My current masterlist of my work and it is always growing!
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SEASONAL MASTERLISTS:
Spooky Season Masterlist
LEGEND:
βΌ - a personal/current fav
β§ - a reader favourite
β· - a blurb/headcanon/<1k wc
JUJUTSU KAISEN:
Multi-Chapter Series:
βΌ Friend-Of-A-Friend βΈΊ Suguru Geto
βΌ The Devil He Made Me βΈΊ Satoru Gojo
Multi-Character Oneshots:
β· The Cool Uncle Blurbs βΈΊ Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Geto (fluff)
β· More Than Enough βΈΊ Toji & Nanami (fluff, slight angst)
Double the Pleasure, Double the Pain βΈΊ Nanami & Ino (porn w/o plot)
Satoru Gojo:
Unspoken Desires βΈΊ (smut, fluff at the end)
What Was I Made For βΈΊ (angst, fluff)
Die With A Smile βΈΊ (angst, smut, fluff)
β§ The Witchβs Surrender βΈΊ (smut)
β· Public Display of Humiliation βΈΊ (fluff)
Your Brother's Best Friend βΈΊ (fluff)
Nanami Kento:
A Slice of Fate βΈΊ (fluff)
βΌ I Like Your Tie... βΈΊ (smut)
β· Under the Desk βΈΊ (smut)
12 Days of Desire βΈΊ (holiday smut)
Suguru Geto:
Care Between the Chaos βΈΊ (fluff)
βΌ A Path I Can't Follow βΈΊ (raw angst)
Always My Love βΈΊ (fluff)
How To Handle A Suck βΈΊ (fluff)
Cheater! βΈΊ (smut)
Choso Kamo:
β· Pussydrunk... βΈΊ (smut)
Ryomen Sukuna:
Let's Play A Game... βΈΊ (smut)
Toji Fushiguro:
Can't Remember To Forget You βΈΊ (smut)
His Heart, Your Home βΈΊ (fluff)
β§ Gettin' a Full Service βΈΊ (dirty smut)
Mysterious Day Off βΈΊ (fluff)
Here is a link to my old (5+ years old) masterlist if you don't like anime, but please keep in mind that I do not write for these fandoms/characters anymore :/
β WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FAKE DATE SATORU GOJO WITH REAL FEELINGS? β
β§ pairing: satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader
β§ summary: you can't help but say yes when your longtime crush asks you to be his fake girlfriend for a year to get the gojo clan to stop arranging marriage proposals for him. but little did you know, he would be doing both of you a favor.
β§ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, reader is the same age as gojo, set during s1 of jjk, fake dating hijinks, drunk! gojo, jealous! reader + gojo, implied satosugu (sorta, i see it more in a soulmate way, whether its platonic or romantic), switch! gojo, oral (f + m), deepthroating, handjob (m), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, naoya makes an appearance, gojo clan elders suck, gojo's made up clan responsibilities,
β§ wc: 16,043
β§ for my 2k celebration event: item 6 has been sold to @chuluoyi and an anon!
βCβmon, you donβt know until you try, sweetheart,βΒ
You run at your temples, you didnβt need to feel burgeoning ache of a headache forming to know it was coming β but you knew it would whenever you met with this blue eyed idiot, βSatoru, the last time you said that, you nearly got me killed,β you didnβt care to re-live him sending you on a mission meant for him to take a grade 1 one curse, only to end up fighting two other grade 2 curses along with it.Β
You were lucky you made it by the skin of your teeth β and lucky that Shoko woke up when you showed up at her door, half dead.Β
βAnd this time, thereβs no risk of death,β he grins, stirring his sugary drink that counts more as sugar than a drink, βthat shows great personal growth, donβt ya think?βΒ
βI think this conversation shows that just because youβre the strongest doesnβt mean you have an ounce of common sense,β you mutter, as you sip at your drink of choice, βGojo, I canβt marry you β for one, there would be a risk of death β yours,βΒ
βEh you wouldnβt be able to kill me β youβre far tooββ and you raise an eyebrow, daring him to finish that sentence, βkind,βΒ
You rolled your eyes, βOne of the traits youβre looking for in your future partner?βΒ
βThe thing is, you wouldnβt have to marry me at all β it would be a big sham!β He said with a thumbs up, as if that made it any better at all, βjust for a couple weeks so I can fool the Gojo Clan into complacency and to stop the search for my future spouse β youβd be sparing the hundreds, no thousands, of possible candidates from facing the burden of my rejection,βΒ
βAnd I suppose the fact that the clan would get off your back is just a fringe benefit?β You sigh, βGojo, why donβt you just tell them you donβt want to get married?βΒ
βIβve tried β but the stubborn old geezers wonβt budge β Iβm caught between a rock and a hard place β and you know me,β his lips curl, βIβm a lover, not a fighter,βΒ
Yup, you have a headache now.Β
βWhat would we have to do to convince them we were together?βΒ
Why were you considering this?Β
βDates, a few public outings, meeting the geezers because they would insist, and you would need to show your face around the clan compound,β he lists off, sipping at his drink, βthere may be other things, but weβll cross that bridge when we get to it,β You may jump off a bridge by the time this is over and done with, βwhat do you say?βΒ
βI have two questions,β and he leaned back in his chair, back and forth, impatience personified, βhow long would we have to do it?β You didnβt want to be stuck in this arrangement for an undisclosed amount of time, but the second question was far more important, β And why me?βΒ
βThree months, maybe longer,β you gape at him, βI can pay you?β you raise an eyebrow, βI will pay you,β you sigh, βand choosing you was easy becauseββΒ
βIf you make some sort of joke about me being single, I donβt care if you have infinity, Iβll find a way to murder you,β you grumble.Β
βBecause youβre a sorcerer, youβre from a minor clan β so youβre an acceptable choice, and I trust you β youβre one of my closest friends,β he adds, for once his words are deprived of any humor.Β
And that answer wasβ¦almost worse than the joke. The word βfriendβ stuck in your side like a thorn you could never pull out, festering and growing until it had become a part of you β that ached only when you thought of it.Β
Your feelings for him, they were still there? You thought you had discarded them years ago, thought it was safe for you to move back to Tokyo from Kyoto, thought you had finally left that childhood crush behind β dead and buried β but here it was, still stubbornly clinging to life.Β
And now it would thrive with new roots, stems, leaves, and buds if you agreed to this.Β
He said your name, βWell?βΒ
He remains as inscrutable as always, But you could never say no to him, could you? βOkay, fine,β it would also help you out in the form of another problem of Naoya Zenin who had been nothing but persistent since you came backβ¦but you didnβt want to dwell on that. Your eyes find Gojoβs again β as they always did.Β
It was why you had left for Kyoto in the first place.Β
βIs this really necessary?β you grumbled, as the servants that served the Gojo clan fussed over your clothes β it was a traditional kimono in the colors of your clan β a deep indigo, embroidered with white koi fish that swam along the fabric, embroidered with waves. You supposed you were only grateful that Gojo didnβt leave you to get dressed yourself.Β
Gojo watched as they adjusted the obi around your waist, and your eyes remained fixed ahead, but your gaze couldnβt help but wander to him. Satoru Gojo was always unfairly gorgeous β there was a reason people fawned over him even when he had just rolled out of bed without even a once over at his appearance β but those same people probably would have passed out if they saw him as he was now.Β
His formal wear was a sky blue β the same as his eyes, a coat draped over his shoulders and loose trousers of snow white that was a nod to hair of the same color. His hair remained unkempt as it always was.Β
βGonna change into that but not comb your hair?β You remark, and he smirks, running a hand through his hair.Β
βWell I think if I start being too well behaved, theyβll know itβs fake,β and the word sticks in your chest like a dagger between the ribs, as the servants finally finish with your clothes, and you sigh.Β
You straighten yourself, looking at yourself in the mirror, βHow is it only been a couple hours and Iβm already exhausted?βΒ
βThe suffocating grip of old geezers and their backwards traditions would do that to you,β but his eyes linger on you, βbut lucky for you sweetheart, it seems to suit you,βΒ
βDo you have to call me that?β You murmur, cheeks warming, as you pretend to busy yourself with adjusting your clothes in the mirror.Β
βYou have to get used to it,β his footsteps draw closer, heart battering against your ribcage as he does β surely, it would break free of its bony cage by the end of this, as he slides a shiny pendant around your neck β a sliver infinity with a singular small blue gem glinting in the middle β βafter all, you are mine now, arenβt you?βΒ
βGojo, this isββΒ
βSatoru,β he reminds you, as his fingers brush against your neck as he clasps the necklace, βhow will it look if someone overhears you calling me by my last name in private?β And your fingers brush against the necklace, toying with the pendant as you positioned it properly, βdo you like it? I had it made especially,βΒ
Especially β the lack of βfor you,β stuck out to you, as you force a smile on your lips, βitβs perfect β it will definitely sell the act,β and your eyes canβt find his as he adjusts his sunglasses, βIβm surprised youβre not wearing your blindfold,β you turn to face him, βdoesnβt it drain you not to wear it?βΒ
βI can wear sunglasses sometimes β usually I get strange looks if I wear a blindfold in normal society β and here,β he pulls off the glasses as his cerulean irises seem to pierce your very form, βit reminds these old men who holds the cards here,β it was already hard enough for you to meet Gojoβs gaze as it was, it always felt as if he could stare right through you β and now, it felt as it your entire soul was beholden to him, βand as a bonus,β he draws close again, as he holds out his hand for your own. You resist the urge to bite your lip, inside giving your hand as he wished, and he lifts to his lips, before tilting his head to press the back of his hand to your cheek, βnow I can look at my beautiful girlfriend unobstructed by these pesky eye coverings,βΒ
You scoff, βYou always have something to say, donβt you?β As you try and fail to move your hand away, βGojoββΒ
βA good escort should never let their lady walk in without their hand being held, donβt you think?β And you sigh, as he leads you out of the frying pan and into the fireΒ β you only hoped you wouldnβt be burned β your eyes sliding to Gojo again, fingers toying with the fabric over your chest β in more than one way.Β
βSo youβve gotten yourself a partner, eh, boy?β the elderly man sits with his eyes closed as he sips his tea, steam rolling off the surface in droves, but he seemed unbothered by the heat β perhaps because of the steam coming out of his ears, βIβm shocked,β you kept your gaze down, only had greeting him upon entering β stating your name and clan, before kneeling beside Satoru on a cushion.Β
βShocked that someone like me could ever find my match? I know Iβm truly one of a kind,β lips curled in that smirk that seemed to annoy almost everyone Satoru Gojo knew β including you β but no one showed the level of irritation that this man showed.Β
Gojo may be the head of the Gojo clan β but you supposed there were still people he had to answer too, if only due to age and tradition β the two very things Gojo hated the most.Β
βWhy bother respecting those for aging when they havenβt done anything for me to respect?β he had said flippantly to Yaga one day during a lesson, βI rather die young than live to the age of these old coots without accomplishing a damn thing,β and then Yaga firmly smacked Gojo on the head right after, for disrespecting Gakuganji during the sister school exchange event.Β
And you had a feeling this meeting was about to go as well as that class did.Β
βIs this serious? Have you proposed?β and you have to keep a straight face, but your cheeks burn.Β
βNow, donβt embarrass me and my girlfriend,β his fingers intertwined with yours, βbut this is serious β sheβs the only woman I want to marry β and Iβll do anything to accomplish that,β he leans forward with a smile, squeezing your hand, βbecause I love her, and I only will ever love her,βΒ
His gaze slides from Gojo to you, eyes boring into your skull, βand do you feel the same?βΒ
You never have been one for lying β lying was an uncomfortable feeling that twisted and turned in your stomach like questionable leftovers that you took a gamble on eating, ones that wanted to come out the same way it went in. But you had learned with time because sometimes it was necessary for a sorcerer to lie, and when it was between telling a lie or dying, youβre forced to become quite adept at things you hate.Β
And you had learned, as you meet his hardened look, the best lies had some truth ingrained in them.Β
βI do, Satoru and I went to Jujutsu Tech together, and heβs the only man I ever loved,β perhaps it was too much truth, as you forced your voice to be steady, βheβs frustrating, irritating, full of himselfββΒ
βYou donβt have to be that honestββ Satoru grumbled.Β
βBut heβs also selfless, unendingly kind, a great teacher, and a good person, maybe even the best person I know,β you canβt bear to look at Satoru, βand heβs the only man I want to call my husband,βΒ
The silence lingers in the room for a moment before the old man grunts, βIβll believe it when I see it,βΒ
βWhat kind of answer was that?β You asked as Satoru walked you back to the room, his fingers still laced with yours.Β
βIt means we have to make him believe it β but heβll at least stop arranging these meetings for me with prospectives,βΒ
You raise an eyebrow, βand what will make him believe it?βΒ
He smirks, as he tugs you a little closer, fingers under your chin, βI could kiss you right now, might sell the act,βΒ
βNo one can see us,βΒ
βSomeoneβs always watching,β he murmurs, leaning far too close as your breath catches, eyes widening before they flutter shut and you wait. But instead his lips brush your forehead, followed by a flick, βgotcha,βΒ
Your eyes snap open in a glare, βGojo!β And heβs cackling.Β
βSatoru,β he corrects, as his hand leaves yours as he opens the sliding door to the room, βyou coming?βΒ
You pout, rubbing your forehead, as you brush past him β this was going to be a long few weeks.Β
βWhy do I even have to go to this?β You were being led through a bustling mall, his arm around your waist, as if to prevent you from escaping (good idea). Your lips twisted in a grimace, you allowed him to drag you along, knowing him, he would carry you over his shoulder without a hint of shame (you donβt think he even contained the word shame in his own vernacular), βcanβt you go and wear a ring and go by yourself?βΒ
βA ring is not as good as having you on my arm now is it?β he bumps you with his hip, βplus, weβre not engaged yet, unless this is a proposal,β he raises an eyebrow, and your cheeks burn.Β
βShut up, Iβd never propose to you,β he laughs, but itβs almost strained.
βNever propose to me like that right? Because I deserve a better proposal than that,β he sighs, leading you into a store, βcome on, we have to find you a nice outfit for the wedding,βΒ
You glance at the store, your jaw dropping, βGojo, this store is so expensive, I canβt afford thisββΒ
He lowers his sunglasses just to show you that heβs rolling his eyes, βWho said youβre paying, Princess?β You stare at him, slack jawed, while a salesperson comes up to the two of you β though sheβs clearly only interested in one of you.Β
βHi, what can I help you with finding today?β her lips curled in a smile, as she twirled a strand of her around her fingers, βIβd be more than happy to assist you,β her gaze completely fixed on Gojo, without the slightest hint of acknowledgment for you to spare.Β
You bite back a scowl, plastering on a fake smile, as you lean into Gojo, βMy boyfriend is looking to buy me an outfit for a wedding weβre attending β baby, could you tell her what style you want me to wear?βΒ
Gojo glances at you, a flicker of surprise that is quickly covered up by a smirk, his arm tightening around your waist, βYes, I have to make sure my sweetheart is looking her best β so can you please find these styles of dresses for me?β You canβt help the smile on your lips as the salesperson shuffles away, lips a thin line rather than the grin she once had.Β
βDidnβt know you were the jealous type,β Gojo chuckles, and you roll your eyes, hoping your expression didnβt give your heart away, the feelings you had stuffed into a crevice of your chest that threatened to burst.Β
So you choose to turn it on him instead, as you meet his gaze with a small smirk, βI donβt like people taking whatβs mine,βΒ
But he only takes it in stride, only as Gojo can, βIβm yours, huh?βΒ
You shrug, choosing to hurt yourself rather than let him do it, βat least for the next two to three months,β and your gaze snaps away and looks to the saleswoman as she comes back with a selection, βif you get to choose my dress, I get to choose a suit for you, deal?βΒ
Gojo raises an eyebrow, but smiles, βAnything for you, princess.βΒ
βYou just wanted to see me model for you, didnβt you?β Gojo emerges from the changing room in a black button down and white suit coat with a matching white tie β as he tilts his head, βI would say my best suit is my birthday suit,β and you grimace, βoh cβmon, it was a good joke, althoughββΒ
βDonβt say itβs true,β you lean back, phone in hand as you snap a picture as you did for the last three, βI love to see that self confidence of yours has grown into full blown arrogance,βΒ
βHow can I not be arrogant when I see you snapping pictures of me?β He crosses his arms, the fabric taut and straining over his chest, the top button undone, showing off the adamβs apple that bobs in his throat, βitβs definitely a step up from when you ignored me,βΒ
You snap from your thoughts, βWhen did I ignore you?βΒ
βWhen we graduated Jujutsu Tech, youβd spend time with Nanami or spend a weekend with Shoko, but whenever I was around, you wouldnβt even reply to a text,β your eyes fall to the floor, chewing your lip, βit wasnβt always like that β I thought we were close,β
It was true β but it wasnβt because you hated him. It was the opposite. You had tried to be his friend, but the more you were his friend, the more it hurt β hurt to see him smile at you like everyone else, hurt to see him with his eyes on the one he wanted, and with his arm around Suguru.Β
And you really didnβt hate Suguru βΒ it was the opposite really β you thought they were perfect, a person who grounded him, made him a better person, and with a much tighter grip on reality than Gojo did β perhaps too tight. Too tight that it shattered apart in his hands, the pieces too far gone to pick out β and too far gone to save him.Β
You tried to be there for him β knock on his door when you knew he was home and force him to shower while you and Shoko cleaned up his room. You stayed even when Shoko had long left, holding his hand as he hid his tears from you with his back turned, and you didnβt admit you could hear his nearly silent tears. But eventually, it turned into movie nights, meals shared, and even grocery runs.Β
And it became harder and harder to hide how you felt β each minute spent with him was another drop in a bucket that was already overflowing to begin with. At first it had been a crush β an unattainable crush that you were happy to leave at just that. But eventually, it became so much more β you had fallen in love with him, when you really shouldnβt have. Because he didnβt need a partner β he needed a friend.Β
βGojo, I didnβt ignore youββΒ
βIβve called you sweetheart, did your number change and then magically change back when you came back to Tokyo?βΒ
But once he had pulled himself together, you were graduating and you requested to be put in Kyoto β your excuse being you were tired being in the city β but to Satoru, you gave no excuse, you quietly left without a word. Because you were really tired of having your heart broken β so you needed space, and you were willing to do anything to get it.Β
βGojo, I didnβt really talk much to Nanami or Shoko when I left either, I just needed spaceββΒ
βSpace from what?β You sighed, parting your lips when his phone rings. He checks it before taking it, βanother mission? Yeah, I can leave tonight,β you bit your lip, βsend Ijichi to take me to the airport. Yeah, ok,β and he hangs up, βweβll have to cut this short. I have to go overseas,βΒ
βHow long will you be gone?βΒ
βProbably just a few days. Iβll be back soon,β you bite your lip, and he tilts his head, βyou worried about me, Princess?βΒ
You flush, opening and closing your mouth, βI am,β and he blinks, seemingly surprised, βcome back safe. Text me to let me know when you land,βΒ
His lips curl, as he ruffles your hair, βI will β and Iβll be back soon enough. Promise,β and he pauses, βyou want a souvenir?βΒ
βYou donβt have toββΒ
βI want to,β he cuts you off, and your cheeks warm.Β
And just then, he gets a text, βIjichi Is almost here. Iβll have him drop you back first,β and he turns to change out of his clothes.
βSatoru,β you catch him by the sleeve, and he pauses, βIβm sorry I didnβt talk to you after all of that. It had nothing to do with you, there was just a lot going onββ he says your name, but you shake your head, βbut it wonβt happen again, I promise,β
βGood,β he steps back into the changing room, a grin on his lips, βI wouldnβt let you get away this time anyway, sweetheart.βΒ
βGojo?β You say again, and he tilts his head, βget the indigo suit,βΒ
He grins, βand you have good taste, well, of course you do,β he holds the door open, βI am your boyfriend after all.βΒ
And the door of the fitting room swings shut, and you hope heβs not looking at you, as your cheeks burn, your heart squeezing in spite of every thought of your mind telling not to go there β not to go down that road, but you should have known, the moment you said yes to this planβ
You were already there.Β
You had never known that the buzz of your phone could make you more happy β or anxious.Β
But it had been over the course of the last few days. Because youβre probably an idiot, but that wasnβt the point.Β
how bad of an idea would it be for me to try this Karanga and Chapati place that Yuta recommended?Β
You snorted, Satoru, the last time you had curry β that wasnβt even that spicy, you couldnβt taste anything for a week.
Another buzz, But Yuta said itβs not so bad
You roll your eyes, imagining the pout he undoubtedly has on his lips β Yuta has never seen you cry over a bowl of curry β stick with your desserts, and you chuckle as you add: you may be the strongest but you have the weakest taste budsΒ
It takes some time for another response to come β and when it does, you realize a grave error on your part was made: never point out any flaw to this idiot because he will take it as a challenge.Β
This is Yuta β Gojo-sensei tried it and heβs now in the bathroom. He told me to tell you heβd text you later.Β
This was how the last few days flew by β texts with updates about his mission, his work, and his check-ins with Yuta. And the night before he was flying back, just as you were cooking dinner, he called youβΒ
βGojo? Isnβt it 2:00 AM there right now?βΒ
βYou learned the time difference for me?β you heard his words slur over the other line, βSweethearttttt,β I went out with Yuta and Miguel, and I may have gotten a littttttle tipsy,βΒ
βIsnβt it like 2:00 AM there?βΒ
He clicks his tongue, βMiguel challenged me to a drinking contest,β and you groan, rubbing a hand down your face, βbut they got me back into my hotel room, even though Iβm not tired,β he mumbles, as you hear the crinkle of his bedsheets and the rustling of his comforter.Β
βHave you drank water? How much alcohol did you have?βΒ
βAre you worried about me?β he giggles, before sighing, βIβm glad,βΒ
βWhy are you glad?β You hold the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you stir the pan with your dinner currently in it.Β
βBecause it means you care about me,β he murmurs, βeveryone who cares about me always leaves,β he gives a small bitter chuckle, βmaybe itβs better for you not to care about me. Itβs dangerous to care about someone like me β the type to die young or live far too long,βΒ
βGojoββΒ
βSatoru,β he mutters, voice growing thick with sleep, βcall me Satoru,β and his soft snores fill your ear as he falls into the sandmanβs grasp β a small reprieve from his feelings β while you were left to dwell in them.Β
All this time you had been thinking how you felt, what you were dealing with, what you wanted β and all these years and you hadnβt thought about how your actions made him felt. You thought he was beyond any hurt you could possibly inflict β his infinity meant that he was leagues above anywhere you could possibly reach β but it didnβt.Β
He wasnβt. He was a person β and when had you stopped treating him as one?Β
You texted Yuta: make sure your sensei is lying on his side and make him drink some water. And donβt let Miguel goad him into drinking ever again.Β
Yuta: got it. sorry about that sensei β gojo wouldnβt listen
You scoffed, chuckling at how Yuta called you sensei but did not afford Gojo the same courtesy.Β
You stayed on the phone with Gojo, hearing Yuta come in and persuading him to drink some water, before he fell back asleep, but even in his drunken state, he wouldnβt give up his phone β Yuta snapping a picture and sending it to you. You laughed when you saw it β loml with a dozen hearts and a picture of you in your obi, clearly taken when you werenβt looking, but it wasnβt those things that made you laugh β it was the way Gojo clung to his phone, fingers wrapped around it desperately, as he slept.Β
You stayed on the phone with him all night, even when you went to bed β of course just to make sure heβs fine β the call waking you when it disconnected after reaching the max call time. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at the time β 5:00 AM. And almost like clockwork, your phone rings again, Gojoβs number flashing on your screen.Β
You pick up, βMm, hello?β you yawn, βfinally awake sleeping beauty?βΒ
βGlad you finally decided to acknowledge my beauty,β his voice is gravelly, thick with sleep, and god, you canβt help but imagine waking to this voice every day β βugh I have a headache,β he murmurs, the crumple you hear must be him burying his face in his pillow because the next question he asks is muffled, βwhy were we on the phone?βΒ
βYou called me last night after drinking, and refused to hang up after Yuta helped you get settled,β you chuckle, as you hear his groan over the phone, βI got a new contact picture for you out of it, love of my life,βΒ
βGlad youβre finally on board,β he mutters, growing quiet, βwhy didnβt you hang up?βΒ
You pause, βwhat do you mean?β You ask slowly.Β
βYou couldβve hung up at any time, but you stayed on the phone, even when you fell asleep,β his voice was soft, βwhy?βΒ
βI just,β you bit your lip, you couldnβt lie to him, at least not completely, βI just wanted to make sure you were okay, and you didnβt want to hang up β so I didnβt,βΒ
Heβs silent for a moment, and you almost wish you could sink into the Earth β but he only says, βokay, now whatβs the plan for the day, Princess?βΒ
Your lips curl, βWell my day has not really began yet since itβs 5:00 AM here, so Iβm probably going to sleep for several hours and wake up at an hour that is not bereft of god,βΒ
βYou really couldnβt just say βungodly?ββ He snorts.Β
βWell, 5:00 AM makes me wax poetic, what can I say?β Another yawn parts your lips, βIβm going to sleep,βΒ
But he doesnβt hang up, βIβll be here, sweetheart.βΒ Β
You glanced at the time, heβs late.Β
Well, he wouldnβt be Gojo if he didnβt make an entrance. You slumped on the couch β even if he was getting home from his mission, there was no guarantee heβd stop by your place to see you. He might want to just go home β or stop by Jujutsu Tech, or be anywhere else. You couldnβt have expectations β expectations were only aΒ way to be disappointed, a drop from soaring that would only be met with the impact of the cold, unforgiving ground.Β
Especially expectations from a fake relationship. You lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling β why were being such an idiot about this? The TV drones on in the background, illuminating the dark of the living room, as you sit barely paying attention to a random rom com you had picked.Β
Maybe it was because Satoru had spent the rest of today on the phone with you, even through a security check (warning the security officers not to hang up his call) and at the gate. And then every day after that, he had called and texted you like clockwork β stupid thingsβ good morning and good night, random memes that made him think of you, pictures of his day (including ones of him messing with his students), questions of what sweet you wanted from the shop he had decided to frequent, calls about your day and his own, and hours long conversations about nothing at all. Maybe because you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you β or maybe it was because you were just down bad.Β
It was probably the latter.Β
You take a throw pillow and pull it over your face. What were you thinking? Falling for your old crush and fake boyfriend a night before a wedding was a trope in a bad rom com that you spent your weekend night watching β it shouldnβt be how you feel.Β
βThatβs a nice look,β you jump, pulling the pillow away, to be met with Gojoβs gaze hidden behind another pair of sunglasses, βhoney, Iβm home,βΒ
You bite back your smile, βone, this isnβt your home, and two, how did you get inside?βΒ
βItβs pretty easy when you can teleport, you should try it sometime,β he sits beside you, more like collapses as he falls into the couch, his head resting against the top, βalthough if someone moved in with me, itβd be much easier,β and you laugh.Β
βShouldnβt you ask a girl out before you ask her to move in?β he shrugs, his arm resting across the top of the couch.Β
βIβm anything but traditional,β he sighs, glancing at the TV, βwhat are we watching?βΒ
βA bad rom com,βΒ
He snorts, βwatching it to mercilessly pick it apart?β And you raise an eyebrow, βwhat? I did stay awake for some of those moviesβ it was some of my favorite memories during that time and some of the only times I could actually sleep,βΒ
βYeah, it was a nice way for both of us to turn our brains off for a bit,β you glanced at him, βthought itβd be nice for us too,β his gaze slides to you curiously, βI know thereβs been a lot on your mind β with itadori and the special grades,βΒ
He sighs, running fingers through his hair,Β βYeah, old geezers seem to cause problems in all parts of my life,β you snort, βcanβt believe theyβd try to do away with Itadori while I was gone,βΒ
βThey donβt see anyone as innocent β they see whether youβre an asset or a threat, unfortunately, they see Itadori not as the former,β you shake your head, as your eyes stare at the movie flashing on the screen, but you donβt really watch, βtheyβre too far gone to see the innocence of children,βΒ
βYou sound like Kento,β and your eyes meet his, his cerulean gaze already on you, his sunglasses discarded on your coffee table.Β
βFunny, thought I sounded like you,β he blinks a moment, βSatoru, youβre all about preserving the youth of children β thatβs why you saved Megumi, Yuta, and Yuji β even when you had every reason not to,βΒ
βHow could I not? Youth belongs to the young after all,β a wistful smile on his lips, βi donβt want the same to happen to them that happened to us,βΒ
βTo us,β you repeat, a sharp pain sticks between your ribs at the flash of Haibaraβs smile and the whisper of Suguruβs laugh, βmore like to them,βΒ
βYeah,β a silence falling over the two of you as the white noise of the TV filled the quiet, βbut sometimes I think we went down along with them,βΒ
You shake your head, βI think a part of us did β a part of us will stay thereββ frozen in time and seeping like poison in our bones, βbut weβre still here,β you risk to toe the line youβd never cross, your fingers brushing his, βand itβs not over for us,βΒ
And his eyes flicker to your fingers threaded with his, as his fingers squeeze yours slowly, the corner of his lips quirk upwards, as you stretch and sit up, fingers falling away from his, a yawn on your lips, βshould we get some sleep?βΒ
βCome on, letβs finish the movie,β he murmurs, even though sleep seems to weigh heavily on his body, eyelids fluttering shut as he turns to you, cheek pressed against the couch, βhey,β he murmurs, βit wasnβt the movies that let me relax,β and you can hear the unspoken meaning in those words β but that was the problem.Β
It was unspoken.Β
Your fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to brush your fingers against his cheek β but you canβt.Β
Youβd allowed yourself to toe the line youβd long drawn in the sand that youβd built into a wall β you had even allowed yourself to stir a few bricks from its place, but you couldnβt cross it. Not now.Β
Your eyes are growing heavy. Maybe not ever.Β
Your neck hurts.Β
The first thought you have as you rouse into aching consciousness. Why was it so bright? Did you forget to draw your curtains? You draw an arm over your face, already dreading the waking hours, until you realize itβs your day off, and you sigh, relaxing into your bed.Β
Or what you thought was your bed.Β
Except your bed couldnβt move, nor could it pull you closer. But now something or someone was, an arm around your waist with movement behind you that made breath warm your ear. And you probably would have screamed, if you hadnβt heard the familiar voice whisper your name in your ear.Β
Gojo.Β
Gojo???Β
Your head slowly turned to be met with the strongest sorcerer very much passed out, half behind you, half on top of you β his blue eyes hidden under his eyelids for once instead of any covering that he used to protect himself. His snowy white locks brushed against your skin, the close proximity doing nothing to alleviate your feelings β you had only hoped you could see one flaw, one ick, and maybe youβd be done. But on Satoru Gojo? The man born to be perfect β the same one who sang karaoke for the first time as a teen only to be so incredible that it moved your server to tears?Β
You really should have fucking known better.Β
Your breath caught, and you wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassmentβif no one had, you would surely be the first case. You were always a trail blazer.Β
And you tried to shift again, if only to maneuver yourself out of this situation, but he moved along with you, seeking out the contact he was losing. And this only ended with him lying on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and his legs straddling one of your legsβ and then you felt it β a very distinct bulge pressed against your thigh.Β
Fuck. Your. Life.Β
He mumbled in his sleep, nose brushing against the hollow of your neck, drawing another shiver from your body. You had a rare opportunity to touch him β didnβt you, no infinity between the two of you β just him and you. You were in a position probably many desired to be in β admirers and enemies alike (neither category being mutually exclusive). You supposed old habits die hard β and so did old crushes.Β
Could you let yourself enjoy this for a moment? Enjoy the feeling, no matter how real it never would be? Maybe it was wrong, but β your eyes fluttered shut as your arm wrapped loosely around Gojo β you certainly didnβt want to be the one to wake up first.Β
And you werenβt β your eyes flutter open to movement, and your eyes meet cerulean eyes, lips parted in surprise, βMorning,β he manages, a flush of pink coloring his cheeks, βdid we fall asleep?βΒ
βI guess we did,β you bite your lip, βare you going toββΒ
And he blinks, before scrambling off of you, βSorry,β he mumbles, as he turns away to fidget with his phone.Β
βGuess that was one very boring movie,β you murmur.Β
βOr I was in a very comfortable bed,β he replies with a smirk that turns to a grimace.Β
βWhat is it?βΒ
βNaoya Zenin is making an appearance at the wedding weβre attending tomorrow,β and you groan, as he raises an eyebrow, βhow many proposals had he made you?βΒ
You scoff, βProposals? More like propositions,β you shake your head, already aching from the sleep you had barely shaken off and now it had graduated to a shooting pain that made your eye twitch at the thought of that man, βheβs offered to do me the βhonorβ of being the next heirβs husband half a dozen times. If he ever becomes the head of the Zenin clan, I may help Maki annihilate them myself,βΒ
Naoya Zenin β the most pretentious and egocentric man you had the displeasure of meeting. Even his pretty face could do nothing to fix his hideous personality ridden with misogyny, hatred, and spite. And youβd been offered his hand in marriage half a dozen times due to your lineage in a lesser known clan family with a unique cursed energy. It was a strategic move to try and secure his place β as was every move he made β he had no room for anyone he deemed useless to his plan.Β
Unfortunately, you did not fall into that special category.
βThat wonβt happen,β Gojo replies, texting on his phone, βplus, heβs too weak to force that to happen β not to mention heβs a first class prick,βΒ
βYou say that, but you basically propositioned me,β you teased, as his eyes flit up from his phone, as you rise from the couch, βquite the proposal you came to me with,βΒ
He pauses a moment, a small smile on his lips, βone, i donβt recall proposing, and trust me thatβs something Iβd remember,β and you roll your eyes, βand two, arenβt you just as bad, since you said yes, sweetheart?βΒ
βCan you blame a girl wanting a little extra money?β And he locks his phone, drawing close, your breath catching as he lets himself linger for a second too long.Β
βCan you blame a man for wanting a beautiful and intelligent woman?β And heβs leaning close, but he leans back, only grabbing his coat from the couch, still slung over as it had been. He spares you a smirk at your bewildered expression, βclose your mouth, youβll catch flies, princess, and what a shame that would be,β you scowl, and he laughs as he heads to the door, slipping on his shoes, with a final glance and grin thrown over his shoulder as he opened your door, βIβll see you tomorrow night.βΒ
Right. Tomorrow. The wedding.Β
Fuck. You were so screwed.Β
KNOCK. KNOCK.Β
Fuck. You scrambled from your vanity as you finished putting the finishing touches on your look for tonight. You didnβt think Satoru Gojo of all people could ever be on time, but you supposed there was a first time for everything.Β
You slipped the dress over your head, careful not to smear your makeup or mess up your hair. You were starting to regret not having the Gojo familyβs attendants get you ready for this event, if only so you could have turned your mind off for this time. But you knew all too well that your mind could never give you a break β with all of that free time came free real estate for your anxiety to set up camp and put down roots for all the things that could possibly go wrong. So it was better this way, as you reach for the ties on the back of your dress β of course, maybe if you had let yourself be helped, you could actually have someone to tie your corset back on this dress.Β
Another knock.Β
βSweetheart?β You hear Gojoβs muffled voice through the door, βyouβre not planning on standing me up are you?βΒ
You stumble your way to the door, clutching the back of your dress, as you take a breath and throw it open, βCan you tie the back of my dress?βΒ
Fuck. He looked gorgeous. His hair was parted and combed off to the side, a deep blue suit coat and a crisp white collared shirt tucked into a matching suit pant. A pair of sunglasses were tucked into the chest pocket of his jacket in front of a white pocket square.Β
βNo hello, βcan you tie my dress?ββ Gojo tilts his head, his eyes graze over your appearance, as he steps inside and closes the door behind him, βturn around,β And you do, fingers still clutching at the fabric at the back of your dress, cheeks burning as you do, βgonna have to let go, and let me help you, sweetheart,βΒ
You slowly let go, but his warm fingers brush against the skin of your bare back as he holds the dress up from slipping, carefully lacing the corset, βI was right, blue is your color,β he murmurs, as he tugs lightly at the strings, βlet me know when itβs tight enough,βΒ
βItβs good now,β you sigh β though the corset wasnβt as tight as your chest now, you face him now, trying to adjust your hair.Β
βLet me,β one hand cups your chin gently, your breath catching and you can only hope he canβt feel your pulse through your skin. His fingers run through your soft tresses, your eyes unable to meet his β but you wonder if he can see right through you anyway β βyouβve never been good at asking for help,βΒ
βLook whoβs talking,β you glare at him, as he chuckles, βwell, I asked you didnβt I?βΒ
βWhy did you ask me?β You raise an eyebrow, βIβm sure you could have asked anyone,βΒ
βWell, I didnβt want just anyone,β he murmurs, fingers tracing the blush you had lined your cheeks with, βI wanted you,βΒ
βWhy?β And he parts his lips, a soft smile that pulls at his features β was it a hint of pink across his cheeks.Β
βBecauseββ and your phone goes off β a reminder with the time of the wedding. And the momentβs broken, as reality settles over you again, βWeβll be late,βΒ
βI donβt mind being late,β and a heat burns from his touch, from the tips of your fingers to the his fingers leave your cheek, warmth fading as quickly as it came, but he offers his hand, βbut if itβs for you, I can be on time,β and your fingers find his, interlacing, before he tugs you close, his arm around your waist, βas long as you stay by my side.β
You never were one for weddings. At least not one like this.Β
A stuffy event held in an extravagant manner β a large banquet hall for the reception, but now the guests roamed the gardens the hall opened out into β lush greenery serving as a perfect backdrop for this wedding β a distant branch of the Zenin family was marrying, which meant all of the main clans were invited to attend. Including several elders of the Gojo clan.Β
And now you were being subjected to this as well β several dozen eyes on you β all due to the man whose arm you were on. His arm wrapped almost protectively around your waist, his lips nearly brushed against your ear when he whispered in it, letting you know just exactly who was coming over.Β
βI didnβt think you were one to care for remembering these things,β you wave at the couple that just left the two of you, his fingers grazing the skin behind your ear as he tucked a stray strand behind it.Β
βI usually donβt care, but I know itβd make you uncomfortable otherwise, especially among all these people,β he smirks, his fingers finding yours, and squeezing, βplus, we need to make a good impression, donβt we?βΒ
βI think weβre making an impression just by being together,β you murmur, and he raises an eyebrow, βeveryoneβs staring β didnβt you notice?β and he shrugs, a sly smile on his lips.Β
βDidnβt notice,β he tilts his head, his eyes fixed on you, βI was too busy looking elsewhere, I guess,βΒ
Your cheeks burn, but as your lips part to respond, you see him walking over to the discreet corner you had parked yourselves in,Β βFuck,β you mutter under your breath, your fingers tightening around his.Β
Naoya Zenin strides over in a black yukata kimono, his silver hair pushed back, his lips twisted in a slimy smile that made your skin crawl, your name leaving his lips, βitβs been far too long, youβre looking lovely,β his eyes raked over you like hot coals, βthough the company you keepββΒ
βHas improved markedly,β Satoruβs lips curl in a grin, βdo you have business with my girlfriend?βΒ
Naoya raises an eyebrow, βGirlfriend?βΒ
Satoruβs arm tightens around your waist, βI didnβt realize you went hard of hearing β I know your hair had started to go, but your hearing tooββ you hid your snort poorly, Naoyaβs sharp gaze flickering between the two of you.Β
βIβm younger than you are, and my hair is bleached,β he snaps, βor are those six eyes not sharp enough to see that as well? They certainly arenβt enough for you to have found Suguru Geto before he caused a war,βΒ
And Satoruβs hurt is imperceptible β a hint of hurt that only shows in the tightness of his jaw for a millisecond, before heβs only giving another laugh.Β
βAt least I am already the head of my clan, because even if I were without my six eyes,β he smirks, but a certain meanness pulls at his features, βIβm still not as weak as you areββ
Naoyaβs expression sours, curdled into a foul scowl, βWhat did youββΒ
βAlright,β you hold up your hands, βLetβs save the dick measuring contest for later, okay? This is a wedding, letβs not cause a scene, ok?β you glance between the two of them, and Satoru pouts β while Naoya seems all too pleased, a grin broken across his lips.Β
βThis is why youβre the perfect woman β you know how to mediate between menβs egos, andββΒ
βNaoya, I said letβs not cause a scene, and youβre two steps away from me causing one right now,β you snap, βI wasnβt interested the first dozen times you asked me when I was single, so why would you think Iβd be interested now, when I have a boyfriend?βΒ
His face flushes red, and youβre not sure whether itβs in anger or embarrassment, βI doubt youβre even really a couple,β he hisses, βI know all about the proposals that this idiot has been getting and the pressure to marry,β he runs his fingers through his hair, βIβm sure youβll come running to me once heβs done using youββΒ
Satoru surges forward, but you press a hand against his chest, βWe donβt need to justify our relationship to you, so think what you want β but even if Satoru and I break up, I rather die single than ever spend a minute with you,β and you look at Satoru, your gaze softening, βand I rather spend be single for the rest of my life than spend another minute without him,β and you slide your eyes back to Naoya, his fists clenched, as you lean in, βso fuck off.β
He opens his mouth to reply, but the staff begin to wave everyone into their seats, and the wedding begins. The two of you sit, a silence falling over as others take their seats beside you. A subtle tension as music filled the air and the wedding proceedings beganβbut you could have cared lessβ god what the fuck had you said to Naoya? How had Gojo taken it? Does he know how you feel? Does he think itβs an act?Β
Then his fingers find yours, βThank you,β he whispers softly, managing only those two words before the wedding begins.Β
And it dawns on you β it wasnβt what you said, it was the fact you had defended him, your heart aches, it was the fact you had defended him when Naoya insulted Suguru.Β
Your eyes stay fixed forward as the ceremony begins β it was never about you β as you pulled your fingers away from him.Β
Like it always never was.Β
The wedding ceremony goes by β as does the reception, without much to-do. The only silver lining is that thereβs far too much small talk for the two of you to have a moment to talk alone, especially when the two of you spot the Gojo clan elders side-eyeing you from the table of old folks, not to mention Naoya hovering around that same table, the same scowl on his face. The only remark that Satoru whispered as the two of you floated by the table pointedly, a smirk on his lips as he waved and held you close to his side β βone quick hollow purple could solve my problems,βΒ
You gave a forced chuckle at that β unfortunately not yours.Β
And finally, the two of you head home β in relative silence, the drive being short to Gojoβs apartment, where your car was parked. You sigh as he pulls in, βIβll head out I guessββΒ
βWhy donβt you just stay the night?β and your gaze snaps to his, the first time all night, βitβs really late, and I have a guest roomββΒ
βMy apartment isnβtββΒ
βYour apartment isnβt far, but I thought we couldβ¦talk,β and your heart gallops to a start β talking was the last thing you wanted to do.Β
βWhat is there to talk about?β And his fingers brush against your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.Β
βMaybe about why you canβt meet my eyes?β You huff, looking away.Β
βCan you blame me? Your blue eyes are freaky,β you grumble, and you can hear the judgment in the silence, a first for Gojo,Β βGojo, what do you want me to say?βΒ
He stays quiet for a moment, βYou donβt have to say anything, just come inside,β So you do β following him inside, the silence hanging over you like a guillotine waiting to slice, βThank you for what you saidββΒ
The door clicks behind him, as you stop, βGojoββΒ
βSatoru,β he corrects, and youβre shaking your head.Β
βYou donβt have to thank me, I was justββΒ
βBut what you saidββΒ
βI said what I had toββΒ
βYou didnβt have to say all that, Princess,β his voice grows soft, βyou know you didnβt,β and heβs drawing closer across his living room.Β
βHe was upsetting you,β you murmur, eyes unable to find his again, falling instead to his plush carpet laid against his hardwood, βI couldnβt stand by and let him β I know it hurt when he brought up SuguruββΒ
βSuguru?β he repeats, and your eyes find his, finally, and you find his brow furrowed, βis that what you think I was thanking you for?βΒ
βWhat else would youββ and heβs stepping even closer, your breath stuck in your throat as his fingertips graze your cheek again, βSatoruββΒ
βDid I mention how beautiful you looked tonight?β he murmurs, a soft chuckle in his voice, βyou always look beautiful, but tonight in particular, I couldnβt take my eyes off you,βΒ
βYou donβt have toββΒ
βThatβs just it, I donβt have to,β his palm slides against your cheek, βI want to β I want to when itβs you,βΒ
βBut, i canβt do this, not like this,β tears burn at the corners of your eyes, water threatening to spill out of a too full glass that had been full for far too long, βnot when it will give meββ you cut yourself off before you cut your own heart out, but heβs only forcing the scalpel back into your hand.Β
βGive you what?βΒ
And you canβt turn back now β youβd turned from this road far too many times, sprinted in the opposite direction only to end up here again β you needed to do this, even if it lead to a dead end cliff, βGive me the wrong idea,β and youβre turning away, but his hand catches you by the wrist, βstop, IββΒ
βItβs not the wrong idea,β and you stop.Β
No, it was. It was, right?Β
βSatoruββ and his fingers find your own, as he steps closer, βplease, donβtββΒ
βIf you want me to really stop and forget about this, I will,β he murmurs, βIβll turn around and open the door and let you go home right now, sweetheart. I wonβt bring this up again,β but you donβt move away, you donβt say anything, so he continues, βbut if you donβt want that, and you want the same thing I doββΒ
βAnd what is it that you want?β And you hear his soft chuckle, his cheek brushing against you, as his fingers tuck your hair behind your ear.Β
βI thought that was obvious, but I guess Iβll have to spell it out for you,β he squeezes your hand, as he guides your face to look back at him, his lips curled in a small smile, βI want you,βΒ
Your breath is shaky, no, no β he doesnβt mean that, βNo you donβt,βΒ
He tilts his head, βYou donβt think I donβt know what I want?βΒ
βSatoru, I donβt want to be a substitute for othersββΒ
And his hands are sliding around your middle, pulling you closer, βYou think I could ever think of you as a second choice?βΒ
βButββ and every doubt from when you were younger wells up, every fear of not being enough β but they are erased away, crumbled into dust, by the way he looks at you β entire multitudes of skies all made to look at you.Β
βYou keep finding reasons not to do this,β and his fingers skim your cheek, before resting under your chin, βbut have you tried finding a reason why we should?βΒ
βSatoruββ you canβt help but lean into his touch β god, he was a temptation personified β everything you ever wanted, even when you tried not to want it. These feelings were never fake β so why not give in? Just this once. Your fingers slide against his cheek, and you can feel his skin burn under your touch, βdo you have any idea what you do to me?β
βNo, sweetheart,β he leans in even closer, your breaths becoming one, βbut Iβd love to find out,βΒ
His lips brush yours β itβs chaste, hesitant, testing the waters β he tastes like sugar, and you almost laugh β he tastes like the frosting from the wedding cake that he had swiped a slice of on the way out that he finished before you two had reached his car. His eyes flutter open for half a second, before your lips are crashing to his this time β a new record for addiction? A second maybe and you were too far gone.Β
His hands cup your cheeks, one sliding to the back of your neck, as the other slides down to your waist to pull you ever closer.Β
βDid you find it out?β You murmur between kisses, lips meeting and parting if only to allow you both a breath. And his snowy eyelashes flutter, as his lips quirk upwards.Β
βThink I need another,β and his lips swallow any coherent thoughts you have, his hands slipping down your sides, lips parting again, βanother,β he murmurs, a kiss, βanother,βΒ
βHow many do you need?β you ask breathlessly, a chuckle caught in your throat, and his lips press desperate kisses along your jaw, a smirk against your skin.Β
βIs infinity an answer?β And you laugh, βhave to take responsibility β Iβm addicted to you,βΒ
βAnd if Iβm addicted?β His hands squeeze your hips, drawing a gasp from your lips.Β
βIβd be more than happy to take responsibility for you, Princess β always have,βΒ
Your heart beats against the bars of its cage, threatening to burst out β but you couldnβt β not without knowing, βAnd if you break my heart?β
βI wonβt ever break your heart,β he leans down to press butterfly kisses to your cheek, βbut even if I do, Iβll put it back together,βΒ
βPromise?β You murmur, and his lips meet yours again, and again, as heβs leading you towards his bedroom, his fingers running through your hair.
And the door to his bedroom swings shut, βPromise.βΒ Β
βHow long are you going to tease me?β youβre grumbling, cheeks hot and eyes averted, the back of your hand pressed against your lips, as Satoru presses needy kisses along your neckline of your dress.Β
He looks up at you through his snowy lashes, and you donβt know if you want to slap the smile off his lips or kiss it off, βYouβve been teasing me for years, you canβt give me this time, sweetheart?β His teeth graze the juncture of your neck and shoulder, βplus, do yβknow how fun it is to watch you squirm?βΒ
Slap. Itβs definitely a slap.Β
βYouβre insufferable,β and he smirks when your breath catches when his lips ghost over the swell of your chest.Β
βYet youβre the one who's under meββ and you try to get up only for him to pin you back down, a pout on his lips, βalright, alright, canβt blame me for wanting to see you squirm, Princess, how many chances will I get?βΒ
βOnly this one if you keep this up,β and heβs finding your lips in a languid kiss, an apology with no words, a smile filled with affection that only made it hard for you to feign annoyance.Β
βThen I better make this count,β heβs gently helping you up, turning you around to undo your corset strings β but you wonder if heβs undoing it or tangling it, βwhy did we choose a dress with such a complicated back?β Itβs his turn to grumble and it only draws a giggle from you.Β
βSurprised you havenβt hollow purpleβd it by now,βΒ
βTrust me if you werenβt in it, I would have,β he sighs, as the fabric begins to loosen up, slipping off your shoulders.Β
βAnd here I thought you were good at everything,β you chuckle as he helps you shimmy out of the dress, the fabric falling away from you in a small pool around your ankles. Pools of blue rake over your exposed body, raising goosebumps in its wake, as your arms reflexively try to cover yourself, but his hands find your own, easing them away.Β
βIβm good at what counts, Princess,β he kisses your wrist, pulse jumping under his touch, nose brushing against it, he hovers over you, as he undoes his tie, fingers tugging at the knot, as he undoes the top button of his shirt, βand Iβll show you.βΒ
~~~~
Satoru had dreamed of this β of you and him. He knew when he realized it β although it was too late when he did. Maybe it was the night before you left β the night after graduation β before you left β you had fallen asleep watching the movie you had put on. Your lips parted and mouth ajar, your eyes fluttered shut, and you were out. He had leaned over to grab his phone to snap a picture to tease you with later, only for your fingers to grab onto him, your head on his shoulder, a quiet murmur of his name.Β
βSatoru,β β not Gojo, as you had always called him. And he knew he wanted to hear you say it again and again. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair away, his head leaning against yours.
Suguru was everything to him for a time β he had come to Satoru at a time where he thought no one else would ever be able to understand him. No one else would be able to reach him β because how does a person reach for a god? But here you were β and the way your head rested on his shoulder and your lips said his name made him want nothing more than you by his side.Β
And when you left β you didnβt reply to his messages, you disappeared, just like everyone else did in his life. He was always left alone in the end β maybe it was his fate.Β
But then you came back β came back almost right after Suguru left for good. And that part of his heart that was meant for you began to thrive again and again β as he spent more time with you.Β
And god, when his clan started to pressure him to find someone to marry β he wrote them off as he always did. He thought he could ride out the ridiculous proposals and dates they had arranged for him β but as he thought more about who he wanted to spend his time with, who he wanted to see after a tiring mission, and who he couldnβt imagine being without β-Β
And he realized it was you.Β
βSatoru, donβt tease me,β you pouted, teeth bearing down on your bottom lip, legs spread for him, his eyes flirting between your all too cute expression and the growing wet patch on your panties, βfuck, pleaseββΒ
βGonna have to tell me what you want, sweetheart,β he presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, his arm hooked under your knee, your foot pressed against his back, βwhere do you want me?βΒ
βYou fuck-erββ the last syllable is a gasp as he kisses your sensitive clit through your soaked underwear, βToruββ a whine leaves your throat.Β
Fuck, youβre so cute, his fingers toy with the elastic of your panties β and all of this was worth it, worth it to see if these feelings were what he thought they were, worth it to make you smile, and worth to end up with you.Β
βHow can I refuse you when you say my name like that?β heβs tugging your underwear away, exposing your sipping cunt to a rush of air and his warm breath, βall this fβme, baby?β You mumble something he canβt quite make out, βwhat was that?βΒ
Your glassy eyes look up at him, blown wide with lust, βOnly fβyou, Satoru,β fuck, his dick twitches β he could bust just looking at you.Β
βFuck, baby,β he murmurs, βgβnna make me cum just with your words,β but he diverts his attention to your needy cunt, his long fingers graze over your pussy, collecting the precum on his fingertips, before he pinches your clit.Β
βToru,β you squirm, as he grins down at you, all too pleased.Β
βImagine if the elders could see you like this β spread out for me like a good little wife,β heβs leaning down to kiss your fluttering folds, leaning back for you to see the shiny pre that clings to his lips that his pink tongue darts out to clean off, βsweetest thing Iβve tasted,βΒ
βPlease, Toru, fuckββ and finally his finger is circling your hole, before sinking in knuckle deep β fuck, you were fucking tight β he could melt from your warmth, pulling him in like a siren to a drunken sailor, βoh my god,βΒ
βYou donβt have to call me βgod,β princess,β and he earns a glare from you that fades into an open mouthed moan as he begins to pump his finger in and out, βso good for me,β and heβs adding another finger, the wet squelch of your cunt growing louder, as he reaches a hand down to graze against his erection if only for a little relief.Β
He wishes he could memorize the way you looked right now β perfect little lips parted for him, his name and soft pants the only sounds you could manage to make, your back arching into his touch, and the way you moaned when his lips found their way around your clit.Β
His tongue circles your clit at first before his lips suck at the hard pearl, fingers parting your dripping folds, finally finding that spot that had your walls giving that telltale spasm, βToru, Iβm closeβgβnna cumββ you whimper, his fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt as he sucks hard at your clit, and you cum, hard, around his fingers, drenching his face and finger alike, as he fucks you through your orgasm.Β
Youβre beautiful β lips parted and chest heaving, as you moan his name again, βgood girl,β heβs murmuring, as your eyes flutter open, to watch him lick his lips and fingers clean, βmight get addicted to how you taste, sweetheart,βΒ
And youβre boneless, but still youβre still reaching for him, pulling him into a languid kiss, his cock twitching as he shifts himself over you, hands pressed into the mattress, his clothed cock rubbing against your drenched folds.Β
βWanna make you feel good,β you mumble against his lips, and heβs pulling back an inch β but unknowingly, heβs given you a mile, as you flip him onto his back.Β
Youβre a vision β your perked up nipples visible through your bra, halfway slipping off your shoulders as it is, hair a lovely mess, and pretty lips kiss ruined.Β
βMy turn,β and your lips burn a trail down his jaw, along the curve of his neck and the cut of his collarbone. You take your time, if only to pay him back in full for all the teasing he did, βdidnβt know you taste so sweet, Toru,β your tongue drags up his chest, βmust be all the sugar you eat,βΒ
And your lips smile against his abs at the sharp gasp he fails to stifle, βIβll have you know Iβm very sweetββ and your fingers graze over his clothed erection β his hips buck up into your touch, βIβm known for it,β he hisses, as a giggle escapes your lips.Β
βUh-huh, Iβm sure almost everyone would care to disagree,β the tip of his cock strains against the fabric, the dark wet patch growing larger the more your thumb beared down on it, βbut I wouldnβt be one of them,β and youβre dragging the fabric down his hips, freeing his cock, your eyes nearly hypnotized by the slight of it, thick beads of precum dripping from the slit, before your gaze finds his again, softening, βbecause I know how much you do for others β and how much youβve lost because of it,β you kiss his inner thigh softly, nose brushing against the skin.Β
βAs long I donβt lose you,β he says softly, βI think Iβll be okay,βΒ
And your fingers find their way around the base of his cock, drawing a ragged gasp from his lips, before you lean down and flick your tongue against his leaking tip, βIβm not going anywhere, Toru.βΒ
Your tongue drags a thick stripe up his cock, before beginning to trace along one of his veins, your fingers slipping up to use his pre to rub up and down his length. Your thumb teases his slit, and a hiss leaves his lips, a smirk against his dick.Β
βFuck, sweetheart, you know exactly what youβre doing to me,β his cheeks burn, dusted with pink surely β as he watches you lick the precum that dripped down your fingers onto your wrist, βknew that mouth would be sβfucking goodββΒ
βTurns out you donβt shut up even in bed,β and that earns you a cheeky grin that parts into an βoβ as his dick sinks into your mouth. He swears he was closer to death than he was when Toji nearly killed him β not that heβd like to remember that man in this moment β but youβd surely be the death of him, and you would be β if he had to spend another second without you in his life.Β
Fuck, he looks down at you, eyes half shut, his white knuckled fingers gripping the sheets β youβre gorgeous as you swallow him whole β sucking and licking, nose brushing against his pubes as your eyes water, as you bob along his length from tip to base and back again.Β
βSβgood for me, so pretty, fuckββ he groans, when his tip brushes against your throat, his fingers finding your scalp to try and ease you off,Β Iβm sβclose princess, gβnna cumββ But your hands only slide to his ass to hold yourself against him, as his dick twitches in your mouth, and your fingers drift to his sack while your tongue flicks along his slit and heβs done. Heβs cumming down your throat, hot release painting your mouth.
Heβs watching you with half lidded eyes pull away from himβ a string of cum and spit strung between your lips and his dick, before beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth. And fuck, itβs enough to make him hard all over again. You lean over him, wiping the release from your lips, as you kiss up his body.Β
βNow whoβs good at everything?β and he huffs out a chuckle.Β
βI stand corrected β actually, donβt think Iβll be standing for a while after that butββ and heβs finding your lips in a kiss, tasting himself you, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, as your fingers find his erection again, stroking it, before heβs flipped you onto your back. He runs a hand through his snowy locks, a smile on his lips, βdonβt think youβll be doing much standing after this either,βΒ
βSo full of yourself,β you roll your eyes.Β
βThatβs what youβre going to be full of in a secondββΒ
βOh my godββ and your laugh dies on your lips as he starts to tease your entrance with the head of his cock, βToru,β you whine, as he watches your needy cunt flutter around nothing as he drags his length up and down your dripping hole, watching your releases mix, βpleaseββΒ
βSo polite,β he hums, as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, βnow how can I refuse that?β and he begins to sink his length into your cunt, warm walls nearly pulling his cock in deeper, as he groans your name, βsβperfect, sβgood for me, princess, made for me,β and inch by inch, until heβs finally bottoming out.Β
βToru, ngh, sβbigββ you gasp, lips parted in a silent moan, as you pull him even closer, face buried in the crook of his neck, but his fingers tugging your hair to show your face.Β
βLet me see you,β he murmurs, as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss as he continues to thrust into you β his hips meeting yours, the wet squelch and skin slapping echoing in his ears. A gasp parting your lips as you pull apart, your head thrown back in a moan as your walls flutter around him as his tip breaches that one spot inside you.Β
βHaa, Iβm close, Toru,β you groan, and heβs nodding, his fingers reaching between your bodies to find your clit.Β
βCum for me, pretty girl,β and you do β cumming hard, as he notches himself deep inside you, before spilling inside you, his hot release deep in your pussy. Heβs moaning your name, as your bodies slow and his fingers cup your cheek gently, and his lips find yours.Β
He slowly rolls off of you, your warmth leaving him for a moment, before heβs pulling you close again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.Β
βIs this a dream?β you mumble, eyes fluttering shut, and a small chuckle leaves his lips, legs entangled.Β
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, βIf it is, I hope I never wake up, Princess.βΒ
Your body aches β thatβs your first thought as you stir into consciousness. Fuck, why does you feel so sore? Your eyes try to flutter open, but the sunlight blinds you β a soft groan leaves your lips. You shift, as you stretch, your back aching and muscles tight, but then someone moves behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist.Β
Your eyes shoot open, as your head slowly turns to find looking at Satoru. A gasp is caught in your lips.Β
Fuck, it was real.Β Β
You slowly turn to face him, his soft breaths leaving his pink lips β god heβs so gorgeous. His pretty white eyelashes resting against his skin, lips parted ever so slightly, and his snowy hair askew and mussed. Your fingers ghost over his cheek lightly β how many people have seen him asleep like this? How many had seen him with his guard down? You knew he didnβt sleep nearly enough, you were surprised he was still asleep β but, your cheeks burned, you both did spend half the night awake.Β
But there were more pressing things to think about β what did this mean? You chew on your bottom lip, he had said he wanted you β but what did he want? Just last night? Or something more.Β
βI canβt sleep with your thoughts grinding so much,β he mumbles, heat rushing to your cheeks, heβs burying his face in the crook of your neck, βwhy are you awake so early?β His nose brushes against your neck, his lips pressing softly against your pulse.Β
βI just woke up,β you murmur, a small shiver running up your spine, as you relax into his touch, your fingers running through his soft locks, βdid all my thinking wake you?βΒ
βYes, and youβll have to compensate me,β and you snort.Β
βYouβre rich, like old money rich,β heβs pressing sweet kisses to your skin, heat climbing up your body.Β
βMoney isnβt what I want,β he nuzzles you, nose brushing against the skin of your neck, βwonder what other ways you can repay me,βΒ
You chuckle, humming at his touch β god even the simplest of touches has your logic up in ash, βIβm sure you can figure out some other methods of payment,βΒ
And his lips find yours again β itβs a lazy morning kiss, soft and slow, but not bereft of any of the passion from the night before. His fingers slide down your body, as he pulls you impossibly closer.Β
βMy preferred method of payment wouldnβt have us leaving this room until tomorrow morning,β his lips curl in a smirk, βbut Iβll collect my charge tonight β how about I make us breakfast?βΒ
βYou can make breakfast?β You raise an eyebrow.Β
βI know how to scramble an egg,β he shrugs, and you snort only for him to pout, and you smile, your fingers brushing against his cheek, before your thumb runs down his lips.Β
βHow about we make breakfast together?βΒ
βWas that really your first time making tamagoyaki?β you raise an eyebrow, as you pick up a piece of the rolled omelet between your chopsticks.
βPromise,β and you bite it β it was perfect β the texture, the taste, the seasoning. And you stare at him, an eyebrow raised.Β
βEither youβre lying or you really are good at everything,β you mutter, and he grins, as he takes a bite of his food β a sweeter tamagoyaki he had made for himself, far too smug for his own good.Β
βI think I proved that last night, Princess,β and you nearly choke on your food. And you chew thoughtfully β you two hadnβt even breached what last night meant yet. You had simply been dancing around it, or at least you had. You didnβt want to be the one to bring it up β or rather, you picked up another piece of tamagoyaki up, you didnβt know how to, βwhatβs going on in that head of yours?βΒ
And your eyes snap up, βWhat do you mean?βΒ
He tilts his head, βYouβre not hard to read β you keep thinking about something,β and his lips curl, βlast night?β Your hesitation gives you away β and he only smiles wider, βshould I refresh your memory?β And your cheeks are burning, and he chuckles, βcome on, sweetheart, letβs just talk,βΒ
You bite your lip β you needed to do this, you couldnβt run away from how you felt, not againΒ β your fingers fidgeting with your chopsticks, before you place them down on your bowl, βWhat did last night mean?βΒ
And his lips curl, but this smile he has is softer, βWhat do you think sweetheart? Do you think Iβm really theββ And his phone rings, and he picks up his phone, eyes flickering to the caller, and you wave him off, βyou can take the call,β
He sighs, βOne second,β he gets up to speak, and he hangs up a few minutes later, βtext me a location,βΒ
βWho was that?β And heβs shaking his head, a sigh on his lips, his hand on the back of his neck.Β
βThe ever breathing and ever irritating geezers want me to meet them to speak about something involving the clan,β he meets your gaze, a flicker of an emotion in his eyes β a drop of water that disappears into the sea as quickly as it formed, βand itβs a good opportunity for me to discuss something I have been wanting to speak with them about,βΒ
βSomething?β and his lips quirk in a small smile.Β
βIβll be back soon enough to explain, sweetheart,β he walks over to you, βwill you wait here for me? Think Iβll be able to come back faster if I know youβre here waiting for me,βΒ
And you canβt help the small flutter your treacherous heart gives, βThe great Satoru Gojo will rush for me?βΒ
βOh, he would rush day and night if it meant he could come home to you,β and his fingers find your cheek, drawn like a magnet β why was it you could never look away from him? Even in a crowd, your eyes always found his gaze.Β
And youβd go to him β like a moth to a flame, βI think Iβd prefer just Satoru,β you lean into his touch, your hand over his, βI do owe him after all,βΒ
βYou do,β he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, before heβs pulling away, a smile on his lips, βconsider that a deposit.βΒ
You didnβt know what to do with yourself.Β
Alone in Satoruβs place β you didnβt know what to do with yourself. He had left right after breakfast, and he told you where the TV was, books, and told you could order anything or use anything you needed. But, this place was so him β each place you went, there was just another reminder of him that seemed trail after you, but at the same time, without him, it was like a shell of a place β no soul present.Β
And you supposed the soul wasnβt present.Β
You ended up back in the bedroom, crawling back under the covers. Fuck, they even smelled of him β you squeezed your eyes shut.
You really didnβt know what you were doing β did you?Β
You laid on your back. What were you supposed to make of what happened last night and this morning for that matter? Was this real now? A real relationship with Satoru β you turned over on your stomach, pulling the covers over your head β you could barely imagine it.Β
And your phone goes off, as you reach for it blindly on the nightstand. But it wasnβt the white haired sorcerer you hoped it was β your eyebrows knit together β at least you didnβt think it was. A text from a number you donβt recognize β and a picture to top it off from the preview.Β
You nearly deleted it β only to spot a familiar mop of white in the picture.Β
Your blood runs cold at the sight. Satoru? He was at a restaurant with β a woman? You didnβt recognize her, but his hand held hers, picture taken mid laugh. Your cheeks burn β no, no β there had to be an explanation.Β
A text now β Want to see what your boyfriend does in his spare time? Is he done using you now?Β
Thereβs only one person whoβd text like that.Β
Naoya, how fuck did you even get this picture? You stare at the photo β have you fallen so far in your clan that you have the time to stalk Satoru now?Β
He replied, itβs not my fault that they are dining in a Zenin owned business.Β
Another picture β Satoru and her were hugging, his arm around her waist, far too close to be friendly.Β
You donβt think β you call him. It rings and rings, but no answer β the cut to voicemail makes your heart sink.Β
Another text β even if you donβt believe me, do you think this will be the last of your problems? When youβre Satoru Gojo, anyone close to you will have a target on their back β if only to use your blood to paint one on his head.Β
You knew you couldnβt trust this. You knew there was an explanation. You knew Satoru wouldnβt do this to you.Β
But even still, you wished you could tell your heart that.Β
βWhat is this?β Satoru was led to a table at the restaurant the old geezers had chosen β but there were no wrinkly old cranks in sight. Instead, there was a woman.Β
βAre you Satoru Gojo?β And he raises an eyebrow, hands sliding into his pockets.Β
βThe one and only, now I donβt suppose the old fools of the Gojo clan turned into a woman β so who are you?β She swirls the glass in her hand, before downing the liquid in one go.Β
βFigures they had to lie to get you here β seems like weβve been set up,β she gestures to the chair in front of her, βIβm Airi,β and he takes a reluctant seat, βI was told this was a meeting for us to meet for a potential engagement,β and he scoffs, he should have figured it was something like this, βbut judging by the look on your face, you didnβt know that,βΒ
βI was expecting to meetΒ
I suppose weβre on the same page,βΒ
He tilts his head, βReally?βΒ
βGojo, you may be a catch, but to me, youβre nothing more than a potential knife to my neck,β she places her glass down, leaning back in her chair, βand plus, I have someone Iβm interested in,β and her eyes slide down, βand judging by the bite mark on your neck, you do too,βΒ
He pays it no mind, a laugh leaving his lips at the thought of you waiting for him at his apartment, βI do,β and he sighs, pushing his chair out, before getting to his feet. βand I have to get back to her,βΒ
She follows suit pushing out her own chair, rising, a waiter walking by, and she trips. Itβs a reflex, he catches her by the wrist and by the waist, steadying her.Β
βSorry,β she pulls away immediately, looking back for the waiter, before biting her tongue, βfucking waiter tripped me,β the two of them glance around, but see no one, βIβll have to talk to my grandfatherβs advisors about this. No one trips the granddaughter of Naobito Zenin,β she mutters, and Satoruβs eyes snap to her.Β
βYouβre a Zenin?β And it clicks, the wedding, βwho arranged this meeting?βΒ
She tilts her head, βMy father, but he heard about this from my cousin, NaoyaββΒ
He checks his phone β and he sees a missed call from you.Β
Fuck. It was a set-up β in both ways.Β
βI have to go,β and he can only hope you wouldnβt do the same to him when he came back.Β
Satoru calls you, but you donβt pick up. You canβt bring yourself to stare back at the photo he had set as his contact photo β the picture Yuta had taken of him clutching at his phone with your picture on his screen.Β
You needed to talk to him in person.Β
And itβs not long before heβs back home β practically teleporting at your feet.Β
You swear, stumbling and he grabs you, tugging you close, βGot you,β he smiles, tugging off his blindfold for you to see his eyes β the startling blue that you still couldnβt navigate without drowning in its depths, βdoes that mean I can keep you?β and you want to pull away, you want to run, but you canβt help but melt into his touch, your fingers gently clutching at the front of his shirt.Β
βThat depends on whether Iβm the only person youβve said that to,β and you look up at him, his brow furrowed, βand held like this,βΒ
βThe meeting today, it was supposed to be with the elders β I was going to discuss our relationship again butββ you show him the pictures on your phone, and his brow knit together, βhow did youββ and he doesnβt finish his sentence before he realizes, βit was a set-up,βΒ
βI know,β and relief washes over features for a moment, but your eyes canβt meet his, your lips a thin line.Β
And he glances at the photo again, seeing the one where heβs holding Airi, βShe tripped, sweetheart, trust meββ his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing the length of your cheek, βI donβt want to hold anyone but you,βΒ
βI know Naoya and the Gojo clan probably set this up,β you whisper, leaning into his touch, βbutββ you pull away from him, every step away from him a fissure in the foundation of this bridge built, βI donβt think I can do this anymore,βΒ
And heβs blinking, βWhy?βΒ
βIβm not good enough,β youβre shaking your head, stepping back as he steps forward, βI hurt you by leaving, and I was this close to doing it againββΒ
βBut you didnβtββΒ
βAnd your clan doesnβt want us together, and I donβt know, I feel even if weβre together,β the words that leave your lips break your heart and his, weβll only hurt each other in the end,βΒ
βWhy do you always push me away when we get close?βΒ
βNo I donβtββΒ
βYou donβt think the sorcerer thatβs an expert at pushing others away β wouldnβt know if heβs getting pushed away?βΒ
βThis isnβt working out,β you cut him off, as the slice cuts through thin air β but itβs not your head that goes rolling β itβs his heart, βwe should stop β I think your clan has been convinced,β
Heβs silent for a moment, before he replies, βwell, I havenβt been convinced,βΒ
You scoff, his hands by his side, as his quiet footsteps approach you, βconvinced of what?βΒ
βConvinced that,β he stops in front of you, βyou donβt feel the same way I do,β Your breath catches, as his fingers find your cheek, βall these years, sweetheart, and you didnβt know?βΒ
βBut,β you canβt process this, it doesnβt make sense, βbut SuguruββΒ
βWas important to me yes,β he murmurs, βbut itβs been years, and it doesnβt mean I canβt have deep feelings for someone else β especially when Iβve had them for over a decade,βΒ
βYouββ was this real? As he stood before you, in his living room low lights, sunlight streaming in from his windows, βwhat?βΒ
He laughs, βDidnβt know it was possible to render you speechless, sweetheart β guess thereβs a first time for everything,β he steps over your missteps with the same ease he does everything, βI really do have to spell everything out for you, donβt I?β The back of his fingers ghost over your cheek, βIβm in love with youββΒ
βNo,β youβre shaking your head, and his face falls, βSatoru, we canβtββΒ
βButββΒ
βYour clan doesnβt approve of me, they wonβt stop trying to break us up, and I could put you in danger,β you murmur, βthey could use me against you β just like Suguru did,β you couldnβt bear the thought of that, βand is that worth it? Worth it for something that may not be real?β You ask the question youβre afraid of asking him β of asking yourself β βwas it ever real?βΒ
And heβs still trying to reach for you, despite it all β he knows itβs dangerous to be around him, he knows anyone close to him is in danger β and thatβs why he was okay when you left. If only youβd be safe β but he knew that if he always played it safe, he would never be happy, βItβs real to me,βΒ
βItβs not to me,β you turn towards the door, βIβm sorry.βΒ
And this time he doesnβt stop you.Β
Itβs for the best.Β
Thatβs what you tell yourself. The same thing you say when youβre leaving his place. The same thing you say the next morning you wake up with only a pain in your chest and a dull ache in your head. The same thing when you accept a long mission overseas.Β
It was for the best.Β
Then why β then why did you think of him? Each and every day, every minute, every second. But it was for the best. He was safer without you, it was easier without you, it was better β better and yet each day seemed to drag when you couldnβt talk to him. And your notes were filled with unsent texts to him β and your mind was filled with nothing but memories.Β
And you couldnβt touch memories nor could you talk to them.Β
Several months later, youβre sitting in a plane, watching the animation of the plane fly back towards Tokyo. You had been checking in with Yaga several times a month, but you hadnβt heard a thing from Satoru.Β
Or rather, Gojo. Not that you expected to β not after what you did.Β
And soon enough, youβre arriving home β heading inside your home to find a bunch of your mail had fallen out of your mailbox, knocked out of the rickety box from the storm the night before. You pick up the drenched mail between two fingers that was stuck to the sides of your walls, as you fumble with your keys to open the door. Your suitcase and mail fall to the fall as you close the door behind you, sighing.Β
Fuck. You were home.Β
You dragged your suitcase inside, picking up the mail off the floor. You collapsed on your couch, tossing the wet envelopes onto the table β when a name catches your eye.Β
Gojo?Β
You pick up an envelope β the frilly envelope doing nothing to protect the contents inside β you barely can make out any of the text, except the faint inked kanji of his name.Β
You gingerly open the envelope, peeling out the insides β and your heart drops.Β
Is this an invitation? The faint text was blurred and smudged from the rain β the contents all but faded and you could only make out three things β ββmarriage,β todayβs date, and bits and pieces of what you thought was an address.Β
Satoru wasβ¦getting married?Β
It felt like logic had fled your mind and panic took its place β as you looked up the parts of the address that you were able to decipher. And you found it β it was a popular venue not far from here.Β
You didnβt think β you grabbed your keys and drove.Β
You couldnβt let him get married, no, no β you had made a mistake when you left. You thought he was better off, you thought it was for the best β but it wasnβt. It couldnβt be when your chest hurt like this β felt as if your heart was splitting in two with a sword stuck between your ribs. It couldnβt be because you pushed him away because you were scared β scared of getting hurt again, scared of hurting him, scared of being with the only person you ever had loved.Β
Basically, you pulled up to the venue, you were an idiot.Β
You hadnβt changed, you hadnβt showered off your who knows how long of a flight, and now you were on the steps of a wedding venue that Satoru was getting married at. You froze before the doors.Β
You couldnβt do this. He didnβt deserve to have his day ruined by you β not when you had ruined enough. If he had found someone else to spend his life with β whether it was arranged or not, he deserved to be happy.Β
Even if it wasnβt with you.Β
So you step down β walking off a distance to watch when the couple emerged β which judging by how dark it was and how staff were already almost done setting up β would be any minute now.Β
So you wait.Β
And finally when the doors swing open, you steel yourself β knowing it would do nothing, nothing to shield you from the pain of seeingβand your eyes find the groom.Β
That wasnβt Satoru.Β
He certainly had the white hair, but he did not have his blue eyes β he had a lovely bride regardless, who looked at him the way you had always looked at Satoru. Was that the look you had hidden away for so many years? And why were you still hiding?Β
And your eyes find Satoru almost instantly β as fast as his eyes find you seemingly, as your name escapes his lips β as he parts through the crowd to your side. Heβs wearing the other suit he had tried on β the white suit that had been your second favorite β his white locks parted and combed to the side, but still impossibly unkempt as they always were.Β
βYou got my invitation?β you blink, tilting your head.Β
βBut youβwhat?β and his brow furrows.Β
βDonβt tell me you lost your ability to read and speak while overseas, princess,β and a small chuckle escapes your lips as you shake your head, wringing your hands.Β
βSatoru, the invitation was wet because of the rain, I thoughtββ your voice wavers, glancing away as your cheeks burn, βI thought you were getting married.βΒ
He raises an eyebrow, lips curling, βAnd you were about to burst in and object?βΒ
You roll your eyes, but even so you canβt meet his gaze,Β βSatoruββΒ
His smile only grows wider, βWhat were you going to say? A passionate speech about how youβre stillββ And youβre tugging him close by the collar, and his breath catches, your name leaving his lips.Β
βIβm in love with you, Satoru,β your voice is steady as you speak, your hand sliding to his cheek, βI always have been β I was just afraid to admit it, I didnβt want to hurt you β whether it was by my own hand or not,β and his brow furrows, but you continue, βbut Iβm not scared anymore β because it hurts more to be nothing than something with youββΒ
And his lips find yours. Itβs everything you want β because it's him, heβs everything youβd ever wanted, and everything youβd ever want. You want the way his arm slides around your waist to pull you closer, you want the way his hand cups your cheek, you want the way his lips smile against yours, and youβd want his past, present, and future. And youβd do anything to keep it.Β
βPromise youβll never leave like that again?β he murmurs, his arm tightening around your waist as he says the words, his forehead pressed against yours, βI already have abandonment issues,β and you chuckle, your fingers finding his cheek.Β
βI promise,β you murmur, βIβm sorry I left β both times I left, and there wonβt ever be a third,βΒ
And he smiles, βYou proposing to me, sweetheart? Iβm not one to rush into things, gotta take me out on a proper date first,βΒ
βHow about tonight?β you find his lips again, the taste of sugar on his lips β undoubtedly from indulging in a slice or several of wedding cake.Β
βSo soon?β he hums,and his gaze softens, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, βsomeoneβs eager,β and your fingers intertwine with his, squeezing his, as you would a million times more,
βWell, you donβt know until you try.βΒ
β§ a/n: ahhh another celebration fic done!! this one was lowkey a struggle towards the end so i hope this turned out okay. it's beyond me understanding if it did or not lmao. i hope you guys enjoy ahhh -- gotta probably put up a poll to decide the next celebration fic this weekend :) (it's only because i'm horribly indecisive).
βΈ A SOUVENIR FOR THE MORNING - GOJO SATORU. - forbes gojo!au
synopsis: youβve avoided him for the last eight years, only for him to pop back into your life, leaving you with no room to run away as he asks you to kiss him. catch is, he now has a golden ring on his promise finger.
content: 9.2k words (idk how this happened, and it's unedited bc it's too long to go through) afab!reader, she/her pronouns, cursing, explicit smut, light angst, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, and anxiety triggers (picking at nails), pet names (baby, sweetheart, love, angel, good girl). minors do not interact.
The room is packed with people when you walk in. It was hard to recall some faces from the mirage of dimmed lights making you feel mildly dizzy and it didnβt help how the buzzing in your head from the smell of champagne and the loud chatter from the already drunk almost thirty-year-olds that canβt seem to contain their liquor-like novices, made you want to go home increasingly more.
βItβs only 9:41, and theyβre drinking like theyβve never tasted alcohol before,β you heard Shoko mumble as she searched through her purse to reach for her perfume, βyou want some?β Your best friend offered with a smile as she looked at you through the bathroom mirror.Β
βIβm okay,β you smiled back, βcanβt have all the boys following me around with that,β you teased.
Shaking her head in disapproval, βIf you see me go home with any of these drunks, I give you full permission to hit me, no, in fact, Iβll pull up to your apartment every morning with coffee and take you to work for a week if I do,β Shoko shuddered while furrowing her brows only to quickly soften the moment she saw you lightly picking at your thumb β an anxious habit youβve picked up throughout the years, only but the keenest of eyes being able to notice your anxiety.
βYou okay love?β Her voice was sweet as she leaned against the restroom sink.
βMhm, of course,β you faked a smile, βI guess Iβm just a little nervous seeing everyone, you know,β lightly chuckling as you bit your lips. Little was underlying, when the knot in your stomach was building up, making you force down the urge to entirely vomit in the moment.Β
βPeople are thrilled to see you again,β placing her hand on your shoulder, βitβs literally been years for you,β she huffed, pouting as she reminisced over the years she attended alone.Β Β
βwell βm sure one will be sure thrilled ββ her voice suddenly drained from a crowd of people entering the restroom, slightly pushing you towards her, βnevermind come on, letβs go get something to drink,β Shoko muttered as she led you out, gently massaging your tense neck as she encouraged, bringing her lips to your ears, βif anyone bites, Iβll chop their dick off,β Shoko threatened with a flashing smile as she led you to a nearby table.Β Β
Itβs only 9:41 β no, 9:42.
College reunions, who looks forward to that?Β
There was no particular reason for you to be anxious, itβs been years since. Youβve prepared yourself for this, meditating every single day since you got the notification in your email on a Tuesday evening β an invite to rsvp for a room at the Aman Hotel.Β
Maybe it wouldnβt have been so nerve-wracking if youβve been consistently going out to these every year since theyβve held one. But every year there seems to be a conflict in the schedule that forbade you to go.
One year it was your boss last-minute asking your team to work overtime, when a rookie employee lost all the data when he supposedly fell asleep, accidentally losing months of all your blood, sweat, and tears to make it for the deadline on your next advertising project.Β
Poor kid was fired the next day.
The following year, you were determined to go, going as far as walking to the restaurant, when the sudden nausea of socializing plagued your mind. The joyous welcomings and celebrations annoyingly muffled in your ear as you groaned past a familiar voice that seemed to call out your name from a distance. Your feet walking on their own volition through your sleep deprivation. Only to wake up in your bed with countless text messages from your best friend asking what the hell happened.Β
No wonder it was so fucking loud that night.Β
Another was simple, not your fault this time. Shoko couldnβt make it because of her rounds at the hospital.Β
Never in hell were you going to show up alone.Β
And the last one, well your taxi got a sudden flat tire. That in itself was a confirmation for you not to go, nor did you have any dying wish to go. Quickly texting your best friend, huffing out a sigh of relief as you pressed send.
<< sorryβ¦ canβt make it tonight. I promise, next year!!Β
Today, well things seemed to have aligned. No overtime, no flat tires, no sleep deprivation, no nothing.
Maybe it was an excuse?Β
Maybe you were subconsciously avoiding it?Β
But ironic is it, that life seems to protect you when most fragile, only to push you out into the void when least expected making you feel even more vulnerable, feeling so exposed in such a cruel world.Β
Or maybe the universe was waiting for this moment, that despite your consensus or approval, it was determined that you were ready to confront it β well it, being the owner of a pair of brilliant light blue eyes that sparkled like an aqua jewel, shining brighter than when youβve last seen them clouded in tears as you let go of his trembling hand for the last time, crushing his pure heart as you left him with, βiβm sorry.β
Was that already eight years ago?Β
But whether it was the consequence of your selfish choice or a blessing of choosing to be selfless, luck was on your side todayβ¦
β¦ well, you hoped at least somewhat on your side.
βMy β¦ look who it is,β you heard a voice from behind you.
Turning around, though the shame of suddenly cutting him off enticed your heart as you faced him, you couldnβt help but smile at his familiar face walking over with two drinks in his hand.
Holding the same gentle eye smile, with a lock of his black hair falling down on his left side, donned in a white dress shirt with his sleeves cuffed at the elbows, no tie but buttons loosely opened with a pair of dark slacks and shined dress shoes. Geto Suguru walked over.
βArenβt you still handsome,β you complimented with a sweet smile.
βDonβt feed into his ego like that,β Shoko chimed as she nudged your arm, βhis head is already big enough.β
βWho me?β Exaggerating his response, only to soon level down to the same amiable smile, calm cadence youβve remembered him to have as he offered you a drink, βI have to take all the compliment I can get, donβt know when youβll go awol and go missing for another eight years.β
βFunnyβ¦β you muttered, rolling your eyes while taking the drink by the stem, βand thank you, Suguru.β
βWhereβs mine?β Shoko jabbed while shooting a glare at his nonchalance.
βNot here,β Geto flashed a smile, innocently shrugging.Β
βWhatever, Iβll get my own,β shaking her head in disapproval, grumbling while making her way to get a drink, but still making a point to stop in front of the man to warn, βDonβt say anything weird Suguru, I barely got her to come today.β
βRelax, βm just trying to catch up with an old friend,β Geto countered, making a point to whisper while smiling at you.
βI won't hurt her, that I promise,β Geto affirmed.Β
Your best friend walked off only to turn around for a brief moment as she worriedly looked back at you βText me for anything okay?βΒ
βIβll be fine! Donβt worry,β you reassured.
βAnd donβt forget what I said, Iβll even cut his,β deadpanning while looking at your male counterpart, βI got no problem doing it, Iβm medically certified anyways, thereβs nothing that a sharp scalpel canβt fix, β Shoko stated with an innocent smile while walking off.Β
βSo,β releasing a sigh as he pushed the strains of his hair back, βhowβve you been?β Geto smiled.
βIβve beenβ¦ okay,β you confessed while placing your lips against your glass before taking a sip, βcould be better.β
βThought you were living your life,β Geto teased, his voice laced with sarcasm, βShoko wouldnβt tell us much about you.β
βIβ¦ I told her not to,β you confessed while leaning against your table, the pain of your heels starting to ache up your back.Β
βHow come? Werenβt we your friends too?βΒ
βI just didnβt think it was best to keep myself in the circle when I ββ biting the inside of your mouth to stuff the suffocating knot forming underneath your lungs.
β β When you broke up with him?β Geto finished your hesitation.
Nodding yes, you softly whispered, βI thought it was for the best for him.β
βFor the best huh?β Geto chuckled, βwell I guess you didnβt know him too well then.β
βWhat do you mean?β Your brows furrowed as your mouth started to feel dry, βI did it because we werenβt compatible, I wouldβve been a stumbling block for him,β you stammered as your voice started to shake, βI- I wouldβve halted his growth, and he wouldβve hated me in the end if I selfishly held onto him when he was worth so much more than being with me,β you confessed with lips quivering as a tear fell, only to quickly brush it away before Suguru could notice.
But nothing passes with him, he reads right through you. His voice softened, βWas this your insecurity youβve decided for him or β β turning his body to face you while his body leaned on his arm against the standing table, βWas this something he actually wouldβve struggled with?β
βI canβt change the past Suguru.β You shamefully avoided his gaze, βI still stand by my decision.β
βI donβt doubt that,β shrugging as he exhaled, βI mean, you did avoid him for almost a decade.β
βH-he seems happy,β you let your thoughts slip.
βYou think so?βΒ
βShoko would tell me about everyone, you, himβ you unnoticingly spewed out your thoughts. βOf course not in full detail, but that youβve established your own studio, and that youβve finally released those photos.β
βMhm, thatβs correct, wouldβve loved to have invited you to the exhibition, it was quiteβ¦ a moment,β he chuckled while playing with his fingers.Β
βThat Megumiβs in high school and that heβs gotten in trouble for beating up the school bullies,β lowly laughing as you remembered how cute yet scarily mature he was for his age.
βNanami hates corporate life, but still listens to what he has to say even if itβs outrageous.β Taking a sip of your drink, the sparkle of the beverage mildly burning your throat, β... and that heβs traveling the world living his life.β
Mumbling under your breath, βheβs even recently gone to Paris and had a night picnic with ββ
βYou stalked him?β Geto teased as he huffed out a laugh when he caught your shocked expression
βNo β I mean, Shoko would tell me,β you stammered.
βSure, whatever you say, sweetheart," Geto teased, "but just to let you know, he just got back. And from what I know, they havenβt met since he arrived. His plane shouldβve landed,β while dramatically looking at his watch, βI donβt know like an hour ago? Heβs probably on his way over here,β Geto handsomely winked as he suddenly placed a gentle hold of your waist and brought you near his side.
βYou knowβ¦ heβll look for you, now knowing that youβre hereβ Geto whispered into your ear.
βHow does he knowβ¦ I told Shoko to not tell ββ
Blinking innocently at you with a smile, while playing with his phone, βcanβt avoid the poor guy forever.β
βIβm not avoiding him,β you sighed knowing what Geto had done, βjust didnβt have a chance to run into him.β
βWhatever you say, sweetheart,β releasing you with a smile, β if youβre really sure about where you stand, then donβt run away from him.β
Geto's eyes flash to the entrance doors for a split second and land back on you.
βBut would you look at that,β humming as he pointed to his empty glass yet his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. It was the first in a while that you felt your heart sinking, all the blood in your body rushing out, making you suddenly feel lifeless and queasy.
βGonna get another glass, you want one?βΒ Suguru suggested.
βIβm okay, but thank you Suguru,β you quickly stated as your heart started to beat faster by the second.
βSure, just donβt be a stranger again,β Suguru teased as he started to walk off, but your hand immediately reached out to catch his arm to quickly reinforce, βI- I mean itβ¦ thank you.β
Knowing your implication, smiling as he received your thanks, βNo need, as fucking cringe it is,β chuckling as he shook his head, looking over your shoulder and back at you, βheβs my best friend, of course, Iβll be there for him.β
Letting go of his arm, your hands anxiously balled into a fist as you quickly turned around to avoid him, doing anything to hide from his sight. You felt your breaths becoming increasingly more difficult to inhale, and stagnant as your palms started to sweat.Β
βIβm not avoiding himβ¦ Iβm not avoiding himβ you quietly mumbled to yourself, your words contradicting your actions as you walked further away onto the balcony, texting Shoko,Β
<< Iβll be outside getting some fresh air (: let me know when you want to leave.Β Β
Closing your phone, as you let the night breeze wash against your face, leaving light chills around your body, you nervously sighed, βItβs been eight years you sayβ¦β
βΒ
Your story was nothing short of the typical β difference in class and status, trying to make things work just for the convenience of love. It wasnβt hard at first to situate yourself into his life, nor was it any difficult for him to become accustomed to yours.Β
They say time will change things, circumstances will get better. Be patient with your season, and youβll be rewarded for your hardwork.
But somethings never change no matter how hard you try to alter the dice. Heβs rich and youβre just average.
Money works for him, while you had to take on multiple jobs just to make your next rent at the start of your career.Β
He was bound for greatness at a young age, trained by the best professionals and tutored by an exquisite league of mentors. While you had to settle for things, simply dreaming of the what can be. Thus, you worked even harder. You pushed yourself to keep up, to become of the level of who heβs supposed to be, and what he could accomplish.Β
When he dozed off in class, you stayed up. You studied, pulled all-nighters, chugged caffeine, and oftentimes had to push back dates with him for simple study sessions β he didnβt complain, said he liked to just sleep with his head rested on your lap while he cuddled into your stomach while you studied.Β
βDonβt mind me, Iβll be your personal radiator,β he would chime with a boyish grin on his face, taking off his sunglasses as he stretched his long legs before latching behind you like a koala, βwake me up when youβre done, Iβll drive you home,β Gojo peacefully murmured without forgetting to place a kiss to your shoulder, while you stressed over your next exam.Β
With him, even the coldest days always felt warm.
And on the next day, heβll always take you to class with some soup and hot tea, murmuring about your poor dietary choices and how you often neglect your health to study. But at least heβll be gentle, and wish you the best on your exam with a light kiss β an innocent kiss that lasts a bit too long, his hand always gracing your body as he reluctantly releases you, brushing off the saliva that linked your lips together β his good luck charm heβll argue, a little tease of what heβll reward you with later when you got home for being his good girl.Β
Gojo will always try to convince, βLife isnβt always about studying, baby,β stating with a pout, after your fifth time canceling a date heβs planned to instead go on a simple walk outside your flat, βyou gotta live life to the fullest! And why stress when youβve snatched me?β
βWell, I canβt live life to the fullest if I donβt study now, Satoru. And whoβs gonna pay for all that ice cream you eat? All the sweets you stock up on?β
βWhat do you mean?β Deadpanning as he stopped in his tracks, βyou have me, what more else do you need? I'm a double threat β Iβm rich and handsome.β
βSatoru β Iβ¦ never mind,β rolling your eyes, as you were hit with his puppy eyes.Β
βJust promise,β his tall frame blocking you, βthat youβll always stick with me.β
βIβm not a piece of gum to just stick onto you, Satoru,β pushing him away, only for him to reach out to delicately hold your hand, βYou know, if youβre a gum, youβll be the sweetest one.β
βYea, why so?β
βBecause every time I eat you, you taste so sweet,β he teased with a flirty wink, βif you get what I β ow!βΒ
Rubbing his forearm that barely hurt, Gojo loved to exaggerate when he was with you.Β
For Gojo, things came easily for him, as if the universe highlighted his life as a thousand-year blessing, nothing was out of his reach β that is, nothing but you.Β
Shocking to many, he pursued you first. When asked about how you guys met, or whatβs the story behind you two, or even if no soul askedβ¦ heβll blabber on with an outrageous story, saying he fell in love the moment he laid his eyes on you, that you were the apple of his eye β an over the top fanfiction of you and him of how he just knew you were the person for him when you stumbled into the library, arms full of books and coffee in the other, and you magically just happened to just bump into him. And if it wasnβt for that encounter, then he wouldβve never gotten your number.Β
And without your number, he wouldnβt have been able to woo you with his charm, heβll always add with a wink.
βYou can say itβs fate,β heβll proclaim, βI never went to the library, you know,β as he munched on his icecream with Megumi and Tsumiki savoring theirs, both unbothered by the story heβs told them countless times, βand the one day I chose to follow Suguru because he was simping over someone, I get coffee spilled all over my clothes and meet her? Damn, the heavens just wanted us together.β
All you remember of that day was that your precious coffee went to waste, with your books embarrassingly spread out on the floor, and you were stuck having to dry clean his ridiculously expensive clothes.Β
But with him, you experienced all your firsts.
Your first handholding β Satoru confidently took your hand, immediately interlocking his fingers with yours, his palms engulfing yours entirely, βdonβt be scared baby, Iβm not scared,β flexing his muscles as he proudly smiled,Β βIβll protect you!β as he leads you through the haunted mansion, jolting through every jump scare, absolutely refusing to scream.Β
You remember his palms felt particularly clammy that day.Β
Your first kiss β on a spring picnic as he laid on your lap, his eyes sparkling a little more than usual as he looked up at you, innocently asking, βcan I kiss you?βΒ
Your first argument. Ignoring him for a whole week, only for your resolve to quickly break when Suguru urgently called you to his house stating that Satoru was deathly ill β dark circles under his eyes, cheeks frail from not eating, wrapped up in his blanket as he dramatically announced his dying wishes while sneaking obvious glances at you.Β
Getoβs diagnosis: pure insanity.Β
To your first cuddle buddy, to innocent make-out sessions, to wonton looks and lustful touches for more. leading to your first sexual experience, both unknowing and inexperienced as he groaned into your ear in the back of his car one rainy night as you struggled to take his girth.
He was your first taste of goodness β like a forbidden fruit, you increasingly wanted him more. In soul, mind, and body, you etched yourself into him, making the tear even more painful to rip apart.Β
Sure, loving him was easy β but loving you, the version who was so lacking compared to him and insecure was hard.
You tried to ignore it, you did your best to brush off the insecurity that came with each day of choosing him. But having the message that you were worth less than he was being constantly blasted to your face β the blatant discrepancies between social classes and the nature of how you both grew up, to the constant side glances youβll get wondering how someone so normal like you, got with such a high net worth β gradually, it all made you dissociate from him.Β
So you worked even harder. You stayed up longer than anyone else just to get that better grade. You worked that extra shift just to prove that you were capable. You doused yourself in knowledge, yet tried to stay humble to be seemingly perfectβ¦ but in that, you unknowingly pushed him further away, losing parts of yourself while at it.Β
And your final straw? It was a text message you accidentally read on his phone while he silently napped, cutely dozing off as you massaged his scalp.
From: Mom.
>> Remember the girl I talked to you about? Nitori-chanβs family requested that we set up a date for you two. The faster the better, no need for our families to meet, itβs all settled.Β
To: Minako.
<< Letβs meet. When are you free, Minako?Β
From: Minako.
>> Whenever! I can meet now!
>> Is this about our potential engagement?
To Minako.
<< Yea, let's meet tonight to talk about it.
You remembered, that night you couldn't reach him.
The final trigger that blew it over. The rambling of your thoughts paralyzes you from thinking rationally.
You didnβt need to search up who she was. Nitori Minako, the youngest daughter of Japanβs leading technology company that rivaled to that of Americaβs fruit. A girl that was a year younger than you β smart, adamantly cute, cunning and rich β always following him around a bit too closely for your liking, preaching about how βGojo-san promised heβll marry me when we were young! Isnβt that so cute?β
how long was this going on for?Β
Has he always been going on secret dates like this? Was he always just willing to let it slide when you rejected his dates because he had other options?
Was he leading you on this whole time before heβll leave you for what he rightfully deserved?Β
Was all of this a lie? All of what he said?
The pinnacle of your sanity breaking as your thoughts became corrosive and brittle the more you dove deeper into the pitfalls of your insecurities β of course what people said was right, there was no way someone like him can settle for any less.
... Ultimately, everything led to you quietly blurting out as he rambled about his day.Β
Playing with your hand, smiling like a loser as he intertwined your smaller fingers with his, βGeez, there was this jeweler that I wanted to take you to, but dammit, the store closed early today. Maybe we can go β β
βLetβs break up,β you suddenly announced, looking straight ahead.
The room suddenly felt quiet, so quiet that the thumping of your heart felt like loud sirens blaring next to your eardrum, and your body felt numb.Β
After a few seconds, Satoru stammered, βw-what?β
Sighing as you closed your eyes, βI said, letβs break up, we arenβt β β you reiterated.
βI heard you the first time,β Gojo hissed, still playing with your fingers but his grip now harsher, βjust wanted to make sure you werenβt bullshitting right now.β
βIβm not joking, Satoru,β your voice stripped of any emotion, βwe arenβt good for eachother.β
βSays who?β the man challenged.Β
βItβs something thatβs been on my mind,β you responded back while trying to pull back your hand, βl-let go, Satoru, it hurtsβ¦β
βIs it because of the text?β Gojo refused to let go, even more so gripping even harder, βFuck... I'm sorry I should've explained earlier," his voice pleading for you to listen.
"I swear nothing happened, and nothing will ever happen, b-baby look at me,β your boyfriendβs β now, ex-boyfriend's β voice elevating and shaking.Β
βGojo,β softly pausing after his name, βletβs end it when things arenβt so badβ¦ I canβt have you hating me more when we have no other choice but to break up,β finally pushing his grip off, βitβs inevitable, weβve been walking towards a destined finish line from the beginning, letβs just call it quits a little earlier.β
βno... you can't do this, you can't do this to me,β he vulnerably uttered, his body noticeably trembling as a tear dropped onto the back of your hand as he reached over to touch you, hoping it'll mend whatever hatred you had towards him, βyou.. we promised,β his voice shaking.
βIβm sorry Gojo,β you dodged his grasp, βguess promises are only good if you can keep them, and I canβt.β
Days of him begging at the forefront of your door, crying as he asked for an explanation, his missed texts and calls that would go straight to voicemail, to Suguru stepping in to ask what the hell was going on⦠all leading you to cut off every aspect of Gojo Satoru out of your life, except Shoko.
After two years of dating, at the ripe age of 20, you experienced your first heartbreak with Gojo Satoru, marking the end of the final chapter of your love story with him.Β
To you, heβll be the greatest warmth youβll ever experience.Β
To him, youβll be the heartless bitch that left him cold.
β-
βHmm,β looking at your empty notifications, βguess sheβs a little busy right nowβ¦β you hummed. Despite your outwardly calm demeanor and the stillness of the serene summer night, juxtaposed was your mind with wandering thoughts that wrecked havoc in your head.Β
Shoko would update you occasionally about him, not going too far into details. You knew he was successful in his craft, excelling in it as he ranked 11th in Forbes 30 under 30 list, losing the tenth spot barely to a Zenin. It would be a lie if you werenβt curious about him, your mind wandering and weak during the quietest of nights, making a burner account to stalk his socials, only to immediately regret the moment you see photos and stories that presumably show that heβs in a relationship β with a gorgeous one in fact.
Youβve briefly heard of his dating history, hearing it from Shoko directly, as it mindlessly slipped through her tongue as she complained that heβs broken up with another girl.Β
Throughout the years, youβve concluded maybe this was your punishment for leaving him. Damnation to feel stuck in the same perpetual regret of hurting his heart, of choosing to look at your fears instead of maybe trusting in him.Β
But, at least he looked happy. and you clung onto that reserve.
Maybe it was for the best that things happened this wayΒ β
Your ears perked up as you heard the tapping of shoes coming towards you, your stomach suddenly dropping to the floor.Β
βWere you planning on avoiding me the whole night?βΒ
You were sure, there was no denying that was his voice.Β
Yes, it was a bit deeper from when you last heard it. The decibel of his voice is now infused with power and confidence, yet still with the underlying tone of softness from what you remembered.Β
βAh, sorryβ¦ how rude of me,β you mumbled, the pounding of your heart beating through your ribcage. You quickly placed an arm over your chest, a hand over your heart, doing anything to muffle the harsh pulsing, terrified that he was going to hear, βitβs been a while Gojo,β you offered him a light smile, βIβm sorry, but if youβll excuse me Ieiri is waiting for me,β you tried excusing yourself only to be met with his stance unchanging, unmoving.Β
You felt his eyes pierce into your skull, βGojo?β¦ ah thatβs right,β his voice guarded as he looked over in another direction, his face pointing specifically elsewhere, the moonlight highlighting his perfect features.
βI think sheβs pretty busy, donβt you think?β he shrugged.
Dammit she was your ride home. Guess coffee is on her for the next week.Β
βOh sorry,β you muttered under your breath.
Grinning as he licked his lips, βYouβre awfully saying sorry a lot over nothing,β Gojo chuckled, βguess old habits die hard,β his last words spewed with a hint of bitterness as he clenched his jaws.Β
Only to relax seconds later, placing his drink on the railing, softly grunting as he pulled off his jacket, and placed it over your shoulders, βItβs cold, donβt want you getting sick now,β the smell of his cologne filled up your lungs, hypnotizing your senses β a bit strong but nonetheless intoxicating.
You couldnβt help but feel guilty for feeling a sense of security from the weight of his heated jacket, and in response, you started to immediately pick at your thumbs.Β
βItβs okay!β You tried to object, trying to take it off only to be met with a stern yet gentleness of his voice, his large hand stopping you, now calloused and thick yet the warmth of his palm brushing against your smaller one felt nostalgic and sinful, as your eyes immediately noticed a gold sparkle on his ring finger, βitβs fine. my body runs hot, remember?βΒ
βT-thank you,β you muttered, the harsh beatings of your heart quickly making your cheeks feel hot.Β
A ring? you wondered. Β
βSo, what made you come today?β Gojo huffed as he looked off into the distance.
βHad no excuse not to come.β
βI see,β his voice deep, taking the last swig of his drink, deeply inhaling to release a long breath, βItβs good to see you though.β
βYea, me too,β you quietly responded, the awkwardness of the conversation eating at your bones, the tightness of your stomach knotting increasingly more.
Laughing as he turned around, his long legs crossed, showing a bit of his socks peeking out of his slacks as his dress shoes reflected the moon's shine. Surely, they were expensive, probably equaled to a month of your rent on his feet. With his arms crossing his chest, leaning against the railing, the quiet winds brushing against his soft hair, lightly masking his cerulean eyes as he faced you, βLiar, you were always good at that.β
Taking you off guard, your eyes immediately connecting with his, your breath stopping as if a sudden load was pushed onto your chest, you felt a wave of sadness rush over you as you ventured into his empty eyes.Β
Since when did he have that ring?Β
Did he find someone at Paris? Shoko told me β no, thereβs no way he found someone so soon.
Or maybe heβs trying to settle down β
βAre you happy?β His question brought you back into reality.
βWhat?β you whispered.
βI donβt think Iβve asked a hard question,β he responded, his voice now harsh and impatient, βI asked if you were happy.β
Your finger pricks at your thumb, βI guess soβ¦β
Rolling his tongue against his teeth, his finger playing with his ring.Β Β Β
Taking no regard for catering to your comfort, he jeered, βWhyβd you do it?β
βWhat are you talking ββ you stammered.
βYou know damn well what Iβm referring to,β Gojo spat.Β
βExcuse me,β You muttered, your eyes refusing to disconnect despite your whole body fighting against it.
βI- I got to go, Ieiri is waiting ββ
βNo, you already used that excuse,β pulling you in by your wrist, immediately caging you in between his arms, with you now leaning against the railing, your eyes level to his broad chest β has he always been this big?
βAnswer me, at least you can have the courtesy of honestly telling me why you left me like that eight years ago.β
βI don't remember,β you stated with eyes threatening to spill.
βLiar,β his body leaning down, the hurt in eyes even more apparent than before, βyouβre a fucking liar,β Gojo spewed with no resolve to withhold a solid tear from falling, his face now dangerously close β lips even more threatening to touch.
All you wanted to do was say sorry, to cup his face and kiss his tears, to say it was a mistake that youβve never intended to let him go β you selfishly tortured him by continuously keeping him in your heart without giving him a chance to prove you wrong.Β
βIβm so sorry,β was all you could respond.
βDid you not trust me?β Hurt was apparent in his voice, βWas I that untrustworthy for you to just leave like that and just disappear for eight years?β
βNo, noβ¦ itβs not like that,β you tried comforting, unknowingly placing your hands on his chest, βit was never like that.β
"then tell me why," he forced out through gritted teeth while furrowing his brows.
"I just thought it was for the best," you quietly whispered.
"you thought it would be for the best?" Gojo scoffed, "And how the hell did you come to a conclusion to just leave like that?"
" 'm sorry, Gojo... I - I truly am," you pleaded while clenching his shirt.
"You must've really enjoyed watching me beg huh," Gojo challenged, "absolutely thrived knowing this was all for my own good, right?" Gojo spat out his anger.
"It wasn't like that, i'm so sorry, I was hurting β"
βStop fucking apologizing! you don't get to do that," His voice shattered the serene night. Chest heaving as he clenched onto the stone railing, "I didnβt go through shit these past eight years just to hear your selfish sorry's,β he stated with gritted teeth, as he threateningly moved even closer, βd-did you even love me?βΒ
βYes, of course!β You immediately cupped his face, finally letting go of the years you craved his touch, your heart shattering as you felt him melt into your wicked hands.
βThen kiss me,β he suddenly whispered, the slight scent of alcohol mixed in with cologne altering your judgment.
βY-youβre drunk, Gojo,β you pleaded, immediately letting go of his face as you tried to push him off.
His voice elevated, "Why not?" Gojo growled, "Like you said, it's not like you left because you didn't love me. Or are you lying about that too?"
βdonβt make this hard, we β I canβt do this with you anymore,β guilt running through your veins as the image of his ring blared loudly in your head.
You couldnβt do this to another girl, he wasnβt yours anymoreβ¦Β
βstop the bullshit,β Gojo growled before his lips slammed into yours, his large hands cupping your face, leaving you no room to run away. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, teeth painfully clashing yet you didnβt mind. because against your resolve, your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to taste the sweetness of his saliva and feel the warmth of his tongue.
The groan of his voice vibrated against your lips, as his clothed hip bucked into your pelvis, his lips trailing down from yours to your neck, tongue sloppily trailing down with it as his hands wandered down to hold your hips.
βTell me you missed me,β he moaned out as you gripped the ends of his hair,Β his tongue teasing down your sweet spots, pecking kisses as he inhaled your scent.
βSay you loved me, I don't care anymore if itβs a lie,β your ex now pleaded, his hot breath heating your cheeks.
ββ¦ I love you,β you confessed.
Lowly laughing like a maniac, staring deep into your wanting eyes, the man whispered back, βaren't you fucking heartless.β
...
You donβt recall how you made it into the hotel room. In a moment your lips crashed with his on the balcony, and only a second later you found yourself with his large hand securely wrapped around yours, silently waiting for the elevator to bing on the twentieth floor as your ex-boyfriend led you into his hotel room.
Now, currently, youβre pressed against the wall, shoes thrown aside groaning with your hands tangled in his soft hair, as he hurriedly stripped you out of your dress, lips hungrily moving against each other as he growled into the kiss.
Though its been years, his touch never faltered from remembering your body β immediately tracing over your sweet spots that heβs located in your early twenties, now with more experience and strength he dove deeper in.
βFuck, missed these beauties,β he groaned as he cupped your breasts, his thumb playing with your hardened nipples as he quickly released the back strap of your bra, promptly latching his lips onto your swollen ones again right before you released a moan.
Your body had a mind of its own. Fallen into sin, your hands unbuttoned his shirt, quickly revealing his toned, muscular build as your hands ran against his pecs. You felt his stomach flex as you started to unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants, his lips hungrily chasing after yours as he caressed your body, hands slipping down further into your inner thigh, his index starting to play with your swollen clit β his fingers have always been so pretty, especially with his ring
βG-gojo stop!β Your eyes immediately shoot open.
βWhat,β annoyed, the man hissed, looking into your eyes with his pupils dilated, hair absolutely disheveled, until moments later his lips are impatiently back onto yours again.Β
βWe.. we canβt,β you cried out as you melted in his touch, βy-your ring,β you gasped out, suffocating as he stripped you of oxygen.
βRing?β he stopped for a brief moment, chuckling as he brought up his finger, βyou worried about this?β he teased.
Intoxicated in his touch, you were willing to throw away your pride and dignity just for one night β one night canβt hurt, right? So you take the ounce of courage you had left, placing a tender kiss on his lips as a sign of surrender as you gently cupped his face, βtake off your ring,β you whispered as you guilty looked away.
Chasing after your kiss, pushing you further into the room as you yelped at his force, your arms entangled around his neck and fingers around his hair as you tried to stabilize yourself, βI promise you itβs nothing, sweetheart,β he coaxed with his sharp canines flashing through his wickedly handsome smile.Β
And running his lips against your chest, leaving small denture marks on your skin that forced moans out of you, with his pants now pooled at his ankles before shimming them off, his cock fully erect, unapologetically twitching in his briefs.
βFor you, I guess,β Gojo hummed as he watched the thin line of spit that connected you both dissipate away, existing as a sign of proof of the situationship he currently had with you.Β
Taking his ring off, he set it down near the bedside table, "there it's gone."
At least for this night, he was yours.Β
Youβll repent for your sins, and receive any punishment the gods had to give you tomorrow, but today, you chose him.
And right now, you also chose to kneel in between his thighs, hooking your finger under his waistband to pull his briefs off. Satoru immediately lifted his hips to help you while releasing a sultry groan as he felt the cold air elope his sensitive tip.Β
Was he always this thick? You remembered his cock being pretty, but also what the fuck were those two veins running down his shaft? And was he always thisβ¦ groomed?Β
βAre you just gonna stare at itβ¦ or do I need to use your mouth to get some action?β Satoru impatiently asked with his cock twitching, his finger brushing against your heated cheeks as he palmed his member.
βItβs just been awhile,β you murmured, licking your lips before you opened your mouth to have him enter.
βFuck, " Satoru shuddered as the base of your tongue brushed against his frenulum.
"i must be dreaming,β Gojo murmured under his breath, your head rising up as you released his cock with pop! With your hot tongue swirling against his head, there was no chance for Satoru to stay strong. and you enjoyed every second of seeing him slowly unravel in your power.
βj-just like that,β he ordered while placing his hand on top of your head, guiding your momentum.Β
His precum tasted salty but pleasant. Hell, he wasnβt even close to the other men youβve been with, incomparable starting with the size of their dicks to his.
Hallowing your cheeks and expanding your throat to take in his shaft, with your hands gently playing with his balls, you felt his cock hit the back of your throat the moment you saw his head fling backwards, gasping as he pushed down his spit down his dry throat.
βYou like that?β Gojo hissed as he bucked his hips into your warm crevice, βyou missed my cock, angel?β
You honestly agreed, tears staining your vision with his length stuffed into your orifice, only to get a spiteful laugh in return, βwell, guess that makes two of us,β he huffed while crowning over your body, pushing himself deeper into you, his stomach hitching as he groaned out your name.Β Β
βFuck this shit,β he moaned, as he urgently pulled himself out of your mouth, sacrificing his impeding release for abstinence.Β
βYouβre driving me crazy,β he gasped when your thumbs swirled around his pulsing head, βyou always do,β he purred as he nibbled on your lower lip, promptly pulling you onto his lap, one hand straddling your waist while the other mounded your ass.
And looking up at you, with his blue eyes now darkened in full blown lust, his hot breath sending chills down your spine, βtell me what you want? Iβll give you anything.β
βY-you,β you shamefully confessed, gasping as his cock grazed against your sensitive folds, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you started to grind against his length, βI want you inside me again, Satoruβ you whispered into his ear, lightly moaning out his name.
βShit,β Satoru croaked, pulling himself down as he gently released you to lay on the bed, βI dont have a condom,β he confessed as he gently kissed your cheeks, β you gonna be okay without it?β he asked.
βMhm, j-just hurryβ¦ please,β you murmured.Β
βGood girl, now come here,β he coaxed as he placed a soft pillow under your head.Β
Taking a brief moment to observe your face, reading any sign of forced emotion that you might try to hide, only to ease himself into the kiss when he feels you impatiently desiring his touch, βrelax, baby,β he cooed as his kisses traveled southward.
Placing each delicate kiss on your body as his soft hair trailed behind, lightly tickling you as your thighs gently caged his waists into you, βyou know they wanted me to thank you,β Gojo breathed out as he split your thighs open, settling himself in between your legs.
βW-who?β you whimpered as his calloused hands massaged your muscles, his soft lips easing out the tension boiling in your core while your hands immediately went straight to grip his hair.
Lips drawing closer, closer and closer until his breath knocked against the frame of your dripping cunt.
βGod youβre so fucking wet,β blowing air onto your sensitive nerves, looking up to watch your body shiver at his power as he slid his finger down your folds, pushing in one finger, two, and eventually three into your tight hole as he watched you stretch, your viscous juice soon dripping down his forearm.
βThey wanted me to thank you for how good I eat pussy now,β Gojo smirked before he took a swipe of his tongue against your womanhood, spreading out your cunt as he purposefully flicked his tongue against your clit, lightly sucking on the bud thereafter.
β¦Β
How many times as it been, you wondered? More than once or twice, maybe fourβ¦ five β you moaned out when you felt your legs hitching up to his shoulders, his cock hitting just at the right spots he remembered from years ago.Β
βAngel,β Gojo huffed as sweat dripped down his temple, grunting as he felt your tight walls fluttering against his length at the call of his sweet pet name, βyou have that much leisure to be thinking about something else when Iβm fucking you?βΒ
Kissing your ankles, his pelvis showing you no mercy as his wet skin slapped against your ass, the sound and sultry smell of hot sex filtrating your room, βstill so fucking tight,β Satoru grunted as he pushed his body onto you, your legs hooking against his shoulders, his strong arms holding you from under.
βG-gojo!β you rasped out, barely audible and inable to breathe from his heavy weight and humidity of the room, βitβs too deep! Slow down!β
Growling into your ear, his teeth nibbling against your earlobe, his hot breath stinging your face as he scoffed at your choice to call him so mundanely.
βyou gonna be so impersonable,β his thrust going deeper, harder into you, βwhen Iβm so deepily inside you?β
βNgh,β gasping, βitβs too much,β you sobbed with his face planted into your neck, and his ass clenching with every push he drove into your gushy walls that still wrapped so perfectly around his β just like how heβs last felt you around him, just like how heβs molded your insides just for himself.
βYou let anyone else fuck you?β He suddenly hissed, panting as he tried to catch his breath, the sweat on his back making it difficult for you to hold onto him, βyou let anyone else see this side of you?β
βItβs too much ββ you pleaded, avoiding his question.
βAnswer me,β he lowly ordered.
Unable to withstand his power, absolutely willing to fold for him and his desires, you fastidiously nodded, βonly a couple,β you shyly confessed.
"how many," he growled, disappointed in your answer, "how many fucked this."
"o-one or two, ngh I-I don't remember," you panted.
βOne or two, you say,β he cooed as he pulsed his cock swiftly into you in rhythmic motions, satisfied seeing his length disappear inside you. his pace driving you to the brink of insanity as your lower belly started to fire up again as he knowingly pressed his palm down on your stomach.
βThen I gotta fuck you twice more to force out all memory you have of those stupid fucks,β grunting as he cupped your face to look at him, lips swollen with his skin marked by your nails, hips unapologetically thrusting into you as he watched you unravel in his lead, βbecause this pussyβs always been mine.β
Seven.
Heβs definitely made you cum seven times. you remembered the count just before he groaned out your name, his thrusts sloppy and strained, gasping as he pulled you tighter into his embrace, face caved into your neck as he finally released his thick loads into your abused walls, sobbing out cursed moans as you held him, expending out every last ounce of energy you had for him in mere four words,
βIβve always loved you,β you whispered before completely passing out.Β
You failed to notice a tear fall from his eyes drop to your face. He hoped that itβll stain you, wished it would reach all the way through to your heart to burn you. But he couldn't, so instead he carefully wiped it away as he gently kissed your face β inch by inch of your canvas before he chose to face you again.
βyouβre so heartless,β Gojo chuckled as he pulled you in for a tight hug, straight into his chest as he laid beside you, refusing to pull out and have his cum spill onto the sheets β a feat heβs never dared to do with anyone else, heβs always fucked protected.
βwhat am I going to do with you," he breathed out.
"even with all this time, Iβm still so weak for you,β he quietly confessed, reaching over to the side, reaching for his ring to put on the empty finger, before he too fell into the abyss of another dimension with you in his arms.Β
β-
Lowly groaning as you opened your eyes, your body felt oddly heavy and aching, but yet warm and safe despite feeling on the absolutely verge of possibly snapping in half and breaking with any force.
Blinking a couple times before you started to register the room, you felt a slight huff next to your ear and the tightening around your waist as your back leaned against something hard.
Gojo Satoru, in all of his glory, was sleeping so soundly next you.
Carefully turning around to face him, you observed his features as you ran your fingers against his skin.
His lashes were still so long and soft, you giggled when Gojo twitched his nose at your touch.
His cheeks were still so smooth, without a spec of a blemish, but you can see the little bags under his eyes and the small creases on his skin. heβs probably tired from traveling.
Your finger travels down to his chiseled jaw, and defined collar bones, examining the light scratch marks on his pale skin, and the bruising of his nipple β waitβ¦ his lips are chapped and swollen, and his cockβ¦ oh god, his cock was brushing against your stomach β hard and pulsing.Β
Immediately gasping, you felt the blood in your body drain at the revelation that youβve fucked your ex β no, you fucked your ex of eight years, that you were still crazily hung up over that most likely had a girlfriend waiting for him to respond back to. Β
Before you could think, your adrenaline pressed forward to act before your mind, immediately unlocking his hands from your naked waists, standing up too quickly only to stumble from your trembling legs. You felt something drip down your thighs β white viscous slowly running down your legs, your face heating up at the memory of last night.Β
βI- I need to leave,β you whispered, quickly gathering your discarded clothes and undergarments as you rushed to the restroom, forcing down your whimpers as your sensitive cunt brushed against your thighs with every step you took.
βI canβt be here, t-this was a mistake,β you stammered while putting on your dress, quickly stuffing your used panties into your purse.
You looked like a mess, but it didnβt matter because you needed to get the hell out of there before he woke up, but somehow your feet didnβt move in the direction you wanted them to β out the door β but instead towards him unknowingly sleeping.
And quietly sitting against the edge of the bed, carefully pushing away the edges of his bangs that covered his handsome face, you decided to take a minute to absorb the last images of what youβll have of him. And there you decided to let a tear or two drop from your eyes as you said your last goodbyes, gently kissing his lips before you made your way out the door, whispering,Β once again,
βIβm sorryβ¦β
β-Β
Itβs been close to an hour since your walk of shame out the door. Since then you quickly checked out of your room and made your way out of the hotel.Β
You immediately called for a taxi to get home, groaning as you were hit with the realities of your mistakes last night.
Treading up the stairs your legs quivered with every move. It's been a while since you've been fucked that hard, nor even had a partner that lasted so long.
You needed to text Shoko, you prayed that she didnβt blow through your notifications when you suddenly went missing last night. Sighing, you absentmindedly tried to find your phone in your bag as you punched in your door keys.
You started to think, maybe the whole fucking universe was now against you, for your sins, because your phone wasnβt in your purse.
You tried to retrace your steps to where youβd last used it as you made yourself over to your bed, stripping off your clothes as you walked over to the shower.
And to your last memory, you texted Ieiri out in the balcony⦠and then,
βShit,β you hissed, remembering how your bag was tossed to the side when you were being feverishly stripped of your clothes, βitβs probably under his bed or something.β
βI hope no one callsβ¦ or tries to contact me until he leaves his room,β you groaned as the hot water massaged your tense shoulders while your fingers ran down your body.
Washing every crevice as you also tried to erase away the memory you had with him, you forced yourself to retract your tears. This was your punishment you repeated, this was the outcome of your selfishness. You lathered yourself in soap, trying to scrub away the pent-up guilt until you noticed something flash under the light.
You never wore your jewelry into the shower, youβve always had a habit to take them off to not tarnish.Β
But there was a golden ring, a ring that fits a little loosely on your promise finger.
Unable to understand why, all that circled through your mind was to go back.
Quickly washing off, throwing on any pair of clothes before running to your door, you could feel your anxious heart beating loudly in your chest as your ears started to feel plugged from the tension. And just when youβre about to open your door, you hear a buzz that silenced every chaos around you.
Looking through the peep hole, you felt faint, your heart entirely about to burst β is this reality or am i still dreaming?
βItβs me,β you heard his calm voice.
Your hands trembled as you slowly opened up the door, your eyes taking a moment to quickly scan his body β donning the same clothes as yesterday with the top buttons of his white shirt undone and ends stuffed into his slacks, his hair lightly messy and eyes a little sunken.
βHowβd you get here?β you gasped with your ringed hand clenched, hidden behind your back, while the other pricked at your thumb.
βYou left your phone in my room, and I found it because Ieiri was blowing up your phone," Satoru calmly stated as he handed over your phone, "so I asked where you lived to drop it off.β
βShe didnβt say anything?βΒ you warily asked
βWell, she did ask about us."
βAndβ¦ did she threaten you or anything?β
βNo, why would she? But,β stretching out his arms as he released groan, βI told her we fucked,β he boyishly smiled.Β
Afraid to confront your messy rendezvous with him, you nervously bit your lips, and you avoided his gaze. Noticing your tendencies, you felt his hand cup your face to meet his while his thumb gently soothed your aching lip, "hey," he whispered, "don't do that."
And stepping closer to you, the mild fragrance of his shampoo dancing in your nostrils, βDid you see it?β he asked.
βMhm,β you acknowledged, βI saw it just now while showering,β you looked into his eyes to seek an answer, tears starting to cloud your vision.
βYou know, Iβm not the same anymore,β he confessed, βI have power, Iβm strong, and Iβm able to do things now,β pressing a kiss onto your forehead, βbut the only thing that stayed the same about me," chuckling as he shook his head β as if he couldn't even believe it himself.
"is that I didnβt change my number since weβve broken up,β he stated before taking a step into your apartment, the click of his shoes hitting the tile floor echoing throughout the hallway, βI just hoped maybe one day youβll call.β
"why?" you honestly questioned, unable to understand why he would choose to do that.
"I don't know," Satoru shrugged while pulling away, "guess I really tried to subconsciously manifest the we were fated to be bullshit that I preached."
βBut that girl,β you quietly muttered while you unknowingly pouted when you saw his arms cross against his chest, the tightness of his sleeves about to burst from his muscles bulging.
βGirlβ¦ what girl?βΒ Your comment took him aback.
βThe one you were in Paris with,β your face feeling hot, embarrassed that you outed yourself for stalking him.
βYou stalking me?β He chuckled while leaning against the wall, "it's not what you think," Gojo sighed as he pushed back his hair, "that girl, it was Suguru.β
Raising an eyebrow as he examined your expression, sighing as he saw the unbelief in your eyes, βHere look,β he commented while pulling out his phone to show you pictures, βwe went for his art exhibition or some shit because his girl couldnβt make it with him.β
βB-but you came late to the reunion.β
βYea, because I wasn't going to pull up looking mid when I needed to make you regret ever dumping me,β he joked while pinching your cheeks, "I didn't have plans on attending until that jerk sent me a photo of you," he shamelessly confessed.
βYouβre stupid,β you grasped his hand to check his finger β ringless.
βBut it was worth it, no? Got you to indirectly confess,β emphasizing his last few words, βthat maybe you still love me."
"Whatever," you mumbled, "I said I loved you."
"fine by me," Satoru accepted, " but the fact is that you still think Iβm hot, no? Or maybe you just missed my cock? β
βYouβre crazy,β you stated while wiping your tears.
βYea, I know,β his gaze softens as he sees you playing with his fingers, your small ones wrapped around his.
βand this ring is too big for me,β you cried as you melted in his touch, his right thumb gently rubbing against your cheeks.
βThat too, I know,β he smiled stepping closer into your house, and slowly closing the door behind him, βweβll get another one together soon, only if you'll let me.β
"I'd like that," you whispered.
βI just couldnβt get it for us when you heartlessly broke up with me eight years ago," Satoru confessed while brushing the tip of his nose against yours.
βIβm so sorry Satoru,β you snuggled your face into his strong chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you, cooing as he steadied your breaths, βShhh, itβs okay baby, itβs okay.β
βIβve hurt you, Iβm the one that caused all this,β you heaved as he pressed light kisses all over your face.
βThrough everything,β kissing your swollen eyes, taking his time to savor your touch as his lips traveled their way back to its home, briefly kissing your ringed finger as he looked into your eyes.Β
And sealing his final destination, he whispered before locking his lips with yours once more,
βIβll always find you even if you run away because youβll always be mine.β
author's comment: sheesh, I didn't expect this to get this long... but here it is! I wanted to write the typical exes-to-lovers trope, but I was stuck on the quote with Satoru teasing how his past partners wanted to thank the reader for teaching him how to eat pussy... and here we are over 9k words later.... oh wells
again, i hope you enjoyed it!!
p.s. i might just have one exes to lovers in the drafts for geto, as well.... hahahahaha but you didn't hear that from me, nope (,:
A/N. Lacked Gojo in the manga so I present to you more Gojo <3
βGojo, I will kill you before that curse can-β
βAw, man!β Yuji whines over Nobaraβs cackles, reluctantly slapping a few thousand yen onto her outstretched palm. He thuds his head frustratedly against the cool vending machine they were crouched behind, βThat was rigged!β
The girl scoffs, counting her hard-earned winnings victoriously, βI told you they wouldnβt even make it until the school gates before fighting. Itβs not rigged, itβs common sense - not that youβd know anything about it.β Satisfied, she sneaks a look over the side of the machine at the shrinking backs of you and a too-happy Gojo Satoru. βBesides, weβll get a rematch soon enough. My moneyβs on her, double or nothinβ.βΒ
βYou really think theyβll kill each other before the mission is over?β Yuji muses, eyes locked on Gojoβs infamous smirk - only widening the closer he drives you dangerously towards an aneurysm. βI bet-β
βNo.β Megumiβs deadpan interruption startles them both. And as much as heβd like to pretend he wasnβt cramped with the two idiots stalking their squabbling teachers, he unfortunately, very much, was. βI bet ten thousand yen they kill each other before the mission is over. Or worse - end up dating.β
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βA love hotel.β
βA love hotel~β Gojo echoes, with a hand clutching faintly at his chest. Swooning over you with each word, βNow, usually youβd have to take me out to dinner first, but for you I will make an except- mmpf-β
Now, Gojo knew he couldβve easily blocked your attack - hell, he didnβt even have to bat an eye to activate limitless. But where was the fun in that? Giving into your elbow digging sharply into his side, heβs only cackling at your venomous words, βI could take down both you and those special grades, yβknow?β
βOh yeah?β he hooks a long finger underneath his blindfold, showing off that infuriating wiggle of his snowy brows. βIf youβre so great, then why did Yaga have you assigned with me, pretty girl?β
You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples, βOnly because someone-β And oh, if he had the most renowned eyes in all of jujutsu, then you had the most withering glare. β-completely skipped out on his last mission to stuff his face with sweets, nβ now Iβm wasting my time babysitting. So this time, Iβm in charge.β
Ah, a woman after his heart - in more ways than one, for sure.Β
βYes, maβam~βΒ
Dramatically, he mimics the zipping of his lips shut, readily following you towards the flashy building standing out amongst the bustling Tokyo street. Walls painted such a suggestive pink, neon lights flickering special discounts at passersby - it would have almost been scandalous to be caught outside such an obvious love hotel such as this - if it hadnβt been for the mission, that is.Β
βDidnβt think our first date would be at a love hotel.β he chuckles as soon as you reach the gaudy, perfumed reception. And that flickering, wide-eyed stare of the woman behind the counter is enough for Gojo to prattle on, βNow, tell me what room you want, honey-β Throwing an arm around your shoulder, youβre pressed helplessly against his toned front. β-theyβve got candy-themed, anime-themed- oh, theyβve even got a train station-β
βBest to keep our train station fantasies to ourselves-β You simper, subtly stepping on his foot with your own, but that only topples you against him. Instantly, another strong arm snakes around your waist to support your weight, as if second nature, β-isnβt that right, dear?β
And you swear, you could spot a tiny dimple when the ends of his mouth curl even wider into a saccharine sweet grin. βIf my memory serves me right, you were the one that dragged me here. Isnβt that right, dear?β
Shivers run down your spine - ones he runs the soft, rounded pads of his fingers up and down along. Youβre sure you looked like a disgustingly loving couple to the poor lady working at the counter. And to put her out of her misery, if anything, you recite, βA-anyways- apologies. Room 143, please.β Managing to plaster on a weak smile, it only falls flat when the receptionist hands you your key - and two complimentary condoms along with it. βI- uh- thank you?β
And itβs all you can do to not just shove off the 6β3 thorn at your side when he steers the two of you to the elevator with a disbelieving, βOnly two?βΒ
Though, youβre sure it wouldnβt do much against him, anyway. It never has - because ever since youβd stepped foot through Jujutsu Highβs towering gates as its newest teacher, Gojo Satoru seemed to make it his mission in life to get on each and every single one of your nerves. The only mission heβd willingly do, mind you. Insisting on interrupting your classes, hiding you little sweets in your office, pushing your buttons in front of-
βWell, that went as inconspicuous as ever.β Gojo hums, reeling you out of your little reverie. βOf course, it did, thanks to me.β
ββInconspicuousβ my ass.β you groan, hastily punching in the ground number for your room. Yaga had said that the veil was already completed around the entirety of the curse-infested floor by now, good - the faster you could get away from Gojo, the more intact your sanity would be. βIf it wasnβt for me smoothing things over, sheβd be filing a complaint against the sleazy man in a bad Kakashi cosplay at this very moment.β
βHey! I didnβt see you putting on any Oscar-worthy performances. And my Kakashi cosplay is gre-β
DING!
The elevator doors open to a seemingly normal, barren hallway - not a hair or person out of place - though, you knew better. And as much of a fool as Gojo acted, he did, too.Β
His steady arm drops from your side when you stretch out your limbs in preparation - shit, you forgot it was still there. βWatch and learn, Gojo.β you hum.
βHell yeah, Iβm watching.βΒ
A beat of silence. Two.Β
With his thick blindfold, Gojoβs expression was almost indescribable - but your skin prickles with the slow, sultry sweep of his eyes down your figure. But before you can snap back at his loaded tone, it happens- βDonβt fall behind, sweetheart.β
Curses burst out of the fourteen heavy, wooden doors along the narrow corridor - some small, some big, all crushed easily under the power of your cursed technique. And neither of you had to utter a word to know youβd both be trying to best the other.Β
Youβve got one slobbering mess of a curse trapped underneath your heel, locked in combat when Gojo calls out from somewhere across the hallway. βStill stuck on that grade one?β Your jaw ticks, pressing the curses face deeper into the carpeted floor of the bedroom, βIβve already located one of two special grades- better keep up.β
Fuck, curse him and his six eyes.Β
Not wasting any more time, you easily exorcize the remaining curse, feet carrying you door after door. Most of the infestation had been cleared out by now by the both of you, splatters of red and limbs lining along the hallway - you only felt bad for Ichiji having to organize a clean-up after this.Β
The next time you saw Gojoβs flash of cerulean eyes was from outside another bedroom. Goading, βHeh, need a little help, Gojo?βΒ
βOh fuck-β he wraps two arms around the special gradeβs flowered horns. Powerful legs bowed, cloudy hair mussed, blindfold dangling somewhere around his neck - he was beautiful. And it was fleeting moments like this that you held an ounce of begrudging respect for him. Ripping those offending appendages, β-off. Roughed up the other special grade for ya since you were so slow, sweetheart - consider it a lilβ gift for this date.β
βOh, fuck you-β
In the midst of it all, Gojo still manages to flutter his long lashes your way, βWell, we are in a love hotel, after all. Just say so if you wanna get those pretty hands on me.β
βI wouldnβt fuck you if you were the last person on Earth, Gojo Satoru.β
His loud bout of laughter follows you to the final hotel room - 143, coincidentally. It was decadent, almost-spotless - had it not been for the towering curse hunched over in the middle. You could tell that Gojo had been here, because its pink, scale-like skin was already bruised.
You slam the door shut behind you, better to keep the property damage to a minimum. Hastily getting into action - it wasnβt anything new, after years of exorcizing curses youβd grown used to predicting their pattern of attack. But it was only after a pressurized, finalizing punch of yours lands right on the curseβs thumping neck that you find yourself growing weary. Cautious of the tiny, red flower thatβd sprouted out of thin air on its skin. Immediately, you think back to Hanami, because it was blossoming - unnaturally fast - petals unraveling to explode in sparkly pollen-
Shit. Your head whirled, eyes watery at the heady scent, βWh-what the fuck-β
It takes only that split-second of distraction before more blooms pop! pop! pop! all down the curseβs figure. It just heaves with fatigue when they all burst out the same powdery substance from before.
βFuck- what is this-β your thighs clench together, teeth clenched so hard it hurt. You stagger back towards your opponent, and it seems this last-ditch Hail Mary caused more damage than good. Because the curse was lethargic, barely even flinching when youβre back to pummelling it with your cursed technique. Again. And again and again-Β β-if only youβd taken to making perfumes- instead-β
It falls to the ground with a last ringing screech, the flowers withering away instantly.Β
But the damage was done.
And youβd never felt so drained - even after your most difficult of missions. Never sinking down onto your knees this way, skin heated, mouth salivating. The air in the room was just thick with something so delicious - syrupy, with hints of pine and cherry - traitorously, you find yourself inhaling deep, addictive lungfuls of the scent.Β
βSmells so-β your brows furrow, digging a hand into the plush bed beside you to clamor back onto your feet. βSmells like-β
Gojo.Β
Your entire body jolts with something so dark - visceral, gasping when you feel your underwear just drench. Mind such a melty mess filled with only Gojo Gojo Gojo - and before you know it, youβre stumbling towards the door-
Bang!Β
The aroma only grows heavier near the door, blood thunders in your ear at the deafening crash from outside. Shit, had you locked the door-Β
Bang! Bang! BANG-
Fuck, neither of you were making it out alive.Β
Itβs the first clear thought headlining through your mind for the first time in what feels like ages - only several, syrupy-slow seconds later does it follow up with the realization that youβre now standing face-to-face with Gojo.Β
Gojo pain-in-your-ass Satoru.
Who looked absolutely crazed right now - teetering unsteadily on his feet, his head was bowed, fingers trembling. The mahogany hotel door in mere splinters under his hands.
βF-forgot you could teleport?β It comes out a yelp - pained, almost - and the very first note of your strained voice is enough to have his entire, powerful body wracking with a gasp. Goosebumps pricking along his milky skin, he finally - finally raises his eyes.
Shit, heβs finally lost it.
Because Gojoβs gaze was burning, lids hooded, dark pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black. He didnβt look at you with that usual teasing glint, no, he looked like he was going to rip you apart. Twitchy, drinking in a shaky, drawn-out gasp of the scented air. You almost had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade masked as your coworker.Β
But itβs real - itβs so, so real and you canβt deny it when heβs baring you with such a vicious grin. Plump lips pulled back to show off those glinting canines, βYou.β
βSatoru.β
His lips are on yours - pressing and pressing so hard you were sure it bruised. But fuck- youβre kissing back - because how could you not? The candied seam of his mouth was addictive, breathing you in like his last breath of fresh air.Β Β
βKiss me-β he spits into your slack mouth, as if he wasnβt already. Two hands surging forwards to cup your cheeks even deeper, βKiss me kiss me kiss- fuck-β That last little swear almost comes out as a whimper, and you can only keen when Gojo wraps his pretty lips around your tongue, sucking lewdly. βYβsmell so sweet- taste so sweet-β
βSa-t-toru-β youβre managing out. It just then hits you how weak your knees have gotten, sinking down to straddle his muscular, jutted-out thigh. It makes him throw his head back when youβre just dragging your hips in a long, languid stripe. βLook what youβve- what youβve gotten us into.β
Pulling away to lick lazily up, up, up your neck, his teeth bite just at your thundering pulse. βMe?β he hisses out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. βYou think Iβm the one fuckinβ responsible for this?β It almost hurt - but it hurt so good. βIβm responsible for this-β And his startling eyes sink down to the darkening wet patch on the middle of his leg, your flimsy panties sticking to his uniform. β-am, I?β
βYes.β your defiant fingers are trailing down the hem of his shirt, ripping apart those buttons in hasty, urgent tugs until it was off completely. βIf only you hadnβt half-assed it with this special grade then-β
Gojo huffs out in humorless laughter into your lips - the same one heβd give a persistent little curse, and it makes your hairs stand on end. Wondering how high the kill count would really be. In the hundreds? Thousands? βI thought you were supposed to be the babysitter, huh?β
Millions.Β
βAnd arenβt you the strongest?β A trembly hand of yours ventures its way down his flexing body - down, past those plush pecs, past his flinching abs, dipping teasingly just above where you could feel the hiking tent in his tight pants. βHow did you end up this hah- bad?β
Youβre holding back a groan at the long, solid inches straining to break free of his thick fabric, you could feel the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing length under your palm. Fuck, water was wet - Gojo Satoru, unfortunately, had a big di-
βYou.β
Itβs low, ragged - so quiet that for a second you think you almost imagine it.Β
βYou.β
His lips are sagging open once more, greedy gaze widening - and you knew it was glowing now. Tiny flickers of blue lightning flickering at the ends of his eyes with every mindless gyration of your palm down his bulging, clothed shaft.
βItβs all because of you.βΒ
Yeah, you would be lucky number one on his kill count when he breaks - or maybe he would be on yours
Your back is hitting the mattress, and the buttons of your poor uniform are hitting the velvety floor - absolutely nothing against the strongest, who was now tearing through your clothes the same way he was ripping apart those curses from before.
Shit- did he teleport you two?
βDonβt know-β Gojo pants out feverishly, and at that moment you werenβt sure if youβd simply babbled your thinking out loud or whether he could read your mind. βDonβt- donβt know- fuuck.β Low, feral groans crack at the back of his throat with each inch of your exposed skin, and before you know it, heβs surging forwards into the naked valley of your breasts. Breathing you in so filthily, βJust know that I need you- fuck mβgonna fuckinβ kill someone if I donβt-βΒ
Each spat out little word is punctuated with an intoxicated push and pull of Gojoβs hips. Angrily rutting in-between your thighs until it was just a clingy, syrupy mess of slick and precum between you two.Β
βOh-β your lips drop into a soft gasp, reaching out your fingers to smear a sinful sheen down them. It glosses all the way to your wrist with each newly beaded wave of his precum.Β
It feels so dirty the way youβre pushing the very tips of your fingers into your mouth. Gojo can only look - can barely even breathe when you slur, βYou taste so good, too, Toru.β
Oh, that was it.
Gojo Satoru had finally thought he was getting control of his sanity - he finally thought the effects of that cursed technique were wearing off. But now - at that little nickname - he feels something snap. The lamp on your right bedside table shatters.
And usually, Gojoβs taunting was tinted with a little laugh, an inkling of fondness in them - but right now they sounded pained. Wrenching out of his broad chest, βFuck you. Need you- do you know what youβve done.β
Your useless skirt - along with your soaked, see-through panties - are ripped off of your squirming body. And for once in his life, heβs speechless - eyes almost bulging out of his skull, nails digging into the plush of your thighs.Β
Your clothes end up in a pile of sad tatters on the floor, and you felt a strange inkling that maybe youβd end up much the same.Β
Smack!
Two, large fingers slap down harshly right on your drooling cunt, slobbering down a glistening coat of your pretty juices down his wrist. βPay attention.β Heβs pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neglected nipples, your stomach, down, down, down in a flurry until the very tip of Gojoβs nose was nudging at your pulsing clit. βBecause if mβlosing control I need you to stop me.β
The dim hotel lights flicker when Gojo meets your cunt in a sultry, self-indulgent kiss. And through it all, one thing burns into your dizzy mind - his eyes. Maddened, gleaming with slight blue cursed energy in-between your legs.Β
βOh.β youβre gasping at the sheer burning stretch of your thighs being pushed to their limits. Gojo didnβt need that much space - he just loved the way you whined. βYouβre s-so much better when you shut- hah!β
His tongue shuts you up by flicking harshly over your puffed-up clit, letting your syrupy juices slide their slow way down his eager tongue. βThere we go- good girl, good fuckinβ girl. Hah- all it took was some shitty curse to get you hah- honest like this fβme, huh?βΒ
βDonβt act like- ngh!β youβre barely able to drawl the words out, which makes him grin a dangerously content grin. Sharp teeth clenching teasingly around your angry clit, throbbing and slicked glisteningly with his spit, βDonβt act like Iβm the only one- this way- hah-β
It was true - every hollowed-out suck on your needy clit had him grinding onto the mussed-up mattress. Those silken sheets hiking up with every drag of Gojoβs weepy erection down onto the bed - imagining you underneath him. It wasnβt enough - it never will be.Β
That realization was enough for him to break out into a drunken grin, hot tongue smearing open your folds over and over- βYeah? What about it? Does it scare you that I want to fuckinβ break you, sweetheart?β
He was crazed.Β
Dangerous. Depraved.Β
βN-no-β you give such a harsh pull on his soft strands, heβs leering up at you with a dragged-out groan. Looking for the life of him so used - you just knew thereβd be thousands that would kill to see the strongest so fucked-out, ear blearily blinking open, flushed your favorite shade of pink up to his cheekbones, mouth chasing those thin spit strands to your glossy pussy. βJusβ think sβunfair how Iβm the ah- only one havinβ fun right now.β
Youβre shutting up his pussydrunk protests about how he is having fun and to βplease, please, please donβt stopβ by crashing your soft lips against Gojoβs. Wrenching him upwards, he lets himself be so used.Β
βNeed you-β youβre gasping, biting into his pouty lower lip. Nosing slowly up his bobbing Adamβs apple, you gasp in that heady combination of pine and candied cherry. βWanna see if you hngh- taste as good as you smell right now.β
βNo fuck- fuck you.β he hisses, wrangling you to straddle his angrily fidgeting hips.Β
Running a hand down to fumble with his metallic belt - already loosened. But you donβt have the patience - or the sanity - for that right now, because youβre tugging, shredding. The tell-tale buzz of jujutsu fizzing at your fingertips when you tug down the entirety of Gojoβs pants. Kneading the soft peaks of your palm over that sensitive divot on his head, βWhoβs fucking who?βΒ
βMe.β And thereβs another smack! to the heated place of your cunt, Gojoβs own fingertips having you see stars with his power.Β
He takes the distraction to just drag you upwards like some ragdoll, easily maneuvering you around. βTurn- turn around fβme- thaaatβs right, fuck-β Youβre jostled until your shaky thighs straddle either side of his head, puffed-out pants condensing hotly against your cunt. Your own coming face-to-face with the fat head peeking out from the hem of Gojoβs boxers. Head swimming with how angrily pink he looked, already winking with a drenched sheen of precum up at you. βArch that cute back a lilβ more- lemme see.β
Youβre whirling your head over your shoulders to catch the fucked-out grin on his lips, dragging his tongue out to lap up every bead of your sweet sweet juices, he tilts his pliant head back against the pillows to let it slide down his bobbing throat. βY-youβre really that pussydr- hngh!βΒ
Another branding smack! leaves you gushing even more down his tongue. βYeah, sβwhat I fuckinβ thought.β he spits out a thick wad of spit into your messy cunt. Gliding his wet fingers over the dripping mess that puddles onto the his chest below. β-canβt even run your mouth- so desperate fβme. Taste so good-β Using his inhuman strength to haul you down onto his pretty face.
Before he knows it, heβs slotting the thin tip of his tongue past your quivering hole. Taking him so greedily, the elastic ring of muscle stretches all around his form, clamping down as if to milk something delicious.Β
And Gojo knows - he thinks with whateverβs left of his rationality that maybe he should slow down, take a second to fuckinβ breathe. But, no, heβs making out with your ravaged pussy like heβs angry he hasnβt done this before - way back when he first met you.
A slender fingers pushes past your swollen folds to curl deftly into your gummy cunt, molding up into that easy divots at your walls. Heβs feeling around so depravedly for your g-spot, aching to make you feel just a drop of the sheer need he does.Β
βFuck!β Your velvety walls come crashing down around his fingers, knuckle-deep inside your ravenously swallowing cunt. Only getting faster - dipping perfectly to press up against your spongy sweet spots. Shit, he really was good at everything, huh? βYouβre soβ¦β
βWhat was that?β Gojoβs tittering, βCanβt hear you over your cute cunt, sweetheart.β
You donβt answer - you donβt need to, because all the breath in his lungs exhale out in a low cascade. Hiccuping around your candied clit when you take Gojoβs thick, weepy tip just past your lips. Wrapping just around the sensitive slit, it makes him gasp, it makes him keen, it makes him spit out some sloppy swears into your cunt.
βWhat was that? Canβt hear you over my cunt, Toruββ you bat your lashes, humming around his velvety head. Fuck- if you were in any better state of mind youβd have taken longer admiring him.
Because he was so massive, so pretty with prominent veins thumping at the roof of your mouth. Girthy, rotund end a throbbing red, gradiating into a creamy pink that meshed in delicately with those neat tufts of white at Gojoβs toned pelvis. So delicious. Big enough that you were already wondering just how you were going to walk out of this bedroom - if either of you are in a walking state - or even alive - that is.Β
βFuck- fuck you little-β his mouth refuses to part with your puffy pussy lips, even if it was to talk back to you. βDonβt you dare fuckinβ think this is-β
The new angle has his sharp jaw grinding up into you, jostling your body up and down all over his face. Heβs whining - heaving - at this point with every sultry swirl of your soft tongue around his twitchy head. Coating down every inch of your silky soft mouth with a hot sheen of precum, he tastes so good on your tastebuds - slightly salty, with a tinge of something so sweetly Gojo.Β
Powers acting before him, he doesnβt even realize it before he cheats - just a little. Eyes burning with power when Gojo uses his six eyes to plunge scarily accurately into the plushy bullseye of your g-spot. Greedy fingers hitting it again and again and-
βSatoru!β your scolding tone has his globular tip twitch ferally into the back of your throat. βThatβs not- I can feel your jujutsu, yβknow. S-so-βΒ
βWhat? Good? Heavenly?β Gojo rattles off. Youβre fucking your drooling pussy back into him - you canβt stop the mindless, shallow little grinds in an attempt to meet his mean pace. βNever said anythinβ about a jujutsu ban, pretty- youβre sounding like a sore loser to me.β As if on cue, your cunt is gushing out in more silken sweet juices all down the lower half of his face, squelching so obscenely. His droopy eyes admire your glistening cunt, riding his face to his insanity. βWell- not this cunt, of course, in fact- I think sheβs gonna cum.β
He didnβt have to tell you - you already knew, with the trembling in your thighs, and the white-hot pleasure stemming from his incessant making out. Without answering, you only swallow up a few more solid, rock-hard inches of his painfully hard cock, lips stretched obscenely.Β
βY-yeah- fuck, now I definitely know youβre close, pretty girl-β heβs lolling out his tongue to let you drag your pussy across harshly. βDonβt be stubborn- cum fβme,β Rough patches of his tastebuds massaging you just right, fingers still pumping recklessly. βCum fβme- please. Wanβ it on my tongue- want you- want you to use me- please.β
It doesnβt take long before youβre finally cumming, fucking your high over and over Gojo Satoruβs pretty face. Heβs wrapping a free hand around the small of your back, just crashing you back into his drunk mouth over and over andβ
βF-fuck, Toruββ you whine, toes curling with each crashing wave of pleasure. It was so violent - so dragged-out, like no orgasm youβve had before. And you didnβt know whether it was because of the technique or the lazy drag of Gojoβs mouth all over every beading inch of your pussy. Your fist tightens around the thick, heated base of his cock, βNeed- need you to-β
βNo. Fuck-β
In the fleeting millisecond it takes you to blink, your front is being pushed back onto the now-damp sheets again, a grinning Gojo hovering over you. He looked so ruined - smile gleaming with your trickling, dripping precum, eyes crazed. Suddenly, you almost understand why every breathing thing fears him - almost. His eyes were blazing, flushed angrily. βIβm burning- think mβgonna die if I donβt fuck this cunt right now. Fuck-β
βHavinβ to use your powers for everything?β youβre quirking a brow over your shoulder. βDonβt tell me the only reason you brag about being so hah- good in bed is because of that?β
Heβs narrowing his glowing eyes, tiny sparks of lightning flying furiously, βOhhh sβthat a challenge, sweetheart?β Gojoβs sharp canines tug on your bottom lip, and you moan into the messy clash of a kiss - all spit and teeth and the taste of you two. βTell me.β
βSo what if it is?β youβre managing to push back against his slender waist. βWithout those stupid powers, mβthe betterβ¦β
Whatever insult was on the tip of our tongue dies down at the glint of the foil in his hand - the condom from before. That tiny square looking so pitiful held between two fingers, βThe receptionist gave me an XL, funny, right?β Gojo murmurs, so dark. βSuch a shame it wonβt fit.β
One daring glance downwards proves him right - because Gojo was sitting so heftily sandwiched between your swollen folds. Painfully beading needy pearls of translucent precum all over your front - fuck, your cockdrunk self from before didnβt recall him being so large. Big enough that you were sure any rubber would be on the verge of shattering into little pieces.
So then go in raw- you think. But before the words can tumble out of your mind, heβs giving a slow, slippery slide on your cunt, βSβalright- with these ah- βstupid powersβ mβstill gonna get a taste of this pretty cunt.β
And then you canβt breathe - fuck, you canβt even think straight.
You feel like youβre being split-apart, because Gojoβs just barely pushing in the fat, round girth of his head. Managing to pop in his long shaft past that sensitive slit, before his body starts moving in hurried, impatient little grinds. Frantically trying to squeeze himself in deeper- βFuck- fuck fuck fuck, even with limitless you feel so good, sweetheart.β
Limitless - fuck, thatβs what it was. You could feel the slight pinch of the pressure around your body, the way he was reaching in so deep inside your velvety cunt despite not even being halfway inside yet.Β
βSatoru-βΒ
βNo-β his flickering eyes bore deep into yours. βNot that- call out fβme properly now, I know that smart mouth of yours can do it.β
Your words are barely a whisper, βToruββ
The remaining lamp at your left goes out - cracking into tiny shards. And thatβs all it takes for him to push and push in, distantly, Gojo knows he should slow down, maybe give you a second to relax - to think. But he could feel his sanity dancing away with every fucking inch fed into your sopping wet pussy, your elastic walls contorting to massage every ridge and vein of his so heavenly. Fuck- heβd fight a thousand more of those special grades just for another taste of this feeling.Β
βOh-β Gojoβs jaw hangs slack when he finally bullies past that feeble resistance of yours. The very top curve of his head nudging deeply in a glissading glide down your spongy cervix, heavy balls kissing against your ass.Β
He lets himself be pulled, used like some filthy toy when your hot tongue cranes to lap up the trail of drool down the corner of his drunken mouth.Β
βWanna feel you-β youβre gasping through each thorough, steady ram into your snug channel. βWanna feel all of you.β
Another memorable slap! resounds through the heady air, sending sparks exploding behind your lids. βHeh- sβthis your way of hah- having me stop using my powers?β he chuckles. βIβm onto your dirty, dirty tricks, yβknow.β
Truly, he wasnβt. Gojo didnβt think he had enough of his brain unfried to even contemplate that right about now. But it was just so much fun to watch you mewl in protest, your cunt dripping even further down his twitchy balls with each taunt.Β
βPlease- fuck mβburning up-β you spit. βScared sβgonna have you c-cumming early?β
As a punishment - or maybe a little reminder about who really was the strongest, Gojo infuses his next sharp smack on your clit with an ounce of his jujutsu. The curve of his thumb gliding over in tiny circles to soothe over the buzz, βTalk to me when you can say βcummingβ without hngh- stutterinβ-β
βTalk to me when you-β Growling into the crook of your neck, itβs all he can do right now to bow his hulking body even deeper into yours, kneeing apart your stutteringly closing thighs. Thereβs a sloppy, milky ring forming where your folds kept smacking repeatedly against the sharp lines of his pelvis, β-can fuck me without your limitless going haywire.β
Fuck- fuck, how he wanted to prove you wrong. To have you crying out for mercy.
But Gojoβs throat drags out in what almost sounds like a cry when his limitless flickers on and off - just for a second. The mere touch of your slippery soft walls around his hot cock making him just slam down an arm on the headrest. It breaks - shattering into tiny wooden pieces, though, neither of you notice right now.Β
Heβs maneuvering the two of you so easily to push you onto your back. Stuffing your gaping entrance back full again, this time throwing your limp legs onto his broad shoulders to pummel you in such a mean mating press. Just the sight of your fucked-out, pretty face has his ragged breath hitching, βS-sweetheartβ¦βΒ
Whatever answer you give is tangled up in Gojoβs drunken tongue, lapping at your words. His cock feels so heavy, so hot shoving between your legs. And the stretch - fuck, the stretch was something youβd always remember. Stretching out that tight hole into the very girth of his shaft - all the way down from his leaky, flinching head to the thick circumference of his hilt. βI donβt think I can- fuck, can I feel- please, mβdying to know what this cunt feels like-β
Your nails rake down the pale display of his back, those red, red jagged lines making him rut even deeper into you. βDo it then-β
βYes, maβam.β
Oh.
Fuck.Β
Itβs like something shatters - maybe limitless, maybe his restraint. Because Gojoβs eyes just fall shut in pure ecstasy, aching cock growing even larger inside you - as if that was even possible. Expanding tautly at your walls, heβs forming you so sinfully around his shape.Β
βOh-ohβ fuck you feel- how the fuck do you feel so good?β His free hand dips down to roll a depraved thumb over the nub of your neglected clit, catching on your bulgingly-stretched folds. βHoly shit- think mβgonna pass out- think mβgonna die.β
βHah-β your back arches up sluttily into his around the fifth consecutive time his rough cockhead was grazing so perfectly against your g-spot, fingers buzzing with electricity at your clit. βYouβre s-so weak-β
But it didnβt matter, did it? Because all you could do was hiss out a few wet gurgles into Gojoβs mouth, blinking in the sinful sight of him with his eyes so hooded, cheeks burning with a scorching blush, mouth dangling so addictively open while he sucked your tongue. Like he didnβt even realize what he was doing - how each pressurized thrust into your gummy pussy had the lights overhead flickering, sparks of blue lightning bolting from the corners of his mouth at the same sloppy staccato as his hips. How it made you cum.Β
βSh-shit, Toru-β youβre gasping at the feeling of your toe-curling high, shots of pure pleasure running through your body. Convulsing up over and over into his weighty body, βFeels so good- mβcumming mβcumming ah-βΒ
Crack!Β
And then itβs dark.
Hell, Gojo barely even realized when he does, too, shooting out creamy white ribbon after ribbon of seed with a soft, shuddering gasp of your name. And itβs the only thing on his usually-sharp tongue - voice cracking pathetically, when he whines it like a little mantra over and over and-
βOh-β his five, long fingers splay out across your lower stomach - right where he could feel his own cock twitching wildly at the very bottom of your gooey pussy. Pressing down, hard. βOh shit- just look at how youβre painted white from the inside-β
The lights were gone out - in all the wards of Tokyo, actually - and yet in the light of the slight flickers of electricity surrounding you two, you could spy the slow, syrupy glob of his cum down your thighs. Coating his hilt in a milky gloss, it sticks to the two of you like a sloppy second skin. βAnd you expect me to- hah- not go insane.β
You manage out a wet chuckle, too tired to notice how the bed was missing a headboard now. How all the furniture in the hotel room was trashed - as if itβd been slammed down from several feet above. βHah- b-blame it on the sex pollen.β
The technique has him cumming more than usual, every new wave sloshing at your insides is followed by another - and another until Gojoβs cock felt so raw. Twitching sensitively in a way that brought big fat tears pricking at his eyes, and yet, he still fucks you so harshly into the mattress. Sucking out every remaining dredge of seed in those fat, cum-filled balls thwacking! at your skin. Sloppy. Depraved. Oh, he looked so ruined - like a man that crawled back from death, only to drag you down with him.Β
βOh, sweetheart.β Gojo drags his swollen lips down your earlobe. Voice shot, βI donβt think the sex pollen is done yet.β
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βTrashed all across the floor, trashed furniture - especially in room 143 - Hokkaido still doesnβt even have power.β Yagaβs bellowing voice has you sinking ashamedly further and further into his office seat.Β
Gojo, however, only beams, throwing an arm around the edge of your chair, βDamn- we should really try to send out the power in all of Asia next time, huh, my pretty girl?β
βOut!β
Across the hallway, three first-years eagerly (well, two of them and a reluctant Megumi) peer into the tense meeting. Wondering what exactly happened in your last mission that caused a record-level amount of property damage and the power to still flicker on and off throughout the day.
Yuji is the first one to speak up, βWell, no oneβs dead but- why does the air seem so-β he gestures towards the almost non-existent space between you and Gojo - not anything out of the usual, sure, but the one thing different was the lack of threats. β-weird.β he finishes.Β
βTell me about it. That Gojo almost seemsβ¦β Nobara shudders in disgust. β...happy.β
And of course, at that very moment, the man of the hour himself turns to look straight at the first-years doing a poor job of hiding themselves behind the door. Sighing overly-loudly, βIf you say so, Yaga~β Intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you up with him, βWe had a date anyway.β
βA date?β
βA date?!β
βI win.β All eyes - including yours and Gojoβs turn towards the usually-quiet Megumi, his lips turned into the beginnings of a smile. Almost. βYou both owe me ten thousand yen.β
κ¨οΈ pairing. au ceo! satoru gojo x single mom secretary fem! reader
κ¨ summary. satoru gojo, the arrogant and irresistible heir to a billion-dollar corporation and the son of your boss, the ceo... but when satoruβs father dies unexpectedly, his inheritance hinges on a stipulation: he must marry and have a child, but the child doesn't necessarily have to be his, right? together, you strike a deal: a fake marriage that promises financial stability for you and corporate control for him. as the lines between business and emotion blur, you must decide if your partnership is purely contractual or if it could evolve into something real.
κ¨οΈstatus. ongoing
κ¨οΈ warnings/tags. 18+ MDNI, nsfw, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fake marriage, slow burn, smut, fluff, bit of angst, reader is single mom who recently broke off her engagement, satoru being a cute step dad, naoya is your crappy ex, some triggers of domestic abuse (it is emotional but it can be a bit suggestive/interpreted as physical, note this is from naoya not satoru)
κ¨οΈ words: currently 125k
κ¨οΈ a/n. hello ya'll, my name is aly and if you read my fic thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! this story really hit the ground running, originally it was a request from a lovely anon β‘ and apparently i cannot write short fics for the life of me because it turned into something big lol, halp.. i'm unsure how many chapters it will have because i am just seeing where the inspiration takes me :') i will update tags/warnings as the story progresses. thanks for reading <3 (also this will have a happy ending)
κ¨οΈ taglist: closed (ao3)
κ¨ series tags #mhm #motherhood and matrimony
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κ¨οΈ chapters
ch 1 // circumstances and commitments
ch 2 // under the spotlight
ch 3 // fractured realities
ch 4 // shadows of doubt
ch 5 // a leap of faith
ch 6 // drenched in truth
ch 7 // the road ahead
ch 8 // inhale, exhale
ch 9 // pending..
ch 10 // pending..
κ¨οΈ extra chapters
autumn special // harvesting happiness (read after ch 6)
christmas special // wrapped in love (read after ch 7)
If you told me ten years ago that I would be celebrating the birthday of a fictional character, I would have believed you 1000% this is what I was destined to end up like. Thank you and happy birthday to Geto Suguru.
γ»β₯γ» In which the reader gets assigned with the most obnoxious first years for a mission, tensions rise. And of courseβ¦ theres only one bed.
γ»β₯γ» warnings! SMUT 18+ p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, pet names, threesome, oral f and m, mild facefucking, fingering.
γ»β₯γ»A/N - Holy shit thank you guys so so much for 6k likes on one of my fics, im so amazed. So in thanks I decided to extend the idea. I am so greatful to all 750 of my beautiful followers. PLEASE LIKE, COMMET, AND REBLOG THIS FIC
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Youβd always prided yourself on being unshakable, but Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru tested that resolve at every turn.
They were a pair of opposites that somehow operated in perfect harmony, balancing one another so seamlessly that it felt almost unnatural. Gojo, all sharp edges and searing brightness, was impossible to miss. He carried himself like the world existed for his amusement, his white hair and perpetually cocky grin making him stand out no matter the setting. His teasing was relentless, and he had a knack for getting under your skin with just a few words.
Then there was Geto. Where Gojo was loud and brash, Geto was calm and collected. He moved through the world with a quiet confidence that was almost more dangerous than Gojoβs in-your-face arrogance. His rich voice always seemed to carry just enough amusement to leave you second-guessing yourself, as if every interaction was a game he was playing and you were the unwitting opponent.
As a second-year at Jujutsu High, you were well aware of your reputation as the strongest in your year. It wasnβt something you flaunted, but it was a title youβd earned, and you wore it with quiet pride. That pride, however, took a hit whenever you found yourself in the presence of the schoolβs infamous third-year duo.
Satoru made a point of reminding you of your place whenever he could.
βDonβt feel bad, Shortstack,β heβd say, slinging an arm around your shoulders like you were old friends. The sheer size of him made you bristle, his tall frame utterly dwarfing yours. βNot everyone can be meβ
Youβd shove his arm off, scowling. βThank God for that.β
Suguru, ever the smoother of tensions, would chuckle at the exchange, his deep voice somehow managing to be both warm and teasing. βSheβs got a point, Satoru. The world can only handle one of you.β
Then heβd meet your gaze, his dark eyes crinkling with a smile that could almost be called kind if it werenβt for the faint glint of mischief in them. βBut you have to admit, youβre lucky to have us around. Weβre setting the bar for you, after all.β
They were infuriating. And yet, there was no denying the strange pull they had, not just on you, but on everyone around them. Satoruβs raw power and Suguruβs measured confidence made them a force to be reckoned with, and standing next to them often felt like being caught in the eye of a storm.
But you werenβt one to be overshadowed. Youβd earned your place at Jujutsu High, and you werenβt about to let their larger-than-life presence make you doubt your own strength.
Still, as much as you hated to admit it, their friendship fascinated you. The way they moved in sync, their banter so effortless it was like they shared the same brainβit was a connection you couldnβt quite wrap your head around. And when they turned that attention on you, teasing and pushing and prodding, it was hard not to feel like a mouse caught between two very large cats.
Every interaction with them was a battle, and while you hated to lose, there was something about the way they pushed you, challenged you, that made you want to keep fighting.
You just wished they werenβt so damn tall. Towering over you like some kind of gods
You leaned against the doorframe of the small conference room, arms crossed as you surveyed the chaos inside. Gojo Satoru was sprawled out across a chair, his legs stretched impossibly far and his blindfold pushed up just enough for his piercing blue eyes to peek through. He was tossing a pen into the air and catching it lazily, his grin wide enough to reveal just how much he was enjoying Yagaβs barely-contained irritation.
Suguru Geto, on the other hand, sat beside him, deceptively poised as he tapped his fingers against the table. The small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed his role in their synchronized mischief.
Yaga sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. βCould you two pretend to act like professionals for five minutes?β
βI am being professional,β Gojo said, spinning his pen between his fingers with maddening ease. βYou havenβt even told us the mission yet. Iβm conserving energy.β
Suguru chuckled, tilting his head in mock consideration. βYou canβt fault him for being efficient, Yaga-sensei.β
You bit back a snort, earning Suguruβs attention. He raised a brow, his gaze flicking to you with an amused gleam. βAnd here I thought youβd be the voice of reason.β
βDonβt lump me in with you two,β you shot back, stepping fully into the room. βI actually respect Yaga-sensei enough to listen.β
Gojoβs grin widened as he leaned back in his chair, balancing it precariously on two legs. βRespect, huh? Sounds like someoneβs trying to score extra credit.β
βOr maybe,β Suguru mused, βshe just wants us to think sheβs better behaved than she really is.β
You rolled your eyes, but the slight warmth in your cheeks didnβt go unnoticed.
βEnough,β Yaga said, cutting through their teasing with a sharp tone. He motioned for you to sit, and you took the chair furthest from Gojo, only for Suguru to shift closer with a casual ease that made your pulse quicken.
βThe three of you will be heading to Tokyo for this mission,β Yaga began, his voice all business now. βThere have been reports of curse activity in multiple locations across the city. Itβs unusual in both volume and concentration, which is why Iβm sending the three of you together.β
βTokyo, huh?β Gojo perked up, letting his chair fall back onto all four legs. βSounds fun. Maybe weβll grab some ramen while weβre there. You like ramen, donβt you, Shortstack?β
βDonβt call me that.β
Suguru chuckled, resting his chin on his hand as he glanced at you. βSheβs right, Satoru. We should be more respectful. After all, she is the strongest second year.β
The words were polite, but his tone was teasing, and the way his dark eyes lingered on you made you squirm.
βI can see why you two are best friends,β you muttered, crossing your arms.
βBest friends?β Gojo repeated with mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest. βWeβre more like soulmates.β
βTwin flames,β Suguru added dryly, earning a laugh from Gojo.
Yaga ignored their antics, handing out the mission details before delivering the news that made your stomach drop.
βYouβll be staying in Tokyo for at least three days,β he said, flipping through the file. βWeβve arranged accommodations for you at a nearby inn.β
The silence that followed was unnerving, especially coming from Gojo and Suguru. You narrowed your eyes, suspicious as the two exchanged a glance.
βSomething wrong?β you asked.
Gojoβs grin returned, wider and sharper than before. βOh, nothingβs wrong. Itβs justββ
βWeβre sharing a room,β Suguru finished, his voice calm but no less smug.
Your jaw dropped. βWhat?β
βItβs standard for missions,β Yaga said, clearly unaware of the tension now thrumming through the room. βAnd with Tokyoβs prices, itβs the most practical option.β
βPractical,β you echoed weakly, your mind racing at the thought of spending three daysβnights includedβwith the most infuriating duo at Jujutsu High.
βItβll be fun,β Gojo said, leaning back again with that irritatingly easygoing grin. βLike a sleepover. You can braid our hair, Shortstack.β
Suguru chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. βOr we can braid yours.β
βEnough,β Yaga snapped, cutting off whatever retort you were about to make. βFocus on the mission. You leave first thing tomorrow.β
The meeting ended quickly after that, but the smirks on Gojo and Suguruβs faces lingered, following you out of the room like shadows.
βYou nervous?β Gojo teased as you walked toward the dorms, his voice lilting with fake concern.
βNervous youβll snore,β you shot back.
Suguru hummed thoughtfully. βI donβt know, Satoru. She seems more worried about us getting too close.β
You glared at him, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks. βIβm worried about my sanity.β
The two of them laughed, their voices blending in a way that made your chest tighten. This mission was going to be hell.
And yet, despite yourself, you couldnβt deny the faint flicker of excitement beneath your frustration.
The Tokyo streets were bustling with their usual chaotic energy, but as you and the boys walked through the dimly lit alley leading to the inn, a strange, almost suffocating quiet seemed to settle around the three of you. The mission had gone smoothly enough for the dayβsurveillance was tedious, but necessary, and you were all more than capable of handling it. Still, the weight of the day lingered, and the air was thick with something else now.
You were too aware of the proximity between you and the boys, even as you tried to focus on the mundane task of finding the inn. Gojo had, unsurprisingly, been goading you with teasing remarks about your βseriousnessβ during the mission. Suguru, ever the cool and composed one, had offered little more than a few knowing glances, his dark eyes always glinting with something that sent your pulse racing.
By the time you reached the inn, you were more than ready to retreat into the safety of your roomβexcept for one small problem.
The front desk clerk had handed Suguru the key, and as he walked over to the room, you followed him with a feeling of dread creeping up your spine. Youβd known something was off when youβd seen Gojoβs smug little grin, and now you couldnβt help but feel that you were walking right into some kind of trap.
Suguru unlocked the door with a casual flick of his wrist, pushing the door open to reveal the inside. You froze in the doorway, blinking at what you saw.
There, in the center of the room, was a single large bedβbig enough for two, but a bed nonetheless.
You stared at it in disbelief. βThereβs only one bed?β
Gojo, who had been hovering at your shoulder, grinned ear to ear. βOne bed, huh? I guess weβll just have to make do.β
Suguruβs lips twitched upward, his eyes never leaving your face as he leaned casually against the doorframe. βDonβt worry, princess, weβre more than capable of sharing.β
You narrowed your eyes. βIβm not sleeping with you two.β
βWell, youβll have to take the couch then,β Gojo said, his voice nonchalant as he shrugged out of his jacket. He was already taking the liberty of unbuckling his belt, clearly unbothered by the situation. βI mean, it's only fair. Youβre the third wheel here, after all.β
You shot him a look, but your irritation only seemed to amuse him more. Suguru, ever the calculated one, just took a few steps into the room, his voice a low murmur.
βIs that what you really want, though?β
You hesitated, the weight of his gaze settling heavy on your skin. For a split second, you considered the thoughtβtaking the couch, being left to your own space. But then you remembered the absurdity of the situation.
βFine, you two share the bed,β you said, trying to maintain an air of calm that you definitely didnβt feel. βIβll just make do.β
Gojoβs grin grew wider, and Suguru, still leaning against the doorframe, eyed you thoughtfully. His voice, now laced with something darker and more teasing, was just the right mix of sweet and dangerous.
βYou sure you donβt want to be closer to us?β Suguru asked, his smile slow, deliberate. βYou can always join us.β
You rolled your eyes, trying your hardest to ignore the blush creeping up your neck. βNo thanks. Iβm good.β
Gojo, of course, wasnβt about to let you get away that easily. βCβmon, donβt be shy. We wonβt bite. Well, I wonβt bite,β he added, giving Suguru a quick side-eye. βSuguru might.β
Suguru let out a soft chuckle, eyes twinkling in amusement as he slowly pulled the cover back on the bed, clearly making himself at home. You shot him a look of pure disbelief.
βAre you two seriously acting like this right now?β
Suguru ignored you, unbothered as ever, and Gojo wasnβt even trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying this. He flopped back on the bed, bouncing slightly before throwing one arm behind his head. βYou know, if you wanted to snuggle up, all you had to do was ask.β
You refused to dignify that with a response. Instead, you turned on your heel and walked over to the couch, crossing your arms in the most nonchalant way you could manageβthough, in truth, your heartbeat was racing in your chest.
Gojoβs voice carried over to you as you settled yourself uncomfortably on the couch. βYou sure youβre okay out there, Shortstack? The couch isnβt the most comfortable place for someone like you.β
You smirked, resisting the urge to glance back at him. βIβll be fine. Just make sure you donβt fall off the bed, βcause youβre the one who wanted to share.β
Suguruβs low chuckle rumbled from the bed. βAnd here I thought you were the one with no sense of humor. Youβre not as stiff as you look, huh?β
You couldnβt help but roll your eyes. βThis is the worst.β
Gojoβs grin, the same one that never quite seemed to fade, only grew. βOh, donβt worry, itβll be fun. Weβll all make it work. I mean, weβre gonna be stuck together for the next few days, might as well enjoy it, right?β
You shifted on the couch, still trying your best to ignore the way their voices seemed to surround you. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken things you couldnβt name. It wasnβt just the mission anymore. It was the way their teasing comments lingered, the way they towered over you, the way their presence filled every corner of the room.
You bit your lip, trying to fight off the flush creeping across your cheeks. They might be frustrating, but damn if they werenβt also impossible to ignore.
And that was exactly what made this situation the worstβand also, maybe, the most exciting.
The evening had fallen quickly over the city, painting the sky with hues of dark blue and orange. The tension from earlier in the room hadnβt fully dissipated, but it had been replaced by the warm exhaustion of the mission being over. You had stretched out on the couch, closing your eyes for just a momentβjust long enough to take a breather, to let your mind wander.
But the moment you drifted into sleep, you were awoken by the unmistakable sound of Gojoβs voice.
"Princess, wake up," he said, a little too cheerfully. "Weβve got places to be."
You squinted against the blinding light that filled the room from the open window. There they were: both Gojo and Suguru standing in front of you, already dressed in their clothes, their presence too commanding for someone still recovering from a nap.
βWhat time is it?β you muttered, rubbing at your eyes. Your head felt a little too heavy, still clouded by the remnants of sleep.
βTime to stop napping and start living,β Gojo teased, walking over to you with an almost mischievous grin. βWeβre going to hit a bar in Tokyoβmissionβs done, and we still have time to kill before heading back. Come on, donβt leave us hanging.β
You groaned, still half-dazed. βA bar? I donβt even have any clothes toβ"
βThatβs the part weβve got covered,β Suguru interrupted smoothly, holding up a bag that had been carefully placed beside the bed. He set it down in front of you. βWe packed a little something for you.β
You stared at the bag, suspicion flooding your system as you hesitated. βYou packed clothes for me?β
Gojoβs grin was wide and almost taunting. βOf course! How could we let our lovely second-year go out looking like sheβs just woken up from a nap?β
Suguru, on the other hand, gave you that same quiet, knowing look, his lips curling ever so slightly. βBesides, Iβm sure youβll look great in whatever we chose.β
Your eyes narrowed, still unwilling to fully believe them. βYou didnβt pack anything ridiculous, did you?β
βOh, we did,β Gojo answered with a wink. βYouβll see.β
You looked from one boy to the other, your heart already racing for reasons you couldnβt quite place. But you were too tired to argue at this pointβand besides, the prospect of a bar in Tokyo seemed to offer the perfect escape from the stress of the mission and the strange dynamics of your current situation.
βIβll be quick,β you muttered, reluctantly standing up from the couch and walking over to the bag. You unzipped it slowly, not sure what to expect.
The idea of a night out with Gojo and Suguru was tempting, no doubt. But the prospect of navigating your... complicated relationship with the two boys while surrounded by Tokyoβs night-life made your stomach twist with nervous energy. You didnβt know why the idea of them watching youβteasing youβfelt so different tonight. But the playful looks they exchanged earlier only made your pulse race a little faster, and now, here you were, left with a bag of clothes they so thoughtfully packed for you.
You hadnβt really expected much when youβd opened it, but you were definitely surprised by the black dress. It was simple but undeniably flattering, clinging to all the right places. It was a little out of your usual comfort zone, but the moment you slid it on, you couldnβt deny the effect it had on you. It fit like a glove, accentuating your curves, and as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your breath hitched.
You hadnβt heard them at firstβGojo and Suguru were already dressed and ready, standing by the door, but the sound of their voices brought you back to the present.
"Princess, are you ready yet?" Gojoβs voice came from the other side of the door, playful, almost mocking. "We canβt leave without you. Youβve gotta hurry."
A faint blush crept up your neck at the sound of his teasing. You were still working on your makeup, your hand trembling slightly as you tried to concentrate on your eyeliner. You hadnβt realized how much their presence had affected you until now, and the attention you were already gettingβjust from their casual glances and playful commentsβwas enough to make your heart race.
You finished your makeup quickly, but as you adjusted your hair in the mirror, you couldnβt help but notice the way Gojo and Suguru both leaned against the door frame, watching you. They werenβt hiding itβboth of them were staring, their eyes gliding over you like they were savoring the moment.
And gods, they looked good.
Gojoβs dress shirt was a crisp white, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off the muscles in his forearms. His usual carefree grin tugged at the corner of his lips, his messy white hair falling perfectly around his face. He always looked like heβd just stepped out of a magazine, effortlessly perfect. But tonight, he looked even better somehow. His scentβclean, fresh, with just a hint of something that made your stomach flutterβdrifted over to you as he leaned closer.
Suguru was just as handsome, but his approach was different. His black shirt fit snugly over his chest, the fabric stretching over his broad shoulders, his dark eyes gleaming with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He didnβt have to speak to command attention; it was in the quiet way he held himself. And the way he smelledβearthy and warm, like a soft cologne mixed with the slight scent of tobaccoβwas enough to make you feel all sorts of things you werenβt sure how to name.
You swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure.
βAre you ready, Shortstack?β Gojoβs voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it. His eyes lingered a little longer than necessary, and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks once again.
You took a deep breath and turned to gather your things. But as you did, Gojoβs playful voice followed you. βHurry up, or I might just have to carry you out of here.β
Suguru raised an eyebrow. βWell, well. Look at you.β
Gojo smirked. βI told you, Suguru. She cleans up nice.β
You quickly tried to look away, but you could feel Suguruβs gaze settle on you. βYou look stunning,β he murmured, his tone more serious than Gojoβs, but no less intense. βDefinitely glad we packed that for you.β
You shot him a glare over your shoulder, but it was hard to stay mad when the air between the three of you was thick with something unspoken. Something that felt like it was just waiting to spill over. You grabbed your things, took one last look in the mirror, and stepped out to face the boys once again.
You gave them both a quick, self-conscious smile. βThanks.β The word came out softer than you intended, but their constant attention was making it hard to focus on anything else.
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way your heart was hammering in your chest. βAlright, enough with the compliments. Letβs just get this over with.β
Suguru chuckled softly, that low sound sending a shiver down your spine. βThatβs the spirit.β
They were both so close now, practically crowding you, and you couldnβt help but feel the way their presence loomed over you. They had always been biggerβtaller, more imposingβbut tonight, the tension was palpable, thick in the air.
You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the idea of getting out of this hotel room and into the bustling streets of Tokyo. But as you all stepped toward the door, Gojoβs hand brushed lightly against your back, sending a jolt of electricity through you.
Satoru glanced at you again, his lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile. βYou look good enough to cause trouble.β
The way he said it, low and smooth, only made you feel that much more exposed, like the night was just beginning, and you had no idea where it would take youβor what might happen between the three of you.
But one thing was for sure. It was going to be a night to remember.
The bar buzzed with the low hum of conversation, the faint clink of glasses, and the soft thrum of music filling the air. You sat between Gojo and Suguru, the two of them practically towering over you as they leaned in, their attention entirely on you. The dark interior of the bar, lit only by neon signs and dim pendant lights, seemed to accentuate the heat between the three of you. You couldnβt remember the last time youβd felt soβ¦ exposed.
Gojo had already ordered you your first drinkβa bright pink cocktail that looked as sweet as it tasted. Suguru had followed suit, making sure your glass was never too empty. They kept a close eye on you all night, their eyes wandering over you with that familiar mischievous glint. And though their presence was more than enough to keep you on edge, there was something about tonight that felt different. Maybe it was the drinks, the way theyβd kept fending off advances from other men, or maybe it was simply the atmosphereβthe one where things that had once been so casual were beginning to feel moreβ¦ intimate.
You could hardly focus on the conversation as both of them leaned in every now and then, their voices low and teasing, keeping the flirtation between you alive. Gojo had a habit of making the smallest comments, his voice light and mocking, but the way he looked at you spoke volumes. Suguru, on the other hand, was quieter, his glances more deliberate, his words slower, as if savoring every moment. Every time heβd catch your eye, his lips would curl up just slightly, like he was enjoying the power he had over you.
"How are you holding up, Shortstack?" Gojoβs voice broke through your thoughts. You could feel his body pressing close as his arm slid over the back of your chair, almost touching your shoulders. "You look like you might need another drink," he teased, his fingers brushing against the back of your neck lightly.
You could feel the heat of your face rising, your heartbeat speeding up as he leaned in a little closer. "Iβm fine," you murmured, trying to sound unaffected by his proximity. But it was hard to ignore the weight of his presence.
βFine? Nah, I donβt think so,β Gojo chuckled, pouring you another drink. The sound of the liquid filling the glass was almost too loud, the slight tilt of his head making you acutely aware of his gaze. βYouβve gotta have a good time tonight, yβknow. Youβre our guest.β
Suguru watched you, his eyes soft but knowing, almost predatory. βI think sheβs enjoying herself, Gojo,β he commented, a playful edge to his tone. βYouβre just distracting her, like always.β His hand brushed against yours as he reached for his own drink, and you could have sworn you felt a spark at the touch.
You tried to ignore the heat rising in your chest, but it was hard when the two of them were so effortlessly close. Suguru leaned in, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered, βBesides, itβs hard not to enjoy yourself when youβre surrounded by two handsome men like us.β
Your blush deepened. βIβstop it.β You stammered, trying to focus on your drink but completely aware of how the space between the three of you seemed to shrink with every passing second.
But just as you were about to try and regain some semblance of composure, a man from across the bar sauntered over, his gaze lingering on you in a way that made you immediately uncomfortable. He flashed a smile, completely unaware of the two towering figures beside you. βHey there,β he said, leaning a little too close for comfort. βYou look like you could use some company.β
Before you could even react, Gojoβs arm shot out, effortlessly blocking the manβs path. βYouβre a little too close, pal,β Gojo said, his voice low and dangerous despite the lazy smirk on his face. βSheβs already taken care of, so why donβt you get lost?β
The guy stumbled back, clearly intimidated by Gojoβs imposing presence, but he wasnβt ready to give up just yet. He turned to Suguru, giving him a look of challenge. βWhat, you two think she belongs to you? You canβt just claim herβ
Gojo's smile didn't reach his eyes anymore; instead, it was cold, the kind of smile that promised nothing but danger. "I don't think I can. I already have, so why dont you fuck off?." His posture remained loose, but the tension in his shoulders was palpable.
Suguru didnβt even flinch, his gaze steady and calm. βOne thing is for sure β he replied smoothly, his voice a silky whisper. βShe certainly doesnβt belong to you, so Iβd suggest you step off before we make you.β
The man hesitated, then seemed to reconsider. With a glare at the three of you, he backed off, retreating into the crowd of the bar. You were left with a sense of relief, but alsoβsurprisinglyβsomething else. A feeling of possession, of being protected by them in a way that was... unexpected.
You let out a breath you hadnβt realized you were holding, and Gojo leaned in close again, his lips brushing against your ear as he chuckled. βDonβt worry, Shortstack. Weβve got you covered.β His voice was so casual, yet there was a hint of something darker beneath it.
Gojo casually swirled the drink in his hand, flashing you a look of reassurance, though the amusement still danced in his eyes. "You donβt have to worry about guys like that." He raised his glass to you, the playful glint in his eyes returning. "Not when youβve got us around.β
Suguru didnβt say anything, but his fingers grazed the back of your hand, and the look he gave you spoke volumes. He wasnβt angry, just... satisfied. And the way his fingers lingered there, just for a second too long, sent another wave of heat through your body.
The atmosphere between the three of you had shifted once more, the protective nature of the boys now taking center stage. The tension was still there, palpable, but there was a subtle, deeper understanding that lingered in the airβa silent acknowledgment that tonight, you werenβt just a guest in their presence. You were theirs to look after, and no one would dare come between that.
Getoβs voice broke the silence as he grinned mischievously, that familiar carefree energy returning. "Now, how about we forget about that loser and have a little fun, huh?"
But even as he said it, Suguru's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, something darker and more intent flashing in his eyes before he looked away with a quiet smile. There was no more teasing in his voice now. It was just the quiet certainty of a man who knew exactly what he wantedβand that tonight, you were a part of it.
You couldnβt help but laugh, though the tension still simmered in the air. It was like everything was slowly starting to shiftβthe jokes, the teasing, all of it suddenly carrying more weight. The night was just beginning, and as the boys took their seats back beside you, the reality of the situation slowly began to sink in.
It wasnβt just a night out anymore. It was a night with themβand somehow, you werenβt sure how much more of this teasing you could take before you gave in to the attraction you were trying so hard to ignore.
The night seems to stretch on, the air between the three of you thick with an intoxicating mixture of alcohol and unspoken intentions. The bar has started to quiet down a little, leaving you, Gojo, and Suguru in a cozy, dimly lit corner booth. The buzz of the crowd and the clinking of glasses fades as the attention in the room becomes drawn solely to the three of you.
Gojoβs gaze hasnβt left you since the awkward interaction with the other guy. Itβs almost unsettling how intense it is, that smile of his never fadingβyet itβs darker now, more calculating. His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, a knowing glint dancing in them.
βSo, You gonna flirt back?β he asks, his voice teasing, his finger tracing the rim of his glass idly. "Or are you letting us do all the work tonight?β Heβs giving you that playful challenge, and the way he says it feels like a dare.
Before you can even answer, Suguruβs voice slides in from your other side, smooth and almost coaxing. βShe doesnβt need to answer that,β he says with a smirk, leaning in just a little, the scent of his cologneβwarm, woodsy, and faintly spicyβinvading your senses. "The question is, what would you do if we decided to spoil you a little more tonight?β His voice dips lower as he lets the words linger, making it clear heβs not just talking about drinks anymore.
Your stomach flutters, your pulse quickening despite your best efforts to stay calm. Theyβre practically taking turns pulling you in, weaving their words like a careful trap. And youβre in it, stuck between them in a way you donβt quite know how to escape. Or maybe you donβt want to.
You shift uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how close theyβre both sitting. Gojo, as always, is close enough to brush against your side with the slightest movement, his long legs stretching across the booth like he owns the entire space. Suguru, on the other hand, remains a little more composed but no less overwhelming. His hand rests on the edge of the table, close enough that his fingers are mere inches from your own.
You try to focus on the conversation, but itβs impossible. Theyβre both watching you, waiting for your reaction, and the constant pull between them is starting to feel like an endless game. A game you never agreed to play but are somehow already losing.
Suguru leans in a little further, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, βDonβt act like youβre not enjoying this. Weβre here for you, after all.β His words are teasing, but thereβs an edge to themβan underlying current of something darker.
You feel a shiver run down your spine as your face flushes. "Iβ" you start to speak, but the words catch in your throat.
Gojo cuts in before you can finish, leaning over, his lips just a little too close to your ear as he adds, βYouβre cute when you get flustered. But youβve been doing this all nightβtrying to act like youβre not interested.β He chuckles softly, the sound rich with amusement. βWe both know better, donβt we?β
Suguru grins, clearly enjoying the way your face turns even redder. βItβs funny,β he says casually, his voice rich with playful arrogance. βYou think you can hide it from us, but we know exactly what youβre feeling.β
Itβs suffocating, the way they speak to youβso confident, so sure. And yet, you canβt bring yourself to pull away. You canβt even look away. The way they hover over you, leaning in just enough to make you feel small and breathless, itβs like theyβve wrapped you up in a web of their own making.
Gojo, noticing your silence, tilts his head, his eyes gleaming with mischief. βWhatβs the matter, princess? Too shy to admit you like the attention? Come on, we wonβt bite,β he teases, but his voice holds that knowing lilt, like he knows exactly how you feel.
Suguru leans back in his seat, but his gaze is still laser-focused on you, watching your every move. βWe can take it slow,β he offers with a raised brow. βBut we both know itβs not really about that. You want thisβjust as much as we do.β His smile is almost predatory, but thereβs still that warmth, that care that lingers in his tone.
Your breath hitches, caught between their words and the heat building in your chest. You wish you could escape the intensity of it all, but thereβs no way to. Theyβve drawn you in, and now youβre at their mercy, just as much a part of this as they are.
Gojoβs finger taps lightly on the edge of his glass, drawing your attention once again. βYou still havenβt told us what you want,β he teases, his voice a soft, persistent tug on your nerves. βSo, letβs make this easy. Do you want us to keep the night going, or are you too shy to keep up?β
Suguru doesnβt even wait for an answer, leaning in once more and catching your lips with his eyes. βYou donβt have to answer right away,β he murmurs, his voice calm yet daring. βBut weβre both getting impatient.β
Itβs too much, too close, and the teasing undercurrent between them is almost palpable. And now youβre stuck, caught in the web of their attention, unable to say anything but let yourself be swept along by their ever-increasing energy.
Youβre trappedβand it feels so good.
The door clicks shut behind you as the three of you enter the hotel room. The air is thick with anticipation, the weight of the nightβs flirtations following you inside. Itβs a quiet room, but the tension is palpable, humming in the space between you.
Before you can even take a breath, both of them are there. Gojoβs hand finds your back, pressing you gently but firmly toward him, while Suguru is right beside you, his fingers brushing against your arm like a whisper of heat. Their proximity is overwhelming, and the alcohol still courses through your veins, making everything feel just a little more intense, a little more exciting.
βHad enough of the crowds?β Gojo murmurs, his voice low, eyes glittering behind those dark shades he hasnβt bothered to take off yet. Itβs a teasing question, but his smirk says he already knows the answer.
Suguruβs gaze is steady, but thereβs something there, something that makes your stomach flip. βThink youβre ready for some quiet time?β he asks, his voice so smooth it feels like velvet on your skin. His hand brushes across your hip, sending a shiver up your spine.
You feel like youβre caught between themβenticed, but unsure. Itβs all so overwhelming, yet thrilling.
Before you can gather your bearings, Gojo steps closer, tipping your chin up with his finger. The heat from his body radiates off him, his lips barely a breath away. βYouβve been a good girl tonight, havenβt you?β His voice drops lower, a hint of challenge in it.
Suguru, always in tune with Gojo, leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, βHeβs right, youβve been so good, letting us treat you like this.β His breath is warm against your skin, and you feel that same flutter in your chest thatβs become all too familiar.
The room is thick with desire, and for a moment, the world outside of this hotel room feels miles away. Thereβs no more playful banter now, just an unspoken understanding between the three of you that tonight is something different.
Gojo moves first, the gentle touch of his hand on your neck sending a spark through your entire body. Slowly, deliberately, he presses his lips against yours, soft at first, as though testing the waters. The kiss deepens, and you feel his hand slide to the back of your neck, anchoring you against him. You canβt help but melt into it, the tension of the night finally snapping, leaving only the heat between the three of you.
Suguruβs hand moves to your waist, pulling you in closer as he places his lips against your temple, his warm breath a soft contrast to the intensity of Gojoβs kiss. Youβre surrounded, engulfed in warmth and longing, and for a brief moment, it feels like nothing else matters.
When Gojo pulls back, his lips leaving yours with a faint trace of a smile, Suguru is there, his eyes dark, a satisfied glint dancing in them. βTold you, didnβt we?β he murmurs softly, brushing your cheek with his thumb.
Itβs not just a kiss. Itβs a promise of something more, something unspoken but undeniable.
βKnew you were going to end up like this for usβ Suguru murmurs into you skin, he lips kissing gently across your cheeks until he reaches your lips, snatching them up in a kiss. His kiss is different to Gojoβs, gentler. Still with the bubbling undertone of want that flowed through the air.
You were hot, and definitely drunk, but you werenβt so sure it was from the alcohol anymore. Their kisses addictive.
Slowly the men managed to shift you through the room, never removing themselves from your body. Small steps guiding you towards the bed as they set you down, sitting either side of you, kissing their way down your neck. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, it was like all your senses where hyper focused on Gojo and Geto. Goosebumps prickled over you skin as they made their way down your neck. Still in sync, but each of their movement carry characteristics of each men. Gojo moved quicker, more eager. Not leaving a single patch of skin on your neck un-kissed. Nipping and biting at the skin as he went. Geto was slower, taking him time to litter kisses all over, stopping momentarily to suck on certain spots on your neck. Settling on the sweet spot right near your pulse point that had you moaning breathily.
Getoβs hand was the first to touch you, his hand resting on your knee, caressing your thigh, Gojo was next, his hand travelling further and further up your leg teasingly. Both of the men listening intently to your reactions to their touches.
Your head tipping back allowing them more access to ravage you skin with marks, Gojoβs kissing travelling further down towards your breasts, kissing the skin that poked out the neckline of your dress. His hand dancing daringly close to where you needed it. Further and further up your thigh until it ghosted over your panties. His hand gathering the material of your dress.
The sharp gasp you let out telling all the men they needed to know as they pulled away from your neck. You were speechless. Both of them unbuttoning the shirts they had on, and as fucking amazing they looked with them on, they looked even better with them off.
The air in the room is thick with the remnants of the kiss, your heartbeat still racing in your chest as you try to steady yourself. Gojo and Suguru are standing there, shirtless, their broad chests and toned muscles on full display. They move with such confidence, it feels almost like theyβre daring you to react. And you doβbecause, despite yourself, you canβt look away. Itβs like you can still feel them on your skin, its burning from their touch.
Gojo, ever the cocky one, leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are locked on yours, a lazy grin curling on his lips as he surveys you from head to toe. βStill catching your breath, huh?β he teases, voice dripping with amusement. βTake all the time you need, sweetheart. Itβs cute when youβre flustered.β
Suguru sits on the bed, his posture relaxed, but his eyes burn with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. Heβs got that knowing look on his face, the one that says heβs completely in control of the situation, and the fact that you canβt help but notice only fuels his confidence. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. βYouβve been staring at us, sweets,β he says, his voice low and purposeful. βItβs okay. Youβre allowed to look. Just donβt forget, weβre used to being the center of attention.β
Gojo chuckles at Suguruβs words, his grin widening as he takes a step closer. βThatβs right. But donβt worry, we donβt mind sharing,β he adds, his voice light but with that edge of something darker, something more calculated. βAfter all, youβve been a little shy tonight, havenβt you? Hiding behind your cool exterior, pretending like youβre not into us.β
Suguru stands up, moving toward you with the same fluid, predatory grace thatβs become second nature to him. His eyes never leave you, his smile never faltering. βBut we see through that act, princess,β he says softly, stepping into your personal space. βWe know what you really want. You can stop pretending now.β
Gojo follows, closing the gap between you with his signature cocky swagger. He leans in just enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, his presence overwhelming. βYouβve been teasing us all night, havenβt you?β he murmurs, his voice dropping low. βYou know what youβre doing. Playing hard to get. But weβre not the type to let you get away with it for long.β
Suguruβs fingers graze the side of your arm, sending a shiver down your spine as his eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. βYouβre not the only one with patience,β he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. βBut even we have limits.β
Gojo laughs, the sound rich and low, a teasing note laced through it. βItβs alright, sweetheart. We get it. Youβre just waiting for us to make the first move, right?β His finger lightly brushes your chin, lifting your face so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. βWell, you donβt have to wait anymore.β
Suguru steps closer, his breath warm on your neck as he leans in just enough for you to feel his presence. βYouβve been looking at us all night,β he murmurs, his tone full of heat. βAnd now, youβre going to get exactly what you want.β
Their words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, their proximity making it harder and harder to think straight. Your breath catches in your throat as they tower over you, teasing you with their words, their bodies, and their shared understanding of the game youβre all playing.
Itβs almost as if theyβve been waiting for this moment, for you to crack, to let go of the wall youβve built around yourself. And with every passing second, itβs becoming harder to resist the pull theyβre creating.
You know what theyβre doing, but somehow, it only makes the tension more unbearable.
They are the first to move, Satoru sitting on the bed, pulling you so you sat in his lap, your back pressed against his muscular chest. You went to protest, confusion on your features but Suguru is beating you to it
βShhh sweets, just relax for usβ Us. As much as you didnt want it to, that turned you on. You allowed Satoru to manhandle you into his lap as Geto positioned himself between your legs on the bed. Holy fuck, this was way to erotic for your mind to handle.
Satoruβs long fingers swiped their way down to your breasts, kneading the soft flash over the material of your dress. Your pink lips being brought between your teeth, you couldnt help but bite on the flesh, trying to stifle your moans. That didnβtβ t last for much longer however, when you glanced down to see Suguru peeling your panties down your thighs, his eyes glued onto your dripping entrance. You had never felt so vulnerable before, but it wasn;t uncomfortable. You just couldnt believe you were revealing yourselves to them like this. Your mind was cut shirt, not given the chance to over think and Gojo slips your tits out of your dress. Pulling the material down and allowing them to spill out. A light moan leaving his mouth as he plays with the skin.
βDamn baby, canβt believe you were hiding all this from us for so long, youβre so pretty.β He whispers, his lips tickling your ear as he spoke. His words resonating deep within you, prickling your skin as his touch never ceased.
βFucking perfectβ Suguru echos, agreeing with his friend. He sounds a lot moreβ¦ feral however, his mouth hovering so close to where you needed him, but he wasnβt going to just dive in. He had to savour this moment. His fingers pulling at your skin gently, admiring your already slick folds, shining in the dim light of the room. Quietly groaning to himself as your writhed under his touch. It was so light, bordering on teasing.
He couldnβt stop himself from running a finger through your folds, gathering your slick on the tip, before bringing the digit up to his lips, and sucking slowly. All while never breaking eyecontact with you, teasing fuck.
You whines pathetically, you were sure why, maybe to beg for more, maybe because of satoruβs fingers rolling your nipples so cruelly. Or maybe that fucking look Geto was giving you as he sucked his fingers clean.
βYou even taste perfect sweets.β He groaned out, almost like he was expecting this. He wasted not a second more, large hands gripping your hips, pushing the material of your skirt over your hips before diving in. He tried to start of slow - he really did. Taking little kitten licks, that then turned into thick stripes. But that wasnt enough, he wanted you to suffocate him, he didnβt want to be able to think about anything else but that sweet little cunt you had been hiding from him.
You couldnβt help but cry out in shock, your hand trying to grasp at his hair. Geto did the best he could to hold you still, recieving no help from Gojo who was too busy playing with your tits and chuckling at the noises you were making.
βF-Fuck! Suguruβ You yelp, his tongue never slowing in its movements. He was devouring you, using his hands to push your further down onto his face.
He was already covered. Your slick dripping down his face as he moved messily. He didnt even care, he wanted it so bad. His nose bumping against you clit with each sloppy kiss he left against you cunt. Sucking on your pussy so happily. Groaning as you tugged on his hair so sweetly trying to get him to slow down. That was never going to happen
βRelax sweetheart, jusβ let him make you feel good, hmm?β Gojo whispered to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your head as you moaned out. God it was good, it was too good. The way you were the centre of attention was making your head spin. Satoru trailing hot kisses down your neck as he squeezed your nipple, loving the way you cried out from overstimulation. βFucking love these titsβ
You coul do nothing but just lie there and take what they were giving to you. Just accepting the way they were sharing you between them. Gojo was trying to calm you, cooing in your ear so sweetly, like he wasnt part of the reason tears of pleasure were brewing in your eyes. You must have looked a mess you thought, but to Satoru, you had never looked more perfect. Glossy eyes, puffy lips and his marks all over you. And god your tits, they were teasing him all night, poking out of the top of your dress like they were begging to be released. He moaned as he fondled them, his hands cupping them with a hunger. The way your nipples perked as soon as he got his hands on them, he never wanted to forget this sight.
You could already feel your orgasm building, you had never cum this quick before. That delicious sensation building in your abdomen as both them men continued their attacks on you. Suguru had been pretty silent in comparison to Gojoβs constant rambling. The only noises you could hear was crude slurps and groans. You wriggled in his grip as your orgasm approached, the pleasure increasing with each swipe of his tongue.
βSatoru - ahh - sugu-β You were trying so hard to form a sentence, not sure who you were trying to talk to.
βAwh you close already baby. Didnβt take long.β Gojoβs syrupy voice rang out in your ear once again, and you could swear the sound was pushing you even closer βYou hear that Suguru, sheβs close. Should we let her cum?β
Panic flies through you, they wouldnβt stop you right? Youβre so close! Oh god please, they couldnβt
For the first time Suguru poked his head up, his fingers replacing his tongue, swirling over your puffy clit.
βMβ not sure. Sheβs been teasing us all night, donβt think she deserves it.β He grinning at you, smug. His face glistening with your slick as he speaks. That image you wanted to live in your head forever. Stray strands of hair floating in his face, gos he looked fucking angelic.
βTrue, sheβs not been a very good girl for usβ Gojo responds, and you can hear the shit eating grin in his voice. It was like they couldnβt hear your desperate whines. Discussing you as if you werenβt being destroyed by them both in that very moment, Gojoβs hands still massaging you tits as he shared a grin with Geto
βNot sure if I can keep away from her sweet little pussy though, sheβs calling me back already.β The squelching of your soaked cunt floating through the room.
βNo no no- Please!β Yo couldnt stop yourself from begging. They couldnβt leave you teetering on the edge like this, you needed to cum. Needed them to make you cum. βPlease! D-Donβt stop!β
βWhat was that sweets? Please what?β Geto glances at you, that stupid smirk still gracing his features. He wanted you to beg, it was written all over him.
All the previous fight in you had gone, you didnβt have it in you to resist them anymore. βPlease- make me cum! Fuck- need itβ
βShe even used her mannersβ Gojo chimes in once more, youβd slap the sarcastic bastard if he wasnβt making you shiver right now βYou need it huh? How bad?β
βSo bad βToru! Pleaseβ Hoping the white haired man would show you some mercy.
βOh yeah? What about me?β Suguruβs fingers dropped from your begging cunt, and your eyes snapped to him in a silent plea
βYou too sugu, need you both.β
βThere we goβ And that smug grin between your legs was the last thing you saw before your eyes screwed shut. They were keeping you on the edge. But now, nothing could stop your orgasm from hitting you, hard.
You werenβt even sure what you were saying, screaming out both their names in a broken symphony, mixed in with a string of curses as your came. Your legs fucking shaking around Geto βs head, but that didnβt stop him. He was riding out your high along with Gojo, who was talking you through it so sweetly.
βOh good girl, feels good huh?β
Whining was the only thing he got in response as the pleasure wracked your body. Practically quivering as your soaked Getoβs face.
Stupidly, you thought they might give you a second to recover, you were wrong. You were still laying there panting as Gojo was manhandling you once more. It was like you weighed nothing to him. He was careful with you as you mewled. Turning you over, picking you up and helping you onto all fours, facing the end of the bed.
βYou ready for round 2?β Geto βs face appeared in front of yours as he asked you softly, stroking your slightly damp hair. Your legs were still quivering as you tried to catch your breath. Your fucked out eyes lifting to meet his. You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice. He couldnβt help but chuckle
The men had swapped sides now, Gojo now placing himself between your legs as Geto was at your front. When you saw the dark haired man towering over you, you understood your current position. The kind and gentle look in his eyes moment ago, now replaced with something darker, hungrier.
You stared shamelessly as he unzipped his trousers, hearing Gojo do the same from behind you on the bed.
It was a good view you couldnt deny, his muscles defined by the low lighting, you stared at the vines in his arms popping as he rid himself of his trousers. His v-line teasing you as he pulled down his boxers. But nothing beat the sight of what came next. His cock sprung free, his hand stoking it slowly as his eyes never left you face. He was big, you had no idea how you were going to fit that in your mouth, and if Gojo was anything similar, you were in serious trouble
βDonβt look so nervous baby, weβll be gentleβ Suguru soothes, but the look in his eyes tells you the opposite.
βI donβt know Suguru, I want to break this pretty pussy in halfβ Gojo drawls, mesmerised by the sight before him. Your puffy pussy glistening, inviting him in. His hands tracing over the skin of your ass, squeezing the flesh. Before giving it a slap, watching as red splotches grace the skin.
βBe nice Satoruβ Geto warns him, but you can hear the smile in his voice
βI always amβ¦β That was a lie. You knew he was mean, just by the way he was rubbing his weeping tip through your folds.
You whined at the sensation, still overly sensitive from your orgasm just seconds ago. Suguruβs hand rested on top of your head, drawing your attention to him
βYou ready?β He asked once more, making sure they werenβt pushing you too far. But to you, it wasnt enough. βYesβ your voice rang out, hoarsely
βGood, now open.β The command was simple, and you followed it eagerly. Your tongue lolling out as you waited for him.
Slowly he lined himself up with your mouth, resting his heavy tip on your tongue as he slid in, inch by inch into you. That gentle hand on your head now gripping your hair as he fucked your mouth, his hips slowly rocking back and forth as he was kind enough to give you some time to adjust.
βNo fair, we shouldβve started at the same timeβ Gojo complained from beind you but Geto was far to occupied to care about Hi childish complaints
He laughed out dryly βshut up Satoruβ
Satoru didnt even bother to respond, too busy sinking his cock inside of you, he was less slow that Geto . Eager to be wrapped inside of your welcoming walls. The groan that left him was sinful as he fully sheathed himself inside you. He paused like that for a moment, breathing deeply, before his hips snapped into you again, and again, and again.
You moaned around Getoβs cock, being cut off each time he hit that back of your throat. Both the men still in sync as per usual, their thrusts following the same pace as they destroyed you. Your dress still scrunched around your middle, your ass completely out, along with your tits.
Gojoβs hands on your hips, using them to pull you back into each thrust, ensuring he was hitting as deep as he could each time. His shakey breaths could be heard over your shoulder, broken up by shuddering groans
βShit- you werenβt lying sugu, this pussy-β Gojo was struggling to keep himself together, struggling not to get lost in your body as he rambled on. He was watching himself, watching as he entered you pussy with such ease, watching as yout tried to suck him back in each time he pulled out. He was in heaven.
βTold you- sβfuckinβ perfect.β He gritted out. He was trying not to bully himself into the back of your throat, but god. You were taking him so well. Your eyes watering, stray tears falling down your face as he moved. Doing you best to suck his soul. Every now and your voice vibrating against his cock as you moaned. You while body shaking as your arms tried to support yourself.
Veins popping all over his flawless skin, poking through his hands as his grip on your hair never faulters, using you as an anchor to ground himself, trying to hold back. Veins bulging in his neck as he strains, doing everything he can to not cum early, he wants to enjoy this for as long as he can. But with how hard heβs been all evening, he doesnt know how he is going to last like this. The way your tongue glides up and down his shaft, tracing over the jagged veins that run up his base. The noises you make every time he hits the back of your throat. Those hollowed cheeks, wrapped around him so perfectly.
He couldnβt quite believe his luck, having you beneath him so sweetly while you allowed yourself to be shared between him and his best friend. Him and Satoru had always spoken about this, on nights where it was just them, sharing a beer. When they were discussing their classmates and the conversation would fall onto you. At first they would joke about you, how you could be a bit of a brat. Always whining at their jokes, nagging them. Then Satoru made a comment about your body, and the conversation took a turn. Discussing how they would share you, how tight you would be for them, how you would sound when they got their hands on you, what you would let them do to you. To say it was better than they imagined would be an understatement. Both men going home after that evening with an achingly hard cock, that conversation putting an imagine in their mind that they couldnβt escape.
Satoru was doing no better than Suguru in trying to keep himself in control. In fact he was finding it incredibly difficult. His hands never stopping, grabbing, caressing and stoking any part of you that he could get his hands on. The skin of your ass prickled with red and pink marks from where his large hands had been getting rough with you. Hand shaped prints on both your hips from where he had been gripping you so tightly. This was better than he had imagined, all those nights spent with his hand around his cock could not compare to how you felt right now. How natural it felt to be inside you. He never wanted to leave. You didnt want him to either. His cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you, you could hardly control the noises you were making, despite them being muffled by Suguruβs cock.
Finally Satoru βs hand found your clit. Gentle ghosting over the puffy bundle of nerves at first, fingertips getting coated in you juices. You jolted forwards at the sensation, every part of you feeling so sensitive to his touch. Geto choked out a moan, you sudden movement causing you to take him deep, your nose brushing against the skin on his stomach. Gojo did it again, a smile on his face. One more you let out a muffled yelp, moving away from his hands, trying to escape the stimulation.
βF-fucking hell- think she liked that.β Suguru chokes out. Heβs getting too close now, and your sudden movements forward arenβt helping him
βOh y-yeah? That feel good sweets?β One again his cruel fingers roll over your clit, applying more pressure this time. If you werenβt getting some of the best dick of your life you would make fun on the stuttering men, but you werenβt exactly keeping your composure either. This time however, gojos other hand was wrapped tightly around your waist, stopping any escape plan you had, forcing you to seat there and take what his was giving to you as you screamed out pathetically around Getoβs cock.
βNuh-uh, donβt run from it. Just take it baby.β Heβs cooing at you, and you obey. Succumbing to the pleasure. His fingers moving in fast circles around the bundle of nerves and you feel like youre going to explode. Your legs shaking, your hips trying to buck away from his movements, but your stuck there as he impales you on his cock. Once again you can feel an orgasm building, quickly and sharply in your stomach. Hot tears continuing to roll down your cheeks, dragging your makeup of the night with them.
βThatβs it, let it out baby.β Geto spots the tears, stroking them gently from your face, his actions contrasting the harsh thrusting of his cock in your mouth
And there not much you can do to stop your orgasm as it crashed over you. Fucking wrecking you.
Eyes squeezing shut tightly as you convulse, unable to still yourself as you clench tightly around gojos cock. You cum hard, juices flowing around Gojoβs cock, overspilling around the edges and coating his abdomen as his thrusts never stop. Both of the men moaning as they watched you, you looked absolutely stunning like this, completely falling apart beneath them.
Your loud moans vibrating down Geto βs shaft, and he cant stop himself. He cums down your throat, his hips pushing as deep as they can into your mouth as thick ropes of cum trickle onto your tongue, you swallow it down greedily without a second thought, still sucking when heβs done. His harsh breathing and cut off moans letting you know heβs finished
βFuck-β he curses with a groan as he pulls out from your mouth. Watching you gasp for air now.
Gojo still hadnβt stopped, his hips punishing you even after your second orgasm. Your arms couldnt take it anymore, buckling underneath you leaving your face planted into the mattress as you scream out. The overstimulation so good it almost hurt.
βEasy Gojo, be gentle.β Geto pants out, watching his best friend basically fuck the life out of you. Satoru had gone silent now, purely focused on chasing his release that was ever nearing.
βA-almost done baby.β He gasps out as you squeeze him βhafta cum in this sweet pussyβ
And cum he did.
His hips stuttering as he fucks his cum deep inside you. Hot spurts of white coating you walls as he fucks himself deeper and deeper. Releasing with a broken groan. His legs almost shaking just like yours
Pulling out and staring in awe as his cum drips out of you, trailing down your puffy folds in elegant drops.
You didnβt end up needing to sleep on the couch that evening, the bed fit all three of you perfectly fine, especially when you were wrapped up in their arms for the whole night. You werent sure what this meant for you from now on, but you couldnβt find it in yourself to care after tonight
Principal Yagaβs office was dimly lit as usual, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows on the piles of documents and mission reports. You stood before his desk, flanked by Satoru and Suguru. The air in the room felt heavier than usual, though you suspected it had less to do with the mission and more to do with the recent... developments between you and the boys. You were here to go over the end of mission report
Yaga leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together as he looked over the three of you. βWell, Iβve got to say, you handled that mission well. Minimal collateral damage, objectives met, and no major injuries.β His tone was gruff but approving.
βOf course we did,β Satoru said, his signature grin plastered on his face. βYouβre looking at the dream team here.β
Suguru chuckled beside you, his voice smooth as always. βIt helps when youβve got the strongest second-year on your side.β He shot you a look, the corner of his mouth quirking up just enough to make your pulse quicken.
You fought to keep your face neutral, your fingers tightening slightly at your sides. The tension was suffocating.
Yaga narrowed his eyes, clearly picking up on the strange energy in the room. βSomethingβs different,β he muttered, his gaze flicking between the three of you. βUsually, you two canβt stop bickering. And now youβre practically glowing with camaraderie. What gives?β
βOh, you knowβ¦β Satoru began, his voice dripping with mischief. He stretched his arms behind his head, his casual posture doing nothing to hide the smug glint in his eyes. βWe justβ¦ found some things to bond over on the trip.β His eyes flitting over to your with a knowing wink.
Suguru hummed in agreement, crossing his arms as he leaned against the desk. βYeah, turns out, spending a few nights together can really bring people closer.β His voice was calm, but his smirk was anything but innocent.
Your stomach flipped as Yagaβs eyes narrowed further, suspicion practically radiating off him. βWhatβs that supposed to mean?β
βOh, nothing, nothing!β Satoru waved a hand dismissively, though the grin splitting his face betrayed him. βWeβre just saying, you throw three people in a high-pressure situation, and sometimesβ¦ sparks fly.β
Suguru let out a low laugh, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. βItβs teamwork, Yaga. Pure, unadulterated teamwork.β
You cleared your throat, desperate to regain some semblance of normalcy. βRight. We just worked really well together, is all. Nothing toβ¦ overthink.β
All you could do was think, think about what happened, their hands on you. You could feel your face flushing, clearing your throat as you tried to regain composure
Yaga stared at you for a long moment, his brows furrowed, before letting out a heavy sigh. βWhatever. As long as the jobβs done, I donβt care how you got along.β He rubbed his temples as though already regretting his decision. βDismissed.β
The three of you turned to leave, but not before you caught the shared glance between Satoru and Suguru, their eyes gleaming with unspoken amusement.
As the office door closed behind you, Satoru leaned down, his voice low and teasing in your ear. βSee? Told you weβd sell it.β
Suguru smirked, his hand brushing against yours as you walked. βThough I think Yaga might still have questions.β
Your face burned as you quickened your pace, ignoring the way your heart betrayed you with every beat. What on earth had you gotten yourself into?
β summary: you and Satoru were high school sweethearts although, heβd have described you more as soulmates. When the Jujutsu world became too complicated and the losses outweighed the wins, you ran - leaving Satoru behind. So how come after 10 years he still canβt stop thinking about you? Where were you now? Would he ever see you again?
β warnings: minimal smut, angst, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, mentions of death, cursing.
β IB: Russ - Scared
β A/N: as promised, here is the Gojo fic I have been working on. It may become a series depending on how this does. Shoutout to @renbittt for the pre-read and feedback. Enjoy!
Satoru.
βO-oh god T-toru, d-donβt stop.β You sighed breathlessly, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. He had your head cradled in between his hands, holding you nose to nose. He could feel the sweat from both of your hot skin sticking together as he rocked his hips into you. βF-fuck, I love you Y/N. I love you so much.β He whined. βI-i lov-β.
Suddenly your sweet voice was replaced with the most grating sound known to man. Satoruβs eyes snapped open to the sound of his alarm. He quickly pressed the off button, fighting the urge to launch the alarm across the room for ruining his dream, yet again. After all these years Satoru still dreamt of you. His first love. His only love if heβs really honest.
He hoisted himself upright, dragging his hands over his face with a sigh. Was this normal? To still be dreaming about your teenage sweetheart 10 years later?
You had been his first after all, as he was for you. First everything. And at one point he thought youβd be his last too. At the time everyone had told you both it was nothing more than puppy love. Neither of you ever believed that though. At least Satoru didnβt. He knew you were the one. Still knows it too.
You were both 16 and students at Jujutsu Tech when you met. Satoru was infatuated with you from the moment you met. He knew he had to make you his. No girl hand ever made him feel so tongue tied just from a simple glance in his direction. His usual charm completely disarmed in your presence. Luckily for him youβd been just as taken with him. It wasnβt long before you started dating officially. Head over heels for each other in no time.
*Beginning of flashback*
You and Satoru were sprawled out on your dorm bed. Both of your legs hanging over the edge with your leg over his. Laying in blissful silence before you spoke up.
βToru, I have something I need to talk to you about.β Satoru sat up immediately. βA-are you about to break up with me? Did I do something wrong? Baby, I promise I didnβt mean to and I-Iβll fix it just please donβt end things with meβ he rambled. You let out a giggle at his rambling, sitting up and crawling into his lap. βNo silly Iβm not breaking up with youβ you laughed.
Satoru felt the nervous energy shift into your body as you fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. βO-oh ok. Then whatβs wrong?β He asked trying to get you to make eye contact . βI-i just um I wanna tell you that-β you began. βI love you Y/Nβ he blurted before you could finish your sentence. Your head snapped up to look at him immediately. βHey! I wanted to say it firstβ you pouted while slapping his chest gently. Satoru let out a giggle. βSorry it just came outβ he smirked as he took your face in his hands. You huffed before you looked into his eyes. βI love you Toruβ.
The grin Satoru produced was so big and bright you were surprised it didnβt blind the room and shatter the windows. Satoru didnβt think there was a sound he would rather hear on repeat for the rest of his life.
Holding your face in his hands, he began to attack you with kisses on every inch of your face. You couldnβt stop the giggles escaping if you tried. βT-toru s-stop that t-tickles!β He eventually stopped his attack and looked at you again with that same beaming smile. βI love you Y/N. So much.β βI love you too Toruβ you smiled. βForever?β βForever.β
*End of flashback*
Just two kids madly in love. Everything had been perfect. Donβt get him wrong, you had the occasional argument like every couple does but nothing you couldnβt come back from. Until that day anyway.
After Geto defected it took a toll on all who knew him but especially you and Satoru. Thatβs when the cracks started to appear. Satoru was determined to make the Jujutsu world a better place while you wanted to walk away altogether. You couldnβt understand why he wanted to stay in the destructive and dangerous environment, while he couldnβt understand why you wanted to give up on it instead of try to improve it.
*Flashback*
βI donβt get why you want to stay here Satoru. Look what itβs doing to the people around us!β You stated. βHaibara is dead Satoru. Dead! Nanami barely escaped with his life that day too!β You yelled, tears beginning to stream down your face. βGeto has turned into some type of monster after all the things that have happened! Everyone we care about is either dead, has snapped or is numb to all the constant danger and pain this world brings! Why canβt you understand that and just leave with me?!β
This argument had been going on for days on and off at this point. βSo, what? We just leave too?!β Satoru yelled back. He rarely raised his voice, ever, but this was becoming a common occurrence recently. Both of you so on edge after everything thatβs happened.
βYes! Yes, we leave and never come back!β You screamed. βI canβt do that Y/N. You know I canβtβ Satoru said, suddenly deathly serious. βIf we leave the Jujutsu world will never improve. I canβt let that happen. I need to stay! I need to fix this!β Satoru stared at you with a pleading look. Begging you to see his side.
You let out a sniffle. βWeβre 18 now Satoru. If we donβt leave now weβll never get the chance to leave. Weβll be sucked in too deep.β You gave him your own pleading look back. βI canβt leave. I can fix this. I know I can. I can make things betterβ Satoru whispered as he stared at the ground. Avoiding eye contact at all costs. βCanβt or wonβt?β You asked. Satoru looked up as you just stared at each other. You both knew the answer to that question.
*End of flashback*
After the constant back and forth for months, the day came where you finally made your decision to leave . Packed up everything you owned and made your break for freedom into the normal world. Leaving everything from the Jujutsu world behind. Including Satoru.
Satoru had been out of his mind that day when he came back to the dorms and you were gone. He knew you were gone for good when he got to your dorm and all your belongings were gone and all that was left was a note on your bed.
Your note had explained to him that you couldnβt stay in the Jujutsu world any longer, not that you hadnβt tried to voice that to him before. It was slowly breaking you down. You knew he wouldnβt leave with you and you understood why but you needed to do this for you. Youβd signed off βforever yoursβ and those two words still stuck with him to this day.
Heβd tried calling you repeatedly but every single time it went straight to voicemail. Heβd even tried to get Shoko to call you but it turned out youβd already gotten to her before you left. Telling her your reasoning for needing to leave even if that meant letting Satoru go too. Much to Satorus disgust, Shoko had only refused and told him maybe it was for the best he let you go too. But he couldnβt.
He did try to find you but youβd covered your tracks well. So just like that youβd disappeared and Satoru had to let you go. He didnβt have much choice at that point.
Satoru exhaled roughly through his nose, shaking his head a little. Even after all this time he still couldnβt help running through it all mentally on a regular basis. He let out a groan as he stood, walking towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. He had classes to teach in an hour.
He stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth while his mind wandered back to you yet again. About 5 years ago, on one lonely night, Satoru had searched for you on social media. Heβd always tried not too, knowing it would only hurt him in the end. However, this particular night he just couldnβt fight the urge any longer. Youβd cut contact with Shoko about a year after you left, telling her it was too hard to have that part of your old life still open, so no one knew where or what you were doing now. Satoru had found your profile pretty easily but quickly came to regret it.
The first picture he saw was of you. In a dress. A wedding dress. A photo from what seemed to be your wedding day. You were there, smiling brightly, next to a man he could only assume was your now husband. Satoru felt nausea hit him like a tidal wave.
All this time later while he was still pining over you, you were married. Fucking married. Not only had you walked away and left him, you were now someone elseβs wife. Fuck.
Now Satoru is not going to be a hypocrite. Heβs had his fair share of hook ups over the years since you left. Just needing to release some tension or to have the feeling of a warm body next to him. But heβs never been able to fall in love again. Still too hung up on you.
But not only had you fallen in love with someone else, youβd married them too. After that day Satoru had never looked you up on anything again. It was too painful. He was just left with regular dreams of you to remember you by now. Besides a few items heβd long hidden away.
When Satoru arrived at work his brain was still running a million miles a minute with thoughts of you. Even after teaching his first few classes you were still on his mind. Damn today was gonna be one of those days huh?
βYo, Satoru!β He was pulled out of his daze by the sound of his name. He turned to see Shoko leaning up against the door to her office. βYou good man? You seemed a little zoned out thereβ Shoko asked. βYeah yeah all goodβ he replied, clearing his throat. βYouβre a bad liar, yknow that?β Shoko smirked. βNot lying just donβt wanna talk about itβ he replied looking at the ground. βThis is about her again isnβt it?β He could hear the frustration in Shokos voice. βN-no not at allβ Satoru quickly responded. βDude, what did I just say about you sucking at lying?β Satoru raised his head to give her a sheepish grin.
βAaanyway, Iβm gonna go to that cafe in town and get a cake. You want anything?β He asked. Hoping she didnβt notice his attempt to change the subject. She did of course but just let it go. Shoko let out a sigh βYeah sure, coffee would be goodβ. Who knows maybe the walk would clear his head. If not then the cakes surely would. Right?
You.
βEveryone this is Y/N L/N.β Your new boss Aoi introduced you. βShe will be starting today as one of our newest serversβ. Everyone gave you a small wave or a nod to say hello.
You never thought youβd be here at this age. Having to start your life from scratch again after your ever loving, about to be ex husband, had decided that after 8 years of being together apparently keeping his genitals to himself was too much of an ask. Just a delight, right?
So here you were. 28, about to be divorced and living with your parents again. Back in your home town, trying to make a fresh start. Your parents had welcomed you back home with open arms telling you to take a second to breathe before finding your own place.
Right now you couldnβt be more grateful for your parents. Youβd also managed to get yourself a job as a server in a small cafe. Hey, it was money and you could always look elsewhere once you had a more solid life plan. Your new boss was the sweetest lady youβd ever met and was happy to give you a job. Maybe things are looking up.
βOk sweetie, so most people come in and take a seat wether theyβre ordering take out or sitting in. So just head over to the tables, greet them, smile a little, check if itβs take out or sit in, maybe make some small talk and take their order. Oh donβt forget to write which table itβs for tooβ Aoi began giving you the run down on how things work.
βAfter that just place your order on the counter here and someone else will prepare it and bring it out to you to take to the customer. Ok?β She smiled. βYes maβamβ you nodded. βSweetie enough of that. Just call me Aoiβ she laughed. βO-oh sorry. Ok, Aoi, got itβ you smiled nervously.
βOk, ready?β βAs Iβll ever beβ you replied taking a deep breath. You had no idea why you were so nervous. You were great with people and youβd worked in the service industry plenty of times before. βAlright, here comes one of our regulars. Super nice guy and an easy first customer. Get your apron on and get out there.β Aoi said while peering over the swinging doors to look out the window. You nodded once, determined. βGo get em tigerβ Aoi grinned.
You rushed over to grab your apron. Your nerves had returned tenfold. After tying your apron you headed through the swinging doors, fumbling with your notepad. You were almost tripping over your own feet heading towards the table with your head down, checking your pocket for a pen.
You still hadnβt looked up as you began your spiel to the customer. βGood morning sir, is it for sit in or take away?β As you looked up the old man in question smiled at you. βOh, you must be new here dear. Itβs for sit in, as alwaysβ he said gently. You smiled at him in return. βY-yes todays my first dayβ you laughed. βWhat can I get for you, sir?β
The older man turned out to be just as lovely as Aoi claimed. He talked to you about his grandchildren as he placed his usual order. βThatβll be out for you as soon as possible sirβ you said with a smile, finishing up writing down his order. βFantastic. Thank youβ¦β βY/Nβ you said quickly. βThank you Y/N. Itβs lovely to meet you dear. Iβm sure Iβll see you again soonβ he said. You gave him a small nod as you turned to take your order over.
Your nerves seemed to have settled after that interaction. You took a deep breath as you turned to head to the next table and take their order. Before you could even take a step, you noticed a man standing outside the large window, staring at you. One hand holding a small paper bag and the other holding what seemed to be a cake he had clearly been about to take another bite of. Instead, he was standing there, slack jawed, just staring at you.
The sun was reflecting on the window, obscuring his face. His stature seemed familiar though and you couldnβt quite put your finger on why. As the light moved slightly it revealed his face. You quickly realised exactly why he looked so familiar.
You let out a gasp, feeling your heart rate pick up at record speed. Standing there like a deer caught in the headlights, pulling your notebook into your chest. At the same time the man in question seemed to lose grip on his bag and his cake, both hitting the ground. Your hands began to shake as the man slowly pulled up his blindfold, as if to get a better look.
He was taller than when you last saw him but youβd know those azure eyes anywhere. Letting out a breath, the next words you utter were βT-Toru-β
Your back hits the cold desk with a thud before Satoru is sinking back into you.
Your arms bend behind your head so your hands can desperately grip at the wood. The ear piercing shriek of the desk sliding across the floor cancelled out by the sound of moans and slapping skin.
βF-fuck, Gojo. Donβt s-stop.β You pant into the empty classroom as the white haired man pulls your ankle onto his shoulder. Your panties dangling shamelessly from it. βDidnβt plan on it, baby.β He grunts as his long fingers dig into the fat of your ass, using the grip to pound into your harder.
βS-shit. Gripping the fuck out of me.β Satoru groans. βO-oh my g-god. Iβm c-cumm-β You begin before a large hand is placed over your mouth. βDo I need to gag you with your panties or what? You want the whole school to hear you?β Satoru asks as he leans down in your face. His breathing heavy as his relentless hips never stop.
Your eyes fill with tears from the intensity of your orgasm as you shake your head. βThatβs what I thought. Now be a good girl and stay quiet for me.β He smirks.
The funniest part of this whole scene? You categorically cannot stand Satoru Gojo.
No, really! Ask anyone at Jujutsu Tech and theyβll know about your long standing feud.
So how and why you may ask, is he currently 8 inches deep in you, feeling like heβs in your lungs and making your eyes cross?
Turns out the line between hate and lust is thin.
Very very thin.
Satoru pulls out to flip you onto your stomach. The coldness of the desk now gone thanks to the body heat from your back.
His deep strokes turning your brain into mush as you bite your fist in an attempt to keep the noise down.
Satorus eyes flit up to the clock on the wall. 10 minutes until you both need to return to work.
He pulls your back into his chest, making your pelvis dig into the hard wood of the desk in front of you as he wraps a hand around your throat.
βWe gotta be done in the next 5 minutes but I still need you to cum for me one more time. Think you can do that, pretty girl?β He whispers in your ear as his hips pick up speed.
Quiet whimpers escape you as you nod dumbly, another orgasm creeping up your spine. βGood girl.β He grins against your ear.
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30 minutes later you stroll across the training field in search of Megumi. The events from earlier still playing in your mind.
Your eyes search the field before you find him training with Yuji. The white haired devil watching them both.
You clear your throat as you approach, making sure to keep you distance from Gojo as you wait for Megumi to finish sparring so you can discuss something with him.
βL/N.β Gojo smirks at you, hands behind his back. You canβt see his eyes for his blindfold but you can tell theyβre dancing with mischief. βGojo.β You nod, keeping your eyes forward.
βDid you need something or just here to see me?β He grins at you. βWhy would I be here to see you?β You snort, lip curling in disgust. Satoru doesnβt answer, he just slowly pulls his blindfold up to look at you directly.
You can read the smug look written all over his face.
βYouβre a moron.β You spit at him. βOh yeah? Well youβre beautiful.β He tilts his head at you, smiling at you smugly as he waits for your comeback.
Beautiful? Did he just say beautiful? You canβt help the light blush that lines the top of your cheeks. Fuck, heβs just completely disarmed you. What do you say now?
βImbecile.β You scoff as you turn to walk away. No longer entertaining the usual argument since heβs now managed to fluster you.
βMegumi, once youβre finished here, please find me inside to discuss your next mission.β You call to him as you return to the building.
Satoru canβt resist watching the slight sway of your hips as you walk away from him. An almost feral feeling creeping up his spine as he remembers the way your hips are covered in fingerprints. His fingerprints.
βI donβt think she likes you very much.β Yuji interrupts his thoughts, scratching at the back of his head. βReally? What makes you think that?β Satoru smirks at the boy. βIβm assuming you mean besides the fact she looked like she wanted to stab you?β Nobara snorts as she steps up beside them.
Satoru shrugs. βHate is the first step towards love.β He grins.
A/N: I found the art on Pinterest so if anyone knows who the artist is please lemme know so I can give credit! Edit: artist found!
β summary: your ex invites you over. He just wants to see you one last time. But seeing him tonight is a bad idea, right?
β warnings: cursing, smut (basically p*rn with minimal plot), non sorcerer au, toxic situation (kinda)
Your knuckles wrap the door gently as you let out a sigh. All you can hear is your friends voices in your head.
You know heβs just using you, right?
Heβs only going to break your heart again.
Heβs only after one thing.
They were right.
You know theyβre right. You donβt dispute that at all.
But why does something so wrong have to feel so good?
Seeing your ex is always a bad idea.
But when your ex is 6β3, body of a Greek god, raven hair you love to weave your fingers through, voice thatβs timber makes your insides quiver and a dick that makes your stomach do somersaults when you think about him fucking you again. Itβs hard to resist.
Really hard.
So when the apartment door slowly opens to reveal said gorgeous ex β looking down at you with a smile that made your pussy clench β it was safe to say your friend's warnings swiftly faded into the background.
βHey, pretty girl.β Suguruβs deep voice rumbles as he leans against the door frame. βH-hi.β You breathe.
His hair is down, flowing over his shoulders like a beautiful onyx waterfall. His chest is covered in a skin tight black tee. Perfectly showcasing his mouth wateringly muscular arms that ripple with each movement.
And those grey sweatpants should be illegal.
Hanging low on his hips, showing that delicious vline you just want to run your tongue all over. Giving a small glimpse of that wonderful happy trail too.
That thing really did lead to happiness, you could promise that much.
He looks like heβs been pulled straight from your wettest dream.
βYou gonna come in?β He asks, using his head to point behind him.
You nod like a nervous little bobble head, the action making Suguru chuckle before he moves to let you in.
βFuuuuuuck. Thatβs it, baby. All the way down.β Suguru grunts. βS-shit.β He moans, hand tightening around your makeshift ponytail.
His shirt and your own were lost somewhere on the fumble to his bedroom.
Hot, desperate kisses and scrambling hands, as clothing was pulled off in a blur. Bumping into walls and doors as you immersed yourselves in a world where only the two of you existed.
Suguru sits at the end of his bed. Thick thighs manspread as you sit between them, throating as much of his length as you can take.
The repetitive glug, glug, glug as he hits the back of your throat and the way your teary eyes peer up at him, makes Suguruβs eyes roll into the back of his skull with a deep groan.
βG-god damn.β He breathes, trying to pick his head up off his shoulders. βAlways f-forget howβhahβhow g-good you are at this.β
You blink up at him innocently as you pull your mouth off him.
βYou donβt think about me?β You tease, kitten licking at his crown as you twirl your hands around his length.
βOf course I think about you, pretty girl.β Suguru coos, hand reaching down to stroke your cheek. βAll the time.β
βJust not enough to remember how much you love my mouth.β You giggle, running your tongue from base to tip.
You watch the way Suguru loses his ability to focus on what youβre even saying anymore. Eyes fighting the urge to roll into his head when you lean down and lightly suck on his balls.
βI-I canβtβhahβfocus when you d-doβshitβthaaat.β He whimpers, muscular thighs trembling.
You love knowing that even after all this time you still have this effect on him. The knowledge makes you rub your thighs together to relieve the pressure of your throbbing cunt, your slick dampening your panties even further.
Nothing makes you feel more powerful than watching the way you can make your ex β a man so big and strong β crumble, using nothing but your mouth.
βDo what?β You pout innocently. βWhen I do this?β You ask, repeating the action.
This time Suguru canβt avoid it, his eyes roll back and he chokes on his own saliva.
βY-yes. Tha-aat. F-fuck.β He moans.
When youβre done with your sweet torture, you swirl your tongue around his tip before sliding his length back down your throat. Not stopping until your nose is pressing into the dark, trimmed hair at the base.
Suguru makes the mistake of looking down. His eyes lock with your teary ones, watching the way you force yourself to stay down.
The image of you gagging and drooling all over him, saliva coating his pale skin as you keep your eyes locked on his is about to send him over the edge.
He canβt help the way his hips attempt to buck into your mouth. Attempt to force his cock just that little bit further down your throat.
Just when you feel his length begin to twitch more rapidly and harden even further, you cruelly pull your mouth off him. His dick falling against his stomach, twitching in need.
βThat was m-mean.β Suguru pouts at you, chest heaving.
You stand up from between his legs, running your hands up his chest as you stand.
βMean?β You ask with a raised brow.
The raven haired man is in a trance as he watches you unclip your bra and throw it across the room.
βBut Sugu, if you cum now that means you canβt fuck me straight away.β You say innocently, doe eyes staring into his. βDonβt you wanna fuck me?β You ask, running your hand over your now bare chest, lightly grazing your nipple and giving him a teeth rottingly sweet smile.
You giggle at the way Suguruβs eye twitches, his restraint beginning to slip.
Before another thought can even cross your mind youβre on your back against his navy bedspread.
You gasp at the way your ex is now looming over you. His pretty violet eyes darkening with lust.
βYouβre fucking evil.β He growls before he starts attacking your neck. Kissing and sucking like his life depends on it.
βS-Suguββ you moan when you feel his teeth lightly graze against your skin, your nails digging into his back.
You can feel Suguru smile against your skin.
βMy favourite sound.β He mumbles softly.
Suguru leaves searing kisses across your collar bones as he begins to trail his lips south, stopping for a few minutes to give some attention to his favourite tits. Licking and sucking at them both before he continues his descent.
He kisses and licks his way down your stomach, groaning into your skin about how soft you are and how good you smell before he reaches the hem of your panties.
Those darkened eyes peer up at you as a smirk twitches on his lips at the way your breathing is increasing before he grabs under your knees and presses them back to slide between your legs.
Suguru begins pressing feather light kisses across the inside of your thighs. Your hand slips into his hair, gently holding onto the soft strands as he holds eye contact with you.
βP-please, Sugu. No teasing.β You pout softly. βOh you want me to be nice after the little stunt you just pulled?β He chuckles.
As funny as it was at the time, that teasing is really starting to bite you in the ass right now.
Suguru takes his middle finger and gently pats where your clit is under your panties. The little plap plap plap thatβs heard in response makes your cheeks tinge red.
βLook at that. Always so fucking wet for me. Arenβt you, pretty girl?β He smiles when you try to hide your fluster behind your arm. Your hips unconsciously squirming closer to his face.
βNuhuh, donβt get shy on me now. Who is this pussy wet for?β Suguru asks, his finger now rubbing gentle circles on your clit. βY-you, Suguru. Only you.β You choke out.
You hear the rumble of satisfaction that leaves Suguruβs chest at your confirmation.
When Suguru pulls your panties to the side and the cool air hits your core, you could cry.
Heβs got you worked up and desperate for the relief of his warm, wet tongue working you in a way only he knows how.
Your hand tightens in his hair when he leans forward and licks one fat stripe from bottom to top.
Suguru growls at the taste of you on his tongue again.
βFuck, always so sweet.β He mumbles against your slick skin.
His hands grip your panties before a loud rip echoes through the air. All he gives you is a quick βoops.β
Then his attack descends.
Heβs licking, sucking and kissing at your pussy like a man possessed. Diving his face into you like youβre his source of oxygen.
βO-oh my gooood.β You cry as he wraps his lips around your clit. Your legs tremble and your hands gripping his hair to keep him close.
Not like he had any intention of pulling away in the first place.
Suguruβs tongue is running up and down your slit before he starts shaking his head slowly from side to side.
Itβs messy and so so nasty. The room filled with nothing but your moans, the loud squelching of your wet cunt and Suguru groaning into you in response.
You can feel your climax beginning to burn hot in your belly, the intensity slowly creeping up and up and up.
You know thereβs every chance heβs about to take revenge at this moment for his teasing earlier, so you do the only thing you can.
And just as youβd done to him, Suguru pulls away before you can reach your high.
The mewl that escapes your lips makes Suguru chuckle as he places kisses on your skin.
βT-that was mean, S-Suguru.β You hiccup. βIt makes us even.β He snorts. βBesides, the only place youβre cumming is all over this cock.β He tells you as he climbs back up your body.
βYou see, first Iβm gonna put just the tip in. Give that pretty pussy some time to get used to me again.β He begins. βThen Iβm gonna slide allll the way in.β He whispers lowly, a smirk tugging at his lips as his fingers gently brush just under your belly button.
βAnd youβre gonna feel me riiiiight here, pretty girl.β He smiles, holding eye contact with you as he presses down gently.
βR-right there? But thatβs s-so deep, Sugu.β You stutter. βMhm. But you can take it for me canβt you?β He whispers against your lips. You nod slowly, your pussy clenching in anticipation.
Suguru smiles before he kisses you deeply, his tongue swiping against yours sensually. βGood girl.β He mumbles against your lips as you mewl at him in response.
Suguru begins to rut himself against you. You can feel him leaking all over your cunt. The lewd shlick shlick shlick sound from your combined juices echoing in the room.
Your hands slide up to hold his face, forcing him to look into your eyes. βP-please. I need you.β You whimper against his lips.
Suguru didnβt need to be told twice.
He sits back on his heels, grabbing himself at the base as he rubs himself up and down your aching slit.
Your legs are balanced around his hips and tremble each time his tip trails over your clit.
Suguruβs jaw goes slack watching and feeling the way you leak all over his cock and the sheets below.
Tears prickle your waterline as your hole clenches in desperation. Suguru canβt help but chuckle at the glazed over look in your eyes. He has you right where he wants you.
The second he presses his fat tip into your weeping hole your eyes roll back and your body relaxes in relief.
βShiiiit.β Suguru hisses at the way your pussy clings to his tip desperately. He canβt relax for a second or he really will bust no more than 3 seconds in.
βM-more.β You pant frantically, your nails clawing at Suguruβs hips trying to pull him in further.
βNot yet.β Suguru grits out. βMore, Sugu. P-please.β You cry. βAll of it.β
You watch the way Suguruβs jaw ticks.
Before you can carry out any more pleading, he suddenly sinks all the way home. Folding your legs back further so he can get deeper. His hands, gripping under your knees with a bruising grip, tremble.
βF-fuckβuhβs-shitββ Suguru curses as he squeezes his eyes shut. Mind trying to focus on anything other than the way his balls tighten and squeeze with the need to cum pressed right up against your cervix.
Your mouth hangs open and more tears begin to line your eyes as a choked moan rips from your throat.
God, your ex has a stupidly big dick with an even more stupidly mean curve.
You try to squirm back slightly, struggling to move in Suguruβs grip.
βNuhuh. You said yβwanted more. Wanted all of it. Now you gottaβhahβ take it.β He grunts, pulling you back down to the base. βC-canβtββ you cry. βSβtoo much.β
βOh, pretty girl. Iβve not even started yet.β He grins wickedly.
Suguru pulls his hips back until only the tip remains inside. His jaw clenching at the way his cock glistens and gleams in the light, dripping with your arousal.
When he slams his hips back into you a scream gets caught in your throat. Your hands scramble to grab onto something, anything to keep you grounded.
Your hands eventually end up reaching for Suguru, your nails scratch at his arms and shoulders as you pull him down to you so youβre now face to face.
βShh, pretty girl. Shh. Iβve got you.β Suguru soothes as you gasp and whimper.
He pulls his hips back slowly before sinking into you again. Finding a slow pace to start at. To give you time to adjust.
Suguru chuckles at the tears beginning to slide down your cheeks as he cradles your head, rocking himself into you.
βYou crying for me, baby?β He asks quietly. βJust feels so g-good.β You whimper as you cling to him. βYeah? My pretty crybaby loves this dick, donβt you?β He teases as you nod pathetically.
βSβall yours, pretty girl. Just gotta take it.β He smiles as his hips pick up the pace.
You bite your lip, trying to hold back some of the noises desperately trying to escape your throat.
βNope. Let me hear it, baby. Scream for me.β Suguru demands as he delivers a particularly hard and deep thrust.
As if on cue, a scream tears out of you. Suguru grunts appreciatively in response. βThatβs it. Thatβs my girl.β
The next few minutes pass in a blur of ecstasy, filthy words and red marks down Suguruβs back.
Before you know it, he has you right back where you were before.
Your belly burning hot, tingles running up your spine, pussy clenching, legs trembling and jaw slack as you gasp for air.
βS-Suguru, Suguru, Suguruββ keeps leaving your mouth like a mantra and Suguru can only grunt back, hips slamming into you relentlessly as his thumb slides over your clit.
βThatβs it, pretty girl. Cumβhahβcum for me. Give it tβme.β He pleads.
Why did this man have to look so good when he was fucking you?
Raven hair sticking to his forehead, muscles rippling with his every thrust βnot to mention the way his skin was glistening with sweat.
You didnβt know what was about to make you cum harder. His actions or just looking at him.
Your back arches as you cum so hard you think youβre about to pass out.
βThaaatβs it. So pretty when youβre cumming for me.β He praises, hips slowing their pace as he watches you come down from your high.
Suguru chuckles when you finally go limp in his arms.
βYou did so well for me.β He tells you as he presses kisses to your sweaty forehead. βCanβt f-feel my l-legs.β You giggle.
βWell you better find it cause Iβm not done with you yet.β He grins as he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach.
Yeah, you donβt think youβre gonna leave here walking at this rate.
A couple of nights later you lay in bed, giggling at the glowing screen in front of you as texts flow between you and Suguru.
Heβs been asking to see you again for the past couple of days.
You canβt help the way you bite your lip and the giggles that continue to flow out of your mouth as the texting gets flirtier.
Should you be seeing him again? No. But one more time canβt hurt, right?
Across town Suguru lies in bed, smirking at his screen when a new text from you pops up.
The sheets rustle beside him, causing him to freeze and turn his phone screen to the side.
βWhoβre you texting this late?β A tired voice comes from beside him.
A small manicured hand runs over his chest as Suguru clicks the screen off quickly, setting his phone on the bedside table.
βNo one, baby. Go back to sleep.β Suguru smiles softly, pressing a kiss to her hand.
βWas it a girl?β The woman asks, rubbing at her eyes. βCourse not. Just a friend. You know youβre my favourite girl.β He responds, charm turned up to 100.
The woman smiles softly as Suguru pulls her into his chest, drifting back off to sleep.
Itβs a lie.
Sheβs not his favourite girl. Not even close.
Sheβs just yet another warm body that Suguru buries himself in as a distraction lately.
Is it messed up to be using her and every other girl heβs had over recently? Of course it is.
But whatβs a man to do when his true favourite girl keeps telling him it's a bad idea.
Art is by arekushisu_11 on IG.
A/N: apologies for the delay on this but I finally got it finished. Hope yβall enjoy ex!Suguru. Also, this isnβt thoroughly edited so I apologise for any mistakes.
β summary: your waste of space boyfriend is a 2 pump chump who leaves you unsatisfied and then ditches you. When your best friend sees your upset and frustration he only wants to help. What else are best friends for?
β warnings: cheating (technically but ya boyfriend is a bum soβ¦), cursing, smut, non sorcerer au, fem!reader
β disclaimer: I do NOT condone cheating in any way, shape or form unless itβs with Satoru Gojo.
β wc: 2.3k
β a/n: do I have other things Iβm supposed to be writing? Yes. But I wrote this instead. whoops. Im not even gonna lie to yβall, this was inspired by π½ teehee
βW-we shouldnβt be d-doing this, Toru.β You mumble against his lips, making no attempt to stop the heated kisses.
Satoru currently has you pressed against the wall just inside his apartment. One leg hiked up over his arm while the other keeps you steady on the floor.
Your dress now situated around your waist, heels still on and your pantiesβ
Well, your panties were thrown somewhere a while ago. Just before Satoru had been on his knees.
Probably about 10 minutes ago, maybe more. When his azure eyes stared into your soul while your hands gripped his snowy strands and you ground your pussy all over his tongue. Cries of βF-fuck, Toru.β And chants of βyes, yes yesββ left you while Satoru told you to use him. Use his tongue.
This all started after you showed up to the club in a foul mood. Ranting to your best friend about how your bum of a boyfriend had been a 2 pump chump earlier this evening before he ditched you for his friends. Without so much as a sorry, see ya.
Satoru had always hated that guy. So what else was he to do but make his sweet, sweet best friend forget all about her earlier frustrations.
Now, your arms are locked around his neck for extra stability while Satoru has his free hand playing with your cunt.
βI know, sweet girl, I know.β Satoru groans, sucking up all your little whimpers as he strokes your clit. Youβre practically dripping all over his hand.
βThis is such a bad idea.β You moan into his mouth as one hand slides down his chest to unzip his pants and slide into his briefs.
βSuch a bad idea.β He reiterates as you suck on his tongue. Your hand pulling out and stroking his length thatβs coated in pre, making the slip and slide so much easier.
βI should leave.β You whimper.
Satoru pulls your hand away from his length and positions himself to slide between your folds. Your slick coating his length immediately as he thrusts his hips back and forth slowly.
βYeah?β He grunts into your mouth. You nod weakly as you suck on his bottom lip, small whimpers leaving you as he continues thrusting. Your hips twitching at the stimulation.
You stare into each other eyes, breaths mingling from how close you are. The room filled with the shlick! shlick! shlick! noise as Satoru coats his cock in your arousal.
βWell, let me walk you out then.β Satoru groans as he angles himself against your clenching hole, sliding into you so deep your eyes meet the back of your skull.
You are so mind numblingly wet he just slid right in.
Both of you freeze, panting heavily into each others mouths as your hands grip his shoulders. The intensity of pleasure you both feel from just him sliding in is overwhelming.
You both pant and gasp into each others mouths as Satoru starts thrusting. One hand gripping your ass so he can keep you in place.
βO-oh my god. Holy s-shiiit.β You whimper as Satoru begins to pound into you, your arms locking around his neck. βYou f-feel soβhahβso fucking good.β Satoru breathes against your neck.
Satoru moves his hand to push at his pants and briefs, making them slide down his hips and hit the floor with a soft thud. βH-hold onto me tight.β He grunts.
Your brain short circuits when Satoru lifts your other leg over his arm, so youβre now fully balanced in his arms, and begins pounding into you harder.
Youβre pretty sure thereβs gonna be a dent in his wall in the shape of your ass after this.
βToru, oh my g-gooood, Toru.β You cry as you feel him so deep it feels like heβs in your stomach.
Your hands claw at his clothed upper back while he attacks your neck with his tongue, groaning into your skin about how wet you are and how well youβre taking him.
βDoes heβhahβdoes he even fuck you? Tight f-fucking pussy.β Satoru groans into your neck.
Youβre pretty sure you go cross eyed when Satoru delivers a particularly deep thrust, the curve of his dick digging directly into your gspot.
βR-rightβughβright there, Toru. Donβt stop.β You mewl as your eyes begin to lose focus.
Satoru presses into you closer as he begins to grind his hips into you. Simultaneously stimulating your clit and gspot in the process.
βYeah? Right there?β Satoru lets out a desperate chuckle. βOh sheβs gripping me so fucking t-tight.β
You just respond to him in mindless babbling, too caught up in the feeling of Satoru rearranging your guts to talk any sense.
βI-Iβm cuββ you squeal before Satoru feels you gush around his cock. βOh, holy f-fuck.β Satoru growls as your cunt pulses and grips him rhythmically, still pounding into you.
Well, trying too. But the way your pussy keeps gripping makes it hard for him to even try and pull back out. Itβs like sheβs trying to suck him in and keep him there.
Satoru slows down his thrusts as you slowly blink your eyes open.
βHi.β He chuckles. βH-hi.β You stutter, still trying to recover from your high.
Satoru slowly releases your wobbly legs as he kisses and sucks down your neck. Adding to his marks from earlier.
βHope you know Iβm not done with you yet.β Satoru chuckles as he kicks off his pants and briefs.
He takes your hand, guiding you on wobbly legs over to his sofa, your heels clicking against the flooring as you follow behind.
When Satoru drops onto the couch you watch the way his cock bobs before it falls onto his tshirt covered abs.
His length glistening with your arousal and the blush pink tip looks so pretty it makes your mouth water.
βLike what you see?β He teases. You nod slowly as you climb onto his sofa, turning yourself sideways so you can face his lap with your ass up in the air.
Satoru watches you intently as your eyes zero in on his cock, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
βWant a taste, sweet girl?β He asks softly, hand stroking your hair as you move your face closer.
βPlease.β You breathe as you slowly wrap your hand around the base. βGo ahead.β He smiles gently.
Satoru chokes on air the moment your soft plump lips wrap around the head of his cock.
βFuuuuuuck.β He groans, manspreading his legs and leaning his head back against the sofa as you begin to bob your head.
You pull off with a pop so you can dribble spit down his length before you use your hand to spread it all over.
βYou taste good, Toru.β You say sweetly, blinking at him slowly as you lean forward to run your tongue over his tip. βI taste like you.β He grunts out, forcing his head up so he can look at you.
You let out a soft giggle before you lean down and take him into your mouth again while Satoru pulls your hair back for you.
Satoruβs jaw goes slack as you hold eye contact with him. That warm, wet mouth englufing his rigidly hard cock.
You force yourself down further, spit bubbling and dripping from the sides of your mouth as you aim to take him all.
Satoru canβt help the whimper that escapes his throat as he stares down at his sweet little best friend gagging and slobbering around his cock.
βYou look soβughβso p-pretty with your mouth f-full of me, s-sweet girl.β He chokes out.
Your lips twitch with a smile as you bob your head, one hand coming up to stroke what you canβt fit yet.
βF-fuck, oh s-shit.β Your best friend groans as you suck and stroke his cock like a pro.
Of course Satoruβs received head before, but never from his best friends whoβs currently throating him with such perfection heβs jealous of any man whoβs been with you before now.
Itβs so wet and messy. The shlick! shlick! shlick! of you stroking his spit covered cock, the sound of you gagging and whimpering around his cockβeven the sight alone is just so fucking nastyβitβs about to send him over the edge if you donβt stop.
βFuck. Youβhahβyou need to s-stop.β Satoru says through gritted teeth as his grip on your hair tightens. βP-please, sweet girl. Mβgonna cum down that tight t-throat if you donβt stop.β He whimpers.
Hearing your best friend whimper because of you is turning you on in ways you never knew even existed.
When Satoru continues to whimper and beg you eventually pull off of him with the most lewd pop.
Satoru grabs your cheeks, pulling you up to his mouth. βThat fucking throat is dangerous.β He growls against your lips before he kisses you.
The kiss turns nasty. Filled with tongue and spit as Satoru pulls you into his lap.
You rut your hips against his twitching length, whimpering into his mouth every time his tip drags over your clit.
βWant more, sweet girl?β Satoru asks as he wraps a hand around your throat. You nod with a soft mewl.
Satoru can practically see the hearts in your eyes at this point from the promise of more dick.
βGreedy fucking pussy.β Satoru grunts as his hand collides with your ass.
Satoru lines himself up with your enterance before he pulls your hips down on him.
Both of you feel your eyes roll back as he sinks into you again. The bliss coursing through your veins making you tremble.
βRide it.β Satoru demands, hand popping your ass.
You slowly lift and drop your hips down on him, then again, then again.
Youβre trying, really you are, but heβs so deepβfeeling like his dick might pop one of your lungsβitβs making your legs weak.
βOh, is it too much for you?β Satoru pouts teasingly, hand still on your throat and forcing you to look at him. βY-yes.β You choke out as your nails dig into his shoulders.
Satoru chuckles before you feel him wrap one arm around your waist while the other grips your thigh.
Before you know it, heβs flipped you onto your back and without giving you a second to even take a breath, he begins pounding into you again.
βSaβhahβSatoru!β You cry out. βS-sorry.β He grunts. βPretty pussy just feels so g-good, I c-canβtβughβcanβt stop.β He grits out.
Satorus thrusts are borderline feral. His hips are out of control like heβs being driven by primal need alone.
He brings his lips back to yours, sucking on your tongue and swallowing all your little noise while his hips drive into you.
You feel his cock swell even more when you grip around him as he hits your gspot with precision.
Suddenly, you can feel yourself and Satoru beginning to slip off of the sofa, most likely due to his relentless pace.
βT-Toru, weβre gonna f-faββ is about all you get out before Satoruβs back is on his living room rug. You, now on top, again.
You both giggle at the situation but those giggles quickly morph into moans when you slowly lift your hips and drop them back down on his long cock.
βFuck, donβt stop.β Satoru growls, hand back on your neck and pulling you down to him.
Your lips meet in another sloppy kiss as you keep bouncing your ass on him.
Satoruβs big hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling them apart so he can hit deeper as he helps you bounce on him.
βSβdeepββ you mutter mindlessly.
Your legs are beginning to tire but you can feel another orgasm creeping up on you, driving you to keep going.
βOh, youβre gonna make me c-cum.β Satoru pants as he sucks on your neck. βDonβt stop, sweet girl. Fuuuββ
You can feel your legs beginning to give way, your poor pussy clenching desperately with the need to cum again.
βC-canβt, Toru. I canβt.β You growl, frustration lacing your voice.
Damn him and his knee weakening dick.
βNo, no, no, no.β Satoru grits. βDonβt stop, h-here just let meββ
Once again, Satoru flips you onto your back with lightning speed. Your back hitting the rug with a soft oof.
Satoruβs hips begin slamming into your pelvis with frightening precision as his fingers gently circle your clit.
βC-cum for me.β He pants. βOne more time, sweet girl. C-cum all over this dick. P-please, I need you to justββ
Your pussy responds to him like heβs her master. You immediately begin to gush all over his cock again.
βSβtoru, Toru. F-fuck, Iβm c-cumming.β You whimper. βThatβs it, sweet girl. Sβall yours. C-cum all over it.β Satoru pants.
As your high begins to die down you feel Satoruβs cock begin to swell and twitch.
βF-fuck, this pretty pussy is g-gonna make me c-cum.β He groans. βOh s-shitβhahβI-Iβm cumming.β
You feel Satorus cock kick and pulse, your pretty pink walls getting painted white as Satoru lets out a broken call of your name.
Satoru drops down onto you gently, his hips still grinding into yours. Heβs cumming so much you feel it begin to spill out of you, making you feel so fucking full.
βH-holy s-shit.β He breathes against your neck with a sigh.
Your nails gently scratch at his undercut as you lay on the living room rug coming down together.
βFeel better?β Satoru mumbles against your neck. βMhm.β You giggle. βYouβre really comfortable yβknow.β He grins against your skin. βYeah, well your floor isnβt.β You snort.
Satoru Gojo, your best friend. What else are best friends for, right?
Synopsis. Falling right back in love with the cult leader youβre supposed to kΓll? Happens more often than youβd think.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x ReaderΒ
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, friends/lovers to enemies to lovers, oral (fem receiving), facesΓtting, creampΓe, slight Gojo x Reader, running away from it, Suguru is so SOOO in love still, unprotected, spΓtting, kinda angsty, hurt/comfort, mentions of bIood and knΓves, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.4k
A/N. I was listening to fantasmas while writing this so take that how you will LMAO.
The difficult part, surprisingly, wasnβt infiltrating Geto Suguruβs Time Vessel Association. No, a few faux tears, a decoy curse, and you were in - stepping through his grandiose hideout. The difficult part was convincing yourself that you were here to kill him.Β
Something that utterly foolish little part of yourself still had trouble believing - even when you had a knife to his throat.Β
βAny last words?β you spit, muffled through your mask, thankful for the way it covers up just how much your voice shakes. Maybe because of the way his lips curl into a familiar smile, maybe from his cool dagger pressing against the back of your neck.
Seconds away from a bloodbath.Β
You donβt know if youβre breathing - or if he is either. Eyes locked on the way Sugur- your target only raises his hand up, up, up - getting ready to strike. To kill. Only youβd get him first and-
Snip!
Youβre not dead. But you might as well have been, because your mask falls onto the tatami mat with a deafening clatter.Β
βYouβre as beautiful as the day I lost you.β
Itβs hard not to remember.Β
βYou donβt have any right to say that.β your knees tighten around where you had him straddled to the ground. Your hand pinning one of his down, blade digging deeper into Suguruβs pale neck - eyeing the slow, steady drop of blood that beads down it. βDidnβt think youβd remember me, either.β
With your mask now no longer on your face, you could traitorously take in that relaxed grin - as if your life wasnβt in his hands right now. As if he didnβt care.Β
Suguruβs hair was much longer now, splayed out across the floor inkily. Circling around his broad shoulders, around the eyes that were just a bit harder than they were ten years ago. And yet, you catch the way they flicker briefly with something so raw as he whispers gently, βHow could I ever forget my first love?β
So quiet that you couldβve blamed it on your imagination - and you wish you did.Β
Itβs so unfair.Β
Unfair how you let out a gasp, despite yourself. Unfair how you were the best sword wielder that Jujutsu had to offer, yet your fingers tremble on your knife. Heart stuttering at the mere sight of the way his eyes crinkle with the beginnings of a smile. Pleading, like all he could see was you from what felt like a thousand lifetimes ago.Β
Those golden years. Back when rare Susanoomon cards were what youβd fight over, and the only stains heβd wipe off were from the grassy grounds of Jujutsu High, still faint underneath the encrusted blood on that uniform nestled away deep in his wardrobe.
You manage to grit out, βShut up. You left me- us.β
βI did.β
Like it was all he wanted to see.Β
βYou never loved me.β
βI do.β
Your voice is shrill at this point, words stumbling over each other. βYouβve massacred more people than youβve saved.β
Suguru wastes no time denying - or in any niceties. Looking right into your absolutely crazed eyes as he answers, βI have.β And his answer rings so hollow and emotionless in your ears, cold-blooded. Absolutely nothing like the boy you remembered. The one that would laugh and steal you away to take you around campus on his bicycle, all because the next class was βtoo farβ.
βI- fuck.β You place both hands on the hilt of your blade, distantly registering the way that Suguru lets his own drop onto the floor. βI should kill you- I should kill you right now.β
Just one flick of your wrist. Fast and simple.Β
In and out - exactly like youβd been ordered to.Β
βAnd to die by your hand would be a death that someone like me doesnβt deserve.β
You both jolt when your knife hits the ground - as if neither of you were expecting it. And before you can stop yourself, youβre fisting his thick robes, pulling Suguruβs face up closer to yours. Mere inches away.Β
βThen- then Iβll-β you choke, a hand coming up to dig into the sides of his milky neck, leaving neat, red indents on his skin. βIβll kill you with my own hands, Suguru.β
And heβs known you for years - would never admit it, but was by your side for only half as long as heβd watched over you.Β
Saw - only from a distance -Β those big fat tears you cried at graduation, the curve of your lips as you pulled a very reluctant Nanami into a hug outside his new office building. The steely look in your eyes meeting Satoruβs much softer one, telling him first how youβre going into teaching. And the smile on your face when you thought of who else might have, too. If heβd gotten the chance.
Always hidden.
Never so close to this frenzied glint in your gaze, a tiny sob threatening to escape your lips. Never like this - and yet, he never thinks youβve looked so beautiful.Β
But what would someone like him know about beauty, anyway?
You flinch as Suguru reaches a hand up to thumb away the furrow between your brows, catching on the single, stray tear sitting at your cheekbone. Whispering - so low that you involuntarily crane your head closer to hear - βStill such a crybaby.β
βAnd youβre still going to be the death of me.β
Soft - Suguruβs lips are as soft as you imagined. And itβs not exactly the tender, picture-perfectly romantic first kiss his teenage self dreamt up with you, but fuck if he wasnβt going to remember this like it was.Β
Perfect.Β
Pretty lips smothering yours, all slow and sensual. Drinking in those deliciously breathless gasps of yours as he sucks on your candied lips.Β
You gasp, βSuguru.β and it comes out teary. Making you finally register the wetness rolling down your cheeks, glistening against the dim lighting. You tighten your grip around his neck, βThis wonβt fix-β
βI know.β Fuck, does he know better than anyone else.Β
A hand slides up your forearm, the other cupping your face to pull you closer. Heβs running his hot tongue along your cheek, pooling your salty tears on his lips. βBut let me make you forget - if just for tonight. Please.β
The only answer Suguru gets is your fingers leaving his neck, dancing feather-light across his sculpted shoulders to slide under his robe. Feeling the smooth plane of his pecs underneath your palm, that traitorously thundering heartbeat he wishes he could slow down. βKiss me.β
βFuck.β he pants into your open mouth. The sight of your glossy, slightly puffy lips having him surge forward to reattach his with yours with a pained grunt. βGod- jusβ a bit more, my love.β
Again. And again and again- like he was addicted.Β
Heβd always been, with you, anyway.
You let out a sinful sound of his name when Suguru kisses down your neck, lips slotting over your racing pulse. Throbbing and so real under his lips, remembering how he used to feel this song under his arms long before.Β
βOh- shit.β you moan, when his now rougher - larger - hands sneak underneath your crumpled shirt, deftly unbuttoning. Unbuckling. Impatient. βSugu-β
A hoarse groan leaves him, only spurring him to all but rip the rest of your uniform off your body faster.Β
And at the first sight of you clad in nothing but your panties, Suguruβs kiss-bitten lips are falling slack. Brows shooting up into the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead now, βBeen missing out, hm?β Heβs dipping a hand down to run the back of his index along your clothed, puffy folds. Up and down. βReally been-β Heart clenching when he remembers the way Satoru now looks at you with a familiar glint. One he knew all too well. β-missing out, my love.β
Youβre only trailing your fingers along his cheek - his neck, grazing over that little mark from your blade. He groans - maybe from your touch, probably from the way youβre dragging your cunt across that massive bulge underneath you. βPlease, Suguru. Wanβ you.βΒ
And if Geto Suguru has spent ten years denying himself, surely he could sacrifice it for the way he lifts your stuttering, sloppy hips up so easily. All the way up until they were hovering over his mouth, hot breath hitting your clothed cunt.Β
βWanna taste you.β he groans, spying on the way your slick beads through your panties. βWanβ see if youβre as hah- sweet as I imagined. Please.β
And heβs obsessed with the way youβre sinking yourself down so gently, cock jumping at the thought of you afraid youβd suffocate him - as if you didnβt have your blade at his throat just minutes ago.
βFuuuck, donβt worry, pretty.β he groans, soft darting to lick at the juices smeared across your inner thighs. βSome more now. Put it all on me, I can take it- fuck-β
Your syrupy sweet cunt has Geto losing whateverβs left of his fucking restraint, dark eyes rolling to the back of his head because you were so sweet. So pretty looking down at him with your glassy eyes. So addictive. He moans, chest heaving as he breathes in your essence. βWhat happened to that feist from earlier? Gonna hafta do a lilβ more than that now.β
βB-but-β
Itβs at this moment you realize that at any given moment Suguru couldβve easily taken the upper hand. A hand of his pulls down your hesitant hips, swollen lips against your covered ones in such a filthy kiss.Β
He hums into your folds, bunching your panties between them. βMmm. Shit- jusβ like I imagined.β Hot tongue dipping just underneath the flimsy fabric to feel out your sloppy entrance, βBetter, even. Jusβ look how well youβre taking me, pretty.β
But you donβt - too scared to find out that youβd like the sight more than you should. How you wished you could go back to the golden days where it didnβt matter - wasnβt a matter of life and death. And something else entirely.Β
And this dilemma has Suguruβs brows furrowing, sharp canines lightly nipping at one of your swollen folds. Wanting to see how itβs him - despite everything, itβs still him making you feel this way. βNone of that now.β
RIP!
With this you have to look down, a desperate whine leaving your stupid mouth at the fucking sinful sight down below. Your panties now a tattered excuse in between Suguruβs teeth, baring them with such a devilish grin right up at you.Β
βSee?β he spits out the fabric onto the floor beside him, half-lidded eyes peering up at you so sultry. Looking right at you as his tongue lolls out, spreading your bare, needy folds shamefully. βIsnβt this much better?β
βHngh- fuck, yes-β you slide your fingers through his now-messy hair, falling out of that half-bun. Jolting on top with each push of his tongue past that feeble ring of resistance, the lewd squelches leaving you with each graze of the wet muscle against your walls. βShit- Suguru it feels too good. So deep ngh-β
He swats a hand against your ass, making you sit your slutty hips down deeper, all the way till Suguruβs jaw was grinding so greedily against your cunt. Tongue bullying past your folds in and out in and out in and-
βGod- hah-β heβs pulling away to gasp deep lungfuls of air - secondary, to the way he was back immediately to making out so hotly with your tight pussy. βMmm fuck. This cute lil cunt is so needy. Sβlike youβre trynna suck my tongue off.β Thumb reaching up to draw slow, languid circles that have you throwing your head back. βSo perfect.β
Your delirious mouth is dropping open, body moving before your mind as you strain to reach your hand behind. Trembling. Shaky when you manage to cup Suguruβs aching erection.Β
βG-guess mβnot the only one ah- needy, hm?β you smirk, having him bucking and spitting out harsh little profanities with each rub of your palm down his drenched length.Β
Suguru doesnβt give you a response - because his fingers are speaking on his behalf. Dipping into your sloppy hole, locating your g-spot, as if on instinct. Heβs milking your pretty cunt while he roams for those sweet spots. Lips muffling around your throbbing clit, βYouβre always right, my love. You always were.β
And his words are so gentle - mouth so sloppy. Squelches so obscene.Β
Nose pressing up at the top of your abdomen, cheeks hollowing wetly around the sensitive nub. Letting your juices drip all the way down his chin, his jaw, dangerously close to that cut on his neck.Β
The hand sliding back and forth across the swollen outline of his cock had Suguru get more frenzied. Faster. Like it was his personal mission to make you cum on his tongue before he fucking passed out.Β
Penetrating your gummy hole with both his fingers and his tongue, spreading it open more. And itβs all you can do to keen, βOh- oh my god.β Riding Suguruβs pretty face harder. βShit- mβclose, Suguru.β
βAlways right.β he gasps, swiping his tongue faster across your clit. βAlways perfectβ Alternating between squeezing back into your hole, your sweet spots. Stretching out your gummy walls as far as theyβd go. βAlways made fβme.β Assaulting it with both his fingers and his tongue. Again. And again and again and- βJusβ wish I got to have you sooner.β
His words make you snap your eyes up from his mean mouth to meet his gaze, devouring you as greedily and depraved as his tongue. They make your thighs burn with the effort to drag your sloppy pussy faster.
They make you cum - shaking, crying out little mewls of βNgh- fuck. Mβcumming mβcumming mβcumming.β
The way your voice is breaking at the end of each moan has Suguruβs cock straining so painfully against his trousers. One hand firmly on your waist, arching you deeper to tongue you through your high in ways heβs only ever dared to imagine.Β
Ways heβs selfishly hoped only he could - even after all these years, the sight of any other man looking at you wrong having his irritation flaring.Β
βSβright.β his voice is sending stars bursting behind your lids, tongue even worse. Having you pleading and so sensitive. βI got you, my love. Give it tβme.β Messy - not as forgiving as heβd like to be. βGive it alllll to me.β
And you do - all but smothering Suguruβs eager tongue with all your sweet juices. Ones heβs lapping up happily, tilting his head back as far as itβd go on the floor, letting your heady slick fill up his throat. His pussydrunk lips let out a hiss, both at the burn of that cut on his neck, and the way youβre desperately pulling your hips back.Β
Too overstimulated. Too fucking sensitive. Too much - but it would never be enough for Suguru.Β
βPlease, Suguru.β you sob at the way your limp hips are being pulled back by a needy Suguru. βMβtoo sensitive. I- fuck-β Heβs only lapping at your quivering cunt leisurely, smirk prominent against your swollen folds.Β
And itβs all you can do to deliriously slip a hand underneath his robes, a desperate attempt to keep whatever shred of sanity you have left. Fingers feeling down his unfairly toned abs, the tufts of hair at his pelvis, reaching-
βOh fuck!β Your heavy eyes admire the way Suguru arches into your touch in surprise - like he couldnβt help himself. Eyes flying open, glossy, plump lips curling into a disbelieving grin, βYa really are made fβme, huh?βΒ
Thatβs all it takes for Suguru to head to your lewd whims, bruising fingers on your hips finally loosening to let you sit your sloppy cunt back down on his lap - except, this time, you were seated directly on his rock-hard cock. Pussy lips spreading around his length to just soak him.Β
βOh, my love.β He sits up, splaying you out so prettily on his lap. βHow Iβve missed you.β
You donβt even register the way youβre raising your head up to meet Suguruβs - not until he spits. Once. Twice. Straight onto your awaiting tongue that you didnβt even realize you were sticking out, saccharine sweet saliva making such a mess when heβs crashing his lips into yours.Β
βYeahh, like that. Kiss me like that.β he slurs against your mouth, drunk off both sets of your sweet lips. Getting out through wet, sloppy pecks. βHow I wish I had you sooner.β
You can feel your heart thumping so wildly against your ribcage, matching the needy, needy staccato of Suguruβs cock throbbing between your puffy folds. And, well, you really canβt be blamed for the way you break the kiss to look down and oh-
Oh Suguru notices that furrow between your brows, kissing away the nervous little wobble in your lower lips as he grunts, βGod, youβre killinβ me.βΒ
Fuck. Killing him?
You were the one sent in for the kill, but it seems you wonβt be making it out here alive.Β
Because Suguru was so big, girth rubbing up against your thighs. So angry and heavy, smearing hot precum over his abs, your cunt, adding to add to the absolute mess. Long enough that you knew you wouldnβt be able to walk out of here - which, honestly, Suguru wouldβve preferred. To keep you with him forever.Β
To have you always mewling so prettily when heβs dragging his fat head down your sensitive slit. To have his name - and only his name - leave your bruised lips when heβs asking, βWhoβs got you this wet?βΒ
Youβre so cockdrunk already that youβre groaning mindlessly, βYou- Suguru-β
βNo, thatβs not what you call me.βΒ
And it takes you a few, long seconds to understand what heβs saying, all the while trying to focus with the leaky tip being pressed past your swollen folds. Slow. Torturous. Hitting you so violently at the same time he slips past that first, slutty ring of muscle.Β
βSugu!β
A blinding grin splits across Suguruβs absolutely fucked-out face, brows furrowing together in ecstasy. βThatβs more hah- like it.β Not having heard that familiar little nickname - one of your many - fall from your lips since high school - one that makes a heart he forgot he had grow five sizes too large. βNow, just take me-β Hips bucking up, so strong and ruthless. β-like I know you can, okay?β
Over and over.Β
You canβt let out anything but barely-lucid whines at this point, letting Suguru sink in inch by fucking inch. Your walls stretched out so perfectly to take his sheer size. But the stretch- oh, the stretch.
Fuck, it has you clawing at Suguruβs exposed shoulders, fingers leaving angry, red marks down the muscles. An obscene ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips with each time he reels his hips back, only to bully his aching cock inside until he physically couldnβt.
βHngh- Sugu, sβtoo big-β You buck your hips down in shallow, tentative grinds to meet his filthy method of fitting in. βToo- much. Didnβt expect you to be so mean-β
βThe sorcerer that hah- held a knife to the infamous Geto Suguruβs neck-β he groans, hands groping your ass to move you further down his massive cock. To watch the way your sloppy entrance was stretching out so much to suck him up. β-can take this too, right? I know you can.β He reaches a deft thumb around to toy with your pretty clit, making your cunt relax like the good girl she is. Fucking up deeper, just a bit more mean. βYou- can-β
Several things happen at the tail end of Suguruβs sentence - heβs finally fitting in all in one go. With a calculated, harsh thrust up into your poor cunt, your ass is kissing his heavy balls, pussy rubbing against the hair at his hilt. So full and so much.
And Suguru knows he just might not see heaven - but shit, does he feel like heβs there right now. The feeling so good that both of you letting out mingling gasps of pleasure.Β
Your back falling onto the now soiled mats like such animals, the other not far behind.
βYou alright, my love?β Suguru hums against your throat when youβre managing to adjust somewhat to the stretch, aware enough to kiss the palm resting protectively underneath your head - making sure you donβt hurt yourself.
You bat your teary lashes, βNever been better, Sugu.β
And something about that makes him remember.Β
Remember the way youβd tell him the exact same thing when you fought with curses too strong for you - coming back to the dorms all battered and bruised, but alive. Flashing him that addictive grin, and a crooked thumbs up, βNever been better, Sugu. Gold, actually.β
His golden girl.
Shaking away the tightness at his throat, Suguru instead focuses on wrapping your trembling legs around his toned waist. Tight.
βSh-shit- youβre milkinβ me so good, fuck-β
Abs burning as he just drags his cock along your plushy walls, keeping your legs held wide open for him. So tight - like you were sucking the fucking soul out of him. Making sure to angle his hips in just the way thatβll have your eyes tearing at the way he was massaging all your sweet spots.Β
And sure enough - βO-oh my god-β you breathe, and shit, it was so hard to speak. Suguruβs cock too big, too depraved. Speeding up with every ram of his hips into a steady, mean pace. βJusβ like that, fuck-β
βMhm?β
You paw at his free hand settled by the side of your neck, trailing it down, down, down - rings and all - to the part of your stomach you could feel his thick tip hitting. A slight bulge, abusing your cervix over and over, βHere-β
β-sβwhere I belong.β
Your brows raise at his interjection, and you swipe away the long locks of hair partially covering Suguruβs face, legs tightening around his hips as you take a long, hard look. He repeats, βSβwhere I belong. Where ngh- you belong.β
Like some deep, dark part of him was trying to fuck out any and every doubt about this out of you - as if youβd have any - Suguruβs rolling his hips harder into yours. All the way until it almost hurt - until the sting of his twitching balls against your ass felt permanent, fingerpads pressing down so hard on your stomach.Β
Lips searing against yours, punctuating each word with a jagged, rough thrust. βBecause you sh-shouldnβt be ah- here. You shouldnβt be-β He drags you deeper onto his dick like some ragdoll, fingers frenzying on your clit. β-with me.β
Words slurring and as sloppy as his hips now.Β
βWh-why fuck- why wouldnβt I be?β
βHeh, you forgot?β Suguru spits out a chuckle, pushing you further and further up the mat with how bruising his hips were hitting yours. Alternating between marking your cervix - your g-spot - your gummy walls. βForgot how I told ya to live a better life than this?β Everything and anything. Hips smacking so loud, echoing in symphony with those melancholy words he parted with so long ago. βHow I told you to hngh- find a-another? Live a long life? To be happy?β
Now that Suguru was talking, it was like he couldnβt stop. Like a damn had been broken - both with his words and his movements. The curve of his dick drives you wild, veins molding your cunt into their shape.Β
Gritting his teeth to hold back the way his drenched balls squeeze so painfully, biting down on your lower lip. βYouβre s-supposed to kill me.β A drop of sweat splashing down on your cheek, βTo kill me and maybe youβll be hah- fuck mine in another universe. But not this one.β Itβs like heβs out of control now, βNever this one. You can have anybody else.β
And suddenly youβre having a flashback to just a week prior, to an uncharacteristically solemn Satoru telling you words you shouldβve been happy to hear. Quiet, and unassuming. Ones you knew that had you heard them before knowing Suguru, youβd have jumped into his arms - exactly how he hoped you would, the day of his departure.Β
Chuckling at you being such a βcrybabyβ about him leaving. After all, this was just meant to be, right?
But no.
Instead, youβre here. Bunching Suguruβs beautiful, glossy hair curtaining the sides of your head, into a ponytail. Difficult - with how he was getting faster. Harder. Just ravaging your hole until you were gaping and breathless.
And yet, arms trembling and limp, you still manage to reveal the boy you fell in love with - the one you could never forget. From the flush on his pretty face, to the twisted, sad curve of his mouth. And the eyes that bore into yours like they were searching for the same thing. Smiling, for the first time since you entered this place, βHow could I ever want anyone else, Sugu?β
The hand on your stomach is cupping your adorable face so softly - and itβs hard to believe those hands have killed. Betrayed.
Like they were capable of doing anything but as Suguru swipes the single tear glistening down your cheek, βStill a crybaby, huh, my love?β
And then you cum - and Suguru isnβt too far behind.Β
Itβs just a flash of hot white, tingles running down your spine - all the way to the thick, creamy base soon forming around his wildly twitching cock.Β
And itβs so good. Too good that all you can do it scream out his name, letting him do anything - and you were glad all he did was fuck you so mercilessly through your high. So violent. Addictive.Β
Vision blurry, mouth sagging open for Suguru to press intimate little kisses along the corners of your mouth. Whispering sweet praises as your cunt sucks him up so good. So sinfully milking him for everything heβs worth.Β
Taking in rope after rope of thick cum that warms your gummy walls from the inside, overfilling just enough for it to dribble down into the mat below in an obscene little pool. Smearing down your thighs, his balls. Heavenly.Β
His heaven.
And in the haze of it all, Suguru imagines that youβll reach for your knife again, press it back against the curve of his exposed neck. He imagines youβll laugh in his face, tell him what a great whim this was but you had to get back to your job, turning your back on him as he has done before. He imagines.
But what he gets is your strained, fucked-out little voice, βI missed you, my golden boy.β
A/N. Yes, That Line was inspired by HTTYD. If I had to be hurt, yβall do, too.Β
CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE MORE FOR GETO I DONT CARE WHAT IT IS I JYST NEED MORE! I SEE BARLEY ANY FICS OF HIM OR IT JUST BEING HIM! DO U HAVE ANY RECS ALSO! SORRY FOR THE BOTHER!
HELL YES I CAN BABY !!! heβs literally my fav even tho it probably doesnβt show because i havenβt written many fics for him ( yet ) β¦ πββοΈ
but donβt worry i got u π« . here are a few recs:
just let me love you by sttoru
pervy doctor!geto by sukunasuka
bed chem by norikuna
the party & the after party by screampied
oohmami and tryna fuck me iβm like okay by screampied
pervy yoga instructor!geto by sugoroo
owner!suguru x puppy hybrid!reader by musouie ( only if ur into hybrid stuff ofc )
π§· sum. βssshh, keep quiet,β they moan in your ear, breath burning your skin despite the cool air of the night. sΔx outside can be very tricky, but. . . getting caught or not, itβs up to you: whether you canβt keep your moΓ‘n to yourself or. . . not.
your giggles grow louder rhythm along the way you bounce on gojoβs thick cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. the alcohol has loosened your inhibitions, allowing you to be more carefree and playful in your lovemaking. βbaby...β you whimper, grinding down on him harder as you ride his lap. your wet cunt clings tightly to his shaft, the heat, and tightness driving him wild.
βyouβre such a naughty girl, always begging for more of my cock,β gojo teases, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you. his blue eyes sparkle with mischief and arousal, drowsy from alcohol. βi think βm going to have to punish you for being such a bad girl. you couldnβt even wait until we got home, huh?β
gojo grins at you, crocked, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you hard and fast, his massive cock stretching your cunt to its limits. βyeah, looks like iβve got a little slut on my hands,β he says, his voice low and husky with desire. βa filthy girl who canβt control herself around me.β
he lifts your skirt higher, exposing more of your ass as he slaps it hard, the sound echoing through the quiet yard. βthis is what happens when youβre a bad girl, sweetheart. you get punished.β gojo thrusts up into you again, his length hitting deep inside your womb. βand right now, iβm the judge, jury, and executioner.β
you laugh before a sharp cry escapes your lips the second gojoβs palmβ big and coldβ connects with your ass, the stinging sensation mingling with the intense pleasure from his relentless pounding. your cunt clenches around his thick cock, drawing him in deeper with each thrust.
βyou are so silly,β you cringed between your giggles, bracing yourself against his chest as you continue to ride him wildly. the combination of the cool evening air, the warmth of his body beneath you, and the intoxicating liquor coursing through your veins has you lost in a haze of lust and euphoria.
βsshh, we should be quiet,β you whisper, again, giggling, your voice breathless and desperate between the laugh. nails dig into his shoulders as you grind down onto him, seeking that perfect angle to make you come undone. gojo chuckles darkly at your whispered plea, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. βshh, yeah, keep quiet, baby,β he murmurs, his hot breath tickling your ear. βwe donβt want anyone hearing how loud and dirty this little slut is getting fucked out here.β
his words send a tingling, flames of stars from your shoulder straight to your cunt, and you bite your lip to stifle another giggle. gojoβs cock is so deep inside you, stroking that sensitive spot within your core with every powerful thrust. you can feel his balls slapping against your cunt, adding to the overwhelming sensations crashing through your body.
βfuck, youβre so tight,β gojo groans, his face contorting in pleasure. βi can feel your cunt squeezing me like a vice. you love my big dick, donβt you?β your legs tremble as gojoβs thick cock stretches and fills you completely, the pleasure bordering on pain as he hits that sweet spot deep within your core over and over. you throw your head back, your long hair cascading down your back as you surrender to the overwhelming sensations.
βyour mom and dad might see us,β you declare between the giggle instead of answering, warm breath fanning your boyfriendβs face the minute you lean closer. the mix of the rough grass beneath you, the cool night air, and gojoβs searing heat envelopingβ a dangerous mix of cocktails of lust and pleasure that sends you spiraling out of your mind.
gojo smirks up at you, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. βlet βem watch,β he says, his voice low and husky. βthey already know iβm a perverted bastard. nothing new there. they know better than to disturb me when iβm fucking their daughter-in-law.β he grips your hips harder, pulling you down onto his cock as he drives upward, burying himself to the hilt inside your dripping pussy. βfuuuck, you feel amazing,β gojo groans, his forehead pressing against yours as he starts to lose himself in the pleasure. βi could cum inside you right now, fill this naughty girl up with my seed.β
his words send a jolt of excitement through you, and you begin to move faster, riding him with reckless abandon. the thought of gojo marking you, claiming you as his, pushes you closer to the edge. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the yard, punctuated by your high-pitched moans, giggle and gasps.
he leans in, capturing your mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue plundering yours as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. gojo breaks the kiss, panting heavily, his blue eyes blazing with intensity. βyouβre gonna cum for me, arenβt you, baby? i can feel your pussy twitching around my cock.β
# GETO SUGURU
gasps sharply as getoβs thick cock plunges deep inside you, your body jolting against the cold metal railing. you bite your lip hard, trying to stifle a moan at the intense sensation of being taken so roughly out here in the open air. βsh-shh...β you manage to whisper, your voice trembling slightly. βfuckβ suguβ be quiet,β just a second, you glare at your boyfriend over your shoulder.
fingers curling around the rusty, dirty balcony fence tighter, your knuckles turning white as he pounds into you relentlessly. the force of each thrust makes my breasts bounce and rub against the rough fabric of his shirt that you wear. you can feel every ridge and vein of his shaft stretching you wide, hitting all the right spots inside you.
βoh godβ baby,β breathe out, your words barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing and the creaking of the wooden floor beneath you. βhah! look whoβs talking tough now,β geto chuckles lowly, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. his hands grip your hips tight, fingers digging into your flesh as he uses them to pull you back onto his cock with each brutal thrust. he is not even bothering to keep his voice down as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. his mission is only one : make the stupid neighbors stop flirting with you.
βyouβre the one making all those cute little noises,β he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. βi bet they can hear you moaning all the way down the hall. βm surprised they havenβt called the cops yet,β he teases, his breath hot against your ear as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he growls, βand iβm going to keep doing this until you canβt take anymore.β
geto reaches around to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly through the fabric of the shirt. he pinches your nipple between his fingers, meannn, twisting it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to your cunt. the action earn a choked whimper escapes your throat at the cruel twist of your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. getoβs pace quickens, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency. the balconyβs fence creaks ominously under the force of your coupling, but he shows no signs of slowing down. βcome on doll, scream for me,β he commands, his voice low and husky with desire. βlet everyone know whoβs fucking you senseless out here.β
your pussy clenches tightly around getoβs thick cock, milking him as he continues to ravage you with wild abandon. βah-ahh! s-suguuuuβ!β you cry out, unable to contain yourself any longer. the rough treatment of your sensitive nub, combined with the relentless pounding of his shaft, pushes you precariously close to the edge.
getoβs mocking words only fuel the fire within you, igniting a dark, primal desire that demands release. as he grips your hip harder, pulling you back onto him with bruising force, you surrender completely to the overwhelming sensations. βhhn! oh f-fuck, s-shouldd- quiet,β you wail, your voice rising to a desperate keen, whispering like a mantra to yourself.
geto grins wickedly, pleased by your desperate attempts to stifle your cries. however, he clearly has no intention of letting up anytime soon. βthatβs right, let it out,β he encourages, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. βmoan for me, doll. show everyone how much you love getting fucked raw by your boyfriend out in the open.β
he punctuates his words with another vicious thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you. the obscene squelch of skin meeting skin echoes loudly across the balcony, mingling with your ragged breaths and the creaking of the railing beneath you. geto leans in close, his lips hovering mere inches from your ear as he whispers, βcome on, i know you can be louder than that,β his breath burning, spit all the pleasure with his dirty talk. βshow me how much you love getting fucked in public. let everyone know whoβs making you cum so hard.β
you can tell geto was loving seeing you struggle to hold back your moans. he continued to push deeper and faster into your wet heat, stretching your walls around his thickness with every powerful stroke. his grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he used your body for his own pleasureβ and his punching-jealosy bag. you could feel the veins in his cock pulsing against your inner walls, throbbing with need.
a strangled sob tears from your throat as getoβs words wash over you, each syllable a sharp blade cutting through your last vestiges of restraint. the shameless, public nature of your tryst, coupled with the unrelenting assault on your senses, finally shatters the fragile barrier holding back your climax.
βfuck, fuck, fuuuck,β you shriek, your voice a raw, guttural cry that seems to reverberate off the very walls of the building. your body convulses violently, back arching as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you. your pussy clamps down around getoβs pistoning cock like a vice, rhythmically milking him as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. the sheer intensity of your release leaves you gasping and twitching, utterly spent.
# TOJI FUSHIGURO
breathless moans escape your lips as toji pounds into you relentlessly, the bamboo walls creaking with each powerful thrust. the sound of waves crashing outside mingles with your ragged panting, creating an erotic symphony.
βmmβ baby. .β you gasp, your hands bracing against the rough bamboo as he grips your hips, pulling you back onto his thick cock each time while you, uncontrollably desperate to keep your mouth shut from spreading the moan and sin to everyone aroundβ there are children around for fuck sake. the cool ocean breeze wafts through the open ceiling of the structure, sending shivers down your spine even as your body burns with desire. your clit throbs in time with tojiβs sleepless strokes.
βshhh... i gotchu, ma,β toji whispers huskily in your ear, feeling your body tremble beneath him. he tightens his grip on your hips, fucking you harder, faster, driven by lust and the thrill of getting caught. the thought of someone discovering them sends a dark thrill through him. leaning over your shoulder, he nips at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks making a sharp cry tears from your throat as toji bites down on your neck, his teeth sinking deep enough to draw blood. his free hand snakes around to rub your clit in firm circles, pushing you closer to the land of climax and pleasure just for a second. βgonna fill this tight pussy up, ma,β he growls, his voice low and rough with arousal.
the pain only heightens your pleasure, making your inner walls clench greedily around his pistoning cock. the bamboo structure creaks ominously under your frenzied coupling, but toji doesnβt care. all that matters is claiming you right here, right now, consequences be damned. you whimper, your head thrown back against his chest as he assaults your sensitive flesh with his fingers and mouth. the knowledge that you are so close to being discovered only fuels the fire raging within you.
your hips buck wildly, meeting each of tojiβs powerful thrusts as he drives into you with primal intensity. the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the small, tiny, wee space, mingling with your ragged breathing and tojiβs guttural grunts. tojiβs arms snake around your slippery skin for the nth time, to press firmly against your belly, encouraging you to arch into him, to meet his thrusts head-onβ bend your stomach deeper into the bulge of his thick cock that peeks at your abandonment.
βfuck yeahβ come on ma, i know you can do it,β toji snarls, pounding into you with reckless abandon. he can feel your body starting to tighten around him, and it spurs him on. he wants to push you over the edge, make you scream his name for all to hear. fingers dancing lower, he roughly pinches your clit, rubbing it between his fingers in harsh, rapid circles. at the same time, he leans in close, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispers filthy promises. βgonna cum so deep inside you, mark you as mine. everyone will know who you belong to.β
# RYOMEN SUKUNA
whimpers softly, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of being filled so completely by sukunaβs enormous cocks. tears continue to stream down your cheeksβ struggle to even do as much as catch your breath, each thrust sending waves of pleasure-pain crashing through you.
# NANAMI KENTO
panting heavily, i manage a weak, βmy lord. .β your voice is barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin and sukunaβs lewd grunts of satisfaction. his twice or three times bigger mouth on his stomach lick the small of your backβ it smirks, your cunt can feel it.
sukuna chuckles darkly at your feeble attempt to address him properly, his four arms gripping you tighter as he pounds into you relentlessly. the tongue on his stomach licks up your spine, leaving a trail of saliva that tingles on your sensitive skin. his upper pair of hands reach around to grasp your breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he fucks you harder. the third hand slides down to rub your clit, making sure to hit that sweet spot with every stroke.
βfoolish mortal,β he sneers, his voice low and menacing. βyou should be grateful i deign to use you for my pleasure. your pitiful cries only spur me on.β one of his hands slides around to fondle your breast roughly, pinching and twisting your nipple between his fingers. his other hand reaches down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, forcing your body to respond despite your mindβs protests.
cries out sharply as sukuna tweaks your nipple, the sudden jolt of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure from his cocks and touch. βah! m-my lord, please...β your hips buck involuntarily, meeting his thrusts as his skilled hands work to push you closer to the edge. βthis isβ too much, i-i canβt...β
trembling, you clench around the thick cocks stretching your inner walls, desperate for some respite but knowing it wonβt come anytime soon. βjust- just give me a moment, i need...β your eyes hooded, half-heartedly open and find the open garden surrounded you, few of his servants passed byβ yet, despite them didnβt have enough the courage to look directly, the voice of skin roughly kiss, your desperate-slutty moan, and sukunaβs rough grumble was obvious.
sobbing quietly, you try to gather your fragmented thoughts, dreading what further degradation or humiliation sukuna might inflict upon you once heβs finished using your body for his twisted amusement. sukuna laughs cruelly at your pleas, his tone dripping with sadistic glee. βa moment? how quaint. you think you have control over this?β
instead, he speeds up his pace, the wet sounds of his cocks pistoning in and out of you growing louder. the tongue on his stomach slithers up to your ear, licking the shell before whispering, βi think you need to learn your place, silly mortal. and if begging for mercy is what it takes...β
his fourth arm moves to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. βperhaps a little choking will help you focus on the present. now, beg properly. beg me to let you cum, to grant you this fleeting pleasure.β
the hand on your clit intensifies its ministrations, rubbing circles that send sparks of ecstasy shooting through your nerves. with that, he redoubles his efforts, slamming his cocks deep inside you with brutal force. the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echo through the garden, mingling with your choked sobs and the occasional gasp from passing servants who canβt help but steal glances at the depraved scene.
the servant who dared to glance your way quickly looks away, not wanting to meet sukunaβs wrathful gaze. they all know better than to disturb their master when heβs indulging in such carnal pleasures. sukuna tightens his grip around your throat slightly, his smirk growing wider as he watches the effect it has on you. he leans in close, his hot breath washing over your ear as he whispers, βlook at them, pet. can you see how theyβre staring? envious of the privilege iβm granting you, of the pleasure you get to experience at my hands.β
his fingers dig into your neck, applying just enough pressure to make your vision blur at the edges. βthey wish they could be in your position right now, donβt they? wishing they could feel my cocks inside them, wishing they could hear their own desperate moans echoing through the garden.β
your vision starts to blur from lack of oxygen as sukuna tightens his grip around your throat. panic sets in as you claw at his wrist, desperate for air. he chuckles darkly, amused by your struggles. just as you're about to pass out, sukuna releases his hold, allowing you to gulp in a ragged breath. he watches with perverse fascination as you tremble and wheeze, your body still wracked by the aftershocks of his relentless pounding.
sukunaβs hand on your clit becomes a blur of motion, rubbing and pinching in a relentless rhythm designed to drive you to the brink of insanity.
he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close as he rocks into you slowly. his voice is low and husky, filled with desire even as he tries to keep things discreet. with his other hand, he gently cup your cheek, tilting your face up towards him, thumb brushing across your lips as he tries to silence your pleasured moans. βshh, my love... i know it feels amazing, but we need to be quiet so no one knows what weβre doing here.β
his brown eyes filled with adoration and lust, blend like a mix of cocktails under the dim blue and purple bar lights. βi want to hear you, but not like this. let me take care of you when we get home, okay? right now, just relax for me...β he punctuates his words with a deep, slow thrust, making you gasp despite yourself. his deep voice is a soothing whisper against your ear as he rocks his hips. one after another while keeping his hard length buried within your cunt. βjust focus on how good i make you feel, okay? let me take care of everything.β
your body shudders at the intensity of his words, his touch igniting sparks that race through your veins. you nod frantically, unable to form coherent responses over the crescendo of pleasure building inside you. instead, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling into his warmth as you cling to him desperately.
your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure against your sensitive clit. you canβt help the whimpers that escape, muffled against his skin, as he continues to stroke that perfect spot deep within you. each deliberate thrust sends waves of ecstasy crashing over you, threatening to consume you whole and drowning you all the way.
desperate to stifle the sounds of your desperation, you press your mouth to his throat, sucking gently on the pulse point there. the subtle pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure. the sound of music and everyone push painfully far away to the back of your head, and everything becomes grey with how much the sounds of nanamiβs breathing kissing your ear. all warm, soft and just him. βbaby..β
he inhales sharply as you suck on his throat, the sudden rush of sensation sending a jolt straight to his aching cock. his grip on you tightens reflexively, fingers digging into your hip bones as he struggles to maintain control. the urge to claim you harder, faster, more forcefully is almost overwhelming, but he resists, determined to please you rather than succumb to base instinct.
with a herculean effort, he steadies his movements, focusing on long, slow strokes designed to stretch and fill you without jarring you against the seat or drawing unwanted attention. he lets out a low groan, the sound vibrating against your ear as he fights to hold back his own climax. βmy love... the love of my life,β he breathes, the endearment barely audible over the thumping bass.
overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through every fiber of your being, you can only whimper and tremble in nanamiβs arms. the steady rhythm of his thrusts, the heat of his body enveloping yours, the sweet ache of his fingers digging into your fleshβ it all blends together into an exquisite symphony of pleasure.
it was painfully slow, but when he was sensing your impending release, nanamiβs hands begin to roam your body, tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your breasts, before coming to rest on your thighs. he spreads them wider, angling his hips to hit that magical spot inside you with precision. the added pressure sends you spiraling toward the edge, your inner walls clenching and fluttering around his thick length.
nanamiβs eyes darken with lust as he watches you lose yourself in pleasure, your body tensing and trembling in his grasp. he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing the desperate little noises you make. his tongue dances with yours, matching the rhythm of the loud music, alsooo, mirroring the rhythm of his hips as he continues to stroke into you, hitting that sweet spot again and again.
# SHIU KONG
he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down the column of your throat, nibbling and sucking marks into your tender skin. βso beautiful,β he murmurs against your flesh, his voice heavy with desire. βi could look at you forever.β his hands slide higher, cupping your breasts through the fabric of your top. he thumbs your nipples, coaxing them to hardness as he teases and plucks at the sensitive buds.
breathless, eyes wide with excitement and guilt as you look around at your secluded spot amidst the bamboo forest. gasp as another wave of pleasure crashes over you from your thick cock stretching your velvet walls. eyes flustered closed while your fingers curled up, wrapping the fabric of his suit around.
βfuck, it feels so good...β you start moving faster on top of him, riding him harder as the thrill of getting caught only heightens your arousal. you lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth as you continue to bounce on his lap, your breasts jiggling with each thrust. βweβre being so naughty out here in the open... what if someone walks by and catches us in the act?β you asked, tone nonchalant so the heartbeat once you pull away.
a low groan escapes shiuβs throat, feels your tight heat gripping his cock tighter with each hard ride. his hands grip your hips, guiding you to fuck yourself on him even deeperβ panting heavily, he looks up at you with lust-filled eyes.
βlet βem,β he rasps, his voice husky with desire. βi want everyone to see how badly iβm fucking you right now.β shiuβs fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you down to slam your cunt onto his shaft again and again. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the quiet woods, mixing with your high-pitched moans and his deep growls.
βyouβre so goddamn sexy like this,β he whispers, his hot breath fanning across your ear. βriding my dick in public, not giving a damn who sees...β your body trembles as shiuβs words, intensifying the burning need within you. you throw your head back, lost in the ecstasy of being taken so roughly, so publicly. each harsh thrust makes you cry out, your voice carrying through the stillness of the bamboo grove.
βsooo dirty,β you tease between giggling, grinding your clit against him as you impale yourself on his thick cock. your hands slide up your sides to cup your breasts, squeezing and tugging at your nipples as you continue to ride shiu with wild abandon. leaning down, you capture his lips once more, kissing him deeply as you move, your tongues tangling in a heated dance.
shiu meets your fervent kisses with equal passion, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he devours you whole. his large hands roam your curves, squeezing and kneading your supple flesh as he drinks in every moan and whimper that spills from your lips. few seconds and he breaking the kiss to trails his mouth along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. βmmm, such a naughty girl,β he murmurs against your lips, his voice dripping with approval. βwants to get caught, huh? wants everyone to know youβre mine.β
shiuβs fingers find their way beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming up your stomach to pinch and roll your hardened nipples. he watches intently as you writhe above him, your breasts bouncing with each frenzied movement. one hand leaves your hip to palm your breast, thumbing your nipple through the fabric of your shirt before slipping beneath to tease the hardened bud directly. you let out a sharp gasp as shiuβs skilled fingers play with your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
βmmm, feel that, doll?β he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with lust. βyour tits are so sensitive, i bet theyβd be perfect for my mouth.β the sensation of his warm breath on your skin and his filthy words make you ache for more. βplease!β you beg, arching your back to push your chest further into his touch.
with a wicked grin, shiu pulls your shirt up and off, revealing your heaving breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze. he wastes no time, taking one pert nipple into his mouth and suckling greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
you moan loudly, head thrown back in bliss as he lavishes attention on your other breast, pinching and rolling the neglected nipple between his fingers. shiu releases your nipple with a wet pop, leaving it glistening and swollen. he gazes up at you with dark, lustful eyes, his own chest heaving with exertion.
βthatβs it, baby,β he coaxes, his voice rough with desire. βmake some noise for me. let everyone know how much you love having my cock buried deep inside you.β he punctuates his words with a particularly forceful thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. shiu grins, pleased with himself.
leaning forward, he takes your other nipple into his mouth, suckling and nibbling until youβre squirming and mewling above him. his free hand slides down your side, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower to rub at your clit in slow, deliberate circles.
βItβs not just a βpartyβ, itβs my surprise party-βΒ
βSatoru, itβs not a surprise party if youβre the one organizing the surp-β Youβre cutting yourself off with a heaving sigh, massaging your throbbing temples. βAnyway- continue.β
Growing up, you didnβt suffer through years of endless torment from Gojo Satoru to hope that heβd ever use logic. No, of course not.Β
Instead, heβs brandishing the oversized birthday banner heβd bought himself, softly smacking the top of your head. βBesides- itβs not like everyoneβs going to be there. Just our group, Nanamiβs troupe, some Kyoto people, I invited Yaga but he kicked me out of his office- oh- and Sukuna.β
Ah, there it was.Β
The one person you didnβt want to see just as much as you didnβt want to be roped into your brotherβs best friendβs βsurpriseβ party planning for his own birthday. But, alas, here you were.Β
And here tumbled the next few words that would likely haunt you for the rest of your life.Β
βI need you to date me.β
βOh? Okay.β
βListen I know itβs stupid and I know-β Waitβ¦what? Cutting yourself off with a choked-up wheeze- for the first time since heβd barged into your life, Gojo had truly and absolutely stumped you. βWait- you agreed?β
Heβs shrugging one broad deltoid, tinted glasses that youβd bought for his last birthday sliding down that high nose bridge of his. And the grin youβre graced with is blinding. βWell, I knew it was about time before you fell for my charms~β Before one strong arm swings its way around your shoulders, manhandling you against the thin black t-shirt wrapped around his sculpted body. He wiggles his cloudy brows, βWhat was it- the hair? The eyes? The body? Yβknow Iβve been hitting the gym more-β
βGojo Satoru.β youβre gritting out through tight lips. βI need you to date me- just for one night.β
βSo it was the body-β heβs gasping dramatically, beefy arms frantically wrapping around your middle. You could feel the curves of his washboard abs against your palm. Purring voice pitching up into what almost sounded like a whine, βAt least take me out to dinner firstβ! To think that you just want me for a one night stand-β
In a split-second, your palms slap over his nonsensical mouth - hard enough that you almost spy a stinging stamp of red on his skin.Β
And yet, Gojo doesnβt complain. Doesnβt display anything but a brazen gleam in his gaze that practically screamed out kinky~!Β
βShut- up- my brotherβs in the next room.β Youβre hissing, eyes flickering behind Gojoβs toned figure and towards the kitchen door for any looming sign of Geto. βI need you to date me-β Your digits tighten over his mouth as soon as you feel it moving to prattle away once more. β-just for tonight- no, not as a one night stand, put that banner down- We just need to ah- pretend?β
Damn, it sounds more of a garbage idea out loud - and you didnβt even know that was possible.Β
At the question in his summer blue eyes, your hopefully explanatory words spill out a mile a minute. βS-so Sukuna has been getting around since our little break-up a few months ago- if you can even call it thatβ¦β
Ah, melding into such a big group with your brotherβs friends and your own in university had always meant that there would be a few bumps along the way.Β
From explaining to an overeager Haibara that no, you and Gojo were definitely not dating, to making sure that your brother and his best friend didnβt make Nanami suffer from an aneurysm too early in life, to perhaps the biggest of them all - your fiery, yet short-lived fling with Ryomen Sukuna.Β
The most dramatic bump, according to Shoko.
Sukuna wasnβt a close friend, but itβd taken work to get over the worst of the awkwardness after heβd dumped you without a momentβs notice. And you werenβt exactly dreaming up a wedding with himβ¦sort of, but you certainly did skip out on a few invitations to hang out if you knew that heβd show his smug face.
And right now it left you ironically wishing youβd heeded Gojoβs words when heβd first warned you that Sukuna βwasnβt right for you.βΒ
Though, you think part of it came from his own unexplainable love-hate animosity with the man.
β-but Iβve still been painfully single since the last time I saw him, and you know how he is. I canβt face him like this.β You, in particular, knew too well. βYou two still have that weird rivalry thing going on, right? So help me show him up just for tonight- then later we say it fizzled out and everything goes back to normal. Itβs a win-win really if- eugh!β
You snatch your hand back as far as it would go the very second you feel the sodden drag of something against your palm. Staring in horror at your clammy skinβ¦he licked you.
And Gojo almost winces at the loss of your touch - he almost drags your hand back himself.Β
But oh, it was worth it just to see the way your gorgeous features get scrunched up into an even more gorgeous glare - one that said if looks could kill, then heβd already be six feet under and having his surprise party thrown on his grave already.Β
Truly the way to a manβs heart, he swoons internally.Β
βFine.β
And when has that particular tone from Gojo ever boded well for you?
βFine?β
You find yourself gulping at the slight bob of his smooth Adamβs apple, the flex of his back muscles when he hunches downwards to crowd your space. Mere inches away. Somehow, he seemed too close and too far away at the same time. Too intoxicating with his cold, pinewood scent.
βFine Iβll let you- heh, use me for my body.β Tone intentionally dipping into a low, rumbling territory. Gojoβs batting his long snowy lashes in a way youβd almost deem innocent - if it wasnβt for the next few words that tumble urgently from his mouth. β-only if you give me something back. A kiss.β
You jolt, βWhat?β
βIβm the birthday boy, and I say-β
Cutting him off with a thoroughly practiced scoff, βWell, I have common sense. And I say I should just ask Nanami instead-β
βIs the common sense in my five-star getaway cabin with us right now?β
βOkay! You two!β Getoβs roughened hands clap down on your shoulders with a little more force than necessary. His voice is patient - used to this. βPlease try not to make this a funeral before we can make it a birthday party, Satoruβs decorations are non-refundable.β
Oh, shit.
How long had he been standing there?
Judging by Getoβs slight shake of your shoulders as if scrambling the practical part of your brain back into functionality - and the way he wasnβt lecturing your ear off just yet - you guessed that the two of you had been lucky this time.Β
Face burning, you pray you didnβt look as guilty as you were. Swatting your older brotherβs well-meaning hands away. βSpeaking of, for a busybody hosting his own surprise party, Iβm shocked you didnβt want any gifts.β Quirking a brow, βIs there even anything you want? Anything else?βΒ
Gojo knew what you meant - you werenβt just talking about the party anymore.Β
And, wellβ¦he avoids your eyes. Yes. Yes, there is .
You.Β
But, woe, even the utterly shameless Gojo Satoru couldnβt possibly say that out loud - especially in front of his best friend, and your brother - so he settles on an obnoxiously dragged-out, βAwww- Trynna make my birthday special fβme, sweetheart~?β
And even that was toeing the line.
He canβt help the way his rosy lips curl smugly at the edges when youβre hissing out a heated, βS-see if I try and have a civil conversation with you ever again, Gojo.β
βOuch!β Gojoβs clutching dramatically at his heart with a willowy faint that leaves him hanging off of Getoβs shoulders - and it wasnβt too hard to fake with the way his heart lurches uncomfortably at the sound of his last name on your pretty tongue. βRight for the jugular- is this your way of throwing the towel on our truce?β
Truceβ¦is that what heβs calling it?
You catch your own brother - that traitor - stifling a bout of laughter behind his hand when his towering best friend seems to cower in your mere presence. Because, really, who was Gojo Satoru against you?Β
Sighing with that slightly infuriated pout you havenβt lost since you were a whiny, teary-eyed brat meeting him at his Digimon-themed birthday party many, many years ago.Β
Gojo takes the moment to truly appreciate how youβve grown since.
He hadnβt technically invited you back then - but what else was there to do when your older brother was off making friends in kindergarten already and being invited by his βnew best friendβ?
Youβd been pouty the entire evening at that, he remembers, and his mother had gotten a ton of photos just of your bickering duo. A year younger and just barely an inch shorter than him, but to a freshly six-year-old Gojo that made all the superiority - enough to tease you badly enough that youβd left him with a tiny, throbbing pink handprint across his cheek, and his poor heart in your palm.
βNo.β Your voice rips him out of his reverie, as it always seems to do these days. βSo you better k-keep up your end of the truce, too.β
With you stomping your way back to your cabin suite, Gojo finds his twinkling eyes straying right after. Hot on your heels. Unable to tear away. You really have changed since then, all grown up - as is he - and yet-
βThatβs after a truce?β Geto wonders out loud for the both of you.
Well, heβs eyeing his best friend. And Gojo was nothing if not a good- well, he was good at everything, quite frankly. Everything except for when it came to you. βSuguru, we might have to plan a surprise engagement party tonight instead of a surprise birthday party.β
βHuh?β
βHuh?β
Because he still feels as much the bumbling six-year-old with his first-ever crush as he was back then.
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βMatching colors?β
You sigh, βCheck.β
βMatching backstories?β
βCheck.β
βKiss me?β
βCh- wait not yet-β youβre managing to shrill out, fingers curling even tighter around where Gojo had insisted you latch onto his bicep. And you feel him flex boastfully under his velvety button-up, βAnd do we really need to make some grand entrance? You literally planned the entire party.β
Heβs flicking your forehead - softly, youβve seen Gojo roughhousing with your brother before and he didnβt use even half his strength on you. βSurprise party- the birthday boy has to make a dramatic entrance with his girlfriend. How else will we make a statement?βΒ
Youβre grumbling to yourself about why you needed to make a statement at all - but you canβt argue, this was your idea after all.
And Gojo seemed well and fully intent to excel in his roleβ¦perhaps too intent.Β
Now, you always knew that his family was disgustingly wealthy; but Gojo practically dragged you to the nearest high-end mall this morning. Insisting on the latest twinkling bracelets and bejewelled necklaces to match his fitted shirt. Cooing that you looked βabsolutely gorgeousβ in every single one.Β
Was this official girlfriend treatment from Gojo Satoru himself? Youβve never known him to have had a long-term relationship in all the years heβs been your brotherβs friend butβ¦but it was all so much for just one night of acting.Β
And when youβre twirling that flowy silken fabric of your dress around your fingers, you wonder if thatβs all he was thinking.Β
βHey?β The rounded pads of his fingers skim over your cheeks, βNervous?β
βA little.β you admit, trying oh-so-desperately to escape from his blazing sapphire gaze.Β
And Gojo crushes you close to his body, one massive palm resting firmly on your hips, hardened front pressing up against yours. Warm. Steady. Voice so close now that you could catch every slight crack towards the end, the heat of Gojoβs feverish breath - practically burning - against your ear.Β
You wanted to feel his hands more - everywhere.Β
Woah. Youβre shaking your head, thankful it simply looked like you were gathering your wits. Maybe you were more tired than you thought.
βWeβll be alright. Trust me, itβll go smoothly.β Was- was Gojo Satoru comforting you? Heβs cracking a smile, like the thought just occurred to him, too. βAnd if it doesnβt then I can beat up that b-β
SLAM!
βWhy are you taking so lo- What. The. Fuck.β
Your first instinct is to wrench away from Gojoβs hold - but unluckily for you, his first instinct is the exact opposite. And you find his firm digits tensing to dig into the plush of your hips, both of your heads snapping towards that gravelly new voice.Β
Catching a jaw-dropped Shoko with her half-burnt cigarette dropped to the floor, she looked nowhere near even thinking of picking it back up. You could practically see the gears curdling around in her head.
βAh-β Youβre gasping out in what you hoped was believable scandal, fingers latching around Gojoβs own cold ones. Not to remove - no, Gojo almost has a heart attack when you intertwine them with yours. βHope weβre not too late, Sa- Toru here wanted to go shopping.β
βWait-β Shoko runs her hands through her silky locks like she was pleading to the skies above. βWait wait wait- wait- when did this happen no-β Sheβs baring you with her most aghast look, βWhy did this happen?β
Gojo comes to your rescue, face falling into the crook of your neck with a grin. βTold ya she would fall for my charms eventually~β
βYes, but I didnβt think she was that stupid-β
Yes! You have to fight to hide your smile, despite the blatant insult. One down - if you could get everyone at this party to believe in your little act, then Sukuna would have to.Β
βStill hereββ Youβre deadpanning, hoping that your friends didnβt catch the slight tremors in your voice. Damn- why did Gojo have to be so warm. β-and uh- maybe we should head inside? After it is a certain someoneβs-β
βShhh! Youβll ruin my surprise.β
It all goes according to script - well, your entrance with Gojo and his entrance into the party.Β
As soon as your duo steps in, the dim lights flicker on and youβre deafened with the cheery yell of surprise! Blinking your startled gaze to adjust to the blinding decorations upon decorations that Gojo himself had put up, you canβt help but let out a chuckle at the smiling faces that meet you.Β
Geto and Haibara holding exploded party poppers, the rest of the group from Kyoto standing around a brightly lit cake youβd baked, Nanami the one turning on the lights - the farthest away from the birthday boy. Purposefully so, you imagine.
And there - in the center of it all - Sukuna.Β
Arms crossed, a pink brow raised as he drinks in the sight of you - all of you.Β
As was the rest of the room, eyes widening in true surprise.Β
Gojoβs clutching the front of his shirt with almost-frightening theatrics. βYou guys- You did this all for me? Youβre the absolute best-β
βEugh.β
βWhat did you blackmail her with?β
βCongratulations on your relationship!β
Your eyes latch onto Geto - who only takes a long look at you and cackles.Β
Gojoβs huffing ever-so-slightly as he gets cut off, and thatβs what it takes for you to realize that you still had his fingers looped undeniably with yours. In fact, heβs tugging you even close to wrap one heavy arm over your shoulder, the very picture of sappy devotion when he nuzzles his cheek into your own. βTheyβre bullying me~β
He was laying it on thick.
Heβd barely steered you into the living room before you catch a flash of white and two firm arms curled around your neck - away from your supposed boyfriend.Β
βMy lovely!β Utahime cries, cocktail abandoned somewhere to wrangle you free from Gojoβs treacherous grasp. Sheβs cupping your face with visible concern, βIs your head okay? Did you knock it somewhere? I know a good doctor that can help with-β
βHey! Sheβs my lovely-β
βIβm fine, Utahime.β Youβre subtly stepping on Gojoβs toes before things can escalate any further. Eyes meeting red ones from across the room, β-I promise. Weβre just ah- giving it a go. Itβs very new and we didnβt want to make such a big deal out of it, honestly.β
Lies. The entire point is to make a big deal out of it.Β
Shoko crosses over in a flash, droopy eyes flickering between you and a sheepish Gojo. βGiving it a-β Slicing their way over to the decorative blush on his cheeks, β-goβ¦huh.βΒ
And as youβre surrounded by the tittering crowd, youβve never felt more like one of those cell samples that Shoko would dissect in medical school and proudly show your reluctant self pictures of.Β
Ogling everything from the weight of Gojoβs hand on your shoulders to that soppy smile on his face when he smushes his cheek into yours like some overgrown cat. And you canβt help but wear a grin of your own.
Canβt help but feel relief when she cracks a wicked smile, βFucking finally.β
Haibara gathers your hands in his own, βI-Iβm so proud of you two! Nanami and I have been hoping for this for the past five years-β Flitting his strangely wet eyes to a Nanami who couldnβt have looked more disinterested if he tried. β-isnβt that right Nanami?β
βNo itβs not.β heβs rolling his eyes, but you catch the slightest hint of a twitch at the corners of his lips. And it hits you that heβs happy for you.Β
Really, truly happy.
βRight right!β Haibara plows on, and you have half the mind to wonder if the obliviousness was a skill. βItβs been more like the past seven years-β
Geto slaps! his hand on Gojoβs shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips. βSo he finally grew the balls, huh?β
βEh? I mean-β youβre strangling out at your brotherβs sudden comment. β-I mean of course. Had to practically force it out of him though, yβknow?β
Shoko nods, eyes far away like sheβs remembering something you canβt. βOf course, you did- pining fool.β And in the corner of your eye, you sneak a glimpse at the way Gojoβs sharp jaw clenches. Grinding ever-so-lightly as she calls out, βWell, I was almost at my witβs end with your horrible taste in men. No offense, Sukuna, not that this oneβs any better- let me know if you ever need his balls chopped off in his sleepββ
Utahimeβs narrowed glare stays locked on Gojo, βHurt her and itβll be more than your balls.β
Sukuna, notably, says nothing.
.
.
.
Gojo Satoru was a liar.Β
The guestlist for his birthday wasnβt simply your friends - it was damn near the entire campus by the time the cake had been cut and youβd all settled into your usual conversations.Β
Body after body filtering in through those towering mahogany doors of his. Invitation or not. Rapidly and steadily, it was growing into another one of Gojoβs famed parties. Honestly, you wouldnβt even be surprised if youβd actually bumped into Professor Yaga somewhere in there.Β
βEheh- whoops.β His apologetic words hit hotly against your ear over the thumping music. Your body jostling precariously where you were sat all prettily in his lap on the overpriced living room couch. βI donβt even know half these people.βΒ
And, yet, more than half the people seemed to know you - or, at least, your relationship with Gojo.Β
Sure, you were aware that your brother and his best friend were amongst some of the most popular students on campus, but this was ridiculous. You couldnβt pass two minutes without a few guests sauntering up to wish the two of you well and leaving Gojo with a βcongratulations for finally growing the balls.β
βThey sure know a lot about your balls, huh?β Youβre raising a brow, back pressed up against the massaging ridges of his abs. And some part of you felt guilty for deceiving all of these people - they really did look curiously happy for the two of you.Β
Gojoβs bemoaning, βI can assure you that you are the only one allowed to talk about my b-β
βUgh, couples.β Comes your brotherβs voice to the side of you, the cushiony couch dips as he takes his seat. βThough, it is much better than having him mope around.β
βSuguruβ¦β Gojo murmurs. Low.Β
βWhat? Scared Iβll embarrass you in front of your girlfriend?β Geto was such a provocateur despite that serene expression heβd constantly wear on the outside. Taking a long swig of his beer before musing, βRemember, sheβs my sister, Satoru. And I think she should know about that book of pick-up lines you bought for her. And that picture in your-β
Immediately, two engulfing hands find their place on either side of your head, covering your ears so blatantly. Gojoβs strained screech is only slightly muted when he drags out, βW-we havenβt gotten to that stage yet!β
βOh, I see I see-β And Haibara - dear, sweet Haibara - always chooses the worst times to pop up from behind the two of you. Ringing voice commanding the attention of about half of the room nearby when heβs humming, βSo you two are still in the honeymoon phase, then? How romantic!β
βNo.β
βYes.β
Thereβs such dangerous possessiveness in Gojoβs limbs when they tangle in a mess with yours. One arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other gliding its lecherous pathway up and down your exposed thigh. Slowly. Savoring.Β
Gojoβs fingers twirl over the short hem of the dress heβd bought, lips pressed up against your throat as he mutters. βAw, cβmonβ no need to be shy, sweetheart.β
And youβre sure whatever strange little flip your heart did showed on your face - because immediately, youβre being showered with awwwβs and squeals from all around you two- when did you even draw in a crowd?
βThen why dontcha give βer a pretty peck to prove it.β
But of course, Sukuna was in it, too.
βWhat?βΒ
You try not to let your true feelings bleed into your words when you take a long look at that unchanged smirk, the way heβs tilting his tattooed neck in defiance. Shrugging up sculpted shoulders, βMβjust saying. If you were my girl, Iβd want to prove it to everyone here.β
Damn.
Geto nudges his best friend, and you grit your teeth - because proving it was exactly what Sukuna did when you two were dating. Often these parties found you sneaking away if he felt generous, and Sukunaβs lips hot against yours right on the dance floor if he didnβt.Β
All in front of a fuming Gojo.
And, hell, if he could be petty then so could you.Β
Youβre ignoring the boiling in your veins to run a few stray fingers through Gojoβs angelic hair. Soft. It drags his steely gaze from Sukuna over to you with a gulp, βSβthat okay, Toruββ Oh god, that nickname has Gojo wondering whether heβs in heaven. β-wouldnβt wanna make you uncomfortable.β
βTch, are you kiddinβ me-β He recovers quickly, and you didnβt know whether the raw awe in his voice was part of the acting or simply just Gojo being himself. β-provinβ to losers than Iβm yours is the best birthday gift I could get.β
The last thing you see is that tiny, curvaceous dimple at the end of Gojoβs grin before heβs smashing his lips onto yours. Itβs messy. Disorganized. The very beginnings of a sodden French kiss.Β
Sheer teeth and lips and need as he suckles lightly on your lower lip, pearly white canines sinking in ever-so-lightly until you keen. Lost into the wolf whistles erupting from the party-goers - it seems to knock some sense into you two.
And Gojo breaks the kiss with a panting pah! sugary sweet taste of his birthday cake lingering on your tongue - over as soon as it started. βHappy birthday to me.β
βYou are so corny-β youβre croaking, more so because you didnβt know what to say than anything. Because all your mind was whirling with werenβt words - it was the feeling of wanting more more more-
Shit. Your eyes widen, peering down at Gojoβs half-drunken gaze - even though youβre sure his lightweight self hasnβt had a single drink tonight. You wanted to kiss him more.Β
βI-I think Iβm going to get a drink.β youβre mumbling out, hastily standing on two unsteady feet. Mere moments away from stepping into the kitchen - from making your escape - before long digits clasp around your wrist. With a plastered smile, you turn to Gojo, gaze flickering down between his begging eyes and that vice-like grip of his. βYou need anything, babe?β
βAh-β Gojo lets you go as if your skin scorched him - as if he didnβt even realize that heβd been holding onto you this way. βNo no, nothing for me- donβt take too long, mβkay~β
Every step you take, Gojoβs watching after you like it couldnβt be fast enough.
Because after that? That kiss that had him feeling like a pathetically melty puddle of teenage hormones? Shit, heβs almost on the verge of getting out of his seat and running after you like a maiden himself-
βSoβ¦ugh- was that part of the truce?β
βHuh?β
βWas that- dammit, Satoru fuckinβ look at me- sheβs not even in your line of sight!β
βOh- what?β Gojoβs veering his eyes over to his best friend, gaze still trailing after you like a lost puppy even when he registers the other man talking to him. Your little audience had mostly dissipated by now, leaving him to act as much of a fool as his idol-like persona on campus didnβt allow.Β
Geto lets him stew in the strobing silence of the party music for a little longer, before heaving out a sigh that was much too worldly for a young man of twenty-something. As a younger sister, you really did give him grief - and he finds himself almost wishing he hadnβt interrogated Gojo after overhearing your strange agreement earlier today. βMan, you really are stupid, huh?β
βI know.βΒ
βAnd this charade of yours is even stupider.β
β...I know.β
βAnd you realize that you might just be helping her back into the arms of that Sukuna all over again, right?β
βWHAT?β Heβs so desperately loud that a few guests in the vicinity jump. But Gojo didnβt care - he didnβt give a shit about anything other than grasping onto Getoβs collar, shaking him stupid. βHave you lost your mind- Iβm supposed to be the nonsensical one in our duo-β
βI-Iβm just saying.β Getoβs putting his hands up as if a shield, βGetting an ex-boyfriend jealous using the same man he was threatened over when they were dating? Sounds like the textbook recipe for jealousy sex if you ask me.β
Oh, Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone. Brows marrying together, he only wobbles his best friend harder. βB-but no- that canβt be- they hate each other, donβt they?β
And, ah, he hated how Geto always knew what to say.Β
Hated how he already knew by the devilish curve of Getoβs lips that nothing that was about to fall out of it was going to do his sanity any good.Β
Gojo flails, βNo wait-β
βDonβt you two claim you βhate each otherβ? And yet, here you are.β Getoβs patting his best friend on the back as if consoling him, shaking his head with the patience of a mother with a few problem children. βThere there, you complete imbecile. Now you might want to stay here sulking with a singleton like me, or- you might want to go over there and avenge the honor of your fake relationship, because I see an ex-boyfriend coming in hot.β
βWhat?β
Heβs jerking his head around so urgently that Gojoβs vision blacks out for a bit - and thatβs exactly the excuse heβll use for years to come when he shoots up to his full height. Snatching a glass of liquid courage from Geto-
βSatoru, thatβs-β
Knocking it back within seconds before storming off to just where he could just peak your beautiful self in the kitchen being crowded by Sukuna. That adorable furrow in between your brows betraying your thoughts, lips moving furiously with a frown.
βDo you think he knows that what he drank was just water and not alcoholβ¦β Geto tilts his now-empty cup at a lounging Nanami nearby, head bowed like he couldnβt give a single fuck if this party burned with him in it.Β
βNo.βΒ
βDo you think he realized the βjealous sexβ was a bluff?β
βNo.β
Geto lets out a slight huff of laughter, βAnd do you think he realizes that more than one person in our group knows itβs pretend?β
βNo.β Nanami didnβt care if he risked sounding like a broken recorder, after spending almost a decade with you two dancing around each other, he thinks heβs owed that privilege at the very least. βI donβt think he realizes that had your sister so much as looked his way, let alone date his sorry self, then the entire campus would have been hearing about it for the past month.β For the first time since heβd found himself accidentally dragged into Getoβs conversation with him, Nanami raises his head to catch the tail end of Gojoβs lanky legs disappearing into the kitchen. βAfter all, Sukuna did break up with her because they were in love with each other. Just too stupid to see.β
Now, you might not exactly be his yet like heβs wished on every single birthday candle since he was six - but Gojo Satoru was to be damned if was going to let any other bastard steal his fake girlfriend.
βSukuna-β
βAwwwβ¦what happened to βKunaβ, baby?β
You snort, arms crossing over each other while you fixate your glare on Sukunaβs leering form. God, the kitchen just seemed too small for the two of you. βI think you lost that privilege when you dumped me.β Attempting- failing - to sidestep, βNow if youβd excuse me, my boyfriend is-β
Scoffing, βGirl- what boyfriend?β
Sukuna looked to be on the very verge of laughter, and you were on the verge of breaking into a nervous sweat. Heβs rasping out a rumbling snicker at that look on your pretty face, βOh come on, now- you canβt really expect me to believe that sorry excuse of a kiss came from the same man thatβs been wantinβ you for years, right?β
Shit.Β
Waitβ¦years?
Your fingers curl tighter around the beer bottle, βI-I have no idea what youβre talking about.β
And you watch as Sukunaβs mouth drops - now fully laughing in your face. βDamn- not even a hint? You really did downgrade after me, ma. At least I was honest.β
βHonestly an asshole, thatβs for sure.βΒ
But the rest of your fire swims down the drain as he inches closer. And closer. Heat radiating off the rippling muscles of his body when a big, beefy arm of his cages you against the polished marble counter. Head inclining slightly towards the door, βWell- why donβt you and I-β
βTake your fuckinβ hands off my girlfriend.β
βSatoru?β
But the sight youβre met with seems anything but - gone is that softly teasing demeanor, vanquished is Gojoβs easy smile. His pretty features are twisted into such a feral snarl; and where his tone was ice-cool, his eyes were blazing with raw fury.
Gojo looked like he didnβt even hear you as he echoes, βI wonβt say it again.β
βWell alright then, Mr. Boyfriend.β Sukuna lets go of the cool counter surface with a knowing chuckle, walking horrifically towards a seething Gojo himself. The two stand eye-to-eye, glare-to-glare. βAre ya sure you and your third-rate acting wasnβt interrupting anything between myself and my girlfriend?β
βSatoru, ignore himββ Youβre pleading, trembly voice jolting Gojo out of his hypnotized stupor, and making him drag his heavy legs around to you. Fuck, that was close. You didnβt know what-
βThatβs right. Comfort your friend the only way you know how- sβnot like you can do anything other than pine for decades until the next one comes around to steal her away, anyway.β
CRASH!
In a split-second, Gojo has Sukuna pinned against the wooden cabinets by his cotton shirt. Ego and desperation wafting from the two men as his feet dangle a few centimeters off the floor. Gojo had his teeth bared - eyes wild, looking like he was seconds from foaming at the very mouth. And Sukunaβs own lips quirked upwards into a grin.Β
βYou better watch your fucking mouth.β Gojo hisses.Β
βYou wanna tell her or should I-β
βWhat is happening here-β Shokoβs sharp voice snaps the three of you from your little bubble of violence, and itβs like all of a sudden the music and the party comes pouring back into the kitchen. Strangers and friends alike hot on your heels to watch the drama unfold, being pushed back by a frantic Haibara. βYouβre acting like children.β
Sukuna shoves the other man off of him, and makes his way out. βWell, I know one of us hasnβt grown up.β
And Gojo is just about to stride forwards- until you catch him with a hand hooked around his elbow. Feeling the washing sense of deja vu from not too long ago. Hastily spitting out, βN-now- oh! Look at that, let me get that bruise cleaned up-β There was no bruise, and there was no reason for you to drag Gojo from the kitchen as fast as you did. Yet, you did anyway. βWeβll be upstairsββ
βManβ¦Sukuna.β Geto whistles lowly, watching you lug his 6β3 mess of a clingy best friend up the stairs and into what he assumes to be Gojoβs bedroom. βI know you wanted to set them up together badly but wasnβt that a little much?β
βOh shut up- I donβt give a shit if they get together or- or if sheβs happy or not.β he gruffs, stalking off.Β
Yet, Geto guffaws at the angry rouge that colored the very tips of his ears, and the slight wobble in Sukunaβs lower lip when he stops to watch you two make your escape.
Yeah. βDidnβt give a shitβ his ass.Β
βUgh.β Utahime rolls her eyes, signalling at the DJ to raise the volume on the music just a tad louder. She had a dreading feeling theyβd strangely need it. βMen.β
.
.
.
Ugh, men.Β
You roll your eyes, the soft pads of your fingers tracing over where Gojoβs knuckles were slightly reddening after knocking against the cabinets. You were only glad that it didnβt escalate into something even worse - damn this stupid idea.Β
βIβm sorry.β
Gojo breaks the thickened silence between you two, his sullen voice echoing across all four wide corners of the master bedroom. But all you can hear is the thundering of your own pulse when he blinks his eyes up at you, βI didnβtβ¦didnβt think it would go this far.β
The two of you are sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed, practically sinking into the plush mattress. And you canβt help but notice how much the room smells like him.
βAh, well- yβknowβ¦β youβre trailing off, and the way you look at him - so soft and raw will forever be etched into his honeyed mind. You were comforting himβ¦what a night. βPlay stupid games, win stupid prizes. B-beside- itβs over now, isnβt it?βΒ
He can only nod.
And you feel your fingers twitch where they were cradled in his much larger ones. Fuck. Here goes nothingβ¦
βSo that means I have to hold up my end of the bargain now, doesnβt it?β
Oh.Β
Gojo blinks.
Oh.
βWait- so was it the body or the char-β
βUnless you finish that sentence right now. In that case Iβm never speaking to you again.β
And shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut Gojo Satoru up then youβd have been wielding this power much, much sooner. Breath hitching when his plump, pinkish lips instantly zip shut, and heβs scrambling off the bed to kneel in front of you.
Kneel.
Gojo was kneeling in front of you, knees clacking to the floor so hard that you think it must hurt. But all that he wears on his expectant face is the rosiest of blushes, and the slight pucker of his lips when he leans in. βI-Iβll shut up- but can I have my kiss now?β
You couldnβt gift an answer even if your dizzy mind could somehow conjure up one.
Because with the slightest nod of your head - barely motioning even a few millimeters - Gojoβs crashing his lips onto yours like he was starved.Β
Like he didnβt want to breathe - didnβt need to - when his mouth was meshing against yours. Addicted from that faux kiss downstairs. Keening out a low whine at the very back of his throat, heβs gulping in steady heavals of your essence. Greedy hands circling your body-
βO-oh shit.β he kisses, mouth parting from yours ever-so-slightly because fuck, he had to breathe. But heβs completely and utterly sure that he could die happy right here and right now, lips firmly pressed against yours.Β
Youβre half-heartedly sputtering, βWe shouldβ the partyββ
βD-donβt talk to me about a fuckinβ party, pretty.β His teeth pull lewdly on your lower lip, βOne more- that was a practice run. O-one m-β
This time, itβs you cutting him off.Β
Swallowing up the rest of Gojoβs sentence and forcing his body to wreck with a sudden bolting of lightning. And Gojo swears he tastes heaven on your lips, thumbing open your jaw further to pry out your lolling tongue and suck.Β
You moan out what sounds like a slurring string of his name over and over - praying that these walls were as soundproofed as they looked.Β
Fingers nimbling their way over to the first few open buttons of his shirt - the very graze of your skin down his burning one sends shots of electricity down Gojoβs body. It makes him jolt. It makes him drag in a heaving lungful. It makes his heavy palm drop its way to the curve of your ass and squeeze.Β
βWait-β heβs drunken. Seething. Silvery strings of rope snapping in the heady lack of space between you two when Gojo pulls away. β-whatβs it that they say- one more for luck?β
One more. And another. Another. Another and another and itβs still not enough even when Gojoβs mouth was throbbingly red and raw from crashing against yours, whimpering at the slightest wet glide of your candied lips across his.
Meshing in a sodden pucker heβs trailing his plumpened lips down the splatters of dribble thatβd made its way down the corner of your mouth.Β
As lazy as his hands were, long digits drawing circular massages up, up, up your thigh. Youβre gasping when the fat curve of his thumb nudges in through your drenched panties, drawing a sopping wet line down your teary slit.Β
βI thinkβ¦β Cutting himself off to let his tongue slide out and lick a languid stripe down your drivel. β...think I needa hah- kiss those other lips of yours for good measure, sweetheart.β
Oh.
Fuck.
He looked like he was seconds from drooling at the very thought. Nervous energy bleeding into his words, making them sound almost like a whimper. Gojo Satoru wasnβt asking - he was begging on his knees right before you to eat out your pretty cunt.
Sharp inhales being sucked through his drunkenly parted lips when you slide your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and pull. βTh-then you better make it worth all the trouble, Toru.β
Oh, his head tumbles backwards at the sound of that nickname on your lips once more.
Chuckling - chuckling - all humorless and crazed. Bleary eyes locked on you and only you, he doesnβt move them a singular inch once all the while dipping his fingerpads into the hem of your panties and pulling. Dragging out the drenched excuse of your panties, theyβre splotching a glistening coating of your sweet, sweet juices down your thighs.Β
And Gojo only turns to look once he brings them eye-level - up to his face and-
βToru, youβre so nastyββ
βYa think?β Gojo huffs out through the slicked-up fabric of your underwear, breathing in your essence like it was his favorite scent. And you swear you catch him sneaking in a few droplets of your syrupy juices that splatter onto his mouth. Groaning, βOh, sweetheart- mβgonna make you realize just how nasty I really am.β
Without any apologies, without any warning, your thoroughly hypnotized self is being shoved down roughly onto the mattress. You bounce a few times against the navy sheets, legs hiking up on autopilot - exactly the way that Gojo wanted them.Β
You really were made for him.Β
Mewling, βWh-what-β
βShhh sh sh-β heβs whispering out in ragged rasps, still pressing a few pretty pecks against the mound of your translucently glossed panties. It was taking everything in him to part- to set them downβ¦Well, perhaps not that far. Gojo stuffs your panties mindlessly into the back pocket of his pants, tongue swiping a moisturized coating over his lips when he takes back in the sight of you. βMβtalking to her.β
All splayed out on the bed for him - it was like all his dreams materialized into real life.Β
Literally.Β
βOh, look how wet she isββ His creamy fingertips push up your dress to make such a slurring mess all over your pursed lips. On purpose. Swirling the edge of his manicured thumb over and over in the tiniest of circles over your pulsing clit. And Gojo snickers at how greedy she was for his attentionβ¦how cute. β-whaddaya think sheβs ngh- tellinβ me, pretty?β
Rubbing your fists over your eyes, youβre seeing stars when Gojoβs rude digits give your clit a sudden pinch. βI-I donβt knowββ
βAwww- are you sure?β Youβre being showcased the most innocent pout youβve seen him plaster on his entire life, lower lip jutting out and looming so dangerously close to kiss the drizzling trail at your puffy folds. βBecause sheβs so talkative to me- might jusβ be nicer than you.β
You wish you could snap back as you usually would - oh, how you wish.Β
But youβre sure that any and every noise that showers out from your dazed mouth wouldnβt even be heard. Because for one infuriating time in your life, Gojo was right.Β
Those sugar-coated squelches from your dripping cunt replayed in your ears over and over. Every teasing pattern of Gojoβs fingertips has you rambling in a saturated song that sticks to your ears like cotton. And Gojo couldnβt get enough.
He couldnβt stop.
He couldnβt falter no matter how much he wanted to keep up this ever-cracking facade of being suave. Heeding to practically every word from your pretty pussy when his heated mouth gruffs closer and kisses you.
Slow. Filthy.
βT-Toruββ youβre whining, your fingers entangling with his snowy locks. And no matter how hard you tug, Gojo doesnβt move even an inch. β-make sure you ngh- b-breathe- fuck-β
βDonβt need to..donβt- donβt need itβ¦β Gojoβs slurring out into your saccharine pussy lips, intentionally dragging out his words so that they vibrate all down your spine.Β
Button nose massaging against your ample clit, the decadent room rings! with a sultry squelch. And youβre peeking down at that sinful sight of Gojoβs tongue smearing your puffed-up pussy lips agape. Swiping around and around the circular hole of your entrance before plunging in-
Oh.
Gojo looked like he was so in bliss.Β
Eyes sliding all the way to the back of his head with one taste of your bawling cunt on his tongue- shit. Shit.
Shit shit shit. Heβs out of control when he gasps, two hands curling under and around your thighs to haul you down the bed. Maw hanging ferally open when heβs gashing your poor pussy with the most sodden French kisses - Gojoβs never kissed a person like this before. And he doesnβt think he ever will - other than you.Β
Doesnβt think heβll ever feel as feverish as he does right now when heβs craning his deft fingers into his mouth. Sucking. Tasting. Each and every one with a messy pop! pop! pop!Β
He really was nasty.
You gape at the way your slick hangs all down his lips and coats a sparkling glaze that drips down his chin and forms a little pool at his neck. His collarbones. Trickling down with pearly beads of sweat that sift between his perky pecs so mouthwateringly.
βF-fuuuuck-β Gojoβs hissing, brows scrunching together like he couldnβt even believe what he was seeing. βYou jusβ got ngh- wetter. S-so much wetterβ¦β
Itβs said like a prayer.Β
Like a plea because your cunt was driving Gojo crazy.
βItβs all because of ah- youββ You squirm at the way that these were the words tumbling from your mouth. And you already know that Gojo was about to tease you for this for the next few years - if he even remembered, that is.Β
Because just about the only thing that he can do right now is twirl the edges of his fingers over your winking hole. Once. Twice. Before feeding you inch by long inch of his middle finger - in your lusty haze you think you manage to count about six inches from his staggering size.Β
And it only had you imagining his size down below.Β
βDonβt squeeze around m-me- fuck who am I kidding-β Gojoβs sleazy pumps of his hand has your cunt slobbering all down to his working wrist. Adding in one more, two. β-drool all over me- make a mess- hah- fuckinβ ruin me.β Mouth bumbling a mile a minute when his drives build up sloppily, swiveling around your gummy walls to nudge over all your tenderized sweet spots. βYeah- heh- yeah suck me up like that. S-such a slutty girl, arenβt ya?β
βS-stop being so-β
So what?
Talkative with your cunt? So greedy when he shovels his face back in between your tottering thighs? So heated when he utters. Like a death sentence. All that he could. βI-I canβt stop- do you know how long Iβve ah- imagined this? Dreamt of this?β
Your palm constrict on his silky strands and Gojoβs so pliant when he lets himself be rummaged even deeper against your pussy. So ready to be used. βTh-think I like you better when you ngh- shut upββ
And even through it all, Gojo finds it in himself to roll his eyes - though, you think itβs a way to disguise the way heβs agonizingly swimming in euphoria more than anything. Chuckling out wetly, βTh-think I like it better when youβre ah- actually on mβtongue and n-not jusβ in my fuck- dreams when I have my cock in hand.β
Shit.
Heβs so shameless.Β
Fingers jackhammering in and out in and out in and out-Β
βWhere is it-β heβs spitting out into your squirming pussy, the lower half of your body being pinned to the mattress with one of his strong arms. Youβre feeling the way his biceps bulge against your skin. Getting faster. Faster. β-where is it where is it where-βΒ
βWhat are you even ngh- looking for, Toru?β youβre crying out - it was all so much now. So close.Β
But the only answer you get are your ankles being tugged to wrap around Gojoβs fervent head, pinned with one hand behind his back. βLock it.β Keeping you held there until the ends of your feet knot as vice-like as possible to mash his face into your drooling cunt.Β
Gojo wraps his rose pink lips around your weepy clit and sucks through furrowed brows when his thorough digits surge upwards at a bruising pace into a bulbous magical spot. That spot.Β
βFound it.β
And you find yourself cumming with such a loud yelp of Gojoβs name - throat rubbing sore with every peak of your high. Your orgasm crashes into you over and over as he laps up every bead, every splatter, every drop that youβre giving.Β
And heβs still parched.Β
Spitting out a wet slew of saliva into your quavering hole, Gojoβs making such a mess of you. Absolutely ruined when he sucks up every wet smear that waterfalls from your cute cunt - so thirsty.Β
Itβs only when your high has died down to a few tingles, when your limbs twitch with overstimulation, that Gojo finds himself pulling away. His lips stinging rawly, nose slicked and dripping with your sweet, sweet juices - youβre hearing the most pained grunt from between your legs as he pulls away.
It hurt him to.
βOh, w-would ya look at thatββ
You werenβt sure if you trusted him enough to look - already knowing that whatever it was would have your mind reeling.
But how could you not when Gojoβs fat fingertips squeeze your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, opening your glazed mouth just wide enough for him to salivate. A thick wad of spit hitting your lolling tastebuds, his thumb swipes over the stray slops thatβd made their home on the corner of your slack jaw.Β
He grins, βI said look, sweetheartβ¦β
Groaning, your eyes blink downwards - and you werenβt even sure what you were witnessing at first. Not even sure if you were daydreaming - because Gojo had his black dress pants unbuttoned. Shoved down until his thick, milky thighs just enough for you to witness his massive length.
Yeah, his fingers were definitely an indicator of something.
Because Gojo was so big that you felt nervous. His length swollen and thickened to an incredible girth. All pretty with a red, rotund ruby tip that blushes a cute strawberry pink all the way down, down, down until neatly trimmed tufts of white at his base. Saddling his tight, hefty balls that looked much too heavy.
He made your mouth water.Β
But that wasnβt all - no, what really catches your eye and snaps you from your orgasmic haze and into a half-lucid state were the creamy rings upon rings that laminated his shaft. Frosting-like dredges of cum sliding lazily down his angry cock, spurting out a few more from his weepy divot at the very end at your unwavering attention. Did he-
βYes.β Gojo gasps out in a condensed puff, his voice sugary and embarrassed. Shit, did you just say that out loud? βI-I came just fromβ¦youβre just so-βΒ
Damn, he curses his stupidly babbling mouth. So drunk on you that he canβt voice all the sinful thoughts sprinting through his melty head right now - all the thoughts that have been already for years now.Β
It was impossible - even for his big fat mouth.
So without another word, Gojo tuts as heβs rolling his shoulders as if on instinct to pop a few joints; in one, fluid motion your body is being sidled into such an easy princess carry.Β
Patting you down right into the cushiony middle of the bed, he looms over you - stalks over to you. And you canβt deny that the absolutely feral smile twisting his features makes your cunt twitch.Β
βToo many clothes.β Gojo tugs on your dress - that darkened glint in his eyes not boding well for you or-
RIP!
-for this dress.
At the sight of your jaw dropping in adorable surprise, he chuckles out a rough, βDonβt worry- Iβll buy ya that again. Iβll buy ya the ngh- whole fuckinβ store jusββ And oh with a few masterful flicks of his fingers on your bra, youβre left in nothing underneath him. Nothing to hide your perfect body away from the way he was fucking you with his half-lidded eyes. β-just let me f-fuck this cute cunt, please?β
It takes you a few sloppy seconds of Gojo nibbling down your neck for you to realize that heβs waiting for you. For anything.Β
Huffing, your shaky fingers clench around the glaringly open lapels of his button-up. βSβunfair th-that youβre the only one in clothes-β
And, well, who was Gojo Satoru against you?
Youβre demandingly helping him shrug off that branded shirt, buttons hitting the ground, his pants hitting the floor-
βWhoops.β Gojo grins sheepishly when his pants and those tight boxers collapse onto the floor in a tatter of fabric and your panties. βJusβ consider it a uh- birthday gift, prettyββ
No longer having his flaps of fabric to reel him in by, your fingernails dig neat little patterns of crescents on his heated skin as you drag him down to you. Heady breaths mingling with one another, βYou said no gifts, remember? If you ngh- really want those panties- y-youβre gonna hafta earn it, Toru.β
And earn it he will.Β
Because as soon as the bulging spherical shape of his fat head swipes a sopping kiss down your pussy lips, you feel yourself already moan. He was so hot.Β
Already so pussydrunken when he says, βHope ya donβt mindββ Teeth sinking into your tender earlobe, β-this is my first time.β
Fuck.
Fuck.
You barely even have the mindpower to register those words before youβre being split apart - gasping at the almost-unnatural feeling of being so thoroughly full. Of having our steamingly hot insides being fucked open with just the simple tip of Gojoβs staggering cock.Β
βCβmon- cβmonββ Heβs lunging up in slow, mindless gyrations trying to force his thick length inside. Powerful arms keeping your wrangling legs spanned wide open for him, they barely even let you budge. Biting down on his lip in frustration, βF-fit inside- shit, your pussyβs so tight, sweetheartβ sβit too big for you?β
Stubbornly, βNo-β
And Gojo only has to glissade the curves of his palm down to that inflationary nudge of where he was drilling into your cunt. βNo?βΒ
β...no.β
Pressing down. Hard. βNo?β
βFuck- yes- youβre just too big-β And you meant it as a complaint - you really did. But those words only have every ounce of blood remaining in Gojoβs shivering body galloping down to his gluttonous cock. Pushing at the seams to make him expand even fatter, bigger- βWhy are you getting bigger?β
Shit, you really needed to watch that mouth of yours.Β
Because it has Gojoβs hulking body falling onto two elbows on either side of your head, like a heavenly cage you didnβt ever want to get out of.Β
Sweat-simmered forehead bumping into yours, you feel his large fingers interlace dangerously on top of your head. βYou need to-β Heβs crashing his lips against yours in such a filthy open-mouthed kiss. β-s-stop talkinβ outta ya ngh- pussy. Leave that to her.β
Her.Β
And youβre so utterly distracted by all his little ministrations that you didnβt even realize the way he was snugly fitting himself into your cunt.Β
The stretch is impeccable when it hits you like a train at full speed, feeling the tiny nooks and crannies of your magical spots being brushed up against the thrumming upright curve of Gojoβs cock. Heβs leaving no millimeter of your elastic walls unturned, unstretched. Untainted.Β
Gushing out a sweltering hot wave of buttery pre that sloshes all the way against your womb. βOh- oh what the fuck-β Gojo hisses, chest heaving. And if you didnβt know any better youβd have wondered if he was in pain. β-what the fuck- th-this is what you feel like?β
Right - shit. In all the chaos, youβd forgotten those words heβd confessed just earlier - Gojo Satoru was a virgin. Because of course, he was. Donβt make him laugh, who else would he have ever wanted to see him like this other than you?Β
A virgin that was currently pacing his slender hips back and forth to instrument the most syrupy squelches from the very gooey bottom of your cunt. His drooling mouth spreading wider and wider with every sultry half-thrust.Β
You mewl, βH-how does it feel, Satoru?β
βI-I feels so- soββ But the words are failing him - the words are escaping him with every gummy squeeze of your walls like you wanted to swallow down more and more of his solid inches. And hand on your hips swirls your hips around ever-so-slightly to feel his sobbing tip paint tiny circles of gluey precum inside you. Gojo snaps his eyes open - wild. β-is it even l-legal to have ya cunt feel this good, sweetheart? This- oh! Heavenly?β
And he was sounding genuinely concerned. Genuinely worried for his sanity once Gojo manages to feed your needy cunt all of his length.Β
Now in.
Fully.
And it feels too good - too blissful to have almost every single prayer in his life finally answered that Gojo canβt help but scrunch his eyes shut and cum.
Loudly. Pathetically.Β
One hand dancing downwards to give your plump clit a punishing little squeeze as if it was your fault. The other curling around your throat to have you meshing your mouth with his panting one, you can feel it in the vibrations how his voice cracks at the very same second your gooey cunt is filled with such copious dumps of his seed.
Thereβs so much.Β
As if heβs cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life, every splatter of stifling hot cum managing to paint the bullseye of your g-spot in pure white. Ounces of his seed creaming around his hefty base, it smears and slide around your thighs as Gojo continues to fuck you into the mattress. Pound after pound that make him see overstimulated stars.Β
And it makes Gojo giggle - giggle - head lolling deliriously into the crook of your neck, now covered in a slather of his drool. Every slow ram into your splurging cunt has him grunting out the tiniest ah! ah! ah!Β
βShit- fuckinβ embarrassing-β You hear him groan into your neck, licking a languid column from his tongue before biting. Hard. Hard enough that youβre wondering whether heβd draw blood, βCan ya believe- s-saved my virginity for the ngh- girl of my dreams nβ mβcumming already~?β
He leaves a few final pecks against your lips, βTh-this pussyβs got me too haaaah- addicted, prettyββ As heβs moving to part sloppy ways, youβre gasping at the splatter! of something warm. Wet. And only then do you register the literal tears crinkling at his eyes from overstimulation. Crying.Β
βA-are you okayβ Satoru?β Youβre whining, limp fingers skimming away the strands of white that cling to his prespired forehead.Β
βNo.β Comes the answer, comes the heaving gasp when Gojoβs fatigued limbs force themselves through his trembling muscles to heave back upright. βOne m-more. That was a practice run.β Throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, you feel his flexing deltoids underneath you when Gojo brings one ankle up to his mouth and kisses. Muttering - more to himself than anything. βB-but mβgonna make yβfeel good- oh- fuck- mβgonna make you t-take this big cock.β
His words have you just as stupidly fucked as his fat shaft does.Β
Those lightning bolts of his veins thump down the upperside of your goopy channel, massaging your sweet spots over and over and-
βTh-think it was here-β Gojoβs palms feel everywhere and anywhere down your tummy for the vicious back and forth of him inside you. To feel that bulging opening, the way your snug channel clenches every time his bouncy tip recoils back from your cervix. Wanting more more more- β-or w-was it- here.β
βFuck!β The entire expanse of your spine arches off of those thoroughly and filthily dampened sheets now, meshing up sluttily into Gojoβs body until his prespiry-glossed abs cushion your front, plush pecs so comfortably collapsing on top of you. βThere- there there hngh- more-β
βMore-β Gojo chuckles, hitting that precious spot over and over. His chubby head mashes in slurping soppy collisions until he was out of breath. Dizzy. βMore she says- Greedy girl, wh-when you have me already ngh- dripping out of you. Shit- squeezinβ me so. Oh-β
And his vigorous fingers scoop up such lecherous volumes of his own milky cum, toying with the gushing waves of white your poor pussy leaks with every pound.Β
Heβs bullying them between your lips - cerulean eyes dilating, mouth sagging unsealed when you eagerly suck on his digits. Tasting his candied self, tasting you. Somehow managing to muffle out, βM-mβnot greedy.β
Gojo can only grin, βS-say that to me when this oh- cunt of yours isnβt sucking the fuckinβ soul outta me.β
And Gojo would love to tease you more for this - to mouth away for hours on end into your ear about how drenched you were getting and muse out loud whether youβd dreamt of this just as much as he has, too.Β
But instead, heβs pecking a flurry of lovely kisses all down your face. Gasping into your lips, βM-move that pretty hand fβme-β So rudely swatting those fingers of yours thatβd snuck their way down to toy with your neglected clit, Gojoβs taking over himself to rub steady, methodical circles. Thumb peeking pressure on the hood of your clit just the way heβd read online. β-Iβve always w-wanted to ah- do this. To fuck you raw. T-to ruin you and ngh- fill you up-β As his words spill, so do a few ropey wads of pre. More. Frequent. β-a-and eat you out all over again. See how you taste like mineβ¦β
βY-youβre gonna-β You canβt even bring yourself to say it. βAgain?β
βOf course, sweetheart- why? Scared I- oh.β
Thatβs when he does it - the mistake of peering his barely-open eyes down.
His weightily smacking balls that smooch against your ass with each thrust clench oh-so-painfully at the vision of your puffed-up pussy lips gaping around him. Drooling. Swallowing. Accommodating his ruthless cock for all you can, practically broken in half and still yearning for more.
Shit, the sightβs so hypnotic that Gojo doesnβt even realize when heβs letting his thoroughly overwhelmed body lock into yours like a puzzle piece. So hefty and sculpted.Β
His abs practically melting into your body, and his sloppy hips pistoning into you even deeper. Harsher. Every raring grind of Gojoβs lengthy shaft probes into your g-spot so hard. Like he wanted to leave widely battered bruises of his circumference on your sweetened spots, your cervix, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. Like he couldnβt stop.Β
Doesnβt even know the very word right about now in this filthy, filthy mating press. βCβmon- cβmon one more for ah- luck?β Whimpering, βMy sweetheart, I-Iβm gonna-β
Gojo sees white when he cums once more this night - and you do, too.Β
Youβre not sure if itβs because of the violent streaks of electricity that run down your entire body, or because of the treacly spurts of cum that overspill from your poor cunt. But fuck- did it feel so good.Β
Your entire body tingles all the way down from your toes up to your bleary head - and the entire room feels like itβs fucking spinning at this point.Β
Black tinging your vision with ever overfilling thwack! of Gojoβs tight, cum-filled balls as they empty out, out, out into your depths. Itβs coating your insides like a sticky second skin, leaving stringy drizzles of seed seeping from between your slit. Adding to the ever-growing puddle before.Β
Youβre feeling it swashing around you with every drivel of his hips. Overstuffing your elastic walls until you felt like they were about to burst.Β
And all you can do is simply grapple your nails into the bulging muscles on Gojoβs back, whimpering out a broken, βT-Toruββ
βMβhere I-Iβm hereββ Yet his voice sounds airy, hitching like he was on cloud nine. A beefy arm wraps around your body and manhandles you close to him like some sort of ragdoll, βMβhere- shit-β His lips graze against yours in what you assume must be a kiss, too oversensitive to even perk his head up and peck you senseless like you knew he wanted to. βNever lettinβ ya go- haaah- never- ah-β
Whatever promises Gojo always imagined whispering into your ear can be said and done later.Β
Right now, the only thing he can streamline his body into doing for him is to search blindly for his discarded pants by the side of the bed. Searching for that bulge in the back pocket- no, not the panties heβd swiped right in front of you - instead, heβs feeling for the shape of his wallet.Β
Pulling your tired body back into his, Gojoβs carding it lazily open to show you that.Β
Exactly what they were talking about.
Splayed out proudly in the front and center of his wallet was a picture of the two of you. Years and years ago exactly on this date, the aged photograph showed a smiling Gojo Satoru in front of a candlelit birthday cake, tiny cheeks all pinkened. A small, surly you standing by his side - eyeing his Digimon hat more than you were eyeing the camera.Β
But that didnβt matter, because Gojo wasnβt looking at the camera, either.Β
He was looking at you - exactly the way he was right now.
Glowy eyes half-lidded, a mysterious little smile playing on his lips. Gojo nuzzles his face against yours and breathes out a tiny, βIβ¦I might have loved you ever since then, yβknow that?β
Youβre gasping, eyes shining withβ¦something. And Gojoβs heart stutters as he wants to find out. Wringing your hands to wrap around his broad chest, youβre coiling your legs together until youβre unsure where one ends and the other starts.Β
Whispering three lovely words into his ear - and three more into the honeyedΒ air.Β
βHappy birthday, Satoru.β
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Gojoβs one wish was to wake up next to you - like this. Under soft blankets, with your sleepy breath puffing softly into his collarbone, your body tucked safely into his.Β
And he never wants to let go - could never even dream of anything that could ruin this precious moment-
βMind explaining who ordered wedding decor last night on MY account?β
Ah, that would do it.Β
Bleary blue eyes wrench open, taking Gojo every shred of will in his body to not jolt at the unwelcome greeting of Shoko peering down at himβ¦while he was all wrapped up with his best friendβs sister in a bedroom that could almost be mistaken for a crime scene.Β
Would it really be too late of a birthday wish to hope that she hadnβt noticed your tattered clothes on the floor, the ruined state of the sheets, and the way that the bedframe sagged suspiciously on one side?
Gulping, heβs pressing your body even tighter into his, careful not to let you stir - well, at least it couldnβt get worse than this-
Footsteps.Β
Close.
And an unmistakable few voices - and laughter. βIs that my sist- SATORU, YOU BASTARD-β
βEugh.β
βWHAT did you blackmail her with?β
βWoahhh- congratulations on your relationship!β
A/N. Lowkey has the spirit of a crackfic, I fear. This was SAUR fun.
BED CHEMβ geto suguru
minors dni.
art by to00fu !
welcome to the christmas tour ! take a seat in section (b) and let the show begin !
prologue. β ditching your friend's christmas condo party for your scrumptious, needy boyfriend? yes please!
want to try sitting somewhere else ? take a look at the ticket chart again !
pairing. geto suguru x afab!reader
warnings+. awful usage of brainrot slang to weird geto out (mission successful), making out, messy sèx, crèampiè, nothing crazy !
word count. 5k!
song inspiration. bed chem β sabrina carpenter
a/n. happy 1 month birthday to this blog!!!!!! π kind of fitting that i celebrate with a geto fic <3
mp3. where art thou? why not uponeth me? see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy !
"hey," you say, holding up the dress and crinkling the red satin in your fingers, "what'd you think of this one?"
it's a gorgeous number, a sheer, corset bodice with a daring thigh-high slit, all set to softly drape off your shoulders. the kind of dress that screams 'sexy without trying too hard' and 'television heroine vampire heiress'. your goal in life.
geto doesn't even glance up from his latest obsession, crouched by the kitchen counter. he's eye level with a pavlova, drizzling raspberry glaze over it like he's performing surgery. without missing a beat, "it's cool. for someone desparate in witness protection," he deadpans.
you scoff, clutching the gown like the aforementioned television heroine, "you just say weird shit sometimes. what does that even mean? and a day one hater, didn't even look up..."
"and yet," geto mutters, still hyper-focused on his dessert, "i know i'm right."
you throw the dress onto the couch dramatically, "suguru, you bought this dress for me."
that gets your boyfriend's attention and he looks up, catching the gleam of familiar red satin, and visibly gulps, "oh. my bad. it's, uh, hot you'd look hot, i mean."
"nice save, baby," you arch a brow.
he tosses his inky black hair back, some of it falling right back into his face, "what's it for?"
you sigh, propping your legs up on the worn couch, "that big party, remember? my friend who got married and had a kid last year, y'know her right?"
geto hums, popping a fresh blueberry into his mouth, without taking his eyes off the pavlova, "mmph," he says through a mouthful, "the one who married the guy who cheated on her like thrice?"
you grin, delighted he remembers the gossip you've spoon fed to him over time, "yeah, well, apparently he tried making it up to her by buying her an entire condo."
geto wrinkles his nose in disgust, "tacky. ya' just can't buy class."
"totally," you sigh, "but it's so nice in there. and when she hosts parties there, i can't really complain. it's like, so gorgeous."
then, you glance back at your focused boyfriend, watching as he artfully arranges more berries atop the meringue, "mhm, speaking of gorgeous, are you gonna stand there making love to the pavlova all night, or are you gonna help me accessorise this thing?"
geto glances at you, his violet eyes narrowing playfully, "why so needy? jealous of whipped egg whites and sugar?"
you flop your arms to your sides with a dramatic sigh, "what if i am?"
geto exhales as though you are his most tiresome, and favourite thing in the entire world. grabbing a silver spoon from the cutlery rack, and dipping it into the sticky-sweet raspberry glaze. he's striding towards you, and there's that signature air of both exasperation and amusement, "open."
you comply, simply because dessert trumps dignity, and not before biting down on the spoon with unnecessary force just to mess with him. the glaze simply melts on your tongue, and you smack your lips, "mmm. wait, this shit's really good. what's it for?"
geto laughs, stepping closer to swipe his warm thumb across your bottom lip to catch a stray bit of glaze, "for us, jus' us. thought we'd have something sweet for christmas."
you clutch your chest like a damsel, "i thought i was your sweet thing for christmas."
your dear boyfriend rolls his eyes, swatting your arm lightly with the sticky spoon, leaving a smear of glaze, "tch, what am i gonna do with you?"
you gasp in mock outrage at the sensation, but geto's expression shifts, softening as he swings a knee up onto the arm of the couch, "wan' me to come with ya?"
you blink, thrown off from his hauntingly beautiful features that you'll never get tired of, "come with me where?"
"that party, love."
your jaw practically hits the floor, "wait, really? you actually want to? thought you hated these things?"
geto's lips quirk upwards, shrugging a shoulder, "the things i do for my pretty girlfriend."
cue the squeal. exaggerated just enough to irritate him, just a bit. you clutch his arm, bouncing slightly, "aw! you really do love me!"
geto's exasperated look cracks, softening into something far more quiet and fond. he places a hand on your head, ruffling through your hair just enough to make you scowl at the mess, "don't push your luck," he warns. but his tone betrays his amusement, "i just feel bad i haven't gone to any of the others with you."
"i'm glad you said that, though, suguru," you start, already scheming as you lean forward and rest your head on his knee like its the most natural pillow in the world. he lets out a soft puff of breath, almost instinctively leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.
"remember those high-waisted pants i said would look really good on you?"
geto frowns, "the ones you said made me look like a...and i quote, a slutty mushroom?"
"bingo. you should wear them. the world deserves to see your delicious gyatt β"
your baiting words are accentuated by a pinch to the back of his dark sweatpants but cut off by his sharp exhale, and the way his fingers, which had been lazily tracing the curve of your ear, freeze mid-motion.
"my what, love?" geto asks, his tone a mix of suspicious and the kind of dread reserved for people who know they're about to regret asking a question.
"gyatt," you repeat, completely unrepentant, no shame nor misery, "it means β"
"i know what it means," geto cuts in, deadpan with a faint and tell-tale blush creeping onto his tan skin, "i'm cutting off our wifi. all our electricity actually."
you laugh, patting his muscular thigh lightly before squeezing it again for good measure, "oh, so you do know what it means. that's embarrassing for you, babe."
"and yet, somehow, i still have the moral high ground," geto grouches, pinching the bridge of his nose, "and you say that i say weird shit. now you're bringing gojo's tiktok fuckery into my own home."
"first of all, it's our home," grabbing the red dress and standing, almost knocking him off the couch's arm, "second of all, my big and tall and beautiful boyfriend is such a cutie patootie when he's embarrassed."
geto groans, tilting his head back, "stop. you're emasculating me."
you pause in the doorway, "you cry everytime we watch strawberry shortcake. you do that shit to yourself."
"that was one time!" geto protests, but you can hear the smile colouring his voice.
"two times."
"the mermaid episode was emotionally poignant. power of friendship and moral honesty despite the promise of treasure," he calls after you, "you wouldn't get the timeless themes!"
well, mission accomplished. the dress fits you like a second skin, hugging all the right places. and you're not even ashamed of how long you spend admiring yourself in the mirror. the way the corset lifts your chest, well, it's definitely giving hot and sexy vampire now.
"suguru!" you call out, expecting a snarky reply but hearing nothing. typical. "suguru!" you yell again, just because you can. you wander out of the bedroom, only to find him already in position: stretched across the couch, legs draped lazily over the armrest.
and fuck, he looks good. wearing those wide-legged pants you suggested, and obviously, you were right about them. a crisp white top with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms. geto's hair is pulled back into that high, slightly messy knot he's so fond of, but a rogue and choppy strand has escaped, brushing against his cheek.
the whole look screams 'effortlessly hot' and you can imagine how smug he'd be if he knew what you were thinking.
"oh. hey, love," he greets casually, scrolling through his phone and still draped over the couch like a catalog model who knows all his angles. but then geto looks up, and the phone nearly slips out of his hand.
"uhhh, hey," he says, his eyes widening as he takes you in, and his rosewood lips part, as he says it again, clearly dumbfounded, "hey."
you laugh, crouching down next to him, amused by the way he's visibly short-circuiting, "not bad yourself," you tease, "what were you looking at?"
before he can stop you, you lean in to peak at geto's phone, pressing yourself against his side. glitter from your collarbones transfers onto his skin, but you're too busy laughing at his dimly lit screen to notice.
"suguru!" you gasp, your shoulders beginning to tremor, "fuckass yahoo answers, of all places. wait β i can't believe people still use that. stop moving your phone, let me read!"
is it good or bad if my girlfriend says i have a gyatt?
geto's ears turn deliciously red, and he locks his phone with an exaggerated click, "okay. nosy mcgee," and he's grumbling, "makin' me sound like a loser."
you pat his cheek lightly, grinning like a cheshire cat, "it means i think you're scrumptious," you say with mock seriousness, "like top-tier snackish. like, as in, i like your ass."
geto huffs, his lips twitching despite himself. and then, leaning forward, he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. you wrinkle it instinctively, thinking of all the concealer and powder you had layered earlier.
"well," he says, as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, "i think you're pretty too."
you sigh dramatically, "just pretty? why did i end up with a nonchalant man?"
geto gasps, his mauve eyes widening in mock offence as he juts his lip forward, "hah, 'scuse me. i'm not nonchalant. i'm like the total opposite of nonchalant. i'm like...chalant."
you snort, catching his stray fingers as they linger close enough to your lips for you to playfully nip at them, "yes. you are. my very chalant boyfriend. what a hero."
geto rolls over to his side, so he's facing you. absolutely wrinkling his white shirt, "thank you for recognising my efforts."
but then his tone shifts, his gaze running over you, "but seriously, you look hot. like crazy hot. like wow, my girlfriend is insanely hot," and he leans in slightly, "and i jus' can't stop looking at your two, beautiful, perfect..."
it hits you that his gaze has dropped to the swell of your chest.
"suguru! my eyes are up here, you dog."
"shit, been caught." and he's still laughing at your grumbles, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you up in one swift motion, dragging you alongside him towards the bedroom.
"hey!" you protest half-heartedly, trying to dig your heels into the carpet, "the front door's the other way, genius. we're gon' be late."
geto doesn't stop his stride, glancing back at you with a pleading look that's also smug at the same time, "yeah, but you're the one who looks like that. don't think i can function. i need a minute."
"geto suguru, everybody. one-minute wonder. all he needs to finish."
you hear your boyfriend's scoff, as a teasing laugh escapes him, "hah, can't help being like this, can ya? got a gold medal when it comes to pissing me off."
you smile sweetly, "it's because i love you."
geto rolls his rich-plum eyes, his hand guiding you towards the bed as he shakes his head, "you know i love you too, right?"
"duh."
"good," geto says, and with that, he's leaning in. pressing a hot kiss to your jaw, then moving to your waiting mouth. it's messy, sloppy, the kind that makes your pussy clench a bit. sue you, eh? it's just the effect that geto suguru has on you.
you let out a soft whine as his tongue smears across your satin-finished, ruby lips, perfectly lined not ten minutes ago. but then geto's pulling away, circling his finger lazily in the air. a wordless demand that leaves your thighs clenching in anticipation.
you playfully huff, but spin yourself away from him. planting yourself on all fours, hearing geto grunt as he seems to appreciate the view. tsk, your predictable, eager boyfriend.
his large hand is running slowly down your spine, like he's savouring the way the satin clings to you. it's sending shivers down your body, and you're certain that if geto were to push your dress up and cup your core with a large hand, he'd pull it away wet and dripping.
"ah, pretty. so pretty, aren'tcha?" and his fingers are tugging taut at the ruched dress, like he can't quite believe you're real and his. despite three smooth years of professing your love to one another.
"suguru," you protest, "y'know 's not a cheap dress, babe."
you can hear the amusement tinging his smooth voice, "i know. i bought it, remember? don't want you worryin' your pretty lil' head over it."
you let out a soft sigh as you feel him entirely lean his weight over you, enveloping you in that heady scent of leather and cardamom. scooting your ass back, so tight satin would faintly drag across his very pronounced erection.
"f-fuck," and geto's laugh is sharp, disbelieving. half a huff, and half a chuckle, but entirely in awe. broad, warm hands are gliding over you before the gentle press of his palms come to rest on your hips. he's sliding your dress up, letting satin rustle with a soft, whispering sound. leaving your skin exposed to the sudden and sharp kiss of the christmas air.
"wow," geto whistles quietly, appreciatively. he seemed to be enjoying the sheer red thigh-high tights that clung to the plush of your thighs like a second scarlet skin, and you gasp as he hooks a long finger underneath the lace border, snapping it once briefly in a mild sting.
his hands are so close to where you need them most, and it's so utterly infuriating. he's practically dancing his finger tips over your inner thighs, ghosting so close to your underwear. panties that were surely languid, weighty by now. you could feel the damp cotton growing far more slippery and tacky as geto suddenly ran a finger over your clothed cunt.
and you can hear the elation in his voice as he lifts a finger up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around your syrupy taste, "hah, you're practically a super-soaker. that's pretty cool."
you scowl, fighting the urge to swivel around and pounce him in retribution, "y-yeah, thanks," but the bite in your words is tempered by the lazy heat that coils in your stomach, "but you're taking too l-long, baby. can't you jus' -"
and you're deciding to take matters into your own hands, as geto seems fascinated by how thin, clear strands create small bridges between his fingers. you reach for the waistband of his high-waisted pants, running your own hand down his absurdly slender waist, right over a godly chiselled torso.
"y'got impatient, didn't you, love?" and now geto's scowling, hauling your wrist back to pin it behind your back like you foretold. but not before planting a soft press of lips to your inner arm, gentle and tender.
but you flex your fingers behind your back, stretching them out, groping at the air. your boyfriend must have noticed, almost immediately because of course he does, and you can hear a soft, knowing coo from behind you.
"ah, 's what you want, right?" he teases, sliding his cool, slender fingers over yours, intertwining them effortlessly, "just wanted me holdin' your hand, how cute."
"maybe i was j-just stretching," you huff, but squeezing his hand tighter.
geto hums, unconvinced, as his thumb brushes lazily over the back of your hand, and you can hear the sound of fabric rustling behind you, "sure. totally not begging me to hold your hand like some lovesick, little dove."
but any retort falls away from your tongue, right when you feel something heavy, and hot smack against your tailbone, leaving a faint, moist kiss that feels cold when it patters off, "now pay attention."
you muffle a small, desparate whine, as geto has one hand tangled with yours and the other being used to hold and smack his thick cock once more over the base of your spine, "hope s-she's ready f' me now."
you feel as though all the air has been utterly pushed out of you, just from geto practically splitting you in two. you don't even have to look at geto to know that he's absolutely wrecked already, just from the throbbing, curved tip of his cock pushing past your tight walls, snagging with only the mildest resistance.
you can almost see it in your mind's eye, picturing it all just from his low curses and gasp.
how his chin must have tucked low enough to kiss his sternum, feathery strands of hair spilling over his forehead. those inky lashes fluttering in disbelief and surrender over hazy mauve eyes.
"s-she's always so eager to take me," geto croons, and his eyes are practically glued to the way your puffy folds bulge and drool over his shaft slowly feeding inches into you, "almost there, love."
"look at, hah, t-that," your boyfriend drawls, but you can hear how entirely undone he is, that tremour cutting off the end of his words in a sharp gasp as you arch yourself into him, letting that stretch take you so deliciously.
"keep your back arched like that, love," geto murmurs, and his hands are guiding you, pulling your hips back in a gentle, rhythmic push-and-pull over his cock. leaving you to feel his girthy shaft rummage and jostle around your insides, leaving a hefty divot at the edge of your cervix in a way that has you suddenly keening out a faint moan, "doing s-so well for me."
and fuck, the sound of his groin smacking wet kisses against your ass has you feeling like your head was going to explode, and your heart was going to give out, pressing right up into your throats. but you can tell geto is pleased, ruined even as he slowly drags his cock out of you at a filthy, slow pace.
if only to make you feel every throbbing vein on him, and how it imprints on your gummy walls.
there's something just so right about him being in you like this, having his pretty love bent over and absolutely stuffed full of his cock, something that just makes sense.
and right now, nothing else in the world matters save for you, and geto can't bring himself to even care about deadlines, or a decent and sensible christmas dinner, or some stupid party. not when he's letting his weighty, drooling tip loll out of your folds.
thick and heavy like a heated rod in the cool air of the evening, as he pushes two long fingers to spread open your syrupy folds, running the angry-red tip over your gloss, before finally pushing himself back inside.
"i w-was gonna say it was this dress, love," geto stammers, swirling his hips around, trying to rustle right into you, "but i think it's just you. ya know w-what you do to me right, hah, don'tcha, pretty?"
oh you are more than aware. and that heightened sense of perception is only exacerbated by how the thick curve of his cock is bruising into you. slamming into you with a heavy smack!
geto's world tilts, leaving him teetering on the edge of an embarrassingly early orgasm. but he feels little shame, not when his head is so heavy and his lips sting, caught under the desparate press of his teeth. every shallow breath he takes feeling like it's just unravelling him further, circling the tips of his fingers over your clit, just so you can whine and arch yourself into him more.
geto decides to play that card more, wrapping a thick arm around you to pull you into the air slightly. that faint increase in angle making you buckle as his weeping tip pulls symphonies of thick, angry squelches from your sensitive cunt. each jostle of his sharp, staccato hips feeling more and more shaky.
"not too much, r-right?" geto's breath hitching in uneven bursts, caught somewhere between delirious laughter and incredulous, overstimulated sobs.
that sweet, and unsteady wheeze results in tears pricking at geto's eyes from the delicious heat of your pussy, falling over the feverish nape of your neck, "know you wanted to go o-out, wanted to wear this pretty dress but i think 'm gonna d-die if i stop now, 's okay with you, yeah?"
"not t-too much, suguru," you hiss, feeling crystalline tears pool in your own lashes, just from pure please, "f-fuck, 'm already so close."
and you truly are, he's drilling himself into you at a beastly place, jostling a large hand over your chest, brushing over the lace lining the corset bodice, as if he's desparate to get his hands into your dress, to brush his thumbs over sensitive nipples.
his cock leaving searing trails of precum against your drooling, fluttering walls, leaving behind a wet trail that almost burned you. the force of his crashing hips leaving stamps in their wake, and geto's gasping and groaning at the faint cling of your dewy pussy, snatching him in quick, forceful bursts.
you shuffle precariously, still jostled against him, as you push down the bodice of your dress. probably damaging the framework a bit, but it's so worth it to hear geto almost sigh in relief, letting his hands run over the fat of your tits. pinching, swirling his fingers over the soft skin.
geto thinks he might just collapse over you in a weak heap when he hears your whine, "wan' more, s-suguru."
yes, more. that's exactly what geto wants to give you. he wants to see you milk him dry from the heavy balls swinging against your skin, wants to see you heave breaths of air as his seed drips out of you. wants to have you pressed against him for hours on end, to flip you over so your ankle lock behind his neck.
his imagination must have been working overtime. for like the peak specimen of male virility that he is, geto suguru just ends up cumming instead.
and with an embarrassing, heady grunt from him, geto's pulling his pulsating cock out of your folds, doing his best to keep himself steady enough to use his other hand well.
to keep running his fingers in tight circles around your clit, while he lets his spurting cock pump load after load of translucent, white fluid paint your spine a pretty pearly sheen. coming right on you.
it's so messy, it's so filthy and geto feels mildly numb as he decides to push his still throbbing cock, one that is still spurting right back into you, as he pushes his weight onto you, taking care not to force you too harshly against the crumpled sheets.
and geto just can't help himself, can't stop himself from leaving sloppy, wet kisses to the back of your neck, to your cheek. can't help himself from tilting your face back so his mouth can meet yours, and he can taste that raspberry syrup from earlier on your tongue, sweet and tangy.
and geto doesn't even care that he sounds ruined, raw and brittle. absolutely tattered as he whines, "we d-don't have to go to that party, right? hnngh, jus' need to hear you say that we don't have to, i think 'm gonna need some more of her. milking me so w-well."
he doesn't hear much apart from your gasps, your short cries like a mantra of "ah, ah! suguru!"
you weren't even sure how much time had passed, an hour even. or more. and you vaguely wondered if your friends were still there. sitting at some christmas party in some luxury condo, whispering over flutes of champagne, wondering about where you were. unaware that your adonis-esque boyfriend had been pounding himself into you, stretching you out over his cock until you were seeing heavenly stars.
until you were feeling thick ropes of white paint your insides once more, and streaks of dark dimmed your vision, and mauve and violet flashed behind your eyes.
you're tugging at the hem of your dress, still laughing fondly as you watch geto. his tousled, choppy hair falling out of its knot, and his eyes half-lidded and blissed out. his crumpled white top clings to his lean frame, and he's propped up lazily against the headboard with his other thick arm slung back behind his head.
"give me another hour, and we can do it again, love," geto huffs, his voice still a little raspy from earlier.
you shake your head in amusement, despite the mildly uncomfortable feeling of slick sticking beneath your thighs, splattered over your beautiful dress, "mhm, what a nice way to spend christmas, huh?"
geto stares at you adoringly, and his eyes are heavy with contentment, like he can't quite believe that you're here, and for a second, you think maybe the world would stop right there, in this perfect moment.
he runs a thumb over your face, pressing down on your lower lip, "i think it's better than some party," and geto's tone is dreamy, lazy, "no offence to your friend."
you snicker, thinking about whether you're going to need some well-thought excuse for your dear friend. or whether you're going to spill the whole truth for her.
but just as you're about to pull geto's plush mouth into another lazy kiss, his brow furrows. a sudden, concerned shift in his expression.
"hey," your boyfriend mutters, reaching to find his phone, "what's the humidity like tonight?"
you blink, caught off guard, "humidity? what's it matter?"
well, your skin feels unusually sticky, like the air itself is clinging to your sweat-dampened skin. despite the cool air of the december night. and there's that sweet, pleasant tiredness settling into your bones.
geto's suddenly sitting up, his eyes wide with realisation, "wait, love. fuck," he's muttering, scrambling up to his feet, "the kitchen!"
before you can process what's happening, he's racing for the door, and you stare at the empty spot on the rumpled sheets where your broad boyfriend was sitting not ten seconds ago.
"what is wrong with that man?" you murmur, but you hear a panicked cry from the kitchen, something about that damned pavlova going limp and soft with the heating on.
you bite back a small comment about something else going limp and soft, deciding to save that one for later when he's back in bed.
(JUST MEET ME AT THE) APT! β gojo satoru
minors dni.
art by chitrartum on twt.
welcome to the christmas tour ! take a seat in section (a) and let the show begin !
prologue. β your ex, that sleazy and no-good scumbag won't stop posting tacky mirror selfies on instagram, arm around his fellow cheater-in-crime. so, christmas eve finds you morose in a dodgy dive bar. why not tumble back into bed with that random, gorgeous stranger you just met?
want to try sitting somewhere else ? take a look at the ticket chart again !
pairing. gojo satoru x afab!reader
warnings+. never drive, no matter how little alcohol is in you folks!!! never!!! making out, creampiè, hooking up with a stranger, ovèrstimulation, mildly rough sèx, gojo won't tell you what his job is
a/n. reader lowkey a hater, i love vanilla vodka eggnog </3 i said i was gonna post on 02/12 and i kept my word, literally rushed to finished this before my clinical exams in the cardiac ward ππππππ hope y'all stay healthy. your future surgeons are writing gojo smut on tumblr.com
mp3. don't you want me like i want you, baby? don't you need me like i need you now? sleep tomorrow, but tonight, go crazy. all you gotta do is meet me at the apartment (μννΈ) !
you think your friends would kill you if they knew this was how you were spending christmas eve. not at some glittering holiday party, nor tucked away in a snow-dusted cabin. but here, holed up in a dimly lit bar with an atmosphere so questionable it should come with a warning label alongside a health and safety audit.
the place had charm, if your definition of charm included scuffed floors, a jukebox stuck on 'last christmas' and a string of blinking lights that looked like they'd been thrown at the walls rather than hung. still, you'd swiped a couple of minty candy canes from a jar near the door, which felt like a win.
your phone sat resolutely off in your bag. self-preservation. no instagram, and no tacky mirror selfies from your scumbag ex with the same smirk he'd worn a month ago when you caught him cheating. with someone who had always been 'just a friend, babe!' you weren't keen to let that ruin the rest of the night, though if you were being honest, you had already let it ruin a good chunk of the month.
"another christmas vodka...sour, please," you squint at the messy chalkboard above the bar, where the christmas specials were scrawled in what would barely pass for handwriting.
the bartender gave a single, surly nod. he looked as though he'd rather be anywhere but here, preferably somewhere free of customers nursing post-breakup bitterness like a fine wine.
and so, you found yourself staring at the tall glass now sitting in front of you, studying the rosemary sprig that swayed lazily in the translucent red liquid. a few cranberries bobbed among the ice cubes like they were on some tiny festive raft.
"woah, that one's way too strong for me."
the voice interrupts your private session of wallowing. you turn your head, slowly, to take in the culprit. he-who-hath-disturbed-the-peace. a man sitting close enough to be annoying, but not close enough to invade your personal space.
it takes you a moment to process the stranger, mostly because of the brain freeze from your ill-timed gulp.
"i mean, it's not bad," you shrug, hoping to sound neutral enough that he leaves you be. but then because you just can't leave well enough alone, you gesture at the specials board, "better than...that, at least."
you jab a finger at the chalk-scrawled abomination: vanilla & peppermint vodka eggnog.
the man frowns, a sharp but somehow charming movement that's overshadowed by the dim lights, "hey, i ordered that one."
you blink like a startled bovine, before breaking into a laugh, "my bad. i'm sure it's really fuckin' delicious."
the stranger chuckles too, a soft and low sound that seems more genuine that it has any right to be, "i hope so. otherwise, this is gonna be a long night."
the man finally shifts, casting aside the dim shadows that lay over him, into the blinking string lights. broad shoulders framed by a dark, tailored jacket that hugs him like a second skin. his hair, startlingly white, was pushed back by β wait, was that a blindfold?
you stare longer than you should have, trying to piece the odd sight together. a cosplay? a k-pop idol wannabe, hoping to get recruited for the next bts tour? perhaps, he was blind, hard of sight? you start to open your mouth, wondering how to phrase the intrusive and awkward questions, but he beats you to it.
"i can see you just fine, y'know," he says, his tone laced with amusement.
your cheeks burn at the realisation that he's caught you gawking shamelessly. so you quickly turn back to your drink, suddenly very interested in the cranberries floating in the glass.
the bartender returns, sliding the stranger's drink onto the counter with an audible clink. it was the most obnoxious cocktail that you'd ever seen. a martini glass filled with frothy, pale liquid and crowned with a cinnamon stick that jutted out like the mast of some ridiculous holiday ship.
you watch, mildly horrified, as the man picks up the glass and downs half of it in one confident gulp. he sets it down a satisfied sigh, and a smack of his glossy lips, and you wrinkle your nose involuntarily at the sight.
"i swear it's good," he says with a laugh, catching your expression. his grin is wide, playful. and you find yourself smiling back despite your sour, gloomy mood.
he has a nice smile, you note. not forced nor smug, but genuine. framed by pale pink lips that curl up in an easy, natural way. it was strange though, to look at someone without seeing their eyes.
"i'm gojo, by the way," he offers, his voice smooth and lightly amused once more, as if he'd caught you studying him again.
your gaze drops to his hands, long and slender, tracing the rim of the martini glass. something about the way they move β elegant and deliberate, hold your attention a moment too long for propriety. you quickly snap your focus back to his face, "what brings you here, gojo?"
gojo shrugs, and you can almost imagine him rolling his eyes beneath the blindfold, though you doubt his ire is directed at you, "work, i guess. or maybe i just got bored of going to work."
"they're working you hard, yeah?" you ask, trying for sympathy. employers loved squeezing their workers dry during the holidays. your own boss was proof enough of that, running the office like a sweatshop for santa's unpaid elf labour.
"something like that," gojo says with a scoff, the corners of his mouth quirking up again, "what about you? what brings you here? it's christmas eve, isn't it?"
you sigh, the weight of gauche embarrassment suddenly pressing down as the words spill out before you can stop them, "my ex-boyfriend cheated on me."
gojo's lip curls, the kind of expression that balances perfectly between pity and disgust, "that sucks," he offers. profound and wise, you have to agree as he continues, "you jus' find out or something?"
the question makes you cheeks heat, and you fiddle with the edge of your drink, "no, i've known all month." you gesture vaguely towards your purse, where your phone sat like an unsealed pandora's box, "but he posted...on instagram. and stuff. i'm still, y'know, getting over it."
gojo makes a thoughtful clicking noise with his tongue, "ah, see, i don't do social media. but that sounds rough."
you let out a weak huff, "yeah, well...now i just feel like a loser. my friends told me to go out and have fun, and here i am..." you trail off, downing the rest of your cranberry vodka in a single, decisive gulp. the sting hits your throat, sharp and sour, and you grimace at the burn.
gojo frowns slightly, leaning in just enough that you can hear how his voice softens, "i don't think you're a loser." the sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, pulling your gaze back to him, "it's fair to wallow."
his words hang in the air, and you find yourself smiling, albeit thinly, "that's...really nice of you to say."
gojo hums thoughtfully, "i meant it, i promise. but i can't exactly say i've been there, never really dated anyone."
you blink, openly gaping at the man, "really? you're joking."
gojo laughs at your incredulous expression, "same old work and stuff," he explains with a casual shrug. then his grin fades, tone shifting just enough for you wonder why that feels as though the clouds have covered the light of the moon outside, "always got in the way."
"at least you never had to deal with a breakup," you offer, trying to find some weak, silver lining.
gojo frowns, his pale complexion now tinged with a faint red flush that even the dim bar lights couldn't disguise. was he really that much of a lightweight, or was the eggnog's amaretto content deceptively boozy?
he sighs dramatically, "a friend once left me outside a kfc in shinjuku. then he became a murderer and a cult leader. that felt like a breakup."
"huh," you murmur, staring at the man with a mixture of amusement and faint alarm, wondering if you'd seen any cult leaders on the evening news lately. no, nothing save for the occasional incorrect weather report, a friendly good-looking priest running some scam association, and news reports about an octopus that could predict the lottery, "that's - well, okay..."
you couldn't quite tell if he was joking or not, but gojo seems to shake himself free of the odd reverie. he's running his hand through his shock of white hair, and his grin has returned, slower and a touch softer, "still, your ex must've been crazy. letting go of a pretty girl like you?"
the words land with surprising weight, considering they come from a stranger in a sleazy bar, but it leaves you momentarily stunned. you can feel a blush rising to your cheeks, your heart doing an embarrassing little flip before you manage to get a grip on yourself.
"wow," you laugh, feigning composure as you sip the last remnants of your drink, "smooth."
gojo's smile is wider now, "hah, i call it like i see it," and his lips now curl upwards as he leans in, "and i'm serious. if i had someone like you..."
you laugh again, but this time it's far more unsteady. you wonder if the cranberry vodka is playing with your head, "big words for someone who's never dated. should i be impressed, gojo?"
gojo's chuckle is a deep sound that vibrates in his chest, "i know a good thing when i see it. you don' need to date to know what you want. and i think i want you."
your stomach does a little flip, and you feel all rationality being pounded out of you just from staring at his unfairly gorgeous hands rest on sturdy thighs, "you do flattery well, i'll give you that."
"oh, i don't know about that," gojo says, fiddling with the stem of his glass, "but what'dya say we get out of here? how about my place?"
you blink slowly, and you're aware that your heart (and...nether regions) have already composed an answer before your mind has, "what if you're a serial killer? you're not about to silent night, deadly night me, are you? you haven't killed someone have you?"
for a moment, the man stills but then gojo leans back, "smart girl. asking the right questions. but no, i can at least promise that i'm not a criminal."
you hesitate just for a beat, the words lingering on your tongue, before you let out a breath and shrug, "fine. where's your place?"
"azabu," gojo replies without missing a beat, his tone smooth, like it's the most natural thing in the world.
you gape once more, blinking as you try to process the information. azabu? as in tokyo's ritziest neighbourhood, where a one-bedroom apartment could cost you more than most people's yearly salary? the kind of place where the floors are made of marble, and everyone's shoes are more expensive than your entire wardrobe?
gojo, ridiculously handsome despite looking like a circus runaway, too charming for his own good, and not the type you'd expect to find in a cheap downtown dive bar. definitely not on a christmas eve, at least.
for a split second, you wonder how a man like him even ended up in a place like this. maybe it's some kind of self-imposed penance. or he likes to keep things low-key when he's pretending not to be rich? maybe he's looking to cosplay a succession character?
whatever it is, it's working. not only does gojo have a face carved from marble, now you've got a solid ticket into seeing what a neighbourhood for the top one percent really looks like beyond it's wealthy exterior. maybe, you'll bring back a souvenir.
you wonder whether there's a group of small emotions standing around inside your head, inside-out style. glaring at you as if you're incapable of making good and rational decisions.
well fuck that, you gather yourself and shrug off the small wave of nerves, and loop your purse strap around your finger, "alright," you say, "let's get out of here then."
you don't miss at how the adam apple of gojo's throat bobs for a second, before he downs the rest of his drink in one go, "let's get outta here then."
you follow him out into the cold, your breath fogging in front of you as you try to focus, but the man is tall, like ridiculously so. but when you reach the curb, he turns to face you again, a frown marring his face.
"so, i have a small confession."
i changed my mind and i find you repulsive.
i was paid by your ex to do this, and now i've done enough to get my money.
i'm a serial killer.
you don't know which possibility is worse, "huh, a confession? what is it now?"
gojo chuckles, lifting a hand to the back of his neck, as though he's about to spill a dark secret into the night air, "i don't have a car."
"you've got to me kidding me. how'd you even get down here?"
gojo shrugs, a casual and almost lazy movement. and you feel your gaze lingering on his shoulders. broad, impossibly wide, the dark jacket hugging him in all the right places, like it was tailor-made to showcase just how much he filled it out.
"someone dropped me off. ages ago," like it was the most normal and rational explanation in the world.
your own laugh is short, a little disbelieving, but you pull your silver keys from your purse, "well, i guess i'll have to drive then. but what would you have done if i hadn't been here to save the day?"
gojo steps to the side, opening your own car door for you with a small flourish and exaggerated bow that makes your heart jolt again, "probably teleport back home. maybe fly, since the skies look clear."
what a weird guy. hot, but weird. he seems like the type to dress up with a fake beard and show up as gandalf at the next lord of the rings fan convention.
in the driver's seat beside him, you catch yourself staring too long. your gaze slipping over a model's jawline, the white of his hair being held up by the blindfold. even his vaguely expensive scent is disorienting, pleasant like pine and blackcurrant. but it's also hard not to be amused when he's furrowing teeth into plush pink lips out of concentration, pressing an address into your cracked gps screen.
well, merry christmas to you.
gojo's place is well...how do you say this? gorgeous doesn't quite begin to cover it. he leads you into the building with the ease of someone who knows every inch of it, tossing a casual smile over his shoulder as he swipes a key card to unlock the private elevator, "i tend to move around a bit. or stay in different places. keeps life exciting, don't you think?"
you step into the elevator alongside him, the polished mirrors reflecting the soft glow of gold accents and sleek, modern lines. his hand hovers over the control panel before he presses the button for the top floor. of course, it's the penthouse.
"you move around a lot?" you ask, arching an eyebrow, "what, like a restless billionaire or something?"
gojo smiles, leaning casually against the steel as the elevator begins its smooth ascent, "now you're exaggerating."
the elevator finally dings, and gojo steps aside, offering an exaggerated bow as he gestures for you to exit, "after you, my fair maiden."
you almost scoff at the ridiculousness of it, but there's something so endearing and charming about how he pulls it off, especially when paired with the unfair symmetry of his face.
floor to ceiling windows dominate the far wall, revealing a jaw dropping panorama of tokyo's skyline. the city stretches out in a glittering sea of lights, with the tokyo tower glowing a golden exclamation point against the velvet night sky. the interior is just as impressive, with polished wood floors that gleam in the warm light and a glass dining table that sits beneath a sculptural chandelier. that same faint scent of blackberry and pine lingers in the air, heady almost.
behind you, gojo strolls with an easy and languid grace, tossing his jacket onto an artisan leather armchair. beneath it, his sky blue dress shirt clings just right and rolled up to reveal forearms faintly dusted with pale hair. you think you've momentarily forgotten how words work, and you avert your gaze quickly. though not before catching the faint smile on his lips.
"not bad, huh?" gojo says, heading to the open kitchen as though he's unaware of the effect he's having on a rational and sensible mind such as yourself, "it's no dive bar, but i'll do."
you shake your head, bewildered. trying to process how someone you met in a dingy bar could live somewhere that looks like it belongs in architectural digest. even down to the odd, ancient looking pieces that scatter the wide living room. weird looking artifacts of some sort. maybe he's also a collector? go figure.
"not bad?" you repeat, incredulous, "gojo, this place is incredible."
the man laughs, opening a sleek fridge to grab a bottle of water, "i have good taste," he says with mock modesty, his tone teasing as long fingers twist off the cap, "and a thing for gorgeous views. though, between you and me, i'm not great with heights. ironic, i suppose. paying a fortune for a view i'd rather not get too close to."
he waves a hand vaguely towards the windows, the blindfold still firmly in place.
"so, what's the deal? did you win the lottery, or inherit a fortune. or are you some kinda secret agent who moonlights as a barfly?"
gojo lifts the bottle in mock toast, "let's just say i'm very good at what i do."
you arch a brow, crossing your arms and ignoring the warm flush creeping up your neck, "and what exactly is that?"
"oh, you know. standard stuff. international intrigue, thwarting evil creatures. i even saved a kitten from a tree the other day."
"right, because nothing screams the next member of the avengers like eggnog in a seedy bar."
gojo leans casually against the counter, "even the avengers need a holiday drink now and then. don't knock it." but then he gestures towards the sleek couch, "wait, you can make yourself comfortable, y'know. i'd hate for my guest to think i'm a terrible host."
"terrible host? no, but a mystery man β"
before you can finish, your foot catches on something hard, and you stumble forward with an undignified yelp. gojo reacts instantly, how does he move that fast, and his arm is shooting out to steady you. but glorious gravity and magnificent momentum has other plans.
both of you crash onto the couch, and you find yourself sprawled unceremoniously across his lap. gojo's laugh rumbles low in his chest, and you can feel the warmth of it underneath your palms as you steady yourself, "well, that's one way to get comfortable," he murmurs, voice teasing as his large hand lingers lightly on the curve of your waist.
you prop yourself up slightly, cheeks burning, and glance back at the offending object. your brows knit together when you spot what looks suspiciously like a katana gleaming under the soft light.
"did i just trip on a β hey, what the hell is that?"
gojo interrupts, smoothly extending a long leg to nudge that suspicious object under the nearby coffee table before you can finish, "nothing important," he says breezily, the motion so quick you almost think you imagined it.
his focus shifts back to you, almost guilty, but his fingers are pressing divots into the fabric of your top, "now, where were we? hi."
you blink, caught off guard by how strange it is to feel the searing heat of someone's gaze underneath a blindfold, impossibly intent, "hi yourself," you manage.
for a moment, neither you nor the gorgeous man under you move, and the world feels strangely airless.
but your fingers twitch against the fine linen of his shirt. and before you can second-guess yourself, you reach your hand up to the edge of the silk fabric over his face and you ask, "can i take this off?"
gojo tilts his head, like it's a genuine consideration and you catch the faintest flicker of hesitation. it's fleeting, replaced by a crooked smile as he nods, "go ahead, sweetheart."
your hand rests lightly on the silk, hesitant for only a second before tracing its way to the back of his head. your fingers brush through impossibly soft strands of white hair, and his breath hitches when you find the knot tied neatly to the base of his skull.
you wonder what manner of man gojo is, letting himself be stitched undone by a stranger. but with care, you undo the knot, working deftly and clutching the fabric as you pull the blindfold away.
the blindfold slips free, and for a moment, you're certain you've forgotten how to breathe. bright, piercing blue eyes. framed by thick white lashes blink up at you. the intensity of such an unearthly gaze is softened by something more vulnerable, almost shy. nervous even.
"wow," you murmur without thinking, the word spilling out as gojo's expression shifts, an unguarded openness replacing the playful smirk that you've seen all evening.
your earlier assessment echoes in your mind: k-pop reject wannabe. the recent memory now feels like quite the injustice, a careless slight against a face that defies easy description. each detail of his face is striking, as if some divine hand had taken special care to sculpt him from the fabric of time and space itself.
gojo seems to sense your analysis, and you're sure that he's parted his lips to speak, but whatever he was about to say falters. that faint flush, pale-red like vermillion watercolour bleeding across a canvas, blooms across his cheeks. gojo's hazy gaze flickers for a second, and it sends a thrill through you. he's affected by this, by you.
it's hard to resist the slow smile that curves your lips, light and playful if only to mask the way your own heart is racing, "are you seriously shy now, gojo?"
gojo's expression shifts again almost immediately, as if that subtle invulnerability has been replaced by something sharper, almost indignant. he sits up a little straighter, the movement making you acutely aware of how the hard planes of his body feel beneath you.
"shy? no," gojo says, his voice steady but edged with some need to defend his honour, "i just...don't usually do this. that's all."
there's a sincerity in his words, an almost begrudging honesty that takes you by surprise. you tilt your head, as your murmur, "i don't either."
before you can second-guess yourself, you tilt your head down. pressing your lips to gojo's in a featherlight kiss. his taste is intoxicating, honey and sweet grapes mingling with a hint of that ridiculous vanilla drink from earlier. you pull back almost as quickly as you leaned in, testing the waters.
but your breath catches when you see that the blue of his eyes has deepened, darkened. and his lips, pink-blush and slightly parted, form a quiet and stunned oh!
"cool," gojo manages, his voice rougher than you expected, and you bite back a laugh as you watch him swallow hard.
"huh, cool?" you echo, your amusement bubbling over, "that's it? that's all you've got?"
gojo's grip on your waist tightens, and his hands are now splayed over your spine. anchoring you to him, as his mouth curves into something sly, though his flushed cheeks betray his composure, "compliments to the chef?"
you shift slightly, pressing more of your weight firmly into his lap. though not yet close enough to situate yourself over his groin, delighting in the way gojo's blush spreads down his neck, staining his skin a shade reminiscent of ripe berries swirling in cream.
you can feel gojo's attention as much as you can see it, how his own gaze lingers, deliberate and unhurried. taking you like a masterpiece that deserves more than a cursory glance. the hand that had been steady on your back shifts, his fingers threading through your hair. he watches as the strands slip and fall beneath his touch.
"thought you said you wanted me, gojo," you tease, though you're certain your voice is betraying the way your pulse is doing its best impression of the macarena in your jugular, "are y'gonna do something or not?"
gojo's gaze snaps back to you, a flicker of something far more intense passing through those impossibly blue eyes. full of hunger, need even. the hand in your hair slides away, only to settle at your jaw. it's warm and steady, his thumb brushing slightly over the plush of your bottom lip.
"i do want you," gojo says, his voice low and steady and maddeningly genuine, "want you to kiss me again. and again. as many times as you want until i forget my own name."
"gojo β"
"satoru," he interrupts, his voice cracking slightly, stripped of any previous swagger. it's unsteady and raw, affected in a way that excites you. sends a dark heat curling low between your thighs, "you can call me that."
"satoru," you repeat softly, letting the syllables fall from your lips, unfurling in the most hazy way.
something within the man shifts. his hand tightens on your waist, dragging you closer in a way that punches the air from your lungs. right over -
oh. the thick, curve of his erection straining against slacks that probably cost more than your monthly salary. it's deliberate, almost desparate at how the invisible thread snapped inside him. unravelled the careful composure he's been clinging to until now.
"go on," gojo murmurs, his voice dark with need, "kiss me again, please."
you lean closer, eyes flickering to his lips, and your pulse roaring in your ears, "who would i be to deny you any wish, satoru?" the words come out more reverent that you'd expected, as if your entire world has been tilted off its axis.
and then you kiss him, hard. desparate. as if his lips are your birthright, a homeland to claim. and gojo's kissing you back, carrying a sweetness that seems both foreign and familiar. in an instant, the weight of another man, a dreary haze in your past, vanishes. gojo is suddenly everything you didn't know you needed, vibrant and electrifying.
"let me know if it's too much," gojo breathes against your lips, his voice shaky as if he's trying to tether himself to the earth. but your kiss deepens, frantic and unrestrained. his mouth moves against yours with a hunger that sends sparks down your spine, and you suddenly realise you quite like the taste of vanilla when it's dripping from his open kisses.
you pull away, for every human needs air. but the sight before you has you clenching your thighs desperately around the bulge where you sit atop. gojo's gaze is heavy, full of that desparate longing that makes your chest ache. his lips are swollen, a soft cherry hue from your kisses. and strands of white hair fall over his blue eyes.
"look what you've done to me, fuck. miss you already," gojo murmurs, and before you can respond, he surges forward, hands pressing against your face with the intensity of a storm. one hand reaches to find the nape of your neck, letting you surrender to the heat of this touch.
you crave more, so much more from gojo, who's taking you in like you're his last breath, his final indulgance. it's as if he's found a new devotion in you, ready to worship you at the alter of your false godhood. but before you can part your mouth to tell him exactly what you and where, gojo's hands are already sneaking under your top, brushing against the trembling skin of your torso.
his teeth are biting down on your lip, leaving you dizzy. and gasping, and so damp in your panties as the fabric of your top is peeled away, and you're left shivering, fighting against the cold of the december air. you find yourself pressing harder into the warmth of his chest, letting the swell of your chest press flat against him.
"shoulda' turned the heat on before we came in," gojo murmurs, breathless as his lips hover a mere centimetre away from yours, "got nothin' to worry about, sweetheart. i'll keep you warm."
"didn't t-think i'd spend christmas eve like this," you gasp, your head lolling to the side as gojo presses open-mouthed kisses to the soft arc of your neck, sensitive even to the cool air.
"no?" gojo's reply is breathy, almost frantic as if he's fumbling in the heat of the moment and has little grasp over the words tumbling out of his mouth, "neither did i. but this? b-better than any fuckin' mission they could've sent me on."
you cock your head, feeling the heat of his clothed cock underneath your thighs, "m-mission, huh? what are you talking about - mmph!" but the rest of the question never escapes your lips for it's swallowed up by another one of gojo's candied kisses.
his rough hands work deftly, finding the clasp of your bra with ease. a pretty crimson thing, almost sheer as it caught the light. and in the centre, a tiny satin bow sat like the final touch on a perfectly wrapped gift. you had only worn it half-heartedly earlier in the morning, some forced christmas cheer for your dreary day ahead.
the look on gojo's face was anything but composed, staring at your cupped tits like you'd knocked the air out of him and his chest rose and fall as though he were remembering how to breathe. in a single fluid motion, your bra is unhooked. the faint metallic click barely audible over the pounding in your chest and he's tossing it aside with a casual flick, his focus entirely on you.
you find yourself mesmerised by his eyes, those swirling pools of blue that seem to have stolen fragments of the sky itself, clouds brushed into cerulean depths with strokes of syrupy smoothness. they're breathtaking, but the thought shatters as gojo's canines graze the flesh of your breasts, a sharp and teasing nip that pulls a gasp from your lips. leaves you rocking sharply against his erection, making him throw his head back, ragged.
the playful string blooms into a flush of heat, and gojo's at it again, his mouth working to leave faint red marks in its wake. you squeal, half in surprise and half in helpless laughter (and entirely in a lusty haze) but gojo only pulls back enough to murmur, "what? can't help myself."
but then he peers at you abruptly, his lips parted as he catches his breath, "wait. do you wanna β?" and gojo tilts his snowy hair towards the shadowy doorway that leads out of the living room, the implication clear even through his panting.
you nod, breathless, "yeah, jus' help me up."
without hesitation, a strong arm slides around your waist, and before you know it, you're being swept into a semi-bridal carry, and your head is resting against the fabric of his dress shirt. not a bad feeling, one you could get used to.
at the doorway, gojo lets out a low 'shit!', nudging the door open with his foot. the faint sound of clattering follows as he kicks something out of the way. you glance down from your entirely too comfortable vantage point, spotting a smattering of cheap tinsel, all glittering in metallic silver and gold, tangled with round baubles that glisten faintly under the dim light.
some have little smears of glue, and uneven glitter patches, as if crafted by unsteady hands, but with earnest effort.
"you big on christmas or something?" you tease, delighting in how the tips of his ears light up like nose of a famous reindeer.
gojo freezes for a moment, almost sheepish as he clears a path, clearly trying to look as macho as possible as he gingerly pushes aside a string of green lights, "made those for my students," he mutters, "thought they'd like them in the classroom tomorrow."
your laugh grows louder, and gojo's brows furrow, his tone growing defensive, "it's a nice surprise for the classroom!"
"i'm not making fun of you!" you insist, leaning up to press a gentle, soothing kiss to the hollow of his collarbone, "it's sweet. i think it's really nice, actually. wait, you're a teacher?"
gojo's mouth quirks up in a faint smile, "something like that," he says cryptically, finally clearing a decent and hazard-free path into a sleek, and clean bedroom. it's all modern space, all clean lines in shades of cream and white, and navy.
gojo sets you down gently, and the plush fabric cradles you as your back lands on fresh linen. and for a quiet, tender moment, you're both caught in the stillness. gojo kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands resting lightly on each of your thighs as if he's anchoring himself there.
his gaze is steady, content, maybe even adoring in a way that feels too intimate for someone who you barely know. there's a warmth in his expression, like he's savouring the sight of you, searching for something β and he's found exactly what he's hoped for.
almost without thinking, you lift a hand, cupping the sides of his face. his skin is warm beneath your palm, soft with the faintest hint of pale stubble that seems to fade into his skin. the moment your hands makes contact, gojo leans into your touch instinctively, his white lashes fluttering closed.
"hey, 'toru," you murmur softly, "y'still with me?"
gojo's eyes snap open at the sound of that, sharp and bright, as if the nickname itself has sparked a challenge in him. a low and almost frustrated sound escapes from the back of his throat, and he presses a feather-light kiss to the inside of your knee.
you don't miss at how his teeth sink into his bottom lip again, worrying and working the plush flesh like he's trying to steady himself. spreading your weeping thighs aside, as his gaze is fixed on something. intense, unwavering. the sheer focus of it making heat creep up your neck.
at how he must be staring hungrily at damp, sheer red fabric that clings to the outline of your cunt. at how it must shimmer almost translucently now, the sticky slick of your arousal enhancing the gloss, making your panties glisten under the light.
you're feeling an unfamiliar kind of shy under the weight of his attention, at how he must see how the fabric clings closely to your puffy, swollen folds β the delicate weave exposing the shape of your taut pussy, practically weeping for his touch.
you needn't have asked, for gojo was already diving into deliver.
he's gliding his index finger over your dripping pussy, letting the tangy syrup sink onto his fingers, leaning in to press a sweet, almost innocent kiss to your clothed cunt, "she seems desperate for me, don'tcha think, heh?"
the sound of the fabric ripping is sharp and wet, a squelching and almost fleshy tone, a sound that's both soft and sharp to the blood rushing between your ears. a strained tear of your beautiful panties, leaving cool air to gently leave a kiss of its own upon your cunt.
you gape at him, a bit too stunned to find coherent words, "hey, what the f-fuck! those were like super expensive!"
gojo rolls his eyes, the kind of look that has a bit too much attitude for someone who's practically begging on his knees for a taste of you, "don't get all huffy on me, sweetheart. 'm gonna buy you more, is tha' alright?"
"i'll r-remember that, satoru," you murmur, giving a sharp tug at his white strands, "you gon' have to give me your number now."
gojo shudders, the muscles in his back rippling underneath his tight shirt, "was already gonna," and he's back to pressing soft, kitten licks to your now exposed folds, small circles over your throbbing clit.
you buck your canting hips closer to the heat of his mouth, to where the pink tip of his teasing tongue peeks out of a pretty mouth, "satoru, c'mon. can't you just, fuckβ"
you sharply cry out as he presses his mouth forward, a sudden surge of heat jolting through you. burying himself deep, his nose brushing against the sweet, syrup that coats your pussy, and the rhythmic, wet movements of his tongue send shivers through your entire being.
"mhm, jus' as sweet as you look, baby," gojo gasps, swirling and flicking his tongue, teasing you with every deliberate patter of the muscle near your winking entrance. so messy, slick and you're not sure where he ends and you begin as it all glides together carnally.
gojo seems languidly tipsy, just from munching through the gloss of your cunt, far more intoxicated from your taste than any cheap christmas liquor. he alternates between pushing his tongue past the ring of your tight walls, and then wrapping his lips around the searing pulse of your clit, leaving your hips shaking and dragging over his mouth, smearing yourself over his chin.
you're fisting delicate white locks with fierce urgency, and he hisses and then chuckles into your pussy, "tch! ease up there for me, yeah? jus' move your hips like you were doin' before," and you comply, angling yourself better so he can flatten his tongue against your folds, jaw grinding deeper into you "hah, yeah, just like that."
"taking good care of you though, aren't i? wait, say it. say that 'm making you feel good," and he's bullying a long finger into your gummy walls, clingy and sopping, "say 'm making you feel better than a-anyone ever has," and you just mewl as your arousal must surely be dripping down his forearms, staining the cuffed sleeve of his shirt as he takes your sweet juices down his throat.
there's stars beginning to twinkle at the edge of your vision, and you know you must be close, for your heart is practically dancing a heavy beat against your ribcage, and you suddenly push his mouth away, watching as a clear strand of spit or your slick forms a taut bridge between his mouth and your folds.
"w-wait, satoru, s-stop."
gojo's head lifts, eyes blinking as if coming out of a faze. but then, like a switch, something sharp flickers behind his gaze and concern floods in. his thin brows furrow slightly, glossy lips parting as he reaches out, as if to steady your hips, "you okay, sweetheart? what's wrong?"
your heart stutters, pounding so loudly you're sure he can hear it. you try to steady your breathing, but the tremour in your fingertips betray you as they gently slide through your hair, the silky strands tangling around your hand.
"nothin' wrong, 'toru. but i was gonna cum," and gojo's face, still flushed and soft with arousal, splits into a shy, amused grin.
"hah, i know. that's what i wanted," he's close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath hitting your aching cunt, but you shake your head again.
"feels unfair, wanna see you too. wan' you to cum in me,"
you watch, almost in awe, as a low and guttural sound escapes gojo satoru, raw and unfiltered. gojo runs his tongue over his lips, his eyes dark with something dangerously close to hunger.
"you sure?" and his voice is hoarse, unsure despite his roaming gaze. you nod, your hands digging into his shoulder, tugging at the crisp fabric of his dress shirt, desparate to feel the warmth of his skin underneath.
his shaky laugh of disbelief only makes you more aroused, whining for him to hurry up, and before you know it, he's standing up, towering over your boneless form on the sheets.
"how could i deny you anything?" he murmurs, echoing your earlier words. gojo's hands reach for the hem, the fabric shifting as he pulls it over his head, revealing a milky expanse of toned skin, smooth and taut over a set of abs that should easily land him on a gq list.
his waist is slender, defined in all the right places, and the soft taper of muscles make your breath catch. but the soft white trail of hair that reaches under his waistband makes your cunt clench.
"y'seem happy with the view, don'tcha?" gojo's voice is teasing, the cocky smirk tugging at his lips, but you can hear the impatience threading his tone now too. he's not as in control as he lets on, his hands now making quick work of his belt, leaving your mouth dry when he finally pushes his black boxers down.
you should have known that his cock would be as pretty and unfairly gorgeous as the rest of him. he's circling the strawberry-red tip, glowering and throbbing, right over your gathered slick, coating it and smacking the mushroom head in a thwack! over your poor clit, leaving you jolting as he laughs and leans down to kiss you sweetly once more.
"jus' look at me, yeah?" his drawl is slow, lazy and so ruined. at the first inch of his throbbing cock that slips through your walls, he looks utterly undone. a mess of sharp edges softened by something far more primal and raw.
gojo's head tips back, exposing the elegant line of his neck as the moonlight cascades over you, "hey, sweetheart, 's not too much, yeah?"
hazy blue eyes bore into you, and for a brief moment, in the time it takes for the lightning to strike the earth, you swear that his eyes glow. almost radiant and jewel-like, with cerulean fractals shimmering as if they're emitting life of their own. perhaps its simply the electrifying stretch of inches that's rendering you to hallucinate, whining as your nails find purchase in milky skin and rippling shoulders.
"i-it's big, 'toru," you pant, feeling him almost shudder at the clipped name again, as he grips the base of his cock to bully the final inch in, sighing in contentment as he finally bottoms out, with a wet pop!
gojo looks feral like this, heaving a breath through his mouth as though the air is being taken from him from every second he spends stretching you out on his fat shaft, "hah, 'm glad, i'm so glad i met you tonight, sweetheart. fuck, fuck, y'feel i-incredible."
he's pushing your thighs further back, running his hands over the plush skin, leaving bruising red prints that won't disappear tomorrow as you moan, wanton into his open mouth, letting gojo run his lips down your jaw and into the curve of your neck.
you're practically now folded in half under the bulk of his weight, feeling stars collide in absolutely astrophysical ways, impaled further on the long and thick length of his cock, "in so deep, s-satoru."
seems that gojo is a man of little mercy, for he seems only all the more invigorated by your squeals, drawing his torso back to watch the hypnotic smack of skin on skin, of your slick and creamy froth creating fresh rings over his pistoning cock.
he's entirely out of control, as you feel your body go limp from the pleasure shooting through every nerve and pore.
depraved.
you don't realise you might have let that slip out loud, so dizzy in your cockdrunk haze because gojo's suddenly ramming himself roughly in you, as though he was desperate to have his cock kiss your cervix, to feel for every divot and nook of your cunt's walls.
"d-depraved, hah. people call me, fuck, p-people call me a lotta things, sweetheart," and gojo's so good with it, letting your pussy have not even one moment to take reprieve, having you feel each vein and bulge of his cock, "but depraved is n-new."
the hand that was dancing over your thighs flies to your swollen, aching clit. practically glistening for his attention, and his attention you did receive, "right, t-there! 'toru, mmph!" you're trying to splay your legs wider, giving his quick hand more room to swirl tight circles where you needed him most.
your double-vision gaze lingers on the ripple of his muscles, the way his arms flex and shift as he seems intent on angling you just right for him to drill his cock over and over, at some freakish and feverish pace, "y'so good, gojo," you purr, and your nails curl against his arms, pressing just enough to leave tiny crescents in his skin, the faint dampness of his exertion clinging to him, "s-so strong!"
something shifts. the glow is back, electric blue flooding his eyes like crackling storm clouds. it's almost unnerving, this unearthly brightness, as if he's some ancient god wrapped up in human skin, and you've just stumbled into a divine revelation.
gojo stills for the briefest moment, the thick head of his cock snagging on your puffy folds as he draws himself almost entirely out. the absence of motion makes you whine, an airy and impatient sound escaping your throat. that hesitation feels like a tease, like a string that's been pulled so taut, before he finally dives forward, capturing your mouth in a messy, heated kiss. sloppy in its disregard.
"s-so strong, huh?" gojo's voice is rough, shaky, as though he's trying to centre himself but your tight pussy holds him in hypnotic sway, "y-you think so? think i'm the strongest?" his lips brush yours as he speaks, and there's something almost boyish and charming in the way that he seems to be fishing for a compliment, despite the low heat in his voice.
you pull back from his wet, spit-stringed lips. just enough to wrap your hands around his neck and push him closer, deeper into you as he gutturally groans, "if i s-say yes, are y'gonna keep showing off?"
gojo's laugh is short, breathless, "y-yeah, wanna see?"
he makes quick work of pushing himself back into you, pumping himself so far in that your slick must be painting and sopping the white hairs at the base of his cock almost translucent, "o-oh my god, 'toru, fuck, oh my god!" the stretch has your head spinning, as if the skies are parting above you, and you're melodramatically left to see the light of divinity as gojo bucks his hips harshly into you. as if he's too far gone, needs to prove himself to you with a good fuck.
"you h-have to say it," gojo stutters, his words tumbling out so quickly, like rough gravel, "say it, fuck, c'mon. say i'm β say i'm the s-strongest. you have to, hnghh, god. please, jus' agree, okay?" his voice is cracking, that cocky veneer entirely shattered under the weight of his rambling desperation as he practically rummages through your sopping insides, "y-you feel it right, i mean, you can feel me β i mean."
a high whine escapes your throat as his pace becomes almost olympian, and you wonder faintly how you haven't managed to sprain a muscle or break a bone yet, how he hasn't managed to shatter something with the sheer pace and force of how gojo satoru fucks, "hah, 'toru. i'm β"
"close? g-god, i hope so. 's what i want. nothing, like n-nothing feels better than this right?" his words are falling out of him in a messy, pussydrunk rush, his eyes flickering between your face and down to where your pussy lips are bulged around his shaft, "so good, right? the b-best thing you've ever β"
you truthfully don't even hear the rest of his words, blood absolutely roaring and rearing in your ears, your ribcage as you feel the tight coil snap, letting out short, slurred snaps of his name when you cum. as he doesn't quite let up on smacking his hips right against your ass, "s-satoru, 's getting s-sensitive, oh, fuck. fuck!"
he's suddenly whining, with pleading and erratic blue eyes chasing after you, sloppily pushing down so he can gasp and pant into your open mouth, before capturing you in a heart-stopping kiss as he finally gets milked dry by your pulsing and fluttering walls. in awe of how creamy white is practically leaking out of you, dripping a stringy trail over the flesh of your thighs.
you're agape at how utterly fucked he looks right now, though you're certain you do not look much better as fat tears prick at your eyes, streaming past your ears from the overstimulation, "s-still fillin' me up, 'toru. god, do ya always cum this much?"
at first, you don't even get a response from gojo who just sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck, almost as if he's trying not to cry out, but then he's back to circling your clit with a rough hand, "makin' me sound like some kinda whore, s-sweetheart. 'n and i told you. don't do this m-much."
and now he's slowing down, pleasurably painful bucks of his hips keeping glossy, white seed in you. ensuring that it coats your entire entrance, "an' it's not my fault that she," and here, he gives your clit a small smack! grinning like a madman, "n-not my fault that she's so, hah, addictive."
each tight circle of his hand on your clit sends you hurtling into yet another orgasm, one that has you begging gojo for mercy, repreive, for more. an orgasm that has him whispering the sweetest nothings into your ear, "d-don't worry, gotcha like this. gonna let you rest n-now, jus' gotta relax for me."
by the time he's slipping his still somehow hard cock out of your creamed cunt, you can feel exhaustions heavy and caring hands caress you, rendering your body limp and boneless. your eyes heavy and hazy, but you can feel a soft ghost of gojo's kiss over the shell of your ear, "h-hope y'still here in the morning, sweetheart. don't leave, yeah?"
the morning sunlight filters through the blinds, and despite the ache in your limbs that cricks your bones, you drag yourself out of bed. christmas day, after all. you've thrown on gojo's dress shirt from last night, snug enough to flutter around your hips, but oversized enough around the shoulders to let you drown in it.
it's cozy though, and even the chilly air feels refreshing against the warmth clinging to you. gojo is still sound asleep, and you had smiled at how he took little puffs of air as he was passed flat out in bed. but you always like to be up early on christmas, and there's something about the holiday that makes you feel like you need to earn the right to nap later.
you wander around the bedroom for a bit, stretching your legs as your muscle protest in earnest. eventually, you decide to make your way to that kitchen. breakfast, right.
it seems like a good idea, especially considering the last thing in your stomach was a questionably sour vodka. so you pull open the fridge, expecting something befitting of this apartment. perhaps a slab of wagyu beef, a tin of caviar, a thick block of pistachio-cream dubai chocolate. you'd even settle for sushi.
instead, you're left staring back at a stack of candy canes, some strawberry yoghurt, a carton of milk and some fast food wrappers. despite your protesting stomach, a deep amusement washes over you. it doesn't surprise you that gojo would have a fridge stocked with food you'd find at a child's birthday party and a greasy diner.
still, breakfast is in order and because you can't help it, you pull out a candy cane and start unwrapping it. you're just about take a bite when you hear the unmistakable pad of footsteps. you turn, face to face with someone who would clearly not be out of place on a vogue covershoot.
gojo hasn't tossed on a shirt, and the sunlight filters over his chiselled physique before your sight is stolen by the loose sheet wrapped around his waist. delicious. you try to snap your gaze back to his face, but it's hard to not track your gaze down his torso, like a cat eyeing a particularly irresistible sunbeam.
"good morning to you too," gojo says, a grin curling his lips, "what are you doing?" his voice is still thick with interrupted sleep, laced with a morning rasp that forces you to ground yourself and stop falling prey to the god, eros and his machinations.
"breakfast, 'm starving."
"don't bother," gojo says, shaking his head, "we can go somewhere nice for breakfast. like real, actual food. don't think you want half-eaten yoghurt."
you nod enthusiastically, mind turning back to the peeling seal of the strawberry yoghurt with a spoon sticking out of it. but then, something else catches your mind's attention. a little curiosity piques, one that you cannot help but ask him.
"wait," you begin, snapping your teeth around the saccharine mint of the candy cane, "y'know what's crazy. like, i swear your eyes glowed last night. not even in a silly compliment way, but like electricity. i thought i was like, losing it.'
you expect gojo to brush it off with a wink, or maybe laugh it off like you're just teasing him. but instead, the man's face shifts, that cocky smile faltering for the briefest moment. it's gone so fast that you think you almost imagined it. but why does he look...almost guilty?
before you can process that, you realised you've leaned yourself over the counter, and in your absent-mindedness, your elbow presses a button on the answering machine. a small beep, and suddenly, a voice blares through the room,
"hey, gojo-sensei!" comes a high-pitched, distinctly teenage voice, an excited boy who sounds a little crackly over the speaker, "so, we found this grade one curse yesterday...and uh, we totally got rid of it. we were gon' call you, but you didn't pick up. but i almost got my arm torn off. wait, no! that sounds dramatic, i got shoko to look at it anyway. so what we're all wondering right is that we don't have to hand in any homework now right? as like reparations?"
the voice crackles off, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. you stand there, absolutely dumbstruck, staring at the answering machine like it's about to burst into flames or start singing christmas carols.
gojo, meanwhile, has the most awkward look on his face, clearly caught between embarrassment...and what? panic, amusement?
"satoru, what the fuck?"
he looks at you for a moment, but instead of speaking, he lets out a long and exasperated sigh before pulling out one of the counter chairs, "you're gonna want to sit down for this one, sweetheart."