such a kink : what happens when satoru accidentally calls you mommy while having sex with you?
ෆ hidden kink. teasing. satoru gets rougher
“mommy—” gojo groans his face buried on the crook of your neck, hands holding onto the headboard, your eyes widen, your hand flying to his hair, tugging sharp enough to make him hiss.
“mommy?” you repeat, your voice mix of shock and glee, a grin spreading across your face.
he definitely said that on accident, both of you knew damn well it was, and you’re about to tease the shit out of him.
“shut up.” he growls, cutting you off with a harder thrust, the kind that makes your breath catch and your toes curl, his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back to meet his relentless pace.
“don’t even start.” but you’re already laughing, breathy and smug, your nails raking his scalp.
“no, no, mommy? really?” you taunt, your voice dripping with mockery.
“didn’t know you were that needy, baby boy.” gojo’s eyes flash, narrowing as he lifts his head, his smirk dangerous and all trouble.
“oh, you wanna play like that?” he says, his voice low, teasing, he slams into you again, deeper, making you moan loud and sharp.
“yeah, mommy? want me to fuck you like this, mommy?” he flips your tease right back, his tone mocking and filthy, leaning into the slip like it’s his new weapon.
“fuck!” you gasp, your head tipping back as he hits that spot that makes you see stars, his hands slides to your thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access to drive into you.
he leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “c’mon, mommy, tell me how good it feels. you’re so loud earlier, what happend now?” you try to retort, but he thrusts harder, cutting you off with a cry that’s all pleasure, no words.
his hands gripped you tighter, one sliding to your clit, circling fast and rough, his thigh shifting under your leg to lift your lower body up.
“c’mon, keep talkin, i fuckin’ dare you.” you laugh, breathy and broken, but you’re losing ground, your moans louder than your words.
you opened your mouth your voice shaky. “you're so—fuckin—desperate, callin’ me mommy like that.”
“desperate?” gojo’s eyes darken, and he slams into you, hard enough to make the bed creak louder, your cry echoing. “who’s desperate now, huh?”
“want it harder, mommy? like this?” he thrusts deeper, faster, his fingers circling your clit in time, and you’re gone, your moans turning to screams, your body shaking as you cum, hard and fast, clenching around him.
Synopsis. The five times Gojo Satoru would rather díe than marry you, his (infuriatingly pretty, oh-so-irresistible) arranged fiancée - and the one time he comes back from déath to.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, arranged marriage AU, enemies-to-Iovers, 5 + 1 things, PINING, Geto and Shoko cameos, matíng press, big D, tummy buIges, GOJO’S POWERS, creampíes, maIe squírting, oraI (fem rec.), face-sítting, he’s FÉRAL, fíngering, chokíng, spítting, p talking, down bad Gojo, slight exhíbitíonism, making him PÚSSYDRÚNK, those Gege sketches, slight spoiIers, HAPPY ENDING, swéaring, pet names.
Word count. 11.5k
A/N. Oh y’all don’t know how those Gege drawings had me, I just had to…
“I’m never marrying you.”
“I’d rather marry a special grade curse than you.”
“Huh- I’m much hotter than a fuc-”
SLAM!
That sharp, pointed noise of a ceramic teacup hitting the winding table you were seated at had almost become ritual at this point. The first few jabs of an argument escaping the mouths of both you and the other heir being a signal for at least one of the grim elders to interrupt before either of you could ruin a four-hundred-year-old contract.
And with a stubborn huff, you’re leaning back into your seat on the tatami mat to appraise the boy opposite you.
Everything from his cropped, snowy bangs to the way his summer-blue eyes blazed into you. Honestly, if you closed your ears every time he spoke, he could almost be- nope, he was sticking his tongue out at you now.
The ever-mature Gojo Satoru; new head of the ancient Gojo clan, freshly-enrolled student at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
And your soon-to-be husband.
All cooped up in this traditional meeting room, one where generations of matches had been made and very rarely broken.
A coming-of-age ceremony, where the two of you had officially been declared leaders - and an engagement.
Your engagement.
It was a business transaction of sorts. One that didn’t require any input from either marrying parties, according to the council of elders who sat upon either side of the table and stroked their beards in smug success.
You’d heard that several clans had physically fought over this chance, before the Gojo clan ultimately chose you. And you knew why - you were one of the very few that had something to lose.
The chance to attend Tokyo Jujutsu High.
In short, play sorcerer all you want for three years, and in return they’d be free to enforce an old betrothal alliance between your two clans and demand a powerful new heir to jujutsu society - a win-win.
Though- looking at your reluctant fiancé, still donned in his dark silk robes from his ceremony, you wonder if you really should have just run away as your friends from Kyoto had urged you to.
And one look at Gojo’s scrunched-up face told you he might just be thinking the same thing. Delicate features marred. Pouty lips nothing of the whispered legends you’d heard of the young prodigy—a monster. A blessing. The strongest.
He sounded very much his age as he echoes, “I’m never marrying you.”
You open your mouth- “And I-”
“-will be part of young Satoru’s high school journey!” Your father puts a hand on your shoulder, lightly squeezing. Becoming part of the Gojo clan was just as big of an opportunity for him as it was for you. Apparently. “We’re sure the young couple will get over their pre-wedding jitters by the time they’re back from graduation to continue their duties- right?”
A tap on your figure, that was your cue to answer.
Instead, you just turn your face towards Gojo, look him serenely in the eyes, the sweetest practiced smile on your face- and flip him off. Pre-wedding jitters your ass.
The gasps that cloud the stuffy summer meeting chamber atmosphere were almost comical. As if you’d just sprung out of your seat and made an attempt on the poor, sheltered heir’s life. Out of the corner of your vision, you think you see one member of the council clutch his heart and faint-
“Pffft–!” That slight snigger rips through the air in sheer contrast, and every pair of eyes in the room peaks curiously over at the way Gojo muffles a slight chuckle.
Your eyes widen, you think you liked him better like this.
Almost as if he’d just sensed your thoughts, he’s schooling his face into one of a steady lack of emotion, lightly clearing his throat.
Though, you catch the pointed tips of his ears scorching cherry-red.
“Where is the ring, boy.” Gojo’s father was a stern man, and his commanding voice was just as cut-throat. Seated right beside his son in a mirror image of you and your own father, he didn’t have to be loud to make Gojo’s spine stiffen almost unnoticeably still.
Ramrod-straight, silent- the younger version of the former head stuffs one hand between the fabrics of his yukata.
And you weren’t sure what sort of ring might be bestowed on you by the famed Gojo clan - you didn’t allow yourself to imagine it. Perhaps a clean silver to match their emblem? Perhaps studded with sapphires for their new head’s irises?
Whatever it may have been, you don’t get to find out.
Because in that moment, Gojo Satoru flashes you with the obnoxious plastic pink of a ring pop. The very same kind you’d sneak out of your estate to buy from that little corner shop down the road, fifty yen maximum.
“Satoru.”
Make that twenty yen.
“What?” His voice almost lilts into a whine as he responds to his father - trying oh-so-hard to pretend nothing was wrong, and this was totally the silver heirloom engagement ring of his family. Just…smelling slightly of artificial strawberry.
Gojo senior pinches his nosebridge, “I swear to- if you are not serious about that damn- school-”
“It’s alright!” Your fiancé seems just as bewildered at your interruption as you are, and you narrow your eyes enough to tell him that if he messed up your chances at going to Jujutsu High then his blood would be on your hands. Strongest or not. Reaching out your left arm, “I don’t mind, truly.”
And while the rest of the chamber murmurs, Gojo leans over the table to slip his mocking engagement ring onto your finger. To be married. To be his.
Holding your hand in his larger, slightly roughened ones, “I’d rather die than marry you.” He’s crouching to whisper in a heated pant, each syllable sticking to your skin. Only mostly meaning it.
And you whisper back into his furiously pink ear—“And I’d rather marry a special grade curse.”
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Gojo Satoru met you in the summer, like one of those heat-induced fever dreams.
Okay, perhaps that wasn’t the best comparison- but in his defense, penning flowery literature was never his best subject after he nearly caused a clan rift by comparing Zenin Jinichi to a bullfrog.
It was a compliment, really!
But you were a whirlwind, one that left his world tilted and his skin sizzling with heat in the aftermath- in a bad way, of course! You were a bad fever dream - a pretty one, sure, dressed in your most decadent cerulean robes and a withering glare - but still one of those you think back to even months later.
Even nearly a year later when he’s sixteen and had insisted on walking up the ancient stone steps of Tokyo Jujutsu High without his entourage of attendants and elders.
“Hello hello—” Gojo’s running his pale fingers through even paler, short hair to free it of pinkish cherry blossom petals. Looming around the naturally green gardens of campus, “Where is- oh!”
Just as soon as he was about to tug his opaque, round sunglasses off to inspect whether it would impress his fellow students- that lady working at the store said so, so it must be, he bought twenty-five! Gojo spots a figure leaned against one of the ancient oaks by the dorms.
That velvety blue of the dress code was one that he could recognize anywhere after so many years of yearning for it.
And before he can stop himself, he’s sprinting towards the dark blob as fast as his lanky legs could take him. Calling out, “Yoohooo–! Your one and only favorite classmate is here~”
“Ieri–!”
“Wait-”
“You-”
So caught up in both your excitements to meet your new classmate - one of Utahime’s friends who happened to be your age - you two didn’t notice the one, single thing that you two couldn’t deny. Right by your side.
Your betrothed.
You snarl, stopping short. “What are you doing here-” And he does, too, hands haughtily planted on either side of his slender hips as he leans in close.
Snapping at you, the brief glimpse of his electric blue eyes sends goosebumps down your body. “I could ask the same from you. Couldn’t resist my charms so you had to follow me, hm~?”
“I’m here to learn, obviously. Why are you here- to get exorcised?”
“Take that back! I’m here to learn, too.”
You knew that it was part of your betrothal contract that the two of you would attend Tokyo Jujutsu High, you knew that the two of you would end up seeing each other one way or the other. And you already knew your clan stowed that stupid pink ring away deeply at the bottom of your suitcase (where you’d hopefully never have to see it ever again).
But you still raise a brow at the flashy designer stamping on his shades. “…Really?”
And Gojo could’ve taken disgust- hell, he would have even welcomed anger.
But that genuine, wondering confusion in your tone as you swept your eyes up n’ down his defensive stature made him flush- “H-how dare you- duel me. Right here, right now.”
“Haaah? You would duel your future wife?”
“Scared?”
“No, just wondering why you didn’t ask sooner.”
Scoffing, both of you dart your heads in unison to the girl with the shortly-cut hair that was following your argument like the fiercest of tennis matches. Immediately turning ashen-faced at your attention, and damn near devastated when Gojo happily keens. “Bob girl! Can you keep score of-”
“No.” She deadpans.
Frankly, you wondered just how she managed to sound as if she’s seen every horror there was to see in the world already. Possibly because she already had, right there, but Shoko doesn’t spend her time answering your unspoken question.
Too busy digging in her jacket pocket for-
“Cigarettes!” Gojo squeals, never having seen someone his age take a puffed-out drag of one so close-up before. The clan always detested anything that would ‘stain the purities of the body’- and right now, Ieri Shoko looked like she couldn’t handle sitting there one more second longer if she didn’t have one.
He points a lengthy finger your way, accusatory. “I blame you for this- somehow- you must have corrupted her with your ways and made her feel all strange like you did me.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah? I blame you for our marriage-”
And he’s uttering for the second time, “Oh yeah? Well, I’m never marrying-”
But just as Gojo was about to whirl on his feet and flick out a few cursed tendrils of energy like he’d taught himself. He was thinking of calling this one ‘Blue’ after that shade of your robes the first time you met, and the way you were about to be it’s first-
A deep voice cuts off his train of traitorous thoughts- “Yeah- mhm, I’ve gotta go. My new classmates are here.”
A new-comer.
And the black-haired boy looks as if he’d no sooner flip his cellphone closed to end his ongoing call and pretend he never walked out of the dorms than join whatever mess he’d just walked in on.
Amethyst eyes slowly swivelling underneath his tied-back bangs to look at a fuming Gojo…to an equally-matched you…to Shoko, already chain-smoking her fifth cigarette away by now.
“Actually…could you stay on the line for a bit longer, momma.”
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“It’s legal if it’s personal property, isn’t it?”
You groan, “It’s not your personal-”
He quickly taps the polished handle- “Now it is.”
“That’s…” You’re squinting your eyes, as if it will somewhat blur and spare you the sight of Gojo Satoru attempting to steal that shiny red moped parked at the outer edge of campus. If anything happened, you didn’t want to go through the hassle of getting called in as a witness, at least.
Shoko puts you out of your misery as the one voice of reason, “Yeah, that’s a lie.”
Geto cups a hand over his gaze to fight off the breaking rays of sunset, voice amused. “Well, I don’t see any cameras here.”
“Perfect—!” Gojo sings, clapping his hands together as he stares over his ridiculously gaudy glasses. It was nearing the end of first year, early December wind your fifth uninvited guest as the four of you chose to stay over in the dorms for your first high school holidays. “The key’s still here so we can sneak out, buy me the best birthday cake in Tokyo- no, in all of Japan, and sneak back in right before grump ol’ Yaga-”
“Sneak off from who-”
And, there, was aforementioned grumpy ol’ Yaga.
Running at full speed toward your deviant little group from the top of Jujutsu High’s stairway. Which, considering the tough, rocky path, wasn’t too fast at all- but the four of you just bolt.
Faster than you’ve seen anyone move during any cursed mission, if you’re being quite honest.
Shoko running, phone in hand with a suspiciously blinking camera light that meant she was recording the entire ordeal. Geto urgently twisting his fingers into what you’d learned was his summoning technique - he’d meant to call his Rainbow Dragon for a rapid escape, but ended up manifesting the massive, sleek form of his Giant Catfish who scooped him up into the murky depths of its mouth and slithered away.
And Gojo?
Oh, Gojo was letting out the most impressive high pitched squeal before he’s slamming something hard, and helmet-shaped on top of your head.
“Wh- hey!” Before you can even register it, two massive hands are grabbing onto your waist to sit you down on the cushioned back of the moped. Backwards. “Wrong way-”
“I don’t know how to drive!”
Your feet hitting the side, your back hitting Gojo’s larger one, it takes only a singular split-second for him to jam that lil’ key and speed off down the stony path of the campus. With Professor Yaga yelling from behind and you yelping, “Gojo I’m gonna kill you-”
“My bad, I meant to grab Yaga.” He’s grumbling at you from the front, the roll of his eyes practically carrying on the whipping wind.
“Yaga would’ve known how to seat a kidnapee-”
“You want to touch me?”
“…No”
“Scared?”
Your wide eyes watch the disorienting way the lush nature of the Jujutsu High passes by, as if you were stuck in a kaleidoscope. “No.”
He only hums, finally getting used to controlling the vehicle enough that he was mostly sure he wouldn’t crash into every upcoming tree. “Prove it~”
Wordlessly, Gojo slows down enough that you won’t be part of his definitely-opportune traffic accident as you shift your body ‘round. The faux leather cover creaking! once you rover your palms onto his shoulders for balance- “There.”
“Ever seen anyone hold onto the driver like this? Ya prude-”
“Fine-” You’re cutting him off- cutting yourself off by clinging your hands in a neat knot around Gojo’s firm core. And through the flashing shard of the side-view mirrors, you catch the way his ears burn. “You better not get an erection.”
Okay, only partly sure he wouldn’t crash into an oncoming tree.
The deep timbre of his voice cracks- “H-hey!” You knew how to push his buttons just so. “Gods- why’d it have to be you?”
“And why’d it have to be you.”
The part he doesn’t say out loud is that it would’ve been stranger if it was anyone else.
Not that you needed to hear it- of course not, you were still his infuriating, bold- stubborn fiancée who was forced onto him, after all.
Yet, to Gojo who’s held close by you, and to you who was clinging onto him for dear life as the haven of Jujutsu High melts into the bustling city, he doesn’t think he’s had a more peaceful birthday.
It takes fifteen minutes for the two of you to ride to that cozy convenience store on the outskirts of Tokyo, and what felt like hours (but in reality was five minutes) to give up on convincing the elderly clerk that you both were totally not a couple out for an after-school joyride.
And then - as if the universe was directing its very own prank at your expense - only three for Gojo to grow impatient and throw a tantrum swerving the moped to and fro until you finally tore open that packet of sparklers bought as birthday celebrations.
Honestly, what else did you expect from a man who organized his own surprise birthday party?
“Cake? Check. These things? Check. Happy birthday to me~” He’s tipping the starlit firework upside down to draw bands of gold in the darkening air. “Must be in the top seventeen birthdays I’ve ever had-”
You scoff, your breath emitted as a small cloud. “You’ve only had seventeen.”
“It just dropped down to eighteenth thanks to you-” And you swear you see the strongest outline a dick in the air with his sparkler, you swear he purposefully made it bigger than the one you’d drawn. “And nineteenth if we get arrested for the moped.”
In response, you draw the biggest dick. One with his face.
You were parked on the side of a lazy road, only the occasional car and Gojo’s wonderment breaking the tense silence - perhaps the most civil one you’ve had in years.
It was odd being out with Gojo Satoru. No sniping over your betrothal, and if he tried hard enough- he could pretend that there was none. That there might be. But for now, the two of you were just two classmates sneaking out to ransack your local stores, “If we do get arrested, I’m blaming you.”
He nods, dramatically. Bumping his broad deltoid against yours, “As husband, that would be my duty.”
“So…” You’re blinking, your own sparkler’s ashy ends drooping onto the ground. There was no doubt on your mind that Geto would not have mercy on the two of you for finishing about half of these sticks. But you had something else on your mind right now, “You’re saying you don’t mind-”
“Wait. wait, no, that’s not what I meant. O-of course I mind!” And Gojo doesn’t give you the time to call out the way his breath gasps- the way his voice shakes, the way he’s flushing. Furious, “Never- in my right mind- would I marry you.”
A ring of gold from the dying sunlight wraps around your irises and irritates him so much when you finally look away to rustle your hand inside the numerous shopping bags.
Airily musing, “Then, I guess as my not-ever-husband you wouldn’t want your not-ever-wife to gift you this-”
“I take it back, I’m marrying you.”
If the elders of your clan knew that all it took for Gojo Satoru to accept the betrothal would be a packet of extra, extra-caramelized popcorn then they would have had the two of you married off by yesterday.
“Make no mistake, this was meant for me.” It wasn’t. You did eye this particular brand too long before swiping it off the shelf and paying when he wasn’t looking. You did think of nothing but the plastic ring burning a hole deeply inside your skirt pocket. And the way he’d whined and thrown himself on the floor of the nearby theatre on your last outing to the city, when Geto refused to buy him caramel popcorn.
So you’d bought it- to shut him up and spare your poor throbbing temples, if anything. Of course.
But you can’t help the words that tumble out of your mouth at the glowing expression gracing his features. “But- here- happy…birthday. I’m not getting you anything for the next ten years.”
He’s silent.
Pondering.
And he can’t think of anything more flat than a little ‘thank you.’
The red, red metallic bag with enough sugar content to put anyone but Gojo Satoru into a coma sits carefully where you’d plopped it into his arms. And he looks at it with the sort of twinkle in his eyes that you’d never seen before. “Well…If I brought Yaga instead of you, he wouldn’t have bought me this.”
“I take it back-”
“Thank you.” Almost as if realizing those awful, treacherous two words himself, he backtracks with a sputter. Strange, he should bug Shoko into doing some sort of heart check-up on him soon. “W-we’re married for as long as I eat these. And after that? Divorce, sweetheart.”
Pretending to wipe your forehead in relief, “Thank goodness-”
“Oi-”
“What-”
And with your grumblings and partially-filled bags in tow, he’s fastening the singular helmet on you - so fast that you think he might’ve just taken advantage of his powers to do so.
Just to watch you strangle out in what was definite annoyance as he pets the plastic top as if you were a child. Smack, smack!
“I’d be a good husband- not that you’d ever know.” Gojo sticks his tongue out at you, vrrrrr—ing the moped engine so that your snarky reply gets drowned out. “And next time I am bringing Yaga instead.”
He takes back those words soon enough when Yaga catches the two of you right at the gates of Jujutsu High. Trying to race back away on his brand-new moped.
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“So- you see” Long, white lashes flutter rapidly, “Take pity on your poor, sheltered student. The Gojo elders really didn’t teach me-”
“I should’ve set the mission sooner so that I could be rid of-”
Geto pipes up above Professor Yaga’s booming lecture, a hand raised in every ounce of solemn discipline that his best friend didn’t show. Another mission. Constant. “In my defense, it was his idea.”
Valentine’s day. Also the early first day of second year; and it only brought about more missions, a couple more students as first-years, and a slightly-longer haired thorn at your side betrothed. And, apparently, this - three annoying, grating voices muffling through the gaps of your dorm’s front door.
“I call shots on not answering to that.” Utahime pipes up where she was sprawled out on your bed and knitting her brows at your interrupted girl time. It’s not often that she gets time off from Kyoto to bother her only friends in Tokyo.
Snickering at Shoko’s absent-minded ‘ditto’ and Haibara’s- why was he even here, anyway - “I could! But maybe you should do it, he is your fiancé!”
Utahime cackles, face twisting from mirth to disgust when she inspects that plastic ring from where she’d dug it up from your drawer. “On Valentine’s day, too- oh I would rather die if I were you.”
It takes you a few moments to realize that all three occupants of your bedroom were staring at you for an answer. Pointing at yourself, “M-me?” Facing Haibara, “And why do you know that- you’ve been here for a day.”
He smiles, dazzling. “Ah, Gojo-senpai was telling us- it was why Nanami was trying to call home and leave.”
“Oooo, you heard the man.” Shoko presses a few buttons on her phone, and you hear the suspicious beep–! of the camera starting. Only incriminating herself further when she’s raising it upwards and flapping her hands forwards to urge you to open the door.
You groan, “Next time, we are not having girl’s night in my roo- wait.” And it had never caused you any trouble to leave and enter your dorm, it had never taken you more than a gentle push to open your door. So why was it that it just refused to open right now- “What the-”
It’s as if the door was locked from the outside somehow.
Shoko leans in further with her recording camera as you prod, as you turn your shoulder to hit the wooden pane and shove-
“Why- isn’t this-” You’re hissing through grit teeth, feet planting firmly on the surface and cracking open the bedroom door inch by inch. Gasping, “-open-ing–!”
And the sight before you was one you’d remembered for years.
Not just because smack-dab front n’ center to your vision was a pathetically kneeling Gojo Satoru, cowering in front of your looming teacher- but because of what was actually blocking your entryway.
It wasn’t some lock on the outside as you’d suspected, it wasn’t a large desk or anything of the sort. It was a massive, heaping pile of buttons.
Gold with bits of purple. So many that it was almost as tall as your door.
“What. The. Hell.” Your deadpan voice cuts Gojo off in the midst of some complaint to Yaga about ‘why is it named the Vessel Mission anyway, that’s stupid.’ And three sets of eyes snap to you as they finally register your entrance.
“Ah…” Geto’s the first one to break the silence of your impromptu staring match, even though Gojo was pointedly staring away. Eyes twitching the longer his best friend stared at the mountain of buttons on your doorstep, he looked exhausted. “Satoru, care to explain?”
He’s gulping, “You see, this all has a very reasonable explanation and a very reasonable line of thinking-”
“It’s all Satoru’s fault-”
“What-”
“Of course, it is.” Yaga rubs his aching temples, as he often seemed to do whenever he was around his group of second-years for just a minute too long. The older man turns to you with a weary, tired expression - and you make note of his dark circles, “This is the fifth pile of second buttons I cleaned from your door today- this hour.”
Ah, that explained it.
And it feels like your brain had just short-circuited, “Oh…wait- second buttons-?” Nevermind how he’d come across so many. Bought, most likely.
“I told you the elders taught me nothing-” Gojo squawks, scrambling onto his feet. He’s flailing his hands about, it was not his fault he didn’t know that second button meant…a confession. Or the fact that Geto hadn’t bothered to tell him and only watched with an easy smile as he made a fool of himself. “It was a prank- a prank! And his idea- he helped! I was going to block your door with buttons-”
“-second buttons.”
“-and make you all huffy and puffy that way you get-”
“-on Valentine’s day.” You’re finishing off, arms crossed. Carefully scrutinizing up at him- he hadn’t come across a growth spurt since last semester, he’d rammed into one at full speed. You shudder, in disgust, surely. “Did the elder’s hypnotize you or is there something you’re not telling me…”
And he hates it.
He hates how you look right through him in a way that induces some sort of heart condition in him- and Gojo would know, he’s visited every doctor in Tokyo just because of it. They all laughed.
One even wrote up his letter of resignation.
Sputtering, ears pink in anger- and Gojo was glad that his pale hair had grown out just enough to cover it. Strangely. “Y-you wish, ex-wife.”
You’re swatting the back of his soft locks, and Geto doesn’t note how Gojo seemed to have put down limitless so you could swat him.
“Dickhead.”
“Delinquent.”
“Blind mouse-”
Gasping, he clutches onto the frame of his shades. “Oh, now I really don’t wanna marry you-”
Yaga’s had enough.
“Enough!”
One of the veins near the side of his forehead nearly pops, and you step back with a wince at the oncoming scream- Gojo shuffling behind as if he was bravely offering you up for sacrifice.
“Enough- enough with the- the confessions-” Yaga spears a finger straight at Gojo’s directions and speaks over his protests. “-and the flirting! Flirt after the mission-” Then at you, and you could hear your friends cackling from either side. “Detention for everyone!”
Dammit- another line on your divorce document.
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You didn’t get to ‘flirt’ after that Star Plasma mission - not that you would, but still.
In fact, you didn’t get to do all that much after tasting death so close to your little haven at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
And life goes on, sometimes leaving those behind.
And other times honing others who choose to stay and snap-
“It’s Suguru.”
“I know.”
The defection of Geto Suguru. The murder of his parents. His mother.
Your voice was more empty than he’d ever heard it- and he wanted you to scream at him, he wanted you to sob. Anything and everything other than the trained, stable tone that clashed against everything he was feeling right now.
But you only stare out into the yolky yellow tint beaming over the sprawling grounds. Sat on the flat, stone staircase of campus with your knees hugged to your chest- and he was close enough on the steps to hear your low mutter. “I’ll be leaving, too.”
Gojo’s head snaps to you- “What?”
“It’s my clan.” You’re swallowing, refusing to look at him directly. And that in and of itself almost hurt as much as when you did- and, for perhaps the first time, he’d rather have his heart race in those strange little palpitations. Right now, it was just heavy. “And yours. They don’t think it’s safe for a ‘future Gojo bride’ to be so close to danger.”
“Then we won’t marry.” He’s declaring, snowy brows set stubbornly.
“I know.” You lilt your head back to watch the sluggishly swimming clouds above, likely the last time you will from here. The council will be here tomorrow, and with them, your departure. You had that silly pink ring on your little finger, he notices. “I’m leaving.”
“I already said we won’t-”
“No, dickhead. I’m leaving.”
Widened, quivering blue peripherals lock onto you- and Gojo’s rosy lips part into a soft oh!
He knew what you meant- hell, when he first wanted to enroll in this damn school, he’d threatened to leave the clan over and over until they’d finally relented. And suddenly he’s hit with the loss of his little group - no more missions, no more convenience store runs, no more you.
You were to graduate in a year, with only half the students left in both your grade and the one below. Nanami wasn’t even going to become a sorcerer anymore, not after Haibara.
And he knew - he just felt - that you won’t be there for it. That you might never be.
How he wished to run, too.
“Utahime’s friends with that one special grade sorcerer- Yuki Tsukumo. I’m leaving with her today to continue training my own way.” You’re continuing, hands flexing in your lap. “And leaving the clan. Officially.”
Huffing, “What? Gonna leave your poor husband at the altar—?”
“Like I’ve always wanted to.”
“Without even a kiss for the bride?” And he doesn’t know why he says it. Even more, he doesn’t know why he holds the line of your gaze and can’t bear to look away, even as his heart starts up that familiarly strange ba-dump–! rattling his chest.
The tips of his ears tinging the very same blood-red as the sun now, Gojo thinks he can hear his eardrums whistling once you lean in. Once you close your eyes. And once you press your lips to his plush, soft ones for a mere single second.
“There-” You’re murmuring, trying to sound stern even though the waver in your voice gives you away. “Now you’ve been deflowered and can’t complain. You’re an absolute curse, you know that?”
And, suddenly, he gets it.
Oh, so that was why all those cardiologists he visited laughed at him for about a year straight.
He gets it.
Chuckling bitterly, of course. Of course, he has to understand now. Of course, he loses every shred of sun just as soon as he closes his hands- because for what reason should a weapon crave normalcy? Crave sealed fate? For what right should he demand that you stay here to bind you to him?
His mouth quivers, head turning so that you won’t see the wet glitter of his eyes in the dying daybreak. “So now I’m a special grade and a curse? Does that make me the special grade curse you want to marry?”
Your flip phone buzzes, and he already knows it’s time. Standing up, “You had the curse part down pat even before you were a special grade. Probably why your bride’s running off, Satoru.”
It was the fifth and last time that Gojo Satoru would be declaring that stupid sentiment. Smile only half-true. It was a cruel summer.
But he always was good at waiting.
Gojo tugs on that cold second button of his uniform, calling out in place of a goodbye. “Good thing we won’t be getting married, sweetheart~”
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Itadori Yuji has spied on his teacher’s phone before.
He didn’t mean to–he swears it! And was it even that much of an invasion of privacy if he simply glanced over at the glaring lockscreen wallpaper? Surely, it wouldn’t have been as bad as if he had peered over Gojo’s shoulder when he actually unlocked his phone…
…Okay maybe he had seen a snapshot of the older man’s home screen as well, but like he said- it was an accident. Flickering his curious eyes over as he opened up his catalogue of movies during their training together.
But what wasn’t an accident was just how vividly he remembered each wallpaper.
On his lockscreen; taken from the inside of what looked like one of Tokyo Jujutsu High’s dorms, with a massive pile of toppling buttons in the center and a much younger Gojo Satoru (and someone who looked faintly like Kenjaku?) kneeled on the floor. Clearly being punished.
Yet, what was most interesting was the scowling, arms-crossed figure of another student he was staring up at. Unable to tear his eyes away, even through his shades.
It was you.
That familiar face also featured in Gojo’s home screen - a more blurry photo, this time, as if it was still in motion. Of his teacher in the process of scrambling onto a shiny red moped, keys turning, with you stowed away in the backseat - yelling and sat backwards.
And Itadori tried not to think much of it, but he saw you in the small framed photograph that Principal Yaga pretended not to have on his desk, yet, polished every day.
He saw you in the postcards that Professor Shoko pinned up on the packed bulletin board of her infirmary, amongst diagrams of dissections and slaughter. He saw you in the brief, blurry facetime that the other teacher, Utahime, from Kyoto was on during parts of the exchange event.
And he saw you at the foot of Gojo Satoru’s bed, after he’d won.
Older, more mature now - but inevitably you.
Itadori could tell, even in the forlorn way you were slumped over the side of the mattress in Shoko’s clinic, body half-seated on a chair like you’d been there all night.
“You…” He’s breathing, making you stir against his will.
You blinky your teary eyes up in groggy confusion, fingers instinctively tightening on the large, callused fingerpads of Gojo’s digits. “Huh? Oh, you must be Yuji. And Megumi, and Nobara.”
Itadori was just about to open his mouth and answer that no, he was actually just Yuji- when a disgruntled voice behind him makes him realize he isn’t alone. “We apologize for the trouble, we can come back later if you-”
“Oh, no no.” You wave Fushiguro’s words off as the three enter - well, as Fushiguro enters and Kugisaki shoves Itadori inside. “I’m sure he’d want everyone here when he wakes.”
Gojo had won in Shinjuku, but Satoru was still sleeping.
Famed eyes closed. Bundled in the arms of bandages and reverse cursed energy ‘round his toned middle, he was breathing in slow unison with the beep! of the nearby heart monitor. Alive.
You really did have Shoko to thank later.
And Itadori knew that as a student he should be more invested in how his unconscious teacher was doing, but he just couldn’t help but keep sneaking glances over and over. Wondering just who you really were-
“So, is the wedding going to be anytime soon?”
Fushiguro speaks, and the rest of the trio gapes. How dare he ask something like that from a sorcerer so lovely. And wait- why were you chuckling? “Oh right-” Nodding down at Gojo’s large form, of course, he told his honorary son everything. “I am his fiancée.”
“His what-”
“How much did he pay you-”
“Kugisaki, don’t be rude-”
Fushiguro nods, “No, she’s right.”
“Unfortunately, only this.” You’re scrunching your nose as you answer Kugisaki’s question- pulling out a tiny chain from underneath your uniform with an aged, faded pink plastic ring pop.
And she responds like she’d been personally wronged, dragging her hands carefully down her eye-patched face. “Ohhh- I knew it- not only is he a deadbeat teacher, he’s a deadbeat husband, too.”
“To be fair I did leave him. Of sorts.” You wave a hand airily, already having heard from Ijichi about the fate of the higher-ups. The clans. Over the younger girl’s ‘understandable!’ “I just landed in Tokyo today, I wish I could’ve come sooner but- ah, well.”
“B-but…” Everyone looks at Itadori as he stammers out, cheeks burning a slight rouge once your hand drifts over Gojo’s exposed core. Whispering in one breath, “How did he get a wife so pretty…”
“Hey- that’s my wife you’re talking about.”
You could recognize that smug, simpering tone anywhere. You’d be able to pick it out from a crowd of thousands.
Laughing- as he’s tackled into a hug by an overeager Itadori, and the falsely reluctant rest.
It was quite strange to see Gojo Satoru like this - not just laid barren and sprawled over some hospital bed, but without any of his usual blindfolds and sunglasses. Just like when you’d met. And he always was so honest with his eyes.
And he was back.
And you were back - after ten years.
Which is why Itadori and Kugisaki have to fight the urge to look away at the expression settling over Gojo’s serene face. Wondering how you - his fiancée, of all things - would react. Winning against the King of Curses was quite the accomplishment, even for the strongest.
Would you cry? Would you throw your hands over him as they just did? Should they actually get up and leave the room-
“You- you complete idiot.” Gojo half-wonders whether your strength could rival Sukuna himself once you strike down a punch to his scarred shoulder. Yelling, glaring- crushing him into a hug.
Your voice is suspiciously thick once you’re gurgling out into the pale crook of his neck, “I thought you said you’d rather die than marry me.”
And they don’t know what they’re more surprised about- the way that Gojo had the audacity to say those words to you, or the way that Gojo had the audacity to listen to those very words and laugh. Head thrown back, “Sweetheart, I’d come back from death just to marry you.”
Pulling away, you take the longest look at your betrothed that you think you ever have.
Everything from his longer, still-snowy hair, tickling the tips of sparkling sapphire eyes. Slightly slicked back to reveal shyly red-dusted ears, and a cute lil’ dimple at the edge of his boyish grin.
He was still the same Gojo you’d left behind - even though he was taller, stronger. So much bigger that you could feel the flex of his deltoids underneath your palms, and the ripple of his beefy forearms looped around your waist.
He was still Gojo. Always beautiful.
SLAM!
“O-oh.” You’re jolting at the sudden closing of the clinic door, clearly his students had left the two of you to some privacy, and you’re almost embarrassed. “We’re an awful example.”
“When have we ever been a good example?”
“Well, I could say that about you-”
He only tugs you closer, breathing out as if the first breath he’d taken in a while since Shinjuku. Since you’d been gone. “I missed my wife.” And the two of you knew you should alert Shoko by now, but you only stay still- with you nearly in his bed by now.
For what felt like hours. Years.
“Yeah? Well, I- I missed you, too. I thought I lost you.” You wince, “I’m sorry for departing so suddenly.”
It was sincere - but the feeling of Gojo’s smirk pressing up against the side of your thumping pulse almost makes you reconsider it. “I know how you can make it up to me, wifey~”
Scoffing, he was really ramming up the ‘marriage’ part of your relationship by now. “Nothing with buttons or mopeds or-”
“No no-” Lurching back slightly, the plush, puckered fringes of his lips lean in oh-so-closely. Until you could practically taste the saccharine sugar of his heated breath, “You know, I never got to kiss the bride.”
Oh.
Oh.
Then he’s kissing you- and you’re kissing him. And it’s all that you’ve ever wanted with the sharp, pointed ends of Gojo’s canines digging into your bottom lip to drag you back.
Drinking you in like a man parched- he’s finding life in your mouth. Slipping his tongue in past the spit-glossed crevice of your mouth and uttering a hot pant. “Please-” Manhandling you with his strong, scarred arms up to straddle him on the rickety mattress. “Please.”
And you’ve never heard the strongest beg like this.
Never heard him flutter his droopy lashes and look at you through starved, feral eyes. A translucent bubble of spittle sparkling by the end of his swollen lips, “P-please.”
Never heard him stutter.
Clearly he’s reading something in your sultry eyes because Gojo’s hastily shuffling the two of you down the bedsprings. Head hitting the puff of his pillows, your ass hitting his sharp pelvis.
Your fiancé holds you upright and rubs a clawing hand doooown the back of your spine, toying with the metallic zipper on your sorcerer’s uniform skirt. “Fuck that about hah- not marrying you.” He’s crooning out in a throaty tone, strands of white nearly covering his greedy gaze. “M’ready to consummate our marriage right here, right now.”
“B-but Satoru- you just woke up-”
“So?” There’s something deep n’ dark in his tone that made shivers skitter up your spine. Attempting to clench your thighs together but all it does is make your outer pussy push against the smooth path of his white happy trail. “Your husband’s the strongest, sweetheart.”
And then you’re being roughened up- then your skirt’s bearing the brunt of being almost torn clean off your hips.
Gojo barely even registered his power, not giving two shits if it meant that he got to admire your pale blue panties up close and personal. A firm hand groping your right cheeks help push your clothed pussy up until your slit strikes the edge of his chin, thighs now straddling his pretty, pretty face.
Rosy lips purring over that darkening wet splotch between your legs, “Bon appétit.”
“Shut up and just- oh, fuck!”
He’s flopping the pinkish crown of his tongue out just enough to dab a lil’ dewdrop of spit between your swollen pussylips. And it’s just all that it takes for the first taste of your saccharine pussy to coat his tastebuds-
“O-oh!” He gasps, his hazed peripherals widen. You’re faintly registering the way that the shiny overhead lights of the private room flicker-
Gojo grins as you gape, “Did you just…”
“Guess m’not in control anymore.” He’s snickering, stuffing himself nose-deep into your cunt. And there’s such a primal hunger in him, the way he’s not even caring for your poor, sodden panties before he’s hanging his jaw open and slide-slide-sliiiiding the edge of his mushy tongue up n’ down your folds. “Heh-” A light goes out somewhere down the corridor. “Whoops.
He’s whacking his jawline on the soft inner parts of your thighs and it still isn’t close enough. Tilting his head just so to slip his damp muscle between your ruined fabric.
“Shit- shit, your tongue is sooo big.” You find yourself keening, hips rocking back and forth at a mindless pace. And, truly, you now knew why Gojo talked so much because his tongue was so-very-lengthy, already circlin’ your sticky hole, “Like you better- hck! better like this.”
And the way he looks at you gets you even more drenched, haplessly watching as Gojo opens his throat wide enough to let the cloying droplets of your slick fall down to his maw.
“Oh yeaaaah–?” Gurgling already with the beads of sap that soak the lower half of his face, he’s starin’ you right into your fluttering eyes once he’s tugging your panties to snap! back on your heated core with an index. “Whaddaya gonna do about it?”
Before you can answer - before you can even think, the very tippy-top dome of his fingertip coils slimily down your naked slit. He feels you - so soft n’ warm - for the first time and pants. “Gonna ngh- argue with me from here to make up for it? Hmmm—?”
Almost as if on cue, your pert pussy is letting out the rawest lewd squeeelch at his touch. Bucking wildly, “Are you all talk or what ngh-”
“Looks like you’re all talk.” And you seriously were so wet that it was dripping down Gojo’s handsome chin, rovering a few more solid inches of his index to keep pryin’ your cunt apart with a wet plap!
Then a second inch- and a second finger.
His probing fingers are so big that the gummy channels of your walls have to mold to each size and measurement just to take him. “Look at ya- taking me in sooo well but ya don’t even- sit-” One of his hands claws on your left ass cheek to hold you down where you were hovering your weight, the other sinking in—
You’re squealing at the press of his thick, knobbled middle finger curving against one of your most tender spots. “What if I suffocate-”
“Then suffocate me.”
“You just came back to life.”
“I came back to life just to ngh- see this pretty pussy.” Gojo snarls up at you, tugging you down. Pulling you. Manhandling you. He just wanted to French kiss your pussy until he had that smart mouth of yours stupid. And those silly lil’ panties were a barrier-
Within seconds, he has shreds of your underwear tattered and ripped between his pearly whites.
Looking like a fucking animal once he’s finally sitting you down properly and stuffing himself so deep that you nearly see his pale, straight nosebridge disappear between your folds.
Snaking his tongue to stuff and stuff where two of his fingers were pumping in n’ out in n’ out in n’ out. You were being dually stuffed open, the sting of him stretchin’ you out and swiping the gooey bottom of your core just delicious.
“Don’t mind- haaaa-” Breaths ragged, movements sloppy. Gojo wastes no time in pursuing his delicate lips and spitting, “-dying now that I got ta see her. Now that I got to- hck- taste.”
Hand shaking where he slides it along your thigh, breaths stuttered.
He’s feeling your slick waterfall down with every lap and slash of his tongue, bearing no mercy. Your thighs rendered all jittery and sleek with a sheen of syrup every time he flicked the tip of his tastebuds on top of your clit.
“I’ve been so fucking thirsty- sooooo fucking thirsty.” Gojo whines, and you swear his baritone voice cracks. Hitches. Hips rutting up into the empty air, “You know how long I’ve wanted this- do you have any. Fucking. Idea?”
He sounds genuinely ruined, spitting back into your treacly pussy just to follow the wad dooown the seam of your pussy with his tongue.
A third finger puckers ‘round the edge of your entrance, and you’re whining once Gojo lazily slugs the first pad inside and scrapes the roof of your cunt. “Please- since when- ngh- s-since…”
Giggling, higher-pitched than usual. “Oh, sweetheart- you don’t even wanna know.” You’re whimpering when he’s swatting down the velvety edge of his tongue on your sensitive nub three times before pulling away. Smack-smack-smack. “Spit in my mouth n’ I’ll tell you, h-heh.”
Breathless, “What did you just ask—?”
“Scared?”
And Gojo’s pale brows raise when you’re hunching forwards just enough to grab his clammy cheeks, streaming out a glittery streak of spittle straight into his ajar mouth. “Not if it gets you t-to- shut up-”
You spit in his mouth, and from the slightly-angled turn of your head you catch the way that his throbbing erection twitches.
His fingers thwack so hard your very bones rattle, and Gojo drools the knot of slick straight back through your hole. Letting the jointed bumps of his digits stretch rub your pussy all red and raw from the inside.
“That’s it that’s it.” He’s goading you on, scouring the searchlights of his digits inside of you for that one fragile target. And you’re feeling him poke his fingertips into the nooks n’ crannies near your g-spot, making you see stars. “I’ve wanted you to shut me up- use my ngh- face since I fucking knew what it was. Heh- if you’re not scared-”
“As if I’d be scared-”
“Prove it. Ride me.”
“I am-”
“Not enough.” Within just a single blink of your glassy eyes, Gojo’s raising his non-dominant hand up with enough cursed energy that the neglected ol’ blindfold strewn on the edge of his bed flies into his grasp.
Twisting his thick fingers over the silken fabric, circling it over your neck and immediately hauling you further down- “Ride me. Ride the st-strongest like you own it- h-haaaah- I’m your husband, aren’t I?”
With every word, with every second he’s thrashing four exact strikes of his fingertips scraping your poor g-spot. Slurring out a damp sluuurp every time your sheeny pussylips are gobbling him up.
“Yes- hck! yes.”
Grumbling, sleazy grin just glued to the knobbly tip of your clit. “Yeah- yeah, then use me like I am.”
Kissing right back every time he’s surging his head up and mazing the flexible ends of his tongue muckily. It’s so wet n’ long that you’re damn near feeling the scrape of his tastebuds by your favorite spot, sloppily—“D-don’t think m’gonna last, Satoru.”
Gojo audibly, pornographically moans as you start carnally hastening your tempo.
Cumming on his face- fuck, this was the wettest of his dreams all those long, lonely nights. In response he only latches his strawberry-pink lips against your cunt further, feeling every hot gush flood his throat.
And you were so close that Gojo was drooling- pupils stirrin’ around the whites of your eyes with every circle of his thick tongue, throat cracking with whines every time he’s slushily spearing your pussy with his fingers. Over n’ over.
Rovering alllll around to prick your tenderest areas with- fuck, now four of his fingers.
Your husband spikes the edge of your g-spot, hard. Pulling you down with the corner of his blindfold just to dig his finger in deeper, “W-wanna cummm— ngh- please.”
“Call me husband.” He cockily smiles over the rim of your cunt where he was devouring you like a feast. “Call me- nghh- husband and I’ll let you cum.”
“Please-” Grabbing a fistful of his hair to shove him deeper and hopefully quieten his teasing. “-h-husband.”
Gojo groans like he’s the one cumming, “Ohhhh- again. Louder.”
“Husband-”
“Again.”
“Husband– Toru–!” Pouting stubbornly, “Unless you fucking can’t- oh, fuck.”
Both you and the protesting bedsprings sing out in embarrassing synchronization once he’s shoving you into your high with a soft, sudden zap–! of one jujutsu-coated fingerpad across your g-spot. “Cumming- nghhh- m’cumming m’cumming–!”
And it feels so good you lose your vision to pure white, it feels so good that you can only throw your head back and ride him through each one of your peaks.
Milking the highs of your orgasm in repeated, filthy drags of your hips that knock the top of your glazed slit against his buttony nose. Whack!
“O-ohhh—” Gojo throws his head back at the sheer, sensual motion. It just feels so good having you slickly rovering your pussy over his gaping maw, chasing the heat of his tongue slithering across your clit. Your sweet insides squeeze around his long fingers that Gojo thinks he could just cum right then n’ there.
And he almost does.
Almost- with almost inhuman reflex, he’s sneaking his free hand underneath the covers to plug up his leaking, red-hot orifice. Drivelling out a few creamy cobwebs of pre before he can plop his thumb over it. Close one.
You ogle with a parted mouth as he grits his teeth hard enough that the plane of his neck throbs with a few veins, “Fuh-fuuuck–!”
And if you didn’t know any better, you’d have claimed that sounded like a whine.
A whimper.
But before you can call Gojo out on it, he’s sitting nearly ramrod straight against the cool metallic headboard. Starchy blankets - all drenched and coated at the hem with your trickling sap - all but thrown to the bottom of the bed.
“Don’t worry- hah-” Suddenly, you feel something hot and moist gliiiiide between your puffy core. And it was so thickly curvy that your folds are being smeared apart as much as possible, “Made sure to save the big one for when m’inside, sweetheart.”
Mewling, “Big one?” Pathetically swaying your mouth open the moment he starts suckling on your tongue like some cute candy, “You sure about that?”
“See for yourself, my wife.”
You don’t know what to gape at more.
What Gojo Satoru looks right now - eyes hooded, face flush, ivory tendrils of hair slicked back with sweat, several layers of sickly sweet slick stuck from the tops of his cheeks and gleaming down to his jawline - or the way that his cock looks like right now.
He was completely naked underneath, and you’re mentally counting about nine inches- possible even ten. Ten inches of solid, barreling length scrubbed all red n’ raw with ribbons of precum. Bursting out from the hole at the top of his fat mushroom tip and all the way down to the soft white hairs at his base.
Drenched.
And Gojo gives the left of your ass cheek a good spank when it seems like you won’t be talking any time soon. Too hypnotized. “There there- big, huh?”
You’re huffing, “Y-you wish.”
“No need to liiiie- s’all yours.” Something in him cracks when he bucks up ever-so-slightly to let the shiny bulge of his cocktip scrape down your slit, mixin’ a heady concoction of white pre and slick that makes him salivate. “Look at her- she’s sayin’ she wants more.”
“You’re pussydrunk.” Such loud squelching noises that he jerkily lurches his head closer to listen to, as if his favorite song.
“Hell yeah I am, my wife.” With a raspy chuckle, Gojo slips the circle of his divot just underneath your swollen folds and hisses. “Now- I won. Your husband ngh- won today, why don’tcha gimme my reward, sweetheart?”
Oh-so-ready to make him cry on your tongue, you eagerly start snaking your hand downward.
Fist almost enclosed around the bulky cylinder of his hilt before he stops you right there. V-line hitting your pelvis as he fucks up, up, up-
“Nononono- another time. Right now…” Gojo slouches back, liiiicking that candied glaze of your juices off of his right hand. One by one. Before cushioning it underneath his head and watching you through sexy half-lidded eyes. “How do you want me?”
You hum, pretending to tap your chin in thought. “How you’ve wanted ta- ngh- have me, Toru–”
How he’s dreamed of having you.
Of shoving his thick cock between your pussy folds and fucking that smug smile off of your face while you tried to snap back at him. And his body moves before his brain.
Your back hitting the dampened sheets, your shirt and bra puddling onto the floor.
He doesn’t think he can breathe, he doesn’t even think he can think—especially when he sees that pink plastic ring pop as a pendant on your necklace and leans down to kiss it.
Every ounce of blood sprinting down from his hotly melted mind to balloon up his shaft so hard and cherry-red. Gojo’s tip is practically bawling by the time he’s flipping the two of you over and swiping the hard, aching bulge of it down your cunt.
Your thighs on his shoulders, his pelvis against your ass.
Eyes widening—a mating press. A fucking mating press.
Gojo’s barely even done folding you completely in half before he aligns the round, spheroid edge of his cockhead to crown your sloppy hole and rut. Gasping, he shuts his eyes firmly at the warmth. “Wanted this.”
“O-oh fuck–” Coming your jittery fingers through Gojo’s sweat-splattered hair. He’s just so big that just the feeling of his globular tip makes you see white.
“Wanted this wanted this- wanted this.” Gritting his teeth, furiously. He’s hiking his thighs up so that yours are pushed all the way up to hit your tits, bending you with all his powerful strength. “Have no idea how long- I’ve wanted you like this. Always in this position.”
“Why this one?” It was so filthy - even for him.
“What? Your husband’s the ngh- strongest and you expect him not to put you in a mating press the minute he sees you?”
Spanking the slivery slit of your cunt with one hand, Gojo fucking angles his head and grins at the slight puddle of sap that collects on his wrist.
“So soft n’ sweet-” He bends his knobbly thumb in to twist the button of your clit, licking his pink lips lazily at the way your arousal glitters further soaked. And it wasn’t just that- your husband was just so girthy that he’s tuggin’ your entrance apart to fit his heavy shaft inside. “Oh, always wanted this pretty hole begging f’me.”
Just as he speaks, Gojo slips yet another inch inside and makes your oversaturated pussy keen. “B-bold of you to assume- ngh- I’m the one begging.”
“Ohhh- she’s not?”
“She- fuck!”
Before you can even speak, he’s rolling his sculpted hips and slamming your spit-glued mouth shut. Cooing down with fluttering lashes, “What was thaaaat–?”
You feel a damn sob break at the back of your voicebox at the feeling of his rounded slit lodging against the treacly roof of your cunt. So wet that he’s constantly rubbin’ his veins back and forth on your walls, half-ruts. Half-thrusts. Just to fit in. “Fuh-fuck you!”
And then you’re swearing that Gojo grows harder. Bigger.
The corner of his head swelling up to an even thicker circumference that strikes your soggy cervix with a plop!
He’s bottoming out with a breaking tone, “Who’s fucking who now?”
And now that you’d given him an inch, he was taking a mile.
Fucking you into the rickety clinic bed like he was trying to stop your cute, arguing mouth from shrilling out. Every swab of his bulging cock enough to make your tongue flood with cockdrunken spit, he pounds his entire length into you like he hates you.
Slap!
So hard that the skin on his prominent v-lines stains completely red. And Gojo isn’t even feeling the pain, he’s only spanking hard abs into your front again. And again. And again.
Mouth falling into a sagged oh! as Gojo tilts his head down and watches when your geysering cunt swallows him up from the ruby-red tip to the bulk of his base. Heavy balls just peeking out cheekily.
All the way up until his pure white tufts of hair scratchily massage your clit and make you rut. “There- there.” The flat mountains of his palm come creeping down your tummy to press as he sliiides inside. With a smile, “Inside. Fuck- it’s inside. Can feel me all deep inside, s’like you’re hngh- made for me.”
“S’just s-sooo big, though!” You’re whimpering once he rubs over the callous of his thumb right at the bumpy point of his mushroomy head spearheading in.
Gojo grunts, “And what happened to me being small~”
You clench in response- the only thing you can do. And it’s like the entirety of the chamber tenses with something thick coating each atom of the air.
You just had to clench once and his cursed energy was lapping. Out-of-control.
So powerful that it might just be enough to cause alarm-
“Oh.” As if alerted by something invisible, Gojo raises his free arm towards the door. Lengthy lashes coating with a flicker of blue lightning- before, like nothing ever happened, he’s back to rutting and rutting. In long, methodical strikes of his bashing, bulbous head. Probing deeply into every ridge.
Before you can ask what was the matter, there’s the metallic jiggling of the hospital doorknob. Locked - by his power.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“I-is anything the matter in here?” Someone- you think it might be Ijichi - calls out from the other side. “The cursed levels were just so high that-”
“Listening to the voice of another man when I’m the one fucking you?” Gojo snarls out, two of his battle-hardened fingertips swatting the side of your cheek so that you’ll stop staring at the door.
Not when he was looking at you like that.
And not when he was the one unsticking your left hand from the side of his muscular obliques, gently kissing your ring finger even though he was drilling into you ferally. “Don’t you think of anyone else when- haaah- I’m the one fucking you-” The fangs of his canines bite in to the flesh of your digit, “Not when I’m your husband.”
“Wh-what if he hears—”
The end of your whine is caught up in his mouth, gnawing down on your lower lip and draaagging. “So let him.” He melts his glissading abs down onto your core, making you feel every bump and scar. “Let him- fuck. S’our long overdue honeymoon- and you’re gonna fucking- take- it-”
Mewling, “Fuck- fuck yes. More.”
It’s like those words have him going mad.
Gojo’s slick orifice grovering into the very bottom of your pussy, he tugs back on the blindfold dangling ‘round your neck to arch you further. Letting his zig-zagged veins creep down your g-spot, precisely.
“Yes- fuck. Your husband.” Repeating and repeating every time he hits your sweet splotchy areas. “M’your husband” And then he clings onto your clit, then he twists his wrist and lets the pads of his digits buzzzz–! with cursed energy. “Your husband.”
Almost as if he couldn’t believe it.
He’s departing his breath out in a scalding breeze every time you squeeze. Bodily shoving apart the inner parts of your legs with his large, flexing shoulders.
“Please- please please-” You’re wailing out utterly raw, the top of your throat feeling like it was clogging up after every ba-thump–! of his sweetly leaking cock probin’ every space inside your cunt. Swelling up so big that it was almost hard for you to clench- “Feels so ngh- good–”
“Yeaaaah–? Your husband’s makin’ you feel all good, huh?” The strongest couldn’t even give a shit about the way your screams were reaching a fever pitch.
Faster, sloppier.
Fingers starting to stain with a bright syrupy coating of your slick, he doesn’t even mean to- but he can’t help the way that the air touching his skin crackles with energy. Drawing out hearts on your perked clit like a lil’ bullet vibrator.
“Go on- say it.” He outlines a very obvious ‘S’ on top of your rugged nub that makes you quiver like a leaf underneath him. And then an ‘A’, a ‘T’, ‘O-R-U.’ Coaxing out your tiny whimpers, “Say my name—”
“Toru- hck! Satoru.”
He twitches, syllables taking on a shaky manner. “O-oh right, that’s my name.” Chuckling, fuck- did he forget his damn name? Just that drunk on your pussy that he’d rather just be called your husband forever and ever. His flushed face pushes forwards to bite on that blindfold and pull you back down, “Call me your heh- husband again.”
Just uttering those words makes him jolt his mushroomy, flared tip inside you until the ridge hits the door to your womb. His balls on your ass. Bruising.
You almost felt shy as he hastily brings down one of your hands to caress his rippling core. From each washboard ab to scar, sensually. “H-husband. My husband.”
Shit- he needed to make you cum now or he was going to, already feeling a steaming drop of pearly liquid empty out from his balls.
“There- there we- go-” And by now Gojo’s fucking you so hard that he’s starting to scrunch his partially-closed eyelids with the weight of big, sparkly tears of sensitivity. “Whatever my wife wants.” The crowned tip of his shaft red and swollen enough to burst, pushing and pushing. “Anything my wife wants.”
“I’m close-” You’re sobbing, reeling him in so close with a grasp of his tensed back muscles. And it was true, his Six Eyes was showin’ him the way your nerves were sizzling, the way your mouth flooded with spittle.
He counts underneath his breath. Five. Four.
Lips wobbling oh-so-adorably, “Toru, m’gonna cum. Let me cum.”
“Ohhh— s’that what you want, sweetheart?” He rolls his thumb over your overstimulated clit until you scream a yes. “Cum then.” Three. Spitting on the hills of his crowned fingerpads, Gojo makes sure they’re tight with particles of cursed energy. Two. Before spanking down- “Cum, my wife.” One.
You don’t know who cums first.
But to Gojo Satoru it doesn’t even matter- all he needs is to make sure is that you were creaming all over his ravaged cock, and that he was there to pump all his columns of wadded seed inside.
Room lights shattering, somewhere in the distance sounding with a sonic boom! Gojo fucks himself hoarse on your pussy until the expanse of his skin was littered with pure power and lightning.
“O-oh my god s’too mmm–” Your mouth dribbles with sap, gooey walls of your cunt sticking to the sides of his veiny shaft. Every tiny drag of his winding lines makes your high explode- “There’s so- hah- so much of it-”
So much that it was overspilling.
And Gojo can only glide the planes of his digits down the saccharine white sap that leaked from between your legs. Gluing his fingers to the stray gaps of your hole, and they were buzzing. “No wastin’ now.” He bites down on the plush gum of his bottom lip and still can’t hold back his snickers. “Gotta g-give you the ring- and my second button. Then take you out for a- a ride-”
He could almost laugh at the dazed confusion on your face, arching up his spine just so that his cock pummeled into you deep and stayed there.
“A ride and then a real ride. On a moped.” Giggling at his own joke, “Take you to eeeevery sweet convenience store in Tokyo you ngh- missed out on. Tell each one m’your husband and we’re having a summer wedding.” Kissing you softly, “M’thinking theme colours blue.”
That in and of itself is enough to make his drivelling orifice stream out yet another jetstream of cum, wadding up the entrance to your womb with clingy sap.
He finishes off with another lecherous slurp that makes you feel so hot inside that it was almost feverish. “A-and then what? S’this all for you big- ngh- honeymoon idea?”
“And if it is?”
“Should’ve left you at the altar-”
Gojo’s red, raw cock jolts. “Ohhhh- just for that m’gonna fuck you in every hah- convenience store, too. Maybe they’ll hear- doesn’t matter.” Grinning, he hikes up a thigh until he is gyrating just enough to swirl his pummeling length in circles. The plump curve of his balls digging into your ass, eyes glowing with blue in the darkness. “Your husband’s the strongest.”
You don’t know if you can do anything but scoff through your embarrassment, “A-and real humble, huh?”
“Well…” He tilts his head with a dopey smile, “Did I tell you that was my first time? Been savin’ myself for heh- marriage, my sweetheart.”
Fuck.
“I love you. Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”
Oh- “I love you, too.”
And something in you told you that this was far from over.
Maybe it was the way that Gojo’s cock strikes the back of your cunt with a splosh of sap, slimily mazing through until it feels like he streams out a squirt of something. You’d just made him squirt- or maybe it was the way that he kisses your plastic engagement ring.
Gaze delirious. Ears red. Fucked-out.
“So…what was that they said about a Gojo heir, my wife?”
.
.
.
“The electricity has been suspiciously unstable today.” Shoko wrinkles her nose up at her completely shattered office lightbulb. The sixth today.
Urgently flicking through her notes before she made a break for her most important patient as of late - the strongest.
Or, as she knew him, that damn Gojo with a penchant for tantrums and harboring a hopeless love for his betrothed. Often both at the same time. Speaking of said betrothed, she’d already shared a hasty greeting with you once you’d first arrived here- before you practically ran to the idiot’s room, that is.
Two peas in a pod.
“We have been getting strange him-level readings on cursed energy levels in this area since a few hours ago.” Utahime grumbles, barely out of the hospital herself but already steady at work as one of the new higher-ups.
“That so? Strange.”
“Yeah, and when I asked Ijichi about it he only looked pale and ran like he saw a-”
The two gasp. In unison.
“He finally proposed.”
A/N. Wrote this with a fever (Gojo was just that hot aha).
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I've never shared my art online before lol, but I recently finished this drawing and I am reallyyyyyy happy with it :3 also why the fawk is it so hard to draw his hair omfg... </3 IGNORE my lazy cloud shading I cant...
hawks need you on top ASAP, maybe he doesn’t even take his clothes all the way off after patrol
╰ 18+ MDNI. omg.. and his belt buckle and compression shirt and—
“c’mon angel, you know you can try wayyy harder than that, can’t you?”
the room is steaming with sex, skin brushing and grinding against one another with suffocating velocity, the kind that tingles your core and stings ur chest. you can almost feel it electricity your cunt, zaps of static energy numbing your widened thighs spread over keigo's waist.
tiredly gripping your hips, he’s letting you do all the work tonight, biceps bulging as his hands roll you on top of him, cock-head swiping up inside your folds and coating your insides in the prettiest sheen of clear pre the man can offer.
he practically pounced on you the moment he walked into the door, pulling you over to the bed and shoving his half-exposed shaft up into your cutely soaked cunt, belt buckle pressin’ into the insides of your thigh, leaving a faint ‘h’ shape into the delicate flesh.
simply put, keigo caught you completely off guard, forcing you to ride his rock hard cock without any prep to your poor pussy, and now you were dealing with the consequences of your sex-deprived, over-worked, hero boyfriend.
“had a long day y’know? been looking forward to this pussy, baby.” he’s sighing, curved shaft smushing into your gummy walls, feeling how you’re beginning to slow down your pace, hips rolling against his, “go a little faster for me, please?”
“can you stop talking!”
his lazy complaints make it difficult to focus on the task in front of you, struggling to ride his girth entirely swelling in your belly, pussy swallowing him down to the hilt and utterly weeping, clit scratching against his honey-shaded tuft of hair nestled on his pelvis.
he looks up at you, hand traveling behind your back to place a loud ‘slap’ against your globular ass cheek, letting the flesh ricochet in the palm of his hand. “just trying to help you out and hey—i’ve been helping people allllll damn day angel, and now it’s lookin’ like my girl needs me too.”
“im serious kei—mmpfh!” you’re blurting out, greedy fingertips grazing upon the skin tight compression shirt decorating his six-pack, tracing the yellow lines upwards to grab at his pecs. “just shut up, please!”
keigo pouts, pushing out his lower lip, “what’d i do? you’re the one who can’t keep your hands to yourself babe.”
more like can’t keep your pussy to yourself, sensitive folds planting down on his slutty cock, dripping mushroom tip the most gorgeous shade of cherry red bruising your guts as it smooches your g-spot with the wettest of kisses, legs brushing up against the material of his beige cargo pants he so graciously pulled himself out of.
you both know it’s an embarrassing last resort, the cocky man watching you ride his inches of girth sloppily and laughing—fingers going between your arms to cup your cunt. he swabs over your clit, the pads lappin’ up the abundance of slick smearing over your insides and pressing into it, sly voice snickering once you hiss at the sensation jolt your core.
squirming, keigo picks up the slack where you’re lacking it, hips thrusting into yours from the bottom, mattress squeaking in tow with your whimpering mouth. “f-fuck! stop fucking teasin’ me!”
“awh, come on,” he tuts, pausing to look you in the eyes, golden irises swallowed by blown pupils, “i know you like it.”
your mouth falls open, rebuttal sizzling on the tip of your tongue, yet he stops you with a thrust so strong you’re almost tumbling you off his hips.
“mmm, and this pussy loves it, can feel her squeezing.” he can feel you literally choking the life force out of him, cock asphyxiating on the gushing walls suffocating it. it forces him to thrust it deeper and deeper inside of you, tip knock, knock, knocking! into your tough cervix, the hard hitch begging to be filled up.
the finger working at your clit slows down, rubbing the smoothest circles into the flesh like velvet, the length of his shaft filling you so damn perfect. “stop!”
“i’m not known to do that baby—”
you don’t know what takes over you as your hands fall over his mouth, fingers covering the lower half of his face, facial hair scratching against them.
you’re clamping down hard, palms leaving no room for keigo to speak, hips eagerly regaining control and using his face as leverage to push your body upwards, ass planting down his cock so loud it boomerangs back into your eardrums.
successfully stifling his motor mouth, you ride him with all you’ve got, lifting off of him until only the rosy tip is pressing at your entrance, before slipping him back inside fully, feeling him punch your cervix each and every time.
unable to speak, keigo’s growling at you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the hand gripping you like a vice forces your hips to an abrupt stop, filling your pussy with the sappiest rivets of cum.
a flowing geyser paints your walls, so syrupy you can feel it coat every ridge inside of you, brows perking in confusion as you lean down, smushing into his chest with your own. “seriously keigo?”
he wriggles out of your grasp, chest panting, “c’mon! you know how much i like it when you’re mean.”
“come on, please ‘suki?” you whined, using that sickly sweet tone of voice you knew made him crazy. your eyes were wide, looking up at him while fluttering your lashes. all to convince him to let you suck him off.
“shit, y/n. you want it that fucking bad? fuck— i’m—“ he stuttered in frustration, looking down at his lap.
to say he was hard was an understatement.
the tent in his boxers was prominent. twitching. begging to be let free from the restraint.
he suddenly brought his hands down, thumbs slipping under the white waistband of the fabric that jailed his hard. pulling down just enough for his length to spring up immediately. the flushed pink of his tip alone practically made your mouth water.
“yeah? for real?” your eyes practically lit up in pure desperation.
“you want me to change my damn mind?” he snapped back.
you grinned. wasting no time, you brought your hand to his tip, first. gathering all the precum that had leaked out while you begged before. pumping your hand up and down his shaft.
once.
twice.
three times.
four.
your lips glistened with the saliva that you’d coated them with while you stared. you had never been so excited in your life.
without wasting another minute, you leaned down. immediately taking his flesh between your lips. you started off tame, only with his tip. your tongue flicked slowly, circling his skin.
“fuck, y/n.” he let out a low groan, wide eyes watching your every move— surprised you’d even wanted to do this in the first place. not that he was complaining.
hearing his voice as an encouragement, you softly pulled his tip further between your lips, as you sucked softly, slow and insistent. you tilted your head up to make eye contact with him. you almost smiled at his expression. key word: almost.
you began to shift downwards, taking more of his cock into your mouth. his length was overwhelming in the best way, filling the space of your warm mouth perfectly. your head bobbed up and down, sucking him softly with your brows pulled into a focused knot. you took slow breaths through your nose, relaxing the muscles in your face and focusing on how he tasted, how he felt.
katsuki, on the other hand? he was going mad. eyes blown open from the sensation. the damp, warm pull of your mouth. the soft whimpers you’d let out trying to fit more of him into it. nothing about the scene was innocent, and nothing about what he wanted to do was innocent, either.
you felt his calloused fingers thread through your hair. his touch surprisingly gentle. but you felt the way they twitched every now and then. he was struggling not to have his way with you. not to push your head down for you to take him deeper. not to hear the sound of you struggling to fully accept his length down your throat. he wondered how it’d feel. how tight the fit would be. how warm and how the feeling he had now would change while you sputtered trying to breathe, how your throat would squeeze even more around him.
no. he couldn’t. he had to stop. hurting you was the last thing he wanted. he couldn’t bring himself to hurt the one person who’d meant so much to him. but god, did he crave the feeling he’d imagined.
almost like you could read his mind, you lifted your head, releasing his tip with a soft pop of your lips. your doe eyed expression didn’t do much to help his aching cock.
“i know you want to, ‘suki.” you mumbled. your voice sweet and sure. the use of that name— the name that belonged to you and you only— it only made everything worse.
“‘m all yours, you know. ruin me.”
his eyebrows shot up at your words. hearing them through one ear and feeling how they shot down right to his hard. but he had to control himself. he couldn’t. he couldn’t.
“y/n..” he groaned. “i can’t. fuck. i can’t.” he started, but you cut him off.
“you can. please, katsuki. please i’ll be so good..” you pleaded. begging him to take you for himself. to use you for his own pleasure. you trusted him enough not to hurt you, so you didn’t see the problem at all.
“y/n..” he repeated. stuttering over his own words before yours got to his head. he fisted the soft locks of your hair, his grip tight and unwavering.
“you tell me to stop and i stop— got that?” he grunted, giving you no time to respond until your mouth was filled with his cock again. the sight was a dirty one. neither of you seemed to mind it, though.
he pushed and pulled your head up and down his length. grunting softly between each time. his breathing had gotten heavier, while you were struggling to breathe on your own.
“s—so good..” his voice alone was your personal aphrodisiac.
he was deep in your throat. the squeeze allowing him to see stars. every gag, every time your throat tried to close in, he got louder. it was warm. tight. perfect. he wondered if your pussy would feel similar.
he felt a heat building up inside of himself, like a pot beginning to boil.
more.
more.
more.
all until it began to bubble over.
“fuck, y/n— i’m..— fuck.. i can’t—“
his pace quickened. aggressive and unwavering. chasing the very high that was building at its own violent speed. it took about six seconds of it before you felt a hot string oozing down your throat. his length twitching and stuttering in the warmth of your sweet mouth. it was a lot, too. overwhelming in the best way. his grip loosened, but you kept going. head bobbing lightly to let him ride out his high, and afterward? you released his cock from your mouth. a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his flushed heat. the sight was lewd. and it only made him harder.
“good?” you mumbled, catching your breath. chest heaving, trying to reclaim the air that you’d given to him.
“we’re not done. cmere.” he said, leaving no room for argument. allowing you to catch your breath before pulling you back up towards him.
ᕱᕱ ྀི. choso gets extra needy when you aren’t around (waaah)
needy!choso who’s desperate for your warmth. he wanted your skin against his, your body flushed against him. he wanted his arms to cling against your burning flesh, holding you so tightly, you couldn’t move an inch away. he wanted to nuzzle his face into your neck, taking in your addicting scent as his hands travelled up and down your thighs .
his thoughts grow impure quick—he needed to be in you. to feel your walls clench around his length as he buried himself deep in your heat. to have your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him close and never letting go. to lick the sweat dripping from your forehead after he abused your cunt for hours.
needy!choso who gets hard at the mere thought of you. he’d begin palming himself through his boxers, precum already seeping through. though the friction was never enough.
he’d let his cock out, slowly jerking himself off with his face buried into your pillow and inhaling your scent. he teased the tip, fastened his pace, slowed it, then did it all over again. it was exactly how you touched him, yet it wasn’t the same. it was almost like torture, trying to get himself off, but nothing being enough. tears would begin to build up as he begins to tug his hair, whining pitifully as he ached for your presence.
needy!choso who folds hard as soon as you’re back. his arms would wrap around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. he would grab your cheeks, peckering them with kisses before trailing to your neck.you gasped at his touch, pleasantly surprised by his warm welcoming.
“i need it to be you.”
needy!choso who felt it was like heaven. he could feel his mind immediately go blank the moment you sunk onto him. he spews pathetic whines, as he felt your warmth around his shaft inch by inch. his face was burning, one hand tightly grips your ass while the other guides your hips down his length. ragged breaths escapes him as you slowly grinded your cunt against his base, listening to the song of your soft gasps. he grew impatient at your teasing, letting out pleas to start moving.
you waste no time, immediately raising yourself before slamming your hips down on to him. he lets out a significantly louder groan, sitting up straight and squeezing your hips. he buries his face in your chest, babbling nonsense as you bounce up and down on him. “so good,so, so, so good,—fuck!”
needy!choso who brokenly sobs at overstim. your figure would grow blurry as his eyes began to water before spilling fat tears. you kiss him, swallowing all of his cries and moans as you felt him grow bigger inside of you. he whimpers profanities against your lips, barely hanging on as the stimulation grew greater at the moment. despite that, he continued begging, not entirely sure what he was begging for. he didn’t care that he was on the brink of passing out, he wanted you to continue. to use him as you pleased and toy with him like he was nothing.
✮ HOPPIN’ DICK! ⸺ your boss sent you on a work trip with 4 coworkers and they all want to get you pregnant.
cw. gangbang (obviously), unprotected sex, double penetration, anal sex, oral sex (m and f rec), creampie, breeding kink, degradation, size kink, overstimulation, spit play, handjob, squirting, titplay, praising.
“he just hates you.” you heard shoko say as she leaned back in her chair and shook her head. she honestly didn’t get why your boss sent you, the newbie, on a trip with four completely different guys, saying you needed to learn and get some experience.
she thought about it for a second, then frowned. “it’s weird. this never happened before. they don’t usually send new people on trips just so they can learn something.”
then she suddenly smiled really wide, narrowed her eyes, and winked at you.“maybe you’re special."
“or maybe i’m so useless they had to send four guys just to make sure i will not fuck everything up,” you said dryly, sighing as you took a sip of coffee.
well, at least you’d only see them at work. meetings, discussions, paperwork — nothing personal. that’s what you thought. spoiler: you were wrong.
because when you finally got there, you found out the company rented one penthouse instead of five separate hotel rooms, like you thought. you were gonna have to live under the same roof with all four of them.
the flight alone was already enough of a nightmare. firtsly because you were sitting next to four ridiculously hot guys — the same guys you’d thought about, one after another, on those shameless nights when you touched yourself. and on top of that, they all looked at you like they knew something you didn’t. the constant smirks, winks, and knowing looks definitely didn’t help you relax.
the worst part? they were way too nice to you from day one.
gojo and geto brought you coffee every morning and asked you to grab lunch with them. nanami would often sit next to you and help with your reports, even when you could’ve easily done them yourself. and toji walked you home whenever you stayed late because of work, joking that pretty girls like you had no business walking around alone at night.
you're not gonna lie, you were really grateful for it.
even now you sat at your desk, slowly drinking yet another coffee gojo had left for you that morning. you smiled sweetly at him, trying not to think about how much you actually liked all the attention.
and at night, when you were alone and was touching yourself, even though your fingers never quite reached where you wanted them to, you thought about them. about kento, who looked strong enough to pick you up without even trying. about toji, who wore those pants that made the outline of his cock way too obvious. about geto and all the things he could do with that long—
no. you really need to be ashamed of yourself.
those thoughts only got worse now, especially since you were all stuck in the same house. they were just being nice and looking out for you, trying to help you settle in. they had no idea how dirty your thoughts about them were. if they ever found out what went through your head every time you were alone, they’d probably be disgusted.
or maybe they would not?
this was exactly what you thought about while standing under the hot water, when you suddenly caught a familiar, barely noticeable scent — gojo’s shower gel. unable to resist the temptation to smell just like him, you decided to use it.
when you came out of the bathroom, you just wrapped the towel tightly around yourself and without even drying your damp hair properly, headed for the stairs to the second floor, where your room was. unfortunately, the way there went straight through the living room, where, of course, all four of them were.
the second you appeared in the doorway, the conversation stopped, and all four pairs of eyes turned to you.
nanami, who was holding some work documents, tried to look away, but clearly had a hard time doing it. gojo swallowed hard and quickly threw a couch pillow at geto. and a big, shameless grin slowly spread across tojis face as he openly looked you up and down, taking in your wet shoulders and bare legs.
your cheeks immediately went red, and your throat tightened from embarrassment. “good night, everyone!” you squeaked out, swallowing hard before practically running up the stairs to your room.
the last thing you heard from the living room before you slammed the door shut was a quiet, low male laugh.
𐚁
you were sitting in a cozy bar after a successful conference. there was no strong alcohol on the table, just some light drinks, since you had another important meeting tomorrow and really couldn’t afford to mess it up.
you sat right between them, two on your right and two on your left, and for the first time all day, you actually felt relaxed. after hours of work, you were finally full, warm, and weirdly comfortable. for some reason, whenever you were with them, you felt like nothing bad could happen to you.
“well,” gojo finally said, leaning back in his chair. “do you have a boyfriend?” you took a sip of your drink and shook your head “no. none of the idiots these days deserve me.”
you said it with a smile, obviously joking, but for some reason, none of them laughed. instead, nanami put a hand on your shoulder and started gently rubbing it, making you relax even more. “yeah,” he said calmly. “a girl like you deserves at least four.”
you almost choked on your drink. “for different purposes,” geto added immediately, giving you a wink. you felt your cheeks burn and hid your face behind your glass, taking another sip. for some reason, you suddenly felt way too hot.
after a while, toji gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers accidentally brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. “tell me one thing pretty girl,” he said with a grin. “which one of us do you like the most?”
by then, you were almost completely relaxed in your chair and just shrugged. “i like all of you.” you went quiet for a second before adding, “you all treat me really well.”
silence fell over the table. you looked from one to the other and caught them exchanging glances. then all four of them had the same look on their faces — bright smiles that looked way too much like satisfied smirks.
toji looked at you again and slowly smiled. “good to know.”
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the penthouse door closed behind you as you kicked off your shoes and headed into the living room.
toji and geto were already there, sprawled out on opposite sides of a leather couch that probably cost more than your rent. toji sat with his legs spread wide, one arm resting on the back of the couch, while suguru leaned back in his shirt, cuffs undone, staring toward the kitchen doorway where you could hear dishes clattering.
you put your bag on the shelf, and the second the clasp clicked, both of them turned their attention to you.
toji was the first to slowly look you over. his eyes moved over your hair first — loose now, the braid you’d done before the meeting already coming undone from the humidity and wind on the way back — and then drifted lower. the back of your blouse was sheer, sticking to the sweat along your spine. your skirt hugged your hips and stopped just above your knees. you noticed him lick his teeth, his eyes getting darker than usual.
you swallowed. geto didn’t say anything. he just watched you through half-lidded eyes, then slowly stuck his tongue out and pressed it against the inside of his cheek.
you didn’t know how any of this was supposed to happen. your only experience was one dumb ex who didn’t care about your pleasure and two awkward hookups in a club bathroom that smelled like cheap whiskey. so you did the only thing that seemed logical — you reached for the first button of your blouse.
“ah-ah-ah.” toji’s voice made you freeze. he shook his head, grinned, and wagged a finger at you. “you’re not allowed to undress yourself, baby.”
your hand froze, and heat spread up your neck. he slapped both hands against his huge thighs. “come here.”
you looked at his hands. then at his legs, spread wide. your feet moved before you could even think, because if you started overthinking about it, it'd be over. the carpet felt soft under your heels as you stopped between his knees, close enough to smell his clean skin, your heart pounding against your ribs.
“turn around.” you did, now facing geto, and he winked at you, slowly and lazily lowering one eyelid, making your pussy clench around nothing. behind you, toji moved. his fingers found the zipper on your skirt and pulled it down. he stopped at the bottom. then he grabbed the fabric on both sides and ripped it apart.
the sound was obscene — a long, wet tear that echoed through the room. cold air hit your legs. you gasped and stumbled forward, left standing in nothing but black panties and a half-buttoned blouse as the ripped skirt went flying somewhere across the room.
you barely had time to process what was happening. a quiet laugh comes from behind you, followed by heat — his breath right against the curve of your ass. “fuck,” toji breathed.
his hands came up and grabbed your ass through the thin black cotton, slowly kneading it and pressing his thumbs into the muscles. he squeezed and shifted the flesh until you gasped. then he leaned in and took a deep breath, like he was trying to memorize your scent.
a hot, open-mouthed kiss landed on your right cheek. his tongue pressed flat against your skin and dragged across it. your eyes fluttered shut. then his teeth sank into you. you cried out, “toji!” and tried to pull away, but his iron grip kept you right where you were as he bit down harder — sharp enough to make your knees buckle.
he just laughed, pressed his lips to the mark, and slowly licked over it like he was apologizing. his tongue eased the sting. “shh,” he said. “stay still.” then he turned you around like you weighed nothing. a second later, he dropped back onto the couch, lifted you straight off the floor, and pulled you onto his lap.
now you sat on top of him, wearing nothing but your blouse and panties, your pussy pressed directly against the hard bulge of his cock through his pants. a quiet moan slipped out before you could stop it.
a laugh came from the couch across from you. suguru. you didn’t need to look to know he was still watching, still slowly running his thumb over his lower lip. “you’re adorable,” he said, his voice calm, almost bored, but his eyes were dark. “i always knew that.”
toji grinned up at you, showing all his teeth. “told you. knew it from the moment she walked in.” your brain barely had time to process his words before toji’s fingers wrapped around your chin, tilting your face toward his.
“open your mouth.” you did. “stick your tongue out for me.” you stuck it out, the cool air brushing against it. you felt ridiculous and completely exposed, so turned on that you could feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your panties against his lap.
he stared at your tongue for a long moment, like he was studying it. then he leaned closer and ran his own tongue over it, slow and flat, from the base to the tip. his taste filled your mouth — dirty, slightly bitter from the whiskey, but completely him. his tongue curled against yours, tracing underneath it, before he kissed you deeply, making your eyes roll back.
then the kiss changed. he took control of your mouth, his tongue pushing inside, hot and demanding, sliding over your teeth and the roof of your mouth and tangling with yours until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. his lips crushed against yours before he caught your lower lip between his teeth, pulled it gently, and let it snap back.
saliva gathered and spilled over. it ran down your chin, along your neck, into the hollow of your throat, and toji followed it with his mouth, leaving a long, wet trail up the side of your neck before finding your lips again. then you moved.
not on purpose — you rubbed against him, moving your hips in small, desperate circles, trying to get friction against the seam of his pants. you only got wetter, until you could feel the slick warmth spreading between your thighs.
he let out a low moan, and his hands found your ass, squeezing hard enough that you’d probably have red marks by morning. you didn’t mind. suddenly, you heard a noise from the doorway. you broke the kiss with a wet, obscene smack and turned around.
gojo stood there, loosening his tie, his jacket thrown over one shoulder. his eyes moved over the scene: you sitting on toji’s lap, saliva shining on your chin, while geto’s hand had already slipped down the front of his pants and was gripping the thick outline of his cock through the fabric.
gojo grinned. “looks like you guys started without me.”
toji’s hands settled back on your hips, and before you could say anything, he lifted you, turned you around, and pulled you back against his chest. your spine pressed against him, your legs resting over his spread thighs.
gojo dropped to his knees in front of you. seeing him there — big, kneeling between your legs — knocked the air right out of you. he grabbed your knees and spread your legs wide, opening you up to the room. cool air touched the soaked fabric of your panties, and you let out a quiet moan.
then his fingers slid up your middle, right over your covered pussy, and he felt just how wet you were. “oh,” he moaned softly. “oh, baby.” he hooked his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled your panties down, watching as they stuck to your skin, leaving a thin string of wetness behind. he tossed them into a corner.
“won't need these anymore.” he looked up at you with a sweet smile. “right, sweetheart?” you couldn’t answer. you were completely exposed, throbbing under the eyes of three men, and gojo stared at you like he’d just found something precious. all you could do was shake your head.
he let out a low, hungry moan and leaned closer. you felt his breath against your pussy before he took a deep breath, slow and greedy, like he hadn’t eaten in days. “fuck,” he whispered. “you smell like you’ve been waiting for us all day.” then his mouth found the inside of your thigh.
at first, he kissed you there softly, his mouth slightly open, taking his time. his tongue brushed over your sensitive skin. he moved higher. one kiss, then another, his lips parting against your skin, the roughness of his stubble scratching lightly against your thigh.
his hands slid under your thighs and lifted them, spreading you even wider and holding you open. he caught the crease where your leg met your thigh between his teeth. he didn’t rush, and that was the worst part. he kissed everywhere except the one place you desperately wanted him, and every kiss pulled the knot in your stomach tighter.
“mmngh! please,” you heard yourself say. he laughed against your skin. “please what, baby?” “please!—”
and then his tongue touched you. one long, flat, wet stroke from your entrance all the way to your clit, and your whole body jerked. he moaned right against you, like he was tasting something he’d been denied for years, then did it again. harder.
he pressed his tongue flat against you and dragged it up before pushing it inside, making you cry out. he fucked you with his tongue, shallow at first, then deeper, curling it as he tasted you. the sounds were downright filthy absolutely shameless. his mouth kept working, and every time he moaned, the vibration went straight through your clit.
then he started sucking. his lips closed around your clit, pulling it into his mouth. your hips lifted off the couch, and a high, broken sound tore out of you. “haaah! ah—aahhh!”
he didn’t let up. he gave it a light bite, then soothed the spot with his tongue before doing it again. your thighs shook around his head as he moved from side to side, burying his face even deeper. his nose pressed against your clit, his tongue moving inside you, and you could barely breathe.
you cried out, arching your back, and toji’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. toji. you completely forgot he was there. he turned your face toward him and kissed the corner of your mouth — soft at first, then harder and deeper — and you gasped against his lips. his kisses moved lower, along your jaw, your chin, the line of your neck. every kiss was shameless, possessive.
he stopped at your collarbone and bit down. his teeth sank into your skin, making you whimper as he sucked hard, drawing blood to the surface and leaving his mark. then he moved lower and did it again. his hands found your blouse. he undid two buttons with surprising patience, but then that patience ran out.
“fuck this,” he growled. he grabbed the fabric and tore it open. the buttons went flying. you heard them roll across the floor, cool air touched your bare skin, and his mouth was on you again — at your neckline, then higher across your chest.
He rips off the ruined shirt and tosses it aside. Next comes the bra — unhooked and thrown to the floor. one move and his hand was already at the back of your head, pulling you against his chest and making you arch.
he covered the curve of your tits with kisses before his mouth closed around your nipple and his teeth sank into it. you screamed. your mouth fell open, the sound spilling out, but another mouth crashed into yours and swallowed it whole. geto.
you didn't even hear him come over. he kissed you hard — tongue, teeth, shared breath, no softness at all, just hunger. his hand twisted into your hair, holding your head in place while he devoured your mouth. you moaned against his lips, gojo’s tongue was still between your legs, toji’s mouth was still working at your nipple, and you felt like you were falling apart between the three of them.
toji moved to your other nipple, sucking hard and greedily, his teeth scraping against it while his free hand squeezed the tit he’d just left, rolling the hardened tip between his fingers. suguru kissed you so deeply you could barely breathe, his tongue tangled with yours, one hand still gripping your hair.
you cried out, whimpering but hardly any sound made it out. your whole body shook as you were trapped between the three men, with nothing left to do but take it all. satoru pulled back just enough for his finger to find your entrance. one thick, long finger slipped inside.
“ng— yes! mhmm!” he was huge — it was only one finger, but it still filled you, and you cried out into geto’s mouth. then he added another, the stretch making your head spin as your hips lifted on their own. toji’s palm came down hard against your stomach, holding you back in place. he pulled away from your nipple with a wet pop.
“relax that perfect body, baby,” he rasped, his voice completely wrecked. “leave it to the real men.”
gojo’s fingers started moving. he fucked you with them at a pace that stole your breath, making your head spin — from geto’s kiss, from not being able to breathe, from the fact that everything was suddenly too much and somehow still not enough. then geto’s hand moved between your legs. he pushed his middle finger in beside gojo’s fingers, and together they stretched you, making you sob right into suguru’s mouth.
they found places inside you that you didn't even know existed. deep, hidden places, hitting them again and again as the room filled with sound — the wet rhythm of their hands, your broken moans, and gojo’s low groan against your clit.
“haa—haaah!” “ahh… fuck… nghhh! please…”
your orgasm hit you in a moment. you came so hard that everything went black for a second. your thighs shook, your legs tightened, and you cried out into geto’s mouth, but they didn’t stop. they slowed down, but kept going, helping you ride it out, their fingers getting gentler as they dragged the pleasure out until you were nothing but a shaking, exhausted mess.
gojo leaned back. his whole face was wet — his lips, chin, nose, everything glistening with your juices. he looked completely worn out and completely satisfied at the same time. geto pulled his hand away, brought his middle finger to his lips, and slowly licked it clean without taking his eyes off you. a low hum rumbled in his chest.
gojo was about to do the same, but geto caught his wrist. he brought two of gojo’s fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, making gojo groan and throw his head back. then toji’s low, confident voice came from behind you.
“my turn.” your eyes went wide.
geto simply nodded. he lifted you off the chair like you weighed nothing, and you instinctively clung to him, your thighs still shaking after your orgasm rolled through you. you watched gojo toss a pillow onto the carpet, and suddenly toji was lying there on his back, his head resting on the pillow as he looked up at you with dark, patient eyes.
you were wet. so fucking wet. your pussy still pulsed even though you came barely a minute ago — a deep, aching throb that refused to go away. geto held you under your ass with one arm while his other hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. then his thumb wiped the saliva from your chin, and he leaned in and licked it off.
then he lowered you onto toji. not onto his face. onto his stomach, facing away from him, your bare skin pressed against the hard ridges of his abs. you could see the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, and some distant part of your brain wondered if it hurt.
toji’s hands found your hips. he moved you back and forth, slowly dragging you over the hard planes of his stomach, leaving a slick, shiny trail across his skin. “look at the mess you made,” he growled. “fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”
heat rushed over your face, neck, and chest. you wanted to look away, but there was nowhere else to look. he pulled you higher, toward his face, and you froze. “sit on my face,” he said. “let me taste that sweet pussy.”
“i—” your voice broke. “what if you choke because of me?” all three of them laughed making your stomach make a little flip. “i fucking hope i do,” toji said. then he pulled you down.
his mouth was on you the second you lowered yourself onto him. his hands grabbed your ass and pulled you even closer, his tongue pushed inside, and you cried out, bracing your hands against his chest.
his abs tensed underneath you. you saw his hand move between your bodies, gripping himself through his pants. you reached down and pulled his pants down just enough to free him, and he was huge — thick, with a darkened head and a thick vein running all the way down. precum already dripped from him, and he felt so heavy in your hand that your fingers barely closed around him.
you leaned forward, meaning to take him into your mouth, but a hand caught your hair and stopped you. geto. he lifted your head, his eyes bright and burning. “not so fast, princess.”
with one hand, he undid his belt. his pants dropped, and his cock slapped against his lower stomach — thick and hard. he stepped closer and dragged the tip across your lips, spreading the salty wetness over them. you opened your mouth and licked it off before you could stop yourself.
a low moan came from him. he leaned right up to your face “open.” you opened. he spit, warm moisture landing on your tongue, and you swallowed it. then he straightened up and pushed his cock into your mouth.
you were filled from every side now. toji’s tongue was inside you, his hands kept you spread open, his nose pressed against your clit. geto’s cock rested heavily on your tongue, going deeper with every movement of his hips. your hand wrapped around toji’s cock, and when you felt him twitch in your grip, you started jerking him off.
slow at first. then faster. you lost yourself in it — the rhythm, the heat, the feeling of being completely full. you couldn’t think. you could only feel. then you felt another breath against your ass.
toji’s hands spread you even wider, and someone’s nose and mouth pressed against your other hole. you knew who. he licked you there, slow and steady, and the feeling was so strange and somehow so good that your whole body tensed.
you heard the wet sound of oil against skin. then one of his fingers pressed against that tight ring of muscle and slowly slipped inside. your hips jerked so hard that toji’s nose pressed even deeper, while geto’s cock hit the back of your throat as he fucked your mouth, one hand tangled in your hair.
gojo worked you open. one finger, then a second, slowly stretching and massaging you. you pressed yourself harder against toji’s face through it all, while he moved his face against you and pushed even deeper.
you moaned around geto’s cock, your hand moving faster and slicker over toji’s. “mgmm—” you sobbed around the thick length in your throat. you sucked your cheeks in making geto’s head fall back. “fuck, yes. just like that, baby.”
suguru’s hips lost their rhythm. toji moaned right against you, the vibration going straight through your clit. gojo’s fingers curled inside you, and your vision started to blur. you were full. everywhere. all of you belonged to them.
geto pulled back just enough to let you swallow his cum when he came with a loud moan. his taste covered your tongue, and you swallowed again and again while he watched you, his chest rising heavily and his pupils blown wide. “fuck, babygirl,” he breathed. “look at you. so fucking perfect.” your thighs still shook.
then toji’s cock twitched hard in your hand. he moaned against your stomach and came, hot waves covering your fingers and knuckles, splashing across your chest and stomach. he ran his face over you one last time, smearing your juices and his own release across his lips and chin. then he pulled you against his chest, his damp skin sticking to your back.
you twisted around to look at him. his whole face shone — his nose, chin, cheeks, even his forehead were covered in you. he looked completely exhausted and ridiculously pleased with himself. “sweetest pussy in the world,” he murmured, then grabbed your hips and got up from the floor.
only then did you notice gojo was gone. you didn’t even have time to think about it. the door opened, and he came back with a glass of ice-cold water in his hand. condensation covered the glass.
he put it in your hand. “drink, love.” you were still sitting on toji’s thighs, your swollen, throbbing pussy pressed right against his cock, and the touch made a quiet moan slip out of you. you tried to keep the glass steady.
your back was pressed tightly against his chest. while you drank, his mouth found your earlobe — teeth first, then his tongue, then a kiss just below it. you felt the dampness on his face against your skin, proof of what he’d just done to you. you shivered.
you finished the water and held the glass out. geto took it. “w-where’s... nanami?” you asked quietly. everyone froze. then they started laughing. gojo leaned in and kissed you deeply. when he pulled away, toji’s warm voice came from right by your ear.
“three cocks are waiting to fill that tiny, swollen pussy, and you still want more?” he clicked his tongue. “greedy little thing.” heat rushed to your face. you turned away and hid your face against his neck, and he laughed right into your hair.
“he had an urgent meeting,” geto said as he set the glass down. “he’ll be here soon.” “and he can’t wait to taste this cunt either.” gojo’s eyes dropped to where you were pressed against toji.
geto tilted his head. “are you tired?” you shook your head. no. yes? you already came twice — actually, you lost count by now — but you still wanted more. especially with them.
toji grinned slowly, dirty and knowing. “i always knew you were a filthy little slut who wanted to get fucked in every hole.” he stood up, holding you in his arms, and you felt that hot, humiliating rush again — being handled like you weighed nothing, like you were some toy they could pass between them. it should’ve embarrassed you.
and it did. but it also turned you on so much you could barely breathe. geto was lying where toji had just been, and your pussy throbbed at the sight of him, at the thought of him finally filling you.
before he moved you over, toji kissed you. he tasted geto on your tongue — you knew he did, because he moaned right into the kiss — and licked the taste from your lips and cheek, slowly cleaning you up. then he lowered you onto geto’s thighs facing him.
he guided himself into place. the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and he slowly lowered you onto him — inch by impossible inch, and you felt every bit of it.
the way he stretched you, the sweet burn, the feeling of being completely full. “it—! it's too big— nnghh!” you gasped.
“you can take it,” he said, his voice calm and firm. “you were made for this. sit on that cock baby be a good girl.”
he grabbed your hips and moved you. you moaned, then started moving against him in a steady rhythm, every roll of your hips pushing him deeper until you could almost feel him in your throat.
then slick fingers found your other hole again. warm, slippery oil coated your skin as gojo’s fingers slipped inside again — one, two, three, all at once. “mmmh,” his voice sounded dark behind you. “so ready for me.”
then he pushed inside you. everything flashed white. you were completely full — geto stretching you from the front, gojo filling you from behind — and it felt like they reached all the way inside you, like there was no room left for air, thoughts, or anything else except them.
“ah! haaah—i can’t— get— gojo please please!” gojo’s hands found your tits. he squeezed hard, twisting your nipples between his fingers, then turned your head and kissed you.
then toji’s hand caught your jaw, pulling you away from the kiss and dragging you into his mouth instead. it was the dirtiest kiss yet — nothing but tongue and spit, not an ounce of tenderness.
gojo squeezed one breast. toji squeezed the other. then toji’s thumb and forefinger found your swollen clit and squeezed it. your hips lost their rhythm. you tried to pull away because something was building inside you, something that went beyond a normal orgasm. something you couldn’t control.
“don’t fucking stop,” geto’s voice came at the same time, his hands gripping your hips and waist hard enough to keep you in place. you couldn’t stop. the pleasure exploded, then came again — a flood, a complete rush — and you cried out as your body shook, leaving you trembling and breathless. "nnngaaahh! yesyesyesyes pleaaseee ha—aahh!—"
“good girl. that’s it, princess.” “fuck, look at her,” toji growled, still rubbing and working your clit, making you go through it again and again. “made a fucking mess of the whole room.”
“come inside her,” gojo growled, thrusting against you from behind. “fill her. i want it spilling out of both of us.” “both of us,” geto echoed as he thrust up hard, coming deep inside you. “take it. take every drop. i’ll put a baby in that perfect pussy.”
gojo followed a moment later. a low, broken moan escaped him as he came inside you, his hips jerking while his hands left marks on your thighs. “that’s it. all of it.”
“now you’re ours,” toji whispered against your lips, still playing with your clit and pulling another weak shudder from you. “every one of us will fill you. again and again. until it takes.” the room spun around you. you shook, completely spent, feeling everything spill out around them.
you were still trembling, still shaking and completely overwhelmed when the front door opened. nanami. he walked in and just stared at the two huge cocks still buried inside you, at the mess running from you. at your chest, smeared with cum and covered in dark bite marks. at your sweaty, flushed face and your head thrown back against geto’s shoulder.
"kento…" your voice was quiet, ruined, barely a whisper.
he didn't answer. instead, he set his briefcase on the shelf, smoothed his documents, neatly hung his coat over the back of the chair. every move was measured, as if he wasn't looking at you lying with your legs spread under two men whose cocks were still deep inside you.
then he was right in front of you. his fingers touched your chin and lifted your face. he just looked at you. long enough for everyone to hear your ragged breathing. his eyes slid over the flush on your cheeks, the drying spit on your neck, the tear tracks and dark marks blooming on your chest.
"hey," he said softly. and then he kissed you. his kiss was nothing like the others'. it was slow. careful. his lips parted against yours and his tongue slid inside. your arms went up, wrapped around his neck, you clung to him, the kiss deepening.
gojo pulled his cock out of your ass, and you whimpered softly right into nanami's lips from the empty, stretched ache. his hands moved to your hips, and he lifted you into the air without breaking the kiss.
next, geto's cock slipped out, and that loss felt even more — the sudden emptiness made you groan into kento's lips, and what was left inside spilled out, hot and thick, soaking his shirt where your thighs squeezed his waist.
toji's lips found your back. he kissed along your spine, open and wet, pressing one palm between your shoulder blades, then took you from nanami's arms, turning you and holding you upright against his chest.
nanami dropped to his knees. his hands slid up your trembling thighs. with his fingers he spread your swollen lips, opening you up, and looked at what they left inside — that slow leaking mess. "already so full, princess," his voice was low, steady. "i'll have to clean everything out here, won't i?"
you nodded fast because you couldn't say a word. then you slowly looked at geto from under your lashes. "you… you haven't tasted me yet." he raised one eyebrow, looking down at your wet pussy, and smirked. "aren't you a dirty little whore?"
and then both of them were on their knees, two mouths dropping between your legs at once. nanami started gentle — the flat of his tongue, long slow strokes dragging up your slit, as if savoring you. geto was the exact opposite. he buried his face in, wild and greedy, licking you deep, pushing his tongue inside to scoop out what the others left.
toji turned your head with a palm on your jaw and kissed you deep, swallowing every sound before it could burst from your throat. his tongue filled your mouth, you moaned into his lips and felt the juices dripping down onto the two men below.
gojo's mouth closed around your nipple. he sucked hard, scraping with his teeth, then worked the other nipple with his fingers, twisting and pinching, making your back arch toward geto's chest.
it was everywhere. geto's tongue inside you — lapping, drinking. kento's lips wrapped tight around your clit, drawing it in with slow, rhythmic pulls. tojis tongue in your mouth, his hand gripping your hair. gojo's teeth on your tits, his other hand squeezing your butt cheek.
you came, the orgasm ripping you apart from inside — your hips jerked, your scream died on toji's tongue — but they didn't stop. they kept touching, kept licking, and then came fingers. toji's fingers slid inside next to nanami's, then more of them, four whole fingers stretching you wider, and from the sensory overload something inside broke, and you came again, sobbing, flooding their mouths.
"mmhmm— haah! i ca— i can't anymore—"
they didn't listen. they drank you until your legs were shaking so hard toji had to hold you up. then nanami stood up and kissed you again. you tasted yourself on his lips, but the hunger in his kiss was replaced with a little bit of softness.
"your pussy is completely swollen," he whispered against your lips. "maybe we should stop?" you shook your head sharply. your lips pouted against your will. "i want to feel you inside," you whispered.
that was all he needed. toji's solid forearm wrapped under your breasts, pressing you to his chest. nanami leaned in and kissed you again and while doing that, he took your hand and pressed it to the hard bulge straining against his pants.
"let it out, princess." your fingers fumbled clumsily with the belt, button, zipper. his dick sprang free — heavy in your hand, already leaking pre-cum, the tip flushed dark.
and then he was at your entrance. he slid inside and your mouth parted. he was thick — thicker than geto — and the way he stretched your used, swollen pussy felt almost unbearable. you gasped, and toji's hand rested on your throat — not squeezing, just holding you.
"too much?" he asked. his voice was strained, and you could feel him trembling from the effort not to move. you shook your head. "need more."
meanwhile toji started entering your ass — the hole was still sensitive, stretched out after gojo — and the pressure of his thrusts while nanami was already deep inside was blinding. they entered slowly, inch by inch, until both were buried to the base, and you were impaled between them, filled so completely you couldn't breathe.
"fuck," toji groaned into your neck. "you're fucking tight back here. i'm gonna fill this hole too. pump so much into you there won't be any room left."
nanami rolled his hips, toji matched his rhythm, and soon they were moving together, lifting you up between them and fucking you in a perfect, hard rhythm. your legs wrapped around nanami's waist, your back arched toward toji's chest. then the other two stepped closer.
satoru's mouth was on your clit, his tongue flicking fast and desperate, his hands squeezing your cheeks, spreading them. "look at her," geto panted, running a hand through your hair and squeezing your reddened tits. "our perfect little cum dumpster. made to be bred. to carry our babies."
nanami touched his forehead to yours. "i'm gonna fill you, princess. down to the last drop. i'll make sure of it." "me too," gojo panted against your clit. "i'll put a baby in you. watch you get round from it. you'll look so fucking pretty, all round with our cum."
toji bit into your shoulder, leaving a mark. "we're all gonna breed you, baby. fill every hole. pump you so full you'll be leaking our seed for a week. and when it works — and it definitely will — you'll be the prettiest pregnant whore in the world."
you shattered. the orgasm exploded deep inside, your body convulsed, clamping around both of them, and a scream tore out of you. nanami buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding your pussy with hot pulsing waves, and toji thrust deep right after, spilling into your ass with a low groan that vibrated down your whole spine.
gojo followed right after, groaning straight against your clit, and you felt him cumming onto the floor, mixing his cum with everything else.
they kept moving slowly. dragging out every single pulse until you went completely limp, twitching all over, with nothing left of you except the heat of four men and the wet sounds of them coming.
when they finally set you down gently, you couldn't even stand.
your pussy was totally wrecked — swollen, gaping, leaking a thick river of cum down your thighs. your other hole was the exact same way, and you could feel both dripping, mixing, running together. your chest and arm were smeared white. your hair was a total mess, plastered to your sweaty neck. every single inch of your body was marked, bitten, and claimed.
gojo tilted his head, that same cute smile back on his face. "you need a bath, don't you?" nanami scooped you up in his arms without waiting for an answer. your head hung helplessly against his shoulder, and the trip to the bathroom felt like one big blur of warm skin and cool air.
the shower stall was huge — wide enough for all of them to fit, and just realizing that made your ruined pussy throb despite everything. you thought it was over. you let your tired eyes close.
but when you opened them, turned out they were all following you right into the stall.
they looked like pure sin. toji's body was slick, his face and chest shining with sweat and your juices. geto's stomach was still wet where you soaked him. gojo's face and cock were glistening with white drops. and nanami… he was still mostly dressed, his shirt soaked through, and he was slowly undressing, never taking his eyes off you.
you pressed your face into nanami's shoulder and looked up at them through wet lashes while the water turned on, hot streams running down your back. toji took off his pants, smirking at you like things were only just getting started.
"after all," he said, "not every one of us has managed to fill your little pussy yet, baby."
nanami's fingers lifted your chin. he looked down at you, water running through his hair, and there was so much tenderness in his eyes it made your chest ache.
"you're gonna be so pretty," he whispered against your lips. "all round, soft, and full of us. we're gonna take care of you, baby. every single fuckin' day. and every night, we're gonna fill you up again."
hiromi & nanami threesome! all arts from @ thatsallitchief on X
ever since your boyfriend learned how to eat you out, he's been abusing that knowledge! but, you're not complaining about it. twt link
♯ megumi fushiguro x reader
the living room was bathed in a soft, dim glow, with the television serving as the room’s only real source of light. its rapid flickering casted shifting shadows across the walls, illuminating megumi’s face in brief flashes as the round continued.
the rest of the room was almost completely silent, save for the muffled bursts of gunfire and distant shouting leaking through the headphones clamped over his ears.
sitting on the floor with his back pressed firmly against the base of the couch, megumi was completely absorbed in his fortnite match, controller resting steadily in his hands as his attention remained fixed on the screen.
you, on the other hand, were lounged comfortably across the cushions, your body relaxed while your attention remained fixed entirely on megumi. not the television screen, like it usually did.
your legs were draped over his broad shoulders, your clothed cunt pressing against the back of his neck, which created an intimate bridge between the two of you. from where you sat, you had a clear view of his face as the game continued, the shifting light from the television illuminating his features in brief flashes.
his concentration was unmistakable. the slight furrow between his brows, the way his eyes remained locked on the screen, and the faint tension in his jaw as he carefully navigated the game. despite the chaos coming through his headphones, he seemed completely absorbed, barely noticing anything happening around him.
reaching down, you gently threaded your fingers through his dark, spiky hair, idly playing with the strands between your fingertips. your touch remained slow and soothing as you lightly massaged his scalp, working away some of the tension he seemed to be carrying.
for a moment, megumi didn't react. his attention stayed fixed on the game, eyes locked on the screen as his fingers continued moving across the controller. then, almost imperceptibly, he leaned back into your touch, just enough to show that he'd noticed, and appreciated, the quiet gesture.
megumi wasn't entirely lost to the game, though. during the brief intermissions, the loading screens or the quiet moments between rounds, his hands would abandon the controller.
his palms, warm and slightly calloused, would slide up the length of your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh with a firm grip. he would then lean forward, his breath hot against your skin, to press slow, lingering kisses against your inner thighs. each kiss was a deliberate tease, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just inches away from where you were already beginning to ache.
“megsss..” you huffed whenever he leaned back into your thighs, the little whine enough to pull his attention away from the flesh.
his eyes would flutter open and flicker up toward you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment. “what?”
you’d hesitate, suddenly unsure of what you had even wanted to say. after a few quiet seconds, you simply mumbled, “nothing,” under your breath.
your boyfriend would only hummed in response, turning his attention back toward the game as though he hadn't thought much of it.
and the cycle repeated. intense gaming followed by those sudden, searing affection moments, until, finally, the round came to an end. the words “victory royale” appeared across the television screen in bold letters, accompanied by the familiar triumphant scream you could hear from his headphones.
your gaze immediately dropped to the boy in front of you, watching for his reaction.
faintly, you could hear yuji’s voice coming through megumi’s headphones, rambling about how he had to leave after seeing something about jennifer lawrence that apparently required his immediate attention.
megumi only let out a small, amused scoff at whatever yuji had said, shaking his head slightly before muttering a quiet, “bye,” into his microphone. a moment later, the voice on the other end disappeared, leaving the room noticeably quieter.
although he'd finished playing, he made no effort to move his shoulders from beneath your legs. instead, he let out a long, slow exhale, finally relaxing now that the match was over.
his gaze remained fixed on the screen for another moment before he spoke, his voice low and slightly raspy from disuse.
“can i eat you out?"
your eyes widened slightly, the unexpectedness of his words catching you completely off guard. for a moment, you could only stare at him, your mind taking a second to process what he'd just said.
then, you let out a breathless, airy laugh, leaning back into the couch cushions. “again? baby, you already did this morning."
“so?" he countered simply, his tone blunt but laced with a clear, simmering desire.
slowly, he reached up and slid the headphones from his ears, letting them hang loosely around his neck as the sounds of the game faded into the background.
he didn't look at you right away, taking a moment to simply rest against the couch before tilting his head back and angling his face upward, his glossy, heavy-lidded eyes finally meeting yours with a quiet, almost lazy sort of focus.
fuck, the intensity in his gaze was palpable, a hunger that made your stomach flip and your heart race.
“please," he added quietly. the word was barely a whisper, sounding genuinely needy, stripped of his usual stoicism.
the vulnerability in his voice was your undoing. and with a soft moan of surrender, you slid your legs off his shoulders.
"you're lucky you're so cute."
"mmm.. sooo lucky.."
you quickly reached down, sliding your shorts and panties down your legs in one fluid motion and tossing them carelessly to the side.
you maneuvered yourself toward the edge of the couch, sliding forward until your ass was perched precariously on the cushion's brink.
"lean a bit more closer to me.."
you turned around, hovering directly over his face, your cunt exposed and glistening, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat radiating from his body.
"like this?"
you could feel his gaze burning into you, his breath hitching as he looked up at the sight of you trembling just inches above his lips.
“fuck.. yeah— just like that. c'mere.”
as you hovered over him, the scent of your arousal hit him in waves and he wasted no time in reaching up. his large, warm hands clamped firmly onto the backs of your thighs, his grip possessive and steady as he pulled you down just a fraction closer, bridging the final gap.
the moment his mouth connected with your cunt, a sharp jolt shot through your entire body. he didn't start slow; he pressed his face deep into you, his hot breath ghosting over your clit before his tongue made a wide, wet swipe from the bottom of your opening all the way up to the peak of your pleasure.
“hah— riiight there, megs—” you gasped, your fingers digging into the fabric of the couch cushions. your knees already felt weak, trembling under the sheer warmth and precision of his tongue.
he groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through your pelvis.
he began to lap at you with a rhythmic intensity, his tongue swirling around your clit in tight, teasing circles before sliding back down to lick your folds. he was thorough, tasting every inch of you, his tongue flat and firm as he worked to soak you in his saliva.
one of his hands slid from the back of your thigh to hook firmly around the side, pulling your leg wider to give him unfettered access.
he was eating you with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his breaths coming in heavy, ragged huffs against your wet skin.
suddenly, he paused. megumi pulled back just an inch, the cool air hitting your drenched folds for a fleeting second.
"wha— hey! why'd you stop?"
you looked down to see him staring up at you, his eyes blown wide. with his thumb and forefinger, gently but firmly, he grasped your pussy lips and pulled them apart. he wanted to see everything. the way you were glistening, the way your pretty clit was swollen and pulsing for him.
“you're so wet," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that made your toes curl. “am i doing that good? do i make you feel good, pretty?”
“because of you," you whimpered, arching your back. “yes, fuck— you’re such a fast learner! c’mooon, don’t tease me—“
he leaned back in without a second thought, his tongue flicking faster now, focusing entirely on your clit with a relentless motion.
your moans only grew louder, filling the quiet living room, echoing the frantic pace of his tongue. you were hovering on the edge, your hips beginning to buck instinctively against his face.
if anyone were to walk in at this moment, they would see just how helpless and pathetic you looked. hell, even megumi with the way he was gently beginning to hump the air in search of some release.
as you neared the peak, and while his mouth continued to devour your sweet cunt, he slid two of his long, pale fingers toward your entrance.
he teased the opening first, circling the rim of your pussy, making you whine in frustration until he suddenly drove them deep inside you.
“oh my god!” you cried out, your voice carrying through the room as you instinctively reacted. you could feel the faintest hint of a smile against you, the subtle movement making it obvious that he was quietly amused by your reaction.
the combination was overwhelming. the stimulation of his fingers hitting your g-spot from the inside and the wet, suctioning pressure of his mouth on your clit created a sensory overload.
“right there— please don’t fu— hah!— don’t fucking stop! yesyesyes— megs, right there!" you squealed, your voice cracking.
he didn't let up, his fingers curling upward, hooking into you while his tongue worked in a blur of motion.
the tension snapped violently and your internal muscles clamped down hard on his fingers as a massive, pulsing orgasm ripped through you. crying out his name (he swore he almost came in his pants untouched), your body shuddered uncontrollably as you squirted copiously, the hot fluid spraying across his cheeks and chin.
megumi tensed up a little, his fingers still buried deep inside you as he felt the waves of your climax wash over him.
he slowly pulled his face away with a small smooch, blinking as he looked at the wetness coating his skin.
“holy shit," he breathed, his voice laced with genuine shock. he wiped a bit of your moisture from his lip with the back of his hand, staring up at you with a look of pure awe. “i’ve never— i’ve never made you squirt like that before—"
you were still panting, your chest heaving, your body feeling like jelly as you slowly sank back into the couch. you looked down at him, seeing him flushed and drenched in your scent.
“are you sure you haven’t done this before?” you mumbled weakly, a quiet laugh slipping past your lips as you took in his expression. there was something about the look on his face that made it difficult not to tease him, even as your voice remained soft.
as you studied his face, your gaze wandered for a moment, taking in the tired softness of his expression before settling on the dick print in his sweatpants. and his gaze shamelessly followed yours.
“you think i can make you do that on my dick?”
i promise i'm working on something with gachiakuta guys....im just rewatching a bit of it so i don't mess up any details okay.... so this is just a filler fic SORRY I KEEP WRITING SHIT WITH MEGUMI EATING OUT THE READER! he's just a munch okay
Defending Rin from Sae at a family reunion // fluff, suggestive
Sae x F!reader
Family reunions are complicated for most people. The Itoshis weren’t an exception, as everyone knows.
You love Sae’s family, even if your boyfriend has a difficult relationship with every member, but family reunions with them are one of your least favorite things.
Not really because of his parents, who have put way too much pressure on Sae from a very young age or because of Rin, no.
You’re embarrassed how your boyfriend behaves around his little brother. Even after years of not talking to each other frequently, Sae still doesn’t understand that Rin is seriously hurt from his actions and keeps on nagging him, in this cold, autistic Sae-way.
It’s been getting on your nerves since a long while but every time you wanted to talk to Sae about it, he didn’t take you seriously.
‘Rin’s just a teenage mess’,
‘He’ll come to his senses when he turns eighteen’,
‘His hormonal changes are none of my business and whatever emotions he feels aren’t either,’ were usually the explanation for Rin’s homicidal tendencies.
This year for Rin’s birthday, you just couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
After hours and hours of Rin and Sae spitting insults at each other over dinner or extremely uncomfortable silence, you pull Sae into his old childhood bedroom.
The door bangs behind you two, your hand on his collar, pulling him down to you. “Listen up, you trash can of a brother; if you don’t stop being a giant dick to your little brother, I’m gonna put you on a 12 month sex ban. I’m sick and tired of you hurting a child, that obviously idolizes you. You’re an adult and you have to act like one.”
You look and are furious. Seeing Rin getting hurt really does something to you, maybe it’s your maternal instinct, maybe you’re just siding with Rin because you are also frequently a victim of Sae’s untreated stupidness.
Sae is pressed against the wall, your finger in his face, your hand still on his collar.
You expected him to be his usual nonchalant, cold self, but he’s…different. His eyes are big and he looks at you with a mix of anger, awe and…need?
Now that you got your anger out, you realize how close you are and that something hard presses against you…
What a pathetic excuse of a man.
a/n: english isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
n: yes, this is projection. yes, i would defend rin.
for the past three hours, the two of you have been desperate rabbits, fucking each other. unfortunately, you guys couldn’t do it everywhere in the apartment, as after you two fell off the couch and onto the rug (not before he accidentally bumped his head into the coffee table with a thud), you two remained there.
but that didn’t stop a thing! not even when the rug shifted underneath you two, not when denki threw his jeans into his TV, and almost had it topple over, nor when the handjob you gave him made his cum splash onto the couch messily.
now, you’ve been torturing him (thankfully) with your warm, wet pussy, bouncing on his dick, a cream at the ring of his base, a mix of your and his cum. one hand of yours is cupping his jaw loosely as his soft lips are wrapped around two of your fingers, sucking with small flicks of his tongue. your other hand rests on his chest, keeping him pinned to the rug to keep steady.
his pussy-drunk eyes look at you, still moaning around your fingers. the dried tears on his glowy face is so pretty, it makes you want to see him cry again. and again.
while he’s busy rubbing circles on your clit, giving small spurts of shock to your sensitive bud, your hand moves to pinch and twist his nipple—and he lets out a pained moan, and you feel his dick twitch. close again.
he really can’t help it.
“fuck—fuckfuckfuck, baby, m’gonna, ooh!” he moans, muffled around your fingers as his eyebrows furrow at the sounds of your ass meeting the top of his thighs.
he sounds so good like this: fucked out, whiny, and overstimulated. the amount of times he’s cum has to be more than five times, he can guarantee that.
it still feels so good for him, the flashes of sharp pleasure that almost blur into pain making his eyes squeeze hard.
whining like a bitch in heat, his hips pathetically rut up into you while his other hand grasps the fat of your hip desperately. he’s still sucking your fingers, but his eyes are tearing up again, the salty tears falling on your breasts. you can feel his legs shake underneath your bouncing ass.
you let out a pretty whine, legs slightly shaking as he aides as much as he can, pulling you up and down as he slightly hisses around your fingers from the pain and pleasure from your spasming insides.
his cock twitch inside of you again, and you know he’s very close. “cum f’me, denks,” you whine, pulling the two fingers out of his mouth to suck on them yourself to taste his spit, “please, wan’ more of your cum!”
then he cums, but this time it feels different.
it’s not his loud moans—he’s always fucking loud, when you’re drowning the shit out of his cock with your cunt or when he’s teasing—nor is it the way on how his eyebrows pinch with his back arching beneath you.
what’s different is that his quirk doesn’t only activate from his hands.
you gasp as you feel his cum fill you, with warm, dizzing spurts of zaps hitting your g-spot each time.
your pussy is convulsing at the sudden buzz as you cum, head falling on his shoulder. your panting and whining when you realize he’s still not done cumming, and his cum is still gently zapping your insides. your legs try to squeeze, but his hips are right there. you can’t run.
“too much, too much!” you squeal, hips raising to run from the intense pleasure—
only for him to pull you back down, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, the other slapping your puffy clit as splashes of your juices land on his stomach.
when you two finally come down from the intense orgasm, he lets out a pretty panted laugh, the hand rubbing on your back sliding down to send a teasing zap with a swat to your ass, “we should do that again.”
graphic credits to @/saradika-graphics, thank u for reading! please reblog, comment (i will reply back!! im js a wee bit shy sorry), or like, it is appreciated!
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streamer byf ! satoru is the type to keep the facecam on while you’re bent over the desk in front of him, one hand on your hip and the other clicking through chat donations like it’s just another Tuesday. “Yeah I’ll do the ranked climb later,” he says into the mic, voice completely even, then leans forward and pushes into you slow and deep. He mutes for two seconds, mutters “fuck, clamp down like that again,” then unmutes and answers a sub question about his sensitivity settings while his hips keep rolling.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you sit on his face during the loading screens, tongue working slow and deliberate while the queue timer ticks down. Every time the match is about to start he lifts you off just enough to say “one more, don’t come yet,” then goes right back to licking into you like he’s got all the time in the world. When the game finally loads he sets you back in his lap, still dripping, and starts playing with one hand while the other stays between your legs, fingers sliding in and out in time with the fights.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to edge you for an entire three-hour stream, never letting you finish. He keeps a toy inside you on the lowest setting the whole time, remote in his pocket, and every time chat donates he turns it up for a few seconds just to watch you shift in the chair next to him. “You good?” he asks casually. You nod too fast and he smirks, turns the vibe higher, and goes back to explaining the new update like nothing’s happening.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to let you give him head under the desk during collabs, completely straight-faced while he talks to other streamers on Discord. His hand stays in your hair the whole time, guiding you slow, and every time someone asks him a question he answers clearly even as your throat tightens around him. When the call ends he looks down, thumb brushing your bottom lip, and says “swallow,” quiet and calm, with a slight smirk.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to record a private video just for the two of you after a long stream, camera still rolling while he bends you over the same chair. He talks the whole time in that same low voice, telling you exactly how wet you are, how good you take it, how chat would lose their minds if they could see. “Look at the camera,” he says, gripping your hair and tilting your face up. “Wanna see later how pretty you look when you’re full.”
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you edge yourself on camera while he plays, just out of frame. He tells you the rules in that same calm voice he uses for tutorials: “Fingers only. No coming until I say.” Every time you get close he glances over, shakes his head once, and you have to stop. Chat keeps asking why he keeps looking to the side. He just smirks and says “checking something,” then turns the sensitivity of the toy up another notch without ever taking his eyes off the game for long.
᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ Guys I’m obsessed with him in this kind of AU... I wish he were real..anyway hope y’all enjoyed it ??mwahh !
shoko thinks she might hate you. and that’s really unfortunate for her, because the two of you have been like two pees in a pod since you were children. having a childhood best friend is one thing, but it’s another when you’ve been around each other for over twenty years and all of a sudden something’s changed.
she can’t wrap her head around this. you’ve know each other for twenty three years, maybe she’s grown to resent you. no, that can’t be it. you’re the sweetest person she knows, if she was ever going to hate you, it would’ve been years ago, wouldn’t have?
maybe it’s the way you started styling your hair recently. maybe she doesn’t like it. well no, that doesn’t make sense because she was the one to recommend doing it like that.
or perhaps it’s the new style of clothing you’ve gone for. it was a complete one-eighty from what she was used to seeing you in. that can’t be it either because when you went shopping for it all, she was the one taking clothes off the racks for you to try on. hell, she even paid for it.
it could be that she’s just sick of you. it makes sense. the faster heartbeats (obviously caused by annoyance), the way her palms sweat (from the violent urges), the funny feeling in her tummy (could be gas, but it’s most definitely due to the way you smell).
all of these signs lead her to one clear answer, hatred.
so all shoko had to do was avoid you. psshh, easy enough! she could avoid you like the plague easy peasy.
she could go ahead and put right say she hates you, but she thought back to all the memories between the two of you and imagined a soft launch hatred announcement would work.
that was it. she would avoid you until you asked her what was wrong (in that concerned voice of yours that she loves hates), and then boom, shoko would tell you that it wasn’t working out anymore (the friendship obviously!).
hmm.
that would be a good idea, but you share mutual friends. even though she completely hates you now, she wouldn’t want them to avoid you. you didn’t deserve that (but you did because you were evil and she hates you).
instead she could talk to you privately about this new found feeling. she can let you down about the hatred gradually bubbled up inside her.
but wait, she couldn’t do that!
you would obviously be upset and cry about it. the two of you have been friends for twenty three years, she can’t just do it over a cup of coffee and call it a day!
besides, she knows how blunt she could be. maybe she’ll practice speaking softly for you.
huh, that’s odd.
she tried practicing and now she’s crying. that’s weird. all she saw in the mirror was you upset and now she’s crying.
she understands it now.
she’s an empath. the idea of you crying, would obviously make her cry.
so scratch that idea. she needs to get you out of her life either of you crying. what if she lost every ones contacts, moved to a different country, and made a new life for herself.
that was the idea she like the most, besides the fact being physically far from you would make her sick. but she would only be sick because obviously the nostalgia would get to her, duh.
where would she leave to? maybe the philippines, thailand perhaps?
wait a minute.
she has exactly ¥10,248 in her account. without a set job in either country, how was she supposed to stably support herself?
ok, no moving to a different country.
uh oh.
you’re calling her right now? in her moment of distress? she could decline it, but then it would hurt your feelings so no way. but if she accepts it, then she has to talk to someone she loathes (allegedly). ignoring it would be best.
so why in the world did she pick up the phone?!
you want to go out to dinner later at a new restaurant that just opened up? well of course she’s going to say yes. for the food only of course, she supposes she’ll have to deal with you. her new mortal enemy.
she decides to start getting ready three hours ahead. why? obviously to look good for herself, and not you. it’s weird though, she had never thought to dress up to any of the other dates hang outs, so what makes this special?
ahhh, she knows. it’s the last one, of course she’ll go all out!
arriving at the restaurant, she already saw you sitting down at a table. placed on middle of the table was a candle and small bouquet of flowers. besides the table sat a small bottle of wine in ice.
of course you look gorgeous dressed up. maybe you subconsciously knew this was the last time you would ever be out together like this.
you stood up and greeted her with, a hug and peck on the cheek?
you knew those kinds of greetings were popular, just not really in japan. ahhh, you must’ve also known that shoko planned to leave but then back out.
the dinner was lovely, the food was fresh, wine was fruity, the talk was memorable- no wait, you’re supposed to be her enemy. so why is she enjoying the night with you?
you offer to walk her to the car, how kind.
but the craziest thing happened, after you said your goodbyes for the night forever, you kissed her! not on the cheek this time!
on her lips!
you didn’t even looked phased in the slightest, you just smiled and walked to your own car.
that night, she couldn’t sleep. all she could think about was your lips on hers and how nice they felt. and she wanted it to happen again.
wait no she didn’t! she wasn’t into girls! well she wasn’t really into guys either, actually, she doesn’t think she’s ever felt anything romantic for a guy. when she sees a good looking guy, she can appreciate it, but she doesn’t fawn.
she just hasn’t found the right guy yet.
right?
she would just confront you about it tomorrow. there goes her plan for ignoring you after tonight.
the next morning, she feels dead inside. all night all she could think about was you.
she calls you with a mission, asked why you kissed her.
but when she asks, all you do is, laugh?
wait a minute, what do you mean you thought the two of you were dating for the past two years?!
she thinks back to the last two years, they were exceptionally good. but also the last two years you had been awfully clingy. hanging around her almost twenty-four seven.
you also would buy her things, like flowers and nice dinners. but that’s doesn’t make any sense! she asks you why you would possibly think that the two of you were dating.
the story you bring up is familiar. she had admitted to you that as a twenty five year old, she’d never had her first kiss. the two of you joked about it before she asked if you wanted to be her first kiss.
but that didn’t mean anything! the two of you were super close, so being her first kiss was no big deal!
ok so maybe she admitted to you how much she liked the kiss, but you were a good kisser so that wasn’t her fault.
wait a minute, you asked her out after that?!
no, no, no. she definitely would’ve remembered that. she also would’ve remembered saying yes. ok so what if she got a little distracted after the kiss and could only think about doing it again. i mean yeah she blacked out for a second and all she could remember doing when she came back was agreeing with whatever you said.
ah.
she must’ve agreed to go out with you.
but why didn’t the two of you kiss more often if you thought the two of you were dating?!
ahhhh.
she did say that being touched made her uncomfortable, but you should’ve known you were the exception!
Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, rescue, biting, size difference, frat boy Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative, popular reader, both are same level.
Summary : frat boy Gojo x popular reader. After completing the school the most popular Gojo Satoru took admission in a university where also another person has taken admission. She's as popular as him but they haven't seen each other ever. So what happened next....?
( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
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3rd person pov
The university campus buzzed with life long before the first lecture had even started. A black sports car rolled through the university gates, immediately turning more than a few heads. The driver's door opened. Out stepped Gojo Satoru. Six-foot-three. White hair. Designer sunglasses.
"...He's so handsome."
"Isn't that Gojo?"
"I heard he's from Tokyo."
"My friend said he's ridiculously rich."
Gojo barely acknowledged the whispers. He was used to them. Girls stared. Guys either wanted to be him or beat him. Nothing new. His phone buzzed.
Suguru: Where are you?
Gojo: Saving the university by arriving.
He walked inside the campus. And heard people say something that caught his attention. "Yes that girl....yes yes y/n. She took admission here. Yk she's hot! Like.... you'll see when she comes" some guy said. "Yeah dude totally. I've seen her. She's fine af. And yk what? She plays guys a lot what I know" another says. A popular girl? Plays guys?.... Who cares. Satoru have had too many girls in his bed too.... what's so special? And nobody has ever reached his level of popularity. Girls comes to his frat parties and would act like they've seen heaven even if he posts a story and their face is seen in that picture. So basically Gojo doesn't care who's coming who's going.
Walking through the hallway Sukuna joined him. "Damn you late too?" He said. Gojo nodded. "You gonna practice basketball after today right?" Sukuna asked. "Yuppp" Gojo replied. "Thought you gonna go eat mochi instead" Sukuna joked. "Ok that was one time" Gojo defended. "Yeah yeah.... whatever you say" Sukuna laughed and they both reached at their classroom. They joined Geto who was talking to Shoko. "You two came too early" Geto mocked. "Hahahaha so funny Suguru! You want me to get in your bed?" Gojo said rolling his eyes. Then by the other students expression Gojo understood someone came in the class. He turned his head to see.
You walk in the room. Busy in your phone. You heard everyone talking about you. But you ignored them just like Gojo. You're familiar with that attention too. So you don't care what anyone is even saying. Gojo just stared at you. When he heard the gossip yes he expected someone good looking... But he didn't expect you to be that hot....too hot that making Gojo Satoru stare. So The Fuckboy Gojo has a type now. But he didn't let his friends catch he's staring. Gojo got dragged out of his thoughts when he saw Shoko walking to her.
"hey, you didn't tell me you took admission in here?" Shoko said. "Oh you too? I didn't even know you were here too" you replied her. "Okay I'll catch you after, ok?" Shoko said. "Yeah ok. Atleast I've got someone I know here" you replied. You both laughed. Then shoko walked back to her friend group. "You know her?" Gojo asked. "Oh?" Shoko raised an eyebrow. "What 'oh'?" Gojo frowned. "You've never asked me about another girl before." Shoko said. "I asked because you literally walked up to her. And because you are my friend and I've never seen her so I'm shocked" Gojo replied. "Ok ok yeah she's my friend." Shoko replied. "Really? I've never seen you post pictures with her?" Gojo asked. "I do. You just barely watch anyone's stories" shoko replied rolling her eyes. "She's hot" Sukuna complemented.
The class went on. After lecture ended Shoko met you outside. She promised you she'll walk back with you. Since you two haven't met for months. "So, where are you staying?" Shoko asked. "I'll be staying in the droom room" you replied. "Me too" shoko replied. "Well so I have a partner to come to the campus with" I said. We both chuckled.
Next day. Y/n's pov
We walked in the campus. Me and Shoko were walking through the hallway. The shoko stopped. "Literally oneday and you started flirting around?" Shoko said. I looked up from my phone to see who she's talking to. I saw a Man with white hair tall standing in the hallway leaning against the wall talking with some girls. The guy turned to Shoko. "It's called talking" he told Shoko. "You're literally flirting with her." Shoko said. "Me? Flirting?" Gojo placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "Yes!" Shoko replied. "I'm just being friendly." Gojo said. "Yeah to make them crawl in your bed?" Shoko snorted. "All girls die to get in my bed... Not my fault" he smirked.
That made me look up from my phone again. Oh. So he's that narcissistic kind of guy huh? Hmm. He looked at me with that smirk. "Anyways I'm going to the classroom" shoko said and we both walked to our class. I've had heard about Gojo before. Never seen him but heard of him. The fratboy. How he fucks around..... Well kind of just like me. But he has an huge ego I can tell. And I'd love to break that ego if I get a chance. I love to give reality check to guys who have an ass personality.... Anyways....
"Don't tell me you're already judging him," Shoko said. "Who?" I glanced at her. "Gojo" she replied. "For fucking around? I do the same" I replied. "You don't think he's annoying?" She asked. "He's definitely annoying." I shrugged. "Thank you." She said. We both laughed. "By the way," Shoko said. "Hm?" I looked at her. "You know he's probably going to try flirting with you now." She sighed. I laughed. "Watch me break him then" I winked at her. "Oh, this is going to be entertaining." Shoko laughed.
A week passed. A guy from our campus already threw a party today. But who am I to say no two a party? When I might end up with a good sex there? So obviously I went to that party. Wearing a tank top and a mini skirt. I grabbed my phone and walked out. Shoko said she'll meet me at the party directly because she has to go with her other friends. The party was being held at one of the frat guy's house. I walked in and straight went for drink. Taking the drink "hey..." I heard someone beside me. I turned to my right. It's the guy who's throwing the party. "Hey" I smiled back. "Didn't expect you'll really come" he said with a smirk. "Could have invited me before too...it wasn't like I only used to go to the parties of the people my school only" I replied. "Oh? My fault then....but since we're in same college I've got more chances then?" He winked. "Sure" I smirked back.
"so you wanna join us for a game?" He asked pointing at the couch. I looked at the couch. People sitting there. One face so obviously recognisable. Gojo. Sitting there with his friends. One girl on his lap, two girls drolling over his bicep. "Spin the bottle" the guy said again. "Sure" I said taking a sip of my drink. He walked me to the couch. "Look who's joining us for the game" he announced in a celebriting way. Some girls smiled at me. I smiled back. Shoko was there. I sat on the couch. Gojo was sitting across from me, sprawled comfortably against the couch with one arm resting along the back. The girl who had been sitting on his lap earlier had moved away. His sunglasses were gone now, revealing those striking blue eyes I'd only seen properly for the first time today. But I've noticed he was looking at me since the guy announced.
3rd person pov
"Do I have something on my face?" You asked finally. "No." Gojo's lips curved. "Then?" I asked. "Just looking." He replied. "Try blinking occasionally." I replied back. Sukuna snorted. Gojo's smile widened. "Oh, you're funny." He said tilting his head. "I know." You replied. "Confident too." He said. "I know that too." You said. "That's dangerous." He replied. "For who?" You asked. That earned a collective "OHHHH!" And he did not look satisfied. Because he's used to have girls thorw themselves at him. And he's not liking you're not doing the same. Especially when he thinks you're hot. “Guess we'll find out.” Gojo said. Y/n took another sip of her drink. “Maybe.”
The bottle spinned. Got many rounds. Kissing and making out with each other. Then this round the bottle stopped again. One end pointing at you the other one Geto. Geto smiled at you tilting his head. You walked up to him. "Well atleast got someone handsome" you winked letting yourself sit on his lap. "That's my pleasure" Geto replied. You pulled by his shirt into a kiss. Geto's hand wrapped around you pulling you into a deeper kiss. "Would you like to ignore the party and go to upstairs?" You whispered in his ear. "Oh I'd love to" geto replied smirking, picking you up in a bridal style and carrying you upstairs.
Gojo excused himself from the party too. What else he was supposed to do? Stay there knowing his bestfriend was banging his crush upstairs?.... wait did he say crush? "I don't like her. I just want her attention." "Okay, maybe I like her." "Fuck. I actually like her."...ok it doesn't matter right? Like accepting only to himself won't ruin his reputation.... He told himself. God he wanted you....he wanted you just like he can get any women he looks at. Why is it Geto and not him? He should be the one to get his bed warmed by you. He can do more that his bestfriendos doing. And that attitude you showed him? Nobody ever did. Oh he wanted you under him scratching his back while he fucks you so hard that you don't know if you should beg for more or less.... Oh he's so jealous but he won't accept it. Nope.... He's not letting his 10000000ft ego fall that easily.
That night passed but Gojo didn't let anyone know what he was feeling. There was one week vacation. He was so bored in his house. So one night he randomly stalked you on instagram. It wasn't hard for him to find your account. Because you were Shoko's friend. So he found you easily from her following. He scrolled through every pictures. How good you look in every. But he couldn't stop himself from staring at that bikini pics. Oh he loves how he can see your ass. How can he not imagine that ass rubbing on his crotch... teasing him. He didn't realise he was rubbing himself through his pants.
He's so fucked. He doesn't know what got him. But he followed you. He knows there are ppl who'll obviously see he's following you on instagram and if you don't follow him back he doesn't know how would he able to show his face to anyone again. He doesn't want ppl to see him as someone pathetic that's his only fear. But he took the risk. He tossed his phone aside. Maybe you're busy right now and you'll see it later.
A few moment later he got a notification. He grabbed the phone. It wasn't you. It was Sukuna.
Sukuna: You followed Y/n?
Gojo stared at the message. Then another appeared.
Sukuna: 💀
Gojo: Mind your business.
Three dots appeared.
Sukuna: You never follow girls.
Gojo: She's different.
Gojo froze. He stared at what he'd typed.
Gojo: She's Shoko's friend.
Then a notification popped on top of his screen.
Y/n followed you back.
He was waiting for this notification. Thank god you didn't ruin his ego to dust. "I bought some– why are you smiling at your phone?" Geto asked entering Gojo's room. Gojo's head snapped up. Gojo immediately turned his phone facedown. "Nothing" he said. Geto let himself fall on the bed. "Who messaged you?" Geto asked. "Nobody." Gojo replied. "Then why did you immediately turn your phone over when I walked in?" Geto asked back. Gojo didn't reply. Then finally spoke. "Ok but you won't tell anyone?" Gojo said. "I won't" geto replied. "So......I kinda...... Like y/n" Gojo managed to say. The room went silent.
"what?!" Geto finally asked. Gojo just stared. "Oh my God, Satoru... couldn't you just tell me this earlier?! Now I've a guilty that I've fucked my bestfriend's crush" Geto groaned. "What was I supposed to do?! Tell 'suguru don't go fuck her because I like her' infront of everyone?" Gojo replied back. "A warning text, Satoru! A look! Literally anything before I carried her up the stairs would have worked! Do you have any idea how weird this is now?" Geto said. "Don't feel guilty. I didn't know I liked her then" Gojo said. "....that makes me feel a little better" Geto sighed.
The next week he went to the campus. And everyone is talking about how the campus's biggest Fuckboy and the biggest Playgirl is following each other on social media. They're batting on if you two have already hooked up or gonna hookup. He ignored what ppl sayin and went to the classroom. He noticed you were already there. Sitting and looking at your phone. He went to the seat beside you. "Is this taken?" He asked. "Nope" you smiled. He sat beside you. "So..." Gojo spoke "I'm throwing a party next week.... You should come" Gojo said. "I'd love to" you said leaning towards him. "My pleasure" Gojo smirked. You leaned in more. Face inches away from his neck. "I like your perfume" you said. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips then your cleavage then back to your eyes again. "Yeah?" He smirked.
Next week at the party. Y/n's pov
I went to the party wearing the slutiest dress I had. I smoothed down the fabric of my dress....a skin-tight, charcoal-black cut-out dress that hugged every single curve, plunging dangerously low in the front and ending mid-thigh. I had reasons... "Looking good," Geto complimented as I Walked to the drink counter. "I try," I hummed, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "Where's our host?" I asked. He looked back and whistled. "Satoru" he shouted. Gojo didn't need to tell why was Suguru calling for him when he saw me. And walked over. "Look who actually showed up," Gojo drawled. "Thought you're gonna be the one greeting me first tonight" I said taking a sip. "I'll excuse myself" Geto said and walked away. "I owe you an apology then" Gojo said leaning against the counter. "A big one" I replied.
"oh really?" He purred in my ear. Eyeing my body up and down. He licked his lips before giving that smirk again. I turned to him. Brushed my hand over his chest. Oh he's heart was racing how much he's trying to cover that up with that smirk. "You're looking good tonight" I whispered. His smirk widened, leaned in closer. His face inches away from mine. "But I have to go find some entertainment" I said and pushed myself off to walk away. But suddenly his palm pressed against my stomach and pushed me back, my back pressing against the counter. "Stop doing that, y/n" he whispered in clear words. No smirk on his face anymore. I stared at him.
"doing what?" I asked. "Hooking up with other guys" he replied. "You hook up with girls too.... I don't know what's the problem here?" I said. He gave me a tight smile. "You know damn well what you're doing.... Stop playing with me... You know what games are you playing with me.... You're not so innocent kind of girl.... and you know damn well what it's doing to me" He said. "Maybe grow some courage and try to ask me" I replied. "Suguru didn't have to ask you? You asked him instead?" He said. "He doesn't have a ego of 'I can get anything and anyone I want'" I replied. He stared at me. "You're scared to crush your ego, scared that it might make you look pathetic infront of your frat boys" I said. "Then stop making me look so pathetic" he whispered back. He sighed. "Y/n L/n. Would you like to go to my room with me?" He asked finally. "Look it wasn't that hard.... and yes" I replied.
Just a moment I saw his smirk returning his face, he threw me over his shoulder carrying me. Walking to his room, winking and Sukuna and Geto on the way. Then shut the door close and threw me on the bed. The mattress bounced beneath me. He stood infront of the bed. Threw off his hat, then took off his tshirt. "Since you've already made me look pathetic infront of everyone.... I should make it worth for me too, huh?" He smirked as he climbed over me kissing me wildly. His hands weren't soft....rough against the fabric of my dress as he pinned my wrists above my head with a single hand. He was kissing me like he was taking revenge of every single untold battle that was going on between us all these days.
Can't complain tho.... I did make him suffer a bit. He deserves a reward. He let go off the kiss to take off my dress. Which didn't took him much time to do. I was about to tease him again but his mouth on my breasts made me silent. A whimper left my mouth. I grabbed on his hair. Fuck...his mouth is too good. Sucking, twisting, biting on my nipples. Satoru chuckled against my skin, the low vibration sending through down my spine. "Thought you were going to tease me some more," he murmured. "Just... waiting for you to actually do something worth talking about." I managed to reply. He smirked as he sat up. "Oh baby, go on.... Tease me more like that.... I'll fuck you hard as much as your teasings" he said pulling down his sweatpants as pulled down my panties too. He positioned himself to my cunt. "You ok with raw?" He asked. I nodded.
He thrust straight into me in one smooth motion, burying his entire length deep inside my heat. I cried out scratching his back. I didn't notice his size before be put it in. But it's too big I can feel. He pulled it out all the way and pushed back again. "F-Fuck, Satoru—" I gasped. "Huh? What was that? Finally getting something worth talking about?" He whispered with a grin as he started thrusting faster. The room filled with the rhythmic, heavy thuds of his hips slamming against mine, the wet slapping sounds....the headboard cracking against the wall in a unrelenting pace. Gojo didn't give me any second to catch my breath. Every single thrust was deep.... stretching me so good that stars danced behind my closed eyelids. His hand came down to trap both of my hands above my head again.
"Look at you," Gojo growled. "All that big talk in the hallway... calling me annoying... acting like I was just another guy you could walk all over." He didn't slow down for even a fraction of a second. He was enjoying my messed up situation. I gasped, my head rolling back into the pillows as a intense wave of pleasure shot straight up my spine. "Yes.... f-fuck....ummmm right there" I moaned as he hit my gspot. "Yeah?" He said as he thrusted harder. My nails digging into his back. Screamed his name. I was too close. He kept fucking me harder and faster. My toes curled as I reached my climex. Fuck it felt so good.
His thrusts were getting sloppier so I knew he's close. "You're so tight....fuck so warm" he groaned fucking faster and faster. My walls squeezed around him. His cock pulsed inside me as it released it's heavy load. Gojo collapsed forward, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he let out a long, shuddering exhale. "Fuck....so good" he breathed out. He pulled out. But I was already drunk and fucked up to care about the party downstairs.... I passed out there. Gojo didn't go out either, he stayed there.
The next morning. 3rd person pov
Geto knocked. "What?" Gojo groaned. "So, I see the ego survived." Geto murmured. "Shut up and throw me a hoodie," Gojo hissed in a low voice, cautious not to wake you up. Geto smirked, tossing a oversized grey hoodie. "Sukuna owes me fifty bucks. He swore you'd end up kicked out of your own bed by midnight." He said. "Tell him to double it," Gojo replied a slow smirk spreading across his face as he wore the hoodie. Geto walked out. You stirred, letting out a soft, low sigh as you slowly opened your eyes. You sat up slightly, pulling the bedsheet up to cover your chest, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you looked at him. He was wearing his pants. "Morning," you murmured, "You always let girls stay after fuck, or am I getting special treatment?" You said.
"what do you think after making me beg to have your permission to fuck you?" He asked. You almost laughed. "I'm going out to buy some foods for breakfast.... wait here?" He asked. You nodded and pouted. He gave you a kiss and left. You lay down going through your phone. Gojo was at his favourite mochi place with Geto. When he got a notification on his phone.
Y/n mentioned you in their story
He opened it only to find a pic of his scratched back while he's sleeping. His face wasn't showing in it. He smirked as he reshared it on his story. Ofcourse he needed everyone to know you're his now.
