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[lotuseye]

hmm, i’m thinking about swimmer! satoru going to the olympics. >:D

gn! reader, smut, minors and ageless blocks do not interact!

swimmer! satoru who is super excited to go to paris for the olympics. he’s always locked up at the swimming pool and gym in japan, doing laps and training with suguru.

swimmer! satoru who is obviously there to win, but does he really need to take it that seriously? he’s the best in his field, no one even comes close to his time. so can it hurt if he has a little fun while he’s there?

swimmer! satoru who plans on trying out as many athletes as possible. he’s in the best shape of his life and it’s not often he gets to let loose like this! he even has an unofficial bet with suguru (who pretends to be above it, but still can’t help it if he indulges slightly) about who can get with the most athletes.

swimmer! satoru who’s done for as soon as you end up in his bed. a pretty, little rising star in the athlete world. who knew you were so soft and tight, your warm walls practically milking his cock.

swimmer! satoru who doesn’t want to fuck any other athletes now. he always ends up by your door at the end of the night, knocking till you open, before immediately kissing you and closing the door behind him with his foot.

swimmer! satoru who whines into your neck, telling you how good you are, how he’s never felt anything like your soft body. who has to bite down his lip, his brows furrowed as he sinks into you, desperately trying not to cum immediately.

swimmer! satoru who not only wins competition after competition but also wins the public's hearts. every article is about him, there are countless edits and pictures with thousands of likes.

swimmer! satoru who only has eyes for you. immediately going to find you and excitedly announcing that he’s won again. (you already knew, you watched the competition on your phone.) before claiming that he deserves an award and shoving you into the nearest changing room to bury his face between your legs.

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americans what happened y'all :/

[lotuseye]

hot take maaaybe but imo the core tragedy of satoru is that he’s not a god, he’s literally just a normal guy who got godhood pushed onto him by other people . a god would be able to handle eternal solitude no problem but satoru isn’t one so he suffers for it

[lotuseye]

𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 | SATORU GOJO, SUKUNA RYOMEN

part of my kinktober | masterlist

your sweet sweet boyfriend just wants you to feel good... or does he just want to watch you feel good?

pairing: satoru gojo x fem! reader x sukuna ryomen contents: cuckolding, degradation, established relationship between sukuna and reader, technically no spoilers but i make up my own ending to jjk so read at your own risk, threesome, p in v, anal, creampie, petnames (princess, baby), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, it's mostly just sukuna and satoru who degrade each other, gay things happen wordcount: 2.1k

You’ve gone starry-eyed a while ago. Big round eyes, and your mouth slightly agape as you look up at him with tear-stained cheeks, little gasps leaving you whenever he bottoms out and his leaky tip nudges your cervix. Satoru Gojo’s got you in a mating press. A mean one at that, big hands digging into the back of your thighs and making it hard for you to breathe while your feet dig into his back. 

Your breath hitches, and Satoru chuckles. 

“Breathe, baby, breathe,” he says against your lips, placing a peck there before he pulls away and grins at the man sitting mere feet away from you. 

Your boyfriend, Sukuna Ryomen, is fuming. He glares daggers at Satoru, who only returns it with a satisfied smile. He’s utterly pussy drunk and completely unable to sense the incoming danger as he drags his cock in and out of your sensitive walls, making you mewl with each thrust. Sweat makes his bangs cling to his forehead, and pink dusts his cheeks. He looks like a god. You’d be enamoured if it didn’t feel like he was trying to carve himself a place inside of you. 

You’re delirious. Satoru started out by fingering you nice and slow, then he ate you out for what felt like hours, till you were trembling and begging for mercy. And now you’re being split open on his cock, his pelvis mean against your thighs as he makes you see stars. 

What’s even more surprising to you is Sukuna. The curse has been sitting unbelievably pliant in the chair Satoru sat out for him, his hands spread out on his thighs, refusing to touch the bulge in his pants. Red eyes glare daggers into the sorcerer above you, though every time he looks at you, his gaze seems to soften. If that’s even possible. 

It’s been three years. Three years since this thing started, three years since Yuji convinced Sukuna to start over and try to live a normal life. Whatever that is. 

You and Satoru were tasked to help teach him the ropes of things. Moreso, Satoru was chosen to make sure Sukuna didn’t decide to go on a murder rampage again, and you were chosen to show him more normal things. Like empathy. And how to order coffee without threatening to murder the cashier. 

You didn’t mean to fall in love with him. And you’d never thought that Sukuna could love you back. Except he did; in fact, you’ve come to find that Sukuna loves with his whole being. It’s almost like being swallowed up by him. Suddenly he’s everywhere, always with a big tattooed hand on the small of your back or with his giant shadow looming behind you. 

You never thought he’d agree to share. 

But Satoru Gojo is a charmer. And he always gets what he wants. 

“Should I show you how to fuck your girl?” 

It was a stupid suggestion. You expected Sukuna to try to murder Satoru or at least blast him out of the building. Maybe it’s some sort of remaining insecurity that made him agree; maybe it’s the knowledge that even if he spends the next thousand years working for Jujutsu Society, it might never be quite enough to repent. 

“Do you want to?” 

“I’d do anything for you.” 

Nevertheless, you’re here. And you’re fucked out of your mind. Sukuna’s cock might be thick, but Satoru’s is long. So fucking long, it feels like he’s in your throat. You can hardly keep your eyes focused on anything, not with the way they keep rolling to the back of your head nor the way they're filled with tears. 

It’s too damn good. 

Your legs are jelly, and your cunt is spent, filled to the brim with cock and cum. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed, whether it’s by Satoru’s fingers, tongue, or dick, and all you feel is ecstasy. 

“Fuck, you’re tight." Satoru’s voice is whiny, and he bites his lower lip to stop himself from moaning too loud. “Does she always get like this?” he asks, glancing at your boyfriend. Sukuna scowls and his hands dig further into his thighs. 

You do get like this with him too. You’re such a sweet, sensitive thing, always reactive to his touches. But there is something different about you when you’re with Gojo. Maybe it’s the way he leans down and whispers sweet nothings into your ear; maybe it’s the way he calls you his good girl. Sukuna loathes the way the words spill so easily from Gojo’s lips, like honey and cider. 

Sukuna isn’t a talker. 

Satoru huffs and turns your head to the side so you can look at your boyfriend. 

“Tell me, princess, does your boyfriend not fuck you properly?” 

“He does,” you gasp, and the corners of Sukuna’s lips twitch upwards. “He’s so good, always so good,” your voice cracks and Satoru frowns. He leans down, pressing his sweaty body against yours; his hips grow meaner. Satisfaction fills him when he feels your nails rake down his back, creating red marks, and he hums at the way your cunt tightens around him. 

“Gonna come again?” He huffs, and you cry out. 

“Yes, fuck, ‘m gonna come, so close, please–”

You’re so sweet. Satoru can’t not give you what you want. But he still looks at Sukuna. 

“What do you think? Think she deserves to come?”

Sukuna grunts and Satoru slows his pace in retaliation, his cock dragging torturously slow making you pout at the collective punishment.

“Come on, big guy. Don’t you wanna see your girl come on another man’s cock? I’m here to show you how to do it, right?”

Sukuna scowls. 

“Don’t push your luck, sorcerer,” he replies, and you mewl, while you reach for him with a shaky hand.

“Please, Kuna, wanna come so bad,” you say, and Sukuna sighs. His cock hurts in the confinement of his pants. He’s spoilt you too much, clearly, because you’ve come so many times already, and yet you still want more. 

More, more, more.

“Yeah, Kuna,” the nickname rolls off Gojo’s tongue, and Sukuna can’t tell if he’s being mocked. “Don’t leave her hanging.” 

The sight is like something out of a painting. You and Gojo on the bed you usually share with Sukuna, with your trembling hand reaching towards him while Gojo is on top of you.

Sukuna realises he needs to show Gojo just how good he fucks you.

Which is why he stands up from his appointed cuck-chair and slips off his boxers and shirt quickly. His red, hard cock slaps against his stomach, and you’re not sure if it’s you or Satoru who gasps. It’s all too quick for you to comprehend, because suddenly your boyfriend is behind Satoru, and Satoru’s mouth falls agape, as the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard slips from his tongue and his back arches into you. 

You blink at your boyfriend as he leans over Satoru’s shaking body and kisses you, claiming you, and swallowing up your moans as Satoru buries his face in the crook of your neck. His cock is pushed further into you, and you realise that Sukuna is fucking Satoru from behind. 

When you pull away for air, Sukuna kisses your jaw before pressing a kiss to Satoru’s shoulder in a surprising moment of tenderness.

“Should I show you how I fuck her?” he asks, red pupils trained on you, though he’s speaking like you’re hardly even there. “I bet you can’t take it. You’ll probably become a pathetic mess within minutes.”

Satoru moans, and it’s something straight out of a porn. 

“God, you’re such a fucking whore, Gojo,” Sukuna says. “So desperate for attention. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been eyeing me, eyeing both of us for years.” 

Sukuna’s hips start moving, thrusting into Satoru and effectively causing Satoru to fuck you too. You feel Satoru’s arms wrap around you as he clings to you, and you run your fingers through his sweaty hair, tracing your nails along his undercut. 

Satoru thinks he might be in heaven on earth. The sting of Sukuna fucking him from behind hurts, but it hurts so good, and the soothing warmth of your wet cunt only makes it ten times better. He’s overstimulated beyond belief, and he thinks he might explode soon. 

“You’re doing so good, Toru,” you mutter, kissing the side of his head. “Taking it so well,”

Satoru whines, and you feel him twitch inside of you. Sukuna groans as well, and you lock eyes as the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin. 

“I wonder how long you’ve been fantasising about this, huh?” Sukuna says, and his hips grow meaner, causing Satoru’s cock to reach deeper. You can feel the impending orgasm as well, and you send your boyfriend the most cock drunk smile, your eyes half-lidded and your face covered in a light sheen of sweat. Sukuna thinks you look perfect. “You’re so desperate it reeks of you.”

Satoru is gone. You can feel his teeth dig into your neck as he tries to muffle the sounds being ripped from his throat with each push of Sukuna’s hips. His cock twitches and leaks.

“You gonna come, baby?” you ask, and you can feel him nod against you before he licks the new bitemark on your skin in apology. 

You’re not sure how the tables turned this quickly, how it went from Satoru being in complete control while you were a mess underneath him to you coddling and coaxing an orgasm out of him while he's the one that's fucked beyond belief. You suppose that’s the effect Sukuna has on people. 

“You’re not coming before my girl has,” Sukuna bites out. He pulls Satoru’s ass cheeks apart and leans back to watch his cock disappear in and out, groaning at the sight. “Selfish fucking loser,” he adds, and you feel tears wetting your skin as Satoru cranes his neck to look back at Sukuna.

“Please,” he stutters, and Sukuna throws his head back, laughing. 

You’re close. Sukuna can tell by the way your brows furrow and how your lips twist into a pout. He can feel the coil in his stomach too, so close to snapping. It feels like Satoru is trying to milk him for everything he’s got, and it feels so good to have the strongest below him like this, to watch the way his body curls into his girlfriend’s as he’s reduced to nothing but sweet pleas of release. 

“Please, please, please.” It’s a mantra, a prayer, and Sukuna sighs, leaning down and sandwiching Gojo between the two of you once again. 

“Go on then,” the tip of his cockhead presses against Satoru’s prostate, and he cries out, immediately coming once he has permission, filling you up with ropes of cum. You tumble over the edge soon after and grip Sukuna’s hair, pulling him in for a messy kiss as your cunt spasms around Satoru and your toes curl. 

White dots prickle behind your eyelids, and your hips buck uselessly, though Sukuna isn’t quite done yet, continuing to fuck you both into overstimulation, ignoring your cries as he chases his own orgasm.

You think you hear a little whine from your boyfriend as his hips stutter and he pulls out, coming all over Satoru’s back. 

Satoru has long since collapsed on top of you, and he lets you lie like that as he shuffles into the bathroom, quickly cleaning himself before grabbing two towels. He quickly cleans Gojo before pushing him off you and you giggle when he leans down and kisses your nose while cleaning you up.

Your cunt is still twitching with the aftershocks, pushing out globs of cum, and Sukuna watches, licking his lips before you close your thighs. 

“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no,” you say, and Sukuna sighs before forcing your thighs open and cleaning you as much as possible. He kisses your cheeks and praises you, and you shuffle under the covers of your bed. Every limb in your body is heavy, and your mind is cloudy. 

Satoru has collected himself in the meantime and stands up, grabbing his uniform. 

He hardly looks at you or Sukuna, and your boyfriend rolls his eyes, walking over to his closet and throwing a pair of boxers at Satoru before slipping on a pair himself. 

Satoru stops in his tracks and stares, not knowing what to do. 

“What?” Sukuna asks before stalking over to your bed and slipping underneath the covers, spooning your spent body.

“Put them on and join us, you fucking idiot.” 

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[lotuseye]

[lotuseye]

okay but why am i thinking about a plug! connie springer fic. why.

[lotuseye]

it’s staring at me!!!!!

ac: _3aem

[lotuseye]

this gojo fanart changed the way i look at life

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staring at my drafts and trying to summon braincells to complete em cause god knows i dont have any

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contents: choso x fem!reader, smut, minors do not interact, toys, multiple orgasms, p in v, overstimulation, creampies, pet names (my girl, pretty girl, baby), he calls you ma'am once

Can’t stop thinking about Roommate! Choso walking in on you while you’re using your vibrator. How he would freeze in the doorway, staring at you, sprawled on your bed, in shock. Mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, throat dry. 

All blood rushes straight from his head to his cock, making him lightheaded as you scramble to turn off your vibrator and cover yourself. 

Maybe you’re tired of not being able to get off; maybe you’re sick of using the vibrator on yourself to get mediocre orgasms, so you invite him in, asking him to help you, right as he’s turning on his heel, mumbling out an half-assed apology, planning to run off to his room and rub himself dumb to the image of your naked form. 

When you ask so nicely, so sweetly, “Please help me, Cho,” he’s rendered defenceless to your spell. Stalking over to your bed, looming over you, before you grab his hand and pull him in with you. And Choso lets himself get pulled; lets you show him the different settings on the vibrator, letting him bring the wand to your sensitive clit and handing him the control of your pleasure. 

And Choso proves himself to be a natural. Starting at a low setting until you’re a whiny, dripping mess, before turning it up just a bit. He focuses the toy on your clit, before moving down to your entrance, gathering your dripping slick, and moving back up again. Within minutes, you can feel the buildup of an orgasm in your stomach, and you breathily moan into the air, running your fingers through Choso’s dark locks and looking at him with such desperation that it makes Choso dizzy. 

What’s even worse is his filthy fucking mouth. Cooing at you, calling you his pretty girl. “How much do you wanna come, baby?” he asks, and you whine, pulling at his hair. 

“So bad, Cho, please make me come,” you reply, and your roommate hums, turning the setting higher on the vibrator. The sensation makes you jolt, and your hips instinctively try to squirm away from the brain-melting pleasure as you feel your thoughts muddle together and coherent sentences being replaced with Choso, Choso, Choso. 

Choso tsks, pulling you back towards him and keeping you still with a firm hand on your hip.

“You say you want it, but you’re running away from it,” he says, and you’d think he was scolding you if it wasn’t for the way he looks at you with pure adoration in his eyes, soft and sparkling compared to his otherwise intimidating look. You pout, wrapping your shaky arms around his neck and pulling him in till your lips are almost connecting. 

“I’m sorry, Cho,” your voice is small and Choso finds it so cute. “I’ll be so good, I promise.” 

Your orgasm is so near you can practically taste it at this point, and Choso looks at you so sweetly as you grip his hair, pulling him in and ghosting your lips over his. It’s Choso who makes the final move, swallowing your soft moans in a kiss, though you think it’s as much to conceal his own gasps of pleasure as he ruts his hips into your side, making you feel his aching length against you. 

When you come, your mouth falls agape, leaving you unable to reciprocate the kiss, and Choso kisses your jaw, moving down to your neck, murmuring sweet nothings and praises. Jumbled little thank you’s leave you, and you feel Choso grin against your skin as he comes up to watch your needy expression. 

“There you go, pretty girl,” he hums, kissing the corner of your lips, turning off the vibrator, and laying it on the bed before patting your hips. Your thoughts are still muddy in your post-orgasm haze, limbs feeling pleasantly tingly as you curl into him. His cock is still rockhard on your side, and you kiss the crook of his neck. 

“What about you though?” You mumble, and you feel him vibrate as he laughs. 

“So eager to please,” he replies, before moving so he’s on top of you, spreading your legs so he can slot between them. You gasp, looking up at him with confusion as Choso smiles. “Wanna try something,” he says, coming down to kiss you, and you nod slowly. 

There are so many lines being crossed that it feels impossible to do anything but just go with it. Besides, you’ve been hungry for your roommate for months. Walking around the kitchen, wearing only low-waisted sweatpants, watching him interact with his younger brothers whenever they would come over, hearing his muffled moans through the thin walls whenever he thought he was being quiet. 

Really, him walking in on you was just a perfect excuse to finally get dicked down. 

What you don’t expect is for him to pick up the vibrator again, giving you a small smile as he pulls out his dick. Your mouth waters at the sight, long and thick and veiny, standing proud and red and drooling precum. You don’t get much time to admire it though, because within a few seconds, he’s got your thighs pressed to your chest. 

“Hold them,” he says, and you wordlessly oblige, hooking your arms around the back of your knees. He admires your dripping cunt for a few seconds, licking his lips, before he positions his dick and runs it through your folds. You whine, wanting to watch, before he gives you a look, telling you to behave. You knit your brows together, a pout forming on your lips, though it’s quickly wiped off your face when he pushes into you with one quick motion. 

The stretch burns even though you’re already plenty wet with your first orgasm, and your head lolls back onto the pillow behind you as you squeeze your eyes shut. You never expected Choso to be so mean. 

He lays his weight on top of you, keeping you in your position before he places the vibrator on your clit again and turns it up to one of the highest settings. A surprised moan is ripped out of you, and your eyes fly open as you gape at your ridiculously handsome roommate. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, and Choso hums in agreement. He can feel your slick walls clamping down on him, milking him, and he’s immediately turned into a mess, looking at you like you’re the sun and moon, before coming down and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You tangle your hands into his hair, legs resting on his shoulders as you whine, the pleasure immediately becoming too much, sending sparks through your body. Your orgasm washes over you, and you cry out, your walls clenching and twitching around Choso’s cock, and that alone is enough to make him come too, shooting ropes of cum into your spent pussy. 

“Fuck, baby, you sound so pretty,” he whines into your neck, one hand on your hip pulling you flush against him, his tip nudging your cervix while the other holds the vibrator, overstimulating the both of you. “You think you got another one for me?”

His dick hurts at this point, but he thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t get to feel you come on his cock again. You shake your head profusely, your nails raking down his scalp. 

“No more, Cho, please,” you whimper, and Choso comes up from the crook of your neck to look at you, licking tears off your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours. He looks thoroughly pussydrunk. He’s not even fucking you, and yet he’s far gone, the feeling of you enveloping him with your warmth enough to send him to heaven. 

“Please,” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “One more,” he adds, and you hiccup, feeling like his cock is lodged in your throat as he turns up the vibrations on the toy and presses himself closer to you. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, your back arching into him as you come the hardest you’ve done yet, your hands curling into fists as you punch his shoulders lightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” 

It’s a mantra of curses and thank you’s and pleas of Choso’s name as your cunt gushes out slick and your thighs shake in Choso’s hold. Choso whines and moans, thanking you for being his pretty girl, as he comes for the second time, his balls clenching so hard that it hurts as he shoots yet another load of cum into your leaking cunt. 

Once you’re both through your highs, he finally turns off the toy, throwing it to some corner of your bed as he pulls out and watches his cum spill out of your pussy. You huff, barely catching your breath as you look at him with hazy eyes. Grabbing his chin, you guide his gaze to you, and he meets your glare with a love-sick look that makes you giggle. 

“I hate you,” you mutter, before letting go of him and pushing him away with a foot. Choso catches you by the ankle, placing a kiss on your foot before moving up your shin. 

“You asked me to make you come, and I did, didn’t I?” He replies, and you shake with laughter, your eyes feeling droopy as you melt into your sheets. 

“Whatever. Please get me a towel and then come cuddle with me.” 

“Yes, ma'am.”

alba’s note: idk if i like this but it’s not getting any better so here have it. >:d proofread twice so i apologize for any mistakes.

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HI HELLO EVERYONE! my apologies for disappearing out of the blue, but tumblr has shadowbanned me and put me on anti spam control like a month ago and i could not post a single thing or dm a single blog, as it restricts your blog fully. i am extremely disappointed that my kinktober dreams has fallen apart and i feel even worse that all the dates i have given out turned out to be nothing, but if any consolation, i will be still publishing those fics throughout the end of october and november. thank you all for sticking around if you're still here, and if you're new here, welcome to my blog and i hope you like my writing!

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KINKTOBER 2024, I DIDN'T CHANGE MY NUMBER.

don't take it out on me, i'm out of sympathy for you. maybe you should leave, before i get too mean and take it out on you ( and your best friend too! )

suguru geto & satoru gojo. it was so, so difficult to put up with satoru sometimes- especially when every 9 of the 10 words that left his mouth was lies and excuses. in a particularly rough patch where there seems to be a whose-d*ck-is-bigger contest between the two stubborn idiots, she runs into geto in the bar they frequent and decides he deserves an earful for enabling gojo to be atrocious- but a torture can come in various forms, can't it?

word   count:   6902.

genre:   one-shot, kinktober product.

characters:   suguru geto & satoru gojo & reader.

notes:   hi so this is an insane idea that i could not help but write. satoru being a bad boyfriend. suguru being an even worse friend. pr*ise. degr*dation. kind of ch*king. car s*x. pet names. mean dom!gojo. submissive leaning p*ssydrunk switch!geto. switch!reader. dont even perceive me with this one i have no clue how we got here even.

“ you are such an… such an asshole.” 

“ and your learning curve is horizontal, sweetness- i don’t recall you leavin’ me.” 

the liar, the bitch and the master manipulator, she hated every single bone in satoru’s body. 

well, except the one he was burying her to the sheets with. 

the same old unfinished story of broken promises, it is a rinse and repeat now with the vibrant colors of their relationship is diluting in the waters of exhaustion and exasperation. oh it was limitless alright, the number of times he could have let her free fall from the tallest skyscraper of tokyo and be forgiven with how he catches her right before the fall, a honeyed coo or two in her ear. no language on the face of earth is adequate when it comes to explaining the way satoru exists on the axis of the world he’s tilted, but the words detached & displaced are the first ones that come to mind. she is simply one of the many things bound to be lost in the infinity between him and the space he occupies, a hard-swallowed pill that she couldn’t still digest even when he had his veined hands splayed on the curve of her hips, his steel of a bicep pressing against her throat as the bed rhythmically creaked beneath them. 

it felt too good, and he knew it- he knew he had her when she left that airy sigh into the pillow she had been drooling in with the spot he found without effort, he knew he had her when she preened underneath him with her shoulderblades against his ribs. it’s lazy, lazier than satoru usually indulges in, his hips maintaining an angle that let him bully the spongy g-spot tucked between the snug walls with such fervor that he has her reeling with each languid thrust. his damp locks are tickling the nape of her neck, the beads of sweat collecting at the conjunction of their limbs, wetting the already messed sheets. she can hear each grunt, each breath of his, feel it vibrate in her chest. the same old tale, he does something rancid enough to piss her off and then instead of an apology he fucks her until she forgot what she was mad about in the first place, but like any trick, it has a point where the audience tires of the repetitive schemes. 

“my baby’s pissed at me, huh? would ya’ look at that. ” he coos, his mouth pressed against the junction of her jugular and her neck, his mouth wet. she has no choice but to listen, no choice but to take it- he doesn’t leave anywhere for her to escape, having her stuck beneath the mattress and his heavy figure, with her throat sitting tight and cozy in the crook of the arm he has wrapped around her neck like a shackle. her maroon nails are digging into his sinewy forearm until crescent moons shine with a painful pink color and it is not only a rightful response to the merciless pounding, but also a subconscious punishment, a silent outlet of her anger.

satoru doesn’t like that. 

the position shifts, the man atop her whining rather dramatically before his weight lifts off of her. “ naughty girl, so ungrateful.” he chastises breathlessly, and just when she thinks she’s free of the torment she can’t stop cumming from, he yanks her up by the fat of her hips, propping her up on her knees but her attempts to rise on her hands is strictly prohibited, satoru lets out a “ tch tch,” as he catches both her wrists in one large palm to cross them on the small of her back, right in the middle of the twin dimples before his empty hand grasps the nape of her neck and push her face into the sage green, satin pillowcase she had been moaning into few moments ago, burying himself to the hilt in one go simultaneously. “ this is why we can’t have nice things,” he clicks his tongue, and she can almost see the way his eyes roll to the back of his skull, all educated deductions from the way he speaks through his gritted teeth. complain he might, but he cannot deny that he lives for the thrill of her, lives for the thrill of having her in his bed, the taste of cherry lipgloss stuck in the back of his throat and her laughter his favorite siren song. “ because you don’t appreciate ‘em, baby.” 

“ don’t even start-” she groans, and his hips snap harsher the next time as a silent yet effective method of shutting her up, liking her pliant and obedient as always. “ sorry, what was that?” he leans over, asking with a faux undertone of surprise in his tone. “ can’t hear you over the sound of her, babe,” he pulls out temporarily, just to bring his palm down for a hard smack on her swollen cunt, only pleased when he hears her cry out and shudder to grasp the base of his painfully hard cock and nudge it right back inside her to resume. “ wanna’ repeat that f’ me?” 

but she can’t, her vision already having painted white as she stiffens and seizes with a whimper choked on her throat, clenching around satoru impossibly as her climax pulls her right under the crashing wave, a steady ringing in her ear that deafens her briefly- she can call him every single name under the sun and he’d deserve each one of them, but she cannot deny that the bastard has a way of pushing her to the brink of feelings & sensations she didn’t know was possible. it’s what makes it all so alluring, it’s what makes her heart swell with the ease of familiar affection when he follows her almost immediately, his hips slapping against the back of her thighs faster as he falters, the feeling of wet ropes fill her to the brim a one that makes her toes curl, a nice warmth spreading through her system. 

“ why are you adamantly trying to get me to leave you?” she asks, breathless, rolling to her back- her knees hurt, and she’s definitely pulled a muscle in her neck with how strained it feels. the heel of her palm presses against the junction of her neck and shoulder, rubbing in idle motions to alleviate it a bit. she watches him collapse next to her, just as breathless, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, snowy lashes fluttering with exhaustion, gaze heavy lidded. “ didn’t i tire you enough? ” he mutters but she doesn’t need to know him as well as she does to hear the whiny undertone. he blindly reaches through the sheets to find her warmth next to him, yank her to his chest without paying any mind to the way she yelps, and nuzzle his face against her spine. “ you talk too much, go to sleep.”

it had been a long shot, but at least she wouldn’t say that she didn’t try. “ get off of me,” she sighs, exasperated more than anything as she pushes satoru’s heavy arm to slide further away in the sheets. still drowsy & a bit lightheaded but still not relaxed or prideless enough to fall asleep next to him. “ ‘m gonna’ go take a shower.” 

oh, that gets his attention. his head slightly lifting from the sheets, he watches her go, wearing nothing but his shirt. “ can i come?”

the only response he gets is the door that slams shut on his face.

****

she hadn’t expected suguru to be home. by the time she takes a stroll to the kitchen with her damp hair tucked in a soft towel, having switched back to her own clothes to deprive satoru of the pleasure of seeing her in his own clothes, adorned in a pair of rust nike shorts and a hot pink crop top. she finds suguru by the stove, cooking something that smells like thyme with his headphones on. she would have snuck her head in to get a good sniff of the pot, but since sneaking up on someone who is handling a hot pan while wearing headphones is never a good idea, she makes her way to the fridge as intended. he notices her by the shadow that falls on the counter, pulling the headphones down to his neck. “ hey there,” he greets, simple as he spares her a single glance. he doesn’t need to look at her twice to imagine what went down, sighing before turning to his meal.

“ i can feel you judging me,” she says as she pulls the bottle of milk out before closing it shut with a sway of her hips. suguru snorts. “ i am.” 

ever the honest.

“ you don’t get to,” she comments simply as she occupies the same counter he’s cooking in. their shared apartment having memorized by now, she pushes on the side of his head slowly to avoid him hitting his forehead on the cabinet she pulls open ( thinking about it, maybe she should have let it hit him ) to get the coffee she had been desperately craving. she releases him a moment later, putting the coffee jar on the counter. like the calm before the storm. “ you’re the one who told me he was home when he was out with the bitches, if my memory isn’t failing me.” she states thoughtfully as she licks the spoon she delved into the coffee jar earlier. “ and you were the one who told me not to worry when i, in fact, should have been worrying.” 

suguru sighs, clearly discontent to be in the conversation but too bad- he wasn’t discontent when he was lying straight to her face. her gaze is keener than a knife when she turns it on him, the smile that curls on the corners of her mouth is cold enough to look cruel. “ you’re a disappointing friend, suguru.” she comments, her tone sing-song-y enough to sound eerie. too serious and unserious at the same time, like his mistake was spilling her favorite coffee on the floor or forgetting to pick up groceries on his way home. “ and you’re not one bit innocent.” 

“ don’t get me involved in your shit,” he exhales, keeping his gaze on the pan- chicken pesto & rice, hm. delicious. what a pity she felt too nauseous to take a bite. “ it’s not my responsibility to keep your deranged man in check, satoru is the way he is and you know it.” he places a large palm on top of her head but not ruffling her hair, instead bending over a bit unnecessarily to get down on eye level with her, his voice reeking of condescension. “ aren’t we a little too old to be blaming others for our bad life decisions, missy? ” she smiles at him, as sweet as a plum. “ fuck you, suguru.” 

he grins. “ oh, i’d bet you wish. ” 

***

it has been two months without satoru, two months with letting his calls go to voice mail or turning the flowers away from her doorstep. he’s using every trick in the book, from the gifts to the soft epilogues he is murmuring into the mic in the late hours of the night, hoarse and truthful but satoru’s truth as subjective as it can be- his emotions shift with the weather, and so does his intentions. his detachment applies to his ability to hold onto his promises, and the last couple of years he had not learned from his mistakes or her pleading, and she doesn’t necessarily deem herself the teacher he loves being. it’s not in her nature to be coddling a man that is not getting the message, at least not without making him regret every bit of a wrong he’s done her. 

early 2010s are playing in the club that smells like pot & cigarettes & sweat, the fog of everything & anything that’s been smoked blurring in her gaze and dimming the moving purple & pink of the lights, coating the glitter on her cheeks prettiest of technicolors. four martinis in, she’s feeling the buzz in the marrow of her bones, not drunk enough to be stumbling on her feet but drunk enough to not try to see satoru’s white head in the packed crowd. the soles of her butterfly shoes are hitting the back of her ankles, and the polyester of her cheap dress is sticking to her damp skin in ways uncomfortable enough to assure her she definitely is getting a rash the next day. still, it is not nearly as bad as the urge to check her phone every twenty minutes to see if he’s texted. he probably has, and not that she’d text him back, but still it was a reassurance of its own to know that she occupied his thoughts. it was hard, for someone like satoru, to stay focused without drifting away. she’s even surprised he seems to have object permanence altogether. 

just when her tired feet are dragging her to the bar for a refill of her empty martini glass, a similar figure draws her attention. the oversized black sweater that’s ridiculously loose on his shoulder, the fresh wolfcut, the black circle earrings and the cargo pants that also sit nonchalant on his waist and that goddamn manspread. he’s been staring at her. 

if he was here…

“ the pot and its lid, how lovely.” her smile is forced when she leans over him, to the bar, yelling inaudibly over a loud remix of lady gaga for a refill, trying to contain her suddenly restless heart in her ribs, over the prospect of satoru popping out of somewhere to tap her on the shoulder with his disgustingly saccharine smile, sticking a tongue out through his perfect teeth. her knees feel weak and the alcohol is not the only culprit. suguru chuckles, taking another sip of his own drink, neat whiskey as usual. “ he’s not here.” 

thank fucking god. she breathes, and he takes the sight in, nursing his whiskey, slowly twirling the glass with leisure movements of his wrist. “ you want me to call him?” he asks, mocking, teasing. she doesn’t give him the reaction he probably had been pulling and poking around for, instead waiting patiently with her elbows on the counter, a little bent, her midsection resting on suguru’s knee. she’s too occupied in her thoughts to notice it, but he’s not. though, it remains a silent acknowledgement. “ no,” she tells him, mouthing a thank you to the bartender before she turns to suguru eventually, her blue eyeliner having smudged around the corner of her eyes. he offers a grin. “ why, you here with someone? ” he shakes his head at the possibility of that being true, accompanied by a disapproving sound. “ don’t let him know, princess- he can dish it out but he can’t take it. such is the man, your boyfriend. ” the cynical undertone is laughable, so she does- it is swallowed by the slender glass in her hands. “ look at the one talking,” she gestures, amused. suguru shrugs, his head tipping back with the big sip to down the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing and the chain that shines distracts her, gleaming under the now red hues. “ jus’ saying,” he shrugs. “ i know him. and you know him. don’t understand why you’re so obsessive over things you know that ain’t good for ya’.” 

well, that had been a little too real than what she expected. she blinks, her expression shifting into one of confusion and of restlessness- a question she cannot answer truly, as she herself is yet to discover the big revelation. instead, her limbs retract, the ghost of a smile playing on the corner of her mouth. “ careful, suguru.” she muses, words laced with honey but not without the sting. “ you don’t know me like that. you don’t know me at all, actually. ” how would he, when all he has seen of her was her reflection created in satoru’s image? he hasn’t known her the way satoru or even shoko did. he knew her as the girl satoru couldn’t treat right a day in his life yet the girl he simply was too entranced to move on from. 

his expression remains untouched, but a twitch at the corner of his mouth catches her eye. “ you’re here for him,” he says, without an attempt to correct her. “ you’re wearing that skimpy little dress for him. you’re drinking, laughing, dancing- for him. and he’s not even here.” it feels like a dare, the way his shoulders move, how he leans back. “ what a shame.” her ears are burning, the root of her hair red, and the flush on her cheeks is reeking of shame. she feels exposed, at the way suguru pecks at her open wounds without a care- but she asked for it, didn’t she? she stills, then leans, until both of her hands press against the cold edge of the marble counter, caging suguru in. she can smell the whiskey on his breath, can smell the cologne he wears, earthy and woody, lacking the sharp scents satoru uses. he leans back in his stool, carefully curated expression watching every single movement of hers to see what she’s after, decipher the secret message except there is no secret message- she’s angry, and she feels like a lesson has been due by yesterday. 

“ and you’re here for me,” she says eventually, cracking into an eerie smile with the dawning of the revelation. “ oh, suguru, you sneaky bastard,” she can’t help the airy chuckle that escapes her, her eyes having widened with something she’s found in the poker face he had been wearing. he is good at this but so is she. “ you’ve almost had me, gotta’ give it to ya’.” she coos, mingled with mockery in the worst way possible as her head cranes aside, withdrawing to take a good look at him. “ who knew?”

he laughs, the tormenter that he is, and it’s pretty. has it always been this pretty, or is the newfound depth to dabble in make her see him in a light she hasn’t before? “ please,” he snorts, shaking his head, asking the bartender for a refill and tossing his empty glass on the counter. he makes no moves to get out of her symbolic cage, pretty content to be sitting where he is, a knowing look painting him more annoying than he already is- but how could he not be, with the pretty girl lodged between his knees? satoru’s girl, at that. or not. that part was always confusing, even for them. “ i’m flattered, but you’re… not my type.” he finds the words he had been looking for eventually, clicking his tongue with satisfaction. “ i don’t like ‘em as whiny and loudmouthed as you.” she can’t tell if he’s joking or not, can’t tell why the room went up a hundred degrees all of a sudden. “ do me a favor and pick up the next time he calls, yeah?” he murmurs, digging around for something she assumes to be a cigarette, no longer focused on her. “ he’s been nagging like a bitch all day, ‘m tired of it. we both know you’re not going anywhere.” 

she didn’t think it was possible to despise someone as much as she did satoru, but suguru is full of surprises. even if he is not able to find that one particular vein satoru adores pressing with the soles of his pretty, expensive shoes, he finds a completely different one- condescension dripping off his mouth, that lazy stare boiling the blood in her veins. he deems her not worthy of him, whiny and loudmouthed. 

she kisses him just for that. 

it is short, it is confused- it is filled with the urge to prove something, unsure to herself or to him. he tastes like whiskey & mint and it burns the back of her throat, and for a brief moment, he parts his lips, to which she takes as an invitation to push her tongue in and lick at the roof of his mouth as her hands grasp the collar of his hoodie. 

it is short because suguru breaks it, his hands on her elbows, eyes widened and the cherry hue of her lipgloss smudged on his lower lip with the saliva that it shines with. “ ‘m not the revenge you want,” he warns, perhaps the most serious thing he’s said to her that night- but she lacks the fucks to give. “ shut the fuck up,” she says in return instead, before pushing him incessantly to return to the bittersweet taste she had been craving before it even died on her tongue. this time, suguru doesn’t reel back or stop. this time, his tentative hands slide around the small of her exposed back, pulling her flush against him as his teeth sinks into her plush lip. it’s dizzying, how he kisses the breath out of her lungs, and how it sets a dozen fireworks in her ribs. 

“ oh, fuck, i can’t- he’ll kill me,”  the sentiment returns, and she doesn’t remember hearing him so desperate in her life- doesn’t remember hearing him so out of breath and pleading, a begging more to himself than her as he rests his forehead on her temple and draws in heavy breaths like it might make him want her less. it doesn’t. satoru doesn’t plead the way he does, doesn’t look at her with the same pathetic insurmountable need in his eyes. maybe it’s what makes her bold enough to push her thigh between his knees, watching the way his jaw falls slack, slender fingers tightening on her hips as if he can’t decide if he wants to stop her or not. “ you’ve been lying to me for him long enough,” she murmurs, hot and breathless into his mouth, watching every single way his face contorts with shame and pleasure like a hawk through heavy lidded eyes. “ time to lie for me, sugu.” 

it’s how they end up in the back of her car- with her perched atop suguru’s large thighs, moaning into each other’s mouths, raven locks bunched in her incessant palm and his hands splayed out on her thighs. it’s sloppier than anything, and all she can think about is how utterly beautiful he is, with his heavy breathing he is pointless trying to regulate and the way he keeps clutching at her, ridden with guilt & lust at the same time. she doesn’t carry the same concern as he does, doesn’t care about satoru- not in the way she should, at least. it was time he stopped underestimating her. it was time he stopped believing her lack of retaliation on his bullshit was because she thought he could be a better person than he was, not because she was weak enough to stay. she only realizes her mistake now, how wrong it was of her to try to handle things the way adults did- but forfeiting grudges, by trying to forgive and communicate. he mistook her kindness. he thought her sweet, thought her all bark no bite.

but looks could be deceiving.

no clothes are coming undone, but suguru is half unraveled underneath her thighs. “ look at you,” she says in pure admiration, catching his chin between the knuckle of her index finger and her thumb, tilting his head to her liking- which is straight at her, having no choice but to see the diabolical grin that turns her into something he has never put his hands on before. something he wouldn’t know what to do with, if he had. “ whiny and loudmouthed, you said?” she quotes, and a single shift of her hips is enough to drown out any response he might have, to which he responds with a grunt of restraint and a kiss harsher than loving. “ shut up,” he kisses it on her teeth, and she has no objections to that. his presence is overwhelming. it’s unusual, the attachment that comes along- suguru is intense in a way she cannot define to be good or bad. so explore she does, tilting the corner of his jaw with a stubborn push from her nose, teeth grazing at his jugular. she can feel the way his breath hitches, feel the way he twitches. he attempts to take control of the situation by manhandling her on his lap, squeezing the fat of her hips in his palms with a grunt as he forces her into movement. the sticky material of her long drenched panties stick to her, the zipper of his pants getting caught at her clit and making her jolt with each drag. it gives him a momentary release from her evil clutches, but it is questionable how it can be considered relief when he has that drunk look on his face, jaw setting with a low grunt. “ such a fucking slut,” he whispers it against the column of her throat, freeing one hand to resume the movement by lazy & languid rolls of his hips, having her gasp on top of him, boneless on his lap. “ grinding on me because your boyfriend just can’t act right, huh? is this how you get back on him? ” 

she nods, even if she doesn’t want to, too caught up in the way he pseudo-fucks her, unhurried and devoid of any rush- like they had hours to spend in the back of her car. his pants might be deceiving her, but even the outline of him pressing against her is enough to have her mouth watering for the real deal, satoru half forgotten in suguru’s warm lap. his fingertips trail beneath the hem of her blue skirt, and they dance around the edge of her panties without ever getting to business. she squirms, desperate for a taste of something she can’t go back from, but his hold is a one of steel- “ if you want something, you’re gonna have to say it,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing hers without properly kissing her, each thrust making her jolt on his knees. she melts halfway, face contorted in pressure. “ are you this much of a headache for satoru too, or is it special f’ me?” 

that does it, her lower lip trembling as she rests against his chest, hips lazily grinding back into his to keep up with the delicious rhythm that has her seeing stars before anything. the fingers that now ghost over the damp spot of her underwear is her undoing. “ performance anxiety, sugu baby?” she lets a breathless, airy chuckle, accompanied by a sweet aw she manages to utter. “ don’t worry, i’ll guide yo-ohhhh shit,” he tucks her words back into her mouth without batting an eye, he’s good like that, of course he is. there is nothing to be questioned in his abilities to touch a girl, it seems- he doesn’t struggle as he slips underneath the wet fabric and plunges two fingers deep inside her, the sudden intrusion sending an electric jolt down her spine. for a moment, it becomes so, so hard to speak, toes curling in the pretty heels satoru has gotten them as an apology gift for one of his many fuckups. she doesn’t think suguru would like to know that. 

“ sorry, you were sayin’ somethin’?” he hums, a pleased, toothy smile tugging his mouth upwards as he takes in the sight of her squirming on his lap to handle the pressure. he brings an end to those wiggly hips by pressing the forearm that has been on her thigh even harder to pin her nice & tight. “ uh uh, don’t run away from me, now, you wanted this, remember? ” he tuts, still keeping his slow grind her swollen bud as his fingers pump leisurely in & out. “ suguru,” she shudders, gripping the car seat behind him just to be able to have some sort of anchor but even that is failing her. suguru is an asshole of his own kind, so instead of easing up on her, he tugs on the lace ribbons of her dress with his teeth, like an animal, just so he can nuzzle his nose between the valley of her breasts. he’s not as chatty as satoru, it turns out. not as hurried either- it’s not the same rush, not the same avid sense of detachment. this is not turning out the way she expected it to, not the mindless fuck she had been going after just so she could see the look on satoru’s face when she told him she fucked his best friend. 

“ mhm, i see what’s got him so hooked alright,” he reveals to himself, half mesmerized and half amused, an afterthought as he drags his tongue on the velvety edge of her dress, dipping it underneath. “ i’d be tweaking too, if i fumbled this.” the this he is talking about is not her sparkling personality, she assumes, but it has her chuckling breathlessly anyway. it’s one thing to be wanted by satoru who wants everything he can get his hands on all the time, but it is another to be wanted by suguru who seems to want nothing at all. well, except the girl he lied to the face of repeatedly. just for that she thinks of leaving him blue-balled, but all thoughts flee her mind once his teeth catches her hardened nipple and his fingers crook in that delicious way, pulsating around his fingers as the tight coil in her guts snap. 

she doesn’t realize the buildup, nearly panicking with how sudden it all crashes into her- eyes widening impossibly as she clutches onto suguru desperately as the man holds her still. “ keep cumming, keep cumming, good fuckin’ girl,” he grunts with his nose pressing hard against the column of her throat, effortlessly handling the mess of limbs on his knees that is stiffening & seizing with the pressure it takes her to release it all. she thinks she’s seeing sounds, she thinks she’s hearing colors- by the time she comes back down to earth, she has half a mind on her to breathe, and only through the demanding of him who is now holding her chin in his palm: “ don’t pass out on me now, keep breathin’, keep breathin’.” 

it feels cold, when his fingers finally vacate their cozy home, but they are soon to find another- he uses the hand on her chin to pull her jaw a bit down, fingertips squishing into her cheeks to make her open up so he can stuff her mouth with the very same fingers with a dazed look in his eyes. “ polite girls clean up after themselves,” he murmurs. the tangy taste melts on her tongue, sucking on suguru’s fingers as he slowly rocks them a bit, imitating the lewd imagery of her sucking his cock. it would be a pretty sight, she thinks. to see him with his head tipped back, to rob him stark naked of any control he might have, to own him by the balls, as they say. but suguru doesn’t seem interested in the idea, as he just sighs, contently watching her suck on his fingers. she’s always thought he had pretty eyes, violet hues that have been shining with brilliance from the day she’s met him. “ i can’t be doing everything around here, can i?” the way he asks is so fucking condescending, she can’t help the way her ears burn as he pushes his hips into hers to remind her of the very painful hard on that’s been straining against her thigh now. “ ‘m not satoru, sweetheart- i don’t give out free dick. if you want it, you earn it. ” the now empty hand comes harsh against the plush fat of her ass, making her let out a muffled cry through his fingers. “ ride me like you mean it. ” 

he doesn’t have to tell her twice. 

the unbuckling of his belt and the freeing of his hard on is unceremonious, but the thrill of it is so, so heavy in her blood she thinks she’d ride this high for a good year, if she was lucky. he’s not as long as satoru, but the girth of him makes her gulp with the unsavory calculation- it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s going to be a hell of a stretch. suguru, who seems to have noticed her hesitation, grins a little. “ aw, afraid of dick, now?” he mocks, and she hates how much she really likes the genuine laugh he lets out, even when he’s bullying her. “ it doesn’t bite. go on, now. ” she wraps a hand around the base of it, her knuckles brushing against the dark happy trail as she indulges herself in a leisure stroke, watching his eyes roll back with an animalistic pleasure. all she knows is that she wants to see more of it, so when her thumb reaches the angry & leaking tip, she makes sure to apply all the pressure she can manage. “ i think the dick is afraid of me, baby. ” she teases, teeth grazing the corner of his jaw. “ you’ve been packing this the whole time? damn, maybe i got the wrong bestie.” 

suguru can’t manage a response with the way he looks like he’s on cloud nine beneath her, and she finds it sweet, the way he leans into her touch, the way he’s lost in it. having decided that she doesn’t want pleasure if it doesn’t involve hers, she aligns him with her slick entrance, letting the fat tip nudge against her folds with a shaky breath, and tilting her hips to let him sink into her without further teasing. 

the moan they let out when he’s finally inside her is in unison, but his is much whinier than hers and she finds that she revels in the sound- she’d never think him to be whiny in bed, never think him the one to release control. but here he is, holding onto her hips in the backseat of a honda civic, the living and breathing embodiment of pussy whipped. “ holy fuck,” he gasps out, his adam’s apple bobbing as his head tips back to the headrest. “ holy fuck.” 

“ you’re gonna eat your fucking words, suguru,” she confesses in his ear, in the most saccharine voice imaginable as her thighs part to dig her knees on the leather seats so she can ride him to her heart’s content, moaning every single time he bottoms out, every single time his head kisses her cervix, filling her up so nicely. all she can think about is how he deemed her unworthy of him in the bar an hour ago. “ oh, no words? the whiny girl’s pussy got your tongue, baby?” she latches onto his throat just so she can leave a pink mark of hers, just for him to see in the mirror, just for him to have to sit down in satoru and try to explain where that came from. what a scene it would be, how she would have given a kidney and a lung to see it. suguru, to the proof of her point, is too focused on not busting on the spot all her teasing is returned by radio silence except for grunts and whines. he looks so drunk, she wants to kiss him just for that, but she bites on the inside of her cheek instead, wanting him to know what real desperation was. his hands are so, so tight on her waist, and his mumbles are her favorite song. 

well, except the ringtone that disturbs the perfect rhythm she has found, an unexpected caller. 

it is coming from suguru’s pocket, to which she has no problem digging around to find. “ i’ve got you, sweetness, keep moaning like that,” she kisses his forehead just to drive her mockery home, before her eyes lock on the screen. 

gojo. 

if it wasn’t lucky. 

“ no, no, give me that back-” suguru attempts to get his hands on his phone but she is already answering before he can manage, and the first thing they hear is satoru’s voice, who never lets anybody speak first if he’s the caller: “ dude, i’ve been calling you all fucking night, ” he complains. “ where the hell have you been?” 

suguru is looking at her with pleading eyes, but seeing how that desperation erodes with a single roll of her hips is so satisfactory there is no shame in her voice as she responds: “ he’s busy, satoru babes,” she laughs, giddy. and it takes a hot minute for the white haired walking ego on the other end of the line to register her voice. “ what?... how?... what the fuck?” by now there is no fucking way he’s not hearing the sweet moans suguru is releasing, too pussy-whipped to realize the situation she put them in, too pussy-whipped to stop. “ say hi, sugu.” she plays an evil more diabolical card, shoving the mic right in the corner of suguru’s mouth, who is now scrambling for the last bits of his late composure. “ sato-oh, fuck, satoru, i can’t- i couldn’t- oh my fucking god, ‘ts so tight, ” unable to string a form of coherent sentences, she thinks she could cum from just how mouth-watering the view is. 

“ suguru, are you fucking my girl right now?” satoru is asking with a bamboozlement she has never heard in his voice before but before he can get an answer she hangs up, tossing the phone somewhere in the messy seats- not everything is about satoru, and leaving him hanging is a bigger punishment than letting him stay on the phone for the whole thing. there was no knowing with the bastard- it wouldn’t be a punishment if he turned out to be into it, after all. torture or not, suguru is hers for the moment, and there is a prized possession in such belonging, she honors it with wrapping her arms around his neck and rocking into him like there is no tomorrow. “ you feel so good,” she breaths into his ear, honest and genuine. “ you feel so fucking good, suguru. you’re so beautiful, look at you,” she slides his chin into her palm, gaze boring into his heavenly visage with an adoring look, even when he looks so utterly fucked out. “ who’s passing out on who now, hm? ” 

maybe he would have panicked at the aspect of being caught red handed, maybe he would have stopped or would have actually do something about it when satoru calls again immediately after- but all he does is to shift deeper in the seat, spread his legs wider and start fucking up into her in a rhythm so unforgiving they go back to square one, all power evades her, being reduced to a ragdoll in his arms as he hooks his arms beneath her thighs and spreads her all the way open. “ you got wetter when he heard this,” he tugs on her earlobe, hoarse and teetering on the edge of his own pleasure. “ you got tighter when you picked up, such a fucking whore,” he grunts, and she is reeling, nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to take the pounding without screaming. “ little slut is gonna cum from being caught,” he mocks, breathless. “ go ahead and fucking cum.” he is so right there is no fighting it- he commands with that growl and she is falling apart before she can stop it, and suguru is right behind her. 

it takes minutes, for both of them to come down from their highs, as suguru keeps spilling into her with no end and she keeps milking him for all he’s worth, clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. knowing that satoru had stopped calling somewhere right before they came, it truly might have, as there was no knowing what he would be doing right now. his silence was scarier than his reactions, but at the moment she really can’t bring herself to care. “  you doin’ okay?” he asks, making her jolt on his thigh just to get a reaction out of her, brushing her damp strands away from her face, revealing her hazy gaze and unfocused eyes. “ cockdrunk,” he grins. “ look at yourself, poor little thing.” her limbs still work enough for her to give him a slap on the bicep along a roll of her eyes. “ says the man who moaned like a bitch to the boyfriend of the girl he’s fucking. who knew you were such a whore, suguru?” her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips. “ you’re full of surprises.” 

“ and you’re so full of unnecessary words,” he sighs, both to how she immediately became annoying again and how it feels when she finally lets him slide out of her, remaining seated on his thigh. none of them make an attempt to leave this cozy nest they have been indulging in for a good hour or two now. “ at this point i just think you are incapable of going fifteen minutes without hearing your own voice.” she snorts with the response, shifting off his lap to collapse right next to him, both of them breathing heavy in silence for a moment. “ what now?” he asks after a few minutes, looking over at her with those heaven of violet eyes. 

she offers him the most charming, dazzling smile of hers. “ what happens is that you tell satoru i said hi,” she says. “ and get out of my car, suguru. i’m done with both your asses.” 

© written by lotuseye. do not translate or copy my work.

[lotuseye]

Heyy just checking in, wanted to make sure you're good and okay and alive! 🤞🏻😌

HI HELLO BELOVED! sorry for disappearing out of the blue, tumblr has put my blog to anti spam control and has only restored my full functionality now. kinda bummed that my kinktober got ruined because of the shadowban, as i could literally not do a single goddamn thing on this blog, but glad to be back! giving u lots of hugs, and i have read the last chapters of your work and just want to say SPECTACULAR! cant wait to write all my comments down this week, all the love to you bestie beloved <3

[lotuseye]

my boyfriend is proof reading tomorrow's fic lord help me lmao

[lotuseye]

₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡. ONE (1) NOTIFICATION FROM . . .

unlike other men on discord, yuuji itadori is a gentleman. your one and only savior, your night and shining armour. he saves you from all the disgusting shit they say about you, only to want the same thing.

( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, yuuji itadori, sexually mature. minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 4762 words !

╰┈➤ gamer!yuuji itadori & gamer!reader, yuuji is aged up to be in his early twenties, yuuji cums prematurely, mentions of masturbation, videotaping, teabagging, handjob, cum licking & spitting, not proofread.

( author's note. ) ive been feeling very nasty. very freaky. someone please match it and comment your feedback 😋 !!

Yuuji feels protective of you. How could he not when you're a pretty girl in a discord server predominantly for men? How could he not when he knows what the other frequent players say behind your back? Every time you make an appearance in the server as you join the game, someone's running to the private group chat to say some crude and disgusting thing they'd like to do with you. And you didn't make it any better when you finally mustered up the courage to turn your camera on for the first time, at your desk in a skimpy tank top with no bra underneath. Truly a mistake done on your part because now you have hundreds of men seeking you. 

Skin that seems to be golden no matter the lighting, and a laugh that has you showing off your pearly-whites. The way you giggle, it's sickeningly sweet and has all the other men's imagination running rampant. You've had different hairstyles over the time, but his favorite on you— the one he believes compliments you the best— are any type of braids that fall down your back. You have a power to men that you just don't understand and Yuujihas to protect that very innocent… All to himself. 

He has to call off the men when they make a sexual comment right in front of you. The perks of being a mod within the server, he's able to delete messages that he feels are unnecessary and uncalled for. He has to stand guard of you when others come off rude and way too strong. He defends you whenever needs to because he's a “gentleman” — a nickname coined onto him as members came to see Yuuji's chivalry. And if he's had it to his wit’s end, he'll raise his voice to whoever’s out on a call just to come to your rescue. 

His kindness doesn't go unnoticed either. When you've tried to speak up for yourself, he's always there and ready to take over as if he's the one being disrespected. His ears would turn pink, his face following right after and nearly matching the tone of his hair. Wide brown eyes that seem to get bigger at his passion despite his knitted eyebrows. Miraculously always there when you're online, you have your own online guardian angel looking out for you. You'd always show gratitude, thanking Yuuji for for doing what you couldn't — because he never gave you the chance. And the bystanders and lurkers who just peer in the chat wonder how naive you can be, seeing straight through the facade. 

Because while he can see what the other men say behind your back, it doesn't mean he doesn't join in from time to time, agreeing with what others have said about you. He's no better than the rest. Probably worse as he plays right in your face and he's got you right where he wants. In the palm of his hands, you're the one to make the initiative of messaging him. A simple ‘hey!’ that Yuuji is all too ecstatic to answer. Conversation flows easily between the two of you, something that Yuuji expected but never that it would go this smoothly. 

At some point, Yuuji feels like it's become genuine until his cock is hard and he can only think about taking control of you, holding your body close to his and ravishing you in a way he's sure you haven't experienced. How he vicariously fucks his fist at the mere thought of you and while he enjoys the conversations the two of you have, he's thinking with his dick first. 

How he can't stop after one round, going on until he's completely spent and his hand is covered in his seed. He's entirely too tired to clean himself up, falling asleep then and there right after. He has your photos saved to a folder he has locked away by a passcode, the simple peanuts emoji to title it. He feels guilty for it occasionally, building up this level of trust with you to go right behind your back and do this, but gosh. You're so pretty, he can't help himself. He has to have you and he'd be damned if someone else reached you before him. 

He's been awake for a couple of hours now, scrolling through his phone and constantly pulling down the notifications tab, expecting to see the Discord logo and your name on screen. However, still none. He pouts as he turns to lay on his back, rubbing out the eye crust and finally pulling his body to sit up. He's become obsessive, to the point where he grows anxious if you don't message within a certain amount of hours, always trying to tell himself that you're busy, but his irrationality speaks higher volumes than his common sense scratches at his brain. 

Climbing off the bed, he throws his phone down to try and give himself space. However, a couple of minutes have past and that thought leaves his brain as he reaches back for his phone and shoves it in his pocket. Go to the bathroom, wash his face, brush his teeth, cook breakfast and whatnot— it's a repetitive routine. After that, he'll go onto play hours of Overwatch, around the same time that you're on. He'll chat you up and get a giggle from you that he'll think about for the rest of the day until his hands are back in his pants and he's releasing a load all over his abdomen. Just like clockwork, but it's growing tiresome.

The toothpaste is foaming up in his mouth when he feels the vibration in his pocket and he's dropping his toothbrush in his sink to take it out. Just like he was hoping, a notification from discord. He grunts in disappointment, however, when it's an announcement. Shutting it off, he huffs as he continues his daily regimen. It's only a few seconds later when he feels another buzz, which he finally musters up the strength to ignore, and then the next. Then the next… 

“What the fuck?” He curses, dragging it out once more. However, before he could grumble out anything else, it's you. In an immediate change of mood, he opens up the notification. Your set of messages spilling through, starting off with your mandated nickname for him— Yuyu. 

you: heyy good morning !!

you: i remember you telling me that you're spending some time in tokyo before heading back to miyagi. 

you: im actually going to be in tokyo for a while and you're the closest friend i have in the server so…

you: so !! i think we should meet up !! 

you: if you're fine with that, that is 

His heart is beating out of his chest, pounding against it so hard, he feels as though he's going to throw up. “Shit,” he curses. This is all he's ever wanted— the chance to meet up, to see you in person, to finally… to finally make you his. He's come to talk to himself, loudly celebrating to himself as he's completely excited. The idea of seeing you in person is coming closer to becoming a reality. However, it can't become one if he forgets to respond in all his excitement. 

The yellow crescent moon is still up on the corner of your profile picture, waiting for his response. Yuuji tries to calm his breathing, puffing in and out as he's typing out furiously.

yuuji: of course! 

yuuji: just let me know when you'll be down and we can see which date works best

Not too long after are you typing out a response, sharing the same amount of glee if not more. Yuuji has to set down his phone to contain his excitement, ignoring the further buzzing as he gets himself under control as it all becomes too surreal. Putting everything back in place, Yuuji leans against the sink as he processes everything, a fantasy soon becoming a reality. 

The two of you get closer in that time period, seemingly unseparable as you both keep each other up at ungoldy hours. Video chatting and taking voice calls whenever there’s an opportunity. Yuuji was ecstatic to see your reaction to him buy you a nitro membership, getting to be able to see your eyebrows furrow in confusion before pure excitement and delight greets your face. How you squeal as you rush to try out emojis you never had access to outside servers.

“I could kiss you right now, Yuyu! You have no idea!” That sends him over the edge as his cheeks are tinted pink and he questions why he didn’t do it anytime sooner. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he brushes off the gesture as if it were nothing. However, inside his head, he can’t help but think that he’s got you tied around his finger now— tighter than ever. 

—

You were so confident in yourself weeks prior to this, bravely asking Yuuji if the two of you can finally meet in person. However, now that you’re finally standing outside of the door to this restaurant, you feel your heart inside your throat, pulsing loudly in your ear and your hands are shaking. You’ve always been warned about the people you’ve met online, getting the lessons and lectures of predators and those lurking deep within the shadows. You’ve always been careful and tedious with who you trust and befriend, especially in a server dominated of guys— something you should’ve left a long time ago.

You remember filling out a little introduction template, placing your pronouns as she/her and being immediately bombarded with lonely and misogynistic men responding to you— either with a sexual innuendo or a rude remark. Truthfully, you were planning on muting the entire server and just lurking in to receive tips and hacks to get through Overwatch, but there was this one mod. There was just this one moderator that striked your attention away from the rest, putting the members back into place and giving you a proper greeting. He made you check in more frequently and try to partake in all the action of the large server.

You grew accustomed to the harrassment and the disrespect, ignoring it when it wasn’t a battle you wanted to fight and when it was, he always seemed to be there. Always ready at your defense, standing guard for you. He made everything more bareable and gave you the courage to reach out to him. 

Yuuji was a sweetheart, easy to talk to and a “comedic genius” according to himself. You look forward to talking with him and he made your heart flutter. The moment he accepted to meet up with you, there was a shift as the two of you became flirtatious with each other. Jokes would become more sexual and video calls would become longer. It came to the point where you would squeeze your legs together, arousal pooling onto your cotton panties. There would be nights where your hands traveled under your nightgown to rid yourself of the sexual tension building up.

And now that you’re standing at this door, blocking people from entering, you wonder if he won’t like you in person, that it was all just fun and games and that he really didn’t like you like that. 

“Are you going inside or not?” The annoyed voice of a stranger finally snaps you outside of your mind, giving you the strength to finally swing the door open, looking behind you to apologize.

“Sorry!” you apologize sheepishly. Entering the restaurant, it puts you at ease as the cold air hugs you tightly in contrast to the heat outside. The dark interior and the dim warm lights are inviting to you, always preferring it over the colorful. You start fiddling with your fingers as you move out the way for more guests to enter, trying to scan the area for Yuuji. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers, and he had messaged you, saying that he had already arrived. It isn’t until you’re seeing a head full of pink that you finally make the connection and walk in his direction.

“Yuuji!” you call his name, approaching the table to see him turn in his seat at the booth. His eyes lighten up and your heart skips a beat. 

He looks even better in person.

She’s more beautiful in person.

Yuuji’s too quick to jump out his seat, banging his knee against the table and causing the silverware to jump. Calling attention to the both of you, people start looking his way. In embarrassment, Yuuji apologizes to those around him, his face heated up. You can’t help but giggle as you pull him for a hug. “It feels so good to finally meet you.”

Him in your warm embrace, it feels comfortable to hold him like this. It feels too natural, as though the two of you had been long-time friends already. His grip tightens on you as he inhales your scent, a fruity fragrance coming off of you and Yuuji has to pull himself away before he feels himself harden in his pants. “Same!” he beams. “Gosh, I was nervous the entire way here. I thought I was gonna throw up!”

“Me, too!” You laugh. “I was legit standing outside the door right now, panicking my ass off—”

You both spend two hours in the restaurant before leaving, venturing Tokyo together as you look through the stores and places for things to do. You window shop, but Yuuji spends the money he’s been saving up on you despite your constant refusal. Throughout the day, he’s been daring. He grazes his hand against yours to test the waters before holding it. He stands too close behind you and gently grabs at your waist. He finally takes it a step further to touch your ass ever so tenderly in the dress you’re wearing. You’re not the naive fool people make you out to be, noticing it all but playing it off as if you didn’t. That familiar coil in your stomach returns as your arousal seeps through your panties. You’ve learned to control your breathing in the hours you spend together. 

The sky gets darker and the temperature gets cooler. You’re starting to yawn and your feet’s aching. Yuuji can tell that you’ve had enough as the two of you head to the nearest train station. 

“Are you staying at a hotel?” he asks, looking at the map against the tiled wall, trying to figure out the direction the two of you should head in. “I can go with you and make sure you head back safe.”

“Yeah,” you tell him the hotel name. He takes the lead, directing you through the heavy flow of people. He holds onto your hand tightly, pulling you through the traffic and making sure you never leave his sight. He’s grown more confident, when you’re on the train, he pulls you against him as his hands wrap around your waist. He keeps you still so you won’t squirm, your behind pressing against him and he can only hope his erection isn’t too evident in his jeans. And when you’re both out the station, he stays close to you at the dead of night until you’re checking into your room. 

Yuuji watches you swipe the key card as he’s trying to think of a way to convince you to let him inside. However, when you swing the door open, you’re still standing there after dropping your belongings by the door. “I had a good time today.”

“I did, too,” he smiles. “I’m happy we finally got to meet. It’s nice to see your face off camera.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I got a clearer vision to dream about now.”

It catches him off guard, his tongue tied and he can only manage to choke out a laugh. “That’s a good one! Can’t believe I didn’t think of that one. Well, I’ve gotta—”

“Stay!” you exclaim, reaching for his hand when he takes a step back. Both of your eyes widen, you moreso out of embarrassment and him, shock. “I mean… It’s getting late and I’d feel like crap if something were to happen to you. You should stay for the night.”

He nods, one foot inside your hotel room. “Yeah, you’re right. I should.”

—

“Fuck,” Yuuji curses the moment his underwear drops, cock springing free. He’s flushed, sitting on the edge of the bed as you’re on your knees. His legs tap against the floor in anticipation as you’re centimeters away from his length. Heart panging against his chest, precum continues to leak as the cold air of the hotel room kisses his tip. His mushroom head angry in color as a vein pulses down his rusty pink shaft. 

Your gaze is transfixed on his length, your plump lips watering at the sight before you. He’s thick with a good length to him. His erection falls to his stomach as he’s slouched back on the bed, twitching every so often as it begs and calls for attention. His balls hang, heavy and fat as they rest in between his thighs. You have run your hand up and down his legs to calm his restless tapping, fingertips traveling from his ankle to reach into the curls of his happy trail, a few shades darker than the hair on his head. 

The sight before you has you weak. How he’s desperate for your touch and waiting for you to do something. Slowly do you spreak his legs and unconscious does he inch closer to you, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. The veins in his arms portrude as he holds up his weight. He feels vulnerable, thinking that all this time when he got you to himself, he’d be the one in control. However, he’s putty right now and his mind is a scrambled mess, the only thing coherent is his want for you. 

“Shit,” he curses once more. “Come on, (Y/N). Do something.”

“I will,” you huff. “Be patient! ‘M just admiring the view for a bit.”

You’re out of your dress and have rid yourself of your bra, your knees already starting to ache against the tiled floor as you’re slotted in between Yuuji’s legs. Your breasts hang, dark nipples pert and puckered as they shiver for a dollop of affection. They need Yuuji’s lips, you can’t help but think. That’s what they need. 

You let out a shaky breath as your slick continues to leak, your panties too soaked to contain it anymore as you feel a wet heat in between your thighs, causing them to stick. You don’t quite understand why you’re holding yourself back. After all, you’re the one who initiated all of this. You’re the one who wanted to meet up, you’re the one who invited him to stay the night, you’re the one who made the first move— kissing him abruptly the moment he stepped out the door.

Poor Yuuji didn’t have a chance to fully process before your hands snaked around his neck. However, once he did, a moan was pulled from his lips as he bucked his hips right into you. His hands didn’t quite know where to go, planting it on your hips before you pulled away to lead them to grab your ass. “Felt you trying to cop a feel all day…” you breathed. “Felt your erection on me on the train. Don’t be scared now.”

His face got embarrassingly red as he felt like the roles had always been reversed. He always told himself that he would be the one to trap you, but he feels like that you’ve been weaving this web all along. However, he has no time to get insecure when your lips are back on him as you’re pushing him to the bed. 

Your tongue lulls out, your spit shinning under the light as you drag it against Yuuji’s inner thigh. You can taste his sweat as he shudders, the salted taste traveling up to his balls. You inhale his scent, a fine line between musk and a generic brand of whatever bar soap he uses. You hum and the vibrations of it makes his cock twitch and his breathing all the more heavy. “C’mon, (Y/N)...”

Your tongue flattens, touching the crevice between the base of his cock and his balls. One long stripe from the bottom to the tip of the mushroom, swirling your tongue around the head before pulling away completely. He whines, not liking the provocation until he feels your hand cupping his balls. He curls up his fists, pushing into the bed as he’s always been overtly sensitive there, more than other men. 

You fondle them, squeezingly gently on the skin as one of your hands snake down to dip inside your panties. Your middle finger gliding in between your sticky folds, feeling the patch of wetness against the crotch of your panties before you pinch your clit. Your head dips even lower, tugging at Yuuji’s thigh for him to get even closer to the edge of the bed. Balls hanging more freely, your shoulders get under his legs as your mouth opens to suck one in. Saliva pools from inside your mouth, building up more to lubricate them. All throughout, you moan shamelessly as Yuuji’s trying to hold back.

“Oh, God!” he gasps, head peering down at you to watch you suckle on his balls. “You’re gonna kill me.” You’re staring right back as you watch his face twist and contort. Adjusting his position, Yuuji uses faith to hold him up as one hand comes to wrap around his cock, a deep need for more. 

Your fingers continue to guide against your folds, your juices staining your digits as your eyes shut in delight. Every so often do you hear Yuuji call out your name, telling you how he feels so good. Pumping his cock, he can feel how close he is to releasing. He should be ashamed for how quick it approaches, but his mind is too fogged and selfish to care. His legs tense up as he continues fucking his fist through it before choking out your name. “Bout to fuckin’ cum.”

You release his balls with a pop, a string of saliva following as your next free hand comes to take control. Moving his hand away, you move your hand languidly and with a sense of vigour in a determination to get Yuuji to cum. A band snaps in his stomach before he’s aware and thick spurts of cum coat your hand and some splattering onto your face. His chest rises and falls before calming down, eyes becoming heavy as he looks down at you— you pretty little thing. 

His release gave him a boost of energy, bringing his confidence back up as he grabs your hand. You don’t register what he’s about to do, just watching him take your hand. It’s all sticky and messy from his orgasm, all because of him. He opens his mouth, tongue lulling out as he licks it all clean. Tasting himself, like he’s done times before, when he’s all clean he grabs your face. He squeezes your cheeks and he doesn’t have to tell you to open up. He spits his load into your mouth and you eagerly swallow it, pupils dilating and heavy with lust. 

You don’t waste a second to get back on your feet, crawling on top of the bed to hover over Yuuji. Fixing each other’s positions, you’re stradling his lap before pulling him into a deep kiss. When you pull away, your eyes are lust-blown. “That was so fucking hot!” you exclaim. 

Tongues colliding once more, you swallow each other’s moans. Hands roaming each other’s body, Yuuji rids you of your panties, his digits feeling your puffy folds and just the mess you’ve made in between them. You buck your hips into him for more friction, mewling out as you can feel his cock against your leg. He changes both of your positions, now on top with you.

He feels himself running out of breath at this time and moment, everything feels unreal. The amount of times people have tried to lay claim on you, fighting for your attention and all that he had to do was show that he was a decent human being. He’s always told himself, convinced himself, that once he got to fuck you, that there’d be no more. However, you’re a drug to him now and he’s addicted off of his first hit. 

However, he still wants to lay his claim, wanting to boast about having you. The idea comes to him in the spir of the moment, getting you on all fours as you look back at him, his length kissing at your entrance. You’re waiting expectantly and despite such a vulgar position with your pussy out and glistening for him, your eyes still shine with an innocence to them. He glides his cock between your ass cheeks before he’s leaning over to the night stand and reaching for his phone. He grabs it up and pulls out the camera, turning it to video.

You don’t protest, simply wiggling your ass against him as you grow impatient. He starts the video the moment his tip intrudes your tight space, drawing a moan from your lips. He curses as he tries to keep the camera steady, but to no avail. He wants all of his hands on you while he fucks you into the mattress. He leans against you, invading your walls in a matter of moments as he props the phone against the pillows, managing to get both you and him at a proper angle. You call out his name as he fills you up to the brink, your braids falling in front of your face as you suck him in.

“C’mon,” he whispers. “Show them just who’s fucking you.”

It’s caught on video, your wanton moans crying out Yuuji’s name. How you bite your lip as you whine and whimper out the coarse pleasure erupting through your body. You tighten and clench around his cock and Yuuji’s got the strength to hold back from releasing in you too early this time. His thrusts are languid and fueled with motion. The air is filled with the sound of your wet pussy being fucked, the two of you moaning and crying out from the ecstacy. 

It’s delicious how your back arches and how you’re losing balance, arms to exhausted to hold you up any longer. As his phone keeps recording, it captures how your face is in between the pillows as your hands find home right back at your clit as Yuuji plunges into you. Your sensitive nipples rub against the comforter as your body rocks, continously overstimulating you. You’re rubbing circles into your clit as Yuuji leans down to whisper in your ear. “Tell them who’s got you. Tell them that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you squeak proudly. “I’m all Yuuji’s.”

He kisses down on your neck, still thrusting into you viscerally as he breathes, “All mine.”

He grabs the camera when you announce that you’re about the cum, aiming it right where his cock meets your pussy. Maintaining the same rhythm, when you release, it captures how you paint his cock white— your nectar creamy and dripping down onto the sheets. He chases after his own orgasm, hearing how your moans get more high-pitched as you become sensitive. When he twitches inside you, you’re reaching behind you to halt him from removing himself. “Cum inside. Need you to cum inside me.”

Gosh, you’re such a temptress. He listens to what you say, his seed spurting inside you, thick and plentiful just as before. You sing out in satisfaction as your body calms, feeling how he fills you to the brim. His arm wraps around you, pulling you up as you lazily lean against him. The phone’s in front of your face as he kisses you all over. “Smile for the camera.”

Still inside you, you’re still moving and bouncing on his cock. Your pussy spent, but crying out for more. You obey his word, eyes heavy in exhaustion as you smile. He ends the video right there as you beg him for another round. Still hard inside you, he fixes you on your back. He doesn’t think he could ever say no to you. 

Later that night, you lay against his chest as you watch him hop into discord, entering a private group chat. You don’t question any of it, not when he pulls up the video of you two. Clicking on it, he sends it without another word, turning off his notifications the moment it properly sends.

( author's note. ) had to stop and scream every so often lolz.

[lotuseye]

thursday we grow old together

part of alba's fluff week

pairing: satoru gojo x gn! reader contents: tooth-rotting fluff, he calls you baby wordcount: 550

The words “I love you” have never been hard to say for Satoru Gojo. They're just like any other word. He supposes the meaning attached to them just isn’t quite the same for him as it is for everyone else. 

They’ve never quite sounded right on his tongue. As if they’re an imitation, and never quite the real thing. As if he’s playing make-believe, trying to sell himself as something he isn’t. 

The Strongest doesn’t have time for love. 

Until you came along. 

Your name sounds like poetry on his tongue. Like waves in the ocean or leaves blowing in the wind. 

Sure, “I love you” are just words, but every word Satoru has ever spoken to you has been laced with love in every single syllable. 

Every action, every promise, every kiss. 

“You have a white hair.”

It’s hard to stop the smile stretching across his face as he leans down and rests his face in the crook of your neck, tickling you with a head full of white hair. You giggle, reaching up and running your fingers through it, settling on his undercut. 

Long, strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into him. 

“Literally all of my hair is white, dummy,” he replies to your teasing, and you giggle, pretending to inspect his hair, running your fingers through the locks, before giving him a kiss. 

“No, I really think you’re turning old, Toru, these aren’t like your other—” 

You gasp when you’re pulled off the ground and thrown onto your couch, Satoru quickly moving to trap you underneath him. 

Blue eyes travel across your face, twinkling with love as a hand comes up and cups your cheek. 

“Is that a wrinkle I see?” He asks, and you open your mouth in fake offence, putting a hand to your chest in exasperation. 

“Oh, no!” you say, and Satoru nods dramatically. 

“It’s bad, baby, really bad, like a cliff in your forehead,” he states, and you can’t help but snort, swatting his hand away from your face. Satoru giggles, kissing your cheek before settling on top of you, making sure not to squeeze you as he rests his head on your chest. 

You hum, once again running our fingers through his hair. Satoru sighs, melting into your embrace. 

Satoru has never considered the possibility of getting old. Always too caught up in the now, in the duty of it all. 

But growing old with you, getting wrinkly and weird and rusty in the joints—all seems worth it if he gets to spend this time with you. 

“I love you,” he mutters, and he’s surprised by the ease of it all—how it rolls off his tongue so smoothly, how it doesn't leave a weird ache in his chest. It just makes him feel full.

Whole. 

“I love you too,” you whisper, and Satoru feels warm, warm and high. Even though he had to work to get here, that letting go of his title and finding himself has been a long journey, and he surely still has years of letting go and forgiving in front of him, being here with you now is all he could want. 

So he gives himself in, hands himself over, and caves in. Wrapping himself in a blanket of your love. 

“I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

“Me neither, Toru,” 

thank you for reading!

only proof-read like two times so i apologize for any mistakes. :d

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[lotuseye]

okay so this fic is turning out fucking insane. just passing the threshold of 4k words and i'm already speechless at the way they are behaving

mmmmmhhhh fic is cooking in my brain for satosugu x reader....

reader who is constantly on and off with gojo but gojo pissing her off for REAL this time so she sleeps with his best friend geto and gojo calls them during mid cowgirl and SHE snatches the phone from geto's hand and pick it up just to go " he's busy, satoru babes " then holds the mic to suguru while he's moaning n going " say hi baby "

and gojo having a fucking aneurysm

am i cooking or no i might add this to my kinktober list bcs holy shit