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[sahkuna]

content warning(s): a ramble abt gojo and his light spit kink, fingering+kissin combo, moderate smut so mdni sankyou

gojo accidental spit kink haver satoru.

NOW STAY WITH ME. it all stemmed from the one time you found him lazing about on his couch, a couple wrappers deep into some hard candy.

before you left his place, you leaned in and pressed a soft, chaste kiss onto gojo's lips. very innocent, nothing inherently erotic or sexual here, right? but as the saying goes... if you give a mouse a cookie...

so, if you give gojo a kiss: he's going to want more.

gojo meets you with vigor, relishing in the way your lips slightly part for him to deepen the kiss. his mouth slotting against yours with great fervour.

it isn't until you've pulled away from a dazed gojo that he realizes that the candy he once was sucking on is gone; out of his mouth and...

"see you, satoru!" you chirped, poking your tongue at the man to reveal the shiny ball of candy seated at the tip of it.

...with you.

at the time, he didn't know why he got so fucking hard when he saw his candy in your mouth. but when the incidents happen again, and then again, and again, he has a slight MAJOR hunch as to what might be stoking the flames settling low at his belly.

it starts off with him wanting to share his candy with you whenever he so happened to have some. but, "no, no, no! it's not fun if you eat it alone! here, hold on." he'd say, right before slipping the sucker into his mouth. his smile turns all warm and gooey when he pops it out and offers it to you, watching the way you don't even hesitate to put it in your mouth— crunching the candy between your teeth to finish off the job he couldn't and wouldn't do.

however, the slow descent toward the absence of candy was not lost on you. especially when his habit would butt its head when you two were in the bedroom.

to put it frankly, gojo wants his spit in your mouth. badly.

with one hand, the pads of his fingertips press insistently on your cheeks, lightly squeezing them to watch the way your lips part and gape for him.

gojo's other hand had two of its fingers curling meanly inside of you, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit. between panting breaths, with hazy blue eyes gojo brings your face closer to his, your lips slotting wetly together.

when he pulls away the sound of him working you open, the faint wet clicking of you getting fingered drifts across the still air. "open— open your mouth for me," he breathes, his voice strained.

and when you do, he swears his heart sings. satoru puckers his lips and hollows his cheeks as he watches with focused eyes the sinful slide of his saliva drool into your mouth.

when you register what had just happened, gojo's already slipping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace with a newfound purpose.

"you liked that, huh?" he asks you ever so sweetly. a wicked grin tugs at gojo's lips when he watches you swallow, when your pussy squeeze a little tighter on his fingers.

his hand's no longer on your cheeks, but rather sliding down to work open the button and zip of his pants. "gonna make me feel it? make me feel how much you like it when i spit in your mouth, sweetheart."

satoru has found one new thing to obsess over.