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Dirty Little Secret (1)

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Gojo Satoru is many things: family man, politician, someone the public believes they can trust. It’s how he’s gotten where he is in life. Hidden beneath the façade is a man with many guilty pleasures – you being one of them.

words: 7.3k

cw: explicit drugs use, mention of alcohol, infidelity (not on reader), vaginal fingering, rough sex, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding kink, degradation, dacryphilia, exhibitionism

an: This was just going to be a oneshot based on the song "Unholy" by Sam Smith, but then I had an idea for a small part 2

an2.0: if you would like to read part 2, that one got tagged with a community lable. Please make sure you have those on, this post will tell you how to enable that as well.

His wife probably thought she was the luckiest woman in the world when he got down on one knee, professed his love and said he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side.

She probably felt even luckier, everything going according to their life plan when she found out she was pregnant with his children, starting a loving family with one of the most prominent politicians Tokyo has to offer.

She’d kick him out if she ever knew the way you stand between his legs, moving your shoulders, chest and hips to the beat of the bass blasting in the club. The way his eyes watch your hands trailing the length of your body before putting his own on your skin.

She’d divorce him on the spot if she knew the way you grind on his hips, the way his fingers caress every inch of your skin when he comes to see you.

She would never let him touch her again if she knew how he touched you, in all the ways she won’t let him do to her, in all the ways he really wants, the ways he enjoys.

Of course you’re aware of the wife - it would be impossible not to be. The picture-perfect family, an ideal trophy wife, two children. That’s his spiel, how he got into office and maintained his position over the years. He’s a father, a family man; understands the struggle and just how hard it is to maintain a happy healthy family - just like the average working person.

A politician you can trust because he’s just like you.

You’ve never seen or met her, steering clear of anything that has to do with Satoru during the day, but from your understanding he spends a lot of time with his kids when he has free time in the mornings and afternoons.

In the evenings he finds himself with you. Long legs spread wide as he sits back on the plush couch, you dropping your hips down onto his, grinding on him until you feel his cock harden from your touch.

It’s a miracle she hasn’t found out about the shit Satoru does behind her back; it’s a miracle nobody has. Sure he tries to be as discreet as possible, entering clubs through the back, paying for private rooms, private dances all the while spending thousands on sex, drugs and alcohol.

That’s how the two of you met. You were on stage, twirling, spinning and sliding your way down and around a pole in the most provocative positions. Satoru walked in with his three best friends; a man with long raven locks, one with a scar over the right side of his lip, and another with several tattoos over his face.

Satoru immediately caught your attention, with his messy hair, white as freshly fallen snow hanging over his eyes, eyes that were covered by dark square sunglasses, shielding them from your view. You watched him lick his lips, talk to your manager and head to a room in the back with his friends.

You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could feel his gaze burning into you with every flip of your hair, shimmy of your waist and hips in his direction.

You didn’t realize who he was at this point, not that it has ever really mattered.

It started with him coming to see you, paying to have you as the lone private dancer - sometimes for just him, sometimes with his friends. He’d tip you an exorbitant amount each time, enough of you to buy the Gucci handbag you’ve had your eye on for some time.

Eventually, when he realized you figured out who he is and weren’t talking about the shit you’ve seen him do, he easily charmed you with his honeyed words and wicked ways, inviting you to continue to the party elsewhere when your performances had ended.

Satoru likes to spend money, always seems to have too much of it, if the tips he leaves you with are anything to judge him by. Always enough to buy the latest Chanel, Louis Vuitton and Versace without batting an eye.

All because you’re so good to him, he says.

He likes to get his hands on the finest white powders money can buy; likes to snort lines off your tits before rolling the remaining into dainty joints for you to smoke; likes to watch you with his own lazy, crooked smile as the smooth burn fills your lungs.

You’re consistent, staying out of his life and daily affairs. It’s part of what he likes so much about you.

You never ask for more, knowing he’s not willing to give it. It’s why he keeps coming back to you, there’s no desire to be a part of the drama that would ensue if anyone outside of his circle of friends ever found out about you.

It’s why you had no problem signing the NDA he presented on your first night out together.

Satoru knows when he needs it, you’ll be there; when he wakes in the morning, you’ll be gone. Not wanting any part of the lives you lead outside of the clubs and hotel rooms you frequently find yourselves in.

The bright lights from the city faded from the rear view mirror some time ago. Things are different tonight, seemingly calmer than you’ve ever experienced before with the man sitting to your right over the year you’ve been seeing each other.

He shifts gears while humming along to the tune playing softly in the background as the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. 

The car is extravagant. It suits him and you wouldn’t expect anything less to be honest. It’s the kind of car where the doors open up, rather than out, the leather seats are a dark black while the exterior is a stark white matching his hair.

The small space smells like a mix of his cologne, bergamot and honey, along with the perfume you always put on before going out with him.

This is the longest you’ve ever spent in his vehicle, unless he’s pulled off to the side of the road or in an abandoned parking lot either with you on his lap or spread out in the back seat as he fucks into you. 

Satoru hasn’t spoken a lot tonight, just asked if you wanted to hang out after work and ushered you into his car on an empty street like usual. Obviously he’s taking you away tonight but you’re not sure where and trying not to care too much, so you don’t ask.

Doing that would change the aloof nature of your relationship and you’re not ready for any of those dynamics to be different, nor do you think he would be receptive to it.

“I can’t stay long,” he breaks the silence first, pulling into a hotel roughly forty five minutes away on the outskirts of Tokyo, “and I need to be sober. But, you can have fun and I’ll drive you home later.”

Satoru’s never taken you home before, though with his connections and power you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew where you live regardless. When you’ve stayed the night together before, you’re always up early and make sure to leave before he wakes up. Not only because you shouldn’t be with him, but also because you’ve never been one to stick around for awkward morning conversations or expectations.

You nod with a quiet “okay,” while he hands you a basic black face mask while putting on his own. He also takes off his tie, throwing it in his pocket and undoing a few of the top buttons on his shirt before putting on a matching black sock hat to cover his hair.

Stepping out of the car, you adjust your tiny black dress and hair before looping your arm in with Satoru’s making your way into the glamorous hotel, past the concierge and to the elevator.

Even when trying to be discreet, Satoru and his friends can’t help the luxuries they like to surround themselves with. He says he can’t stay and has to be sober, but that didn’t stop any of them from choosing a hotel with chandeliers, gold decor and marble floors covering every inch of the lobby.

When you get to the top floor of the hotel, there are only a few doors in the hall. Satoru knocks on one a few times before it’s quickly opened, allowing the two of you in. The space is more akin to an apartment than a hotel room - a small kitchen off to one side, a large bedroom with its own door separating the space from what serves as the living room.

There are floor to ceiling windows covering every inch of wall space, overlooking the small, lively city below. Chandeliers hang in this room too, the bathroom has similar marble flooring to the lobby with a shower that could easily fit ten, along with a jacuzzi.

Suguru is sitting on a chair reclined back with a woman who could easily be a model on his lap. He has a joint between his fingers, bringing it to his lips and taking a drag before holding it up to hers. She accepts with a grin, hand on his chest while the other fiddles with his hair.

Toji and Sukuna are sitting on a love seat next to Suguru, doing what they always seem to be doing - cutting too many lines of a soft white powder on a mirrored plate with a credit card before rolling one of their bills and inhaling, taking turns.

There are several other women in the room with a few other guys you don’t recognize - they’re all busy grinding to the beat of the music playing, glasses of champagne in their hands.

You never know who Toji and Sukuna are going to have with them - it’s seemingly a new girl each time you’re around. Aside from yourself and the girl on Suguru’s lap you’ve seen a few times, you’re the only constant.

Then again, you don’t know what goes on, on the other nights of the week that Satoru doesn’t come to whisk you away. You’ve never bothered to ask, never wanting to know how many other women he has, just like you, waiting to have his attention for the night.

Toji walks over, the mountain of a man that he is, emerald green eyes gleaming with mischief as he looks you up and down, biting his scarred lip before saying, “lookin’ great, as always.”

You’re smiling, unable to help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks from his intense gaze, but don’t respond because Satoru has moved his hand to your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

“Can you fuck off and leave my girl alone?” Satoru says without a trace of humor and you’re reeling more from his words than you should be.

His girl.

You don’t let yourself think too hard about it. You know what this is, what it always will be.

What it can never be.

You’re shrugging as Satoru pulls you away, moving his hand from your waist down to your ass, grabbing a handful before removing his hand completely, sitting on the couch next to Suguru, across from where Sukuna was before, who is now missing.

Satoru likes it when you wear the things you buy with his money - showing him you appreciate what he’s given you. Every once in a while you’ll buy a new handbag or jewelry to show off but mainly you spend it on little dresses to flaunt around in front of him, something easily accessible and removable, the way he likes it.

Sitting on the couch, resting your head on Satoru’s shoulder listening to the way his voice reverberates through his chest as he talks with Suguru, you absentmindedly draw little shapes on his chest wondering why he brought you with him tonight. The only thing you’ve been doing since you got here is listen to them discuss things you’re not interested in talking or hearing about, things that have to do with their work.

A soft quiet sigh leaves your lips as you watch Suguru pack and roll another joint for himself and his guest. Satoru hears and cocks his head in your direction before capturing your lips with his own quickly.

“You can join them. I’ll take care of you tonight.”

“It’s not fun without you,” you’re running your thumb across his lower lip, wiping away the lipstick that’s smeared on the corner. He grins before biting the tip of your thumb, swirling his tongue around it.

After a few moments, you pull your thumb away and he clicks his tongue before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and a little clear plastic baggie with a white powder that was embedded deep within, “this would be fun for you. Just need a little.”

Your brows are furrowed; it’s a different soft crystalline powder than you’ve seen him have before, “what is it?”

“A stimulant,” he replies generically, his grin is wide as he puts his wallet back in his pocket. Satoru tells you to take the water bottle that’s on the table beside you and drink it because you’ll want to stay hydrated and then to wet the tip of one of your fingers with your tongue.

You grin, looking up at him through thick lashes before putting your index finger in his mouth. He chuckles before rolling his tongue on it a few times. Listening to his instructions, you dip your finger into the baggie and suck the powder off - it doesn’t taste like anything. All you’re able to taste is the slight spearmint flavor from his spit.

After dipping your finger back into the baggie you hold it up for him. He watches you, eyes dark, stern and unamused. Satoru sees the way your shoulders slump slightly when he doesn’t accept it and the way your lower lips juts out slightly, pouting - it’s barely noticeable, but he sees it.

You’ve never asked for more from him over the last year, and you’ve been so good to him during that time too.

“Fuck, okay, but this is it.”

“Okay.” You reply quietly, the corner of your lip tugging upwards.

The boys continue their conversation and you’re not sure how much time has passed but as you watch Satoru’s sharp jaw as he speaks, the planes of his cheeks and slope of his nose you also realize his pupils have dilated tremendously. They’re more black than blue at this point.

You’ve also noticed you’ve been drawing little circles on the palm of your hand this entire time - the touch of your own skin feels so good that you can’t help but reach for Satoru and run your nails up and down the length of his arm. He tilts his head towards you, smirks and pulls you closer so your legs are resting atop his as he follows suit on your bare legs.

The contact feels incredible, like little tingles of electricity each time his nails run up and down the length of your legs slowly. Every once in a while he moves his hand up your thigh, towards the hem of your dress which makes you gasp, more and more slick pooling in the center of your panties with each pass of his hand.

“So, the wife is finally suspicious about where you go at night, huh?” Suguru asks smoothly as Toji and Sukuna come back over and sit on the small couch across from you.

Sukuna lights another joint, taking a long drag before adding, “everyone is suspicious about what we’re up to. That’s nothing new.”

Satoru sighs before leaning his head against the back of the couch, “just need to make sure nothing gets out. It’ll affect more than just us and our families if it does.”

“Awe,” you coo, “trouble in paradise?”

Satoru is snide with his remark as he glares at you from the corner of his cold blue eyes, “why? Wish I was married to you?”

You grin, leaning up to whisper in his ear, “you wish.”

“What about you?” He asks suddenly, “hiding me from anyone?”

Satoru grabs the little bag of powder and opens it again, so you do the same as you did last time; lick the tip of your index finger, dip it in and place a little on your tongue before doing the same for him.

“Nope, not worth it.”

This is the first time either of you have really acknowledged your lives outside of what you do when you’re together, typically avoiding any and all topics that have to do with personal lives.

Tonight is different and you don’t know why though you’re not exactly putting in any effort to change it.

Satoru has never worried or cared if his friends made a comment about how good you look or showed interest in hooking up with you but tonight he’s more possessive of your interactions. Holding you closer, letting details of his family and day to day life slip in conversation like he never has before.

“This feels so good,” you rasp out, taking in the feeling of his hands moving along your legs and mostly thighs at this point, so you move to straddle him. Satoru runs his large hands up your thighs slowly and under your dress to your ass, gripping hard as you press your body up against his chest, “need you.”

“I can’t tonight,” it’s a whisper filled with desperation because he wants to.

Satoru’s grip on your hips tightens as he lowers you down onto his lap so you can feel just how badly he wants you too. A whimper leaves your lips when he guides you to roll your hips on top of his before moving his hands to the insides of your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He hisses when he feels your arousal running down your leg and quickly loses his resolve, moving your panties to the side and running two fingers through your soaked folds.

It’s easy to forget, with the way he’s easily able to insert two fingers into your pussy and find your sweet spot, that the two of you aren’t the only ones in the room. Foreheads pressed together, mouths agape as you cup his cheek, rutting your hips in time with his hand as he brings you closer and closer to the brink of your release.

Satoru moves a hand from your hip to your throat, squeezing gently at the base while your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. Each touch, each pass of his fingers on your g-spot is euphoric.

There’s slick coating his hand, up to his wrist - you’re wet, wetter than you ever have before and you’re doing everything in your power to move your hips with his hand so his palm stays tightly pressed against your clit. You’re mewling, whimpering, never wanting this feeling to end, almost ready to beg him to keep you like this forever.

You’re so taken back with each others touch, the way you hold him close, card your fingers through his hair and drag your nails through his undercut; the way your breaths are mingling with one another as you’re so overcome with desire and pleasure you can’t even warn him that the thread barely keeping you together is about to snap before you’re moaning out his name and he’s whispering “fuck, that’s it,” as you absolutely gush on his hand.

Capturing your lips again the kisses are messy and needy until you’re both snapped back to reality by the sounds of Toji laughing, “damn, that was quite the show. You gonna need some help with her?”

Satoru sighs, running his thumb across your lips before moving you off his lap and standing, entwining his fingers with yours, “fuck off, Fushiguro. Find someone your own age to hang out with.”

He leads you out of the room and back down to the lobby of the hotel. You’re sure you’re about to leave for the night, before he lets temptation ruin him but rather than leading you out, he stops at the receptionist's desk, where a young man is standing, asking for a room.

There’s a smile that spreads across your face and you can’t even help it, a feeling of superiority spreading through your body that he’s choosing to spend the night with you, rather than whatever obligation was holding him back earlier.

“Hi,” you smile and wave at the receptionist while biting your lip. His eyes are flicking between you and Satoru as he looks for an open room.

It’s thrilling, being out with Satoru - there’s always that underlying thought, the excitement around potentially getting caught, even though that isn’t something either of you actually want.

Your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest, either because of the reality of the two of you being caught due to a snap decision on his part to stay the night or because of the drugs you took earlier, you’re not sure but you don’t let yourself dwell on it.

Satoru tilts his head in your direction, eyeing you up and down with a frown, “don’t fucking flirt with another man in front of me.”

“Oh, jealousy is not a good look on you.”

Before Satoru is able to reply, the receptionist cuts in, handing Satoru the keycard to a room along with a pamphlet of information about amenities the hotel provides. When the receptionist finishes his spiel Satoru carefully looks him over.

“If anything leaks from here, I’ll know it was from you and I will make your life a living hell. I will take anything and everything you hold dear to your heart and ruin it. You will be nothing but a broken man by the time I’m done with you. Understood?”

The man stands with wide eyes as he replies in a hurried, shaky voice, “o-okay. Understood.”

And then Satoru grins like an angel before pulling you along with him, to take you up to the room and fuck you like the devil he truly is.

He pulls you into the elevator, hiding both of your faces from the camera by pushing you into the wall of the confined space, lips latched while your tongues glide against one another, hips rutting into the other looking for stimulation.

When the elevator dings, he stumbles backwards dragging you along with him, keeping your lips connected until right outside the space where he lifts you, and you wrap your legs around his waist while he pulls the keycard out of his pocket. You busy yourself with kissing along his jaw and neck while he finds the room you were assigned, swiping the card and kicking the door closed once he’s walked through the threshold.

The room is large, and grand but nowhere near as extravagant as the one you were in earlier, not that it really matters considering the only focus is the plush king size mattress he lets you softly fall onto.

Satoru doesn’t waste any time unbuttoning his shirt and slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room while you slip the dress off, along with your panties, waiting in the center of the bed for him to join you.

And he does, with a salacious grin spread across his face crawling over to you, pushing you further into the mattress while you spread your legs, feeling his long, thick cock press against your soaked entrance.

“Wait, wait,” you gasp out, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his cheek, “condom.”

He stares at you like you’ve just shot him square in the chest before furrowing his brows, “No. We’ll- I’ll- fuck- I’ll pull out, I have to feel you.”

Satoru doesn’t have many rules - first and foremost, above all else, stay out of the limelight and his family's business and do not talk to anyone about the details of your relationship with him without a lawyer present if anyone should find out.

After that it’s simple, really only two other rules to abide by; take your birth control pills on time and wear a condom. And he’s been adamant about that until tonight. He’s always stated he didn’t want to risk getting anything and passing it to his wife because that would be a fucking nightmare to try and explain his way out of, but it would be an even bigger problem if he were to get you pregnant.

All of that seems to be out of the window tonight because he effortlessly pushes in past your entrance. He moans sinfully at the feeling while your eyes roll to the back of your head and arch your back, “you’re so wet, this- oh fuck- fuck, you feel so good.”

“What about your wife?” You manage to gasp out, mouth open, eyes half lidded, nails digging into his shoulder as he moves so painfully slowly that it’s amazing.

The heightened sense of touch, the feeling of him with nothing in between is intoxicating, makes your head a little dizzy, feeling every inch of his length as he pulls out and pushes back in.

“You jealous, baby?” He mutters, eyes hazy with lust, “want me to fuck you the way I do my wife?”

He pulls almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into yours causing you to stutter out, “fuck, n-no, no.”

“Think I’ll leave my wife, leave my family for a stripper?” His cock twitches at his words but he doesn’t move his hips again, doesn’t give you what you need so you wrap your legs around his waist and rock your hips against him the best you’re able, “I’ve fucking thought about it, having you like this every day.”

His large hands span your hips, halting your movements as he sits back up and pulls out to your dismay.

“Beg me.” He demands, running the red tip of his cock across your hypersensitive folds, nudging your clit a few times in the process just to watch the way you squirm below him, “beg me to fuck you.”

He takes a handful of your tits massaging them roughly before leaning down, swirling his tongue on your hardened nipple. He tweaks the other at the same time he tugs the other between his teeth.

“S’toru,” you whine needy and shamelessly, “I- fuck- please, please fuck me. Just- want to feel you, need you, please.”

Satoru watches you through his lashes the way you wriggle and writhe with your nipple tugged gently between his teeth. Cock is straining, leaking precum from the slit on the sheets of the bed - he’s just as needy as you, dying to be touched, to get the stimulation he’s craving just as badly as you but he’s being incredibly patient tonight.

His length is longer, harder and thicker than usual, twitches with your words and every whimper that leaves your lips but he still doesn’t fuck you - he’s waiting. Waiting for you to say he can fuck you, unimpeded and raw.

“Please, Satoru, baby,” tears are forming in the corner of your eyes, threatening to break free if he doesn’t work to extinguish the fire that’s burning in the center of your belly, to give you the release your body is screaming at you to have, “fuck me, please- so hard- always wanted to feel you-”

He can’t hold back anymore, not when you’re laying so pretty on the bed, tears streaming down your cheeks and begging him to give you what he knows only he can. Before you’ve realized what happened, he has you flipped over lining his cock with your entrance before slamming his hips flush with yours.

You cry out his name as he moves his hips with reckless abandon, finally, finally feeding the flames of desire burning in your core. His crystalline eyes are hooded with lust and desire as he grabs your hair at the roots and tugs harshly, other hand on your hip helping keep you in place as he pumps his hips faster and harder.

“You take all of me so fucking well,” he moans, “nobodies ever taken all of me.”

Wet, lewd squelching noises fill the space of the hotel room. You’re so wet from the jolt of electricity that thrums through your body with every touch and every time the tip of his cock grazes your sweet spot, and you’re only getting wetter as he continues to fuck into your rougher and rougher.

You know he’s comparing you to his wife when he babbles aimlessly like this, but you’ve learned to not let it bother you, not to think too much on it. After all, he’s spending his free time with you.

Sex with Satoru has always been good, he always seemed to know what you needed before you did, but tonight is different. Better somehow.

It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning. 

The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock so hard he has to slow his pace and take a deep shaky breath in order to not follow along right beside you.

He lets go of your hair, kissing your shoulders and center of your back several times before sitting back on the balls of his feet before taking both of your wrists in one of his large hands and holding them behind your back.

Satoru moves his hips slowly a few times before pulling you up so your back is flush with his chest. 

“Like it when I fuck you like the filthy slut you are?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply before hooking his fingers in your mouth turning your attention to him. Your tongue immediately finds his fingers, swirling over them as you look up to him, eyes so dark and filled with lust you can barely see any of the color anymore. He lets a tail of saliva fall from his mouth into yours and you moan the moment it hits your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He lets go of your wrist, splaying one hand over your stomach to feel the bulge from his cock each time he recklessly fucks into you, while the other finds its way to your breast, squeezing and gripping as he looses himself to pleasure inside of you.

There’s a mirror across from you, above the dresser in front of the bed - Satoru’s cheeks and the tips of his ears are pink, down his neck to the top of his chest. Lips parted with eyes on you as he watches and listens to the way you moan and whine from each stroke of his long cock.

“Satoru, cum in me,” his hips falter at your words, “fill me up, please.”

“Baby, I can’t.” But he absolutely wants to.

He pushes you back down on the bed, hand in the center of your back keeping your face pressed against the silky sheets. He takes the opportunity to grip your ass and spread your cheeks, watching the way you take all of him down the base without complaint. He lets his spit fall from his mouth, and watches the way you jolt when it makes contact with your other entrance unexpectedly and slides down to his cock, mixing with your arousal.

Satoru feels the way your pussy has a death grip on his cock again, knows you’re about to cum and he can’t bring himself to pull out. Not when you look and sound so pretty for him, not when you were literally begging for him to cum inside you earlier.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” he’s moaning at the thought, getting lost inside you, “I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you so fucking full of me.”

His words are enough to set you off, having your pussy tightening around him like a noose as he paints your walls white, letting out a guttural groan as he rocks his hips back and forth, working you both through your releases.

There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his his tip.

Eventually he rolls you over onto your back, both panting, trying to catch your breaths. He’s still half hard, both hissing at the sensation when he runs his cock up through your puffy folds, dragging his wet, heavy cock on your stomach when he leans up and places several languid kisses to the center of your chest.

He licks a strip from your chest to jaw before sucking several small red starbursts on your neck, shoulder and down to your tits. Your nails are on his shoulder and back digging into his skin - he groans, loves the feeling, the sharp to dull pain that comes with it.

There’s been an unspoken rule between the two of you, no marks. Not on him at least. It’s more important his body be free from any unknown scratches and little red marks, should the press decide to have a field day seeing them and decide to investigate.

“Love leaving marks on you,” he whispers, voice low, gravely with desire again. “Everyone knows you belong to someone else, don’t they?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Tell me baby, who do you belong to?”

“You. Satoru, I’m yours.” You answer a little too honestly, holding his face a little too lovingly. He groans at the confirmation, knows he shouldn’t have made you say it but couldn’t resist hearing it.

You place several kisses on his lips and cheek. Everything is getting progressively sloppier, starting to come down from your respective highs. Satoru’s eyes are half lidded, not only from lust but from a tiredness that’s starting to seep through.

He returns the kisses languidly before you kiss along his jaw, sucking a small spot just under his jaw, nipping at the skin playfully a few times in the process. He doesn’t stop you because he knows that despite not being able to give you all of himself, he’s yours too.

Probably even more than he’s his wifes.

Slowly, he presses his tip against your entrance again, easily slipping past the ring of muscles while you wrap your legs around his waist. He hooks one of his arms under your knee, pushing it up so he’s able to get deeper.

Satoru fucks into you hard and fast like this. It’s messy, wet and sticky with your mixed arousal and cum connecting the two of you. Slick wet sounds fill the room again until you’re both on the brink of another imminent release.

“Think I might fucking love you.” He admits, voice low, filled with lust.

You want to say it back, but you know it’s not true, the shit he says when he’s buried ten inches deep in your cunt, cock bruising your cervix as he fucks into you.

“You’re so wet, already so full of me,” he moans at the thought of cumming inside you again. “G-gonna give you a baby, gonna give you part of me.”

“S’toru,” you gasp at his lust filled desires and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want that too so you move your hips up wantonly, eagerly, “yes, please.”

It’s a bad fucking idea, to let him say these things, to agree with him. But you let him move your knees back to your shoulders, holding the heels of your feet for leverage as he presses his hips into you until you’re both cumming again.

He collapses on top of you, heavy breaths fanning your ear. You lay like this, chests rising and falling against one another until you’re overcome by sleep.

There’s light peeking in through semi-closed curtains, a beam of light hitting your face at the perfect angle, right into your eye. Knitting your brows together, you stifle a yawn before stretching out, feeling a warm body pressed into yours.

Your eyes flutter open, focusing on the dim light of the hotel room. It’s the same as it was last night, pristine, perfect. All except the sheets and blankets that are askew on the bed from your passion filled night.

The silky white sheet is covering most of you, but only on Satoru up to his hips. He must have gotten hot last night, threw everything off him in his sleep.

Looking up to him, his eyes are still closed, eyes moving slightly behind his lids. Soft white lashes flutter slightly with each movement while his arm that’s wrapped around your waist twitches slightly.

Your naked body is pressed against him, skin to skin. One leg is tangled between his while one hand is on his chest.

You let yourself take in the sight, not something you allow yourself to do frequently, but last night was indulgent, so this morning might as well be too. Satoru looks peaceful when he’s asleep. He’s always so calm and collected when you’re with him but never quite like this.

Truly without a care in the world with his eyes closed. No stress about someone finding out about you, exposing his lies and his secret life.

You stay like this for too long, watching him sleep, letting your index finger run along the scar on his chest. He says your name quietly, and you smile, just slightly at the thought of him dreaming about you.

You’re still high, you can tell, feeling light and airy and great about everything, but you know better than to let it last. You’ll be coming down again soon and everything will feel mundane, pointless, bothersome.

So you go to move, push yourself away from him to do your normal routine of getting ready for the day, pretending you were never here with him. His grip around your waist tightens, halting your movements.

“Stay…” Satoru whispers so quietly it’s barely audible.

Pursing your lips you look up at him, eyes still closed, no identifying feature signifying he’s woken up and is really, truly asking you to stay by his side, despite all the shit that would come along with it.

Your heart is beating fast, irregular, but you’re sure it’s from the stimulant. It has to be. Any other reason would be less than ideal.

After all, he probably thinks you’re his wife right now. Laying next to him, snuggled in close like she probably is every other day of the week.

You let out a single low wry chuckle at the morbid thought, licking your lips and shaking your head and whispering, “that’s not a good idea.”

His Adam’s apple bobs up and down and you mentally kick yourself for leaving the incredibly obvious fucking hickey just below his jaw. Satoru’s grip loosens just enough for you to wriggle out of his grasp.

Something you quickly learned after getting involved with Satoru is to have a bag packed at all times. That way in the mornings you can shower, removing the sweat and scents of not only the alcohol or drugs but also his cologne from your skin. It’s important to make it appear like you were never with him, to never leave in the same clothes you’ve arrived in.

After showering, you do your normal daily routine. Moisturizers, hair products, make up. You bring it all and you do it all - it would be no different if you were sitting at home, getting ready for your day.

That’s all this is, isn’t it? Just a routine. Meet a man, party, have mind blowing sex, act as if you’ve never met each other afterwards. Over and over again.

When you step back into the living space of the room, Satoru is no longer lying on his back, but rather his stomach, face buried into the pillow you used last night. His own overnight back is open, evident he had rifled through it for some reason when you were in the shower before climbing back into the bed, ignoring your presence.

Sitting on top is a black Versace sweatshirt. Looking back over to him, he’s unmoving aside from his back raising and falling slightly with each breath. Pursing your lips you quickly decide to grab it out of his bag and throw it into yours.

It’ll smell like him, even if only for a few days.

Picking up your garments from last night, you throw them into your bag before pulling out oversized sunglasses to hide your obviously still blown pupils and throw them on before turning the knob of the door to exit the room.

You don’t bother turning around, checking to see if Satoru watched you walk out. There’s no point. You know he didn’t. This is all routine.

After ensuring the door closes completely, you take a few steps down the hall while the elevator dings and a woman steps out of it.

She’s tall, in a pressed black pencil skirt and blazer. She looks classy with the way her ebony hair falls over her shoulders in soft curls.

She heads down the direction you’re coming from. Neither of you acknowledge the other as you pass by, on your own separate missions. Your breathing picks up, and the air feels tense after noticing the scowl spread across her features. And you all but jump at the sound of her banging on the room door you just walked out of moments prior.

You press the button to the elevator a few times, palms growing more clammy by the second, afraid the two of you might have been caught, that the boy from the front desk didn’t heed Satoru’s warning.

You watch from the corner of your eye as Satoru groggily opens the door, complaining about the loud sound. At least he had enough sense to put on a shirt beforehand, hiding the marks you left across his chest and back.

“You missed our counseling appointment. Is this some kind of joke to you?”

He’s quiet for a moment, eyes adjusting to the bright light of the hall and you could swear his eyes flicker to you for a split second before finally speaking.

“No, of course not. I went out with the guys last night and lost track of time. You know how it is.”

“All too well.”

She pushes past him into the room and you know he didn’t have enough time to do any clean up of his own, that the room still reeks of alcohol, sweat and sex. And if she even bothers to look around, he’ll have to explain why the shower is wet from having been used when he clearly hasn’t washed up.

“Good lord. What have you been doing here? And what is on your neck?”

His hand goes to his jaw instinctively to try to hide the mark you left last night, “uh, cigarette burn. The guys were messing around last night and I got mixed up in the fray.”

He doesn’t seem to be too worried about his wife’s line of questioning because he looks over to you, just as the elevator dings, giving you a smirk.

You watch him from the corner of your eye, biting your lip as you return the sly smile, stepping into the elevator once the doors open knowing he can’t and won’t stay away from you for long.

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NSFW Gojo Week (5)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Gojo maybe, kinda, sorta got hit with a sex curse technique on purpose and he can't stop thinking about one thing.

cw: sex pollen/curse, breeding, cum play, vaginal sex, spit kink, creampie, this one is just kinda silly goofy

words: 2.4k

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“Hey, baby…”

“Hey, Satoru… You okay? What’s up?”

You can hear hesitancy in his voice through the other line of the phone, which isn’t normal, to say the least.

“Um. I kinda fucked up at work today.”

Okay. That’s not unusual.

“Oh. Yaga making you work overtime or something?”

“No, not exactly. Can you just… come home as soon as possible?” You’re able to make out some rustling in the background but are unable to tell exactly what it is.

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll… be there soon, I guess.”

In all the years that you’ve been together, that you’ve just known him, it’s not uncommon for him to do something to piss Yaga off and be forced to pick up extra missions as punishment. But for him to be sent home?

It had to have been bad.

You’re racking your brain but unable to come up with something bad enough that he would do that this would happen. Did they fire him? Could they fire him?

If that’s the case, then there’s a good chance Satoru isn’t taking the news well. He loves his students and has a great passion for teaching them, so you’re really not sure what kind of mess you’re about to walk into.

When you step into your shared apartment everything is clean like usual. Looking around the kitchen and living room, nothing is amiss. The only thing you can hear is music coming from down the hall.

As you make your way toward the bedroom, you’re able to make out the distinct sounds of Satoru panting and grunting, and you’re really unsure of what’s going on at this point.

“Satoru? What’s going on in her-”

You blink several times, not expecting to walk in on this.

He’s standing in front of the full-length mirror next to the dresser, wearing nothing but his socks, muscles rippling, with his palm gripped around his hard cock watching as he strokes himself.

His eyes catch yours and he gives you a lopsided grin, slicking back his sweat-covered bangs, “Oh. Hey.”

You don’t mean to, you really don’t, but you can’t help but laugh at what you’ve just walked in on, “Were you just… in the mirror?”

Finally, you take a moment to look around the bedroom only to notice it’s a wreck. His clothes are strewn all over, a couple of energy drinks sit on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and there are bottles - bottles - of lube on the dresser next to where he’s standing.

He watches you with a serious expression as he strides over to you, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You smile at his words, trying your absolute best to not continue laughing, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He breathes, cupping your face as he places several soft, sensual kisses on your lips. You can feel the way he’s rocking his hips into you, trying to get more stimulation.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” You ask as he moves to nibble your ear. Satoru has always smelled good, but right now, despite the sheen of sweat covering his body, he smells like vanilla and warmth and it’s making it incredibly hard to resist him.

“I just…” His eyes trail down to your stomach, hands on your waist, thumbs pressing small circles on your stomach, “I just really wanna fuckin’ breed you.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words. This isn’t something you ever talked about seriously. The few times the topic has been brought up, he’s shut it down almost instantly expressing that he doesn’t want to have kids until he reaches his goal of resetting Jujutsu society.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… I gotta… You’re gonna look so fucking good all big and round and full of me.”

It’s probably not a smart move, but you’ll entertain his exceptionally rampant, lustful thoughts for now. It’s not like you’ve ever really been able to resist his advances, always melting to his touch as soon as his lips press to yours.

When you grab the base of his cock, Satoru whimpers as you drag your hand slowly to the tip a few times while he slips his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

And then he moans with furrowed brows. And you know that moan, along with the familiar wet, stickiness that’s been released in the palm of your hand.

“Satoru… did you just…” You look down and sure enough, the evidence of his release is in your fist.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His eyes bore into yours when he brings your hand to his lips and licks his cum off, eyes slowly turning more black than blue with lust.

Your mouth is agape as you watch him, utter confusion written on your face, especially as he places your hand back on his cock.

“Why are you still-”

Hard.

Sure, Satoru can go like a fucking racehorse. There have been plenty of times when the two of you have stayed up all night and day rolling between the sheets. But even this is unusual for him.

“Mm. You should strip for me,” He decides, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with hopeful eyes, stroking his cock in anticipation. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s having some sort of incredibly horny manic episode.

Folding your arms over your chest, you watch him seriously, skeptically, “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighs, trilling his lips while rolling his eyes. He knows you’re not going to give in until he tells you.

“I-” He waves his hand in front of his face, “Got hit with this curse technique.”

“Ok. I’m guessing it was a sex technique, right?” He nods, “How did this happen?”

It’s not uncommon for sex curses to appear since so many people have so many varied feelings about the physical act. What’s not common is Satoru being affected due to his Infinity.

“I was curious what it would be like, and now I just really need you to fuck it out of me. Please.”

He’s never been one to beg but your stoic demeanor diminishes as soon as he pouts because quite honestly, he looks so fucking good when he strokes his cock.

And you know he feels even better.

His cock is longer and harder than you’ve ever seen it. His dick has always been so pretty but right now the tip is red and angry, leaking precum that he’s spreading with his thumb down the length of his cock.

Biting your lip, you slowly unbutton your uniform top, letting it fall to the floor. Satoru sucks in a deep breath as he looks at your chest, humming when he sees the lacy bra you wore today. After undoing your belt, you remove your bra before gently squeezing your breasts as you shimmy your hips, letting your skirt fall to your ankles.

You leave your heels on, because you know he likes that. He has a goofy grin on his face with half-lidded eyes as you step towards him before turning around and over, giving him a view of your cunt as you remove your panties before discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Placing your hand on his chest, you go to push him back on the bed, but he’s not going to give you control, not tonight. You already knew that.

Grabbing your wrist and pinning it over your head, he pushes you into the mattress. When he grabs the base of your neck you gasp, giving him the opportunity to grin, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth before letting a trail of saliva fall into your mouth.

You fucking love it when he’s rough like this.

He usually is, but you know he holds back, trying not to hurt you. But when he gets so aroused that he can’t help himself, can barely think straight? You have the time of your life.

There’s a neediness already blossoming in the pit of your stomach, breaths falling faster as he slowly ghosts his fingers over your skin, feeling every dip and curve you have to offer him.

He’s drinking you in like water he hasn’t had in decades, that you’re a decadent meal that he’s about to devour.

The thought sends a jolt straight to your core.

He parts your legs, nestling himself between them easily as he crashes his lips to yours in a series of searing hot kisses, tugging on your lower lip greedily when he pulls away.

You roll your hips against him, seeking friction when he presses his hips to your core, moaning wantonly into his mouth.

“Always so wet for me baby,” He praises, adjusting himself so his cock sits at your entrance before easily slipping between your folds. “Gonna - oh god - gonna make you a mommy. You want that baby? Yeah, I know you do. Been asking me about it forever.”

He’s babbling, already losing himself in you and it feels like he’s legitimately trying to split you in half with how he doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he’s slamming his hips into you at an unbelievable pace.

Skin slapping and lewd squelching fill the room as he sits back, watching where you’re connected. His cheeks are pink, across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears. Placing a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge from his cock, he’s mesmerized watching as it disappears inside you.

“Sit up.” He commands, so you do on your elbows as you watch him spit where you’re connected before staring at you intently, waiting for you to do the same.

He moans when you do, watching the way all your fluids mix together as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon.

Satoru hits that spot inside you repeatedly, the one that has your toes curling and gasping as you grab onto his shoulder as your legs tense and your face contorts in pleasure.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through you as you scream out his name over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby, you’re gonna make me-” He groans kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder, “I’m gonna-”

His body tenses as warmth fills your insides, eyes wide as he hisses like he’s in pain before scrambling off the bed. You watch in horror as he moves out of you and off the bed faster than you’ve ever seen before.

“What- Are you okay?”

“Cramp. Got a cramp in my leg.”

You laugh, throwing your head back and resting while he takes care of his little issue.

“Stop laughing.” His voice is serious, causing you to sit back up on your elbows and look at him. “Stop laughing while I’m-” He gestures to his length.

You didn’t think it was possible to bruise his ego, especially when it comes to sex because he’s just so damn good at it. But being affected by the curse, he’s got to have an influx of so many emotions running through him that he’s trying incredibly hard to not let you see.

Grabbing your ankle, Satoru flips you easily so you’re on all fours, facing the mirror next to the dresser, across from the bed. It’s disorienting when he does this, using his technique like that to get you into the position he wants. He knows it, you’ve told him. He still does it.

“Gonna knock you up. Fuck!” He groans as he enters you again from behind, hand gripping your hair at the scalp forcing you to watch in the mirror as he pistons his hips into you. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. They already do, baby right? They know you’re mine?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” is all you’re able to breathe out as you watch him in the mirror.

He looks so fucking good with parted lips, chest red and heaving as he pounds into you, the baby blues of his eyes are no longer visible, replaced by his black lust-filled pupils.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck-” He groans out, focusing on your cunt and the way it grips onto him, “Squeeze me like that again baby - oh yeah - just like that. Gonna- fuck - you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning. 

The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock.

Satoru lets out a melodious moan as he cums, shoving his cock into you as far as possible, hips flush against yours until you can feel him in your throat, spilling into you with everything he has. 

There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his tip.

Eventually, he rolls you over onto your back, peppering your face and lips with little kisses, but there’s an unexpected wetness on his cheeks that causes you to knit your brows together and look at him.

“Are you… crying?”

“It just-” He takes a deep breath, licking a strip from your chest to jaw, “Felt so good.”

You’re sure he hates it, but you chuckle at the ridiculousness of all of this. This time though, he chooses to ignore it as he sucks several small lilac bruises on your neck, shoulder, and down to your tits.

“How has the curse not lifted yet?” You sigh, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand while Satoru positions his face between your legs, kissing your thighs several times, admiring the view.

“Oh, it did.” Your head snaps to his immediately curious about what he plans on doing, “I’ve just always wanted to know what we taste like together. Might as well do it now.”

You hiss as he runs his tongue between your hypersensitive folds, legs twitching around his head when he swirls his tongue on your clit.

“Good, huh?” He grins while slipping his tongue between your lips, letting you taste your mixed arousal on your tongue. He’s groaning, loving this as excess dribbles down your chin before he licks it off.

He gives a satisfied sigh, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears before cradling you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep.

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Beautiful Disaster (13)

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13 | Glass

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

A party at Satoru's house ends in disaster.

words: 3.9k

AN: Hey guys! Not sure if anyone is even reading this story anymore, but I fell of the face of the planet for a while, sorry about that. Things IRL were crazy with work and my personal life, and I just didn't have it in me to write anything. Things are much better now and I was in the writing mood, so decided to give this one a little update, since I already had the chapter mostly written already. 

I will be going through it to proofread/edit before I do the last two chapters (which will probably be posted together).

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April 2012

Taking a deep breath, cinching the robe around your waist a little tighter, you step into the class. There’s a murmur from students setting up their supplies, getting their easels into position, and canvases ready to draw on.

The walls are covered in art from various classes and years passed - even some portraits of past nude models hang on the wall as examples of creative liberties and proper proportions. Something many artists have a hard time getting a handle on.

As you stand in front of the class, a little stool next to you so you can sit on occasion while the other students draw, you look around the room, making eye contact with Choso.

He gives a small, shy smile, like he always does and you swallow thickly - feeling the way your chest and neck heat with the flush creeping up to your cheeks.

Satoru wasn’t particularly… pleased when you told him you were taking an extracurricular art class this semester. Less pleased when he realized Choso was in your class.

And even less so when you told him you offered to be the nude class model.

The decision was easy though, despite his grievances. His only real one was jealousy and not wanting everyone in the class to ogle you - which you assured him wasn’t likely going to be the case. You have no reason to be ashamed, and everyone who’s taking this class knew this was an assignment. Besides, the professor has made it very clear that if anyone says anything or makes you uncomfortable, they’ll fail and be removed from the class.

You offered to be the model when you found out it’s a paid gig, and you’ll take an opportunity that arises to get your own money - money your mom doesn’t need to know about and money she won’t have any reason to grill you on how or where you spend it.

Once you explained this, Satoru relented a little, though you’re confident his problems have more to do with Choso than anything else. Which is ridiculous considering there hasn’t been anything more than a friendship between you two. It’s not like you have a history with Choso like Satoru does with Mei.

“Whenever you’re ready,” the professor states after closing the classroom door. You look around, taking in the overhead string lights giving the space a warm glow - the shades are drawn on the windows, stopping anyone from outside the room from witnessing what’s about to happen.

Licking your lips, and looking up at the ceiling, you draw the ribbons on the robe, letting the soft, fluffy material fall to the floor. The air is cold in the room, immediately perking your nipples as you purse your lips, feeling a wave of goosebumps cover your flesh.

The rustling of utensils being grabbed and the scratching on canvases immediately fill the room. Gaining a little more confidence, you look back at the class; Choso’s deep black eyes are the first - and only - you see in the room. At the beginning of the class, you thought it might be more awkward with him here, being the only person you know outside of class and seeing you vulnerable in front of everyone. It’s more comforting than you could have imagined.

In reality, you don’t know him all that well, but he’s always been kind, and he hangs around Suguru a lot. You also don’t miss the way his eyes trail the length of your body before he busies himself with what he’s supposed to be doing.

There are several times during class when your eyes meet, you give a little shrug and smile and he grins full-on, laughing to himself quietly as he continues drawing your form.

When class comes to an end, the professor allows you to leave to dress in the bathroom down the hall and come back since he has a few announcements.

Once you’ve changed you take your place next to Choso as the teacher drones on about maintaining professionalism from seeing a classmate naked and urging everyone to continue working on their canvases on their own time, turning in their finished work at the next class.

Except for you, of course, being exempt from having to draw anything and getting an automatic A on this assignment.

“Thanks for drawing me naked and not being a perv about it,” You whisper to Choso, nudging his shoulder gently with yours.

He flashes his brows, chuckling, “That’s kind of my thing, you know - trying not to be a creep.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you wait for Choso to finish packing his art supplies, slipping the canvas under his arm, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him out of the room.

“Are you coming to the party tonight? Haven’t seen you around the last few.”

Choso gives a wistful smile, “Yuji’s grandpa is sick, in the hospital so I’ve been joining him on his visits. But I think he’s hanging out with his friends tonight.”

“Great!” Smiling widely, you turn and walk backward toward your next class as Choso stops in front of the stairs, on the way to his, “Then I’ll see you there!”

Steam rolls out from the bathroom door when you open it, the cool breeze from Satoru’s room hitting your skin, immediately making you shiver. He’s lying on the bed, arm relaxed by his head, long legs crossed at the ankles.

As soon as you emerge, he lets his phone drop to his chest, a heated gaze watching as you meander around, combing through your hair and deciding what to wear for their house party tonight.

Per usual, there’s a fight tonight starring yours truly. How the higher-ups at the school haven’t figured this out, even with Toji acting as an “inside man” - for lack of a better term - is beyond you. You’d think schools would want to investigate why several students show up with black and blue bruises and cut lips and eyebrows every so often, but apparently, they have better things to do.

Satoru has gotten off the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and slipping them under the towel until it becomes loose enough to drop to the floor. He pulls you close to him, one large hand splayed on your stomach, the other playful tweaking your pert nipple while he kisses down your neck.

You let out a soft sigh when he nibbles your lobe, before whispering, “You smell so fucking good,” pushing his hips into your ass so you can feel his growing length.

With a sharp gasp, he spins you around, setting you on his dresser, wrapping your arms around his neck as he continues nipping and kissing your neck. And almost inadvertently, as soon as he slips his hand between your thighs, you close your legs a little tighter.

Satoru pulls away, brows knitted as you sigh and purse your lips. His tone comes out harsher, more exasperated than you think he really means, “What’s wrong?”

The truth is your heart fucking aches at the state of your relationship. Things were so great, until they just weren’t anymore - there was a part of you that always thought people who described being in a hard relationship felt like they were drowning were just being dramatic. But it honestly feels that way.

Your chest is heavy and your heart beats so loud that sometimes it’s the only thing you can hear; your throat feels so tight you can’t catch your breath. There are nights where you’ve stayed up wondering if he feels the same way but in reality, you’re not sure he’d ever tell you.

He avoids conversations like the plague and is so much better at hiding his feelings and playing them off than you are.

Since the Okinawa trip, there’s been a lot weighing on your mind about how realistic this relationship with Satoru is. He’s fun and makes you feel alive with his silly ideas and schemes, makes you feel heard and seen. And along that same vein, there are times where you feel simultaneously loved and unwanted.

Afterall, he’s the one who wanted to keep things casual but relented only because you wanted a relationship and it almost feels as if you forced his hand with that. Sure, he made his own choice, but even then, there are things you can’t deny or look away from.

There’s no hiding Mei is a point of contention in your relationship. She has been since before it even started. And it was something you thought would go away - that she would see the two of you together and go find someone else to sink her claws into but she just keeps coming back, and for whatever reasons, he won’t let her go either.

Satoru told you their relationship was primarily physical - that there’s no real interest in one another beyond that, and the only reason they were involved to begin with was because of their family businesses being tied together. More convenient than anything.

So why won’t he let her go? And is it fair to even ask him to? Outside of Suguru, Shoko and even Utahime, she is one of his oldest friends.

You’ve also been wondering recently how much Satoru respects you. Considering how many times you’ve talked about how uncomfortable you are with this… relationship with Mei and how it hurts you, nothing has changed despite his repeated promises.

And it’s not logical to think he’d change.

Satoru groans when you hop off the dresser, grabbing your shirt and slipping it on, “I’m fine. Just not in the mood, I don’t feel great tonight.”

“You’re never in the mood anymore.” There’s no mistaking the annoyance in his tone as grabs his glasses to shield his eyes, no doubt rolling them behind the dark glass.

Despite the lie you’ve been telling, you want nothing more than to have him, let him have his way with you as he has so many times before. But you’re not emotionally ready to go there right now - you need time to think and you can’t do that when he’s buried ten inches deep in you almost every night.

So the physical aspect of your relationship has taken a hit. You’ve tried talking about Okinawa with him, bringing up everything with Mei once again - but just like always, Satoru says you’re being dramatic, making a mountain out of a molehill.

But it’s clearly not nothing since it bothers you and it’s clear as day to everyone around.

Satoru doesn’t bother staying by your side during most of the party, opting to meet up with some of his classmates. You try not to pay too much attention to him, but you sneak glances over every now and again.

He chats, a drink in hand while laughing and animatedly waving his free hand around while telling a story.

“Hello?” A pale hand waves in front of your face, snapping a few times, breaking you out of your trance - apparently you were staring longer than you thought.

Blinking a few times and turning your head, you look at Choso, “I’m sorry - what were you saying?”

He gives a soft smile, glancing between you and Satoru for a moment, “Everything okay?”

Pursing your lips and sighing heavily, you nod slowly, “Yeah… It’s just…” You trail off, not sure how much or what to actually say. It doesn’t take long to make a decision though, since looking back over to Satoru shows Mei has joined his little soiree. “He says nothing is happening, but he’s always with Mei.” You nod your head in that direction.

Choso purses his head and nods, “Yeah. I was wondering about that.”

“Great.” Your voice is monotone. Because this just confirms you’re not the only person who sees them together constantly - that it’s not just you being high maintenance or a pain in the ass. It is a real problem, and one Satoru refuses to acknowledge.

“Why don’t we,” Choso starts, eyes flickering between yours for a moment before pointing off to the side, “take some shots?”

Your eyes trail to where he’s pointing - a small group of people around a small table, just big enough for someone to lay on and take a body shot. A smile spreads across your face with amusement for two reasons: Shoko is currently taking a shot glass out of Utahime’s mouth and tipping it back and because you’re feeling a little petty tonight.

Maybe it’s the alcohol you’ve already consumed, your inhibitions are lowered but you don’t care. If Satoru gets to have someone other than you hanging with him all the time, going on family outings during the holidays and hanging on him twenty-four seven - then why can’t you do the same?

Choso’s questioning stare is innocent, so there’s a chance he won’t be up for this - there’s a part of you that wonders if he meant just regular shots, and not specifically body shots. You get your answer however, when you agree and a wide smile spreads across his face.

While you walk to the table and lay back on it once Utahime has gotten up, Choso busies himself with getting salt, a lime and a shot of tequila.

Shoko is off to the side, staring daggers at you before asking, “What the hell are you doing?”

You smile and shrug, “Playing his game. I’m tired of being the one that gets hurt all the time.”

“This is a really stupid fucking idea,” Utahime chimes in to your surprise. It’s not often she adds her two cents on your relationship - normally she just adds how stupid she thinks Satoru is.

Choosing not to answer, you lay back and turn to face Satoru. He’s not paying attention, however Mei is, you glare, lick your lips and lift your shirt just enough to expose your navel.

“Ready?” Choso asks and you nod, but he keeps a hold of the tequila shot, rather than putting it in your mouth.

Small grains of salt hit just below your belly button and then the feel of a small metal ball and cool tongue trail up. The reaction your body gives is normal; stomach clenching, breath hitching and thighs closing ever so slightly - like a reminder of all the times Satoru has done the same to you.

Looking down at Choso was a mistake - he has a mischievous smirk spread across his lips and heat in his eyes. And rather than take the shot in his hand, he presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widened in shock, because this was not part of the plan - it was supposed to just be a normal body shot, just something to make Satoru a little jealous and hopefully realize how he’s been treating you.

Panicked, you sit up and fix your shirt - Choso winks, placing the glass to his lips just as a fist connects with his jaw in a deafening crack. Satoru is seething, nostrils flared as he grabs a fist full of Choso’s shirt and pulls him in for another punch to the face.

Choso isn’t caught off guard this time, landing his own blow on Satoru’s cheek, and then his ribs.

“Stop!” You scream hysterically, covering your mouth with your hand, because this was not the mess you wanted to cause - this wasn’t supposed to happen!

Before you can take a step forward, a large hand grips your shoulder. Suguru is next to you, shaking his head before stepping in to separate the guys. Panicked, you look at Shoko who has a look of disappointment written on her face, Utahime is shaking her head, watching as Suguru stands between the two.

Satoru runs a hand down his face, Choso wipes his lip with the back of his hand as Suguru says something to them - when he’s done, Satoru stalks out of the room and up the stairs without so much as a glance in your direction.

“Why,” it’s a small noise that leaves your lips, not loud enough for anyone to hear other than yourself. Looking at Choso with upturned brows, you shake your head slightly. If you had known he planned on kissing you, there’s no way you would have agreed to do this.

He must have seen you mouth the word because Choso walks over to you, brows bunched together. “Because he treats you like shit. And you just let it happen time and time again.”

A scoff leaves your lips, “I love Satoru - you know what, I can’t deal with this right now.”

Onlookers move out of your way as you make your way to and up the steps to Satoru’s bedroom. The room is quiet, light off except the illumination of the lights peeking out from the partially closed bathroom door.

For the first time, probably ever, you knock on the door to make your presence known before poking your head inside. Satoru’s standing, head hanging between his shoulders, leaning on his palms on the cool countertop.

“Satoru,” a step forward with your hand outreached for him, wanting to check on the cuts on his lip, and the bruise blooming across his cheek, “I -”

“Stop.” He interjects, tone raspy, lifting his head to look in the mirror but not looking in your direction.

A sigh leaves your lips, because of course he doesn’t want to talk about this. He would rather let his emotions show physically - through sex or fighting - rather than sit and have a two minute conversation to talk things through.

“Okay…” You’re really not sure what to do in this situation, stay and potentially make it worse or leave him to cool off and come try and talk to him later. Opting for the latter, you take a step back - you really need to talk with Choso about what happened too, you just needed a second to take a step back and see Satoru. To make sure he didn’t need any bandages or some other medical care. With the exception of the few scrapes and bruises, he seems physically fine.

Turning and opening the door, a large hand reaches over your head and pushes the door fully closed.

“Where are you going?” Satoru asks, voice annoyed.

“To check on Choso.” It comes out quieter than you intend, which Satoru’s body heat radiating against your back, his hand still firmly pressed against the door, yours on the knob.

“Why? Kissing him wasn’t enough?”

Heat flares through your veins at the comment, because he’s acting like you asked for him to kiss you. And that was never the intention - you would never do anything like that, and he knows it - especially with your history.

He’s just trying to piss you off too.

Turning around, you snap at him, pointing a finger in his chest, “Maybe because my boyfriend went insane and beat the shit out of him,” he grins slightly at that comment, teeth pink from fading blood. “And because -”

Because you saw the way Choso looked at you when he suggested body shots. Knew it would piss Satoru off to no end. Because you were already questioning what Choso was wanting to do before you agreed. It was like you lost your mind in the moment, in all of the feelings and anger and hurt at everything that has happened, and continues to happen in this relationship.

“Because this is my fault.” Your voice is quiet, shoulders slumped, guilt written on your faces as tears well in your eyes.

Satoru’s arms are around you the moment the first tear drips from the corner of your eye, holding you close and rocking side to side gently.

“Don’t leave me,” He whispers into your hair and you’re sure he doesn’t mean physically, in this moment.

“I’m not - I won’t.” You say between sniffles, pulling back to look into his ocean blue eyes, showing his own uncertainty in this situation - a look you’re not used to from him. “Satoru, that was scary. It looked like you were trying to murder him.”

“I wanted to.”

Your brows pinch together at his admission, “You’re insane.”

“In a good way?” The teasing tone to his voice is starting to come back.

A small laugh leaves your lips, “How is there a good way to be insane?”

He thinks for a moment, pulling you back into his muscular chest before shrugging, “Dunno just, don’t go to him. Okay?”

Closing your eyes, you nod against him, taking in the warmth and safety you feel in his arms, hoping he’ll explain his reaction to that, “Why did you punch him?”

It takes several minutes of standing in silence, holding one another to realize he’s stopped swaying you back and forth, a motion you found comforting when he was doing it, and the odds of him answering are lower and lower with every passing second.

After another few minutes you pull away and sigh, wiping the smeared makeup under your eyes away.

“I don’t want him touching you,” Satoru says hurriedly when you open the bathroom door again, grabbing your free wrist, “Let alone kissing you.”

That’s not a real answer - just some fucked up possessiveness he feels he needs to display because another guy is clearly interested in you. Which is ironic considering he said the two of you could see other people before he agreed to try dating.

And clearly he forgets is attached to him at the hip anytime she’s around, but how dare anyone but Satoru do that with you. It’s a stupid double standard and one you’re tired of.

He lets your arm go when you shake your head slowly, which breaks your heart. Wishing he would fight for you right now, for your relationship - not physically fight, but actually listen to each other and work together to make things better.

Maybe it is time to call it quits. Having these feelings in your relationship continuously is not healthy and it’s taking a toll on you. At this point you’re not sure what’s worse - finding your boyfriend cheating on you with your own mother, or this cycle you found yourself in with Satoru.

There’s a deep stuttering sigh behind you, to your surprise, “Things haven’t been great between us recently,” he says quietly, clearly unsure how to say what’s on his mind, “And I - fuck -” he groans, running his hands up and down his fast several times, “I don’t know, okay, but I don’t want to see you with anyone else.”

Your brows are raised as you turn to look at Satoru with surprise, not having anticipated getting any sort of answer. It’s not much, but it speaks volumes that he’s admitted your relationship isn’t in a good place right now - honestly you weren’t sure he was even aware of it. He never wants to talk about these things, he’d rather have sex and show you how he feels by the way he delicately spreads your legs, teasingly kisses up your thighs and makes love to you.

But it also hurts that the only time he says he loves you, with the exception of the first few times, is when you feel like you have to force it out of him, or when he’s buried deep in your cunt.

“Are we gonna make it?” You whisper back. And for the first time in your relationship, find yourself wondering when this relationship will meet its inevitable end.

But maybe there is hope. He’s admitted this - maybe it’ll just take more time for him to find the words and continue learning to open up. 

Satoru kisses the top of your head, opening the restroom door and pulling you gently to his bed, laying down behind you and covering you both with a throw blanket before whispering back, “We’ll make it... Just don’t leave me.”

So you don’t.

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In Another Life (ML)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

Life is great, especially after getting engaged to Gojo Satoru. That is, until you receive a letter from your future self wondering what life would have been like if you followed your soul mate, Geto Suguru, when he defected from Tokyo Tech.

Warnings: love triangle, angst, smut, romance, porn with plot, oral sex, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, anal fingering, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie, Gojo Satoru being an ass, Geto Suguru being an ass

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In Another Life (1)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

Life is great, especially after getting engaged to Gojo Satoru. That is, until you receive a letter from your future self wondering what life would have been like if you followed your soul mate, Geto Suguru, when he defected from Tokyo Tech.

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Warnings: oral sex, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, anal fingering, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie

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“Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Satoru, please,” you’re whining, both hands tangled in his snowy white locks, his face buried in the apex of your thighs, the place he’s been for the majority of the past weekend.

The ring on your left hand shines and gleams from the sunlight filtering in through the partially closed curtains, rainbows from the diamond fractals bouncing off the walls and ceiling each time your hand moves.

One of his arms is wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place while he curls the two fingers inside you, running them along the soft spot that’s making your legs tremble. 

You’re arching your back, grinding your hips against his tongue, eyes squeezed close as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter with each passing second.

He watches the way your stomach clenches each time he flicks his tongue over your clit, just the way he knows you like it, and feels the grip in his hair tighten as you try to push his face closer to your core for more stimulation.

And he does just that, because how could he deny you when you’ve been so good to him over the years, your lives falling in line with one another when you both least expected it.

He never thought his life would turn out this way, the two of you friends turned lovers, now engaged to be married. He never thought he’d take on a wife, or have a family of his own when he has the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

But here you are, chest heaving as you reach your climax, his name reverberating off your shared penthouse walls as you moan deliriously into the open space. The swells of your breast shine from the sunlight peeking into the bedroom, engulfing you in a halo of light so bright you look ethereal.

Satoru moans too, because you’re so sweet, he can never get enough, licking through your slick folds as he removes his fingers, placing a quick kiss on your pussy before sucking his finger clean.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath after such an intense release. Satoru lifts himself off the bed, placing a soft kiss on the plush skin of both your thighs before sucking and nipping at the skin on your hips, stomach, and through the valley of your breasts.

He settles himself between your legs, rolling his hips into yours. You gasp as his clothed cock nudges your sensitive clit causing him to chuckle. Tweaking and pinching one nipple with his fingers, he slips the other in his mouth, rolling this tongue over the hardened bud.

Satoru watches you with sparklingly blue eyes as you wriggle under him, moving your hips up to meet his.

“We’re going to be late for work,” you manage to gasp out.

He hums in acknowledgment not really caring one way or another if he’s late to his class, his students all know him well enough by now to be aware he’s never going to show up on time, a fact you’re painfully aware of too. Your students, however, are going to ask a million questions as to why you’re late.

“Really want me to hurry?” He asks, voice low, gravelly with need slipping his briefs down while turning you over so you’re on all fours, slapping your ass. You’re gripping the cashmere sheets below, he’s running his cock through your folds, circling your clit. He’s waiting for an answer, but all that’s coming out are broken whimpers.

“Maybe I should leave you like this,” he teases, reaching forward to encircle your clit gently, “dripping, waiting for me to come home tonight.”

“N-No,” you stutter out.

“Mm. Didn’t, nngh-” he moans, pushing in slowly until he’s fully sheathed, your round ass pressed to his hips, “didn’t think so.”

After rolling his hips a few times, letting you adjust to his length, he pulls back, snapping his hips into yours fucking into you with everything he has.

It doesn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess under him, it never does, with the way you’re so pliable, melting into his every touch. He’s always known, it seems, what makes you tick, all your spots that make you gasp, moan and tremble.

“Feels s’good.” Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, back in a severe arch, arms losing their will to hold you, his hands gripping so hard on your hips you know they’ll bruise.

Satoru smirks, pistoning his hips into you harder, faster, entranced by the way your ass jiggles each time he slams into you. Placing his hand between your shoulder blades and pushing down so your face is planted into the soft fabric of the sheets, ass up higher giving him a view of your other entrance.

“Oh my god,” you whine at the feeling of him being able to get deeper in this position, the tip of his cock just barely hitting your cervix with each thrust. It’s enough to leave an ache in the pit of your stomach, a delicious twinge that’s causing more slick to pool between your thighs.

The sound of moans, grunts, and sloppy wet slaps fills the open space. Satoru looks down, watching where you’re connected, the way his cock slides in and out, how you take him so well, arousal coating every inch of him; he just can’t get enough of you like this.

And fuck if you aren’t the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

He’s always thought that, even back when you were teenagers roaming the halls of Jujutsu Tech, back before you were his like you are today, with your brows knitted together, mouth agape with a small wet spot forming on the sheets below.

Just a little mess getting fucked within an inch of your life, that’s what you are.

“Look so good, baby,” Satoru groans, “doing so well, taking all of me.”

Satoru moves his hands from your hips, slapping your ass hard before rubbing small circles over the soft reddening skin. He moans at the sights, spreading your ass, giving him a perfect view of your other hole. 

He gathers saliva in his mouth before letting fall, causing you to jolt away when you feel the warmth pooling on your ass before dripping down.

“Nuh uh, baby,” he says in a teasing tone, using one hand to grip your hip tighter, holding you in place so you can’t wriggle away, “gonna make you feel so good.”

He presses his index finger to the rim of your entrance, pressing in slowly, listening to the way you moan at the additional pleasure. It’s music to his ears, all staccato, a little melody you play for only him.

Your velvety walls clench around him as he works both of your holes, his finger running along your walls until tears of pleasure are streaming from your eyes, down your cheek, and onto the cashmere.

Doing your best, you rut your hips back and wiggle your hips against Satoru’s cock and hand, meeting each of his thrusts.

“Let me hear you, baby. I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel so good.”

“Satoru, S’toru, S’toru,” you’re chanting until he reaches his other hand forward to press gently onto your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head before you even had a chance to expect the wave of pleasure you’re feeling wash over you.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, taking me so well,” he coos you through your orgasm, slowing his movements with his hands, his thrusts coming to a halt. “Lay down baby, on your stomach.”

He pulls out causing several embarrassing whimpers to leave your lips as you do what he’s asked, laying flat on your stomach as he spreads your legs wider with his knees. He slips back in easily, laying over top of you, his weight pinning you down on the bed.

“Wanna cum like this,” he says low in your ear as he kisses the spot below your ear that makes you gasp every time. He smiles into you as he runs his nose along your jaw, down your neck, and to your shoulders.

Satoru nips and sucks at the skin in each spot, leaving little love bites in his wake. He moves a hand under your stomach, feeling the outline of his thick cock before moving his hand lower, encircling your clit again.

“I’m gonna -oh fuck- I’m gonna cum,” he’s breathing heavily next to your ear, hot breath causing shivers to run down your spin, the knot in your stomach quickly forming again from the intimate position he’s put you in, “wanna fill you up, put a baby in you.”

You gasp at his words, pussy clenching around him like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth, “please.”

He leans up, placing a quick kiss on the center of your back before a guttural groan rips through his chest, his release painting your walls white. It’s enough for you to find your end too, loud cries and whimpers escaping your lips, muffled by the sheets and pillows.

You lay like this for several minutes, with Satoru overtop, still inside you, he runs his nose through your hair and kisses your neck and shoulders sweetly.

Eventually, he pulls out with a wince, rolling off the bed followed by a soft groan before kissing your forehead, walking into the bathroom, and turning on the hot water.

You’re curled on the bed, basking in the glow and warmth of the sun while he showers and gets ready for work, really not wanting to get up and do more than you have to now that you’ve been so thoroughly fucked, all before 8 a.m.

Sighing, you roll off the bed yourself, feet pitter-pattering on the mahogany hardwood floor as you make your way into the bathroom when Satoru comes out, towel on his waist, heading into the closet.

Walking in, you shield your eyes from the bright lights lining the large vanity mirror, housed around his and her sinks with marble countertops. The shower is large, clear glass looking into the brown tile that lines the wall and floor of the shower. There’s a touchscreen on the outside of the door which you use to turn on the rainfall shower head with hot water.

“Hey babe,” Satoru says, coming into the bathroom as he puts his black blindfold over his eyes, “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, love you,” you’re smiling, standing at the door of the shower before getting in, letting him place two soft kisses on your lips, “will you bring in the mail before you leave?”

Satoru smirks, cupping your face, pressing his lips to yours for a more passionate kiss, pulling away, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth playfully, “love you,” he whispers, running his thumb over your lip before vanishing into thin air.

“Jackass.” You’re muttering to yourself, pouting, because of course he didn’t do a mundane task, such as getting the mail.

The hot water runs over your skin, loosening your muscles as you stand, water droplets running down your face, twisting the engagement ring that’s been sitting on your finger for the last two and a half days.

Satoru took you out on Saturday night to one of the most expensive restaurants the city has to offer, something he enjoys doing on occasion when he has free time from work; being able to dote on you.

Afterward, he took you to Tokyo Tech where he said he had to pick up several things he had forgotten earlier in the week.

In reality, paper lanterns had been placed on the path leading to the courtyard between buildings, and fairy lights had been strung up in and around the trees. There was soft music playing and candles perched on every rock and hard surface around, flickering in the cool breeze.

You remember looking around and smiling at the romantic setup, laid out for just the two of you.

All of the students came out from one of the nearby buildings, Nanami included, and watched with small gasps, some with tears in their eyes as they watched Satoru get down on one knee and proclaim his love for you in front of everyone, stating the last three years had been the best of his life with you by his side.

You watched in shock and awe at all of the effort he had put into the night, with wide eyes, staring into Satoru’s twinkling cerulean gaze, waiting for your answer.

And of course you said yes, because what could possibly hold you back from marrying the man you love?

There was a little part of you that hoped when he proposed it would have been somewhere quiet, private, just the two of you to enjoy the time alone. But you’ll also cherish the memories you made that night, laughing and hugging your friends and students as they congratulated the two of you.

It’s not the direction you saw your life going by any means, especially when you were in high school.

Back then, Satoru was loud and rowdy and still is to a certain extent. You were also dating his best friend, Geto Suguru, at the time and really thought you would be spending your life in the arms of a raven-haired angel, rather than those belonging to a certain white-haired menace.

It was a shock, a cold hard reality you had to face when Satoru informed you of Suguru’s doing - how he massacred his family, whom you loved so dearly, along with one hundred and twelve non-sorcerers in a small village during his final mission at the school.

Your heart and soul shattered into a million pieces, right on the front steps of Tokyo Tech that day.

The days and months to come were exceedingly difficult as well, and you had to fight the urge to run off and be with Suguru on a daily basis. Most days you could be found laying on your bed, gripping the sheets, face planted into your pillow crying your eyes out.

Though Satoru was going through his own pain and suffering at the loss of his best friend, he would come and check in on you. Hold you close and let you cry into his shoulder, soaking the fabric of his shirt, as you’d gasp for air, trying to catch your breath.

You spend countless hours forced to see the higher-ups, explaining over and over how you knew nothing of Suguru’s plans, how you didn’t see this coming or expect it from him.

And it was true. In front of you, Suguru remained his calm, loving self. Holding you close, spending his nights with you, admiring and idolizing you every chance he got.

It took many months of self-reflection to come to the realization that Suguru had been losing weight due to his mental anguish, and not because he was working out more, as he had told you.

Realizing that as time went on after the Star Plasma mission, he was holding you closer than ever before, a little tighter each night until he could no longer hold on and chose to leave, uprooting your entire life in the process.

The shared trauma of unexpectedly losing your lover and best friend brought you and Satoru closer. He was, literally, your shoulder to cry on when you needed someone the most, ensuring he was there for you in a way he didn’t realize he needed to be for Suguru.

And in return, you made sure to be there for him when he struggled too; letting him rant and rave about the higher-ups, turning into his new moral compass as he was working to figure out who he is and what he wanted to be in the Jujutsu world, aside from the strongest.

Sometime over the years, you noticed when you would see him, your heart would beat a little faster, your hands were sweatier, and you cared more about how you presented yourself in front of him.

He also began to see you in a way he never had before. The way the dresses you would wear hugged your waist and draped over the curve of your hips, how your voice was more smooth and melodic than in your teenage years; realized he found he was at peace in your presence.

One day, the two of you were grabbing a bite to eat after work. He walked you home that night, something you thought was odd of him, usually choosing to part ways after dinner.

When you got to your apartment door, you turned to say good night, his crystalline eyes flickering between your eyes and lips before he pulled you into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto your waist, tongues tangling and gliding along one another until you both pulled away, out of breath.

And it was awkward.

Both of you felt as if you had just betrayed Suguru, even after years of him being gone, his presence still lingered between the two of you like a ton of bricks.

It took a little convincing on Satoru’s part, but shortly after your twentieth birthday, the two of you started dating.

Biting your lip, you sigh to yourself as you finish rinsing the conditioner from your hair and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your form after drying off.

You’re as quick as you can be when you do your normal morning routine of brushing your teeth, applying moisturizers, and doing your hair and makeup before going into the large shared closet and putting on your uniform.

Before you decide to leave, you grab the mail that has been piling up since the start of your weekend that your beloved husband-to-be failed to gather this morning.

Chewing on the side of your cheek, you flip through all of the junk mail, planning on throwing it out when an envelope with a similar aqua shade to Satoru’s eyes comes into view.

Oddly, it was sent to your old apartment address, which you opted to sell when moving in with Satoru a year into your relationship, but has since been forwarded on to the penthouse.

And the writing on it looks like your own.

Knitting your brows together, you open the top of the sleeve and pull out a white sheet of paper, it even has the same scent as the perfume you use, and there are traces of residual energy on it.

Opening the paper, you read through its contents, a gasp escaping your lips as you hold your hand up to your mouth, feeling the cool metal of your new engagement ring on your lips, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

. . . . .

Dear younger-self,

I know what you’re thinking, “What do you mean ‘younger self’? How is it possible to send a letter to myself from the future?” and the answer is simple. I met a curse user with the ability to send items into the past, at a specific period.

I know, I know, “How did you convince a curse user of all people to help you out?”

Over the years, I’ve picked up plenty of tricks from Satoru, along with several creative ways to threaten people into doing what I need from them. And if all else fails, all I have to do is mention Satoru’s name, and most sorcerers and curse users will do as asked, in fear of him.

There are limitations with cursed techniques such as that, as I’m sure you’re fully aware of at this point in your young life. The item had to be small, no larger than a book.

A letter seemed the most obvious choice, so I could provide you with the details of my life, and the decisions I made, so it could potentially help you when you get to those turning points in your own life.

By the time you receive this letter, Satoru will have been changing over the years. No longer the cocky kid from high school, but rather a strong, confident, handsome, young man (as if he wasn't always that way), who’s beginning to show interest in you.

Our feelings for one another blossomed as we spent time with one another, without the presence of Suguru between us, however, when we first kissed, there were still lingering feelings of betrayal that manifested.

Despite that, I moved forward, into a relationship with Satoru and I wish now in my life I would have taken more time to think about what I truly wanted and needed in the future, not just in the moment.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve absolutely loved the life I’ve been able to live by Satoru’s side, and I love Satoru with every fiber of my being.

We’ve had many good years together, our wedding day and honeymoon are memories I hope to never forget as I grow into old age. Being surrounded by those we love and hold dear to our hearts has been an important aspect of our relationship and growing alongside one another.

Of course, like every relationship, we’ve faced our fair share of challenges. After marriage, we learned we were both more forgiving of the other's quirks and unreasonableness while dating.

It was as if we thought as soon as we got married, those things that bothered us wouldn’t exist anymore, which of course wasn’t the case. It seems so silly, looking back on those early arguments now, having learned along the way that communication was the key to our success. 

And how could I forget the time he got himself trapped in Shibuya, relying solely on his students and friends to rescue him?

Despite this, despite knowing what the future will bring for you, I still wish when I was at that turning point in my life, I had made a different decision. I wish, rather than accepting that first date with Satoru, while my heart was still bleeding for Suguru, I would have told him I needed more time to sort things out. 

And maybe then, I would have turned away and never looked back.

Because even after all this time, after everything the future holds, nothing on this planet will ever compare to the love I still hold for Suguru, even after all this time.

I can see myself rolling my eyes after reading this letter, crumpling it up, and throwing it away in anguish from the facts I’ve stated.

You’re going to be questioning if this letter is really from your future self, and how will you ever truly know that is the case?

There are so many things that happened during my time together at Jujutsu Tech. Some of my personal favorites consist of the dinners Suguru and I would cook in the dining halls when Satoru would be out on missions alone. We would cook noodles, play music, and slow dance without interruption since Ijichi and Nanami would stay cooped up in their rooms.

The times Suguru and I would sneak out of the dorms during summer, being caught by Haibara once and convincing him not to tell, just so we could walk along the moonlit beaches near Tokyo, sitting in each other’s arms watching the sunrise, just to have a little more time together before parting ways to your own classes and missions.

I hope for your sake, you can make the decision that will make you the happiest. One you won’t come to lament over time

@s-witch-bitch @watyousayin @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @ritsatoru @faewithsnakes @lex-dear @hvziers @babybae-shisui @saiewithakatana @yihona-san06 @shartnart1 @lilith412426

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NSFW Gojo Week (3)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Satoru has always had a fantasy about fucking you in his office in nothing but a barely there lingerie set. Today, you make his dreams come true.

cw: established relationship, lingerie, body worship, semi-public sex, oral sex, face-fucking, getting walked in on

an: it's my birthday y'all 🥳

words: 2.1k

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Walking down the halls of Jujutsu Tech, your white heels click against the hardwood floor. You texted your husband this morning to see if he had time to get lunch with you later today, telling him there were some things you wanted to discuss and that you would meet him in his office before heading out.

Satoru has always had this fantasy, of you coming to see him at work with nothing but a little, silk lingerie set, letting him fuck you until you’re both sore in his office.

Today, you decided to be a nice, loving, and gracious wife because when you were shopping in Tokyo the other day, you saw a gorgeous silky, soft, snow-white lingerie set on a mannequin in the window of a lingerie store, and you just knew Satoru would love it.

Despite the price you bought two sets, knowing how your husband is. Wild, brazen, and unabashed when you wear something new for him, especially when it’s a surprise. The first one would be torn off, the barely there fabric ripped into scraps and discarded on the floor. The second might make it through the night when you inevitably wear it for him again.

You knock on his office door before opening it and peeking in, Hey, I’m here.”

He looks up from his desk, and to your surprise, he actually appears to be working on something. Knowing him, he probably got up to something with the students earlier in the day and heard an earful from Principal Yaga.

Satoru smiles when he sees you before quirking an eyebrow at your attire, “A little warm for a trench coat, don’t you think?”

Of course, you didn’t want to walk through the halls of the school almost completely naked, so before you left the penthouse you threw on the longest coat you could find in an effort to cover yourself until you were in the safety of his office. When you’re finished with your little surprise, he can just bring you back home in a heartbeat.

“I was cold, plus we won’t be out long anyway.”

He nods slowly with furrowed brows before shaking his head slightly, “Alright. Let me finish what I’m doing and then we can head out.”

You watch quietly as Satoru turns his attention to the cabinets behind his desk to file a few of his reports away, grabbing another folder and turning back around.

“So what were you wanting to disc-”

Satoru stares at you with wide eyes, mouth agape as the papers from the folder he just grabbed fall to the floor, “holy shit…”

When Satoru turned around, you removed the coat and locked his office door. Now you stand in front of him in a white lacy cage bra and thong set with matching stockings held up by garters. He looks you up and down as you slowly make your way toward him, hips swaying with each step.

You’re sure this is the quietest Satoru has ever been in his entire life as you place your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him to the best of your abilities. As you place a few kisses along his jaw and nibble his ear, your heart sinks a little, wondering if you somehow got it wrong, and this isn’t what he envisioned.

“Is this okay? I can change if-”

“No. No, no, no, no,” He says quickly, breathlessly, “This is amazing. You just took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting… this.” He gestures to your outfit.

Biting your lip, you giggle, “I just got it the other day, but I’ve wanted to show it to you so many times.”

“Jesus… Stand up, I need to just look at you for a minute. Fuck.”

You can sense he’s having a hard time holding back his excitement as you move off his lap. He removes his blindfold before closing the blinds of his office while you make your way to the center of the room.

He licks his lips and snakes his lip between his teeth as he moves slowly around you, taking in the sight of the outfit you’re wearing just for him. He had mentioned a few times that he found strappy lingerie almost intoxicating when you discussed your fantasies, and there was no way you could pass this one up.

As he makes his way around, he gently bites one of his knuckles in anticipation which makes you laugh before he cups your face, giving you several gentle kisses before whispering, “We’re not making it to lunch.”

“It’s crazy how lunch was never on the menu.”

“For you. I plan on eating out,” He grins salaciously making you scrunch your nose and roll your eyes.

“Don’t be gross.” You smack his chest playfully.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’m just excited…”

You chuckle, rubbing your hand on the front of Satoru’s slacks feeling how already painfully hard he is just by looking at you. He lets out a few soft groans as you push him back to where his chair is, “I can tell.”

Satoru watches as you swiftly unbuckle his belt before cupping your face, giving several deep kisses where your tongues dance together as his slacks fall to the floor, and his briefs will soon follow suit.

He moves his licks and kisses across your jaw, whispering, “You look perfect,” causing your cheeks to flush, and look away from him shyly. He chuckles as you clear your throat, biting your lower lip and pushing him down onto his chair.

“Sit back and relax. This is all about you.”

“And why is this all about me?”

You shrug, “Felt like it. Wanted to show you appreciation for being such an amazing-”

“Hm.” He hums in affirmation as you kiss his lips between words.

“Caring-”

“Mhm.”

“Loving, husband.”

You give him a deep, sensual kiss, tugging on his lower lip as you pull away, and trail several kisses down his neck until you meet the fabric of his uniform. Lowering to your knees, you lift his shirt and tell him to hold it up, he does with a grin.

Satoru shudders in anticipation as you kiss along his abdominal muscles, making your way to the ‘v’ at his hips, giving one side a gentle lick. Moving one hand to his balls, you caress them, eliciting a soft moan from Satoru as he leans his head back in the chair, eyes still intently watching your every move.

On his thigh, you bite down, sucking a small red mark to his surprise, making him gasp. He chuckles quietly, knowing you just did that to him because of all the times he’s done it when he’s teasing you to no end.

He sighs, moving one hand to stroke your hair as you grab the base of his cock and stroke gently before putting the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around.

Normally, you would take some extra time and tease him a little longer, but you’re not really sure how much time you’re realistically going to get here in his office.

“Baby?” Satoru mutters, watching as you hollow your cheeks, flicking your tongue over the tip of his cock before giving a few short, shallow bobs, “Think you can take it all?”

He sounds desperate, voice huskier than usual, almost pleading for you to say yes.

You hum, working slowly to take him deeper into the warmth of your mouth, towards the back of your throat.

He places his hand on the back of your head, guiding you, gently, deeper and deeper until your pretty throat is bulging from taking all of him, and your nose is pressed neatly to his groin.

“Goddamn, you look so good,” he moans, throwing his head back as you pull back and swirl your tongue on the tip again.

You stare up at him through your long lashes, humming against him, sending vibrations along the underside of his cock, feeling it twitch in your mouth as you do so.

“R-Relax your throat, baby, relax your throat,” he says hurriedly, “Wanna f-fuck your face. Just for a second.”

You have just enough time to do so before he pushes your head further onto his cock, bucking his hips into you wildly. You choke and gag with each thrust, every time he forces you to take the length of his cock, but you love it.

He’s close, you can tell, with the way his cock twitches at the back of your throat and the way his thighs are shaking on either side of you. Satoru lets go of the back of your head, with your insistence, allowing you to release his cock with a ‘pop’, working on catching your breath.

His hips seem to have a mind of their own, following you as you sit back, his ass off the seat whimpering at the loss of your warmth.

Slowly, you start to lower yourself on his length again. He sucks in a breath between his teeth just as there’s a knock at his office door, startling you both.

“Shit,” He whispers, helping you move under his desk, hoping whoever it is doesn’t notice your shoes underneath.

He rolls his chair in enough so whoever it is doesn’t catch him with his pants down, literally.

“Yeah?” He says breathlessly, leaning forward slightly as you continue to slowly stroke his cock gently.

“Satoru, where are those reports I asked for?” Yaga opens the door, immediately chastising him. You chuckle quietly under the desk and feel him move his leg, as a way to tell you to quiet down.

“I’m working on them,” He answers taking a deep breath. Just to be a brat, you move deeper between his legs and kiss the sensitive tip of his cock, making it twitch.

As you lick the underside of his cock, he moves a hand under his desk, cupping your face. You know he’s wanting you to stop, but you’re not going to. So you kiss the palm of his hand and go back to licking the tip of his cock gently.

Yaga grunts at Satoru’s answer before pointing out, “There are papers on the floor.”

“And my blinds are closed. I have a headache. I’ll have them finished by the end of the day.”

Yaga is quiet for a moment, but grunts and goes to leave the room.

“Close the door, p-please,” Satoru says in a higher pitch than he likely meant, as you take him to the back of your throat once again.

You can hear Yaga’s footsteps stop and you can imagine he’s scrutinizing Satoru before nodding, stepping out of the room, and closing the door behind him.

“Jesus,” Satoru sighs, leaning back as you swallow around him. His dick twitches in your mouth and you know if you keep this up, he’s not going to last much longer. He’s too worked up about this outfit and having fun in his office.

“That…” He chuckles, running his hand through his hair, “That was not fair.”

He’s watching you with parted lips, running his hand through your hair while lifting his shirt again, so it’s not in the way.

“Baby,” You say with a quiet saccharine voice, “Show me how you like it again.”

His eyes grow wide and bright, quickly digging his hands back into your hair and forcing you down to the hilt as you moan around him.

Satoru’s cock is slick with saliva and you know the sounds you’re making are driving him wild because the grip on your hair has tightened and he’s picked up the pace, moaning alongside you.

Looking up through your lashes, you can see his pink cheeks, parted lips, and so much enjoyment in his eyes as he thrusts his hips up to your mouth.

“I’m close, baby, so c-close,” He mumbles as you hollow your cheeks again and he forces your head down his length, holding you in this position until he releases his warm seed down your throat with a loud groan; white hot ropes spurting out as you swallow, making sure not to waste even a drop.

Once he’s done, and loosens his grip, you lick against him, cleaning him off before standing up. You watch as his chest rises and falls with half-lidded eyes like he just sprinted a very long, very dirty marathon.

“Love that the strongest sorcerer is putty in my hands… well, mouth, really,” You tease, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss where he’s sure to taste himself on your tongue, “See you tonight, babe.”

Your original plan was to have Satoru warp you back home quickly, but with the way he’s not saying anything and still breathing heavily, you’ll let him relax and spend the rest of his day thinking about the events that just took place in his office.

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Beautiful Disaster (12)

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12 | Okinawa

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

The group takes a trip to Okinawa

words: 3.8k

AN: Hey guys! Not sure if anyone is even reading this story anymore, but I fell of the face of the planet for a while, sorry about that. Things IRL were crazy with work and my personal life, and I just didn't have it in me to write anything. I actually had this chapter already done but forgot to post it here. It was posted on wattpad and Ao3 previously.

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March 2012

You’re running late - class got out late, and then you wanted to go back to your dorm to take a quick shower. You would normally just do that at his place, but you also needed to finish packing a few items for your weekend getaway.

Satoru was able to talk his parents into letting him use their vacation home in Okinawa. Apparently, they have a few to choose from, but the beaches are supposed to be amazing and it’s close enough that you can go there for the weekend without having to spend too much time traveling back and forth.

From what you’ve gathered, this is a trip Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and Utahime plan every year. They were partying and hanging out one night, and spur of the moment Satoru wanted to get away and have some fun elsewhere so they jumped on a plane and spent the weekend there.

It’s a little cold this time of year, but you guys will make the most of it nonetheless. It’ll be nice, getting away, spending a relaxing weekend with your boyfriend and closest friends, not having to worry about school or anything else getting in the way.

When you walk into the off-campus house, your eyes immediately land on Satoru, leaning against the wall with his little round sunglasses covering his eyes. He turns and smiles as you walk over, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a soft peck on the lips.

You apologize for being late, but nobody seems to mind. It’s still early enough in the day that when you arrive in Okinawa everyone will have a chance to unpack and relax before heading to bed.

While everyone does a few last-minute checks to make sure they have everything they need, you hear a crisp high-pitched laugh come from the kitchen that makes your skin crawl.

Your eyes lock with Satoru’s while kissing your teeth in automatic annoyance.

“Oh boy,” Utahime sighs heavily as you wait for an explanation as to why Mei is walking into the living room with her suitcase in tow.

“Dude… You didn’t tell her Mei was coming?” Suguru states grimly before you have a chance to say anything.

You tilt your head to the side, incredibly annoyed, “You knew she was coming and didn’t say anything?”

Satoru shrugs, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Sukuna invited her, not me.”

Your unamused expression is obvious as you quirk your eyebrow and glare at Sukuna from across the room. He grins, sharp canines on full display as he laughs quietly to himself, mischief in his eyes.

Fucker.

An irritated sigh leaves your lips but you decide to let it go. You were hoping to have a good weekend with your friends, and you’re still determined to do that, despite this little … hiccup.

The plus of dating someone who comes from an incredibly rich family, means there are times when you get to reap the benefits of his families hard earned money.

Case in point: taking their private jet to Okinawa.

And how could you possibly complain when being showered with complimentary champagne, spacious seating, and plenty of time to start your relaxing weekend?

Even Mei was bearable. But that’s mostly because she was tucked away at the back of the plane with Sukuna.

As expected, the Gojo’s vacation home - more of an estate really - is massive. The front is covered is lush, green grass with small areas of sand around a stone path that leads to the house - the front is covered with large, floor-to-ceiling windows to allow plenty of light.

The back is all white sand with a large pool - a hut off to the side with a hot tub, and another brick path that leads out to a dock with the ocean at your disposal. The water is so clean and beautiful here. Not as pretty as Satoru’s eyes, but a close second.

Inside the house is just as grand, with marble flooring, a huge kitchen with the latest appliances, and not a speck of dust in sight - it’s as if they have someone clean it, even though they don’t come here very often.

There are also more rooms than you know what to do with - enough space for everyone to have their own space without having to worry about sharing. Unless they choose to.

After deciding rooms - from which Sukuna and Mei don’t reappear, you leave Shoko, Utahime, and Suguru to their own devices, following Satoru down to the beach - only after promising to get into the hot tub with the girls tomorrow and spend time with them.

Tonight you’re spending the evening with Satoru.

He looks happy here, truly at peace. More than you’ve ever seen as he stands on the beach, sand between his toes, staring off into the wonders of the sea.

It’s reminiscent of the little beach he brought you to on your first date. Only this time there are no surfboards. He admitted, not long after you started officially dating, that he only used that as an excuse to touch you.

Dipping your toe in the cool water, a shiver runs through your spine moments before you’re splashed, head to toe, by salty freezing water.

Glaring at Satoru, he grins playfully before splashing you again and running into the ocean without a care in the world.

“Oh, you asshole!”

You run after him, laughing until he dives into the water. Huffing, you continue going out to where he submerged, legs kicking you out to see before yelping when large arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into that familiar hard chest.

“You really are a dickhead, you know that?” You’re not too upset, clearly, with the way your legs automatically wrap around his waist, his hands on your ass holding you in place.

He grins mischievously, “I’ll let you give my dick head, baby.”

“Don’t be gross.” You splash him gently with water before his lips connect with yours, and your arms wrap gently around his neck.

He pulls away to run his nose down the length of yours, causing you to sigh at the loss of contact before he’s back to nibbling your lower lip and kissing along your jaw.

Satoru is more loving than you ever could have imagined, especially after spilling your heart and telling him what happened between you and your mother. There was a part of you that was afraid he would think you’re too much of a mess, and wouldn’t want to deal with that part of your life.

But he’s proven you wrong. And this new direction your relationship has taken has made you really truly happy. You haven’t told him - or anyone really - but there have been thoughts lately that you can see yourself by his side for the rest of your life.

After what feels like forever, with kiss-swollen lips and pruney fingers from being out in the ocean, you make your way back to land. Shoko is there, smoking a cigarette and lying on one of the beach chairs.

Your cheeks heat because you didn’t realize she had made her way out here, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered. She does, however, hand you your phone and you eye is suspiciously wondering why she has it.

She shrugs, like she knows what you’re thinking, “Thought you’d want some pics. The sun was setting. You know, romance and all that.”

Shoko waves her hand in the direction of the ocean and you see what she means. The sun has started setting, and the pink, red, and purple hues from the sunset cast over the ocean.

“Wow,” you breathe, flipping through the few photos she took, “These are beautiful.”

Satoru lays his arms over your shoulders, looking at the pictures from over top your head, “Send me that one.”

You smile and do as he asks - you have your arm wrapped around his neck, foreheads pressed together, and smiling with the colors from the sunset in the background. It’s the perfect picture.

“I thought you said you were going to stop smoking,” Utahime scolds, startling all three of you. She’s marching towards Shoko with a fierce expression, Suguru walking behind her with his hands in his pockets, a small smile on his lips.

Satoru chuckles, kissing your forehead, and lacing his fingers with yours. 

“We’ll… See you guys tomorrow.” He says, flashing his eyebrows at his friends before Utahime can continue her argument with Shoko.

Your cheeks flame immediately, giggling as you awkwardly wave to them. They mutter half-hearted good nights, not really paying attention to either of you.

The weekend is peaceful - spending the day exploring around the estate, going to the ocean and swimming, laying out reading and just having quality time with your friends.

Mostly.

Mei is still around but hasn’t shown up a lot, off doing her own this with Sukuna. Which is a weird thought, the two of them together, but to each their own. And at any rate, you’re happy she’s not hanging around and overstaying her welcome.

By evening the two of them are hanging out in the kitchen when the rest of you come inside from lounging at the beach. You don’t acknowledge either of them - annoyed, yet not surprised - Sukuna would invite Mei just to piss you off.

Wrapping your arms around Satoru, you hold him close as he places his hand loosely around your shoulder, talking with Suguru. You’re not paying much attention as you flash your eyebrows to Shoko and purse your lips, the awkwardness of the unwanted guests - at least unwanted to you - setting in the space.

Shoko gasps, causing everyone's attention to fall on her, “We should play a game!”

Everyone chuckles at the slight slur of her words - she’s been nursing several beers and a few mixed drinks all day, taking full advantage of her absence from clinicals or work.

“What’d you have in mind?” Suguru asks, laughing when Shoko lifts her empty beer bottle in the air.

“Spin the bottle.” Shoko grins like it’s the best idea in the world while you roll your eyes.

Everyone agrees to appease her drunken state, moving into the living room, moving chairs, and getting comfortable around the coffee table.

“Alright, if you don’t kiss the person the bottle lands on,” Shoko announces, pointing her index finger in your direction, “Then you have to drink.”

You purse your lips. You know why she decided to point at you, and only you when making this announcement, but you really didn’t need the direct call out. Sure, everyone would assume it’s because of you but this was just unnecessary.

A sigh leaves your lips as you nod once, letting it go. Shoko’s drunk and you’re sure she didn’t intentionally mean it to come across like that.

During the game Shoko and Suguru kiss, Satoru and Suguru (causing several giggles), Mei and Sukuna. Utahime’s spin lands on Satoru - he grins at her boyishly but she makes a disgruntled face, opting to drink.

Not that you would have cared - you know Utahime can barely stand him and even if they did, or even Shoko kissed him - it wouldn’t have meant anything between them.

When Satoru leans forward and spins the bottle, it lands on Mei to your annoyance. She smiles, moving from her spot on the couch, closer to Satoru across the table. You glare at Sakuna who smiles wickedly, smoking his cigarette before passing it to Shoko.

When Satoru doesn’t reach for his cup, you hand him yours. He raises an eyebrow like the cup has personally offended him in some way, “What’s that for?”

“To drink?” You explain slowly, “Since you’re passing.”

He scoffs, narrowing his eyes, “It’s just a kiss. In a game everyone wanted to play.”

“And there was an added rule if you don’t want to do the kiss, you drink.”

Your heart is racing, jaw clenched as you stare each other down. Part of you wonders if you’re being unreasonable right now. It’s a game, and to his point, everyone did agree to play. But if Choso were here, and you spun and it landed on him, you would have skipped in a heartbeat knowing Satoru doesn’t like your dynamic.

Hell, you were planning on skipping if it landed on Sukuna or Suguru too… and Mei.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, shaking your head slightly, defeated because you don’t want to argue right now and ruin everyone’s good time, even though you know it’s already happening.

“Fine,” You wave your hand in his direction, “Do what you want.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, grabbing the cup and downing all of his contents while his eyes bore into you, glaring.

“Maybe we… should head to the hot tub?” Suguru suggests, eyes flickering between you and Satoru.

“Ooh, yeah!” Shoko perks up, eyes bright after watching the scene in front of her.

You don’t reply, going back to your room to change and cool off for a few minutes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Satoru appears but doesn’t speak. You can feel the tension rolling off him as he grabs his swim trunks and goes into the bathroom - away from you - to change before leaving the room.

There’s a part of you that doesn’t want to go back out there, and just stay in the room until you leave tomorrow. But at the same time, you do want to get into the hot tub one last time, forget about the stupid, childish game, and just move on.

When you come out of hiding and go to the hot tub, everyone is chatting happily. Satoru, still annoyed you can tell, helps you step into the water without falling and pulls you into his lap, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You listen to the many conversations happening - Suguru and Satoru talking, one of his hands running up and down the length of your leg, the tension slowly dissipating. Utahime and Shoko are talking about their work schedules and the classes they have coming up during the next semester.

Mei sits next to Sukuna, whose long arms are wrapped around the back of the hot tub. He has more tattoos than you realized. Not only on his face but on his chest, back, biceps, and wrists.

You’re about to ask Sukuna if they mean anything or if they’re religious - satanic being your first guess, or ritualistic in some way when Mei’s sharp voice cuts through your thoughts about Sukuna and wondering if he sacrifices puppies - you wouldn’t be shocked knowing him.

“Satoru. I’m so excited for Bora Bora this summer.”

Your brows furrow and jaw clenches, and not just because, to you, her voice is as grating as nails on a chalkboard.

Satoru nods, but you cut in before he has a chance to say anything, “You’re going on vacation… together?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “Apparently. Mom started planning it after Winter break.”

“And your families are going together?” You clarify.

“Yeah. Several of Dad’s closest business partners are going.”

“Okay…” You exhale slowly, “How long will you be gone?”

Satoru shrugs again, “Not sure. Maybe a month? The details aren’t finalized yet.”

Kissing your teeth, you stare at him, bewildered for a moment. The earlier… disagreement causing your heart to ache and being told a vacation with Mei’s family has been in the works for months without anyone mentioning it to you.

And you know why Mei brought it up.

“Were you going to tell me? Or maybe you were planning on ghosting me again.”

You go to move, not wanting to sit on his lap any longer, but his grip on your waist halts your movements.

“I’m telling you now.”

A short, unamused scoff comes out, “You’re only saying it now because Mei brought it up in front of me.”

He sighs, frustrated, “Yes, I was planning to tell you. I’ve been trying to talk Mom into letting you come, but she’s been adamant about it only being business partners and their families.”

“Of course she is. I’m not good enough for her precious image.”

“And,” Satoru interjects, “I wasn’t sure if your mom would let you come.”

This time you successfully wriggle out of his lap and get out of the hot tub, “That’s a lie and you know it. Mom doesn’t give a shit as long as I tell her where I’m at and call her once a week.”

“Where are you going?” Satoru asks, watching you wrap a towel around your frame and head inside.

“Bed. I’ve been humiliated enough for the night.”

You can hear Satoru sigh heavily before Mei says just loud enough for you to hear, “Isn’t it tiresome having to chase after her every time she gets a little upset or something doesn’t go her way?”

You don’t stick around to hear Satoru’s answer. So annoyed you don’t care, or afraid of what he might say, you’re not entirely sure at the moment.

Satoru doesn’t come after you, which you’re partially thankful for. You need some time to yourself.

He’s been so adamant things are over between them, and you want to believe him so badly, but things keep happening to pull them back together.

Their families are business partners, there’s no getting around that. And it’s not like you can ask his dad to just stop that - that would be insane. They’re going to be around each other, a lot, whether you like it or not.

His mom is clearly pushing them to be together - probably wanting to merge their business or expand their support. Things only the filthy rich think about - marrying their children off like that for more growth in the business world.

Maybe it is supposed to be them together - Satoru and Mei. Maybe you’re the one getting in the way of their happily ever after. After all, she did come first in terms of romantic interest.

Despite what Satoru says, there had to be some sort of attraction between them for him to stick around. He wouldn’t do that only for his mom’s sake, you don’t think at least.

But you also don’t bring anything of real value to the table - in terms of familial ties. You’re not rich, your family has nothing to offer him, and yet he still insists you’re the one he wants to be with, despite Mei’s best efforts.

And maybe you need to look at things from his point of view - he and Mei grew up together, and yes, they have a history with one another. Nothing you do or say will ever stop that being a fact. Maybe you just need to put up with it and deal with the hardships and the families pushing them together until you’ve graduated and can move on.

But that presents other issues. If you and Satoru are still together, once he finishes law school, is guaranteed he’ll be working at his dad’s firm, so they’ll still likely be around each other.

You groan, pulling at your hair slightly in frustration before running your palms down your face as the bedroom door opens and closes quietly.

Satoru sighs, the bed dipping under his weight. He’s leaning forward, his forearms on his knees as he speaks calmly, “You know if I wanted to still be with Mei, I would be.” He watches you through the corner of his eye, “Why are you so insecure around her?”

You think about it for a moment, chewing on your cheek, “She’s beautiful, and-”

“You’re gorgeous,” he interrupts.

Normally your heart would flutter at his words but instead, your lips form a straight line before continuing, “She’s rich and her family means something to yours. It’s painfully obvious she wants you back, and she’s willing to do anything to break us up. You act like a different person when she’s around - and when there’s an argument or I bring up the fact that I don’t like her, you continue to say the same things: that nothing is going on, rather than hearing me out. You take her side over mine. It’s like… you’re ashamed of me.”

“I’m not. At all.” He says quickly, “And there isn’t anything going on. It doesn’t matter if you think she’s trying to break us up -”

“God. This! I mean, do you even listen when you talk to me? I just want to rip out my hair and scream sometimes because of you.”

Satoru raises his eyebrows, before asking incredulously, “Because of me?”

“Yes! All you do is defend her and tell me I should just deal with the shit she says or the fact that she’s trying to weasel her way in between us. But my boyfriend won't fucking do that, because everything is just my problem to deal with on my own.”

“That’s not what I said at all. Jesus, you’re so dramatic, about everything.” He stands, taking several steps away from you and leaning against the wall.

You stare at him, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re right,” you resign, trying to not let the tears escape and failing, “Clearly, I’m the problem, not her. You can just… go do what you want. I won’t stop you anymore.

“Are you serious?” He asks in disbelief as you stand, gathering your belongings, but you don’t reply.

It’s quiet in the room, aside from a few sniffles you can’t help. When you make your way to the bathroom to gather your toiletries, Satoru’s hand grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Stop. We’re not doing this,” He motions between the two of you. “You’re not leaving, or breaking up with me, or whatever it is you’re trying to do right now. If I wanted to be with Mei, or anyone else, I would be. But I’m not, I’m with you. Okay?”

A few stray tears stream down your cheek as you look off to the side, anywhere but him while whispering, “Sometimes it’s hard to tell.”

Gently, he reaches out and grabs your cheeks, forcing your face up, “Look at me,” he says quietly.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly let your eyes meet his ocean-blue ones as he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, wiping away the few stray tears, “I love you, okay?”

Swallowing thickly, you nod your head a few times, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before his lips meet yours.

Your heart still feels heavy, despite his words. They used to make you feel better, but it’s just the same thing over and over again.

At the start of the weekend, you thought you’d be happy spending your life by Satoru’s side - but now you wonder how much longer you can keep this up. The same pain and heartache on repeat with no real changes.

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In Another Life (3)

Chapter 2 • series masterlist • chapter 4

3 | Heaven & Sin

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

an unexpected guest arrives at your engagement party

Words: 4.2k

cw: cheating, infidelity, fingering, vaginal sex, geto being an ass, slight dacryphilia, breeding, rough sex, cream pie

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The white silk sheets are strewn across your bed, sunlight filtering in through the curtains you’ve already opened, to your fiancé’s dismay.

The light is warm and bright as a beam reflects onto the sheets making the room appear even brighter.

“Rise and shine!” You chirp cheerfully before poking Satoru in the side causing his brows to knit together as he flinches away from you.

You’re trying to be as annoying as possible. A lovely habit you’ve picked up from the man who’s laying half-naked in bed next to you.

Satoru groans loudly, squeezing his eyes closed as he turns his head in the opposite direction of you, burying his face under his pillow.

“Satoru, please.”

You’re pouting now as you shuffle across the bed to pull the pillow out from under him, “it’s my day off, I want to sleep in,” he whines.

You lean down to place a few soft kisses on his shoulder, except you’re stopped just short, unable to make contact with his skin.

A very dramatic gasp leaves your lips, “Gojo Satoru, you’d better turn your Infinity off right now.”

He takes a deep breath before exhaling with an equally dramatic “hmph,” but he does as you’ve asked so you place several kisses on his sinewy shoulders watching as goosebumps form on the surface of his skin when you trail a few more down the center of his back.

Moving over on the bed, you straddle his hips, rubbing your hands on his solid back giving a gentle massage to his shoulders, down the center of his spine before rocking your hips side to side playfully.

“There’s gonna be cake tasting.”

He grunts in response.

“And… I’ll reward you later.”

One of his eyes flutters open, looking at you through the corner, the rest of his face pressed into the pillow.

“Reward me how?”

You bite your lip as you smirk knowing he’s going to give in, “However you want.”

Satoru stifles a yawn while you lift your hips, letting him roll over so you can feel his hardened cock when he grabs you by the hips, forcing you back down onto his lap.

He narrows his eyes at you, looking over your features with his six eyes, something he’s been doing more and more over the last two weeks, “You okay? You’ve been needier than usual.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smile and chuckle awkwardly, hoping he hasn’t noticed your increased heart rate at his question. This isn’t the first time he’s brought up a difference in the way you’re acting, since you secretly ran off to visit your ex.

You’ve been trying your best to act as if seeing Suguru hasn’t affected you, but it’s clear it has. What you’ve been trying to do is move past it, not let your thoughts drift back to him, to what could have been if he only stayed.

Or if you had abandoned being a sorcerer along with him.

Pushing those thoughts aside, because you should be living in the now. Gently, you run your nails across Satoru’s abdominals before sensually, slowly palming his cock overtop his briefs.

“You know our party’s in a few days, so you can bully the shopkeepers into getting what we want on such short notice.”

You’ve been hard at work calling catering places, choosing fabric, arguing with Satoru’s clan on how non-traditional you both want your wedding to be, on top of working and going on missions; getting the dessert for your upcoming engagement party has been, unfortunately, last on your list and it slipped your mind.

He rolls his eyes, “You know I’ll just end up bribing them with money.”

“Mhm. But you can be mean about it.”

Satoru adjusts the pillows behind him before folding his arms behind his head watching you through half-lidded eyes, “Fine, but I want a reward now too.”

You click your tongue, “A reward when we haven’t even gone out yet? Greedy.”

“One now, for agreeing to go on my day off, and another later for being your charming, handsome fiancé.”

You giggle while rolling your eyes, mumbling a quiet “fine,” as you lean down to kiss him on his lips. He tastes sweet as always, moving his lips lazily with yours, waiting for you to get to it.

Satoru lets out a faint, content sigh when you move to his neck, sucking a small red mark at the base before licking and kissing your way down his chest and stomach.

“Go ahead baby,” he murmurs when you look up at him through thick lashes as you teasingly play with the waistband of his briefs.

He smirks, moving a hand down to cup your jaw before threading his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to move lower, “you can take it all, yeah?”

The sound of spoons clinking against champagne glasses fills the engagement party venue.

There are gold and white balloons all around the modern building, streamers in the same blue color as Satoru’s eyes strung up around the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Lights and dimly lit candles fill the space giving an intimate feel to the night.

The space is large and open, with plenty of windows to see out into the beautiful gardens. You and Satoru got to the venue early because you wanted to take the time to view the scenery and walk around to see the beautiful plants and flowers before the celebration started.

Your friends helped decorate, Shoko and Utahime being more than amazing in helping ensure every single decoration is in its spot, and nothing is out of place. Satoru was also successful in threatening a few shop owners on your day out, guaranteeing the deserts he picked would arrive on time and just how he wanted them.

Satoru’s in a baby blue dress shirt, with black slacks and a sleek black belt, his arm is around your waist, where it’s been most of the night, holding you close as you talk and laugh with family and close friends. You’ve opted for a dress that fits your frame, accentuating your curves in all the right places, and paired it with matching heels.

The party is larger than you anticipated, the Gojo clan having more of a say in who gets invited than you thought. Satoru of course didn’t complain - loves to be the center of attention and he loves to show you off whenever he gets the chance.

You were just hoping for more of an intimate affair, both your parents and close friends, maybe a few close cousins, and co-workers.

But, rather than getting what you wanted, you’re now walking around greeting older members from the three major clans, who you’ll never remember the name of.

The matrons of the Gojo clan have already asked multiple times when the two of you plan on having children, hoping you’ll have several to carry on the clan’s legacy, while the matrons from the other two make snide remarks about how their bloodlines are superior.

It’s all been wonderful and totally not stressful at all.

Satoru has been amazing, knowing you weren’t totally happy with decisions that have been forced by his clan, but he’s talked you through it, reminding you this is the life that you chose when agreeing to marry him.

He also reminded you that when you’re the matriarch, you will have a lot more say in the inner workings and these types of conversations and decisions than you do today.

They’re pushing for you to get married quickly even though you want to take your time and enjoy the ride. To them, it’s a disgrace their clan head isn’t married at twenty-three which makes you roll your eyes every time they bring it up.

Satoru leans down, placing a kiss on your lips that’s just a little too long to be chaste, but not enough for him to be reprimanded by his clan in front of everyone.

You’ve decided in the last few weeks that the letter that was sent was pointless. Even if it was from you in the future, you’re perfectly happy with where you are today, standing side by side with Satoru, ready to walk through life by his side.

This is where you belong.

Suguru made that decision for you when he chose to abandon you, change the course of his own history and follow misguided notions.

Suguru is your past, and Satoru is your future.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, at least.

Despite your annoyance with the number of attendees, the night has been filled with speeches dedicated to the two of you and the love you’ve shared over the years, fond stories and memories from the two of you as well as plenty of dancing; something the students seem to be taking full advantage of.

As you walk around the open space, greeting someone you’re pretty sure you’ve already spoken to in the Zenin clan, you spot a figure hidden away in the shadows of the gazebo outside through one of the many windows.

You clench your jaw while trying to smile but the conversation being had is going in one ear and out the other as ice runs through your veins at the thought of him turning up when you least expect it.

“Babe?” Satoru turns, staring at you over the rim of his glasses, nudging you slightly.

You startle out of your thoughts, looking up at him expectantly, “Hm?”

“They were asking when we were planning to start a family. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you’re trying your hardest not to look out the window so Satoru’s gaze doesn’t follow yours, “I think I just need some air, this has just been kind of a lot.”

Your smile is weak when Satoru takes his arm off your waist, squeezing your hand while placing a tender kiss on your forehead telling you not to leave him alone for too long.

Quickly, you make your way outside, closing the sliding door quietly behind you before stalking over to the gazebo, and your ex.

As you get closer to him, you’re able to see Suguru is in attire you’re more accustomed to seeing him in. Rather than being in the robes you saw him in a few weeks ago, he’s now adorned in a white button-up with black slacks and a belt holding everything in place around his middle.

The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbow, exposing his vascular, muscular arms.

Your heart jumps at the sight of him, he’s always been a magnetic force you can’t pull yourself away from.

“What are you doing here?” You hiss quietly, not wanting your guests inside the venue to hear.

If anyone saw Suguru here right now, there would be a commotion. Some would be scared for their lives thinking there will be an attack, others confused about why he’s shown up, not knowing your shared history.

Satoru would be absolutely livid. There’s no telling what he would do.

“I had Manami do a little digging,” Suguru starts, calm and collected but you can tell there’s a storm brewing underneath, one you don’t want to be a part of. “And what she found is so interesting. Do you know what it was?”

“I don’t give a shit, Suguru. Leave. Now.” There’s dread and panic in your voice as you lift your dress ever so slightly to give you better movement as you march over to him.

“She told me you and Satoru recently got engaged.” He’s blatantly ignoring you and it’s turning the fear you were feeling moments ago into anger and frustration. “Is that true?”

“That’s none of your business!” You hiss between your teeth while Suguru lights a cigarette, eyes sharp, watching as you step into the gazebo.

He already knows the answer, having been watching you since you came to see him all those weeks ago.

Suguru thinks you’re adorable like this, flustered, cheeks flushed from annoyance. Radiating pure beauty in the dress you chose to wear to a party celebrating your engagement to his best friend.

“How the fuck did you even find out about our engagement?”

“Did you think it would be hard to find out information on the head of the Gojo clan and his betrothed?” Suguru muses, “Plenty of people are willing to give information. Plus, Manami is very efficient.”

“Suguru,” it’s a warning, he knows, but he doesn’t care as he walks over to you threading his hands in your hair and pulling you into him, lips connecting with yours before you can finish your thought.

You should be complaining right now, kicking and screaming for him to get off you but you don’t. 

This is wrong, so very wrong but you can’t bring yourself to pull away, so instead you’re gripping onto his dress shirt, pulling him closer so he doesn’t try to break away.

Suguru pushes you against the column of the gazebo with enough force to knock your breath away, lifting you by the back of your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist.

It’s an automatic response, the way your hips always wanted to move on their own to rut against him, you can’t help it. 

Suguru chuckles into your kiss, “You’re gonna make a mess on my pants if you keep doing that.”

He runs his hands over your thighs, gripping the plush of your ass, squeezing hard enough that bruises begin to blossom around his fingertips.

Suguru is entranced by you and always has been, especially now, watching the way your tits rise and fall so beautifully with every heave of your chest in want, desire, and anticipation. 

“Look at you,” he coos, hips moving in time with yours, dry humping you against the column, “so needy for me. Satoru must not have been taking care of you all these years.”

“Fuck you,” you’re ripping open his shirt, the small buttons flying out in every direction, hands roaming over his sinewy torso and chest.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips his hand in the space between his stomach and thighs, groaning into you as he runs his fingers through your slick folds, cock straining against his thigh, so hard it hurts.

Suguru chuckles at your feistiness, he always did love it, “you know,” he slips two fingers in watching with an icy stare, “I can’t help but wonder what your fiancé would think if he saw us right now.”

He angles his fingers up, easily finding the spot that makes your legs shiver and shake like he’s never forgotten, and he uses his thumb to encircle your clit causing you to clench around his fingers.

You’re moaning his name, pulling him in closer to you, hand gripping his soft raven tresses. He loves how malleable you are to his touch, the way you melt as soon as his lips are on yours, it’s the way you’ve always been.

You’d let him do anything he wanted.

There’s a knot forming quickly in the center of your core. Suguru knows your body like the back of his hand, knows all of the spots that have you crying out, whimpering, and convulsing around him from having mapped out your body so many times before.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you cum soon, we gotta be quick after all.” He says, leaning forward to whisper next to you, his hot breath on the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He pumps his fingers, brushing your spot every time, he knows you're close, the way you’re mewling into him, bucking your hips wildly as he picks up his pace, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“S’guru- I’m-” your words are cut short with a series of broken moans as he continues to pump his fingers, working you through your orgasm, the open space filled with lewd squelching noises as your walls clench and legs tremble around him.

Suguru’s lips are on yours when you absolutely gush onto his hand, helping keep your moans muffled before planting several soft kisses over your flushed face before moving to nip at a tender spot just below your ear.

Closing your eyes, you rest your head back against the pillar before he shoves his fingers in your mouth. You open your eyes and watch him; cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown with lust watching the way you swirl your tongue around, tasting your arousal as he works to undo the button and zipper of his pants.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel the blunt end of his thick cock slide through your folds, tip teasing your clit, pulling your hips away from him automatically at the sensitive feeling.

Suguru grabs your hip and pulls you forward again as he continues to tease you, sliding his cock up and down your soaked cunt.

“S-sensitive,” you whine, trying to wiggle your hips out of his grasp.

“You can handle it.” He remarks bluntly, “Besides, you deserve this, don’t you? Trying to make me jealous, running off to marry my best friend.”

“No.” You answer firmly, breathlessly as he leans up, amusement in his dark eyes at your response, “You left me. Just-just hurry up and fuck me already.”

He chuckles, letting his cock circle your clit a few times, twitching when he hears your pretty little gasps, before teasing your entrance. You buck up, impatient, his tip slipping past your folds.

He lets out a loud groan, lips ghosting yours as you slide down the length of his cock before rolling his hips a few times, both moaning at the feeling of having each other just one more time. 

Because that’s all this can be. Just one more time, that’s it. And then he’ll be out of your system for good. You’ll never see him again, Satoru will never have to know and you can live your life in peace.

You’re planning on burning that godforsaken letter when you get home.

“You should be mine, you should have followed me,” Suguru rambles through clenched teeth, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, “You’re mine, aren’t you, baby?”

“Suguru, I-I…” You’re unable to answer, stuttering trying to find the words as you move your hips back to meet his every thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix in a way you know you’ll be sore later “Yes.”

It’s an automatic response at this point, whether it’s from Suguru’s possessiveness when he’d fuck you like this or because you really, truly want to be with him, you’re not entirely sure.

“Yeah, fucking right you are, baby,” Suguru groans, slamming his hips into yours relentlessly, watching your tits bounce in time with his thrusts as tears prick in the corner of your eyes, making his own light up as they overflow and spill down your cheek.

He knows it's selfish of him to want you to turn your back on what you believe, turn your back on the life you’ve lived and created for yourself after he defected. But fuck if he’s not always been selfish, especially when it comes to you.

Suguru doesn't want to see you happy with someone else, not when you could and should be with him. Even if he knows Satoru would do his best to give you a great life.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” His lips slam into yours, hot searing kisses on your lips, tongues gliding together sloppily until he moves to nip at your ear lobe, “gonna fill you so full, put a baby inside you - what’s Satoru going to think then?”

He laughs next to your ear, unhinged, high-pitched, and amused with his own thoughts, his hot breath tickling your neck, sending a jolt right to the apex of your thighs.

“You’re fucking insane,” your hands are under his open shirt on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, he doesn’t bother trying to stop you. They’ll be little reminders of how he was able to have you again.

Suguru rests his head against your shoulder, heavy breaths fanning your ear, his cock twitching each time you grace him with one of your pretty moans.

“I miss you,” He kisses your jaw, licks the trail of tears streaming down your cheek, leaving a kiss below your eye before ripping the rest of the silky fabric of your dress from your waist, letting it fall to the floor, “You still take my cock so fucking well, baby.”

You look down, moaning at the sight of where you’re connected, watching the way his thick cock disappears in your cunt. He runs his hand along your abdomen, where the familiar bulge from his cock sits.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, “Right there keep going, harder, please.” 

Suguru watches the way the sheen of sweat that’s formed over your body glistens in the dim lights of the building next to you. The one your current lover is excitedly talking to everyone about your upcoming nuptials.

You’re so gorgeous with the blush that’s formed on your cheeks down to your neck, with your sweet, breathy moans that are only for him at this moment.

He snakes his arm around your hips, pulling your ass out from against the pillar, leaving your shoulders connected. His hands are cemented on your hips keeping you in place while he fucks into you with reckless abandon, throwing his head back, using your body however he wants, however he needs.

“Nobody will want you -ah- if you have a kid with me. Satoru will leave you, you -ah- you’ll have no choice but to come back to me, won’t you baby”

Your arousal drips obscenely to the wooden floor below while Suguru grabs your legs from his waist, pushing your legs apart to get deeper. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head from the feeling of your soft, warm walls tightening around his cock.

“Shit, right there,” You gasp as his hips falter, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Your walls clench and shudder around him, encouraging him to speed up, to cum inside you like he knows you want him to, despite it being a bad fucking idea. You’re clenching around him, hard, and before you know it, your body is shivering like you’re seizing, vision going white as your high takes over all your senses.

Suguru lets out a string of breathy moans, brows knitted together at the feeling of your walls squeezing him for all he’s worth, hammering into you until his hips are stuttering and he’s no longer able to hold back.

“Take my cum, baby,” He hisses, thrusting sloppier than ever as he loses himself in you, “I love you so fucking much.” 

He lets out a deep guttural groan as his release floods your insides.

You’re panting into one another as he continues to slowly rock his hips, fucking his cum deeper inside, hoping it sticks, because he meant everything he said.

Suguru helps adjust your clothes and holds your hand until you’re able to stand on your own, cum leaking out and down your leg. He also helps adjust your dress while you work on fixing your hair to the best of your abilities.

“You need to leave. This was a mistake. We can never see each other again.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering behind you quickly before running his thumb across your jaw and over your lips because he knows you’ll be back to see him. Sooner than you think.

“Y/N.” A cold, icy tone calls from behind you.

There’s panic in your eyes as they widen and turn to face Satoru, a lump in your throat so large it’s hard to swallow, hard to breathe. You’re able to make him out easily, with the lights from the venue shining brightly out onto the courtyard.

His hands are in his pocket, feet planted shoulder-width apart and you swear you could feel his cursed energy spike for only a moment, just enough for you to know he knows.

You turn back to face Suguru but he’s gone, and it’s so hard to even think about the consequences of your actions knowing there’s a gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.

If looks could kill - that’s the only thought that comes to mind when you turn back around to face Satoru, hands shaking, heart feeling as if it’s going to lurch from your body and splatter all over the gazebo floor.

“What are you doing out here, honey?” Satoru’s voice is clipped, rigid, and your stomach is doing cartwheels.

“I just…” There’s no explanation, all you can do is clear your throat and look away.

Satoru nods his head slowly, “think it’s time we go back inside and show everyone how happy we are, yeah?”

You scratch at the back of your neck, taking slow, unsure steps toward Satoru.

He holds his elbow out towards you, tension thick as you look your arm into his, walking into the building to finish your engagement party, “Yeah… yeah. Let’s get back inside.”

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Love the Way You Lie

Ao3 | Masterlist | Taglist | Discord 18+ | Socials |

Pairing: toxic!gojo x toxic!reader

“High off of love, drunk from her hate, it's like I'm huffing paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me.” He doesn’t want you to leave, but he’s constantly pushing you away. Nobody ever said leaving Gojo Satoru was going to be easy, especially when he decides he wants you to stay. Fic inspired by Love the Way You Lie by Eminem.

Words: 5.4k

CW: toxic relationship, fingering, overstimulation, vaginal sex, Gojo being an asshole, slight dacryphilia, breeding, rough sex, creampie

AN: This is my entry for @zorotits Ex's and Oh's collab and I had so much fun writing Gojo being a little shit.

AN2.0: this fic takes inspo from Love The Way You Lie, however there is no physical abuse! This is definitely a type of relationship I think a lot of people can relate to, so if this something that's hard for you to read or triggering, please skip!

Being new to Tokyo Tech, you decided to accept Shoko’s invitation and go out to the bars after work one day. You didn’t expect your life to change that night by meeting Gojo Satoru, who happened to show up, complaining Shoko was keeping the new girl to herself.

The two of you hit it off immediately, finding common ground in your dislike for the higher ups, and your desire to change the Jujutsu world for the better. After listening to his smooth voice and honeyed words for the better part of the evening you went back to his penthouse with him.

It didn’t take long for your legs to be entwined, lips locked in a tender embrace, an instant mutual attraction where your future seemed so bright, high off each other's love that slowly turned into a sickening love-hate.

After a few nights together he went to the higher-ups, insisted he be the one to train with you, to take you out on missions. Even in the beginning, he never wanted you far from him, until he was ready to push you away.

It’s the kind of relationship you hear about, only seen in the movies where after every heated argument you’re pushed against the wall, or on top of him, hands around his throat as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon.

You hate it, but you also can’t help but love how you get lost in each other’s touch after every fight. And you love him too much to truly walk away for good. You say you’re going to leave, but you’re never really gone.

At some point in your relationship boundaries cease to exist, and trust went out the window months ago, the way the two of you were always looking through each other’s phones, computers and even stooping so low as to read work emails.

“Where are you going?” He asks as you grab the duffle bag filled with your things, headed for the front door.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving.” You answer, cheeks stained with tears.

“No, you’re not.” He gives a wry, pissed off chuckle before another argument sets in.

More yelling, more tears and after it’s all said and done you end up making up the same way you always do, promising it’ll never happen again.

And things would be fine for a while after that - when things were good between you, they were great.

His penthouse would be filled with joy and laughter as you watch movies, holding onto one another, but inevitably you would get fed up, try leaving once again.

Both of your words are filled with venom when you fight, argue and scream, as objects are thrown across the room and broken against the wall in frustration because he’s so intense, and so are you, fiery and passionate. It’s too much together.

You know it but it’s so hard to let go because you love him so much.

He makes a mountain out of a molehill, seeing a work related text from Ijichi on your phone, shattering the screen in the palm of his hand in anger as he accuses you of seeing another man behind his back, and in response you would throw the stand his precious glasses sit on, watching it shatter as soon as it hits the ground. You stare each other down, neither relenting until your bags are packed and you’re leaving once again, falling back into the same pattern.

He says he hates routines but he sure seems to love this one.

“Baby, please, come back,” he begs quietly outside the bedroom door of your apartment when you refuse to let him in after your hundredth break up, “it wasn’t you, baby, it was me. This one’s on me. Let me in, let me say I’m sorry.”

He always comes, flowers in hand. He always brings your favorites.

And after a while of hearing his strained voice through the door, you open it and accept the gift, you always do. He always knows what to do and say to bring a smile to your face, the tears that were streaming ten minutes ago slowly forgotten as he wipes the last of them away with his thumb, promising it’ll never happen again.

He says you’ll both work on your attitudes and tempers, and learn how to communicate better with one another. You both promise to never use such violent words against one another, promise to never say things you don’t mean again.

It never happens, and you’re both at fault.

He kisses you sweetly, whispers sweet nothings and apologies in your ear until you’re writhing in pleasure underneath him, wrapped in his arms in the morning, makeup still smeared from your tears of pain and pleasure the night prior.

But you can’t keep doing this, you know you can’t. You’re too deep in this cycle of destruction and the only way to stop is for one of you to finally walk away.

So you push his arms off of you, “don’t touch me. I can’t keep doing this Satoru.”

“I thought we made up last night, what the fuck happened already?” He’s following you out of your room like a lost puppy, “you can’t leave me. I can’t lose another person I love.”

“I can’t keep going down this path with you. This is the last time. I mean it.”

“Okay.” He answers quietly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “we’ll get it right this time. I swear.”

He says he’s sorry, it’ll never happen again, just like all the other times before, even though you know it’s all a lie.

And you always did love his lies.

It only took a few weeks this time, before your back is pressed against the wall of your apartment, tears running down your face, unable to catch your breath as you press your palms into your eyes and tug at the roots of your hair because it’s over this time.

And you really mean it.

Staring at yourself in the mirror of the upscale restaurant bathroom you’re currently standing in, you look over your makeup while adding a little extra lipstick before throwing the tube back into your clutch purse and moving the necklace you’re wearing to sit in the center of your chest again.

You sigh deeply to yourself, this is a place you and Satoru had come to several times during the course of your relationship. You know you shouldn’t be thinking about your ex while you’re out on a date with another man, but the fact that you are likely means you’re really not ready to put yourself back out there.

Shoko had come over a few weeks ago, during one of the times you were having a breakdown, ready to run back to Satoru’s arms. She brought several bottles of alcohol, reminded you of why you broke up again and that you were adamant about not going back to him this time. So, she suggested you put yourself back out there and try dating someone else for a change.

A few too many shots later and you agreed with her, downloading a dating app to your phone, the two of you giggling into the night while making the profile.

That’s how you ended up here, out with a window. A compromise, you told yourself, someone who has a foot in the Jujutsu world you don’t have to lie about your daily life to, and someone who couldn’t manage to be as much of an asshole or nearly as emotionally stunted as the man you fell in love with.

“Everything okay?” Your date asks as you make your way back to the table and take your seat across from him. He’s attractive, clean cut with raven hair, deep brown eyes where you can barely see his pupils but still incredibly beautiful. He works a desk job in accounting for some bank you’ve never heard of.

“Yeah, everything’s great,” you smile at him, “just freshening up my makeup.”

He cocks his head to the side while smiling, “you look great, er, beautiful, I mean.”

You smile back and sigh, the first date you’ve had since Satoru and it’s… fine. He’s nice enough, talks a lot about his desk job, tries to relate to you about how important his own secondary job as a window is in your world. You sit and listen, nodding along as you play with the straw of your drink, hand resting on your chin.

He does most of the talking, asks what kind of movies you like, what your favorite color is. Simple, surface level questions which were meant to get to know one another but you just couldn’t be less interested if you tried.

There’s no passion in his voice, rarely any sort of influx in his tone - just monotone, droning on and on. It’s too much to ask, you know that, to go on a single date and run into someone who could keep your interest; after all, it’s not every day you run into someone who dislikes the higher ups and has a desire to change the way the world you live in works. Hell, you doubt the man across from you even knows there are higher ups in charge.

“Yeah, I’ll have a tequila sunrise, no tequila. That shit’s nasty.”

“Sir, that would just be orange juice and grenadine.”

“Perfect. Extra grenadine.”

You still at the familiar voice coming from behind you, eyes widening as Satoru comes to stand next to you, hands in his pocket, a saccharine smile spread across his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You hiss incredulously, looking at him horrified and embarrassed.

Satoru looks at you from behind his dark square shades with a raised eyebrow, feathering his jaw.

You look good, all things considered, with the dress you’re wearing pinching at your waist, pushing your breasts together in the most alluring way, leaving just enough of your cleavage exposed to still be classy.

You were looking to get fucked tonight and he does not like that one bit.

Satoru let himself fall in too deep with you, in over his head and he tried to push you away over and over again but he also couldn’t bear the thought of living this lonely, sad existence without you. So a tug of war began in your relationship. He knows you’re suffocating because of him, so he tried to stay away this time, but when Shoko let it slip you were going out tonight with a window-

Well, he couldn’t stay away any longer.

He knows you can do better than that - he'd rather accept you running off with Nanami behind his back because at least he would treat you like a queen, in the ways Satoru never could. Hell, he’d even accept you defecting and running off to follow Suguru.

But a window?

That’s just a disgrace.

Satoru points behind him to a woman at a booth sucking her teeth, arms folded over her chest, one leg crossed over the other bouncing in annoyance as she glares at you from across the room, “I’m on a date too. Saw you here, thought I’d come say hi.”

“Great. I hope you treat her better than you treated me.”

Satoru opens his mouth, ready to retort, but your date cuts in. He's clearly nervous, a little sweaty now because he clearly knows who The Strongest is. He shifts in his seat slightly with wide eyes that could bulge out of his head at any moment.

“You’re G-Gojo Satoru?”

“The one and only,” Satoru replies cockily, “so you guys fuck yet or what?”

“Oh my god, Satoru, that is none of your business!”

He laughs, “okay, well I’ll take that as a no then.”

“Take it however you want and just leave us alone.” You’re seething, of course he’s out on a date and of course it just happens to be at the same place you’re at.

Rather than leaving, Satoru sits next to you, making himself at home, spreading his long legs out under the table and spreading them wide, just to take up as much space as humanly possible. He snakes his arm around your shoulder and you stiffen from the contact, unable to help the jolt that's sent between your legs after not having felt his smooth hands on your body for so long when he gently caresses your exposed shoulder with his thumb.

“Who-Why is he here?” Your date looks at you, an expression just as mortified as your own.

“He’s my-”

“Boyfriend.”

“Ex.” You clarify as Satoru rolls his eyes from behind his glasses because that’s just semantics.

Your date purses his lips, looking between the two of you before clearing his throat, “right, well, this is a lot, so I’m going to head out. It was, uh, nice meeting you.”

“Ouch, first date, huh? That sucks.” Satoru laughs loudly as your date exits the booth, grabs his coat jacket and makes his way out of the restaurant.

“Fuck you. Move so I can leave.”

“No, I don’t think I will. In fact, I’ll just have Jazmyne join us, that’ll be fun to watch.” Satoru smiles at you, ready to call his date over to your table.

“You’ve already ruined my evening, Satoru. The least you can do is move out of my way so I can go home alone,” you hiss, blood boiling at his antics. You wouldn’t put it past him to have planned this entire thing just so you couldn’t go out with someone else, “and after tonight I never want to see you again.”

He chuckles, looking at you with a sly grin, “sure, babe.”

“I put in a transfer request. I’m done, we can’t be near each other.”

Satoru stills at your comment, looking you up and down, “to where?”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, “away from here, away from you. I was serious when I said I can’t keep doing this.”

He watches you, the way small tears prick the corner of your eyes, the way you swallow thickly and your shoulders slump slightly. You’re telling the truth, you really want to leave and be done. After a few minutes of silence, he moves, letting you out of the booth.

Satoru noticed before your date left that he didn’t bother paying, leaving the bill to you. You’re clearly too upset to have realized as well, so he sighs, pulling out his wallet and throwing too many bills on the table for the dinner you didn’t even order yet. Pursing his lips, he watches your hips sway as you make your way out of the restaurant deciding to follow suit, because there’s no way he’s just going to let you leave.

“What are you doing?” Satoru is standing beside you, on the sidewalk just outside of the restaurant, hands in his pocket.

“Taking you home?” He answers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

“Just - go back to your date.”

“Nah, gotta make sure you get home safe.”

There’s no point in trying to argue with him, you’ve learned well enough that it will just result in more tears and pain, and you’d probably give in and take him back at the end of it. So, you make your way to your apartment with him in tow.

And despite wearing heels, the bastard doesn’t even offer to warp you there.

“You know,” he says as soon as you enter the hall of your apartment, “if I were that shitty little window, I would have had you spread out across the table-”

“No, you wouldn’t have Satoru,” you say exasperatedly, opening the door to your apartment, “you would have been too busy arguing with me over something trivial and meaningless.”

“I don’t  want to fight all the time.” He hopes you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

You scoff and roll your eyes, closing the door but his foot blocks the path before he easily pushes it open, entering your space, “right, I can totally tell. It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s over, we’re over and I’d like to move on and pretend we never happened.”

“You sure about that?” He smirks, amused.

“Satoru, I don’t care what you think, just leave.”

“Baby, you’re so cute when you lie.” He coos, voice low and smooth as he removes his glasses, crystalline eyes shining in the light of your apartment as he walks over to you.

“You went out with another man tonight, wearing a dress I bought you. You’re also wearing that shade of lipstick I always loved on you when you’d be between my legs,” he runs his thumb over your bottom lip as he watches in amusement, “wearing the necklace I got you for our anniversary. You even let me follow you back to your place without so much as a mild argument.”

You roll your eyes and click your tongue. All of those things were just a coincidence, you certainly didn’t mean to pick out several items he bought for you, and the only reason you let him follow you was because you already know there’s no way to get him to leave you alone despite how many times you tell him to.

“Satoru, I can’t keep doing this back and forth with someone who doesn’t love me, so just get out.”

“You think I don’t love you?” He laughs, “maybe if you keep this shit up I won’t.”

You stare at him, pissed but not the least bit surprised about what he just said, always turning it around. It’s the same thing all over again. He doesn’t want you to leave, but is constantly pushing you away.

“See this is what I’m talking about, every single time, Satoru! You don’t want me so we fight non-stop and then you say things will change and they never do! It’s just lies, all of it has always been lies.”

He stares at you for a long moment, before you’re speaking at the same time.

“That’s not true-”

“Just get out-”

The two of you are arguing now, such a familiar sight, speaking over one another, arguing about your relationship. You’re trying to make a point about how hot and cold he’s always been but his lips are on yours before you can finish your thought, hand on the back of your head, holding you close to him so you won't push away, you’re gripping onto his silky button up shirt with no plans of letting go.

Satoru pushes you against the wall with enough force the picture hanging in your entryway rattles on its hook while lifting you by the back of your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist. It’s an automatic response, the way your hips move on their own to rut against him, you can’t help it. 

“Gonna,” he sighs against you, “gonna make a mess on my pants if you keep doing that,” he runs his hands over your thighs, gripping into the plush of your ass, squeezing hard enough bruises begin to blossom around his fingertips.

He pulls away, moving his hands to rip the top of your dress, exposing your breasts as the soft fabric pools at your waist. He’s entranced by you, always has been, especially now, watching the way your tits rise and fall so beautifully with every heave of your chest. 

“Look at you,” he coos, hips moving in time with yours, dry humping you against the wall, “can’t go more than a few weeks without needing me.”

“Fuck you,” you’re ripping open his shirt, the small buttons flying out in every direction. Neither of you care, he’ll buy a new one, hands roaming over his sinewy torso and chest.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips his hand in the space between his stomach and your thighs, groaning into you as he runs his fingers through your slick folds, his cock is straining against his thigh, so hard it hurts.

Satoru chuckles at your feistiness, he always did love it, “you know,” he slips two fingers in watching with an icy stare, “I can scare away anyone you try to date with a single glance.” He angles his fingers up, running them along the spot that always makes your legs shake and quiver, using his thumb to encircle your clit causing you to clench around his fingers as he smirks at your reaction.

You’re moaning his name, pulling him in closer to you, hand gripping his soft white tresses as you do so. He loves how malleable you are to his touch, the way you melt as soon as his lips are on yours. You’d let him do anything he wanted.

There’s a knot forming quickly in the center of your core. Satoru knows your body like the back of his hand, knows all of the spots that have you crying out, whimpering and convulsing around him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you cum as many times as I want.” He coos, leaning forward to whisper next to you, his hot breath on the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He pumps his fingers, brushing your spot every time, he knows you're close, the way you’re mewling into him, bucking your hips as he picks up his pace, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“S’toru- I’m-” your words are cut short with a series of broken moans as he continues to pump his fingers, working you through your orgasm, the small space filled with lewd squelching noises as your walls clench and legs tremble around him.

He slows his pace, continuing to rub slow circles on your sweet spot watching the way you arch your back away from the wall, your soft breasts pressing into his hard chest.

“Satoru, wait-”

“Nah. I’m good.” His voice is stern, hardened as he continues to run his fingers along your insides, “I already told you, you’ll cum as many times as I want.”

He knows if it’s too much you’ll use the safe word you agreed on, but he knows you won't. As much as you’re trying to pretend you don’t love what he’s doing to you, he knows you do.

You let out a chain of embarrassing whimpers as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, steadily increasing his pace again until you’re shattering around him over and over and over.

Through each and every one of your orgasms Satoru’s soft lips are on yours before planting several soft kisses over your flushed face before moving down to suck and nip at several spots along your neck, chest and shoulders.

Closing your eyes, you rest your head back against the cool wall before he shoves his fingers in your mouth. You open your eyes and watch him; cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes half lidded, pupils blown with lust watching the way you swirl your tongue around, tasting your arousal as he works to undo the button and zipper of his pants.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel the blunt end of his thick cock slide through your folds, tip teasing your clit, pulling your hips away from him automatically at the sensitive feeling.

Satoru grabs your hip and pulls you forward again as he continues to tease you, sliding his cock up and down your soaked cunt.

“S-sensitive,” you whine, trying to wiggle your hips out of his grasp.

“You can handle it.” He remarks bluntly, leaning forward to suck a tender spot below your ear, “besides, you deserve this, don’t you? Trying to make me jealous, going out with another man.”

“No.” You answer firmly, breathlessly as he leans up, amusement in his eyes at your response, “we’re over. Just-just fuck me already, Jesus.”

He chuckles, letting his cock circle your clit a few times, twitching when he hears your pretty little gasps, before teasing your entrance, “I’ll let you have it when I’m -ah-” you buck up, his tip slipping past your folds. He lets out a loud groan, lips ghosting yours as you slide down the length of his cock despite his words, “ha- you bitch.”

Satoru rolls his hips a few times, both of you moaning at the feeling of having each other just one more time, because that’s all this can be, even if he’s not ready to give you up yet.

“I made you everything you are. Training you, taking you on missions,” he rambles through clenched teeth, pulling out about half way and slamming back into you, “you’re mine, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes,” you answer in a broken whine, moving your hips back to meet his every thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix in a way you know you’ll be sore later “all yours.”

It’s an automatic response at this point, even when you’re delirious, getting fucked within an inch of your life. He gets jealous, seeing you speak with Nanami, smiling at Ijichi and now it’s another routine, a part of your relationship you had come to expect.

“Yeah, fucking right you are, baby,” he groans, slamming his hips into yours relentlessly, watching your tits bounce in time with his thrusts as tears pick in the corner of your eyes, making his own light up as they overflow and spill down your cheek. “You wanna change the world? You know that’s only possible when you’re by my side."

He regrets pushing you away, the way he lets you leave each time your bags are packed. Despite your words, he knows, deep down, you’re not going to take him back this time, but he wants you to, even if it’s incredibly selfish of him - he doesn’t give a shit. Doesn’t want to know or think about you going out, being with someone else, being happier with someone else. Not when you could and should be with him.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” His lips slam into yours, hot searing kisses on your lips, tongues gliding together sloppily until he moves to nip at your ear lobe, “gonna fill you so full, put a baby inside you - won't be able to leave then, will you?”

He laughs next to your ear, unhinged, high pitched and amused with his own thoughts, his hot breath tickles your neck, sending a jolt right to the apex of your thighs.

“You’re demented. I hate you -shit-” your hands are under his open shirt on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, he doesn’t try to stop you or use his infinity. He lets it happen, his own twisted form of punishment for watching you drown under him and being unable and unwilling to let you resurface.

Satoru rests his head against the wall, heavy breaths fanning your ear, his cock twitching each time you grace him with one of your pretty moans, the picture frame continuing to rattle with each thump of your body against the wall.

“I hate you too,” he kisses your jaw, licks the trail of tears streaming down your cheek, leaving a kiss below your eye before ripping the rest of the silky fabric of your dress from your waist, letting it fall to the floor, “you take my cock so fucking well, baby.”

You look down, moaning at the sight of where you’re connected, watching the way his thick cock disappears in your cunt. He runs his hand along your abdomen, where the familiar bulge from his cock sits.

“Right there keep going, harder, please.” 

Satoru watches your eyes roll back, watches the way the sheen of sweat that’s formed over your body glistens in the light of your apartment. You’re so gorgeous with the blush that’s formed on your cheeks down to your neck, with your sweet, breathy moans that are only for him.

He snakes his arm around your hips, pulling your ass out from the wall, leaving your shoulders connected, putting you in the most severe arch you’ve ever been in. His hands are cemented on your hips keeping you in place while he fucks into you with reckless abandon, throwing his head back, using your body however he wants, however he needs.

“Nobody will want you -ah- if you have a kid with me. Scare off any fucking date you have, you’ll have to stay with me then, won’t you baby?”

The sound of your arousal drips obscenely to the floor below, as he pins your hands over your head, using his infinity to keep them against the wall as he continues to fuck into you. Grabbing your legs from his waist, he pushes your knees down to your face, literally folding you in half, eyes rolling to the back of his head from the feeling of your soft, warm walls tightening around his cock.

“Shit, right there,” you gasp as his hips falter, “don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Your walls clench and shudder around him, encouraging him to speed up, to cum inside you like he knows you want him to. You’re clenching around him, hard, before you know it, body shivering like you’re seizing, vision going white as your high takes over all your senses.

Satoru lets out a string of breathy moans, brows furrowed at the feeling of your walls squeezing him for all he’s worth, hammering into you until his hips are stuttering and he’s no longer able to hold back.

“Take my cum, baby,” he hisses, thrusts sloppier than ever as he loses himself in you, “I love you so fucking much.” 

He lets out a deep guttural groan as his release floods your insides, and you could swear the force shifted the world in his favor. It always seemed to be that way, after all. He wills something to happen, so the universe makes it so.

You’re panting into one another as he continues to slowly rock his hips, fucking his cum deeper inside, making sure it sticks, because he meant everything he said.

Lifting you off the wall, he carries you back to your bedroom and gently lays you down on the bed, cock still buried inside you as he runs his nose along the length of yours, whispering sweet nothings about how he’s sorry, how he misses you and wants you to take him back. This time things will be different, he swears.

You know better than to listen, but you missed this. Missed being in his strong embrace, so you let it slide for the night, indulging one last time before it’s over, really over this time.

You stay like this until he’s hard again, going at a much slower tempo, deeper strokes than before.

Somewhere between the third and fourth rounds, he gets a call, a Curse User running amok and he’s needed to go out and take care of the situation.

“Satoru,” you say, holding the sheets over your frame trying to cover the shame of falling into bed with him again so easily, “I never want to see you again.”

He lets out a mix between a scoff and a laugh, looking you up and down before putting on his little black glasses and giving a nefarious grin.

“Sure, babe. Whatever you say.”

It’s been a little over a month since that night. After Satoru left, you got up and started cleaning your apartment of all the things he had gotten for you over the years. Just like when you told him you were never getting back together, you meant what you said about never wanting to see each other again.

You even followed up on your transfer request, but Ijichi informed you that it could take a few months to make its way to the higher-ups and to count yourself as lucky if they approve the request.

It seems Satoru heard your message loud and clear, since you haven’t heard from him over the last few weeks, taking care to avoid one another in the halls, not sparing a glance at each other during meetings you’re both required to attend.

But that’s about to change as you walk through the halls of Jujutsu Tech, eye’s red, puffy and swollen from crying the last few days.

It’s evening and hardly anyone is around as you open the door to Satoru’s office. You knew he would be here tonight, because you had threatened Ijichi into not doing his paperwork earlier in the day, so you’d be able to easily find him without having to show up at his apartment.

He looks up, a cocky grin on his face as if he already knew you’d show up with a stick in hand, two pink lines on the display.

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As a sorcerer, you don’t get many nights off, nights to do whatever you please without a care in the world.

Tonight is one of those nights. The lights of the small club you’re in flash green, red, purple, and blue all around you. Shoko wanted to use the opportunity to go out, have some fun, and relieve some stress, so she invited you, Utahime, and Satoru, and even got Nanami to come along.

It’s been busy for everyone the last several months. Fighting curses, and spending time healing; Shoko having a multitude of sorcerers to care for, along with surgeries.

The bass of the music vibrates from the soles of your feet through every hair follicle at the top of your head, sending a tingling sensation throughout your body as red, green, purple, and blue lights flash over your face, through the sea of people dancing.

You’re dancing with Satoru; he has one of his large hands splayed on your exposed stomach, just under your crop top while his other rests at your hip while you press your ass into him.

You might have a little, teeny, tiny work crush on him, and you’re pretty sure he has one on you too. He’s never been one to hide how he feels, but he’s also flirty with everyone, including Nanami, so it’s hard to really know.

Either that or he just really wants to fuck you.

Your hand is wrapped around his neck, nails scratching at his undercut as you move your hips together. And judging by the way Satoru’s dancing with you, the rumors must be true.

Of course, you’ve heard them, everyone has.

Gojo fucks so good, it’s actually insane.

I’ve never cum so many times in my life, and that tongue, oh my god.

He has the biggest dick I have ever seen… I should call him again, actually.

The two of you have had some… tense moments, to say the least. A few flirty grins here in there that have been met with your lips ghosting one another on several occasions.

But each time it has been met with an interruption. Someone walking into the room looking for one of you, or a phone call about an urgent mission. Each time it happens, it leaves you craving more, wondering when your lips will finally meet, and if it will it be as incredible as you’ve heard.

Satoru leans down, you can feel his warm breath tickling your neck and the shell of your ear. It sends a chill right down your spine, straight to your core. Tilting your head to the side, you’re met with his azure half-lidded gaze.

Your eyes flicker between his and his lips several times, and just as your lips ghost one another you can hear your name being called.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before turning to see Shoko calling you over to take a few shots with her.

Satoru rolls his eyes as you groan in annoyance at once again being separated at the last moment. He removes his hands from your hips and stomach, stuffing them into his pocket, diligently following you back to the private booth you have for the night.

Shoko already has the shots ready, handing one to everyone who clinks their little glasses together before downing them. Satoru winces and you quickly grab another drink to use as a chaser, trying to rid the taste of alcohol on your tongue.

You take a seat next to Satoru who pulls you in closer to him by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, letting his thumb gently rub against your skin with light, featherlike touches that send a jolt straight to your core.

As everyone engrosses in conversation, you turn your head towards Satoru when he speaks, letting your nose run along the length of his jaw. Pressing your forehead into his cheek, you turn to see Shoko eyeing you with a raised eyebrow as your cheeks heat and you clear your throat.

“I’m, uh, gonna head to the bathroom really quick.”

The wetness between your thighs is absolutely unreal and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. You can feel Satoru’s gaze on you as you walk away and you turn back, biting your lip only to see his eyes trailing down to your ass slowly before coming back up, meeting you with a sultry grin.

Once inside the bathroom, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself of something that might not even happen tonight, or ever, if the universe has anything to say about it.

Standing at the mirror, you run your hands through your hair quickly just as the door opens. You expect to see Shoko walking through the door, but instead, you’re met with a tall head of ivory hair and crystalline eyes surrounded by soft snowy lashes.

“Fancy meeting you here,” You say playfully as he walks up behind you, tilting his head to stare at your ass as you lean forward just enough for your asscheeks to peek out from under your skirt, pretending to fix your lipstick in the mirror.

Satoru chuckles but doesn’t say anything as his hands find their way back to your hips, pulling you into him. Your breath hitches when you feel his hardened length under his slacks, encouraging you to grind into him slowly.

“What if someone walks in?”

“Let them.” He whispers in your ear, warm breath sending a chill down your spine as he flips the back of your skirt over your hips, kneading the plush skin of your ass with his large hands before sliding his fingers over your soaked panties and moving them to the side.

He groans when he runs his fingers through your already soaking folds, avoiding your clit, he doesn’t press in, he just teases until you’re whimpering, rutting your ass back into him further, begging for more.

“Satoru, please,” You whine, “If you don’t fuck me right now, I am going to die.”

He chuckles, continuing his teasing, “Guess you’ll just have to die, baby.”

You glare at him through the mirror where he watches as your furrowed brows slowly turn upwards, lips parting slightly when he lets his thumbs press gently to your clit.

“Can’t even wait for me to get you home?” You mewl as he continues his ministrations, “So fucking desperate for me.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips two fingers in and you’re already feeling more full and more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before. Leaning back, you rest your head against his shoulder, rocking your hips to the best of your ability, a coil forming in the lowest parts of your belly.

And then he just stops and pulls his fingers out to your dismay.

You glare at him like he’s just shot you, before he tangles his hand in your hair, tilting your head to a better angle, allowing him to kiss and nip down the sides of your neck - he could tell you hours doing your hair, and makeup to look nice tonight.

He’ll gladly ruin both.

Satoru pushes you back over the sink, quickly undoing his belt, letting his slacks fall past his knees with a clatter. When he releases his cock from the confines of his briefs, he taps the leaking tip on your ass a few times before positioning himself at your entrance.

You gasp, pressing your hands to the sink, pushing your ass further towards him. He watches you through the mirror giving a salacious smile and a wink before pushing in all the way to the hilt.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him. With a hand pressed to your stomach, you feel the way his cock bulges as he thrusts into you a few times.

“Look at me,” He commands. Your eyes flutter open, watching him through the mirror as he places one hand on the wall in front of him for support, and you hold onto the sink for dear life, knuckles aching at how hard you’re gripping the ceramic.

He keeps a hand on your hip to help keep you steady, nails digging into the skin as he moves his hand from the wall, tangling it into your hair once again, holding your head back, forcing you to watch as he relentlessly snaps his hips into you.

“You’re making such a mess, baby,” Satoru purrs, watching his slick-coated cock disappear into you with each thrust, watching as your arousal drips down your thigh and onto the tile below, “So fuckin’ tight.”

Leaning forward, he licks and bites down your neck leaving several scraps and marks - proof of your little bathroom rendezvous.

His eyes lock with yours when he feels your walls clamping around his cock like a noose.

“Yes, right there,” You moan as the coil in your lower stomach returns, threatening to snap at any moment.

He groans, unsure of how much longer he’s going to be able to last, “Wanna see you cum, baby. Give it to me. Bet you make the prettiest faces cumming on my cock.”

You’re chanting his name, all Satoru, and yes as the heat in your core erupts and you’re convulsing and spasming around his cock, squeezing him like you want to keep him there forever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses, pulling out and dragging you down to your knees before you’ve realized what’s happening.

He strokes his cock several times and your eyes widen at the sight. Flushed tip so red and angry, but the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

You open your mouth, looking so pretty as you place your tongue on the tip of his cock, just as cums all over your tongue and lips, rubbing the tip of his sensitive cock over your tongue, pushing it further into your mouth.

“Swallow.” And you do, licking your lips to make sure you’ve gotten every last drop. Satoru adjusts himself back into his briefs, bending down and placing his lips on yours in a searing, fiery kiss that lets you know he’s nowhere close to being finished with you.

He can taste himself on your tongue but neither of you care.

“I’m gonna text Shoko, tell her I left.”

Satoru clears his throat as he helps you stand, placing an arm around your waist to hold you close, “Call Ijichi too. Tell him you’re taking an extended weekend vacation.”

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NSFW Gojo Week (2)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

After a stressful week at work, Gojo invites you over to his place to blow off some steam. However, your plans for the night aren't what he expected.

cw: friends with benefits, bondage, brat taming (a little) oral, pussy rubbing, vaginal sex, creampie

words: 3.1k

Masterlist • Day 1 • Day 3

“He fucked up the veil, again.”

You whine, frustrated as you march into Satoru’s office. Ijichi has been getting on your last nerve recently. Within the last two weeks, he has missed putting up several veils and filling out his paperwork wrong.

And each of his fuck ups comes back to you to fix. It has resulted in having to stay late to fix his mistakes all because he’s your “boss.”

Satoru smirks, leaning back in his chair as you sit at the chair across from his desk with a dramatic huff.

“How is he supposed to be over budgeting and assigning missions when he can’t even do his most basic tasks the right way?”

Satoru watches you with an amused expression from under his blindfold, “You know, back in high schoo-”

“And he fucking spilled coffee on me this morning!” You grumble, accidentally cutting Satoru off, before waving your hand in the air absentmindedly at him, “Sorry, continue.”

He chuckles, leaning forward on his desk, holding his chin on his hand, “How about you come over tonight and tell me all about it?”

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as your eyes flicker down to Satoru’s lips briefly before sighing heavily, “I can’t. I have to fix the paperwork. It’s going to take me literal hours.”

“Nah. I’ll make sure Ijichi does it.”

Your brows upturn at his kind gesture, even though you’re fully aware of the ulterior motive behind his actions.

“God, thank you.” You sigh in relief, “If I don’t get my brains fucked out of me this weekend, I am going to drown Ijichi.”

“Bring this same energy tonight, I like it when you’re feisty.”

You roll your eyes because you just know that he winked at you from behind his blindfold, even if you couldn’t see it.

“So, I was thinking-” Satoru begins before being interrupted again by your phone vibrating on his desk.

With a small pout, you check the incoming message, “I have to leave. Taking Nanami to his next mission.”

You don’t miss the way Satoru’s jaw tenses slightly as he nods his head, “My place, around 7?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Before you walk out of his office, you turn to meet his gaze one last time, biting your lower lip and giving a soft, flirty smile before closing the door behind you.

You and Satoru aren’t exactly dating.

Well, you’re not together at all actually. Just casually fucking from time to time.

After work in his office. His place on the weekends. Changing the logs so you’re assigned to assist him with his out-of-town missions.

It’s all just… casual.

You met Satoru when you started working at the school as an Auxiliary Manager, helping handle day-to-day life for Principle Yaga and assisting sorcerers on their missions.

After training for several months, Ijichi decided to take a vacation, stressing that he couldn’t be around Satoru Gojo for another minute otherwise he was bound to rip out all of his hair and lose his shit.

You would have liked to see that, honestly.

You weren’t really sure why he needed a manager to assist him and drive him to his missions but you did it diligently nonetheless and you hit it off immediately, becoming instant friends.

Satoru was quick, handling the mission within a few minutes, and after, the two of you decided to go somewhere local for dinner. He told you how he likes to stress Ijichi out, and didn’t mean for you to get caught up in the fray.

You smiled at him shyly, told him you didn’t mind and that you’ve been having a better time with him than you expected, after hearing all the horror stories Ijichi had.

“Oh, yeah?” You remember him teasing with a smile, removing his blindfold to show his amused, bright azure eyes and you were pretty sure the world stopped moving at that moment. “We could keep having fun. If you want.”

You knew what he meant, you’re not naive. You saw the way his eyes flickered to your slightly parted lips and back up. He’s attractive, more so than you had ever imagined, and you were pretty sure he thought the same about you as he grinned playfully.

Biting your lip, you could feel your cheeks heat the moment you agreed, “Yeah… I’d like that.”

You were sure he was going to make a move on you that night as you stayed at a little hotel on the outskirts of Tokyo, but he didn’t. The two of you started hanging out at work and after - going out for lunch or dinner during your breaks, joking around, and watching movies.

Eventually, the benefits did start, and the benefits with Satoru are good.

Most people would think it’s because of his riches, and the penthouse apartment with a luxurious view of the Tokyo skyline and infinity pool that makes being friends with him so fun, despite his attitude.

He’s cocky, annoying, and can be downright childish at times.

But it’s actually when he’s sinking you down on his cock, and you feel like you’re being split in half by his rough thrusts that makes dealing with him and his antics worth every second.

By the time you’re able to actually leave the office and Ijichi’s clutches, Satoru had already gone home, long before you.

Satoru is quick to answer the door by the time you’ve arrived and knock gently a few times. He’s shirtless, a cocksure grin plastered on his face and in those gray sweatpants you like so much, hanging off his hip showing the sexy ‘V’ from his muscles.

It takes everything in you to smile back with a soft “hi,” kicking off your shoes at the entrance, and not immediately jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist.

Not that he would mind. You’ve done it before.

But you do actually want to vent to Satoru about work. He gets it and understands your frustrations. You’d talk to Shoko but she’s always so busy mending everyone’s injuries that it makes your complaints seem really not that bad in the grand scheme of things.

And Nanami… well, frankly he doesn’t give a shit because work sucks no matter where it’s at or what job you’re doing.

You watch as Satoru’s eyes trail your figure before turning around and grabbing two wine glasses from his cabinet, and grabbing the bottle the two of you were drinking from last time you came over from his fridge.

After work, you made a quick stop at home to freshen up and change into something a little easier to remove. And judging by the way Satoru’s eyes keep finding you each time he turns around, you’d venture to guess he’s a big fan of the little dress you put on.

“Did I tell you about the time,” You begin after Satoru fills your glasses, following him to the couch where you sit next to him, sipping on your wine, “Ijichi copied five hundred pages for Yaga but didn’t pay attention to the edges so none of them were aligned? And then Yaga blamed me and I had to spend my entire lunch break fixing it?”

Satoru hums as he watches you take sip after sip when you go into detail about your frustrations. Eventually, he takes the half-full glass from your hand and sets it on the coffee table in front of him before moving you to straddle his lap as you continue to complain.

“That’s crazy,” He murmurs into your neck as you feel his lips ghost around before nipping at a few spots gently.

You sigh, placing your hand on his chest and moving back slightly with a small pout, “You’re supposed to be listening to me complain until I feel better.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck your brains out.” His eyes flicker between yours and down to your lips several times as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face and tucks them behind your ear.

“I do, but…” You grab his hands, lacing your fingers together as span his arms along the back of the couch so he can’t touch you. He grins, watching as you giggle, struggling with the slight amount of pushback he’s giving you, “We’re friends, right? Friends listen to each other complain.”

He sighs, rolling his neck while muttering a faint “fine,” before moving his hands to your waist. He does actually listen this time as you continue talking to him, but not without rocking your hips against his ever so slightly.

“I just... I don’t understand how he became the Director,” You roll your eyes and sigh, knowing Satoru doesn’t want to spend the whole night talking about Ijichi of all things. “I feel like I just need to be in control of something for once, you know?”

Satoru grins, hands spanning your waist, letting his thumbs rub just below your breasts, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Well… There is something I’ve been wanting to try.” You bite your lip, looking at him with soft eyes, really unsure of how he’s going to take this request. “I want to tie you up.”

Satoru snorts, letting out a boisterous laugh and looking at you with the most amused expression you’ve ever seen, “Good one.”

“I’m serious. You do it to me all the time, I want to try it. Plus it’s not like you couldn’t easily get out of it if you really wanted to.”

Satoru stares at you, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at the sincerity of your expression. His ocean-blue eyes flicker around your face, hands on your waist caging you into him.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about your time with Satoru, it’s that he has a hard time resisting when you sweet talk him while fluttering your eyelashes with big doe eyes and a slight pout on your lips.

You’re not sure if he’ll go for it, but with the number of things you’ve let him do to you, you should be allowed to have something every once in a while too.

Just to try it. Once or twice.

Maybe more, if you both like it.

“Alright.” He agrees easily with a sigh, lifting you off his lap and beckoning you to follow him to his bedroom.

“That was easier than I expected,” You mutter when he emerges from his closet with a few silky light blue ropes.

“You’ll be begging me to take control soon enough.” He’s confident, cocky, like always. “Where do you want me?”

You nod towards the bed, he smirks, undressing, his growing length giving away his excitement as he gets on his large bed.

He lays at the top of the bed, moving a few pillows under his neck to give support so he can easily watch you in action.

“Hands up.” You instruct as you climb onto the bed and straddle Satoru’s waist, still fully clothed. He smirks, crossing his wrists and holding them over his head, watching intently as you snake your lower lip between your teeth, concentrating intently on tying the knot and ensuring it’s not too tight.

You didn’t ask for it so you’re a little surprised and excited to see he’s not using his Infinity around his wrists to prevent you from actually tying him up. You’ll have to thank him for that later.

Taking the rest of the rope, you intricately tie several knots along his elbows before moving down to his shoulders, chest, abdomen, and at the base of his groin as he watches with a mischievous smile.

“Been thinking about this for a while, I see.”

“A time or two, yeah.”

Sitting back on your haunches, you admire your work. Not professional by any means, since this is the first time you’ve done anything like this. But it’ll get the job done and serve its purpose. The color of the rope Satoru chose looks great around his pale skin, and the way the ropes are tied around his biceps and abdomen makes his sinewy muscles appear so much bigger.

“Proud of yourself?” He quips when he sees a slight smile growing on your face.

You hum, looking over his neatly tied-up body before meeting his crystalline gaze, “Can I take a picture?”

Satoru frowns deeply at your requests before rolling his eyes and agreeing. Probably thinking about all the photos he has of you he has stored away on his phone.

Scooting off the bed and grabbing your phone, you snap a few photos - little keepsakes of the time Satoru fucking Gojo let you tie him up and ride him like a mechanical bull, should it be the only time he allows this to happen.

As you undress, he watches with awe and appreciation for every dip and curve of your body, and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches slightly as you slowly crawl on the bed to straddle his lap again. With a small chuckle, you place several small kisses on his lips, not letting him deepen them like he normally would.

Instead, you kiss and lick along his jaw and suck a few spots at the base of his neck before leaving littering his shoulders, chest, and abdomen with little red spots where your teeth scraped, marking him as yours.

He can easily heal these at any time, especially after you’re done tonight, but part of you hopes he doesn’t.

Your touch is feather-light, feeling every part of his warm skin, feeling and watching the way each of his muscles contracts as you move them lower on his body until you’re swiping your thumb over his hardened cock.

A smirk spreads across your lips as you look up at him through thick lashes, feeling the precum that’s already leaking from his tip. His pupils are blown, more black than blue as you lean down, licking your lips, and placing several small kitten licks on the tip and underside of his cock.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” He spits while bucking his hips, trying to force you to take his length down your throat.

“Don’t be a brat.” You stare at him with the same icy look he gives you when you whine too much. His brow quirks up and a smirk appears on his lips knowing precisely what you’re doing.

“Can’t handle five minutes with a taste of your own medicine?” You tut disapprovingly. “Pathetic”

Satoru glares at you while you grab his cock, slowly dragging your hand up and down with no intention of speeding up. And with the way he throws his head back with a frustrated huff, you can’t tell if he’s hating this or loving it.

He hasn’t tried breaking free, so you’ll go with the latter for now.

You can tell how badly he wants you, and you need it too - need that release you’ve been craving all week. So you ghost your lips around his skin as you slowly bring yourself up to his lap once again.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as you rub your slick pussy on his cock a few times, letting your neglected click rub against the head of his cock before lining yourself up, bouncing on his tip with a few short bursts.

Satoru watches intently, lips parted with pinkened cheeks waiting, surprisingly patiently, for you to slowly sink yourself down like you have so many times before.

Instead, you take him by surprise, slamming yourself down onto his hips. You both throw your heads back in pleasure while he tugs on the ropes at his wrist in an attempt to touch you.

“Fucking shit,” He groans out in a deep raspy voice.

Sucking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, you give yourself some time to adjust to being filled so completely by him. His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes as you place your hand on his knee, circling your hips against his and placing your other hand on your breast to get the stimulation you’re lacking from his hands being tied.

Usually, Satoru’s voice is deeper, more gravely, and rough with need when you’re fucking. But as he watches you squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple while moaning out so pretty as you bounce on his silky cock, he whines. A higher pitch than you’ve ever heard come from the man below you.

He’s staring at you with wide, pleading eyes. Watching where you’re connected with parted lips that are begging you not to stop.

And you don’t. Only because you might die right now if you did, with the burning sensation that’s quickly forming in the depths of your belly.

Satoru looks so pretty like this. With silk ropes that match his crystalline eyes, the soft pink blush from his cheeks has extended to the tips of his ears and down to his chest.

And god, the whimpers.

Fuck. You should have asked him if you could record this too.

One thing you learned about Satoru very early on in your friendship. He’s not an incredibly patient man. He can be, like how he displayed earlier in the night, but with your plan, you made one fatal flaw.

One he probably realized immediately, yet he let you continue on with your shenanigans. You didn’t tie his legs.

Lifting his knees, you’re forced forward, placing your hands on his chest and stomach, grabbing onto the ropes for dear life as he thrusts his hips, meeting your every bounce.

Skin slapping and moans quickly fill the room as he pistons into your hips at a relentless pace.

“So-so close,” You whine as you lean down and press your lips to his in a series of searing, sloppy kisses.

Your lips are barely moving in sync as you both concentrate on finding your releases, tongues pressed against one another and saliva connecting you both when you manage to pull away.

“Gonna- gonna fuckin’ cum, baby,” Satoru groans, “Gonna fill you up, gonna put a baby in you. You’d like that, yeah? Cause you’re mine?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fill me up, Satoru!” You chant, relenting control, despite you’re insistence on having it in the beginning, “Fill me up, make me yours.”

You both cry out, watching each other's faces contort in pleasure as your walls spasm on his cock so hard it’s like you want to keep him there forever. He can’t help the way he cums, back arching as a loud guttural groan fills the room once his seed is released into your throbbing pussy.

“God damn,” Satoru laughs, easily snapping the ropes with a flick of his wrist, pulling you into his chest. “Ijichi needs to fuck up more often.”

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NSFW Gojo Week (4)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

As the executive assistant, it's your job to make sure the company anniversary event goes on without a hitch. Your boss, however, has another idea for your talents.

cw: possessive gojo, power dynamic, boss x employee/ceo x assistant, edging, degradation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, hate sex (kinda)

words: 2.2k

Masterlist • Day 3 • Day 5

Sometimes you hate your boss. You really, really do.

He loves to hear the sound of his own voice, loves to tease and poke fun at you any chance he gets. He’s also impatient, rash, has no regard for others and the authority they hold.

And sometimes he’s just plain mean.

But god, if he isn’t fucking sexy.

White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright with frosted lashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection. An absolute Adonis if you’ve ever seen one.

Sometimes you forget how much you hate him. Especially when he hands you his black credit card telling you to find the perfect dress for your company's upcoming fiftieth-anniversary event.

Everyone in the company attends these events and as the CEO’s personal assistant, your attendance is required. You need to radiate elegance, beauty, and grace to fit in with the elite echelon that will also be present.

It’s important that those with status and power within the company look their best. The men will be in hand-crafted, tailored suits, and the woman in luxury designer gowns.

You know when Gojo tells you to pick something out for the event that he expects you to choose something classy, yet sexy. It’ll show skin, but not too much.

He says it’s because he doesn’t appreciate the way other men leer at you. Part of you has always wondered if it’s something else.

When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you’re sure of:

First, he doesn’t have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him doesn’t seem to be interested in settling down.

Second, you don’t miss the looks he gives you every day in the office.

You notice the way he watches you at your desk, just outside his office, from time to time, chewing on your pen as you listen intently to whoever is on the other line trying to schedule a meeting with him. You’ve also noticed the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his intense gaze. And you can feel the hole he’s burning into your ass when you walk away, hips swaying back to your own space.

On the night of the anniversary event you wear a black, floor-length dress with two slits up to your thighs, pinches at your waist perfectly, and shows off your bust. You haven’t seen Gojo yet, but you’re sure he’ll appear at any moment.

All of the board members, higher-ups, and competitors are here tonight to celebrate the company's accomplishments throughout the years. In the little circle you stand in talking with several of them, you recognize one in particular who has come to see Gojo several times over the years.

Naoya Zenin, with his bleach-blonde hair and designer tux, hands you a drink with a Cheshire grin while looking you up and down, “You know, you look great for your age. You should wear things that accentuate your womanly features more often.”

You tilt your head to the side and blink several times at his backhanded compliment before gaining your composure and accepting his drink. You would love nothing more than to give him a taste of his own medicine right now, but anything you say or do would reflect poorly on the business, and now isn’t the time for that.

Before Naoya has a chance to insult you again, a large hand snakes around your waist, pulling you into him.

“What’s going on here?” Gojo’s tone is icy, accusatory, but for what, you’re not sure.

“Oh nothing much,” Naoya says eyes flickering between the two of you, “Just chatting with your personal assistant.”

You glare at him while Gojo grabs the drink Naoya gave you from your hand, sniffing it quickly before handing it back to his competitor.

“Those of us presenting awards tonight aren’t allowed to drink until after the ceremony. There’s still plenty of work that needs to be done before we can relax.”

Gojo swiftly presses the drink back into Naoya’s hand causing it to spill all over his suit, causing the man to roll his eyes and grumble before walking away.

Turning to Gojo, you smile meekly while adjusting his tie. As expected, he looks better than ever in his fitted black suit, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy’s an asshole.”

He’s watching you with an expression you can’t read, but he does nod slowly in acknowledgment, “I need your help getting some last-minute changes organized before the announcements and awards are presented.”

Things like this aren’t uncommon, having to change the presentation or make other small things so everything runs smoothly at these events, so you studiously walk with Gojo to the elevator, making your way to his office on the top floor.

He keeps his arm locked around your waist in the elevator, and all it takes is one look. One simple look of you looking up to meet his azure gaze, eyes staring at your lips before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours.

It doesn’t take long until you’re laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display as curls two fingers, hitting your sweet spot.

“G-Gojo, please,” You’re begging for the release he’s denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.

“I’ve already told you. When we fuck, call me Satoru.”

Tears are forming in the corner of your eyes, hips thrusting up to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit as you whine, “Sa-Satoru, please, please!”

The top of your dress has been pulled down, breasts exposed, and bouncing with every thrust. The hem has been lifted over your hips, bunched up at your waist. But aside from his tie having been loosened and a few of the top buttons undone, he’s still totally clothed.

“Please what, baby?” He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.

Your brain is mush at this point, but you don’t care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.

“I need - fuck - I need to cum, please.”

He quirks an eyebrow before cooing, “You need to cum?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you shake your head yes.

Satoru snickers rubbing his thumb over your neglected clit in small tight circles, “See, I don’t really think you do. You need water for hydration, air to breathe. But you don’t need to cum.”

Your legs tremble and twitch, the thread that’s formed in your belly threatening to snap at any moment. And he knows, which is why he removes his thumb from your clit at the last possible second.

Tears well in the corner of your eye as you gasp out several obscenities at the loss of stimulation, unsure of what you even said when your back arches off the desk.

“It would have been better to say you deserve to cum. But even then, that begs the question.”

You look at him with furrowed brows and decide you really do fucking hate him. You knew you did, but you’re always blinded when he’s nice and generous to you.

Even though he had the face of an angel, he’s actually the devil and you should have known as soon as he kissed you, this is how your time together was going to go.

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks seriously, pumping his fingers in and out of your core.

“Y-yes.”

His eyes widen as he laughs - laughs - at your answer.

“Really? Do you really think so? With the way you smile at Nanami and Suguru, and laugh at their jokes in the break room? That I wouldn’t see you were giving that pathetic, fucking Zenin bastard ‘fuck me’ eyes when he handed you that cocktail?”

You huff at his words, sucking in a sharp breath between your teeth, “Is your ego really so fragile you think I’d flirt with any of them over you?”

He increases his pace at your remark, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling once again from having been denied your release only seconds or minutes prior, you’re not sure.

“Ask nicely.”

“What?”

He glares at you, “Ask nicely and I’ll think about letting you cum.”

“Please, please, please, I’ll do anything!” You whine, so pathetic, so pretty with the thought of your release being within reach, “Please fuck me, please let me cum.”

“Fine. You’re so fuckin’ needy.” He breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle as his slacks fall to the floor.

You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as he releases it from the confine of his briefs. You snake your lip between your teeth at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times.

Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge, and the tip perfectly pink.

Satoru hovers over you, the blunt tip of his cock slipping past your entrance as you inhale sharply from being stretched. He goes slower than you expect, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time. His large hands grip your waist so tight there’s sure to be bruises later, in an effort to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” He mutters, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled by him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was hellbent on edging you within an inch of your life.

He rocks his hips, gently, shallowly a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.

“Look at you,” Satoru coos, “Such a cockslut. Letting her boss fuck her brains out.” You clench around him automatically at his words, and he hisses, leaning over you. “Ha - you like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You moan out as he increases his pace, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.

Grabbing your legs, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down and crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he’s able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.

Just like you’ve always imagined, his lips are soft and full against yours; his kisses are needy and hurried, like if he doesn’t do this now, he may never get the chance again.

“Don’t cum.” He demands as you clench around him, heat in your core building and building once again.

Your eyes widen at his request, nails digging into the nape of his neck and tugging his hair, “What? Why?”

His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him trying your hardest to hold back your impending orgasm.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full-length windows in his office.

You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you’re on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re coming with me on all my business trips from now on,” He sighs as you kiss along his neck jaw, nipping at his earlobe while he pistons his hips into yours, “Been wanting to do this for so long.”

He’s fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, shattering around him as your mouth falls slack, vision going white from the intensity.

“Shhh, baby,” He coos, “We gotta get back s-soon.”

His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you’re gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.

You’re still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.

As you work on catching your breath, Satoru helps you stand on shaky legs, lazily kissing your lips as you hold onto his arms and shoulder for support. Leaning against the window, you wipe his sweat-covered bangs off his forehead before removing the lipstick stains littering his jaw and neck with your thumb.

Just as the two of you finish adjusting your clothes, someone rasps on his office before opening it.

Satoru is quick to cage you in against the window, hiding your face from whoever just entered.

Nanami, judging by the sound of his voice, “Gojo. The awards are about to start.” “Uh, yeah. We’ll - I’ll be down in a minute.”

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Could i request a Gojo x female reader fluff oneshot? I'm currently thinking about Pilot!Gojo x flight attendant reader AU wherein Gojo loves to flirt with reader (even onboard, yes, this man never misses a chance) but she's heard the rumors about him being a playboy so she always turns him down politely 'cause she thinks he's just playing around. In Gojo's POV though, he's actually serious and hasn't been seeing anyone since he's set his eyes on reader, so he doesn't give up on asking her out until she eventually accepts.

Thank you and pls take all the time you need!

omg i finally got around to writing this - i hope you like it!

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Pairing: soft!Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Satoru has had his eyes and heart set on you for quite a while. When you have an unexpected layover in Paris, this could be just the in he's been needing to win you over.

words: 2k

cw: romance, fluff, a few suggestive thoughts/comments from gojo

“Hi, welcome aboard.”

You smile and point down the aisleway toward the rows of seats as a tall, dark drink of water enters the cabin. He smiles, wide and bright back at you, and your cheeks flush ever so slightly.

As he makes his way down the passage you share a cheeky look with Manami, giggling as other passengers begin to filter in.

“Is he going to be your BOB this flight?” Manami jokes, shaking her shoulders teasingly.

Biting your lip, you look at the man as he takes a seat, smiling kindly at him before turning your attention back to her, “I’d like to think so.”

Satoru scoffs, leaning against the cabin wall with his arms folding over his chest watching how you joke about your newest ‘boyfriend on board.’

“You know,” he speaks up, causing you to turn and meet his crystalline gaze, “When I’m the pilot, you always have a boyfriend. And I’m not into sharing.”

His heart flutters with the way you smile and giggle at him, with bright, loving eyes before rolling them at his remark.

“Oh, please.” You wave him off, “You’ll have at least three girlfriends by the end of this flight who will be able to keep you plenty of company while I’m occupied.”

Satoru sighs, kicking off the wall to look out into the sea of people who have all entered the plane, almost ready for take off. He scrutinizes every face on board, every man and woman before his eyes drift back to you.

“Nah. I’m not interested.” Because all he can see is you.

You click your tongue, “You’re trying to tell us there’s no one on board you would want to hook up with?”

“No, none of the passengers.”

You hum and contemplate his words as Manami laughs softly, placing a hand on his chest suggestively, “How about non-passengers?”

Gojo sees the way you roll your eyes at her flirtatious advances before he removes Manami’s hand from his chest, “Not you either.”

He knows you’ve heard the rumors about him as soon as you started working with the airline. How he’s a player, never sees the same woman twice, and isn’t afraid to hook up with a passenger or three when there are long layovers.

But after meeting and talking with you a few times, he found himself always checking the logs to see if you were going to be one of the attendants on his flight, with a wave of disappointment washing over him each time you were assigned a different one than him.

Satoru’s been trying to get you to agree to just one date with him for some time now. You’ve always politely declined him, saying you’re looking for something serious and long-term, and that you don’t think the two of you see eye to eye on that.

It’s not a flat-out no, and you didn’t say you weren’t interested in him at all. So, he still has a chance.

At first, he took it as a challenge, hellbent on getting you to agree to spend one on one time with him. But once he saw how sweet you are, how kind and nurturing, he knew you’re someone who deserved what you were looking for.

Someone who deserves a long-term commitment and someone who doesn’t want to sleep with you for the sake of saying they did.

So, he stopped his flings. Stopped hitting on random passengers who caught his eye or who slip him their phone numbers as they were exiting the plane.

Now, during long flights such as this one, he finds himself daydreaming about what life would be like with you. If you gave him a chance to show he thinks you’re worth everything you want and so much more.

He thinks about how you’d have two kids - both with your hair and his eyes. They would be the perfect blend of the two of you combined. If you wanted to continue working, he’d be supportive. If you wanted to quit your job and stay home with your kids - he’d absolutely let you.

When he gets home at night, he’d take them off your hands and let you relax, but not before he kissed your sweet lips and you welcome him home with that gentle smile he loves so much. He’d take you out where ever you wanted, romantic dates away from the kids from time to time.

And when you really needed time away, he’d book the most expensive hotel suite he can find, kiss your neck and shoulders in the quiet room until he’s laying you flat on your back and spreading your-

“Ladies and Gentleman, welcome aboard flight 380 with service from Tokyo, Japan to Paris, France. This is your co-pilot Geto Suguru speaking….”

Satoru sighs heavily, being forced to snap out of his thoughts when his friend and co-pilot makes their departure announcement.

The layover in Paris was originally intended to only be a few hours. During that time, Satoru was hoping he’d be able to convince you to get a quick dinner with him, but a storm rolled in which caused their plans to change.

Now, he sits on his bed in the luxury hotel the airline set up for the crew. Including you.

After finding out the news and checking in, you stated you were tired from the long flight and wanted to get some rest.

It’s been a few hours since then, and Satoru has mindlessly watching T.V. as he lays on his bed, flipping through all of the channels. He’s debated on texting you a few times to see if you were awake, but he’s assumed that if you were, you’d be with Manami.

Suguru said he was going to go out on the town and try to meet up with someone. Notably, Suguru didn’t make an effort to ask Satoru to join - not that he would have anyway since he’s hoping to be able to spend at least some time with you tonight.

Clicking his tongue and trilling his lips, he decides to leave his hotel room and walk down to the vending machine to grab a soda. On his way, he hears the distinct sound of Suguru’s voice followed by Manani’s high-pitched giggles.

Turning the corner, Satoru can see Suguru and Manami dressed up with her arm wrapped around his as they walk down the hall to the elevator. He narrows his eyes at the scene wondering why Suguru never mentioned the two of them were hooking up.

He quickly pushes that aside when he realizes that since Manami seems to be going out for the evening, and will probably be gone all night knowing Suguru. That leaves you all alone.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he quickly checks the messages the two of you had exchanged earlier. Specifically the one letting him know which room number you’re in, should either of you need anything or if something happens, he would know where to find you.

Satoru can’t help the grin that’s spread across his face at this turn of events as he knocks on your hotel door.

It’s quiet for a moment before he’s able to make out quiet shuffling from inside the room before you slowly open the door to see who’s knocked.

“Oh, Satoru,” You smile, “Everything okay?”

His breath is taken away at the sight of you. He’s sure you’d laugh at him for thinking this but the image of you with freshly washed hair, no makeup, in a pillowy white robe covering your frame and dewy skin from your moisturizer that smells heavenly:

You look better than ever.

He chuckles awkwardly, scratching at his undercut as you look at him with curious eyes. His heart sinks a little, just knowing you’re going to turn him down yet again because he was too late to make up his mind and come see you before you got ready for bed.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to go to dinner?” Your eyes flicker across his face quickly as he speaks, “Suguru already had plans and I haven’t eaten yet.”

You narrow your eyes at him, wondering about his true intentions before your stomach growls loudly causing you to raise your brows and your cheeks to heat in embarrassment, “Um, yeah. Sounds like it could be fun. Manami said she was busy tonight so I was just going to go the bed early.”

“Great!” Satoru exclaims a little too excitedly before clearing his throat, “Yeah, great. Just someplace casual you know. Meet in the lobby in thirty?”

You laugh and nod your head in agreement before saying “Bye, Satoru,” in a tone that was just a little too flirty to have been intentional, but he’ll take what he can get.

The sound of your heels clicking through the lobby echoes as you make your way to where Satoru stands, laughing quietly when you see him in black slacks and a light blue button-down shirt.

“I thought you said this was casual?” You tease.

He grins back, eyes roaming over your frame, “I had nothing else to wear. You look fantastic.”

You didn’t even do anything all that special. Put on a simple, flowy sundress with heels, put your hair up, and added some light makeup.

But his compliment is sincere and endearing, and you’re heart flutters.

Hooking your arm to Satoru’s, he leads you out of the hotel, a few blocks away to a small restaurant. There are vines and pastel flowers growing on the side of the building, with railing and seating outside.

You’re able to hear the music as you approach, expecting it to be loud when you enter. But as you’re taken to your seats, you’re surprised at how soft it is.

“Did you plan this?” You question as Satoru ushers you into a chair before pushing you in.

He shrugs, watching you with bright eyes, “I aim to impress. Like it?”

You look around the restaurant, admiring your surroundings with a vibrant smile before looking at him, “Yeah, this is… this is great, Satoru.”

“Wanna dance?” He asks, noticing the way you’ve started to sway to the soft music, watching as several couples have left their seats to dance to the music, hand in hand.

Satoru doesn’t give you time to answer, grabbing your hand, dragging you to the dance floor as you laugh, and chastising him for not waiting for you to respond.

He places his hand on your waist, the other in your hand and you take a deep breath, your heart feeling like it’s going to pound out of your chest at any moment due to the close proximity.

You’re hoping he can’t feel how sweaty your palms have gotten with the way you sway romantically to the music. The heat of his body pressing against yours, the way his thumb gently caresses your hip.

It’s like how you’ve imagined so many times.

You only turn down his advances because you’re not sure he would be faithful and honest, but it’s hard to consider that as a possibility when his eyes are burning into yours with an intensity and passion you’ve never seen from him before.

In a sudden move, Satoru twirls you before pulling you back into him, your hand landing on his chest, lips inches apart from one another.

The tension is thick, overpowering as your eyes flicker between his and down to his lips a few times. He watches intently, looking over each and every one of your features before taking a chance and filling the gap, placing his lips gently atop yours while cupping your cheek.

His lips are softer than you expected, sweeter too.

You’re surprised he doesn’t try to deepen the kiss, with the way you allowed your lips to move against his with ease until he pulls back, running his nose along the length of yours, thumb swiping over your bottom lip.

“We can head out of here, go back to my room, and order room service.”

Ah. There it is.

You laugh, playfully smacking his chest, “Don’t push your luck.”

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Beautiful Disaster (11)

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11 | Midnight

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

After Shoko's ex is an ass to her, you take matters into your own hands

words: 3.1k

cw: drinking, slight jealousy, reader being an idiot, gojo letting her be an idiot, reader punching someone, car sex, rough sex, creampie

AN: Nothing bad is ever going to happen between these two 👍

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February 2012

Things between you and Satoru have been great since the new semester started. You’re closer than ever, spending as much time with each other and your friends as you possibly can.

Mei has been notably absent around campus, to both your surprise and happiness. You had half expected her to show her face the moment the two of you arrived back at the boys' house.

You’re not sure if Satoru said anything to her or not, after your heart-to-heart with each other over break, but you’re certainly not complaining. And you don’t want to bring it up and ruin this blissful honeymoon period you’re finding yourselves in.

Every once in a while you’ll see Mei at a campus party but it’s never for long. The last time you saw her, she had an arm around Naoya Zenin, and you’re guessing that has more to do with his family business and money than anything else.

Tonight you’re having another party of sorts. It’s smaller, at Satoru’s campus house with quiet, upbeat music playing in the background as Shoko vents about a guy she started seeing right before Winter break.

Satoru, Suguru, Choso, and Sukuna are talking, joking, and goofing around in the kitchen while you, Utahime, and Nitta sit around the coffee table sipping on your mixed drinks, listening to Shoko.

From the corner of your eye, you can feel Satoru staring at you from the kitchen. Turning your head, you’re met with a flirty grin that causes your cheeks to heat and bite your lip before turning your attention back to the matter at hand.

“And then I went into the break room and he had her pressed against the wall basically fucking her.” Shoko groans before knocking back her drink.

She started working as a Phlebotomist, which is where she met the guy she started seeing. And where she found him cheating on her, apparently.

“Such a fucking prick. I told you I didn’t like him when we met.” Utahime interjects.

“Seriously, Shoko. You’re so smart and gorgeous with a great life ahead of you. He’s the one that’s going to be missing out.” Nitta adds.

You hadn’t met the man before leaving for break, but you try to be encouraging nonetheless, “you’ll find someone who respects you and truly cares for you. Maybe you already have and you just don’t know it yet.”

Shoko snorts before taking another drink as you give her a soft smile, eyes flickering between her and Utahime for a moment.

When the guys make their way into the living room, Satoru brings you a new mixed drink, handing it to you before sitting on the couch behind you, pulling you onto his lap. He’s been holding you close all night and your best guess is because Choso is here to hang out with Suguru.

You’ve noticed anytime Choso tries to talk to you about your classes, or about anything in general, really, Satoru gets a lot handsier. Pulling you close, abruptly kissing you in the middle of a conversation. Nothing is off-limits with him.

You brought it up, trying to ask why he’s so jealous and acts that way, especially with his history with Mei, but he just says he’s not the jealous type. You laughed, reminding him when he thought you slept with Suguru and that’s when he suddenly decided he wanted to be exclusive.

“He also said he doesn’t want to be with someone who is taller than him in heels and then told me there was no way I was smart enough to make it through medical school.”

Shoko has tears in her eyes, head resting on Utahime’s shoulders recounting the conversation she forced him to have when they broke up.

“What the fuck?” You mutter with raised eyebrows while Utahime gasps before chastising Shoko for not telling her that part. “Shoko this guy is so fucking infuriating. I really want to kick his ass. No man should ever speak to you that way.”

She laughs for the first time all night, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table, “I wouldn’t mind seeing that, honestly.”

“Want me to?”

Shoko would never do something like that herself, as kind-hearted as she is, but you’re pissed for your friend, and tipsy enough to go through with it.

She laughs again which brings a smile to your face, “Are you serious?”

You nod, maybe a little too enthusiastically before looking at Satoru who is watching you with his own amused expression and wide smile, “Do you even know how to throw a punch?”

“Nope! But I’m going to do it. Where is he?”

“We were supposed to go to a different party tonight,” Shoko says between blowing her nose, “It’s downtown, at one of his friend's places.”

You turn and look at Satoru with wide, shining eyes, “Will you take us there?”

He laughs, amused at your feistiness - something he’s always loved about you, “Calm down, killer. First I’m going to teach you how to punch.”

Satoru ushers you off his lap, moving over in the living room to give the two of you enough space, showing you how to hold your hand properly, and to not tuck your thumb. He also warns you that it’s going to hurt worse than you expect, especially when punching someone in the face.

You giggle a few times, tipsy and tripping over your own feet, falling into his arms as he catches you with his own boisterous laugh.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Yeah. But can we go soon before I lose my nerve?” You’re grabbing your shoes as Utahime, Shoko, and Suguru all get ready to leave as well.

He chuckles, “Sure, babe.”

“Okay,” you breathe after gathering your things, bouncing on your feet in anticipation, “Ready to go kick some ass?”

“You’re perfect for me,” Satoru whispers, pulling your chin up to him, and pressing his lips to yours.

You make him want to be a better person. You’re sweet, kind, and more adventurous than he expected when you first started dating. He loves that he brings out that side of you. And you, you reign him in enough to not be so wild and carefree.

He really believes you bring out the best in one another.

Shoko is able to get the address of the party pretty easily, from another one of her friends who was planning on attending tonight.

When you arrive, it’s a very familiar sight; similar to the parties thrown at Satoru’s place. Loud, obnoxious, red plastic cups littered everywhere, and plenty of cars parked in front of the house.

Taking a deep breath, you look at Shoko, raising your eyebrows and giggling at what you’re about to do as she nods her head toward a group of guys standing outside the house. They’re talking, all with cups in their hands and laughing about something one of them said.

Scrunching your nose, you give Satoru a quick peck on the lips before walking up to the group of guys. Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and Utahime hang back, letting you do your thing. Satoru will get involved if he needs to.

Choso didn’t want to take part in your drunken shenanigans and Sukuna stated he was going to meet up with someone, but wanted to hear the tales of you kicking ass tomorrow when he’s back. You’re surprised Utahime joined since she rolled her eyes and called you immature before heading this way.

The group of guys stop talking, a few of them quirking an eyebrow, looking you up and down as you as for Shoko’s ex.

“Yeah, he’s inside.” One of them nods towards the door of the house.

“Could you go get him for me? I just need to talk to him for a second but I can’t stay long.”

One of them smirks, looking you up and down again before chuckling, heading inside. You stand awkwardly, hands in your pocket to keep them warm until the man of honor emerges from the house a few minutes later.

When he comes out he smiles salaciously, showing a perfect row of teeth, “Do I know you?”

“No. But I’m friends with Shoko,” You point back at her and he looks over with furrowed brows, “And I have something for you.”

He looks at you confused just before your fist makes contact with his nose. And Satoru was absolutely right, it hurts way worse than you expected, but it was also exhilarating. Silly. And a really dumb fucking idea.

But you can’t help the way you giggle as your mouth hangs open from the pain, tucking your hand between your thighs for a moment as you suck a deep breath between your teeth.

“What the fuck?” The man says, swiping the back of his hand over his nose, seeing the little bit of blood spilling out.

“Fuck you. Never speak to me again!” Shoko yells, giggling as she and Utahime scamper back to Suguru’s car with him in tow.

You laugh, running back to Satoru, throwing your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. You’re on your tip toes, moving your hands to his shoulders guiding him to take several steps backward, until his back hits his car.

He’s laughing, smiling between kisses, reaching back and opening his car door with one hand, never breaking the kiss until you sit and he has to close the door.

You watch, biting your lip as Satoru makes his way around the front of the car, hearing the man you punched yell about how you’re a crazy bitch. Satoru smiles, flipping him off before getting into the driver's seat.

As soon as his door is closed, you’re scurrying onto his lap, pushing your hips into his. He groans with a soft “fuck,” when you rock back and forth, his hands quickly making their way to your waist, pushing you down further.

You moan quietly when Satoru’s hands find their way up your shirt, running small circles with his thumbs below your breasts while he focuses on kissing and nipping your neck.

Adrenaline is running through your veins, and you’re shaking from excitement, needing a release to help calm down, “Satoru, I need you to fuck me.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

He groans, slipping his hands into the small space between the two of you, ripping the tights you have on under your skirt to expose your pussy to him. Satoru moves your panties to the side easily, sliding his fingers between your folds before pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles.

You moan into him, kissing his jaw and lips as you focus on unbuckling his belt, helping him shuffle his pants and briefs down to release his hardening cock.

The car is quickly getting warm, windows starting to fog with your hot breath and the warmth of two bodies pressed into one another. You stroke his cock slowly, squeezing the tip as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes you see stars until your legs are shaking and you’re gushing around him, throwing your head back in pleasure as your orgasm washes over you.

Your kisses are hurried, frenzied, all tongue and teeth as you take his hard cock, lining him up with your entrance. Satoru’s hands are on your hips, helping you slide down his length until you’re fully seated, moaning into one another.

Placing your hands on the roof of his car, you use that as support to help your roll your hips and his on your waist helping you bounce up and down the best you can in the cramped space.

This has to be one of your favorite views, when you’re on top of him, driving him wild. He’s biting his lip, cheeks tinted with a pink blush that extends down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. When you lift his shirt to get a view of the way his muscular abs constrict with each of your movements.

“Fuck, baby,” He mutters as his eyes drift down to where you’re connected, watching a ring of white form around the base of his cock.

After your heart-to-heart conversation over Winter break, you don’t use condoms anymore. You’re too adventurous and in love.

Satoru says whatever happens, happens. If you were to get pregnant, the two of you will figure it out. You on the other hand argued that your mother would stop paying your tuition. He didn’t care, said he would take care of you, anything you wanted. But you can’t let yourself lean on him like that over something that’s preventable, so you started taking birth control.

However, if your mom does find out about that, there would be hell to pay as well. But at least you have a better argument about trying to stay somewhat safe, rather than explaining you got pregnant.

“I’m close, so close,” You mewl into Satoru’s lips, leaning forward just enough that his cock continues to hit your g-spot with every bounce.

He groans, feeling the way your pussy constricts around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he mouths a silent, “Oh my god,” before crashing his lips with yours just as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Satoru loves this. Loves the way you are together. How neither of you can control yourselves with each other, how you need one another. It’s not what he expected to happen, but he doesn’t regret it, not for a moment.

You focus on kissing his neck as you come down from your high, taking several deep breaths before nibbling the shell of his ear, whispering, “Drive.”

“Mm. You’re perfect,” He says before easily turning on his car, shifting into gear.

You giggle, rolling your hips on his lap as he looks over your shoulder trying to concentrate on the road, but it’s hard when you’re moving your hips against his. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel from gripping so hard. He’d be afraid he’s going to break it, but that’s the last thing on his mind right now.

He speeds down the road, not for long before he’s pulling into an empty parking lot, throwing the car back into park.

In one swift movement, he’s wrapping a long arm around your waist to hold you close as he opens the driver door, easily lifting you and keeping you connected.

The air outside is cool, especially compared to the inside of the car. When the wind blows, a cold chill runs down your spine leaving goosebumps along your skin before Satoru presses your back to the side of his car so he can move his hips more freely, relentlessly.

You laugh a little, tilting your head back against the edge of the car taking in the pleasure he’s giving you as he continues to watch the way his length disappears in you, gripping your hips so hard there are sure to be bruises from his fingertips.

The wind blows again, it’s chilly but feels amazing as your body continues to heat up, even after being outside of the cramped, hot space of the car where your bodies were so closely connected.

“Need a better angle,” Satoru mutters to himself softly before grabbing you by the ass, hoisting you up a little so he can carry you to the hood of his car.

Satoru pulls out slowly, setting your legs on the ground as you whine at the loss of being filled. His smile is lopsided, eyes blown with lust as he turns you around, pushing you down gently so your face is pressed against the warm hood of his car.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he grunts out, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance once again, easily sliding himself between your slippery folds.

You’re smiling, moaning into the wide open space of the outdoors. It’s quiet, the dead of night and the only sounds that can be heard are mewls of pleasure as the sound of Satoru slamming his hips against your ass.

He laughs, a little unhinged when he notices large, puffy snowflakes falling from the sky, blowing in the wind. Satoru presses a hand to the center of your back, keeping you down as he spreads your legs wider with his knees so he can get deeper, losing himself in you.

Satoru leans back, smacking his hand on your ass, watching the way it giggles as you moan his name at the contact. And he really can't help the way he rips your tights even further, exposing your ass to him so he can spread your cheeks with his large hands.

And he really can’t help himself he lets a trail of saliva fall from his lips, right onto your other hole, feeling the way your pussy clenches around him in surprise.

He sighs, it’s deep and longing as he spreads his saliva with his finger before slowly pressing his finger in. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, a new kind of heat forming in your core as he moves his finger in and out at a much slower pace than his hips.

“Gonna fuck you here one day,” his voice is rough with need, want, and desire.

“Please,” You’re practically begging for it now as your clench around him.

Satoru pulls his finger out and you whimper until you feel his hand snake under your stomach until his long fingers are wrapped around the base of your throat.

You watch him through the corner of your eye, turning when he hooks his finger into your mouth pulling your face to look at him.

“Open.” He commands and you listen, moaning when he spits into your mouth.

It’s enough to set you over the edge again, convulsing like you’re having a seizure out in the open, for anyone to see.

“Gonna fill you so f-full of me,” he babbles as he continues to pump his hips vigorously, “Gonna fuck you ‘til it sticks, ‘til you’re full and round of me.”

The thought sends him over the edge, slamming his hips into yours a few more times until he’s moaning out your name, his warm seed spilling out each time he continues to pump his hips into overstimulation.

You’re both breathing heavily, he’s littering your neck, cheek, and jaw with little kisses as he works on catching his breath with half-lidded eyes. When he finally pulls out, he watches the way his cum drips out of your core with a lopsided smile.

“What are you kids doing out here?” A deep voice says, startling the two of you.

Your eyes are wide and Satoru laughs as he helps you stand before shuffling you into his car, the two of you laughing at the absurdity of tonight, kissing until he closes your door behind him, running to the driver's side and speeding away.

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NSFW Gojo Week (7)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Asking Gojo to stay late to help you train turns out to be more beneficial than anticipated.

cw: gojo's a little bit of an ass, edging, wax play, oral sex, vaginal sex

an: thank you so much to everyone who read and participated this week, it was so much fun!

words: 3.1k

Masterlist • Day 6

“Oh, come on.” Gojo says as he kicks you back, hands in his pocket, blindfold covering his eyes, “You can do better than that.”

“I’m tired. We’ve been going at this for hours. Not all of us have seemingly infinite stamina.”

He smirks, and you could swear that even though he has his blindfold on, he winked at your comment. You roll your eyes in response and huff, chest rising and falling as you lay on the floor in the training room of Tokyo Tech.

The room is dark, the only light coming from the candles lit all over the room. The light flickering off Gojo’s sharp jawline and perfectly unblemished skin almost makes him glow, appearing more ethereal than he normally does.

Tonight he’s in a casual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hang deliciously off his hips, exposing just enough to see the outline of the sexy v at his hips. It’s the outfit he typically wears each time you ask him to stay late and train with you.

Gojo comes over, crouches down in front of your feet resting his forearms on his thighs with a serious expression.

“You think curse users are going to give a shit if you’re tired?”

“I want you to give a shit that I’m exhausted.”

He smiles, teeth perfectly straight and pearly white, “Nope! Now get your ass up and let’s go again.”

You press your lips together and kick your foot out in Gojo’s direction, only for him to catch your ankle. With your other leg, you lock your knee in with his ankle and force him onto his back with you straddling his hips, pinning his arms above his head.

It was entirely way too easy.

He chuckles, nose inches away from yours, “When are we going to stop playing this game?”

“What game?” It comes out more breathless than you meant it to.

“The one where you ask me to stay late and train with you multiple times a week. We could just fuck. Wouldn’t that be easier than parading around in the shortest shorts you own?” 

Your cheeks flush immediately, letting go of his hands and sitting up, turning away from him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gojo laughs quietly, moving his hands up from your hips to the bare skin just under your shirt. You gasp at the contact of his warm hands while he glides gently over the waistband.

“Try again.”

“I’m serious. I ask you to help train me so I can get better.”

“Really~,” he asks, drawing out the word before rolling his hips once causing you to gasp and bite your lip still turned away from his gaze.

He sits up, hands spanning your waist drawing little circles with his thumbs just below your breasts while he ghosts his lips along your jaw, down your neck, and across your shoulders. You swallow and take a deep breath, hands relaxing to rest on his shoulders as you finally turn to align your noses.

Your lips part as your eyes flicker between his blindfold and lips several times before gravitating to him slightly, the corner of his lip twitches up as he leans forwards to meet you halfway.

Only to be stopped, unable to move forward again, lips just barely touching, “You can get more of what you want when you admit to your poor plan.”

He adjusts you slightly so you sink further onto his hips, feeling his growing length in his sweatpants before rocking your hips once.

That’s all it takes for your resolve to crack.

“Fine. I-” You give in with a sigh, bringing your index fingers up through the fabric of his blindfold next to his eyes, lifting it up and off to reveal his gorgeous cerulean eyes, “I was just doing this to spend more time with you.”

“Good girl,” he says with a cocky smirk, and the next thing you know, you’re flat on your back, Gojo’s lips pressed to yours in a dizzying kiss that leaves you more than breathless when he pulls away tugging your lower lip.

The lights flicker around the room from the candles as Gojo easily stripes off your shirt and bra, tossing them haphazardly to be found later. With a flick of his wrist, most of the flames in the room turn into puffs of smoke, leaving only the candles nearest you alight.

If you let yourself sit and think about it too long, you’d think this is kind of romantic. Alone, the dim light in the room casting your shadows along the walls, a burning passion and desire between the two of you.

Smirking mischievously, Gojo grabs one of the nearby candles. You gasp as he brings the candle lower letting the hot flame caress the swells of your breast, just below your nipple, across your abdomen, and through the valley of your breasts; the heat radiates close to your skin but he never lets it get close enough to burn.

It’s thrilling. Teetering on this edge of pleasure and pain as Gojo watches your expression, smiling when you giggle. Tilting the candle slightly, a few drops of melted wax drip onto your stomach. You hiss, stomach clenching from the searing contact, but it cools almost instantly.

“Mm, Gojo,” You whisper when he leans down to kiss along your jaw and neck, fingers finding his silky white tresses, the other wrapping easily around his shoulder.

“Satoru.” He corrects easily, voice muffled in the junction of your neck and shoulder as he focuses on sucking a little starburst under your ear.

Your eyes are closed and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips as you repeat back his name breathlessly thinking about how you haven’t had hickeys on your neck since high school. 

He moves lower, sucking several spots along your clavicle and chest before grabbing the candle again, thinking he’s going to do the same thing, bring the flame close to your freshly marked skin. Only this time, he tilts it until a few drops of hot wax splash onto the new tender spots.

You hiss from the sensation and are also slightly horrified by the jolt that’s sent to the apex of your thighs from his actions, slick pooling in your shorts.

As he continues to move lower, you grab at the shirt he’s wearing, pulling it off him, refusing to be the only naked one as he continues to strip you of your clothes. He’s more muscular than he appears with his shirts and sweatshirts on, it’s not uncommon for sorcerers to be muscular given all the physical activity, but his sinewy back and torso are to die for.

“No panties?” He looks up with wide, gleaming eyes as he pulls your shorts past your ankles, watching as you shake your head and bite your lip, “Fuck, you wanted this so bad.”

Your chest is heaving, tits rising and falling in anticipation; a fire is burning in your core, desire running rampant, waiting for him to touch you, to give you any stimulation to your aching clit.

Grabbing his blindfold, Satoru leans over you gently sliding the silk fabric over your head to cover your eyes. It’s so dark, you can’t see a thing out of it and it fits so snuggly there are no cracks to make out any light.

“How do you see out of this thing?” You turn your head a few times, trying to find an angle that lets you see something but it’s useless. 

Satoru laughs, running his hands along the length of your body slowly and that’s the only response you get until you hear him sigh before going back to suck a few small marks on your neck before nipping and licking his way to your breast, slipping a nipple in his mouth while palming the other.

Your back arches off the mats, pulling his hair while he pinches and tweaks each nipple with his thumb and forefinger, gently tugging on the other with his teeth.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, thrusting your hips up to try and meet his, to find stimulation while he’s rolling his fingers and tongue over your hardened buds.

He smiles, watching how you shamelessly squirm beneath him in pleasure, cock straining in his sweatpants from the sight. He’s thought about seeing you like this on more than one occasion. Usually, the center of his fantasies is when he gets home from helping you train, using his palm to release the ach between his thighs.

But seeing you like this is so much better than his fantasies. All needy and helpless, waiting for you to inevitably beg him to fuck you. And he will. But not yet.

You’ve been making him patiently wait for far too long.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when he lets go of your breast with a pop, squeezing the other before letting his hands roam to your waist and hips, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses in his wake, dipping his tongue in your belly button.

You lift your hips when he runs two fingers through your slipper folds.

“So sensitive,” He muses more to himself than you, palming his rock-hard cock through his sweatpants at the sight before massaging the plush skin of your thighs, lowering himself between them.

“Fuck, Satoru!” You cry out when he gives an experimental lick up the center of your core, leaving a too-soft, too-gentle kiss right on your neglected clit before moving to kiss and lick your thighs.

Your hands grip his hair, trying to keep him at your center so he can extinguish the flames that are threatening to swallow you whole right now. When he swats your hand away, you attempt to close your legs around his head in sheer neediness, but Satoru pushes your thighs apart.

“Keep your legs open.” He commands, forcing a loud, frustrated whine to leave your lips.

“Satoru, please, I need it, I need you. Please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy, pressing his thumb gently to your clit and giving one small, tiny circular motion.

“Oh god,” you moan out, much to his amusement, rutting your hips in a poor attempt at keeping the slightest amount of stimulation he just gave.

“Need me here, baby?” He asks condescendingly, watching you through his long, thick snowy lashes as you gasp, feeling his tongue run up your center, “Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Please- pleasepleaseplease,” you’re begging while he teases, letting his tongue explore every part of you for the first time.

And then he just stops.

You try your best to look around, unable to see anything still but you can feel the smirk that’s spread across his face right now against you.

“Satoru,” you’re whiney, needy and you want to keep rutting your hips to fuck yourself on his tongue but he’s moved his hands to your hips, halting any movement. “Satoru, what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps your legs spread wide open and hands cemented on your hips to keep you from moving.

“Please let me cum, please.”

Satoru laughs into you, the vibrations from his voice shooting to the tips of your fingers to your toes, causing them to curl.

You really thought begging would work, but he still seems annoyed that you played this little game of trying to spend time with him by training rather than just giving in to your desires and making what you want known. And that’s why he won’t give you any much-needed stimulation.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Satoru. I want you - I’ve wanted you, so bad,” You pant out in desperation, voice so deliriously needy you don’t have any time to be embarrassed about how badly you want him, need him right now.

He perks at the trembling of your voice, watching as you lay your head back in defeat and he laughs. Hot breath fanning your core before he enthusiastically licks along your folds, letting go of your hips to sink two fingers into your cunt, easily finding your sweet spot.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he focuses on rapidly flicking his tongue across your clit until you’re moaning all staccato and pretty for him, pulling on his hair, nails gripping into his shoulder as you shatter onto his hand when he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He works you through your release, watching you shiver and tremble, walls fluttering so delicately around his fingers. He’s losing his patience, losing his will to keep himself from you any longer.

When you come down from your high, head lolled to the side, Satoru pulls the blindfold off to reveal a devious glint in his eye.

He’s swift with his movements, pulling his sweatpants down just far enough so his cock springs free from the confines of his briefs, your eyes growing wide at the sight of his length, the red angry tip glistening from precum leaking from the slit.

“That’s-that’s not going to fit.” You breathe before laughing a little deliriously.

“You’ll make it fit yeah? For me, 'cause you wanted this so bad?”

You barely have time to nod your head before he’s hoisting you up, sitting back on the balls of his feet as he lines the tip with your entrance.

He presses his forehead against yours as he hisses, “fuck, so tight.”

Your nails dig into his shoulder as you continue to slide down his thick length, jaw slack from the feeling of being so full. More full than you think you’ve ever been before. 

Satoru licks along the length of your neck, groaning into you as you get fully seated on his lap. The kiss he places on your lips is slow and sensual as he moves his hips slightly, letting you adjust to his size.

Cupping your jaw, he slips his tongue in your mouth letting the wet muscle dance with yours before spitting in your mouth. It’s filthy, he’s filthy and the electricity running through your body is lighting your nerves on fire.

Your back hits something firm, to your confusion, when Satoru leans you back slightly, trailing his hands from your hair and neck over your breasts and down to your hips. Looking from side to side, you’re suspended in the air.

He’s able to read the confusion on your face, answering your question before you’ve even asked it.

“My Infinity.”

You laugh a little, “didn’t know you could do things like this with your technique.”

“I can do things you couldn’t ever imagine.” His eyes are more black than blue, filled with lust and desire as he quickly, roughly snaps his hips into you once, causing you to grab his arms for support.

Grabbing another candle, Satoru slowly lets the wax drip and fall along the top of your chest, watching intently as it rolls down over your breasts. It stings, causing you to suck in a breath between your teeth when the hot wax rolls over your sensitive, hardened buds. But the thoughts of pain swiftly vanish when he runs his tongue between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the junction of your shoulder and neck to suck a few small marks there.

He fucks into your rough and fast, pistoning his hips as he continues to drip candle wax along your chest and abdomen, feeling the way it begins to pool in your belly button. His hands are on you before the wax has a chance to dry, spreading the warm oil over your sides and back, pressing his hard chest into your softer one as he lays you back flat on the mat below.

“Oh god!” You clench as his tip hits your cervix in the most delicious way. It’ll bruise and be uncomfortable tomorrow, but that’s for you to worry about another time because right now it feels so damn good. “Right there, please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts your legs, pressing your knees to your chest as he continues to slam into your relentlessly.

“Like this baby?” Satoru asks breathlessly, babbling before giving you time to answer, “Yeah, you do. I knew y-you would. Knew you’d like it filthy- scratch my back.”

You oblige, digging your nails into his shoulder and dragging them down slowly each time the tip of his heavy cock pinches your cervix. It makes you want to close your legs, wrap them around his waist and never let him go.

He groans into you, sticking his fingers in your mouth causing you to choke and gag slightly before spitting again.

“Swallow.” He commands, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head as you do what he said, clenching around his cock so hard he knows you’re going to milk him for all he’s worth.

And he can hardly wait.

“Satoru, I’,m-I’m gonna-” Your voice is caught in your throat when he adjusts slightly, the tip of his cock brushes over your sweet spot, causing your vision to go white and a wave of ecstasy to course through your veins.

“Shit- that’s it, baby, give it to me, yes,” He moans before latching his lips to yours, pumping his hips, working your through your release.

And he was right, your walls squeeze and clench around him like a goddamn noose and he can’t hold back any longer. His fingertips dig into your hips as he pulls out, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking a few times before he throws his head back, letting out the filthiest, most sinful moan you’ve ever heard, his release covering your chest and stomach, alongside the now dried wax on your skin.

You’re both breathing heavily, the only sounds in the quiet training room coming from your deep breaths. Even though the only light in the room is from the few remaining candles, it’s too bright right now, so you cover your eyes with your elbows, letting what just took place on campus sink in.

You’d both be in a world of trouble if Yaga were to catch you in here, panting, you fully naked and Satoru halfway because he was too impatient to actually remove all articles of clothes. You’re not too worried about it though - after all, you do have faith that Satoru would cover for you. Come up with some excuse or at the very least, threaten Yaga and the higher-ups into letting you keep your job.

“You okay?” Satoru asks, snapping you out of your thoughts when he moves your elbow away from your face. You blink several times, eyes readjusting to the dim light in the room as he tucks several strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I-I’m okay. Holy shit.” You answer, still breathless from being fucked within an inch of your life.

“Good. I wanna go again.”