#again Gojo is more pathetic about it for sure like he got it BAD

[tinyarmsmcgee]

I gotta say it I just gotta. Y’all downplay Geto’s simp behavior!!! Like yeah Gojo is more out and pathetic about it but Geto wore a robe the name of which had Gojo in it!! His daughters were like we will never forgive you for killing our father but for his sake we let it go. FOR HIS SAKE MEANING THEY KNEW HOW MUCH HE STILL CARED. Also add all the official art where Geto is looking and smiling at Gojo like he hung the stars in the sky. Geto had his shit to deal with and was very determined to go his path but make no mistake. That man was also a grade a simp!! Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[lxnarphase]

want me to give you another one? ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...ft : gojo satoru + geto suguru + fushiguro toji + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : breeding kink, praise kink, spit kink, reader gets called 'mommy', dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, satoru goes insane from pussy, suguru wants a girl this time, toji being in love with his wife, sukuna doesn't like when people insult his soon-to-be-wife, sukuna is dating single mom!reader

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i really wanted to do the 'our baby is so cute, i want another one' 'yeah? you want me to give you another baby?' trope so here we are ❤︎ i couldn't think if i wanted to do others but if you'd like more please let me know ! ❤︎ also, the toji one ? is actually a sneak peek of a longer fic i'm working on ehehe

✧ g. satoru : it starts off with you nuzzling in satoru's arms as he watches tv. satoru notices that you began to get clingier after you put your baby girl to bed. every night, you would press against him as if you wanted to merge with him and he couldn't help but tease you about it. so when he feels you nipping his neck and your hand running under his shirt? when he hears you oh-so sweetly whisper, "don't you want to give me another baby, satoru?" into his ear? he's eagerly nodding, ready to do whatever the mother of his first baby wants. but instead of letting him on top...you climb over him and that look in your eye tells him everything he needs to know : he's fucked.

"baby, baby, baby, please," satoru whines, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. he feels like he has no control of his hips, he's so sensitive, but he can't stop fucking up into you. not when you're like this, practically buzzing with need and crazed energy. "c'mon, s'toruuuu," you purr, hands splayed out on his chest. "cum f' me again? please, honey, you only came once, 's not enough." the room is hot, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat. how long have you both been going? he didn't remember, he lost count of how many times his hips desperately pressed up, shooting his hot load into your wet, needy pussy. but you just wouldn't stop. not that he minded, but fuck, you were making him so brainless. he can feel his thick cum gushing out of you each time you lift your hips, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the mattress. "h-hah, it's so fucking messy," he groans, unable to stop himself from cumming again. "f-fuck me, baby, t-there's so much cum, y'r pussy is so fuckin' sloppy." you just won't stop milking him, your soft and wet walls massaging him as you moan just from the feeling of being filled up again. god, you were making him insane, what got into you— his eyes snapped up to you when he felt the wet drop of one of your tears on his chest. those pretty lashes of yours were getting wet with tears as he felt your thighs starting to shake, a weak moan leaving you. "c-can't," comes a pathetic sob, your hips desperately grinding down on his cock, moaning when you feel it throb. "c-can't stop, 'toru, 's not enough, i need it, n-need it so bad!" when you finally look at him and make eye contact, he feels like he's been shocked because you look a mess... "give me another baby, 'toru, i want another one, gimme another one, please—!" with no hesitation, his feet are planted into the mattress and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt, feeling himself cum just from the wail you let out into his ear. but he doesn't stop, he can't stop, not when his wife, his honey, his baby needs him to knock her up again so badly. "'m gonna give you whatever you want," he pants, his skin feeling like he was touching a live wire. "give it t'you 'til 'm empty, baby, gonna fuck you good, make sure it sticks, just like you, f-fuck, like y'want, yeah?" he feels you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "y-yeah, you want that, you fuckin' want that, s-s'just take it, baby, let me give you another fuckin' baby."

✧ g. suguru : your son had just turned one so you and suguru let his nieces, nanako and mimiko, come over to have a little celebration. seeing the way you cared for the twins and your baby boy the entire day made him think. his son was still a baby and had a lot of growing, but he knew the kid would look just like him with a few of your features. he's always wanted a girl, and helping his sister take care of the twins as they grew up only made the desire stronger. the two of you mentioned having another baby at some point, but the rest of the week, all he could think about was trying to get you pregnant again, maybe give you a girl this time...who knows, maybe he could fuck you so good you'd have twins.

"aww...i know, i know," suguru coos, his hand pressing into your tummy. that condescending smile on his face just makes you melt under him. he's slow and methodical with how he fucks you, like he wants you to remember every vein of his cock, how it curves up just perfectly that it nudges that spot where his hand is pressing down and makes you keen. his smile morphs into a knowing smirk, his free hand rubbing your thigh. "you're such a pretty mommy, princess. do you know that?" suguru's so sweet, he's so soft, he's treating you like your the most fragile thing on the planet. he sooo slowly grinds himself into you, his hand giving another little push down on your tummy. he's so sweet to you, such a loving husband... but you know. you can see it in his eyes, the hunger and deviance swirling around in those purple irises. he's getting you soft and pliant, melting into the bed as he praises you where he knows your weak. "taking such good care of my baby, aren't you? ," he praises. his hand is so warm as he starts to rub up and down your stomach. "such a shame the geto genes are so strong in the men. however." your breath hitches when he pulls all the way out before shoving his cock all the way in down to the base. you can't help the soft moan of his name, watching him lean down closer so that he's right over you. "the girls in my family always look like their mommy. what do you think, pretty girl? d'you wanna try? want to see if i can give you a girl?" as soon as you nod, suguru fully leans over you, using his arms to hold himself over you and he really starts to fuck you. he's merciless, managing to keep that stupid fucking smile on his face as his balls slap against your ass. "she'll be so pretty, just like her mommy, so so so fucking pretty," he coos as if he isn't making tears drip down your face. he loves seeing his baby like this, so sweet and pretty for him. "okay, angel. 'm gonna give you another one, gonna flood this cunt alllll dayyy longgg."

✧ f. toji : toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you. yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things. but god, did he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid he gave you. so when megumi tells you both what he wants for his birthday...“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly. “but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.” little brat. toji doesn't hesitate to let megumi have a sleepover with yuuji the next day, dragging you into the bedroom as soon as he gets back home.

“you want to give the kid a sibling, hm," he hums against your mouth, teeth tugging on your lower lip. you feel how hot the tip of his cock is as he rubs circles into your clit with it, smearing his precum all over you. "wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?"  you just hummed, a little breathless. your hand came up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. “mm, honey, you've gotta stop asking questions you know the answer to,” you cooed, guiding him down closer so you could press a kiss against the scar on his lip. “don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.” after those words left your pretty little mouth, toji let out a laugh of disbelief, his mind instantly realizing that you, being a little minx, were 100% going to give him the worst breeding kink ever. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum, and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick.  toji easily flips you over onto all fours and lines himself up with your slit. when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet. god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it messed with his head. you were almost too good to be true. each thrust he gave had you seeing stars, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you. it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth. “shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ. c'mon, throw that ass back on me, mama, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushed him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full. he coos when he sees you beginning to jolt up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. that's he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes. "tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

✧ r. sukuna : it honestly is his fault this happened, he's being snappy with one of the parents at the birthday party of your son's friend. sukuna knew better, he should've just ignored the bitch, but the comments she's making gets under his skin. "she hasn't given you kids of your own yet? that's too bad, i would've let you do that as soon as you proposed," she tries to flirt, batting her lashes at him. it just makes him sick. did this fucker not see the way sukuna looks at you? "oh, you probably don't know if she's the one you want to mother your kids, right," the woman next to him says, putting her fucking hand on his arm and he shoots her the meanest glare. "not everyone is mother material, but i-" "hey, we're leaving," he interrupts when you walk up to him, slapping the woman's hand off him as he gently wraps his arm around your waist. "i texted yuuji, that's why he's watching our kid for the rest of the day. c'mon."

sukuna is devouring you, his mouth unforgiving as he runs his tongue up and down your pussy. he's pissed, the way his tongue laps angrily at your folds as if your pussy is the reason he's upset. "fuckin' bitch," he snarls, spitting onto your clit before sucking on it. "thinks she can talk to my wife like that." you shakily gasp when he finally, finally looks at you, the sharp anger in his eyes making you shiver. you can tell he's not upset at you, but seeing him so riled up and knowing that he's using you to get it out of his system does something to you. "you know your mine right? that you're stuck with me 'til the day we die," he asks you, his thumb replacing his mouth as he rubs firm circles into your clit. "i'm your husband. you're my wife. you are fucking mine." he's about to say something else, but he stops, letting out a heavy sigh, subtly shaking his head. you catch it though, you always do. "suku, what's wrong," you shakily ask. "y-you can...can tell me, baby, what's wrong? did something ha-" "let me get you pregnant," he says, his voice low but desperate. he's moved from between your legs to over you, and you can see he's so hard, the tip of his cock an angry reddish-purple. "don't you want to give our son a sibling?" your eyes widen, not expecting him to ask that. having a kid with him...honestly didn't sound that bad. and the way he called your son 'our'...it makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but give him a sweet smile and nod. "okay, 'kuna, we can start trying if you are sure. i'm still on birth control, but—sukunaaa!" he doesn't give it another thought, sliding all the way into you until his hips are flush against yours. he feels the way your arms wrap around him and scratch at his back, and as good as it feels, sukuna needs you to give him complete control. pulling your arms off him, he laces his fingers with yours and presses your hands into the mattress before rutting into you, the slap of hips against yours almost angry. "don' care about the birth control," you hear him growl, his eyes burning into yours. "'m gonna fuck you so fuckin' full of my cum that it bypasses it. it's got no fuckin' chance with how many times i'm gonna breed this cunt." the way he's talking to you, it makes your head spin and you know he feels how you clench down on him with the way he groans. "gonna fuckin' show everyone how good of a mom you are, gonna get you all swollen 'n' round with my kids," sukuna groans, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each snap of his hips. you can't help but look at him with those big eyes, disbelief and infatuation swirling in them. he likes this look on you, you just look so fucking in love with him, and it's all for him, just for him, no one else, just fucking him. "yeah? y'like that? that i'm gonna have a lil' family with my wife? give you as many kids as you want, 'n' all y'gotta do is take my fat cock as i breed you 'til it takes."

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[iruinn]

baby, you're the sweetest thing ❀ nanami kento

chapter 1

cw : none that apply

wc : 2603

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Your friend’s sweater wrinkles in your hand as you hang onto it in desperation, holding him in place as he obstinately tries to walk away from you, unwilling to bend to your will.

“Gojo, please! it's not that ridiculous a request! It’s only for a week!”

“A week of pretending to be, what, your boyfriend? I have been dating a man for so long its going to be a struggle to pretend to be attracted to a woman, love.”

You groan, letting go of the back of his sweater and run around him, stopping him in his path and mustering up the most pleading expression you can manage.

“I’m not asking for straight on PDA, just…”

He watches as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt, clearly panicked. Guilt rushes through him and he sighs, steering you to the couch and putting his arm around you, ruffling up your hair.. It’s not that he was fully against pretending to be your date at your sister’s wedding, especially since he knew that you would definitely have a hard time with it. But the timing was terrible. Not to mention that you and him were definitely more like siblings than anything else, and he wasn’t sure how good of a charade he could put up.

“You know I don’t want to actually leave you alone there among the wolves, right? I’m surprised you’re actually even going in the first place…”

You frown, thinking. “I absolutely don’t want to go, but that’s still my younger sister, you know. Even though she’s marrying him…I know we’ve never really gotten along-” At this, he snorts, and you hit his chest, knowing that he was thinking something rude, and you continue “It’d look pretty bad if I don’t show up. It’s going to be hell but I promised my dad too.”

“I’d tell you to stop caring about your family because they haven’t really treated you like they should, but I know you won’t listen to me, will you?” He sighs when you shake your head, shrugging.

“Your sister picked the worst time to get married. She had to do it the week of my kids’ finals?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s been planning this for months, Satoru. They got engaged quite a while ago. It’s going to be disgustingly lavish.”

He scrunches his nose and you giggle, your laughter fading when you realize that this puts you back at square one with no date.

“Maybe I can fall down a flight of stairs before the wedding. They’re not going to expect me to show up with a broken leg, right?”

“You’re not going to break a limb for your stupid sister’s wedding, (name). I’ll come up with something, don’t worry.”

Silence permeates your small living room again as you both sit there, bouncing off ideas and names off each other.

“Maybe I can tell them I’m a lesbian now. I’m already halfway there, and it’s believable enough that my last relationship ruined me for men.” “That still doesn’t solve the problem of you not having a date.”

“What about taking someone else? I’m sure Shoko-” “Have you MET Shoko? There’s no way she’s agreeing to spend 2 days among annoying rich people with me and you know it!”

“Maybe Geto?” “I love you but I’m not willing to let my boyfriend pretend to be your lover for a whole week. Try again.” “Possessive brat. It was worth a shot…”

“Wait, I got it. I’ll just hire someone off the streets, it’ll be just like that movie with Julia Roberts!” “Pretty Woman, you uncultured raccoon. And are you actively trying to get murdered now? I’m not letting you pick up a possible creep!”

You throw your hands up in annoyance, at your wits end. “Fine then! Maybe I should just go alone and be pathetic and alone while my sister gets married and starts the life that should have been mine, right?” To your horror, you feel yourself getting choked up and you gulp, willing it away. You’ve cried out all those tears a while ago and you didn’t want to start again, knowing deep down that it was for the better anyway.

Gojo wraps his arms around you, in an attempt to get you to calm down and you bury your head in his shoulder, angry at the world and at yourself for just not putting your foot down and saying no for once.

“Hey, hey it’s gonna be fine, okay! I’ll talk to Shoko and we’ll figure something out, you know we always do. If worse comes to worse I’ll try to rope in Geto to accompany you…But we’re getting you to this wedding looking fabulous with a hot man or woman on your arm, okay?”

You sniff, wiping your nose on his shirt. “You sure you don’t want to show up as my hot sugar baby? We’d be a very attractive fake couple.”

“It’s cute that you think you’d be able to afford me. But no, I don’t think that would work out. If only there was someone else…”

He stills suddenly, and you look up at him questioningly.

“That might work, actually…”

“What? What is it?”

He grabs the wedding invitation thrown onto the table, scribbling down the RSVP and putting a check next to the bold “+1” box. He shoves the invitation onto your chest, and you grab onto it, bewildered.

“I need to go talk to Shoko! Right now!”

He stands up and grabs your shoulder, excited. “You’re going to this wedding with a date, (name). Mark my fucking words.” Not waiting for a reply, he strides out, waving over his shoulder as you stare at his back, glancing back down at the piece of paper in your hands, the words almost mocking you.

‘You are cordially invited to the joyous union of Seiko Morita and…’

The atmosphere in the cafe is cosy and cheerful, quiet whispers of conversation ringing out around you as you sip on a coffee, waiting. Your fake boyfriend is late, you grumble, and you consider texting Gojo to ask where he was. You’re a bit suspicious about the entire situation, as Gojo had almost too gleefully told you that he found someone to pretend to be your boyfriend for the wedding, and that it was one of his friends. He didn’t give you any more information, much to your annoyance, and just asked you to go to your regular cafe at a specified time and that you’d meet the mystery man there. You hope that it isn’t some weird prank he decided to play on you. (Even though you knew that this wasn’t really a humorous situation as far as you were concerned, and Gojo definitely knew that, you still wouldn’t put it past him.)

You stretch in your seat, warming your fingers on your cup as you wait, your eyes roving over the people in the cafe. 10 more minutes pass, and you’re about to pull out your phone to call Gojo when the door to the cafe opens with a slam, a tall man in a suit in almost walking into a person leaving the cafe. You watch the other person grumble in annoyance and giggle as they move away, bringing him into view. Your breath leaves your lungs as you instantly recognize him, and shrink down in your seat, hoping he doesn’t notice you.

Just your luck for Nanami Kento of all people to walk into the cafe right as when you’re meeting your fake date!

Wait a second.

“He wouldn’t. He fucking wouldn’t.” You hiss to yourself as Nanami looks around the place, clearly searching for someone and his eyes fall on you. He brightens up visibly, and walks towards you with clear purpose. You steel yourself, willing your heart to stay strong as you wave at him.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe it really was just a coincidence and he just happened to frequent this cafe and he recognised you from 4 months ago. I mean, there was absolutely no way Shoko and Gojo thought Kento would agree to be your fake date, right?

You knew you weren’t going to be that lucky when he sits down opposite you.

“Ms. Morita, right?”

Groaning, your head falls onto the table. “You’re my fake date to the wedding from hell?” You were going to kill Gojo.

You hear him chuckle. “How are you, (name)? It’s been a few months since we last met, that night.”

You tilt your head up, your cheek still pressed against the table. He looks amused at your position and you feel your cheeks warming at the memory of your first and only meeting until this very day.

“It has been…” You sit up straight again, fiddling with your hair. “Gojo let you know about my situation?”

He nods. “He did. I’ll admit, I was wary at the prospect of going along with any half baked plans of his but when he said it was you that needed it..” He clears his throat. His cheeks are mildly red. “I needed a vacation anyway from work.”

“And you picked a wedding full of strangers accompanying a person you barely know for it? I’m pretty sure you can get a better vacation easily, Kento.”

The light from the cafe window glints across his glasses, and he leans closer to you. “Let’s just say I owe Gojo a favor for something and this is me paying him back.” You shuffle closer to the table, staring into his eyes. “Unless you don’t want me to accompany you, of course.”

You startle, breaking out of your fugue. “No! No, I’d be glad to have you along, I mean..look at you. Anyone would be happy to introduce you to their parents…”

Nanami smiles, clearly amused. “Anyone, huh.”

“Being objective here…” You pout. “You’re sure you want to do this? My family can get…overwhelming. Unpleasant sometimes. And the situation is really less than ideal…”

He reaches out across the table and holds your hand, and you smile at him. You think he can tell its shaky, the way his thumbs rubs gently across your fingers. “I can handle it, (name). We can flesh out the details, and I’ll be the perfect fake boyfriend.”

You nod at him, gripping his hand back. The size of it encompasses yours, and as you watch him across the table, you gulp silently. You think the wedding week is going to be torturous for more reasons than one.

4 months ago….

Shoko lounges on your bed as you rummage through your closet, batting aside a dress you throw at her.

“Can you just pick out an outfit already?” She’s impatient, scrolling through her messages. “We’re late already, and you look good in almost everything!”

You whirl around, your hair wild. “I didn’t even know I had so many outfits! I need to spring clean my apartment someday..”

“If I know you well, which I do, you are never cleaning out that closet. I’m pretty sure you’d be able to find another world in it if you look closely enough in there.”

She gets up, reaching into your messy closet and pulling out a dress, a short black number, shoving it into your arms. “Your ass looks good in this one, so put it on and let’s get going already. We’ve been pregaming already and I want to be mildly coherent at least until we get there.”

Shoko ignores your grumbling, tapping her toes impatiently as you pull it on. You turn around, twisting your body to catch a glimpse of your ass as she grabs you by the shoulder, rushing you out of the room.

She was right. Your ass did look great in the dress.

The nightclub is crowded, and you and Shoko slip in between the people, making your way to the bar. You notice the white head of hair and you wave, Gojo waving back at you. His boyfriend’s arms are around him, and you notice a person you don’t recognize standing around the small table. You notice he’s handsome, wearing a shirt that stretched around his muscles, his hands gripping a glass that he raises at you. Your eyes linger on his body before snapping up to his face and you think he notices.

Gojo puts his arms around you, and Geto follows him in suit. “You’re finally here!” Gojo presses a drink into your hands, and is distracted by Shoko, while you turn to the new person.

“Nanami Kento.” He holds out a hand and you grip it, shaking it. “I’m one of Gojo’s acquaintances from high school.”

“Nanami! You’re so cruel to call me a mere acquaintance!” He leans over and you giggle at the vein in Nanami’s forehead. Gojo grips your shoulder, pushing you forward. “This is (name)! She’s the friend I told you about!”

You turn back to him, wiggling out of his grip. “What- what did you tell him about me? Gojo!” The man is already moving away, going to presumably get more drinks. You grumble, taking a sip of yours. It’s strong, and you wince lightly.

“Only good things, I promise. I’m sorry you have to put up with him.”

You watch as Shoko and Nanami greet each other, finding out they were all friends in high school.

“Haibara a no show?” Shoko yells over the noise, and Nanami nods. “He’s busy with work tonight, unfortunately. I almost didn’t come either, but Gojo was convincing.” He meets your eyes, holding your gaze and you giggle, shuffling closer to him. He has to bend down a bit, and you put your heads closer, like you’re sharing a secret. “He’s blackmailing you to be here, isn’t he.” You whisper, and he smiles at you.

“Maybe, but I’m starting to think it was worth it.”

You feel your stomach flutter, and take another sip of your drink to embolden yourself. He truly was extremely handsome, and you were kind of mad your friends hadn’t introduced you to him already.

The rest of the night is a blur, the both of you spending most of it talking and drinking. You…did not remember much of it later. What you DID remember was drinking way more than your body could handle, and hitting on Nanami. The night had ended, you recall, with you throwing up on the sidewalk while he held your hair back. He was a perfect gentleman the entire time, calling a cab for you and Shoko, and making you promise to drink plenty of water.

You did not listen, and you had woken up with a pounding headache the next day, shriveling in embarrassment.

“You’re sure you just don’t want me to give him your number so you can thank him in person?” Gojo had asked when you asked him to pass on your thanks to Nanami. You denied vehemently, sure that he thought you were a menace he had to take care of and probably ruined his evening by almost throwing up on his expensive shoes.

A part of you did want to get in contact with him again, maybe ask him out to coffee, but the bigger, louder, black hole of embarrassment in you had sucked those feelings deep in, and you silently resolved to him being that awkward acquaintance you’d probably wave at from the other side of a room in case you ever met again.

Until today, of course.

At least weathering your family and your sister’s wedding would be a lot easier with one of the most gorgeous men in existence by your side, right?

[fateofflames]

Even back then Megumi had been taller than Yuji by a bit. Now it wasn’t so obvious but in many ways, they were both still like those two little boys back then just eager to have a friend and someone to enjoy what they liked with. Yuji still thought that Megumi was the greatest person ever now it makes sense that he would end up here with Mr. Gojo since he was the second greatest person he has met. It was almost unbelievable that both of them would have taken a liking to Yuji, enough to invite him to dinner and to hang out.

Yuji didn’t know much about baking or making wine. He baked simple things for his grandfather once he became too sick to do it himself. But for some reason, the bread that he imagined baking with Megumi was something more sophisticated. Especially if it was going to be paired with cherry wine, maybe they could ask Mr. Gojo about it. It didn’t matter to him what they learned, so long as he got to hang out with Megumi.

Yuji looks almost slightly upset that Megumi so easily brushes aside the fact that his eyes are indeed beautiful. Does Megumi not know? Does he not realize how handsome and gorgeous he is? There is no way! No way! The alcohol must be getting to him because he’s so flabbergasted by that, he means to voice it too but suddenly he’s so tired and he can’t quite make the words come out properly.

“They are super special!”

He finally blurts out, grabbing Megumi’s face and making him look at him as Yuji stares him down. His face is flushed, but his eyes look determined. No matter what, he will somehow make Megumi realize just how special he is—how special he is to Yuji, at least.

“You’re super special you know that right? You know that you are special?!”

He blinks hard trying to focus his thoughts. Slowly he releases Megumi’s face and smiles warmly. Just watching him with a lag in his brain as Megumi gets up to turn off the music. He registers what they say a moment later.

“It’s not too far, I think I’ll be okay.”

But when he stands, Yuji stumbles slightly and holds himself up with a nearby chair. Damn it, he only had one drink. Megumi is going to think he’s pathetic for not being able to handle his liquor. He dares not look in Megumi’s direction yet as he tries to make the room stop spinning. Maybe he shouldn’t downed the whole glass like that. Though he honestly didn’t think it would be this bad. He’s never drinking again, afraid of making a fool of himself in front of Megumi. Maybe a few more minutes and he’ll be fine. Oh, he’s sure once he’s outside, the fresh air will help him sober up. He will be fine going back to the ranch hand’s living quarters. He’ll walk it off, he tells himself but has yet to let go of the chair he was gripping tightly.

Yuji grew taller (but was still a hair short of Megumi) and he certainly grew larger, but he was still the same little boy with his bright eyes, bright smile, and his tendency to scratch his head. Megumi wondered if he had remained the same in the perspective of others. Did Yuji think he was the same quiet boy, borderline on sulking, and would that be a bad thing? Megumi had never really put much thought into baking or making cherry wine but both sounded good.

He had heard it was easy to make wines out of a lot of different kinds of fruit, and it certainly was more of a task to make wine than just picking fruit. Megumi shrugged, almost feeling embarrassed for coming up with something so lame and a little dandy, but then Yuji hit him. Struck him in his heart with compliments. Beautiful? No one had regarded ANY part of him as beautiful. His heart stuttered then began beating faster than a wild horse's run.

Green eyes ran in Megumi's... family; it was nothing special. Honey colored eyes that were so bright and soulful were the true rarity. Megumi was a man and there was nothing beautiful or pretty about him, yet... his face turned scarlet with the compliment and he turned his head away; long, thick black eyelashes batted over those green eyes unconsciously. And when his friend slid closer, Megumi's face returned to its previous position and the two men seemed so close. Yet so far.

“ They're not. I mean, they were green, but nothing special... ”

Then Megumi swore he could hear footsteps against the wood. All of the manor was wood and well-built, yet footsteps against wood were easy to spot. The black haired man cleared his throat and mirrored Yuji's actions by scratching his own head. His guts were turned up and around like tumbleweed. He wanted to get even closer and then what? Yuji was his friend, a long lost and now found friend. Megumi turned away to set his glass on a small table situated by the sofa.

“ We can figure out what we want to do together. It's late though and you shouldn't be riding back. There's a spare bedroom if you'd like to sleep... here. Sa-Gojo won't mind. ”

He fought against his desires and rose from the sofa; the temptation to kiss his friend lessened with the change in his position. As he waited for a response he moved to the phonograph and shut off the device, then carefully put the large record in its appropriate sleeve. He could do at least that much with a little light headed.

[sukirichi]

wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event: 

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours.  Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks. 

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words. 

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + GOJO SATORU || the gojo twins

request: HELLO^^ so I’ve been wondering this so long but do you think it would even be possible if Gojo had a twin sister that also has the sixth eye ? Probably not but, I’d kinda want to know what the clans higher ups and curses react to 2 sixth eye user.

note: I am glad I am not the only one thinking about this lol. like what if they were two gojos? absolute chaos the world has ever seen. i love it, this entire prompt lives in my head rent free lol

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

imagine the other clan’s reactions when they learn that not one, but two of the gojo clan’s newest heirs were born with the highly coveted Six Eyes?

gojo satoru and y/n - the newest members of the gojo clan, twins that are born with the Six Eyes. a first case that has ever happened in the family’s history. it was this monumental moment when the higher ups realise that things are going to be interesting

by the way - you’re the older twin lol. just so you can poke jabs at gojo for the rest of your life by using the line. “i’m the older sibling here!”

“only by like, two minutes!”

that being said though, over-protective twin brother who will scare all your boyfriends/girlfriends the first time they meet because of his height and overly nice personality that scares people even more

you’re just as bad though - if any girl or guy walks out of his room after a night of fun you will probably be a little bitch and make them feel awkward until gojo wakes up

“can’t you be a little nicer to them?” gojo groans after the person he slept with last night quickly left after an awkward cup of morning coffee with you. “I actually liked them a lot.”

but it’s all done with love, and if the other realise their significant other makes them happy, they will back off

the moment you two entered jujutsu tech, then yaga-sensei was about to hand in his retirement slip early with the sheer chaos that his year of students were bringing him 

ieiri was delighted that she wasn’t going to be the only girl at school; geto was amused how you two were basically copy and paste of each other, just in different genders

surprisingly enough, think you’d be the one who’d be the more studious and definitely more interesting in learning how to hone your skills better - gojo probably still has this ‘i am the strongest’ mentality that the elders planted in him because ✨misogyny✨

but he loves to compete with you - and you’re the only one who’d he ever admit defeat to, and will defend your honour whenever the elders talk down on you because you’re a girl. and to them, girls are just meant to be ‘a pretty face with strong genes to bring a strong generation into the world’

he’s probably the one who talked your elders out of arranging a marriage between you and an heir to another important family like the kamo clan - because there is no way in hell is he going to let some random ass man take you away from him

probably joking told you that if all else fails, to marry geto on the spot - and let’s be honest here, who wouldn’t? Geto looks so damn fine both the anime and especially in the Gojo Past Arch. rail me daddy-

*cough cough*

anyway - ever since that comment, geto and you might pretend to flirt with each other to get gojo riled up. playfully brushing your hand along his arm, playing with his hair between your fingers whenever you two talk, geto leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear with a smirk, or him resting his hand around your waist whenever he leads you about

it always gets gojo riled up, and he’d get in between the both of you; whining for you to give him attention instead

you probably sneak into his room, even as you got older, to hide in his arms whenever you have a nightmare - and he’d wordlessly just hold you close and cuddle you to sleep again no matter how old you two are

both of you share the same braincell - same reactions, expressions, and sometimes even finishing each other’s sentences. sometimes you two even say the same thing at the same time, to which you two just high five each other with a laugh 

freaks everyone out a little, since it’s just so random and natural for the both of you to do it 

nanami hates it whenever he has to accompany you two - as his senpais, he can’t complain much. he does learn a lot, yet at the same time, he can’t stand it when the both of you are sent on a mission together 

with you he’s fine; but he barely tolerates gojo 

ijichi loves you, since you compliment him on the smallest of things, or smile at him warmly whenever he does something right; may have a crush on you that he refuses to reveal to anyone

both of you probably have shopping trips every weekend; don’t tell me you two don’t splurge on clothing when you two can charge whatever it is you want to the gojo clan account 

you two probably got a lot of those roadside modelling offers - and sometimes you’d probably even joke about leaving the whole jujutsu world behind to become a model instead

“i mean - it pays. and all i need to do is sit and look pretty.”

a lot of ‘did not!’ and ‘did too!’ arguments all day long 

you two love to taunt the Curses together before you kill them - it makes them only more scared, but the ‘chase more fun’

“say, toru - it looks so weak for a semi-first, no?”

“must be a new born - how pathetic.”

bags of candies all over the place - somehow he got you addicted to candy as well, so whenever you two travel, you always buy different candies and different treats 

when geto betrayed you all in your third year, gojo turned to you as his pillar of familiarity; even more so when he was force to kill his best friend a few years later. the both of you leaned on each other as you start to pick the pieces of yourselves once more

both you and your brother share the same idea of changing the jujutsu world from the inside out, so you two decided to take up teaching together under the command of now principal yaga

poor man is deciding if he now regrets accepting both of your applications 

you took in megumi as your own by the way - so megumi respects you a lot since you’re like the mother he never had. but at the same time, he wouldn’t be surprise if he heard that you do something stupid with your twin brother

feel like gojo and you will spend your free time probably trying to unlock more secrets of the Limitless and how to use your Six Eyes better - and Gojo will teach you how to probably use Hallow Purple and how to use Reverse Cursed Techniques with the held of ieiri as well

you took in maki, inumaki and even panda as your own kids as well - teaching them whenever gojo is forced to go and solve some issue the higher ups throw at him; making the kids super protective of you

even when yuta came, you didn’t care about the special grade curse that was stuck inside of him; treating him like an actual person and training him up and build his confidence once more

when you heard what happened to the special-grade cursed object that megumi was tasked on taking the following year, you laughed your ass off for 10 minutes while megumi tried not to show his annoyance

“y/n-sensei, i almost died. it is not funny.”

but you still took yuji in as your own child, and when you were giving him a tour around campus, you raised an eyebrow when a pair of lips appeared on the side of his cheek

“even though i want to kill that white haired bastard, i might spare your pretty little face.” 

“hello to you too, sukuna.” you greeted with a smile while yuji slapped a hand over the mouth, apologising to you with a wild blush on his face. you just laughed and reassured the poor boy it was alright

when nobara came, you adopted her as well; and she loves you, and loves how in tune with the trends you are. you two even have a girl’s night where you talk about everything that happens and have a few rants about boys

all in all - highkey chaotic, but with more common sense then your younger twin brother gojo and knows how to act professional whenever you need to. you also tend to adopt all the students that walks through your doors, and they view you as a parental figure as well. you and your brother are a menace together, but you two get things done and no one can really complain

gojo is protective, but when it comes to you it’s worse lol. but you’re just as bad when it comes to making sure ‘your baby brother’ is safe. you two tend to be super sassy and throw shade at each other, but when it comes down to the basics, you two love each other a lot and will go the extra mile to make sure that each other are safe

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[jujutsubabe]

“This is so pathetic”

Synopsis: In which you and Megumi get really touch starved after not seeing each other for too long 😌

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: reposting this cause the last one got super blocked! It got no likes at all omg

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You laid in Megumi’s bed squinting up at a textbook you were supposed to be taking notes on. As you stared all the words blurred together the longer you went over them and Itadori’s mumbling as he read aloud made you lose focus.

You sighed before reaching over the bed to tap his head. “Itadori can you please read in your head.”

Nobora clicked her tongue from across the room, “You’re almost an adult and you still can’t read in your head!?”

“I can’t help it, it helps me focus better.” He whined.

“Well if you could, could you just,” you pinched your fingers, “quiet down a little more, I’d love that.”

“If you could read in your head I’d love that.” Nobora grinned.

As Itadori pouted you moved the text book up and down, trying to see if a change in movement would do you better. You squinted, glared, flipped pages, whatever, no matter what the words continued to jumble.

You dropped the book and looked over to Megumi, he sat at his desk effortlessly writing away. It looked as though he did this daily, skimming his eyes over the pages and flipping within seconds. He had filled notes piled all over his desk in messy, but organized stacks.

You turned your head to the few sheets of notes you took, with margins full of doodles. You had to write so much more information.

If only you, Nobora and Itadori hadn’t slacked off all day watching movies, you would be at the same level as him. Or better yet, finished!

You popped some candy Itadori bought into your mouth. You had all been studying for hours, you figured it could be time for a bit of movement.

You hopped over Itadori’s legs to the door, “I’m gonna get a drink from the vending machine, anyone wanna come?”

Nobora shook her head, “I’m good, can you bring two sodas for me though?” She fluttered her eyelashes until you rolled your eyes and held your hand out. She squealed before placing some quarters in your palm. “You can keep the change!”

“Thanks.” With what she gave you, you’d have enough change leftover to throw one penny at someone's car. “Anyone else?”

Megumi stood from his chair while Itadori looked up from his game, “I'll go.” They said at once.

They turned to each other, Itadori’s face full of interest while Megumi’s was full of anything but that. You didn’t like being around people for a long period of time, but he really didn’t like it. Especially when they were in his space for this long.

He did tell them to “go somewhere” but like usual you all didn’t listen and procrastinated all day. Leaving a loud group of teens within Megumi’s quiet space was torture, you swore if you squinted you could see him twitching every time anyone talked.

You looked between the boys, Megumi probably needed an excuse to go outside. You hoped Itadori would somehow get that.

Itadori cocked his head, not reading the room. “Nice! It’ll be the three of us the—”

Before he could finish Megumi already slipped out and slid the door shut, leaving Itadori hanging with his mouth open. Nobora laughed at him.

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The two of you walked in silence, Megumi thinking and you in your own little world. The sounds of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement.

He wondered what you were thinking about as you hummed and blew on your hands. Your sweater didn’t have any pockets so you kept pulling your sleeves over them.

“Are you cold?” Megumi asked.

You nodded but continued to rub your hands together, “But we might get caught if we hold hands.”

The two of you were dating. Very secretly, only being romantic whenever you had definite private places to kiss and hold hands. If it was in public it would be you giving a quick peck to his cheek or his hand slipping into yours.

You two wanted it to be a quiet relationship, at least until your friends and teacher happened to catch you guys, which you were both very careful to avoid. He figured as soon as the group found out it would be full of so much chatter and teasing, something you both weren’t too interested in dealing with at the moment.

He flicked his eyes around the building then held his hand out, “No ones here.”

“Are you sure…? What if Gojo comes out of nowhere?” You checked your surroundings as you whispered.

The two of you silently listened for any rustling or footsteps of some kind. He continued to glance at you while your eyebrows pushed together, when you were focused on something he thought you had the sweetest expressions.

Even you looking frustrated made him feel soft, like today when you struggled with that book. It was cute and he couldn’t help but look at you every so often, whenever someone looked back at him he would turn and start writing something random down. He had a few piles of paper with random crap all over it… he really hoped Nobora or Itadori didn’t check his notes while he was gone.

He looked down at the hands by your sides, at this point he didn’t care if the relationship got exposed to everyone.

“Please.” He mumbled.

You pulled on your ears, leaning forward to hear him again. “Huh, what’d you say?”

He squirmed the longer you looked at him. “I didn’t say anything...” he looked away the closer you got to his face.

“You didn’t? I thought I heard you say something.” You backed down, teetering on your toes.

“I…” his tongue tied as he tried to spit out what he wanted to say. It felt like he was confessing to you all over again. He internally groaned as he lost courage to say the words that he felt were too embarrassing to share. “This is so pathetic…”

You grinned, “What are you trying to say? Is it that bad?”

He shook his head, covering his mouth as he circled his brain about how to say his thoughts. Get it together! You two are dating. This shouldn’t be that hard to express, why was he struggling so bad with this?

He glanced down at your hands, flickering his eyes between your face and them. You were shivering and he wanted to do something nice, and he also kind of didn’t see you all day. So he didn’t understand why it was so embarrassing to admit it.

You followed his gaze down before twisting your hand around. “Are you trying to ask if you can hold my hand?”

He frowned, it was even more embarrassing for you to catch onto him...

“So that’s what it was?” You pulled his hand away from his mouth, pulling it up to your lips. “That’s not bad, it’s cute.”

You gave a quick peck to his knuckles, making him let out a flustered noise he tried to eat up with a cough. His brows knitted together as he tried his best to look away, he must have felt overwhelmed or something, your hands were cold but so much warmth spread through his arm.

You two hadn’t held hands in so long, it was like that first sip of drinking cold water on a hot day. You were refreshing, well needed company after a long day.

He intertwined your hands correctly, fingers wrapped up in each other, held inbetween the center of you both.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

You grinned as you squeezed his hand, “I missed you too.”

He let out a sigh, letting the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as you two stared at each other. The crickets cooed and the wind wisped soundly against the grass, if you listened closer you could hear the whirring of cars on the main roads.

You turned your head closer to his, looking up to him as you cupped his cheek. Your eyes danced over every feature of his face as he looked down at you with his glossy, painted like eyes.

He leaned down, fluttering his pretty lashes shut as you pulled him in closer. Up until your lips touched, a light butterfly kiss that felt like a small cloud graced your face. You could feel him smiling the second your lips touched, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you in just a tad bit deeper.

Your lips were soft, pushing onto his with a gentle squish. He was a little too excited for this. But who could blame him? With the way you touched him it made him warm on the inside, you had him wrapped around your finger with every smooch.

You grazed his cheek with your hands pressing kisses all over his face. He felt himself go weak under your fingertips, every press of your lips against his face made his heart rise into his throat.

How did he get someone like you?

This felt right to him, pulling you away from friends for a night time kiss felt needed. You pulled away, tapping his cheeks while he blinked his eyes open.

His eyes glided over your features, the moon highlighting every lovely aspect of your face. He ran his thumb over your cheek, making space, about to give you one more kiss before he heard a gasp.

“Fushiguro you creep! What are you doing!?”

The two of you flipped around to see Nobora with Itadori trailing right behind her. Itadori’s face dropped open while Nobora’s face twisted into itself.

“Yeah Fushiguro, get it!” Itadori pumped his fist up and down.

You were blinking and taking in your surroundings, one second you were being romantic with your boyfriend, the next you were caught by your friends. You looked between the two wondering where they even came from.

“Why are you guys out here?”

“I didn’t tell you what sida to get and you two were taking a long time!” Nobora pinched your cheek until you apologized.

You rubbed the side of your face as you checked your pocket for change, you forgot she sent you out here. You were too caught up in this quiet boy’s eyes to realize people could have gotten suspicious if you didn’t hurry.

You sighed, nothing you could do now, Itadori was already embarrassing Megumi and you couldn’t help but giggle. As hectic as this situation was, at least now you two could show a tad more affection in public. Nothing more than holding hands, but this reaction from the two wasn’t bad.

You cocked your head, though sweet, this situation felt a little too calm… you looked around as you thought of something that was missing in this situation, like an almost full puzzle piece with one left to fill.

Itadori sighed, “I can’t believe Fushiguro started dating before us…”

“Right it’s not fair…” Nobora nodded solemnly.

Megumi scoffed as the two moped. Scolding them for ‘not minding their business’ as you laughed at them. It was so cute seeing your friends like this over your secret relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit happy your secret was released.

That was until you heard shuffling from around the corner. You all turned your heads until you heard a voice.

“Did I hear Megumi and dating in the same sentence?” Gojo slipped from the deep dark shadows below, a goofy smile wrapped around his cheeks.

Ah there it is, the missing piece.

[yuujism]

Sun and Night. (gojo satoru x reader)

Chapter 3: Greed

← chapter 2 | chapter 4 →

| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x gn!reader ; mentions of getou suguru

| WARNINGS: a few spoilers but nothing too important right now, nsfw, explicit/suggestive language, kinda rough sex, toxic behaviour, unprotected sex (be safe and pee after yk aha), gender neutral reader, toxic gojo satoru, reader and gojo are down bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol i’ll count later

| A/N: so chapter 3 uhh didn’t think i would reach this far but yea !! i think you kinda know where this is going, a lot of toxicity and satoru suffering of a possible one sided love?? who knows !! anyway i tried not to make this chapter way too explicit since it’s not the goal of the series, just wanted to add a spicy chapter !! anyway i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think <3 i’ll post it on ao3 too!!

summary;

You and Satoru were in love.

You were both so deeply in love, just not with each other.

Where you and Satoru found comfort in each other after the accident happened.

Advantageous.

Convenient.

Superficial.

Selfish.

That’s how your relationship with Satoru could be described since that night after the heated argument you both had regarding the feelings towards Getou Suguru.

Nothing really changed.

You both still ignored each other in the hallways of the school, walking past each other as if you weren’t a tangled mess of limbs the night before, coming undone in the arms of the other. There was no point in discussing the boundaries and consequences of your actions, not after implicitly admitting what you wanted from each other:

A fantasy.

Was it correct to use each other in hopes to feel closer to Suguru? No, it wasn’t. And, honestly, it didn’t matter. Not for you and certainly not for Satoru. But how could you blame him? How could he blame you? You found the necessary comfort in each other’s touch disguised as the ghost of a memory that was never going to come back. In the end, however, you sunk into the illusion and believed. You wanted to believe.

“Ah, yes...” You moaned, eyes closed as you threw your head back against the mattress due to the pleasant sensation of lips brushing against the sweet spot of your neck. The soft locks of hair between your fingers were the only factor that held you back from letting out another name.

You couldn’t bring yourself to call out for him even if your mind was filled with pictures of his features.

The wet and messy kisses threw you into a spiral of thoughts that you connected to the late sorcerer, even if they created a contrast to the sensation of his soft touch in your body whenever he was with you. You still tried and tried. You tried to keep your eyes closed, almost as if avoiding the deep blue eyes in front of you in fear of waking up from the reverie. You tried to enjoy and lose yourself in pleasure. You tried to not think of Satoru. Anything but him.

Long fingers entered your core, breath hitching in your throat as sharp teeth sunk in the soft exposed flesh of your shoulder. God, how you came to love the feeling of his mouth on your body, marking you only for you and him to see. The man on top of you must’ve felt your insides clenching around his digits, and you felt a smirk forming against your skin.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice came out as a groan next to your ear, sending shivers all through your body as fingers curled inside you, reaching that sweet, sweet spot that made you whine pathetically. The grip on his hair tightening, pride filling your stomach for a brief second when a deep moan erupted from his throat; he loved having his hair pulled.

As always, you didn’t answer his question. There was no need for any of that. After all, he wasn’t really asking you.

Satoru was also deep within his daydream, thinking about long black hair and sly eyes that scrutinised him mockingly. The skin underneath him caressing his bare body was just like he remembered: cold yet warm with a softness to it and, most importantly, familiar. How he missed this.

How he missed him.

The feeling of his throbbing, leaking cock was becoming too much quickly, hips involuntary moving to grind against the mattress as another grunt left his throat. Satoru needed release, soft inner walls clenching around his fingers eagerly, asking for more and more. Satoru smirked once again. Greedy. It was all so greedy.

“God, you’re always so desperate.” Once again, teeth sunk into your skin, this time marking the side of your neck as you moaned louder this time. That was going to leave a mark, but your mind was so fogged with desire you didn’t care anymore as your hands blindly grabbed the sides of Satoru’s face, pulling him towards your own.

All for him.

Your wet lips crashing against Satoru’s in a feral and hungry kiss made him open his eyes for a moment, ice blue irises studying your face as his daydream started to distortion right in that moment before he could even stop it.

The long strands of black hair were suddenly morphing into locks that resembled your own, the scent of your shampoo invading his nostrils as his heart started to pick up the pace against his chest. The cold touch of your hands against his warm skin made every hair in his body stand, the memory of that pale familiar skin long forgotten. And, fuck, the way your legs wrapped around his waist as Satoru felt your insides throb around his fingers made his cock jump in excitement.

Satoru shut his eyes again, tightly. God, not again.

With a low growl, Satoru pulled away quickly, a strand of saliva connecting you both still as his fingers left your insides with an explicit squelching noise. Before you could even complain to be filled again, you were being manhandled into turning your whole body around, laying on your stomach. A surprised gasp escaped your mouth as rough, warm hands digged into the soft flesh of your hips, slightly lifting them up for a better angle.

It wasn’t until the hot tip of his cock leaking with pre-cum teased your entrance that you opened your eyes, turning your head to see Satoru above your shoulder. Your mouth fell agape in the ghost of a wanton whine when blue fiery eyes connected with yours, filled with passion and a hint of something you couldn’t describe as nothing but a warning.

Don’t look at me. Please, don’t look at me.

“Fuck!” you couldn’t hold back the high-pitched moan that came out of your mouth from the deepest part of your chest as Satoru finally entered you, head falling back to the mattress and breaking the almost too intimate moment. The hot sting of being stretched open by his large cock was your favourite sensation and he knew it. He was considerate of your pleasure above his own.

Satoru bottomed out quickly, a whiny gasp coming to your ears as an indication he was feeling the same as you. Pleasure. Pure bliss.

Nails digged deepper into the flesh of your ass as Satoru’s hips didn’t hesitate in pounding into your core hardly, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the embarrassing noise of wetness filling the room that slowly started to smell like both of you.

“You always feel so good, shit” Satoru groaned as his balls smacked against your ass, the feeling of his cock rubbing your inner walls as his tip kissed that sweet spot over and over again sending you into a drooling mess you couldn’t even process the way his words felt different this time.

But Satoru could. And he knew he was getting into dangerous territory.

You tried to gather the strength to hold yourself up with shaky arms, completely failing due to the strength of Satoru’s thrusts abusing your messy tightness. However, you tried to turn your head once again. For some reason, just for this one time, you wanted to see his expression. You wanted to see if he was as much of a mess as you were. To see the great Gojo Satoru slowly losing himself into pleasure just for the sake of it.

But he didn’t let you. A large hand pressed against the side of your head, pushing you against the mattress hardly as his thrusts became more erratic and rough. Your loud moans and sobs of pleasure were muffled by his hand and the mattress, trying your best not to let the tears run down your face as your eyes rolled back. But it was too late.

“Oh, you crying?” A mocking chuckle accompanied the way his thrusts came to a stop, harshly hitting your deepest bundle of nerves inside you as he leaned down to your ear, hips slowly circling as you mumbled non-sense. “Keep crying, baby. I’m the only one who is allowed to make you cry.”

You were too lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you again you didn’t even bother to question his words. Words that didn’t mean the same anymore, at least to Satoru.

Everything was quick and carnal. One moment you were sobbing loudly, mumbling small ‘I’m cumming’’s as Satoru kept his intense pace while watching you underneath him, your expressions being engraved into his mind. The next moment you were coming undone with the feeling of Satoru filling you up to the brim, his steamy seed drowning your insides until it was leaking down your thighs and into the silky sheets, cock still throbbing inside you as you both came down from you highs.

You weren’t sure who got tired of waiting first. Wether it was Satoru who slowly pulled out with a groan, or you who didn’t even have the strength to look at him anymore, not even caring about the cum oozing out of you. You were just too sleepy, too tired, you didn’t want to move.

“Tired...” you whispered, an indicator of the end of this session. Simple and direct, just like it should be. Moving around, you tried your best to get in a good position as you threw the covers over yo it body, not minding the other presence in the room that would soon walk out.

Your eyes fluttered shut with the image of Suguru calling out your name, a sweet smile on his face as you fell into a deep sleep.

However, Satoru was drowning in his own head, sitting on the edge of the bed as he stared at the nothingness of the ground under his feet. Something didn’t feel right, and it wasn’t the fact he was thinking about Suguru just like in the beginning of whatever this was, no.

This time, he fully thought of you.

Your moans, your touch, your skin heating up against him, the feeling of you clenching down on him and your eyes locking with his for a brief moment while you both came. Everything was you. You, you, you. You were present the whole time. God, he had to refrain himself from letting the sound of your name slip past his lips, a knot stuck in his throat as a result.

But you were just invading his mind. Slowly but firmly. Satoru thought of you a lot the past few days, fighting the urge of walking up to you and kissing you right there and then in the hallways of the school. He didn’t care anymore. He wanted you. He needed you.

Greedy.

Satoru was becoming way too greedy.

He wanted more of you. He wanted you to think of him as much as he thought of you. The faint memory of his best friend started to blur out as the nights next to you passed, welcoming your pretty eyes that resembled the same gaze in his teen years. You always knew what he was feeling, even if he didn’t say it. And he hated you for that the same way he hated him.

And tonight, while he was pounding into you harshly as his eyes never left your face contorted with extasis, Satoru realised he reached a point of no return. A crooked smile creeped up his face, the vague breeze of the room hitting his skin as he turned to see your alreasy sleeping figure. Oh, how he yearned for you.

It didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter if you kept thinking about long silky black hair and the ghost of soft touches while you were with him. Satoru was going to make you forget him just like you made him think of nothing but you. He was going to deposit all his spare adoration on you until you suffocated, a pain so sweet you would be asking for more and more. You wouldn’t have to think of a memory again because, at the end, you would have him and only him.

Satoru sighed dreamily at that though, hand reaching your cheek in the softest of caresses you’ve ever exchanged between the other.

Too greedy.

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Chapter Two: First Date

Chapter one

You and Gojo went to get ready.

“I’m taking over your bathroom.” You said as you grabbed your suitcase.

“Awwwwww, you mean I don’t get a show?” He said jokingly.

“Nope, not yet!” You stuck out your tongue cheekily at him as you disappeared into the bathroom.

“Not fair!” He yelled, chasing after you and almost running head first into the door you’d just slammed shut.

“He’s something else,” you chuckled to yourself as you slipped off your clothes and entered the bath. Soon you could hear nothing but the sound of water spraying down your shoulders and dripping from your hair, as you lathered soap all over yourself and allowed the misty wetness of the shower to rinse your worries temporarily away. You hadn’t felt so refreshed in a long while... it was as if you were a different person by the time you got out of the shower and made your way over to the mirror to dry your hair. You dabbed your long (H/C) locks dry and twirled them round your curling iron, taking care not to overdo it and risk ruining your hair texture. “Now time for makeup!” You were careful not to overdo your makeup, just a simple smoky eye with liner and mascara to make your beautiful (E/C) eyes pop would suffice.

Finally, it was time to put on your figure-hugging purple corset dress. Its sweetheart neckline exposed just the right amount of cleavage, giving you enticing curves at the front, and the skirt hugged your hips snugly to emphasize your shapely figure. You wiggled your way into the dress and tightened the ribbons to achieve the perfect hourglass shape. “Perfect!” You said to yourself admiring how beautiful you looked in the mirror and shook your hips. “Damn I’m hot!” You said with newfound confidence as you wiggled your butt, the skirt swishing upwards to show off your lace thong. You finished up at last and slipped your black stiletto pumps on. “One final check to make sure everything is perfect.” You said as you twirled around again in front of the mirror – like a princess preparing for an important ball. But you didn’t quite trust the mirror enough; just to be safe, you took out your phone and snapped a few photos of yourself posing, with your head tilted back and the most dazzling smile on your face.

“(Y/N) are you ready? It’s getting late!” Satoru’s voice from the other side of the door shook you out of your trance at last. As the door swung open, you saw his eyes lighting up in awe as they traveled down your body. “Holy shit (Y/N) yo-you look absolutely gorgeous!” He said as he gazed upon you. “I think I have a new found love for corsets. God damn (Y/N)! Please tell me you own more corsets and that you brought at least one more with you.”

“Yes, I do own more corsets, but I didn’t bring any others with me….. Satoru my eyes are up here!” You snapped your fingers in his face to yank his focus away from your cleavage.

“You could knock someone out with your boobs! I never realized just how nice they really were (Y/N).” He smirked as he reached for your breasts playfully.

You rolled your eyes at Gojo as you swatted his hands away. “Behave Mister! You at least have to take me on a date before I let you do anything else.” You said sticking out your tongue.

“Keep sticking out that tongue missy and I’ll give it something to do.” He teased smugly giving you a sexual smirk as he bit his lower lip.

You inched closer to Gojo. “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” You asked narrowing your eyes as you stuck out your tongue again teasing him.

“This!” He pulled you into his arms kissing you deeply as he pushed you against the wall. He broke the kiss trailing his lips down your neck.

Instantly his intoxicating cologne invaded your nostrils making you go weak in the knees at how amazing he smelled. “F-fuck Sa-to-ru! S-stop p-pleaseeeeee.” You moaned out as he bit your neck making you tremble.

“I’m sorry I just can’t help it….” He cupped your face leaning in close. “You’re just so much fun to tease, I love the way you react to me when I touch you turning you on. Plus you smell like a cupcake…. I have an enormous sweet tooth and I just wanna eat you up!” Gojo seductively licked his lips.

“I-I'm not turned on….” You replied shifting your eyes lying horribly.

“I call bullshit! I know you’re turned on (Y/N) you’re a hot trembling mess right now in my arms.” He replied taking your chin between his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up to look at him.

You averted Gojo's gaze.

“See! You can���t even look me in the eyes when I call you out!” He said teasing you as he grabbed your butt feeling bare skin. Gojo moved his hand up feeling the lace fabric of your thong he took his fingers and snapped it making you moan. He smirked at you. “Did you wear a thong just for me beautiful? Does this mean I'm getting lucky with you tonight?” His ocean blue orbs instantly lit up like a child on Christmas.

You gave him a smirk. “I don’t know? Let’s see where the night takes us.” You said as you ran your finger down his chest. “If you’re good maybe you’ll get lucky with me in some way.”

“Oooooooh in what way?” He asked getting excited.

“Well I’m not giving myself up completely to you yet…. You still need to work for that. So you’ll just have to wait for later and find out how far I will let you go.” You grabbed his collar pulling Gojo in tenderly kissing his lips.

“Well then let’s get going!” He eagerly held out his arm for you to take.

You stepped into his embrace instantly his arm was protectively wrapped around you.

“Are you ready for an amazing night beautiful?” He asked as you stepped out the door with him.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Yes I am Satoru.”

“Lets go wait for the Uber.”

--

“Everyone is staring at us Satoru! It’s making me feel uncomfortable.” You said to Gojo as your eyes darted around the room catching nasty looks from a bunch of girls. “These girls look like they wanna rip me to shreds!” You said shifting uncomfortably in the booth.

Gojo pulled you into his lap wrapping you in a comforting embrace. “They're just jealous because you have me all to yourself.” He smiled and kissed your lips trying to make you feel better.

You buried your face in his neck trying to hide yourself. “But why? I'm sure most of these girls have already gotten with you….” You mumbled into his neck. You took a deep breath in smelling Satoru's wonderful scent, instantly it calmed you down.

“It’s because of the way I am acting with you….” Started Gojo as he rested his head on top of yours. “I never show affection like this towards a girl I'm just hooking up with, but you’re different from any of the other girls. You’re special to me.” Gojo looked at you with his inhumanly beautiful galaxy blue orbs smiling at you warmly as he played with your hair, all your worries started to disappear as he comforted you.

“How?” You asked picking your head up, searching his endless ocean blue eyes.

“Because when I am with you I see something more than just a random hook up. I want to get to know you (Y/N)…. Something about you is driving me crazy, making me want you more than anything and I don’t know why, but I want to find out so damn bad…. You very well may be the girl to tame me.” He said smiling at you sweetly. “Now are you ready to go to the club and dance with me? Or would you like to skip the club and just go back to my apartment?”

“Well I have never been to a club before so I am curious to go to one, but….” You trailed off.

“But what?” He asked taking your hands in his, getting excited.

You giggled in a flirty manner as you playfully pushed Gojo. “Satoru you’re certainly eager to get me home!” You said coyly.

He gave you a goofy grin and nodded his head. “Yessssss! Yes I am!”

“Well mister eager pants you’ll just have to wait!” You smirked at Gojo. “I wanna go to the club.”

Gojo groaned in annoyance. “You just love to torture me baby girl, don’t you?” He asked teasing you as he ran his fingers down your arm making you shiver.

You gave Gojo a cheeky smile and nodded your head as you got off his lap. “Come on babe the faster we go to the club the faster you get me home.”

He looked at you shocked. “Did you just call me ‘babe’?”

“Do you not want me to?” You asked shyly as your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“No, no, no I want you to…. I'm just not used to it, you kinda caught me off guard with that one…. Baby.” He winked at you giving you a devilish grin.

You turned even redder as he called you that.

“You are so cute when you blush!” Gojo kissed your nose making you turn into a tomato.

Meanwhile the same group of girls from earlier were staring you and Gojo down.

“Absolutely disgusting!” Started one of the girls. “Just look at the way Gojo is acting with that girl!” She scoffed.

“Yeah he never acted like that with me!” Another girl chimed in. “It’s like she has him whipped or something! What is her vagina made of fucking gold or something!?”

“It’s pathetic he’s like a lovesick puppy! How unattractive!” Scoffed another girl.

The group of girls continued to stare as you made goo-goo eyes with Gojo.

He noticed the group of girls glaring at you, he rolled his eyes before kissing the top of your head. “Okay let’s get going baby!” He said loudly so the group of girls heard him.

The girls faces went from disgusted to shocked.

“D-did he just call her ‘baby’!?” One of the girls said.

Another girl shot out of her seat. “Oh my God someone was able to land Gojo as a boyfriend and it’s a fucking Freshman!?” Blurted the girl.

You and Gojo both looked at the group of girls and laughed at them.

“Is there an issue girls?” You started. “What are you jealous that a mere Freshman is the girlfriend of the hottest, most desired man on campus?”

“Why you little bitch!” Yelled one of the girls as you and Gojo turned to leave.

“Wow how unattractive to make a scene like this in such a nice place! Grow up.” Stated Gojo as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Yikes, those girls were crazy.” You said trying to avoid the fact that you just called Satoru your boyfriend as you and him walked out of the restaurant.

“So I'm your boyfriend now?” Asked Gojo smugly as he pulled you into his strong embrace, with a big grin plastered to his gorgeous face stretching from ear to ear.

“I got caught up in the moment?” You looked at him lying badly once again.

“Uh no I don’t think so missy. Would you care to try again?” He poked your nose. “Reset!” He laughed.

“I-I-I I got nothing to counter with on this one.” You sighed in defeat and held your hands up. “You caught me I surrender Satoru I'm y-.”

“Oooooooh!” Gojo interrupted you getting excited. “Wait, why are you surrendering? (Y/N) you uh kinda lost me on this. A little help please beautiful?” He said pouting.

You rolled your eyes giving him a ‘are you serious' look. “Wow really? IF YOU WOULD LET ME FINISH!” You started to laugh.

“I’m sorry I heard you say you surrendered to me and my thoughts got the better of me.”

“CAN YOU GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER FOR FIVE MINUTES!?” You yelled getting frustrated.

“No, you know just for that you can wait or try and figure out what I was going to say on your own.” You said smugly. “If I remember when we get home from the club I'll tell you then.” You trotted away shaking your butt just enough so your skirt flew up showing off your amazing ass with that sexy lace thong.

Gojo was completely entranced, holding out his hands to grab it he ran up behind you perfectly cupping your cheeks with his giant hands as he gently clapped them together. Giggling you pushed your butt up against Satoru's crotch teasing him as you wiggled it pressing against him more before twirling around. “H-hey now! You know for someone who is a virgin you’re a naughty little girl.” He caught you mid-twirl making you face him as he rested his hands on your hips. “(Y/N) you keep teasing me like this I won’t want to go to the club.” You shook your hips dancing in Satoru's arms as you grabbed his shirt yanking him in closer kissing his lips.

“Then get me to the club I'm dying to dance! I love club music!” You grabbed his hand starting to dance with him.

--

The club was filled with people, music was blasting as the neon lights went to the beat of the bass. You and Gojo we’re completely lost in each other as you grinded on him to the beat of the music, he had never seen anything so hot in his entire life as he grabbed your ass pulling you in closer to him your body was is perfect sync with his as you danced. The song finally ended and you stepped off the dance floor with Gojo to get a drink, you walked up to the bar with him. “Wanna do a shot with me pretty girl?”

“Only if I can pick it!” You responded.

“Okay you’re on!” Gojo replied smugly.

“What'll it be?” Asked the bartender.

“Two alien brain hemorrhages please!” You responded.

“Coming right up!”

“What the hell is an alien brain hemorrhage?” Gojo questioned you.

“Only my favorite shot!” Was all you said as the bartender made your drinks. “Cheers!” You cheered Gojo and downed the shot.

“Hey that was pretty good!”

“I told you!” You replied confidently.

“Excuse me can we get two more rounds of this?” Gojo asked catching the bartender as he walked by.

“Sure! Coming right up!”

“We going shot for shot again Satoru-kun?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yea why not? I wanna go home drunk with you plus to be completely honest I’m not big into drinking I’m a total lightweight so a few shots will do me good and I actually like what you chose for a shot baby girl.”

You and Gojo did a few more shots, both of you started feeling nice and tipsy suddenly you heard the start of your favorite techno song, grabbing Gojo's hand you yanked him onto the dance floor. “Woah what’s the rush?” Gojo asked pulling you into his arms.

~Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“This is my favorite song!” You replied as you pushed your butt against Satoru's crotch wrapping his hands around your waist.

~Take a little bite of my eager neck~

You spun around grinding up against Satoru as you sensually bit his neck making him moan as you pulled him into you.

~Let the burning keep me in check~

He looked at you with a burning passion in his eyes as he pulled you in closer to him, his senses going haywire as you wrapped your leg around him pressing your crotch against his hand.

~Overflowing, I cant deny the lust I feel around you~

He grabbed onto your waist snapping his hips against your crotch turning both of you on even more.

~Want a feeling that I'll never forget

How about I make your appetite wet?~

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he snapped his hips into you again your head tilted back as you moaned loudly.

~Delusions about this, every night and day~

Between Satoru grinding on you and the intense bass of the music, you were getting so turned on as you grabbed his neck attacking his lips.

Satoru saw how turned on you were “I wanna make you mine.” He whispered in your ear right when the song said it making you go crazy as you moaned out.

~Just slowly trace a line right down my back, I'll feel it right in my soul!~

The bass dropped and you quickly with it as you ran your hands over Satoru's crotch feeling his growing problem, you knew he would be pulling off the dance floor at any moment.

~Love will never mean I have to think you're right~

You came back up, Satoru pulled you right in grinding against you to the beat of the music.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

His hands traveled under your skirt grabbing at your ass, snapping your thong over and over again.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru's other hand traveled towards the front in between your legs.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

Gasping at the sudden friction your hips bucked wildly as his palm rubbed against your thong.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

You looked deep into his ocean orbs moaning out as he kept his hand between your legs.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

‘Accidently' one of his fingers slipped inside you.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

That was it the feeling of your tight dripping pussy around his finger ruined Satoru.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned into Satoru's mouth as his finger went deeper inside you.

~Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“Ah, ah, ah, ah! Heh, heh.” You went in perfect sync with the song pulling Satoru closer into you gently nibbling his lower lip.

~Drowning deep within this love sensation~

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore you were turning him on so much, he pulled you off the dance floor and called a Uber as you left the club.

~Getting lost in the sex vibrations

Now I'm ready for take off, brace yourself for an explosion~

You waited outside for the Uber, Satoru was standing behind you rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he pressed his growing bulge against you while kissing your neck making you lose yourself in his touch.

~For this trick, rip off your SHIRT

come on, follow me, I’ll show you thirst~

The Uber finally came, Satoru opened the door for you to get in, he got right in behind you instantly turned his attention to you as he started making out with you passionately.

Kissing him roughly you straddled his waist bucking your hips against his crotch making Satoru moan into your mouth as you ripped his shirt open.

~It’s alright, Let’s GET FLYING we’re starting~

“Hey you two! Keep it in your pants til you get home!” Yelled the driver as he glanced at the time of arrival to see how long he would have to bare the sounds of your lewd moans. “Only seven minutes thank God.”

~Don’t you worry my DARLING~

Satoru sneakily slipped his hand into your thong gently rubbing your clit. “Shhhhh keep quiet so we don’t get caught baby girl.” He whispered into your ear as he slipped his finger inside you again.

~Instead of labels can't we say we're friends~

You buried yourself into his neck to stifle your moans as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

~I'd rather take you as you are without an oath~

Faster and faster he fingered you, making it almost impossible to stay quiet. You lifted your head up hungrily attacking his lips.

~Love will never mean you have to think I'm right~

You were so drunk on Satoru your body moved on it’s own as your hips bucked again, making his finger go deeper.

~We were never gonna give marriage a try~

“HEY YOU'RE HOME!” Yelled the Uber driver bringing the two of you back to reality.

~Coz I always thought you'd find another guy~

“Thanks for the ride man!” Satoru replied as he took out his phone to rate the driver and give him a generous tip for having to put up with the show.

~Holding onto every time you died inside~

You and Satoru got out of the car stumbling your way down the hall to his apartment.

~Take a look into my heart to give you life~

You didn’t even make it into his apartment, he couldn’t take it anymore pinning you up against the wall, his lust getting the better of him. He grabbed at your ass trying to take off your thong as he grinded against you kissing you deeply.

~Make a choice to either hide or stay in sight~

You stopped Satoru's attack on your lips. “Sa-to-ru…. Do you really wanna give your neighbors a show Satoru?” You pointed to an open door and two pairs if eyes watching you and Satoru.

~Gotta hurry coz I won't reveal my side of the story don't you see I've got it held up in my mind~

He glanced over at the prying eyes and picked you up running into his apartment.

~As the world around you is crumbling down (I've got you with my spell)~

He locked the door and ran straight into his room throwing you onto the bed.

~The only one that you can count on is yourself~

“I've been waiting for this all day my sweet, sweet (Y/N).” Started Satoru as he parted your legs, pulling off your thong. “Now pretty girl what can I do to you?” He asked gently pushing two fingers in hoping you being distracted would let him go further with you.

~I don't ever wanna fall in love~

“Sa-to-ruuuu!” You moaned out. “Fu-fuck.” You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

~Just let me play the game, make your skin feel numb~

“(Y/N) just give into your desires.” Satoru whispered into your ear as he ran his fingers over your soft skin making you tremble beneath him. “I see it in your eyes you’re trying so hard to fight it baby girl.”

~You could call my name, pretend to love for fun~

He was right you wanted him to do everything to you but, you wanted to make him wait. You took a deep breath in gathering your thoughts and coming down from your high. “S-Satoru, I-I want you to come up here and kiss me…. I love kissing you.”

~'Cause I don't care when you suck on my tongue~

Satoru did so, you attacked his lips kissing him deeply moaning into his mouth as his fingers went deeper.

~Can't you see, tonight you'll end up mine?~

Your hands traveled down unbuttoning his pants, taking his member out you gasped at the girth you felt as you wrapped your small hands around it.

~I'll do you fast and hard, you're gonna end up blind~

Satoru moaned out loudly at the sudden surprise. “Mmmmmm (Y/N) eager aren’t we little cupcake?” Cooed Satoru as he leaned in kissing your neck and started to untie your corset.

~I'll give you a sign and then you'll see in no time!~

All the air left your body as he finished undoing your corset. Your eyes fluttered closed as he took your dress off exposing you completely. Your face turned bright red, you wanted to hide, never in your life did you feel so vulnerable than in that moment. Your skin became hotter and hotter by the second as your heart tried to beat out of your chest. Deep inside you were panicking.

~All Right! All the tension, killer engine~

Satoru could feel the tension starting to build inside you. “(Y/N) if you want me to stop just say so…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said in a soothing voice instantly calming you down.

~Let's go, we're gonna BURN BURN BURN~

You inhaled a deep breath trying to gather yourself. “No Satoru please don’t stop…. This is amazing yet terrifying at the same time…. I’ve never been touched like this…. I’ve…. Never felt like this. Please do more to me Satoru.”

~What you want my lovin' for?~

“Well love what will you let me do to you?” He asked again this time actually wanting an answer from you.

~Stop begging me for more~

“I want you to d-do e-ev-everything to-to me-“

“Really!?” He said cutting you off. “You do!?” Satoru jumped at your approval getting ahead of himself he started to strip.

“Woah hold on a minute Satoru I'm not finished talking!” You shouted as he got on top of you pressing his member against your thigh. “F-fuck.” You wined out as his tip gently grazed your clit. “Th-this isn’t helping…. How do I say no when you’re literally on top of me looking at me like that.” A frustrated sigh left your lips.

He kept looking at you his ocean eyes filled with lust, wonder and excitement all melding together at once.

~Dance away your feelings and move to the sound~

“God damnit you’re making it so hard right now….” You mumbled.

“Did I make you crash? You can’t even form a coherent thought (Y/N).” Satoru said teasing you.

“Well gee I wonder why Satoru? I only have the sexiest man ever on top of me trying to fuck me.” You replied giving him a disgruntled look.

“And there she is! Okay can you give me a straight answer now darling?”

“What do you mean by that Satoru?” You questioned the white-haired man.

“You're calmer now aren’t you?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Then now that you’re thinking clearly I can get a straight answer from you?”

You started to tremble again.

“Why are you acting like this (Y/N)?” Satoru asked his voice laced with concern as he got off of you.

“Y-you're just so intimidating Satoru.”

“But you’ve been teasing me all day why are you so nervous now?”

“I mean I can talk the talk Satoru but I am still a virgin so being in a intimate setting like this I'm scared, all these sensations are all so new to me…. I mean yea I’ve masturbated before but this is nothing like that…. This is so much better.” You took a deep breath in. “Okay I'm okay! I'm not ready to go all the way but you can do anything else to me Satoru.” You smiled and tenderly kissed his lips.

~Come on baby, GET DOWN!~

With that approval Satoru instantly went down on you. “Oh my Godddddddd!” You moaned out as he sucked on your clit. “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuu!” You wined out tugging on his soft white hair as you became a puddle at his touch.

~Love will never mean we have to think we're right~

Satoru ate you out like an animal that didn’t have a meal in weeks. The sound of him licking up your juices echoed through the room, that wonderful sound turned the both of you on so much….. Never in your life did you think someone could make you that wet.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

Your breath hitched as you felt the knot in your stomach start to pulse, you were getting close to an orgasm. “F-fu-fuckkkkk Sa-Sa-Satoruuuu I'm-I'm c-cu-cummmmmminggggggg!” You wailed out as your walls tightened around his fingers you came gushing into his mouth. You heard faint moans coming from Satoru as he licked up every last drop of your juices.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru finally came up for air, he had a huge smirk plastered to that gorgeous face of his. “Baby girl you taste delicious!” He cooed as he leaned in to kiss you making you taste yourself.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

“Why is this so hot?” You thought to yourself as Satoru sloppily kissed you making your juices dribble down your chin.

You broke the kiss and looked at him with a smirk stretched from ear to ear. “Lay down I wanna try something.” He did so, you got on his chest so you were in the 69 position.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

“Wait (Y/N) are you going to do what I think?” He asked you getting all excited.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

You didn’t answer him, instead you let your tongue do the talking as you licked the milky pre-cum off his tip, making him shiver at your touch. You let out a soft giggle as you slowly worked your way down his shaft paying the most careful attention to each part as you licked grazing your piercing over the smooth skin.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

“(Y-Y/N-N) you’re v-very na-naughty for a v-virgin.” Satoru moaned out as you encircled your mouth around his tip, making him gasp at the wonderful feeling. “F-fuck (Y-Y/N-N)!” He whined out as he grabbed your ass diving back into your soaking core.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned out making your tongue vibrate against his shaft as you took it in it’s entirety down your throat causing Satoru to buck his hips almost making you choke.

~Let the power of desire unleash~

You continued to lick and suck taking complete control, Satoru stopped eating you out and just laid there becoming a hot mess beneath you.

~(Can't take this anymore)~

“Oh my God (Y/N) your tongue piercing feels a-am-amazinggggggg. If you k-keep this up I’m-I'm gonna burst!” Satoru moaned out as you deep throated him again. “F-fuck baby girl I'm getting close to cumming! G-gahhhhhh!”

~Without a second thought my passion slowly burns~

You continued to work Satoru until he couldn’t take it anymore, he came in your mouth and you took every last drop. Gently you sucked on the tip making him squirm finally you released yourself from his member.

Satoru pulled you off him and laid you down next to him as he pulled you in close. “Baby girl that was amazing!” He cooed as he kissed the top of your head.

~So take control and show me what it's worth~

“Would you believe me if I said that was my first blow job ever?” You asked him.

“No I wouldn’t.” He chuckled. “Well you’re really, really good at it! In fact that was one of the best ones I’ve ever had. That tongue piercing is something else.”

You blushed at the compliment. “T-thank you Satoru.” You rested your head on his chest and soon fell into a deep blissful sleep.

@divine-delight @g-umi @sassyeahhhh @marimagines @floweryimagine

[not-delicious-milk]

unspoken

pairing | fushiguro megumi x itadori yuuji, kugisaki nobara x zenin maki

content | um i think this counts as slow burn maybe, idk instrospection? sort of fluffy and sort of angsty? just two emotionally constipated bois and one (1) really bad wingman. or maybe a great wingman. depends on how you look at it. i think this is funny.

word count | 3.2k

form | oneshot

originally posted | 30 December 2020

author's note | i really wanted to make a joke about sukuna having 2 dicks but unfortunately there was no opportunity to. also i did all that research about heian period courtship and what did it amount to? like 3 sentences

He met Fushiguro's eyes, and balked slightly at their intensity. They always seemed to bore right through him, as if his skin was glass and Fushiguro interested himself more in what lay underneath. Not that there's anything he cares about in there.

"You're not hurt, are you? I did push you kind of hard."

Yuuji shook his head quickly. "No, I'm fine." He tried to set his mouth in a neutral line, like Fushiguro so often did.

Fushiguro nodded curtly, and turned to leave, back to where Ijichi was waiting with the car. Yuuji's fingers twitched.

or

yuuji doesn't know how to talk to fushiguro. sukuna "helps."

Fushiguro sure looks nice today. 

Yuuji sighed and looked away. He really needed to focus on the mission. There was a grade 2 curse somewhere on the premises of this abandoned building, and if he kept staring at Fushiguro, he'd probably get— 

"Look out!" Yuuji was only briefly aware of the curse's presence before he was aware of concrete, a dull throbbing in his side as he realized Fushiguro just saved him — again — and was busy siccing his Divine Dog on the curse that appeared while he was distracted. 

This is embarrassing, he grumbled to himself. 

You've got that right.

Yuuji did his best to tune out Sukuna's voice as he got up and into battle position. Fushiguro seemed to have the situation under control, so he focused on cleaning up the lower-grade curses swarming around them. 

Something flickered at the edge of his perception. This time, he wouldn't be caught off guard — Yuuji launched himself at the curse on the other end of the room, intercepting it before it had the chance to so much as look at Fushiguro.

"I didn't need your help for that one," scoffed Fushiguro as his Divine Dog slunk back into his shadow. "Honestly, I could have done this alone. Don't know why you insisted on coming."

Yuuji bit back a retort. "I need the experience, right?"

He met Fushiguro's eyes, and balked slightly at their intensity. They always seemed to bore right through him, as if his skin was glass and Fushiguro interested himself more in what lay underneath. Not that there's anything he cares about in there. 

"You're not hurt, are you? I did push you kind of hard." 

Yuuji shook his head quickly. "No, I'm fine." He tried to set his mouth in a neutral line, like Fushiguro so often did. 

Fushiguro nodded curtly, and turned to leave, back to where Ijichi was waiting with the car. Yuuji's fingers twitched. 

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Movie night was usually somewhat less stressful than fighting a curse. Usually. 

The film was something Yuuji was pretty sure Gojo-sensei had found at the very back of the clearance shelf. The DVD store probably paid him to take it off their hands. It wasn't even so bad it was good, it was just bad. 

Kugisaki had fallen asleep somewhere in the middle of the opening credits. At first, he'd been a little confused and concerned for her health — it was only 6 pm, after all — but sneaking a peek at her phone screen when it lit up intermittently afforded him all the clues he needed. Kugisaki had been texting Maki-senpai, probably for a while, and probably all night. 

Her phone screen lit up again — they were a few hours into the movie, and surely Maki realized she wasn't going to respond, right? Yuuji strained his eyes and recognized the thumbnail of what could only be described as a cursed image. Is that a floating banana? What the— 

Something stirred in his chest. Jealousy? Why? Because Maki and Kugisaki had only been texting for a couple of weeks, and they already shared inside jokes that made Kugisaki laugh like a hyena in the middle of the night? Because they never needed to ask, to confirm, before sharing something — a word, a bag of chips, a seat, a jacket? Because when Kugisaki looked at Maki, with that vulnerability in her eyes that she always disguised with harsh words and thinly veiled threats of violence, Maki looked back?

Yuuji couldn't stop himself from looking at the other person on the couch with him. Fushiguro looked like he was going to cry of boredom. Or punch someone. Or both. 

Should I switch the movie? I don't think he likes it. 

Well, Gojo-sensei picked it. He would probably be offended.

Yuuji looked around. His teacher was conspicuously absent. No way! He's the one who forced us all to watch this shit, and he just leaves before it's over?

"Hey, um…" The question was past his lips before he could stop himself. "Fushiguro, is there something you'd rather…" Yuuji already knew what his answer was going to be. There were plenty of things Fushiguro would rather be doing, let alone watching. Reading a book, for one. Alone. 

He received only a vague shrug in return. "Do whatever you want."

Yuuji found himself staring blankly at the floor. An oppressive silence blanketed the room, even with the vague sound effects and poorly dubbed dialogue coming from the TV. 

This is torture. Say something already.

I would if I could, okay? Unless you have any better ideas.

That managed to shut Sukuna up, at least for a moment. Good. All that was left was to sit through the last scenes of the movie and go back to his room and scream into his pillow. 

Yuuji could feel his forehead flushing and his eyes starting to burn. Oh, no no no no no. Why is this so awkward? At least Fushiguro can't see anything since all the lights are off. Or maybe he can see in the dark, like a vampire? Come to think of it, he is pretty pale… He's probably not saying anything to be polite. I bet he can see everything. I bet he's reading my mind right now with that stupid look of his. 

"I need to go to the bathroom," Yuuji said, a little louder and a little higher than he intended. Fushiguro only raised an eyebrow at him and went back to watching the screen.

As soon as he was out of the dorm common room, Yuuji sucked in a breath of air. 

"Coward."

This time, the cold voice he was so used to hearing came from the back of his hand. Yuuji didn't have anything to say in response. If he did, it would only be in agreement. How pathetic of him. 

"You're damn right that it's pathetic. It's a miracle you can even stand up straight, given your lack of a spine."

Yuuji was almost at the door to his bedroom. 

"I'll help you, just this once."

He froze. Since when did Sukuna help with anything?

"I don't believe you," he muttered.

An eye opened on his hand just to roll itself at him. "I'm the one who has to listen to your self-deprecating monologues, and I'm getting sick of it. Just tell him how you feel, brat." Sukuna's disembodied lips curled into a smirk. "If you don't, I will."

"No way!" Yuuji whisper-shouted. He practically sprinted into his room and, in the absence of a lock, pushed a chair behind his door to grant the illusion of privacy. But Sukuna wasn't done yet, and the next time he closed his eyes, Yuuji found himself ankle-deep in what he really hoped wasn't blood, and looked up a pile of ox skulls at the last person he wanted to hear romantic advice from. 

Sukuna absentmindedly picked at long, black nails. "Why don't you switch with me? I'll be sure not to embarrass myself, so don't worry about that."

"That's kind of creepy. Aren't you like, a thousand years old?" Yuuji wrinkled his nose. "Do you just want him all to yourself?"

Sukuna made a face. "Oh, that's disgusting." He made a retching sound, like a cat coughing up a hairball. "Imply that again and I'll kill you in your sleep."

Yuuji was, at the very least, thankful that the murderous curse sharing his body had standards.

"Now the image is burned into my brain. Look at what you've done, brat." Yuuji only recognized the sensation of being cut into pieces and immediately restored because of how many times his conversations with Sukuna had ended that way. Still, he stumbled a little at the sudden disorientation. 

"Hmm." Sukuna tapped his nails on a skull. "Brat, what have you been educated in?"

"Huh? Aren't you the one who complains about having to sit through my algebra classes? You already know what I'm educated in. Um," Yuuji furrowed his brow. "I took piano lessons when I was 8? Not that I was any good at it."

Sukuna sighed. "I don't care about your algebra or your piano lessons. I mean your courtly skills."

"Uh."

Yuuji heard the creaking of bone, and he was met with two pairs of blood-red eyes suddenly before him. 

"Calligraphy? Poetry?"

"No…?"

Sukuna leaned in closer. "So, nothing then? You know nothing?"

Yuuji pushed him away. "Um, you've seen my handwriting."

"Kids these days." Sukuna clicked his tongue. "How standards have fallen."

"You know, a lot of things have changed between now and when you were alive. For one, there's this new thing called personal space."

The curse ignored him. Yuuji blinked and saw the ceiling of his dorm room, back at home in his body. 

Do you at least have a brush, then?

No, weirdo. I have a pen, if that's good enough for you.

Tch.

Seriously, how are you this far behind? I thought you were starting to get this modern era stuff. 

I am trying to salvage the situation you've put me in, brat. How will you write a letter to him without putting care into your calligraphy?

Nobody said anything about a letter! 

This is how it was done in my time. You certainly don't have any better options.

"Fine, I'll Google it then," Yuuji mumbled. He opened his laptop, his fingers hovering over the keys. Slowly, he typed out "how to tell someone you like them."

The advice was all very vague. It was awkward enough to admit to himself that he liked Fushiguro in a way that went past friendship. It was worse that Sukuna's eye was wide open on his cheek and reading everything he did, reminding Yuuji somewhat of a teacher hovering behind him in the computer lab and reading over his shoulder. 

"It says you should give him a gift. I have an idea." Yuuji didn't want to hear Sukuna's idea. "You should give him the carcass of a beast you slew yourself." Yuuji didn't want to hear any more of Sukuna's ideas. 

"Sukuna, have you ever actually done this before? Because I don't think that would work, even if it was a thousand years ago."

"Why would I need to do such a thing?"

That was a little surprising. "Well, you sounded so confident, I thought you had experience or something."

"Love is a fruitless endeavor. The only thing that matters in this world is the spilling of blood upon the earth, and everything that comes between. But you're so annoying that I decided to stoop down to your level so I could help you. You should be grateful."

"Stoop down to my level? What, is this wounding your pride?"

"My pride isn't something so easily scarred. Hearing your constant chattering, all revolving around that Fushiguro boy, is much more painful than condescending to help you." 

"What's with the flowery language all of a sudden?"

"You really are uncultured."

"Well—" 

The sound of someone knocking at his door startled Yuuji out of his carefully constructed comeback, laced with a few choice words he'd learned from Kugisaki the last time she stubbed her toe. 

"Itadori? The movie's over." Oh fuck. "You left your phone on the couch." The doorknob rattled. 

"Uh, just a second!" Yuuji slammed his laptop shut and dragged the chair out of the way before opening the door.

Fushiguro blinked. "Itadori, were you watching po—"

"Nope! No, I wasn't," Yuuji said, fully aware that every word he spoke only cemented that conclusion in Fushiguro's mind. "I'm just going to take my phone now. See you tomorrow!" 

Yuuji grabbed his phone and made a move to close the door, but Fushiguro caught his wrist. His grip was firm and cool to the touch. 

"You've been acting strange lately. Did something happen?"

"I'm fine," Yuuji said automatically. His lips had probably memorized the shape of those words by now. 

"No, you aren't." Fushiguro's grip tightened a little, as if worried that Yuuji would try to snake out of it. I could try. I'm stronger than him.

"Itadori, look at me."

Shakily, Yuuji turned. Blue eyes met hazel. He felt naked somehow under the spotlight of Fushiguro's penetrating gaze. Oh god, that sounds so wrong. I don't want to think about that, not now.

"Is it something I said? Or did something else happen to you? I want to know." 

(It had nothing to do with anything Fushiguro said, and everything to do with what he didn't.)

Itadori. I need you.

"I said I'm fine."

"And I said you're not." Fushiguro sighed a little and closed his eyes. The flutter of his eyelashes was distracting. "I'm worried about you."

Fushiguro? Worried about him? 

"Why?" Yuuji knew it was a stupid question, but he was feeling pretty stupid at the moment. "Why would you do that?"

"Why—" Fushiguro's grip on Yuuji's wrist loosened in surprise. Yuuji twisted himself away, ready to cache himself in his room, but Fushiguro caught the sleeve of his hoodie instead. Worse, he stepped inside and uncomfortably close to Yuuji.

He could already feel his face turning red, and this time he couldn't rely on the cover of darkness. 

"You're seriously asking me why I worry about you?" Fushiguro's voice didn't sound quite as even as it usually did. Yuuji didn't let himself hope it was concern. "You died in front of me, Yuuji. I… I had nightmares about it for months. Of course I'm worried."

He didn't know if it was Fushiguro's sudden use of his first name, or the quiver that accompanied it, but Yuuji's blood froze. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. 

Fushiguro positioned himself in front of Yuuji, and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. His sapphire-blue eyes, normally so cold and distant, glittered with repressed tears. Yuuji stared at his lips instead. They looked so soft. Fushiguro had been biting them again; they were slightly flushed and raw in some places. 

"Please." Fushiguro was barely whispering now, his words only meant for the two of them. "I don't…"

I don't want to lose you again.  

Yuuji opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know where to start. How could he claim insecurity now that Fushiguro had been so vulnerable with him? His anxieties suddenly seemed very small and pitiful in the face of the burden he'd saddled on his friends. It was his fault that Fushiguro was close to tears now, when he could face curses on his own without a flicker of fear. Dark, thick shame sat heavily in his throat, and all he could do was gasp for air. 

You should take off your shirt.

Indignation replaced guilt in one swift motion. I am not taking off my shirt. 

"Sorry, Fushiguro." The apology was too quick, too shallow. "I'm sorry. For… everything." The back of his throat stung. "I'm sorry for bothering you. Please, just…" Just go. Just leave me alone. 

Just leave me to die. 

"You don't have to worry about me."

It's only going to hurt you in the end.

"I'll be f—"

Fushiguro grabbed him by the back of the head, subtracting from the distance between their faces. "How many times are you going to say you're fine? Is it so hard to believe that I care about you?" 

Don't say it. 

"Is it so hard to consider that I—" Fushiguro's voice broke. A gentle flush crept across his neck as he seemed to realize how close their faces were. 

Yuuji's vision blurred around the edges. Time crawled to a standstill, and there was nothing but the slope of Fushiguro's lips, trembling with words unsaid. Yuuji could hear his heart beating in his ears. He wondered if Fushiguro could hear it too, and if he felt some small comfort in knowing that the heart he had seen torn from its body and discarded like offal had been restored, and that it could beat and bleed and break again. 

"Would you just kiss him already?" 

Yuuji would have liked to think Sukuna had kept that comment for his ears only, but the way Fushiguro reeled back and turned beet red confirmed otherwise. 

"Your purple prose is getting on my nerves. I think I preferred it when you couldn't string sentences together." The lips on his cheek curled. "Honestly, if you had just taken your shirt off like I said, this would have been over already. I should have done it for you."

"What do you have against shirts? Haven't you ruined enough of my hoodies?"

Fushiguro cleared his throat. "Um."

Yuuji's face burned. "Oh. Uh. Sorry about that."

"What is it with you and apologies? You don't have to be sorry for everything." But Fushiguro was laughing. His mask had cracked, or perhaps he removed it himself. 

Yuuji couldn't help but smile. "I'll stop being sorry when you stop acting like you don't need anyone."

Fushiguro's face darkened slightly, as if wrapped in a shadow. "Is that what it was? I—"

Yuuji punched him lightly in the arm before he could apologize. "You're so emotionally constipated." 

The tiniest of grins played on Fushiguro's lips. "So…" He leaned in closer. "What was that about kissing me?"

And this time Yuuji leaned into it, letting Fushiguro take everything he had. His eyelashes, still wet from almost crying, brushed against Yuuji's face as they breathed each other in. Yuuji found himself clinging to him like a lifeline, as if any moment he might slip away.

I'm not going to leave you behind.

He was laughing and crying at the same time. "I never thought you liked me back," Yuuji gasped when he broke away for air.

Fushiguro traced his thumb under Yuuji's eye. "You really are dense, you know that?" "So I've been told."

Is this what I was looking for?

Yuuji melted into him, kissing him like a drowning man gasps for air. How could he have deluded himself into thinking he was alone? How, when Fushiguro's body fit him like a puzzle piece, and they were embracing each other like they had never been separate? 

You're welcome. Brat.

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"You know, I thought you'd at least notice all the times I was staring at you," Fushiguro mumbled sleepily. Their rhythm had slowed and now Yuuji was small and limp in his arms, playing with a strand of his hair. 

"Nope. Not even once." A sea of drowsiness threatened to engulf Yuuji, but he stubbornly resisted, if only to stay with Fushiguro for a moment more. He suppressed a yawn. 

"Gojo caught me watching you train once. He tortured me about it for a week." Fushiguro chuckled softly. "Um, he takes a lot of pictures of you. If you ever find a really blurry photo of you sparring in my room, that's why."

"Mm-hmm." Who knew Fushiguro was so warm? 

"Hey."

Yuuji's gaze flickered up to Fushiguro's eyes. Oh, he thought. They're so open. I can see right through him. 

"I'm here. Okay?"

I'm not going anywhere.

"Okay."

Neither am I.

And there was nothing but Fushiguro's breathing, and the heaviness of sleep, and the weight of words unspoken between them. 

[writerofcreativity]

I created this a two months ago. A Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic and my first one. I went over this and I think it's okay. Will people care to read this? I don't know. I just post this.

All Jujutsu Kaisen characters belongs to Gege Akutami.

I will be having a crossover with my characters from another project.

Right now, this doesn't contain any spoilers.

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Itadori Yuji found himself being surrounded by dead corpses of Curses and humans. Screams can be heard echoing throughout the crackling flames. "What the hell is going on?" He asked himself, wanting to help those in need but his body stood. As if his feet are rooted to the ground.

He felt a hand pulling at his pants. It made him looked down and his eyes widened in shock. The deceased are pulling him down.

"Please help us."

"It hurts."

"Kill me."

Yuji can not help but scream "this has to be a nightmare!" He shouted.

"Wake up."

The teenager shuts his eyes, hoping that this will end.

"Wake up, Brat!"

***

Yuji got kicked in the face and it made him jumped out of bed. "Was that just a dream?" He can feel himself sweating and his heart pounding. To be honest he felt relieved, it means that it was not real and those corpses are still alive.

"We have a problem on our hands." Yuji hears Sukuna talking to him and looks at his hands to look for the mouth, but he did not see any.

"Over here." Sukuna spoke.

Yuji got startled to see Sukuna standing in front of him "you bastard, you brought me to your Domain Expansion again? You want to settle the score? I can give it to you and make you cry!" He yelled.

Sukuna sighed "look around you, ya moron." He said.

Yuji was not going to fall for it but he still look and see that they are inside his room. "Either you're trying to trick me or I can do the Domain Expansion too." He said and feels excited to pull that off.

"As if I would do that. My Domain is much better than this pathetic excuse for a room. Also you can't do that." Sukuna shot down those two ideas "like I said, we have a problem on our hands." He repeated, as much as he hates it.

Yuji still remains on guard "you mean I have a damn problem now that you're out." He said.

"True. I would've been so happy to get out of your body but reality just wants to bite me in the ass. I will get to the point already, my powers are gone meaning I am powerless." Sukuna spoke in a serious tone of voice.

***

After being told that he is powerless, Yuji immediately went to find his friends and his teacher but Satoru is no where to be found, no surprises there.

"This has to be some kind of illusion." Megumi spoke.

"But he's really there. This time in person without Itadori being possessed." Nobara said.

The two first years were really surprised when Yuji called them over, and they saw Sukuna. They thought he was not real but it is revealed that he is physically there.

"Why is that bastard here? I thought that he needed a vessel to be here since his real body is just a corpse buried somewhere." Nobara looks at Yuji.

"I don't even know myself but the good news that he is powerless." He said.

"How can we believe Sukuna? He isn't an honest person, like all Curses. Most likely he is lying right now and strike at the perfect moment." Megumi is still on gaurd and is ready to summon his Shikigami if Sukuna makes a move.

"I would had killed the Brat the moment I manifested. I would had killed the two of you as well, if you were boring and the girl wasn't my type." Sukuna said "I discovered that my Curse energy is not what it used to be." He added.

Nobara puts her hands on her hips "would that mean Itadori have your Curse energy?" She questioned, sounded a bit curious at the idea.

"Oh! Then that means I am the new king!" Yuji spoke, brightens up.

"I wouldn't blame you, considering you ate my fingers." Sukuna muttered.

Megumi looked at his friends "we have to at least talk about this to Gojo sensei." He said.

"Talk about what with me?"

Speaking of the Devil, Satoru is now standing with his students and Sukuna. His students were startled by that sudden appearance.

"Gojo Sensei, where had you been?" Megumi asked.

"I was getting things ready. It was really hard to make that kind of arrangement with those shitty Elders." He answered, waved his hand up and down "you wanted to talk about Sukuna being out with me?" He already have his eyes on the King of Curses.

Megumi nodded "we initially thought that this isn't impossible for Sukuna to be out. Itadori have his body that is his to control and Sukuna is here in the flesh. He's not an illusion." He told him.

Satoru smiled "that is interesting. That means we don't have to kill Yuji but there is a little Curse energy that can be detected inside Sukuna." He spoke.

"Then we can get rid of him right? Clearly he's not a threat and is much more easier to kill." Nobara spoke.

"Nope. As much as we want to, we can't do that now. Sukuna still have fingers that are not eaten by Yuji yet and the deal was to let him eat all those fingers before we can kill him and Sukuna. However, this changes things." Satoru looking at both Yuji and Sukuna.

Yuji looked at Sukuna, particularly his hands. He has ten fingers on him "are you sure you're not playing with us, saying that you have no powers?" He questioned.

"You're still alive, aren't you? It's bad enough that I'm weaker than before, even without my remaining fingers but now my appearance matches yours for being too God damn long inside you." Sukuna muttered.

Yuji questions himself if he looks hideous, but since it was Sukuna, he just ignored it.

A loud clap is heard that filled the room. Satoru was the one who clapped his hands that loudly. "Alright everyone! We need to pack up for our trip! Two pairs of clothing and other important items!" He said loudly.

"Where are we going?" Megumi asked.

"It's a field trip and it'll be fun!" Satoru answered.

Yuji and Nobara now wearing faces of joy "what kind of trip will it be?" Nobara looked at Yuji "I don't know but I hope it's fine like Sensei says it will!" Yuji looked back at her. The two of them are very excited.

"Ah, Sukuna, you'll be going too." Satoru said to him.

"Hmph. It's not as if I have anything better to do now." Truth to be told, he can not help but feel excited. He had been absent for over millions of years. The world is now evolved, better or worse. He questioned if he caught Yuji's childlike curiosity while being trapped in there.

***

Satoru had taken his students to the airport without any problems at all, although there were a few Curses but those can be handle by others who will not have any difficulty. He did not say he was only bringing his first year students, so he brought the second year students as well.

"Gojo. This trip better not be a waste of our time." Maki looked at him.

"This trip will be worth it." He grinned.

"Even if this trip won't have Curses for us to exorcise, it would be good to unwind a bit." Panda spoke, grateful that the principal allows him to go.

"Tuna tuna." Toge muttered, agreeing with him.

"Brother!"

Yuji immediately heard Aoi's voice calling to him but before he can escape, he got pulled into a hug by him.

"I knew it you would be on this trip too!" Aoi laughed, squeezing the poor boy.

"Muscle head is here too." Nobara muttered.

"Yeah." Megumi agreed.

"I thought you would stay behind, Maki."

The older Zenin daughter noticed her younger twin sister who is standing with her classmates. "And what? Miss out on all the fun?" Maki retorted.

"Gojo. What is the meaning of bringing Ryomen Sukuna with us?" Questioned Yoshinobu.

"Sukuna isn't much of a threat anymore. Just like with Yuji Itadori, I'm keeping an eye on him." He smiled.

Yoshinobu scoffed "you are being too careless, even if Sukuna poses no threat." He muttered.

Others were surprised to see him joining the trip. They thought he would stay in the school. Perhaps it was because of Sukuna's appearance, or it could be Satoru.

Most students from both schools questions why they are all here together. Satoru was the only who is speaking, not letting the Kyoto school's principal speak. "Think of it as a collaboration. We worked well together when fighting against Curses and all of us had so much fun when we were playing baseball. So, I want us all to enjoy our trip." Satoru said.

"Where will we be going?" Asked Noritoshi.

"To Atela." Satoru answered.

"Eh?"

***

"You looked happier than normal, is this a special occasion?" Jogo saw how happy Mahito is.

The young Cursed Spirit chuckled "I had only thought that Japan only have Jujutsu Sorcerers but I found out there are more interesting people outside of Japan." He smiled.

"Cursed Spirits are everywhere. They are not restricted but that includes those of different races." Suguru spoke.

"That is why I want us all to go to Atela!" Mahito shouted.

"Why go to that place?" Jogo asked. He do not have any knowledge about that area.

"Because they have interesting people who I had heard about. I just it'll be fun." Mahito answered.

"I don't really care about those Sorcerers. We will kill them anyway." Choso quietly spoke.

"Si ti yrassecen rof su ot og?" Hanami asked, speaking backwards.

"Yes. Besides, I think we will meet new friends." Mahito said.