#ft. Satoru Gojo

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DOUBLE STUFFED ft. Bully!Satoru Gojo + Bully!Suguru Geto

✰ KINKTOBER 2023 SPECIAL...

✰ SUMMARY: Satoru and Suguru never meant to piss you off, but how could they stop when your reactions would always be so pretty? How could they stop when your reactions to more intimate things would be even better?

✰ CONTENT WARNINGS: afab, female!reader, bully!satosugu x reader, noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, multiple rounds, double penetration (anal and v), porn with some plot, marking, biting, semi-public sex (empty classroom), mentions of forced exhibitionism, breast/nipple play, degradation, fingering, squirting, cum eating, oral (fem and male receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, p in v sex, biting, minor blood, crying, creampie, unprotected sex, just a shit load of nasty fucking 😋

✰ WORD COUNT: 7.5k (WTFF)

✰ AUTHOR'S NOTE: having the most insane bully!satosugu brain rot to cope with mfing school

✰ MASTERLIST.

As much as you could hide it well, Satoru and Suguru really pissed you off.

You glare at Satoru, your hair completely drenched and your uniform in disarray. If you were naive, you would’ve mistaken Satoru for accidentally bumping into you and shoving you backward into the fountain as an unfortunate event. Perhaps the first time it could have been. Perhaps the second was just bad luck. Although, by this point, he had shoved you into the pond every single time you were tasked with feeding the school’s koi fish—and you were not some idiot to miss the way Satoru would hold back a snicker as he offered you a hand out of the fountain.

“You okay? My bad, Himiko.” You see Suguru snort from behind him, his palm covering his mouth as Satoru tries to maintain a sorry excuse for a poker face. It was obvious he was calling you by the wrong name to piss you off, to really degrade you down into your place. But what could you do?

“My name is Y/N..” You mumble, refusing his hand with a lithe wave as you stand up with a light shiver, hugging your arms to your chest, consequently squishing your boobs together in a way that has Suguru's eyes wandering to your cleavage. Your uniform was utterly soaked, hugging tightly to your body, and you held back a frown. Honestly, half the reason why Satoru loved to torment you this way was for the view he’d get. Stupid little you wouldn’t even realize your pink lacy bra would be on full display when your thin blouse turned transparent from the water. For a moment, he’d forget to even reply to your correction, prying eyes hidden behind his sunglasses as they traced from your breasts down to the way your skirt hugged your ass, admiring the way that the water dripped from between your legs could be mistaken so lewdly without proper context.

“Oh, right. My bad, Y/N.” He’d play off, patting your head and picking up the packet of fish food from the edge of the fountain, placing it idly onto a stone.

You felt your heart burn, your hands tightening into fists. Satoru really loved seeing you hold back your insults, a smile spreading across his lips every time you had to pause and take a deep breath to regain your composure after his antics—and there was a reason why you never snapped at them, a reason why you always bit your tongue.

Satoru and Suguru weren’t just your average high school fuck boys. Everyone knew Satoru as the closest thing man could get to being god, attributed to his precociously stupid six eyes and infinite void. Even with his status as a student, he still surpassed the strength of his instructors, borderline toying with them during practice spars, directly toying with his seniors during missions, and mercilessly fucking with you at any moment he could get. His power, his status, the admiration, all this built his sky-high ego that fueled a stupid smirk that could never be wiped off his face. Everyone respected him. He was a newborn pillar of the Jujutsu world, after all. And how could little you stand up against that?

Meanwhile, Suguru stood as Satoru's right-hand man. Suguru was Satoru's 'angel' on his right shoulder, the one who would talk Satoru into a foreign concept of mercy. Despite that, the man still found a certain level of amusement at your disarray. Suguru held an excessive amount of reputation alongside his white-haired friend. With his stupid amount of cursed energy, paired with his cursed spirit manipulation, his ever-growing strength paralleled any of the faculty at Jujutsu Tech. Satoru and Suguru are the strongest. Thus, how could you bite back at their antics when even the teachers kissed the ground they walked upon, too fearful to scold them without fearing for the end of their careers.

It was the way that you bit your tongue against them that was the funniest part. Reactions, that's what they fed off of. Your reaction when you were shoved into the fountain, a yelp slipping past your lips before you'd be absolutely drenched, flailing to pull your skimpy skirt over your ass. The same skirt they bribed the teachers into giving you a size too small because 'the school ran out'. Your reaction when Satoru would accidentally slam his shoulder against yours, causing you to swear it was no big deal before you'd pout as you picked up your things. Satoru and Suguru found themselves entranced in the way you'd react to things: to stress, to annoyance, to teasing. They wanted to see more and more of your sweet little expressions.

Satoru and Suguru weren't just your average high school fuck boys, but you were beginning to lose your mind, you were beginning to not care of whatever reputation and power they had.

It didn't start off tame, but it still managed to rapidly skid downhill. Satoru and Suguru's antics kept progressing further and further, pushing your boundaries and dignity to the limit. At first, there was a minor jump from physical annoyances, such as 'accidental' shoulder bump, developing into more verbal degradations. Suguru would slip one of his cursed spirits into the door of the classroom, fumbling with the key pins until you were trapped inside.

"Oh, is poor little Y/N stuck?" Satoru would smile, his six eyes watching through the door as you would desperately toy with the knob, eyebrows furrowed. "Please, just open the door, Satoru! I have a club meeting today." You frowned, lips pouty as you looked to the door pleadingly, unknowing that Satoru was feeding off your helpless and frustrated expressions.

"Why don't you ask nicely?" A smirk spread across Satoru's lips, he could practically taste the humiliation rising inside you.

"What?" Your voice was trailed off, faint. You knew it was needless questioning for clarification as if you hadn't heard Satoru as clear as day.

"Beg us to open the door. Come on now, I know the weak usually have experience begging for their lives, use that skill in a different aspect. You're a smart girl, no?" Suguru chimed in. You felt the back of your neck burn with embarrassment. There was no way they were being serious, right? You glance to the clock. 16:52, your meeting was set to start in 8 minutes.

"Guys, please. Not today, I really need to get goi-"

"That doesn't sound like begging. Now does it, Suguru?" Satoru cut you off, his voice dismissive. Suguru smiled. "No, you're right there, Satoru." You fell silent. The minute hand ticked. 16:53.

"...please open the door." You said flatly, resting your forehead against the door with your hand weakly hanging off the knob. You were growing tired. Tired of their antics.

"You can do better than that." Satoru snorted. The door slightly sank towards you, likely as a result of Satoru leaning his back against it. You bit the inside of your cheek, gripping your hands into fists. You had the power to break down the door. To shove past them. To curse them out. It was becoming too much to hold back. You swear under your breath, sliding your palm down your face to recollect before you let out a deep sigh.

"...please, Satoru. Please, Suguru. I'm begging you to open the door." You tried to lace as much emotion into your speech, but it still held an undertone of absolute irritation that anyone wouldn't be able to miss. Still, the door clicked, sliding open. "See, that wasn't that hard, was it?" Satoru leaned over you, towering as he smirked, his hands dug deep into his pockets. You frown at him, pushing past him and Suguru as your shoes tap against the wooden floors to get to your meeting.

"Cute, wasn't that?"

"You're right on that."

You didn't think it could get worse. Although, the devil truly knew how to make things work. The devil being Satoru and Suguru.

Quickly, the two's antics would turn purely humiliating. They'd have you beg to be let out of locked closets, classrooms, bathrooms, and storage rooms, until it was having you kneel in front of them and apologizing for bumping into Satoru even if it was obviously your right of way. You'd keep your palms resting on your knees, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up to Satoru with your doe eyes, speaking a soft apology with shame rising heat to your cheeks. Your fingers would fiddle together, nails digging into your skin to try and push past the embarrassment. There was a brace of silence in the classroom after you mumbled your apology. Satoru stood tall in front of you, while Suguru leaned against the teacher's podium with his arms folded in front of his chest.

"You know, I don't think sorry is enough anymore." Your chin picks up to look at Suguru with widened eyes. "What..?"

"I think you're right," Satoru added, kneeling down to you as he took your chin between his fingers, redirecting your gaze to him. "You've been causing so much trouble for us, no? I believe you need a better way to make it up to us this time." Satoru's voice was silky, his head tilting as he spoke, eyes trailing down to your neck, collarbones, before resting his gaze on your breasts. You felt confused, and for some reason, your heart began to sink down into your stomach. "How do I make it up to you?" You were hesitant, slow, your voice hiding back its quiver. Satoru smiled.

You choked out a sob, stifled by the fat cock nudging into the depths of your throat. Satoru's hand held your hair back tightly, your scalp burning as he carefully thrust into your face and used your hair as leverage. You blinked through a build of tears, hands weakly pushing against his thighs to try and tell him to let up, to not fuck his cock so deep into your face. With a particularly forceful thrust, the tip of Satoru's dick punches into the back of your throat, your esophagus contracting as you gagged. Satoru held you firmly in place, and tears began to fill into the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck, just like that, pretty girl." Satoru's breath was ragged, his eyebrows knit together as he looked down to you, pulling back before fucking another harsh thrust into the back of your throat. "Breathe through your nose, now. I can't have you passing out on me." Satoru guided you gently, yet the way he gripped your head and held you to bottom out contrasted greatly with his kind tone. It was a lot easier said than done, especially with how large his cock was, stretching your throat and causing a deep ache in your jaw. Satoru groaned when you swallowed, his head falling back as he closed his eyes. He began to pick up his pace, thrusting his hips while simultaneously pulling and pushing your head up and down him. He never failed to hit the back of your throat with each thrust, smiling when your two hands on his thighs would slowly grip him tighter, a silent way to beg for him to slow down. He never did.

Precum leaked from his tip, swathing against your tongue, salty with a lace of sweetness. He felt himself losing his mind. Satoru cursed under his breath. Why hadn't they done this earlier? How could they have let such a perfect little thing like you slip past their gaze all these years? He watched as you turned your gaze up to him, locking eyes. Your mouth was stuffed full of him, tears welled up in your eyes before they ran down your pretty face. This, this was it. This is what he and Suguru really needed. Throughout their years, he and Suguru had had their way with many dumb, pretty doormats just like you. But as Satoru starts fucking your mouth, heavy breaths falling past his lips as his balls began to slap against your chin, he could tell that your holes were going to be the best they'll ever fuck. You shut your eyes tightly, looking up to him pleadingly with him to give you a break, to let you breathe even just for a little bit. He could tell you've never done anything like this before, or at the very least, never with a cock as large as his. Your innocence was only driving him even more mad, having him relish in the way that he and Suguru would be the first ones to break you in. To use you. To fuck all your holes. Satoru's eyes traced down to your throat, watching the outline of his cock bulge in your neck and a build-up of your saliva drip down from your chin onto your clothed tits.

"Fuck... Eyes on me." His eyebrows knit together, voice airy. With one hand still gripping roughly in your hair, his other reaches down to your throat. His palm wraps around the entirety of your neck easily. You're so small compared to him. Like a dumb little lamb that's wandered too far into the woods, too far into a lion's den. He gives your neck a light squeeze when he bottoms out, hearing you gag and your throat tightening around his cock in response. Once he notices your hands practically scratching down his thighs, he builds up the restraint to give you a break, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a grunt. You gasp, coughs and choked heaves of air borrowing through as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Maybe that was enough, you thought. Maybe now, they'd leave you alone, your dignity bruised and purity shattered.

Much to your dismay, Suguru unbuckled his pants, walking towards you slowly. You look at him with wide eyes.

"W-Wait, I don't—"

"Don't what?" Suguru cut you off, lightly tapping the tip of his cock against your cheek with one hand, his other hand pushing his hair out of his pretty face. Your lips quiver, and you turn your face away from him.

"I don't want to do this anymore..." You looked down to the floor, your hands fiddling together nervously while you knelt before him. Suguru clicked his tongue, his fingers running through your hair gently, tucking loose strands behind your ear.

"You really think we care?" You look up to him slowly. His eyes were half-lidded as they stared down into you, cold. He felt like another person. Many times Suguru would be the one to hold Satoru back, Suguru would be the one who kept you just a little bit safer. Between the two, you'd pick him. Suguru seemed kinder. Yet, you realized your mistake soon enough. Your heart sinks into your stomach. Suguru's grip tightened upon your scalp, he looked irritated.

"When are you going to drop the act?" He pushed your head back, craning your neck to look directly up to him, holding you firmly in place, like a dog being punished to stay still and look to his owner from the ground.

"What..?" You felt a sense of dread sink about you. Suddenly, Suguru lets go of your scalp, grabbing onto your neck and manhandling you into Satoru's lap. Satoru is sitting upon the teacher's desk, with your back against his chest, flush upon his lap. You choke, struggling, hands trying to push and pull at the wrist that kept air keenly out your throat. Suguru signals to Satoru, and Satoru's hand replaces Suguru's on your neck, holding you scarily still. You felt trapped. Small. Vulnerable. Sugur's large hands hooked beneath your thighs, pushing your knees flush against your shoulders before Suguru knelt in front of you. Your skirt pooled around your midriff, and Suguru traced his fingers idly from your clit down to your hole through the fabric of your panties.

"I'll make a deal with you," Suguru's eyes flickered to your face, his gaze sharp as he tilted his head. The view was stomach-churning. Seeing one of the pillars of the Jujutsu World, knelt between your thighs as he played with your cunt through your underwear, just didn't look right. Suguru hooks his middle finger into the side of your underwear. "If I check your pussy and it's not wet, Satoru and I will leave you alone. Does that sound okay?"

"That's not—"

Satoru cuts you off. "I think that sounds like a great deal." Satoru laughs. Suguru hums, pushing your underwear to the side and leaning towards your cunt with a curious look. You writhe, struggling against Satoru's hold on your neck. His large hand gives a warning squeeze.

"Wet pussy never lies, does it?" Suguru chimes, you choke out a panicked moan when his finger probes against your hole, his middle and pointer finger spreading your labia with a V. His other hand slips into his pocket, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture.

"Stop—"

Suguru flips his phone screen towards you and Satoru, your pussy on full view. "What do you think, Satoru?"

"I think," Satoru speaks, "Y/N's body is a lot more honest than her mouth, hmm?" His breath hitches against your ear, you could practically feel him smiling against you.

"Please—ah!" You jolt when you felt cold air blown right against your hole. You squirm, clentching around nothing as your hips struggle and your breath writhes. Satoru groans a little in response, as your needless struggling has amounted to nothing but grinding against his clothed erection. Suguru laughs, leaning back in to gently suck onto your clit. You wretch out a moan, biting harshly into your cheek. Satoru begins to knead your breasts with two large hands, completely enveloping your chest with his palms, his mouth kissing and sucking deep marks of purple and blue into the side of your neck while he works his way to toy with your nipples.

Suguru begins to slowly lap at your clit, sucking onto your clit before his tongue swirls about it harshly. You shutter out a moan, your hands grabbing onto Satoru's wrist to hold on for dear life, your legs trembling and trying to close. Satoru clicks his tongue.

"We can't have you hiding from us, pretty girl. How can Suguru make you feel good then?" Suguru rests your legs onto his shoulders, his hands going to grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, his tongue working wonders and flicking against the bud skillfully. Your breath catches as a lump in your throat, head falling back into Satoru's chest. It's too much. It's too way too much. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes, and you try to push your legs against Suguru's shoulder to no avail.

"T-Too much—" Your voice is weak, shaky from the overstimulation. Satoru gently shushes into your ear. "You can be a big girl for us, can't you?" He hums, his hands grab your wrists and bunches them behind your back. You curl up, body stiffening, opening your eyes to see Suguru looking up at you, staring at you intently and you nearly become lost in his dark eyes.

Soon, you're dragged right back down to Earth when Suguru presses his middle finger against your hole, twisting it until it pushes past your walls, and the heel of his wrist bottoms out against the underside of your clit. You yelp, sharply sucking in a breath of air as Suguru redirects his gaze back to your cunt, humming as he laps up your clit, sloppily pressing the flat of his tongue and dragging upwards before moving his tongue side to side across your bud. Your wrists twist against Satoru's grip when Suguru works another finger inside your hole, stretching you out as he scissors deep inside of you, the pads of his fingers pressing against your g-spot.

Squelches mixed with your struggled moans fill the silence of the classroom, Suguru's tongue pulling away from your clit. With his fingers still inside of you, he stands up, grabbing your chin between his fingers as he leans in to kiss you. You squirm under his touch, closing your eyes tightly, trying to block out what's being forced onto your body. His kiss is full of passion, although it's completely devoid of the kindness and affection that couples usually display. It feels as though he's eating you alive, mouth hungrily enveloping with yours, his tongue pushing past your lips and tasting you completely, muffling all of your panicked sobs and moans. Suddenly, Suguru's fingers begin to pound into your cunt, the heel of his hand slapping against your puffy clit as he slams his fingers in and out of you repeatedly. You feel a knot begin to form in your womb, legs shaking and hips trying to wiggle away from the stimulation. Suguru doesn't slow down. His tongue lapping up into your mouth, teeth biting your lower lip so hard it bleeds as he quickens the pace on his fingers while they curl upwards once fully inside you. A tang of iron spills onto your tongue, and Suguru feels himself being driven halfway insane, drunk off the taste of your pussy, the taste of your mouth, your moans, and your struggled whines.

"I-It hurts." You cry, pussy burning from the stretch as his fingers remain relentless to your cunt. You feel like you're being split in two, and Suguru experimentally scissors inside of you, causing you to shiver and your hips to grind in Satoru's lap.

"I bet," Suguru says. "You're really tight. Relax, and let me in, pretty girl." Your thighs tremble, and Suguru continues to work his way at your cunt, letting go of your chin to rub circles into your clit. Your head falls back as your mouth drops into an O against Satoru's chest. The build-up of pleasure stacks tenfold over itself, completely coiling until it snaps. You cum hard. With a nasty squelch, your pussy clenches around Suguru's fingers tightly, writhing out broken moans as Suguru keeps his fingers deep inside you to curl and probe upwards against your g-spot while he leans back down to suck and tongue at your clit. You sob, his pace persistent and mean, bullying you past your orgasm into painful overwhelms of overstimulation. You feel as though your body is being thrown into overdrive, and your thighs are trembling upon Suguru's shoulders, wrists struggling to get out of Satoru's grip as he holds your arms firmly behind your back.

"Enough, S-Suguru, plea—ah! Too much..—!" You sob, Suguru's fingers continuing to curl and fuck into you, his tongue swishing around your puffy clit. You feel something deep in your pussy snap. You squirt onto his fingers with a scream, tears welling into your eyes as he slams his fingers into you until you're fucked dumb—thighs trembling, chest heaving, and back laid limp against Satoru's chest before he finally pulls his sloppy fingers out of you, his face completely drenched in your arousal.

"That was fuckin' hot." Satoru breathes out, letting go of your wrists and kissing your neck. Suguru licks his lips, relishing in your taste as he lightly slaps your clit, laughing when your eyes widen and your body jolts in response.

"Alright now, upsie daisy." Satoru grabs underneath your arms and pulls you off his lap. You stumble, legs much too weak to stand on your own so soon after your orgasm. Suguru catches you on his chest, peppering light kisses onto the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings on how good you did as he holds you up by your waist. Satoru comes up behind you, pushing your skirt over your ass and pulling off your panties until they pool loosely about your ankles. You sob, your hands moving back to push Satoru away by his hip when one of Satoru's large hands wraps about the entirety of your two wrists, pinning them behind you and arching your back until your ass is flush against his dick and the back of your head is against his shoulder. Satoru's free hand wraps around your neck, holding you in place as you squirm.

"Atta girl, don't be such a cry baby." Satoru kisses your shoulder, pulling his hips back slightly, fucking his cock between your thighs, grinding it against your puffy clit and pussy. You clench around nothing, knees gluing together and hips trying to push back against him desperately. You struggle, wrists squirming to free themselves out of Satoru's mean grip. You scream when one of Satoru's thrusts between your thighs causes the head of his dick to catch into your hole before sliding up to your clit. Suguru smiles at the sight, leaning against a desk in front of you and Satoru as he strokes his cock slowly. Satoru lets go of your neck, still holding you up by the wrists held behind your back, as he takes the base of his dick to press his tip against your hole.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" He muses, voice airy as he slides the head of his dick up and down from your hole to your clit. "No wonder you're so wet." He hums, kissing the side of your neck.

"Stop—oh!" Your voice dies in your throat when he sinks his fat cock into you and bottoms out completely in one thrust, your mouth falling open silent as your eyes widen from the pain. You try squirming away, and the moment you do, Satoru's free hand slides down to press his palm firmly against your womb.

"You feel me in there, pretty?" He muses, licking up the helix of your ear. You sob, trembling in response. You look down to make sure you haven't been split in half, seeing the way Satoru's hand nearly covers the entirety of your lower stomach, seeing a bulge in your tummy from his fat cock nestled deep inside you and against your cervix. Satoru can barely concentrate. He hasn't even begun moving, yet you're already squeezing him so good.

"Fuck... Just like that, baby." Satoru's breath is heavy against your ear, and he bites down on your shoulder to ground himself. You're a strangled mess. Writhing in his arms, your entire body trembling as broken pleas fall upon deaf ears the moment you cut yourself off with your own little moans. Satoru and Suguru can't help but glance at each other, smiling. Fuck, how could such a pretty little thing like you slip past them all these years?

Without warning, Satoru pulls back until only the tip remains inside, before he thrusts his hips forward and bottoms out into you, his hips pressed flush against your ass. You choke out a scream, just as Satoru's hand slaps against your mouth to muffle you.

"Oh common, it wasn't that bad, mm?" Satoru's index and middle fingers push past your lips, swirling about your tongue. "Don't be so loud, unless you want the whole school to know?" Your heart sinks to your stomach, and you swallow, shutting your eyes tightly as you weakly shake your head in response.

"Maybe she really is that dirty of a girl, we'll never know until we try." Suguru muses, pulling out a cigarette from his pants pockets along with those fancy butane lighters with a stupidly long, purple-colored flame. He lights it idly between his long fingers, watching you furrow your eyebrows as the first puff of smoke is blown your way.

"We'd have to start off easy though, she's so sensitive she might die on the spot if we just fuck her in front of a crowd," Satoru replied, slowly pulling his cock out to the tip before sinking back in harshly. You can't even understand what they're saying, Satoru's hand completely shutting you up, his fingers fucking your mouth while his dick has you completely filled to the brim. You feel as though your brain is stupidly empty, overfilled with pain, laced with what you refuse to believe is absolute pleasure. It's too much. The feeling of his fingers in your mouth, against your tongue, his cock dragging against your walls. It's too much. Way too much, and yet Satoru has barely even begun moving.

"Should we start it off with a couple cursed spirits as our audience?" Suguru chimes, head leaning back as the nicotine seems to take its hit. "Nah, that's boring. How about...ah, I know!" Satoru sounds much too cheerful, when he suddenly pulls out to the tip and slams back into you once again. You yelp, muffled sobs passing through the fingers in your mouth as you struggle with your hands pinned behind your back. You moan aimlessly, forced up on your tippy toes to keep taking his dick due to how tall Satoru is compared to you.

"S-Sato—ru! P-Please stop..." A particularly hard thrust stutters you, drowned out by the sounds of him as he begins to pound into your cunt. Perverted squelches drip arousal down your thighs, wetting Satoru's dick, and allowing him to fuck you faster, to fuck you harder. Your legs feel tingly, your clit a puffy, overstimulated mess when Satoru removes the digits in your mouth and uses your own spit to rub circles onto your clit.

"Mmm, how about Nanami?" Suguru suggests. "Fuck her in front of that blonde?" Your heart sinks.

"Oh! That's a good ide- hmm?" Satoru laughs darkly, continuing you fuck into you, his grip on your wrists as relentless as the cock fucking up against your cervix. "God, you fucking clenched around me when Suguru said that. What a dirty slut." Satoru's voice is dark, amused, and even without looking at him, you can bet his usually perfectly kept hair is messy and his face is flushed. He sounds pussydrunk, and his pace begins to stagger.

"No way Mr. Limitless is done already?" Suguru snorts, Satoru scoffs in response. "When you get your turn, let's see how long you last." Satoru rolls his eyes. Satoru becomes annoyed at Suguru's tease, wanting to prove his best friend wrong. And so, he bends you over the teacher's desk, your tits squished against the cold wooden surface as he grabs your hips with both hands, fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. You yelp, eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching as you held onto the edges of the desk to soften the recoil Satoru's thrusts were causing to your body. He was so big. Both his dick and his stature. As Satoru leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back as he furthered his markings of hickeys and bites upon your shoulder and neck, you felt as though you were cornered, sandwiched with no way to escape. Satoru fucked into you nonstop, and you swear if he kept up his thrusts he would eventually push right into your cervix and fuck his precum into your womb.

You tightened your hands into fists, sobbing in response to a particularly brutal thrust that fucked you so hard you swear you felt it in your stomach. You haven't been pleading for a while now, your moans cutting off your speech completely, Satoru's dick fucking you too dumb to even know what was going on. Where were you again? What time was it? All of your questions would be fucked out of your mind from the drag of Satoru's cock against your walls alone, a vein catching against your velvety walls before he'd slam back into you with no regard to your pain, to your overstimulation, to your sensitivity. He fucked you mercilessly, like a little human fleshlight, as though Satoru wanted to mold your insides to perfectly fit his cock, to ruin you for any other man besides him and Suguru.

"Shit, you still with me?" Satoru asked, his voice low, breathing heavy. He moved your head to rest your cheek against the desk, and he laughed when he saw your fucked out face, eyes rolling back as he kept fucking into you even as he spoke, even as he was trying his best to hold off filling you up with his cum just to avoid Suguru's teasing if he came so soon. Satoru looked at your fucked out face. And although he felt himself fall in love with the view, he needed something new, something more. Sure, your cock drunk state was a view that engraved itself happily into his mind, but he wanted to completely use every part of you. To take all of your firsts as his own. Satoru's pace suddenly flaters, until it comes to a stop. Your chest is heaving, and you sniffle a little. Tears running from your eyes and down to the teacher's desk you were bent over and pinned down into. Satoru gestures to Suguru. Suguru digs into his pocket lazily, before throwing a small bottle to Satoru.

"It'll be a little cold, but don't worry, yeah?" Satoru mused. Even though he was giving you a warning, it was clear his tone held no sense of concern for you. Your eyes widened and hips jolted when you felt something cold and sticky fall onto your asshole. You were about to turn around, when one of Satoru's hands slammed your head back down to hold you flat against the desk.

"N-No! N-No way, stop!" You struggle violently, and Satoru grips your hair roughly, shutting you up through his aggression.

"Oh cool it. Someone would've fucked this pretty ass soon enough, be glad your first is me." Satoru laughs. He ignores your panic, taking his middle finger and swirling it around the rim of your asshole before he pushes it in gently. You scream, biting your bottom lip until you swore you could taste tangy iron. You shut your eyes tightly. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

"Please...p-please I'm begging you... Stop—ah!" Satoru pays no mind to your pleas, thrusting his middle finger into your asshole slowly, curling the tip and wiggling inside you whenever he bottoms out. His fat cock is still stuffed in your cunt, cockwarming him as he preps your other hole.

"I'm being so kind, no? I'm not even moving and I'm prepping you too! Gosh, be a little grateful, Y/N." Satoru hums, his finger prodding and probing deep inside of you. You've never felt anything like this before, and it feels weird. You try to squirm, to buck your hips away, but you hear Satoru sigh in response, suddenly pulling his cock out to the tip and slamming his hips back into you.

"If you keep being ungrateful, I'll stop caring about you completely." He warns. You sob quietly in response, and the grip in your hair remains firm, pressing your cheek hard against the desk. Smoke from Suguru's cigarette permeates throughout the room, before he drops it onto the ground, stomping upon it and sweeping it up into a small trash can by the door. All you're left with is strangled whines, mewls, and tears that fall down your face, until Satoru works his ring finger into your ass as well. You sob at the stretch, clenching around him to try and push away at the foreign intrusion, yet all that seems to achieve is sucking his fingers deeper. Satoru deems you to be stretched out enough, beginning to pull his fingers out of your ass, before pushing them back in. You buck your hips. You don't know if you're trying to pull away or to the stimulation that's being forced onto your body.

You soon know it to be the prior.

Satoru pulls his hips back, slamming back into you as you yelp and sob in response. He begins to fuck into you while simultaneously fingering your ass at the same speed. Soon, Satoru picks it up. Although he's fucking your ass at a medium pace, the cock pressing against your cervix again and again returns to its previous pounding. You're back to sobbing, moaning aimlessly as you struggle pathetically from the overdrive. You swear you're seeing stars when Satoru adds a third finger into your ass, scissoring the three and curling his fingertips inside you, while the head of his cock presses firmly against your g-spot and cervix, dragging back and forth until your vision feels as though it's fading away. You don't know how long it goes for, but soon, Satoru's three fingers are simply buried into your ass as he focuses all of his energy on fucking your sloppy cunt. His hand releases your head, running down the side of your body to catch your clit between his middle and index finger. You jolt, choking out a wonton cry as he begins to swirl your clit aggressively.

"Cum for me, f-fucking cum." Your body seizes up, stiffening as your eyes roll back and Satoru's cock punches against your cervix. Everything builds up. His cock brutally fucking into you, his fingers pinching and circling your clit, and the three fingers in your ass that begin to pick up their movements as they curl deep inside you. You cum hard, sobbing as your pussy and asshole clench around him, spasming and your legs trembling. If it weren't for the desk you were bent over, you would've fallen completely into the floor, collapsed like an empty fuck doll. Yet you weren't done, not until they were. Satoru fucks you through your orgasm.

"C-Cumming, f-fuck! S-Satoru, too much—AH!" Satoru continues to finger your ass, dick pummeling into you and his pace becoming unsteady when he slams back into you for one last time, tip pressed hard against your cervix before you feel hot spruts of cum filling you completely. Satoru thrusts into you slowly to ride out his high, heavy breaths and degrations falling past his lips.

"F-Fuck, such a fucking whore, huh? Shit..." Satoru leaned over you, chest pressed against your back as he regained his breath before pulling out. You felt a spurt of cum slide down your inner thighs, dripping down from your pussy, and you clenched around nothing. Head empty, fucked dumb, fucked senseless. You didn't even register when large hands pulled you off the desk. You barely even reacted when you were manhandled down to straddle Suguru on the floor.

"Please...enough..." Your voice was weak, your entire body sore and trembling lightly. Suguru shushes you gently, holding the back of your head and cradling you so affectionately. "Shh, we'll take care of you. Wanna feel good, hmm?" Suguru whispered, licking up your neck. You sob in response, knowing that no matter how much you tried to fight them, they wouldn't let you go until they had their fun. Suguru grabs your hips firmly, holding your ass up as he pushes his cock into your cunt. You choke out a moan, grabbing onto his shoulders as your head fell against his chest. You simply cried as he began to fuck you. You thought Satoru surely had molded you into the shape of his cock enough to numb the painful stretch, but you never expected Suguru to be so much thicker. You gripped onto his shoulders tightly, his shirt bunching up beneath your fingers as your desperate cries mixed in with confused little moans as you could only take his fat cock that punched your cervix so hard you felt as though your insides would be scrambled and bruised the next day.

"F-Fuck, n-no more—" You whimpered. Suguru paid you no mind, holding you painfully, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he pounded into you with deep grunts. Suddenly, you felt another presence from behind you. Satoru knelt behind you, his cockhead sliding up and down your asshole. You panicked, trying to push your hips away, but Suguru's grip remained bruising. Satoru laughed at your pathetic attempt of squirming away, slapping your ass hard, a sting ghosting where his hand had hit.

"O-Ouch—! Ah!" You yelped in response, and Satoru's hands replaced Suguru's grip on your hips. You were about to open your mouth to protest once more, but Suguru's hands cupped your face and pulled you into a deep, rough kiss. Your moans muffled into his mouth, a confused gasp cut off as his tongue slipped past your sultry lips, your eyes rolling into the backs of your head when Satoru slowly sunk his cock deep into your ass, while Suguru's pace was still unrelenting as he continued to fuck into you like a ragdoll, bruising your cervix and stretching you completely.

Soon, you were an absolute mess. Satoru and Suguru's paces were completely out of sync. Satoru fucked you rough, hard, and fast, his hips slapping against yours as your ass would recoil in response. He held you so firmly, holding no regard for your smaller body as he held you still with too much strength than needed, just to remind you of your place. Satoru moaned each time you'd clench around him, aka each time the tip of Suguru's cock would punch against your cervix once more. Suguru's pace was similarly rough, although he and Satoru would fuck you just out of sync, making sure that whenever Satoru had pulled out to the tip, Suguru's cock would be nestled deep inside of you—and whenever Suguru would pull out your cunt, Satoru would be slamming right back into you. You were nothing but a pretty little fleshlight for the two by now. The two men letting out a series of grunts and low moans as you use your body to their own pleasure, breaths heavy against your ears, deep marks of purple, blue, and bites scattered across your neck, shoulders, upper back, waist, inner thighs. You were completely defiled by them. And fuck, how did they love that. Like a twisted sense of being the first to have something all to themselves, to ruin it for anyone else who wanted to try having a taste.

Your thoughts were completely gone by now, filled with nothing but a cycle: a numb buzz of pleasure that would wind in your womb, a climax to your orgasm, getting fucked right through it, rinse and repeat. How many times has it been? How many times have you cum? You feel as though they have been pounding you for hours, and you shut your eyes tightly, thighs trembling when the coil in your stomach begins to build up once more as Suguru's cock fucked into your cervix, as Satoru's dick pounded into your ass.

"C-Cumming, 'm gonna c-cum..." Your voice was strained, slurred, intoxicated. Satoru laughed from behind you, and Suguru began to circle at your overstimulated clit once more.

"Put on a show."

"Cum then."

You came hard, your grip on Suguru's shoulders tight as you moaned loudly. Suguru stuttered. "F-Fuck, gonna fill you up...make you mine." He rasped, slamming into you one final time before he came deep, hot cum filling you up completely, his dick slowing down his pace to properly jut its final ropes of cum deep into your cunt. Satoru's pace faltered as well, before he gave one harsh thrust that had you recoil forward, pressing your cheek harder against Suguru's chest with a yelp as Satoru bottomed out and filled your ass with his hot cum.

The classroom was quiet. Quiet as opposed to the three mix of heavy breaths, your three bodies tangled together, two cocks stuffing you impossibly full. Satoru was the first to pull out, sitting back on his heels as he pushed his hair back. Suguru grabbed the underside of your armpits firmly, lifting you up and off his dick, a mix of his and Satoru's cum dripping out and onto his abs. Suguru stands up, pulling you up to lay you gently on a table as he leans down to your sloppy cunt. You're completely dazed, and you can only muster a pathetic jolt and whine as Suguru begins to lick your cunt slowly. Your eyes zone out and only occasional whimpers slip past your lips. He laps your pussy up clean, holding your hips firmly as he swirls his tongue around your clit slowly, as though to apologize for being so rough with you. Suguru pulls away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting him to your cunt. His hand slides up the underside of your thighs, pushing your knees into your chest with one hand as he leans down to your ass. His tongue rims you gingerly, and you moan quietly, sobbing so weakly from the final drive of overstimulation.

Once both your holes are clean, Suguru and Satoru gather up your uniform, stealing your panties but being kind enough to fix your uniform. Satoru pulls you up, holding you bridal style as you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep. Suguru stands in front of Satoru, his face still flushed and breath still heaving.

"Should we get plan b?"

"Why the hell would we do that?"

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© Peached TV 2023

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Nanami x Reader who is like Tiana (from Disney's Princess and the Frog)? I love JJK/Disney and the ship is NanamixTiana has been living in my brain rent-free.

A/n: NGL I LOVEEEEE EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT SHIP BRO!! TIANA IS SUCH A QUEEN!! AND WITH NANAMI!??? power couple... POWER COUPLE!! I ALSO LOVE THE MOVIE SO MUCH AND I USED THE ENDING AS A REFERENCE TO TIANA! but I got you boookie <3

NANAMI x READER

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It was Satoru's idea to invite him out to dinner since one of his best friends finally got the restaurant of their dreams.

"Come on Nanami. It'll be fun."

Kento, of course, is hesitant to go with him since Satoru's idea of 'fun' was different than his. Reluctantly, he entered the restaurant with his coworker's arm around his shoulder, leading him inside. There was live performance on stage while they were getting settled in their reserved seats. A beautiful person walks onto the stage, singing and dancing to the rhythm.

"That's them, right there."

Gojo tilts his glass towards the person on stage. They were absolutely stunning and had an amazing voice. Their stage performance was phenomenal.

"They're single."

Gojo whispers in his ear before leaning away and getting a stern look from Kento.

"Just saying." Gojo continues to sip on his drink, enjoying the show.

Soon the performance ended, and the lights come on. The band goes back to their normal hype jazz routine, and everyone resumes their conversations.

"Hey Satoru." He stands from his seat immediately, accepting the hug from the person.

"Hello Y/n, thank you for the invite."

Their e/c eyes shift to Kento, and he opens his mouth to speak.

"Good afternoon, Y/n. I would also like to tell you how much I appreciated the invite. I-I'm Nanami Kento."

Y/n walks over and gives him a hug as well.

"It's so nice to meet you, I hope you both enjoyed the performance, and your meal is on me. I did invite you to come here after all."

"I have money to spend Y/n, please, let us pay for our meals."

They laugh, lightly patting Satoru's shoulder and shaking their head.

"You have such a way with words, Satoru." A waiter approaches, apologizes for interrupting and whispers in Y/n's ear.

"Anyways, sit down and enjoy yourselves. I have something to deal with in the kitchen."

A sly wink is sent toward the two men over their shoulder as they walk into the kitchen area.

"I've never heard you stutter before Kento. You must really like them."

He simply just looks over at his friend and sips his water.

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The dinner was perfect, everything was delicious, and it was becoming late. People were starting to pay their bills and leave the venue.

"Hello again, I brought you the best beignets in all of New Orleans."

Y/n sets down a plate piled with pillow-like pastries covered in the right amount of powdered sugar.

"It still surprises me that no one has wifed you up yet. I still remember what you told me when we first met at your job."

They smile at that and goes to clear the plates in front of them.

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

As they walk away with the dishware, Gojo turns to look at Nanami.

"Shoot your shot Nanami... My six-eyes can sense that you're making goo-goo eyes at her."

Nanami looked around the room. Everyone has left and they were the only ones in the room. For once in his life, Gojo was right! He shouldn't be nervous; he should go for it. They walk over to the table again with smaller plates and a smile still on their face.

"I brought you some smaller plates for the beignets. Is there anything else I could bring out to you or help you with?"

They looked between the two men; they really were the most stunning person he's ever seen.

"Could I talk to you?"

They smiled and nodded, leading him up the stairs and through the glass double doors on the right.

"So, what did you want to talk about, sugar?" They leans against the railing comfortably.

His heart did a small flip at the nickname as he approached them.

"I wanted to talk about you. I wanted to get to know you more."

He leans on the other side of the railing, right next to them.

"Gojo was telling me all about you during the flight, the drive, hell, even over dinner, he was telling me about you."

They laugh, throwing their head back and then looking at him.

"That's Satoru. He was telling me about you too, maybe he was trying to set us up with each other. He asked me if he could bring another person."

They turn their attention to the night sky and Nanami does the same.

"I want to get to know you more as well. I'd think it'd be fun to see where this goes. Especially since Gojo decided to talk each other up to the other person."

Nanami turns back to Y/n.

"Would you want to get a coffee, tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

The two doors open, and they turn their attention to Gojo who had the plate of beignets in one hand and a half-eaten beignet in the other.

"These beignets are delicious Y/n." He licks his fingers after finishing the beignet.

"Thank you, Satoru. Leave some for Nanami now."

"No need to call me Nanami, Kento's fine."

A smug smirk appears on Gojo's face at that. Then, it widens when he looks down at the railing.

"I see you two have been getting 'close'."

He gestures to the part of the railing where Nanami's hand was on top of yours, brushing your knuckles softly. Neither of you move though.

"Well, we have a coffee date in the morning. Go back and get some sleep. Gojo will give you, my number."

Y/n leads them to the main area and Gojo pays for the meal.

"See you tomorrow Kento."

"See you tomorrow, Y/n."

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[3-aem]

you’re done

[pinkconkonut]

freaky 🚬 doodle

[ackermonie]

in a perfect world, you and satoru would get married. you would move into a bigger house, big enough for megumi and tsumiki and yuji and nobara and all the kids you wish you could just hide from the cruelty of this world. you would even have children of your own, away from the gojo clan and their obsession of who is going to inherit the six eyes next.

you always dreamt of a big kitchen with lots of natural sunlight. somewhere far, far away, somewhere you can properly take care of satoru in the way he deserves.

sometimes if your mind drifts far enough, you could almost taste how that feels. you could almost feel the sun on your skin, hear the voices of innocent laughter and running feet echo through the warmth of your home…

but this isn't a perfect world.

in this world, you just happen to be staring at the face-down pregnancy test on the counter. you are bent over on the sink, elbows planted on the counter, and you let your chin hit your chest. breathing is an impossible task.

it’s cold, dull as the worst of knives.

october 31st. you were supposed to be getting ready for the impromptu Halloween party everyone just decided to throw. but once again, since this is far, far away from the world you wish you lived in, you're right here, in one of jujutsu tech's bathrooms with a ticking time bomb within a hand's reach.

"it's probably nothing," shoko puffs out the smoke in her lungs one last time before stomping on her cigarette. "you said you always use protection. I don't think either of you would joke around about something like this."

"my period is four fucking weeks late." you mutter out, yanking on your hair in frustration. "a whole month. this never happened before."

you've been trying to ignore it for weeks, convincing yourself it's just the stress of everything that's going on; it happened before. a couple of weeks and you'd wake up to your uterus being angry at you again, but your breasts grow sorer. you grow cranky and angry and emotional, but you discarded this as another symptom of stress.

four weeks is a little too long.

shoko is quite worried herself, but she can't join your little panic attack. she's the only one you decided to trust with this, and as nonchalant as she usually is, seeing you in such a situation stirred something inside her.

even more so when she has just received a text that summons all hands on deck in shibuya. a text she's sure you're yet to see. a text she shouldn't be showing you until this situation is handled first.

"let's just see it," she steps forwards, a hand on your back for comfort. "whatever the result is."

"i can't have a fucking baby right now."

shoko's hand raises to your nape, giving you a comforting squeeze. she bends down to your level. you look at her.

"we can always get rid of it."

something twists in your chest at the thought, but it seems that this could be the only possible solution for such a situation. you can even do it without telling satoru, since he's been quite busy recently. this would only burden him even more.

"yeah," you nod, looking back down at the sink again. the thought is still running in your brain as you straighten up. you run a hand down your face, shaking your head as if to shake away the anxiety, and you finally reach for the test.

shoko watches as you pause. your chest heaves as you attempt to take deeper breaths, and before she can blink one more time, the test is in your hands.

the bathroom door opens, grabbing only shoko's attention.

"apologies, ladies," nanami's deep voice seems to echo in the breathless bathroom. "we need to go." he takes a step in hesitantly, gaze switching from shoko to your stiff frame. "something is happening in shibuya."

his words fail to be registered by your brain for a while. it takes you all your might to keep standing.

"fuck," you let out breathily.

shoko reaches for the stick in your hand, her stomach twisting at the little + sign on display.

she sighs. "fuck."

"what the hell is going on?" nanami advances towards you two, unable to locate the source of stress in the bathroom until shoko turns around, test in hand.

he stops in his tracks.

"i'm pregnant."

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more?

[stxrysnow]

happy, happy birthday my lovely flower boy.

[maerynarts]

besties that slay together stay together (real) (not fake)

[waywardspicy]

just two best friends.. no yearning here officer I promise……

[ashleyloveswriting]

BEAR IT; understanding (pt2)

𓆩❤︎𓆪 feat. satoru gojo, nanami kento, takuma ino

𓆩❤︎𓆪 sypnopsis; it’s been four years since you’ve given birth to your child, and four since you’ve seen satoru. now you’re seeing him again, and now he’s married?

𓆩❤︎𓆪 contains; ANGST, eating, unfaithful gojo, caught, nanami cameo, cursing, kissing, cheating, drunk, mentions of alcoholic drinks

𓆩❤︎𓆪

there was no doubt, gojo satoru, the father of your child was now married.

but as much as seeing the marriage band hurt, you had other things to get to the bottom of. he sits still for a moment, just looking down at your phone in a daze. you shake his shoulder in an attempt to bring him back to reality. you understand his behaviour, and why he’s so.. shocked? is that what he is? you did just lay all this information on him. this all happened all so fast. what you don’t get is if it wasn’t him texting you then who was it?

your eyes search the kids playground to find ren. you call him over to come sit in your lap. while doing so satoru is seemingly coming back to his senses. the little white-haired boy is running back to his mommy. he’s sat at the park bench watching as the little boy climbs into your lap.

he examines the boy, who seems to be no older than five. it was uncanny how he looked exactly like satoru. his genes must’ve been strong. he couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to, this was definitely his child.

“so um, it’s been a while,” he says to you, too afraid to address the child in your lap, clearly his. “how.. how have you been?” he asks, staring strictly at you. it kind of pissed you off, ignoring ren like he wasn’t even there.

you’re silent for a minute, pondering an appropriate response. trying to keep all your questions at bay. you don’t know to feel honestly. you want to hate him for not being there. but he never knew? he even showed you his number to prove it. he’s had the same number since before he met you.

only when you feel ren moving in your lap do you realize that you’ve dissociated. “yea um.. it has been a while hasn’t it,” cradling ren closer. “i’ve been good though i guess,” you finish.

he nods and clears his throat ”i… uh… ’m sorry for… not being here sooner. i never knew you got pregnant…” his voice trails off. “yea hah, well i know that now.” you say, gaze meeting the ground. “i.. i needed ..” you pause for a second.

“i needed you satoru, i really needed someone there for me, and i did have someone there for me. a great friend.” you say, raising your eyes back up to look at him.

his blank expression was quickly replaced with one of concern. “needed me? oh… oh, you don’t mean…” he was struggling to find the right words, but it was obvious what he meant. he scoots over closer to you. looking everywhere but your eyes. not having the courage suddenly.

“i didn’t mean to abandon you.. or leave you stranded.” he says. “well you didn’t know.. so you can't really say it was abandonment,” you say awkwardly. he nods his head, taking a deep breath. “you can talk to him you know? he’s right here.” you say, annoyance now clear in your tone.

he lets out a chuckle under his breath. “i guess you’re right. haha…” he laughs dryly. he looks down at the kid in your lap. “uh… right…so, uhm… what’s your name? ren? right?” he asks, he knows the answer but is just trying to start small talk with the little boy. “my name is wen,” your son says.

gojo smiles warmly at the little boy. “that’s a nice name, ren.” he thinks for a moment. “well ren, can you do me a favour?” your son enthusiastically nods his head.

gojo pauses for a second and puts on a smile. “can you.. can you call me ‘dad,’” he asks, his smile seems pained now and desperation flashes on his face.

you’re taken aback a bit, shocked by his request and so is ren. ren looks up at you for approval and you give him a nod. “dad?” ren says, more of a question than a statement.

it’s an awkward moment, but ren isn’t aware of the tension. he’s unaware of the history between you and his father. or rather the lack of.

but he’s a smart boy and is very much aware of gojo being his father. and his situation with his father. you’ve made it an important point ever since he was born.

he smiles, putting his hand out for ren to shake. “it’s nice to meet you, ren. i’m… i’m really glad to be back in your life, and i promise you i’ll be a great dad from now on.” he chuckles to himself. "a very late* great father, that is..."

you take note of his words. unsure if they’re sincere or not. and why did they feel directed towards you? he’ll be a great father from now on? meaning he was planning to stay? bringing you to your next question. you look down at his hand and what you know is a wedding band. “you’re married?” while he fixes to answer your question you pull a pair of headphones for ren and put on youtube for him, this conversation isn’t for his ears.

he looks at his finger and the simple gold band he wears. then back to you. “yeah… yeah I am." he sighs, his thumb starts to play with the ring, rolling it on his finger. “i.. i can explain." he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “what is there to explain satoru? it’s not like we were ever a thing. hell, we barely even know each other.” you say, not wanting to hear about his marriage.

he acknowledges that and still explains himself.

“we got married early last year. we met through a friend of mine, suguru. i think you know him.” you nod. “and we started dating after you.. and we uh got married last year. it’s still fresh..” he says, trying to lay it all on you softly. he sighs, “i love my wife a lot, but.. i’d be lying if i said i never thought about you over the years, i don’t know why but i was hurt when i didn’t hear from you afterwards”

“that night was the best i had in the longest, it was.. passionate. it was what i needed back then,” he stops. you look at him with sorrow in your eyes, you felt hurt for some reason. “does your wife know about.. this? did you tell her you were coming here?”

he looks at you carefully, trying to choose his next words correctly. “no, i didn’t. it didn’t come up. she’s been staying at her parents for the weekend.. we’ve been having-“ he stops himself.

“and hell barely knew what i was getting myself into when i was coming here. i didn’t know what to tell her or what to even think.” he finishes by sighing and lowering his head. “ but i’m sorry, i should’ve told her.”

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gojo comes into work albeit a little late. to be greeted by nanami. “gojo you know takuma ino right?” nanami asks. gojo nods, “yea he’s that uh one kid who’s always on about his girlfriend, mai? her name was.” gojo says, unaware abs curious about what takuma had to do with him.

“yea well.. takumas girlfriend has someone who wants to discuss something with you. something about a woman at a bar three years ago, and a baby.” gojo looks at kento in confusion. a girl? at a bar? a baby? three years… wait. “did he give you a name?” gojo asks. nanami shakes his head no and gives gojo a number written on a scrap of paper. “call him, that’s takumas’ number.” with that nanami goes back to filling out his paper.

-

“gojo, i do not want to be the one to cause a wedge in between your marriage,” you say firmly. he nods, he understands where you’re coming from. “but you won’t be!” he says very clearly and confidently. “my wife has been nothing but amazing and understanding towards me in every aspect,” he brags. “a marriage isn’t going to be broken up over something that’s been over and done for years.” ouch.

“i can't just go home and go to sleep and this problem will be gone, im not going to forget about ren.” he says, looking down at his son. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to break her heart, id never hurt her for someone else.”

he waits for some sort of response, even just a small nod to signify you understand. “i know it’s going to take a long time for you to trust and fully believe me, but.. i hope you know i’m.. fulfilled to be here right now. i just hope i’m not making things harder for you in any way.” he says, a hint of sadness in his voice.

you’re speechless. you spent these past four years thinking he wants nothing to do with you, and now he’s married and a changed man? his wife must be a hell of a woman. “satoru, im not sure how to feel,” you say, with dejection in your eyes. he is making things harder.

“and you’re not making things harder, it was just a one-night stand after all, right?” you ask, not even believing your own words. just trying to pick his brain on the subject. he smiles, “you’re right, it was just a one-night stand, but because of our carelessness.. we have a child now. ‘nd we have to own up to that. regardless of how bad we don’t want to.”

“and it’s uh starting to get dark, we should head back to my place.” he finishes. you look at him with confusion. “you’re place? what about your wife?” you ask. “she’s not home, i told you she’s been at her parents place. just follow me back to my place with your car, and you two stay for dinner.”

-

you get back to satorus house and put ren down on the couch. the long car ride had tired him out. you and gojo go to his kitchen and he pulls out a pack of steak for you two. accompanied by a pre made caesar salad.

he prepares it and y’all eat the food, after you finish our meals, paired with some red wine, you start to converse.

“thanks for the um.. food and drinks, i feel special,” you jokingly say. “you are special,” he replied, obviously without thinking. it just came out. he now looks embarrassed, but somehow pleased. you stare at him with a strange look. “satoru, i think you had too much wine.”

he chuckles nervously, “no.. no, i’m fine.” he rubs the back of his head. “i don’t know what’s gotten into me,” but he still smiles at you. “youre probably tipsy after all that wine,” you reply, now forking your salad awkwardly. his stool is suddenly closer to yours than before. and he’s looking at you with seductive lidded eyes.

he pulls you in gently and he looks into your eyes. “yea, maybe i am,” he smiles at you, “but you know what? screw it.”

he leans in for the kiss. it feels like you're a teenage couple, both too scared to admit your feelings for one another. but do you even still have feelings for him? after all this time? the kiss catches you completely off guard. causing you to need to hold on to his kitchen island for stability. “mmm..mm,” you groan through the kiss, showing your surprise.

he takes this as an invitation and starts down at your neck. he pulls away and holds your face by the back of your neck. his thumb lovingly rubbing your cheek. a sly look appears on his face. “i’m going to be a great husband, and i’m going to be a great dad to ren while doing so.”

if only he knew how much confusion and hurt his actions brought. the situation still hurt, even after all of this. what even was this? you were so confused. everything seems to be happening so fast.

you pull away from his touch and remind him he has a wife. does he normally cheat when he gets drunk? too caught in the moment you both fail to hear the clack of heels against the wood floor. your faces just inches apart

“what the fuck is going on here?” a female voice yells. gojo looks up, and a shocked expression is now on his face. “maya? what are you doing back so soon?” he questions.

it’s.. it’s satorus wife.

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a/n: satorus wife walked in on you?? what’s up with geto?? when will he be confronted?? how will gojos wife react?? find out august 17th. 🫣 and gojo has been too nice lately.. let’s change that

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Satoru is a long boi!!!

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dexter absence? NOT ON MY WATCH!!!! btw it's my birthday today!!!! yippee!!!!

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A Lifetime | Confessions pt 1

feat: nanami kento x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: yu’s birthday is celebrated with those who have been closest to him. what you didn’t expect was an after party

cw: cussing, make out sesh, unholy handholding

a/n: i’m sorry for the short chapter everyone! i didn’t realize how short it actually was but i wanted it to end on a happy note before we get into the fun

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3 months had passed since you and Satoru visited the cafe. Satoru would regularly go with you to visit Kento. He would be there when you needed his shoulder to cry on and to keep you company. There were more times where the two of you would have a picnic while visiting and you would bring Kento’s favorite food so that he wouldn’t feel left out.

One thing that drove Satoru wild was when you found out about his sweet tooth, you would occasionally greet him with a new treat. Knowing that you always made something solely for him caused Satoru to fall for you over and over again.

Your son was always ecstatic to see Satoru and Yuji, moreso Satoru since he was more on the same wavelength as your 6 year old son compared to Yuji, who would offer to help cook meals and clean up with you. It was amusing to see the difference in personality between the oldest and youngest guests that frequented your home.

Tonight in particular was in celebration for your son’s birthday, so you and and your mother were cooking him dinner while Satoru and Yuji kept Yu busy by telling him stories of his missions.

Your son admired Satoru and Yuji, almost as much as he admired his own father. There were times where you could swear the two of them brought out the innocence and wonder a child has before he goes back to his natural personality that resembled his father as if he was trying to hide acting like his own age.

You were grateful that both Satoru and Yuji were there to help fill part of the void Kento left, but there were nights where Yu would still cry himself to sleep because of how much he missed his father and it broke your heart because you know your child was suffering and there was only so much you could do.

Today was one of those days. This wasn’t the first birthday without Kento, but even though the years have gone by, it doesn’t get any easier for Yu as he was still young and he missed his father greatly. While Yuji and Satoru filled a role in his life, they would never replace the missing presence of his father.

“Have they contacted Yu at all?” Your mother asked, standing next to you while you were decorating the cake. You were making your son’s favorite cake: genoise sponge cake with strawberries and chocolate shavings.

You know who your mother was talking about; Kento’s parents. “No. They haven’t called or seen him at all.”

After Kento’s death, it was hard for them to accept it and in the end, you and your son were put to blame because he would have continued with his corporate job if you didn’t encourage him and he didn’t have a son to feed. Or if you had just gone back to taking missions instead of accepting the role of a stay at home mother.

You didn’t know where it came from because at the memorial service, you felt that they would be there for if not you, then your and Kento’s son at least. But they rejected him.

It pissed you off to no end. Your son was completely innocent throughout all of this and for his other grandparents to reject him solely based on their own grief hurt you. Of course you didn’t tell him the real reason why they stopped coming around, just that they moved away because staying in Tokyo was too painful for them.

The only reason you even knew about it was because you had called them last year to schedule a visit since it had been 2 years since Yu had seen his grandparents and you were told that the two of you were no longer family. Kento’s mother spat vicious venom at you, blaming the two of you for their loss as if you didn’t lose Kento as well.

To make matters worse, they even threatened to take Yu from you immediately after telling you he was no longer family. They were determined that you would kill their only grandson. But they didn’t expect you to stand your ground and fight them. One of the reasons Kento fell in love with you was because you were forthright when it came to matters that you deeply cared for. As soon as you were threatened with your own child, that was when you put your foot down, causing them to fall back on their threat.

A sigh escaped from your mother, snapping you back to the present.

“How can two people reject an innocent child?” She muttered to you and herself.

“I don’t even know, mom.” You responded. “But it’s their loss because they don’t see the person he’s grown up to be and will grow up to be. Besides,” you looked over at your shoulder to see Yu, Yuji and Satoru playing Mario Kart together that Yu received as a present. Yuji had let out a yell as Satoru successfully used a bomb on him in order to let Yu race to 1st, laughing loudly. The scenery made you smile.

“Everyone who loves him is here where they should be.”

After a few more rounds of Mario Kart, it was time for cake. As Yu made his way to the table with Yuji and Satoru at tow, you noticed the plastic crown on his head, which slid off as soon as he got onto the chair. Thankfully, you easily caught it and put it back on the top of his head.

“Where did you get this, my birthday boy? At school?” You asked, kissing his cheek.

“Uncle Gojo got it for me!” He answered happily. “He said all birthday boys and girls need it.”

You looked at Satoru and smiled at him before looking back at your son.

“Did you make sure to thank him?” You asked, which Yu nodded.

Yuji turned down the lights as your mother came in from the kitchen as you all sang happy birthday. You hugged your son while you sang to him and he kissed your cheek, patiently waiting until the singing was complete before he could blow out the candles.

Once they were all successfully blown, you noticed they immediately lit up again, causing Yu to blow them out once more. Again and again they lit up and the marvel that shone in his eyes was enough to make you laugh.

“Is this magic?!” He yelled, which caused the others to laugh.

“It’s a type of candle that lights back up when you blow it out. It’s meant to be a joke to trick the person they were bought for. I bought them.” Yuji explained, grinning.

Blowing them out once again, the candles began to spark as if they were coming back to life once again before they ceased all action. Turning the lights back on, you picked the candles off the cake before setting them aside.

The rest of the night passed quickly and both Yuji and your mom went home shortly before Yu had to prepare for bed.

Satoru stood next to you in the kitchen helping you clean with you washing the dishes and him rinsing and drying them.

“You know you didn’t have to help, right?” You said.

Satoru chuckled as he put the plate into the cabinet. He’d been over enough to know where everything went.

“I’m well aware I don’t, but I want to.” He responded, reaching for the next plate you were handing him to rinse and dry.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the running of your now 6 year old.

“I’m done mommy!” He yelled, passing by the kitchen and running into his room with you and Satoru watching.

The two of you looked at each other and giggled before you washed your hands to read Yu a bedtime story.

“I’ll be right back. We have a 2 chapter maximum.” You said as you left the kitchen and headed towards your son’s room.

Satoru wondered what you were reading to Yu, but then he remembered that Kento spent his time reading. Not to mention he was 6 and probably grew out of children's books so you had to read one more age appropriate. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned his attention back to the dishes so that you wouldn’t have to worry about finishing them.

An hour later, you quietly exited Yu’s room, leaving the door open a crack in case he needed you. As your son was falling asleep, he began to cry for his father and it broke your heart in two. You had to hold back your own tears while you gently stroked your fingers through your son’s blonde hair.

Watching his sleeping form, the tears that you tried so hard to prevent from forming fell down your cheeks. You placed a hand over your mouth to prevent sounds from coming out as you cried over the heartbreak of Yu.

Turning around, you didn’t expect to see Satoru cleaning up the living room. You jumped in shock since you figured he would have gone home. Instead, he stayed to clean up and the fact that he wanted to help made your chest tighten.

Dropping everything in his hand, Satoru rushed over to you and gently placed his hands on the sides of your face, worry evident in his expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

Somehow, that simple action caused your tears to begin flooding down your face before you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

Satoru froze for a millisecond before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. He didn’t know what happened, but he was here for you and he wasn’t going to let go until you calmed. If he had it his way, he’d never let you go.

Hoping you couldn’t hear how his chest pounded, Satoru laid his cheek on the top of your head.

“Tell me what happened.” He soothed, gently rocking you back and forth in a calming manner.

Clutching onto his shirt, you sniffled.

“He misses Kento so much and it hurts. No matter how long he’s been gone, Yu cries for his father. And it just breaks my heart so much.” You said, your voice going an octave higher at the last sentence as you tried to hold back your sobs.

Satoru rubbed your back, staying quiet. You didn’t need a conversation or to be told everything would be ok — you needed someone to be there.

In the quiet of the night, the only noises were your sniffles before you calmed down. Yet you didn’t let go of Satoru.

You don’t know when it happened, but he became a source of comfort for you and just being near him brought you that calmness.

Even when you calmed down, Satoru didn’t let go of you, continually rubbing your back with his large hand, cheek on your head. He wasn’t going to say anything until you were ready. He would never push you to talk.

Pulling your head away from his chest, you looked directly at Satoru, who gazed into your eyes with a gentleness behind them.

You don’t know why you did it, but you leaned in, standing on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing your lips onto his. You could feel him jolt in surprise, not making any moves before his grip around you tightened and the hand that was rubbing your back rested against the back of your head as he leaned into the kiss.

Lips molding together perfectly as if you were made for each other, Satoru tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip for access, which you granted.

Tongues pressing against each other, you felt Satoru lean down with you before his hands were placed on the back of your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist shortly after. The sudden action caused you to moan.

Satoru walked backwards to your couch, masterfully maneuvering around other furniture as if he had the entire layout memorized. Sitting down with you on top of him straddling his lap, the hand on your back gently traced down before stopping above your ass, careful to not do any unwanted touches before his hand found its place on your hip, gently squeezing and rubbing circles with his thumb.

Breaking away from your lips, Satoru left kisses along your jaw before trailing down your neck and nipping at your collarbone, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips.

Satisfied with your reaction, Satoru left another nip on the other side before pressing a light kiss to it. Trailing his tongue up your neck, he kissed and nipped at your jaw.

“Mmm…Kento-ah!” You moaned before both of you froze.

You brought yourself back down to reality and pushed yourself away from Satoru, standing next to the touch with your back turned.

“(Y/N) I-“ Satoru began.

“I think it’s best if you leave.” You interrupted, not wanting to have a conversation.

Silence enveloped the room once more before you heard a silent ‘ok’. Shuffling sounded and you waited for the footsteps to fade away and the sound of the front door open and close before you dropped to the ground.

What possessed you to do such a thing? Even after you told yourself that you would never move on from Kento, you ended up making out with your friend.

And poor Satoru, you thought, you gave him the wrong signal during a low time and he ended up going along with it. You were the lowest of the low, using a good friend to fill the gap in your loneliness.

You walked to your room, shutting the door behind you before you sat down and cried with your hands covering your face.

You felt like you betrayed your husband. It sounds silly because he’s been dead for 3 years, but in your heart of hearts it felt like betrayal to you.

The next day after taking Yu to school, you decided to visit Kento on an off day in hopes you could get some clarity.

Walking up the hill, you see a mop of white hair standing in front of your husband’s grave, his hands in his pockets looking down at Kento’s grave sorrowfully.

Sensing you were there, Satoru looked at you, seemingly shocked to see you as you were him; which was understandable since you visited on specific days every week.

You turned your head away, choosing to not look at Satoru. Even while he was wearing his blindfold, you could feel his eyes boring into your skull. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you opted to come back tomorrow instead.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to spend time with Kento.” You turned and began to descend the hill until you felt Satoru’s hand gently wrap around yours.

“(Y/N) wait!” He called out. “Please listen to what I have to say and I promise I’ll leave.”

Without looking back at him out of pure embarrassment, you made no further move to leave. Your fingers wrapped around his to indicate that he could continue.

Satoru looked down and pursed his lips. He fucked up. Royally so. But he still tried so hard to fight his feelings for you until you were ready.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He had to tell you.

“I’m sorry.” He began. “It was selfish and stupid of me to take advantage of you when you were grieving. But I can’t deny holding back my feelings for you anymore.”

Threading his fingers in between yours, he gulped — nervous to tell you in fear of losing you forever.

“I love you (Y/N).”

You were shocked at the sudden confession and turned to look at Satoru, who still was looking down at the ground.

“Satoru, I-“ You began.

“I don’t think I can pretend that I can wait anymore until you’re ready to move on. I know that you don’t feel like you ever will, but we never know what the future holds.”

Slipping his fingers from his free hand onto his blindfold, pulling it down his face as he lifts his head to look at you. You stilled at the look in his eyes; so full of resolve and love as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“If you’ll allow me to, I would like to keep loving you. And if the time comes where you’re ready to move on, please give me the chance to show you that I can make you happy.”

The combination of the determination and the confession itself caused your heart to skip a beat. You felt your cheeks begin to heat as if you felt his love in your own body. You couldn’t take your eyes away from his shining blue eyes, staring straight at you.

“Satoru, I. I don’t know.” Your breathing picked up the pace. You felt as if you were panicking. “You didn’t take advantage of me but I took advantage of you. I was comforted by the never ending kindness you’ve shown me and I…” Tears began to form as you spoke. “I’m a horrible person, Satoru. I shouldn’t have used you in that way to comfort my own feelings. And to even say his name instead.”

Satoru immediately stepped to you, letting go of your hand in order to place both hands on your cheeks. Wiping away the stray tears that fell, he gently shushed you.

“It’s understandable. You haven’t been with anyone after him. Your feelings haven’t strayed from him.”

You shook your head. “Of course I love him. He’s my husband but I…I feel something for you Satoru. And it feels wrong, like I shouldn’t be feeling anything except for what I feel for Kento.”

Satoru jolted for a split second before pressing his forehead against yours.

“(Y/N). It’s ok, don’t force yourself to feel anything for me, even if it’s the tiniest. I’m willing to wait for you no matter how long it takes. I won’t ask you to stop feeling your love for him because I don’t want you to.

It just shows me that when you love, your love is so strong that it transcends anything; even death.”

You closed your eyes as your tears continued to spill.

“Thank you Satoru. For everything. I don’t want to lose you though, even as a friend.” You cried.

“You won’t. Ever. Even if you’ll never feel anything for me, I won’t ever stop being your friend. You’re too important to me.” He responded, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“You’re important to me too, Satoru. You and Yuji are such great influences for Yu and he loves you so much. I’d hate for him to lose you. I don’t want to lose you either.”

“You won’t. Neither one of you will. I promise.”

You nodded and looked up at Satoru. His crystal blue eyes never once stopped looking at you and it was as if after his confession you could clearly see the love resembled in them. How could you ever ask anyone to keep their feelings to themselves? You understood why he confessed and it would be wrong of you to pretend he never had.

The relationship between you was forever changed whether you liked it or not. But it was a change you were happy to welcome. Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but eventually.

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His days began to feel repetitive, same thing over and over while the same thoughts plagued his mind and shook him to his very core. It kept him awake at night, Riko's death, playing in his mind over and over and over. She should have had a normal life. She should have been able to be a teenager. Bullet exits the chamber, the Plasma Star Vessel's life essence spills out onto his feet.

Suguru stopped leaving his apartment a couple days ago. His phone, which isn't even charged, probably has a slew of missed calls that he doesn't have the heart to answer. It doesn't matter. None of this matters. Why should I care if I work myself to the point of bleeding and nothing changes? It lays forgotten on his floor. It won't be charged today, or tomorrow. Or the day after. Maybe the next day.

He doesn't feel like eating. He needs to. His go - to drink is matcha, carefully prepared and made boiling hot with no sweetener in sight. He likes the way it scalds his tongue. He feels something this way. He moves to scarf down his cheap microwave noodles, a strange comparison with the quality of his drink, but he doesn't able to. There's a knock on the door before he can add water from his kettle.

It's Satoru. He knows it before he even opens the door. Suguru is of half a mind to ignore it, but he knows his friend. His best friend. He won't go away, he'll just walk in. Almost dejectedly, he sets down the ramen cup and shuffles over to the door, hair hanging over his shoulders, head turned down, hands in the pockets of his pants.

“ Yes, Satoru? ” His given name rolls so smoothly from his tongue, as if he were the only person to ever say it. He weakly grasps his doorframe, plum - colored eyes more dull than usual, even with the sun shining on them. It's then he realizes he hasn't felt the sun in days — the curtains are drawn, a single lamp offering the light he's been using. It must be a pathetic sight indeed. “ I'm trying to clear my head. I'll be around later, I promise. ”

@reikugan : It makes me feel better to know where your head is at.

He stares at him blankly, catching flecks of blue that are able to shine through the round lenses he tends to wear. Satoru wouldn't budge, he knew it. He knew him far too well. He lets out a sigh, stepping aside and allowing his friend to enter, if he wished. “ Fine. But I'm going to eat first. ” He doesn't have the heart to tell him the last time he ate.

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