#gojo is hot

[levi-4uckerman]

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader // like ghosts in the snow // chapter five pt II

╰┈➤ what goes up, or whatever they say..｡.:*♡

: ̗̀➛ Words: 5.0k : ̗̀➛ TW: pregnancy tests and lots of mentions, nausea/possible emetophobia triggers, light angst, jealousy, breakups

⇘ previous chapter⇙ •┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈• ⇘  story timeline ⇙

⌦ Tokyo, Japan | March, 2015..｡.:*♡

Days, weeks, a month passed by in a blur. Council meetings, calls from the higher ups interrupting your workday, stifled moans behind closed doors as strong hands gripped and pulled at you desperately. Your life was certainly interesting, and the rhythm you’d fallen into with Satoru was a confusing addition. It felt like the sweetest poison. It coated your tongue and throat with nectar, but left behind a trail of dread as it traveled down to your stomach.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⌦ Tokyo, Japan | April, 2015..｡.:*♡

Two months now-- gone. Exhaustion clung to you like a second skin, dragging your every step as you crossed the empty corridors of Jujutsu High. The echo of your boots barely registered, your mind clouded with overlapping thoughts and tension. You had been summoned for a meeting this morning, one that you positively could not miss, or so an advisor had assured you.

Your stomach churned—a queasiness gnawing at your gut. Skipped meals and sleepless nights, you told yourself. You couldn’t keep anything down lately, pushing yourself harder than usual, chasing fragments of cursed energy and twisting whispers of fate into something coherent for those who demanded answers.

Headaches had plagued you for weeks now, blooming into a relentless pressure behind your eyes. It swelled alongside your technique, sometimes so intense you feared that you may faint.

The signs were becoming harder to dismiss. The nausea, the overwhelming fatigue, the strange taste in your mouth that never seemed to fade... Something deeper was wrong. Something you couldn’t yet name.

Around you, Council members discussed their favorite topic of the week: what are the three big clans up to? It had been on their minds, especially with the youngest Zenin and Kamo sorcerers beginning their terms at Jujutsu High within the coming years. You tried to focus, to latch onto their words, but your mind kept drifting, the strange heaviness in your body pulling you inward. Closing you off.

You caught snippets— mentions of alliances, lingering disputes, family squabbles— nothing concrete. It wasn’t until the tail end of one of the many voices sounding off that their words pierced through your haze.

“…And with the Gojo clan’s recent announcement of Satoru’s engagement, we can likely assume that new heirs will follow…”

Your breath caught and you struggled not to choke on your own saliva. The world around you sharpened into painful clarity. The councilman’s words echoed in your mind, sharp and cutting, as though the speaker had driven them straight into your chest and impaled you with them. Engagement. Satoru’s engagement.

You blinked rapidly, your pulse thundering in your ears as the room seemed to tilt around you. For a moment, you were sure that you’d misheard. But the murmurs of agreement around the chamber confirmed your fears— the Gojo clan sought to secure its future through its most powerful member. Satoru Gojo was getting married.

And he hadn’t told you.

The nausea twisted violently in your stomach, and you weren’t sure if it was from the strain of your body or the sudden weight of the news you now carried. Your grip tightened on the folder in your hands, your knuckles white as you fought to keep your expression neutral.

Someone else was speaking now, their voice low and clipped, discussing the implications for the balance of power. You couldn’t make out the details. All you could hear was the echo of those two words. Engagement. Satoru’s engagement.

“…Myoji?”

A voice, louder than the rest, cut through the fog of your mind and pulled your attention back to the room. All eyes were on you now, the Council members staring expectantly. You blinked, your mouth dry as you scrambled to remember what had been asked of you, to piece together the threads of conversation that you hadn’t really been listening to.

“The implications,” the voice clarified, impatient as ever. “What do you see?”

“Oh, yes,” you started, your voice soft but gaining strength. “I see… the balance of power continuing to shift. Slowly. Deliberately. But not without conflict.”

Your response was vague at best—you knew that. The Council seemed to pity you, however, quickly moving on around you. Please let this end soon, you prayed, letting out a slow breath and trying to pull yourself together.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The meeting adjourned with its usual drone of formalities and farewells. You barely registered the words, your feet moving on autopilot as you stepped into the hallway. The cool air did nothing to ease the grueling sickness in your stomach.

“Satoru’s engagement… new heirs will follow…” The phrase looped relentlessly in your mind, digging in like a splinter. You gripped the wall for balance, shallow gasps breaking through the haze of panic rising in your chest.

Would he? The unbidden thought sent bile surging up your throat. Unsteady steps carried you to the restroom, where you barely made it to the sink before gagging, your body trembling as it emptied what little you had in your stomach.

The sound echoed in the small space, mingling with the hum of overhead lights. Cold water splashed on your face, but it couldn’t wash away the pale, haunted reflection staring back at you in the mirror. Your hands trembled against the porcelain, knuckles white as questions swirled in your mind.

Why didn’t I see this? You were the Oracle, prized for your ability to see the future, yet this had slipped past you. The trust you’d placed in Satoru stung now. Despite your defenses, he always had a way of making you feel… safe.

The thought of him tightened your chest painfully, his piercing blue eyes and infuriating grin filling your mind. Had he known? The possibility gnawed at you.

A sharp knock jolted you from your thoughts. "Myoji-san?" A hesitant voice—one of the first years. "Are you all right?"

You straightened, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I’m fine," you managed, voice steadier than you expected. "I’ll be out in a moment."

The footsteps faded, and you exhaled shakily, loosening your grip on the sink. Falling apart here wasn’t an option. But the weight of the meeting, of Satoru’s name tied to someone else’s future, pressed down on you like a vice.

Why didn’t he tell me?

You pressed your lips together. Whatever the answer, you’d find out soon enough. Satoru Gojo owed you that much.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Looking back, you’d ignored the signs. Things with Satoru had shifted—less caution, more reckless. The pull between you had grown stronger, impossible to resist. When you were together, nothing else mattered.

You’d convinced yourself it was fine. Your technique had always been your safety net, guiding you through every risk. But this time, there was nothing—no whispers, no warnings. Just… silence.

You took that silence as a reprieve, a break from the weight of constant consequences. You never imagined it meant you were walking into a storm unprepared.

But now, with your churning stomach and the ache of exhaustion pulling at you, you couldn’t help but wonder if your technique hadn’t been silent after all—if it had simply allowed you to make your choice, to walk the path it already knew you’d take.

The thought lingered in the back of your mind as you carried on with your day, feeling as if your body were made of lead. Every step felt heavier, every word spoken to you sounded distant, muffled by the storm raging quietly inside you. You told yourself to push it down, to bury it for now. You had responsibilities. The Council. The students. There was no time to dwell on what might be.

“Satoru. Engagement. New heirs.”

And yet, you should have known the day wouldn’t let you avoid him. Fate had always been cruel like that.

The moment you turned the corner, your heart sank. There he was, strolling down the hallway with his usual careless ease, his white hair catching the light with every step. He was mid-conversation with Ijichi, but the moment his eyes landed on you, he stopped, his grin widening as if he’d been waiting all day for this moment.

“Shi-chan!” Satoru called out, waving like the sight of you could brighten his entire day.

You froze. Your breath caught in your throat, and there was no escape. Not here, not with him staring at you with that infuriating mix of teasing and warmth that you hated how much you missed.

Fate had always been cruel. And now, locking eyes with him, you realized how cruel it could be.

He waved Ijichi off with a casual flick of his hand and closed the distance between you in long, unhurried strides. Your posture stiffened, and you knew he’d notice. Could he see the tension in your shoulders? The faint tremble in your hands?

More than that, could he sense it? Your cursed energy was frayed, spilling through the cracks of your composure like sand. You knew he could read it as easily as the air around him. Would he say anything? Would he press?

“Satoru,” you said, forcing the word out, your mouth dry and voice rough. Another wave of nausea rolled through you, and you fought a grimace. You swallowed it down, keeping your eyes locked on him as he stopped in front of you.

He tilted his head, his grin maddeningly casual. “Shi-chan,” he said, his voice warm, like nothing had changed. Like everything was fine.

But it wasn’t. You couldn’t muster a smile. For the first time, you felt like you didn’t know the man standing in front of you. Or maybe you never had.

You didn’t know the warmth in his grin, or the way his blue eyes sparked with quiet amusement, as intimately as you once believed. Or maybe you’d never really known him at all.

His eyes flicked over you, perceptive as always, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he waved a hand lazily in front of your face. “You okay there?” he teased lightly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Your nails bit into your palms as you fought to steady your voice. “I’m fine,” you replied, though the words felt hollow.

His grin faltered, just barely. For a moment, the silence between you felt unbearable, heavy with all the things you couldn’t say.

He didn’t call out your lie. He rarely did, knowing when you were hiding something but letting you keep it buried. Instead, he got straight to the point, bluntness softened by charm. “I’ve got a break in about an hour,” he said casually, as though he hadn’t just cornered you in a hallway.

“Satoru. Engagement. New heirs.”

“Maybe sooner, if something urgent comes up.” His eyes sparkled with a familiar playfulness, the kind that told you exactly what he had in mind. A lazy afternoon in his office, maybe, or a walk through the grounds where no one would bother you. He’d slip his arm around your waist, tug you closer, make you laugh the way he always did.

You’d have jumped at the opportunity any other day. Hell, you’d have jumped at it if he’d asked you three hours ago. But now, standing here, seeing him in front of you, hearing his voice… hurt.

It hurt in ways you hadn’t expected.

You realized then, with a clarity that took your breath away, that what the Council had let slip wasn’t something you were ever supposed to know. It was a secret. A carefully constructed, deliberate omission. One that Satoru had no intention of sharing with you.

And that hurt more than anything else.

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry, the sickness from earlier threatening to resurface. “I can’t,” you said, your voice quieter than you’d intended. You averted your eyes, fixing them on the wooden floor. “I’ve got too much on my plate today.”

Satoru tilted his head, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. “Really?” he asked, his tone light, but the teasing edge had softened. “Too much for me, huh?”

You nodded stiffly in confirmation. “Yeah. Too much for you.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating, until he finally stepped back with a lazy shrug. “All right, Shi-chan. Rain check?”

The smile he gave you didn’t reach his eyes. And for once, you didn’t feel guilty for letting it linger unanswered.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You went home early that day. You didn’t care if Satoru found out. You didn’t care if anyone found out. The nausea had become unbearable, your stomach twisting with every step as though your body was rebelling against the weight of your own thoughts. Your phone buzzed incessantly in your bag, executives firing off email after email demanding predictions, timelines, answers. You silenced it without a second glance.

It wasn’t like you to take sick leave, and you knew word would spread quickly—Myoji Shiori, the Council’s prized Oracle, walking out mid-shift.

Was it horrible that part of you wanted it to? That you wanted someone to see the cracks in your composure, to wonder if you’d been pushed too far?

Your first stop wasn’t home. It wasn’t the quiet solace of your favorite corner of the city. It was a shadowy little shop squeezed between a crumbling pachinko parlor and an izakaya with faded lanterns, far from the orderly streets surrounding the school. The sign overhead flickered erratically, half the kanji obscured by grime, and the dingy interior smelled faintly of mildew and old cardboard. The buzz of fluorescent lights overhead mixed with the muffled sounds of drunken laughter filtering in from the street outside, making the place feel both suffocating and strangely anonymous. It was exactly what you needed—somewhere no one would think to find you.

You weaved between rows of brightly colored labels and neatly stacked boxes. The section you were looking for wasn’t hard to find, tucked near the shelves of feminine hygiene products, as if hoping to go unnoticed. When you stopped in front of it, your chest tightened.

The shelves were lined with choices—digital, early detection, two-pack, five-pack, bold promises of “99% accuracy” printed in crisp Japanese characters. Your fingers hovered uncertainly before you finally reached out, plucking one box off the shelf. Then another. And another. Soon, your arms were full, trembling under the weight of flimsy cardboard packaging that somehow felt heavier than anything you’d ever carried.

Ten. You’d grabbed ten, your mind too clouded to think about whether that was too much or not enough. Each box seemed to scream at you with its branding, demanding answers you weren’t sure you were ready to face. The packaging looked familiar enough, even if the brands weren’t, but the uniform neatness of the display made the moment feel oddly clinical.

You glanced around, your gaze flicking to the nearby aisles. The store clerk at the counter was busy scanning a customer’s items, their attention elsewhere, but the thought of being seen still made your stomach twist. You dumped the tests into your basket in a rush, the motion awkward and frantic, as though speed might somehow make the moment less real. The weight of the basket in your hand felt impossibly heavy, each step toward the register adding to the tightness in your chest.

The automatic doors slid open with a hiss as you stepped out into the cool afternoon air. The neon lights from nearby signs flickered against the wet pavement, and the faint scent of rain lingered in the air. You clutched the bag tighter, letting the distant hum of traffic drown out your thoughts as you headed toward the nearest train station, the test burning in your pocket like a question you couldn’t ignore.

You’d taken a step. A tiny, terrifying step toward an answer. But the question loomed larger than ever: Did you even want to know?

When you tried to use your technique, it was like grasping at smoke.

Your chest tightened as you tried again and again, each fruitless attempt making your head spin faster, faster. The threads flickered before you, weaving in and out of sight, but each time you reached for them, they slipped away. They felt tangled, obscured, as if they were deliberately hiding from you.

You opened your eyes, your breath uneven. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was the fatigue that had been weighing you down for weeks now, stealing your focus and muddling your thoughts. Or maybe… maybe your technique wasn’t meant for this.

The thought hit you harder than you expected, a sharp pang of frustration and fear twisting in your chest. You’d relied on your clairvoyance for so long, trusted it to guide you, to protect you from mistakes. And now, when you needed it most, it was silent.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you reached your apartment, you bolted the door behind you. Your fingers moving on autopilot as you activated a barrier—a simple but effective wall of cursed energy that ensured no one, not even Satoru, could cross without your permission. It was obvious, he would see it from miles away, but at least he couldn’t sneak up on you.

You leaned back against the door, your chest rising and falling as you tried to steady your breathing. You couldn’t let him see you like this. Not yet. Not until you knew for sure.

The thin boxes rustled faintly in your bag, a reminder of the decision you’d made, the answers you needed.

Before you could confront him, before you could even think about it, you had to know. This wasn’t about him. Not yet.

This was about you. About the fragile, terrifying truth that might be waiting just beneath the surface.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You took all ten tests.

When the first one came back positive, you froze. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to blur. It wasn’t real—it couldn’t be real. Your shaking hands reached for another test, fumbling with the flimsy packaging as your pulse pounded in your ears. You told yourself it was a mistake, a fluke. The test was wrong. It had to be.

But the second one came back the same.

And the third.

By the fourth, your legs were weak, and you sank onto the cold bathroom floor, the edges of the tile pressing into your skin as you opened another box. Your hands trembled so badly that the cheap plastic nearly slipped through your shaking fingers, and you struggled to steady it, whispering under your breath, Please, no. Please, just let this one be negative.

The minutes stretched endlessly as you stared at the sink, where the first three sat like silent witnesses. The fourth joined them, its result stark and undeniable.

Positive. Always positive.

You kept going. Five. Six. Seven. Each one delivered the same verdict, and each time, your chest tightened a little more. By the eighth, tears blurred your vision, and you struggled to read the result through the haze.

You finally stopped at number ten, your hands falling limply to your sides as the final proof stared back at you. A jumble of pink and blue lines, tiny plastic windows blinking Pregnant, sat in a messy pile on the sink.

Your breath came in shallow, shaky gasps as you stared at them, your mind racing through an endless reel of questions you couldn’t answer. How had this happened? You’d been careful… No—you hadn’t. Not with him. Not with Satoru. Careful had never been part of what you shared with him.

Your head pounded as emotions swirled inside you, one crashing into the next before you could even name them. Disbelief, sharp and cold, settled first. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

But it was.

Dread came next, clawing its way up your throat, twisting your stomach into knots. This would change everything. Your life, your work, the fragile balance you’d fought so hard to maintain.

Then there was anger. At him, at yourself, at the universe for letting this happen. For taking something so complicated, so fragile, and making it even harder to hold together.

And beneath it all, buried deep, was something softer. Something you didn’t want to name but couldn’t ignore. Joy. It was faint, like the first light of morning, but it was there, warming the edges of your fear and leaving you breathless in its wake.

You pressed your hands against your knees, trying to steady the trembling in your body as you stared at the pile of tests. Ten. Ten confirmations of the truth you couldn’t escape.

You were pregnant.

And nothing in your life would ever be the same.

Your phone buzzed angrily in your pocket, the vibration slicing through the suffocating stillness of the bathroom like a knife. It startled you, dragging your focus away from the pile of pregnancy tests scattered on the sink—the undeniable, irrefutable truth staring back at you.

You fumbled for your phone, heart dropping as you glanced at the screen.

Satoru.

For a moment, you hesitated, frozen as his name glared at you, demanding your attention. Then, with trembling fingers, you hit decline, the sound of it cutting off abruptly.

You sagged back against the wall, your breaths shallow and uneven. But the relief was short-lived.

The phone buzzed again, his name lighting up the screen almost immediately. The audacity of it made your jaw clench. You declined again, but the vibrations resumed before you could even lower the phone. He wasn’t giving up. Of course, he wasn’t.

Your hands shook as you stared at the device, your thoughts spiraling. Why now? Did he sense something? Did he know? Or was this just another one of his perfectly-timed interruptions, the kind that always left you teetering on the edge of losing control?

You started to lower your guard when it vibrated again—a text this time.

Shi-chan, I’m outside.

Your breath hitched.

You opened the message, your thumb trembling as you read the next line:

Answer your phone, or I’m coming in. Barrier or not.

The weight of those words crashed over you, your chest tightening as you reread them. The threat wasn’t empty. You knew him well enough to understand that. If he was outside, he wouldn’t wait much longer.

Your fingers curled tightly around the phone, and for a moment, you debated letting him try. Let him destroy the barrier, let him walk into this mess you hadn’t asked for, let him see what you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

Five minutes, Shi-chan. Then I’m coming in. And I’d hate to piss off your neighbors.

You groaned, pressing the phone against your forehead as your legs threatened to give out beneath you. Of course, he wouldn’t leave it alone. Satoru Gojo didn’t leave anything alone.

You shoved the tests back into the bag, your hands shaking as you crammed the jumble of plastic sticks and cardboard boxes beneath the sink. The cabinet door banged shut with a hollow sound that seemed to echo in the cramped bathroom. You leaned against it for a moment, closing your eyes and drawing in a long, shuddering breath.

Keep it to yourself, you told yourself firmly. For now.

The weight of the decision settled uneasily on your chest, but you pushed it down. This thing—whatever it was—you couldn’t face it yet. And you couldn’t face him with it, either. Not now.

But something was becoming increasingly clear to you. “Satoru. Engagement. New heirs.”

Your hands found the edges of the sink as you pulled yourself to your feet. You dried your face on a hand towel, forcing your eyes up to meet your own reflection. They were still red, still puffy, but clear enough to hold resolve.

This thing we have together needs to stop.

The thought echoed louder than you’d expected, sharper this time. It wasn’t just about the Council or the rumors of his engagement. It wasn’t even about the weight of the tests hidden beneath the sink. It was about everything that had led to this moment—the tangled mess of your feelings for him and the undeniable truth that you were too far in, too vulnerable to keep going without breaking.

You pressed your hands flat against the counter, staring into your own tired eyes. You would confront him about the engagement. You’d ask him for answers, demand the truth. That would be enough to explain your sudden departure, the barrier you’d thrown up as soon as you got home, the tear tracks still drying on your face.

It had to be.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As you stepped out of the bathroom, your chest tightened. Doubt clawed up your spine, relentless and unforgiving.

When you faced Satoru, would he see it? Would those Six Eyes strip away the walls you’d built, revealing everything you were desperate to hide?

You’d read about it once, the abilities of his cursed technique. How it saw cursed energy at an atomic level, down to the finest thread. Could it see the thing growing inside of you? Could it see the blood pumping through its fragile, half-formed heart, the life you hadn’t yet come to terms with?

Your trembling hand gripped the doorknob. If he could see it, would he speak it aloud? Would he force the truth into the open before you were ready to hear it?

You drew in a shaky breath. The barrier dissolved with a flicker of cursed energy, and the air grew heavier, dense with his presence.

When the door opened, he was there. No smirk, no teasing glint in his eye. His expression was sharp, serious, and the way his gaze searched yours made your chest ache.

You froze, hand clutching the doorknob, as his cursed energy brushed over you—steady, deliberate, stripped of its usual chaotic edge. For once, he didn’t try to charm his way past your defenses.

"We need to stop." The words tumbled out, rushed and trembling but resolute. Tears pricked your waterline, and you hated how close you felt to breaking.

Satoru sighed, the sound low and weary. “Shi-chan, again? Listen, I know you’re stressed—”

“Are you engaged, Satoru?”

The question sliced through his sentence like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. Your tone wasn’t curious—it was knowing. It froze his words mid-thought, demanding an answer he wasn’t ready to give.

His eyes widened—not in shock, but recognition. The fluster in his expression, the way his mouth opened and closed as if searching for words, the blush creeping to his cheeks—it was all you needed to see.

“Shiori,” he began, his voice softer now, cautious. But you didn’t let him finish.

“Don’t.” Your voice cut through the air between you. “Don’t explain it away. Just tell me if it’s true.”

He ran a hand through his hair, gaze darting between yours and the floor. His silence spoke louder than words.

“It’s not… not true—” he began, stumbling, his usual confidence replaced with something raw.

“I need real answers, Gojo,” you snapped, spitting his surname like a curse. “Real answers, or I will never speak to you again.”

The silence that followed was deafening. His shoulders sagged slightly, tension betraying the storm behind his eyes. “It’s not what you think,” he said quietly, almost pleading.

“Then tell me what it is,” you demanded, voice trembling. Tears threatened, but you held them back.

For a moment, his mask slipped—regret, fear, desperation flickered across his face. But it passed too quickly, replaced by his infuriating charm, now a defense more than a weapon.

“You don’t understand,” he said, words faltering. “It’s just a stupid clan thing, Shi-chan. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It doesn’t mean anything?” Disbelief laced your voice. “They announced your engagement, and that doesn’t mean anything?”

“I didn’t let them—” he started, his voice rising, but you cut him off.

“Then what did you do, Satoru?” Your voice cracked as you took a step closer, the weight of your emotions crashing over you. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks a lot like you kept it from me. Like you lied.”

“I didn’t lie,” he said, desperate. “I was trying to fix it, okay? I just—I needed more time.”

The tears spilled over. “You don’t get to decide that, Satoru. You don’t get to keep me in the dark and expect me to be okay with it!”

His hands twitched, like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he should. His lips parted, but no words came, leaving the silence to stretch between you.

“I don’t even care if it’s true or not,” you confessed, your voice trembling as the lines of his perfect fucking face blurred through your tears. “I can’t keep doing this with you. Not anymore.”

He flinched, just barely. But you pressed on.

“You need to figure your shit out,” you spat, anger and grief lacing your words. “Go marry a sorceress from a prestigious clan who will give you strong heirs. That’s what they want, right?”

His jaw tightened, yet he said nothing.

“They won’t stop breathing down your neck until you give it to them, Satoru,” you continued, your voice breaking on his name. “So just… just go. This has gone on long enough.”

The silence that followed was broken only by your uneven breaths. You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see whatever expression he wore.

But you felt it—the weight of his gaze, heavy and unrelenting. It burned through the space between you, thick with unsaid words.

“Shi-chan—” he started, his voice quieter now, but you cut him off.

“Don’t,” you said, shaking your head as more tears slipped down your cheeks. “Don’t try to make this better. You can’t.”

You took a shaky step back, your arms wrapping around yourself as if to hold yourself together. “Just go, Satoru.”

His cursed energy flickered around him, unsettled and restless, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, staring at you with those impossibly blue eyes, his expression torn between defiance and something you couldn’t name.

For a moment, you thought he might argue, might fight you on this like he always did. But then he sighed, a sound that carried the weight of a thousand unsaid words, and turned toward the door.

And when it closed behind him, the silence that followed was worse than anything he could have said.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

See my listing on AO3 for a short short bonus chapter ft. angsty teen Megumi! (´ω｀*) perhaps leave a kudos or comment maybe idk haha >_>

.

.

.

This is Chapter 5 of a multi-chapter fic to be crossposted to AO3. Taglist below as requested. @starlightglimmersworld @mccookiemonster @leilakaro @certainduckanchor @itsbellablue-blog @shokosbunny @megumisthirdog @thegh0stwife @54fangirl @misslovingpearl @idkuluka @bitchycloudstrawberry @pinkpunkdynamite @theclassbookworm @okaywitheverything @7ds4ever

[wystericwoes]

Doomed pt.3

Pt.1, pt.2

Warnings: Smut, cursing, implied dub-con, reader with anxiety, panic attacks. Readers age is unspecified but implied 21+

GN reader

“𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢. 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.”

Gojo satoru: some things about him-

6’5

28 years old

The first to be born with both limitless and six eyes in centuries.

His eyes are blue, he loves sweet food,

And he fucks the same way he talks.

Cocky, smart, and always knows something you don’t.

He can read you like an open book, except that book is on a lectern with a light shining down on it and the pages move on their own so he doesn’t even have to try to look through it.

You weren’t allowed to have secrets around him. Not when his fingers danced across your body in a way that you would’ve given anything to him. He expertly picked all your locks as if there was no reason for them to even be there.

Recently Gojo Satoru had become the only staple in your life. The only familiar thing, only comforting pattern and recognizable face.

So when you just fucking went for it and kissed him, you barely even thought twice.

Worst case scenario you blame it on the alcohol-

But then his hand slid up to the back of your head and held it like precious pottery.

Sacred, unique, and incredibly valuable.

You let out a groan of frustration after the second kiss that was much more needy and your forehead clinked against his glasses.

“What’s wrong?���

“Damn glasses…”

He chuckled at you before taking them off and reaching past you to put them on the nightstand

“Like to see my eyes?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Right.”

He said cockily

“Just shut up and keep going, You’re less handsome when you talk.”

His hand flew to your waist and he dug his slender fingers in causing you to let out a crude moan, which he cut off by pressing against your face again.

You almost couldn’t keep up with him, it wasn’t that he was desperate- he was just that good.

You were frenzied in your effort to not be left behind, you wanted to be someone that he would remember if this was going to be a one time thing.

A one time thing…

You didn’t want this to be. You wanted to be with him like this again, and again, and again. Until your body remembered his shape.

You didn’t like how fast you were falling for him, but you decided to not think about that right now. And instead focus on how you were going to fuck him tonight.

Tunnel vision was set straight onto him. You were mid kiss and his hand was becoming eager, searching and squeezing across your lower torso. But not going higher or lower than that

With one hand you put on his should you mounted his lap and put your thighs either side on his

You did so clumsily, but before you had the chance to mess up he guided you with his hand on the small of your back

You were holding yourself up by your knees, trying to cater to his comfort.

He caught wind of that quickly and wrapped his arms around your waist slamming you down on him.

“Don’t hold back on me. I am the strongest after all.”

You didn’t even care how much of a narc he was being.

One of his hands remained on your hips, and the other began to slowly trail its way up to your shoulder. His delicate traces leaving goosebumps where he ghosted your skin.

You two started making out again, growing more and more impatient.

His fingers were cold, and they teased the entrance of your clothing fiddling with the hem.

Sukunas fingers are warm.

A memory that wasn’t yours suddenly invaded your mind. It was fuzzy and convoluted. A parasite had planted itself into your brain and was saying things that weren’t true. Were they? How would you have any way of knowing what he felt like…

Where did it come from?

You must not have been as inconspicuous as you thought, because you were suddenly snapped out of by the sensation of cool air hitting your exposed chest.

“Don’t lose interest now.”

He smugly said while shamelessly staring at your chest.

“I’m.. im not.”

You whined.

“Not what? Sorry babe couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m not losing interest!”

“Mhm. Good.”

With a satisfied hum he pressed the pads of his thumbs against your nipples, the sudden cold feeling perking them up effective immediately.

“Ah! Shit…”

You stifled a moan as he began rubbing slow circles and pinching one

“Now you’re back. Thought I lost you there for a sec.”

You whined as he started kissing down your neck, delicately at first. But then as he worked his way down and abandoned your chest along the way, instead moving his hand to your lower back, bucking your hips into him.

He worked his way back up to your mouth for a sensual kiss.

You both let out an involuntary groan upon feeling the sensation of grinding against each other, pressure finally being somewhat relieved.

He left your mouth much to your protest and latched onto your collarbones, suckling on the sensitive skin. You felt his teeth graze against it and that slight pain made you bite your lip.

He worked his way around your chest, nibbles, suckles, kisses, and love bites.

You just couldn’t get enough of him, Drunk on the high he gave you.

He separated himself from you and whispered in your ear.

“Where do you want me?”

“Fuck… I don’t know satoru.”

You whisper shouted in frustration. You didn’t have a plan going into this, you just wanted him to fuck you!

“Here, then?”

He tapped a finger between your legs at your arousal.

Your body jumped at his impact, So sensitive- so ready.

You nodded your head yes.

Without warning he shifted his hands under your thighs and seemingly effortlessly manhandled you onto your back. He had his hand on the back of your head as if you were precious pottery.

So pretty, so special, so valuable.

he was straddling you, his legs on either side of your body, trapping you in.

“What kind of mood are you in tonight babe?”

You looked up at him, previously avoiding his gaze.

You really didn’t care.

“Any.”

“Any?”

He slowly moved a hand down your body, until he reached your needy hole.

“Yes!”

You said desperately between shallow breaths.

He prodded the tip of his finger through the fabric of your clothes at the entrance.

Both of you were shirtless, but annoyingly still had pants on.

“Focus on me.”

You gulped but obliged. He moved his head down your body occasionally leaving sweet kisses against your exposed skin, never breaking eye contact.

You elevated yourself up by your shoulders once he went farther down.

He reached your legs, the bottom half of his face was gone past the view of your body. His eyes still never breaking away.

He held his hands to your hips and pulled them into his face. And with one swift lift of the hips and tugging of the clothes, he removed the rest of your bottoms minus the underwear.

He threw them behind his head without a second glance.

You threw your head back with a muffled “fuck” when he gently bit the inside of your thigh.

“You watching?”

He looked up at you again, and with some sloppy kisses worked his way up to your hips. Then, in one fluid motion his teeth latched onto the edge of your underwear, and he pulled them down your legs, letting them dangle from your foot and fall pathetically onto the floor.

And there you were, in a state of such vulnerability that you couldn’t help but shy your head away. You didn’t even want to imagine what you looked like right now. Hair a mess, tear stained cheeks, puffy lips, and sore injured body.

You bet you looked pathetic. You suddenly became insecure and moved your arms over your chest and body.

“What’s wrong?”

He rested his head against your inner thigh and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Jus’ cold.”

Leaving one hand on your hip, he reached out to the other and grabbed a soft fluffy blanket and graciously draped it over your legs. You pulled it up a little to cover your chest.

“Thank you…”

With this newfound screen of privacy, he couldn’t see your face anymore. But you also couldn’t see his. You only saw your knees, and a blanket covered protrusion between them.

One hand smoothly worked up your thigh, slipping underneath it and pushing your legs back. Now he had full exposure to all of you.

You were so glad he couldn’t see your face, because you knew whatever face you didn’t hold back your flustered expressions anymore.

You couldn’t see only feel. And what you felt started off with one finger slowly entering you.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“You look so pretty like this…”

You were bouncing up and down another man’s cock. You couldn’t see his face. Just a fog of skin and sweat.

Deep talons of nails were sunken into your hips, certainly breaking the skin. But he persisted, not giving you a chance to recover as he mercilessly pounded you in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Bliss and torture.

He handled you roughly. So rough you’d think he didn’t care, but you knew he did. He was doing it just the right amount you liked it.

“If only they could capture memories. Id save this image and paint it on every wall.”

Walls. The walls around you were tall, lanterns lit up along them revealing a series of paintings. Traditional Japanese style paintings… you look around to see it’s an old building. Well- it looks new but this type of architecture doesn’t exist anymore except in historical temples and older homes.

He pulled your face towards him, back hunched to be closer to you. His force was tough, but controlled.

“What are you looking at, Angel?”

You were snapped back into your reality when Gojo’s fingers reached up to your G-Spot.

You moaned from the sudden shift in sensation.

Your heart was beating fast. You couldn’t tell him what you just saw- what would you say? “Sorry I just had a vision of me fucking another man.”

You tried to rub away the memory but everytime you closed your eyes it flashed back to you like fragments to a picture. Trying to piece itself together but you didn’t let it.

“Fuck… Satoru!”

You needed a distraction and you needed it now,

“Fuck me.”

He came out from under the blanket. Cheeks flushed from the heat, sweat glistening his forehead and he sported a shocked but grinning face

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You said pleadingly.

You knew you weren’t entirely ready. But maybe the shock would get out of your fucking daydreaming.

You had the most beautiful man alive sitting between your legs and you were zoned out thinking about…

You shuddered. You didn’t even let his name leave your thoughts.

“Alright Angel.”

Angel.

He stood up from between your legs a visible but subtle boner hiding beneath his buttoned pants.

He reached over to the nightstand to take out an open box of condoms.

Open. He had used this box before.

No- you had no right to be jealous. He doesn’t belong to you, you knew the type of man he was the first day.

He sat next to you giving you one last kiss before unbuttoning his pants and resting against his headboard, Sitting upright. He began slowly unbuttoning his pants, savoring your reaction. He was moving too damn slow.

You moved yourself to be sat on his thighs, waiting impatiently for him to finish. With slow and torturous movements he opened his pants and pulled his cock through his boxers.

You sat up to help him quicken the process, he tore it out of the package and you helped him roll it down his insane length. The contact from your hands made his thighs flex under you. A subtle but noticeable reaction.

It wasn’t a surprise but you were still out off guard at how long he was. Of fucking course he had to be packing. No one that confident is walking around and isn’t hung like a goddam horse.

You had to just sit back to admire him for a minute;

White strands of hair fell over his face, it just looked so soft. His cheeks were dusted pink, and eyes half lidded. As much as he had been holding out on you, you knew he was still horny too.

It was average width, and a good 7-8 inches. The tip was pretty pink, he had two small but noticeable veins running along both sides.

He must’ve been tired of your gawking because he leaned forward and grabbed you by your hips, adjusting you so you were hovering over him.

“Impatient.”

You grinned at him

“Guilty.”

He teased

You moved one hand on his shoulder, and the other holding his cock still beneath you.

You were nervous, but you couldn’t show it. With one deep inhale you began sinking yourself onto him.

His hands gripped your hips harder, he looked at you patiently and with that same smirk.

You felt a sharp pain when he went in. And even though you were taking your time, he never bucked his hips up, he just sat there waiting.

You had stayed still for a moment. Chest heaving in deep breaths as you tried to steady yourself.

You ignored the pain, forcing yourself to adjust onto him, and slowly pushing yourself farther down until you bottomed out, involuntarily taking a sharp moan and hissing from the pain.

He let out a deep breath. Eyes closed, he was keeping his composure for you.

You moved your hands to his chest. The stinging sensation was still there, you felt like a fucking Virgin with his monster cock.

“Are you sure you want to be on top?”

He whispered.

“No…”

You just wanted to mount him as soon as possible.

“What do you want?”

“You always ask that.”

“It’s important!”

You took a few deep breaths from your nose, moving your hips in little circles getting adjusted to him.

His eyes clenched back shut, he sat up and dig his face into the crook of your neck.

When he finally settled in, and you had been ready- the tip of him kisses the end of you so sweetly.

A perfect fit.

(With foreplay)

The temporary sting subsided, and you began to clench around him. Now you were the one teasing

You felt his hair tickle your shoulders and back. You couldn’t see his face but you wished, when you moved your hips ever so slightly in shapes and you heard him take sharp inhales each time. You could tell he was growing more sensitive with each passing second. But he still refused to give up.

One particular clench, made him gasp then suddenly reach his hand up towards you but he stopped himself before it reached anything.

You were pretty sure you knew what he wanted.

You moved his hand up your chest, he snuck in some squeezes and punches along his way up until you settled it at your neck.

He moved to look up at you. His eyes had uncertainty in them, but you reassured him with a comforting shoulder squeeze, sweet smile, and affirming nod. You trusted him

“I’m ready.”

Upon saying that you started to rise up and sink yourself back onto him again.

Slow, painful motions not nearly enough for either of you.

“Stop that…”

“Stop what?”

You gave him innocent doe eyes.

“Being a fucking tease.”

He grinned at you, but lust was laced in his words and glazed over his eyes

“What are you gonna do about it?”

You tested the waters.

“Being a brat huh?”

You shrugged with a malicious smirk.

“Want me to fuck you silly, huh?”

Something in his demeanor shifted, his grip on your neck finally had some pressure applied into it. He squeezed in the sides, not hurting you by actually choking you.

You clenched around him when he did that; leg muscles flexing and a small moan leaving your lips.

“You’re gonna regret teasing me, Angel.”

With a swift motion and no warning, he had you flipped over in seconds. Doggy, your elbows almost buckled from the sudden shift in weight. But you managed to keep yourself up.

His hands moved to your hips, and he started to slowly fuck you. He was in the depths of your body, reaching all the right places

You couldn’t hold back the moans and whimpers with each of his thrusts.

He started off rough and slow, taking himself so far out you thought he was gone and then he would slam himself back into you balls deep.

“Satoru!”

You loved this, but you became needy and wanted him to go faster. Each time the head of his cock grazed that spot inside you, you clenched around him.

“What is it?”

In a husky voice he lowered himself down, and grumbled it into your ear.

“You gotta tell me what you want.”

You whined. You didn’t want to talk, want to think. You just wanted him to fucking you faster

“Want me to do fuck you dumb huh? Make you drunk off my cock.”

You gulped and started to moan in response.

You still didn’t know the extent of his powers, and you may never know- but a picture was painted with the way he slammed your hips into his like you were nothing. You had no control over the situation at all, he set the pace, he picked the speed, and he had your hips.

His pace picked up to a more desperate speed, but not once did he ever falter from pure skill. Bo matter how fast he became, each thrust had meaning- each movement had purpose.

All you could do was keep yourself upright. Elbows trying to buckle and betray you at every point.

Eventually you could no longer feel each thrust, no longer feel the stretch and shape of his cock. It all meshed together in one painfully pleasurable blur. You were totally opened up to him, skin against skin became numb. All that was left was the feeling of the nerves inside of you knotting into a breaking point.

You tried reaching down to touch that part you needed most between your legs, but when you lifted your arm you threatened to collapse. He put an arm around your stomach and hips, keeping you upright. You succumbed to your weekends, arms failing you and face pressed against the mattress.

One of his hands reached down between your legs and began taking care of your most sensitive spot, his fingers moved skillfully and with purpose, but started to become less coordinated.

He was close. And so were you.

He bent his head down and whispered into your ear with a clean rasp.

"You take me so well."

"You take me so well..."

It felt like hours that he had been fucking you. The word "Limit" was long gone from your vocabulary.

That's how it had to be with Sukuna.

As he was in the battlefield, he was in the bed.

Merciless, rough, passionate.

Sukuna was flying too close to the sun until you fell into the ocean.

Lighting a candle but the flame touches your fingertips and burns you.

Standing in the summer heat too long until you grow tired.

Being with him was dangerous. You're a skydiver, a risk-taker, or maybe just an idiot.

But it was easy to forget about those things when he was so good at making you deny yourself time to think. Any time he'd see you dozing off he had no hesitance to remind you of who you were with.

A sharp pull of the hair, slap of the ass, a bruising grip of the thighs.

Or when he would fuck you throughout the night, and your whole body was sore.

But then there were those moments of tantalizing touches and wordless whispers.

You sat between his legs, and he traced a finger along your shoulders down to the new silk robe he got you. Expensive and intricate, in deep red. His favorite color. It was funny how much effort that would be made into the creations of these, perfectly stitched together thread by thread by the finest artisans and craftsmen. Just for it to be ripped in half later, one of his favorite games.

You were his most prized possession, his little trophy. Tucked away into the corners of his temple, hidden beyond sight. No one deserved to see you anyway.

Gojo fell on your back holding himself up with one arm, running kisses down your skin between labored breaths.

He had finished, and you didn't even remember.

You let out a shaky sigh.

He tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash, then he flopped over next to you, sitting upright on the bed.

You were still starstruck by everything that just happened. You laid yourself down, wincing as you did from the growing sore spot between your legs. Of course he left you sore.

You wanted to say something, but the silence was deafening.

You looked over to the sound of the sheets moving.

Gojo had gotten up, put on his pants and went into the kitchen. you sat upright, still dazed. Sukuna, you, these memories.

Gojo came back in with a glass of water and your clothes.

"Thanks..."

You mumbled.

You were confused, tired, and disoriented. but above all else, Guilty.

You weren't together but you felt like you had cheated. The image of someone else fucking you continuously popping up in your mind.

Sukuna.

"Youre quiet."

Gojo was smiling at you, buttoning up his pants.

"That good huh?

You scoffed

"Shut it."

you started sipping on the water he brought to you, your mouth was surprisingly dry. The water helped you clear your head.

Sukuna.

You shut your eyes as you gulped down the rest of the cool fluid. Your hand was involuntarily shaking.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm alright. Just tired."

"I'll let you sleep then. Don't forget to pee!"

"Where are you going?" You muttered quietly.

"The couch."

You stared at him with a blank yet annoyed expression.

"So, you'll fuck me but won’t sleep in the same bed as me?"

He chuckled at you.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself or him, but you were clingy, and still scared, and you wanted someone close to you.

Sukuna.

He laughed you off.

"I just think it's more polite to have my guest sleep on the bed and I sleep on the couch is all."

You huffed.

"You're cute when you pout."

He easily dodged a pillow thrown at him and laughed.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

"Yeah..."

And then, it was quiet.

Sukuna.

Gojo thought about saying something.

He looked up at the dark ceiling, laid back on his couch.

He couldn't sleep, the rhythmic sounds of the vent and cars driving by kept him awake because he was hyper-vigilant. Something about you had him on edge.

He nitpicked every detail of you and memory with extreme precision.

Another thing about Gojo Satoru, was that his own greatest weakness was himself.

Since he was born his fate has been defined by his abilities. He was always exceptional and gifted, so he never had to be anything more than that.

He always had everything. Love, adoration, power, strength, persistence, money.

He got whatever he wanted and always had what he needed.

Until he met you.

Do you want to know something else about Gojo Satoru?

He doesn't know who he is. Because as he's walked through life- the road was always smoothly paved before him, never having to do anything except lift his feet and move them.

He didn't have the privilege of ever receiving a challenge. And while that may sound great for some people, it leaves those who always had the answers before, behind.

He shifted himself upwards, he needed a distraction. He put on his shirt, his glasses, and went to one of the few things that brought him comfort.

When Satoru didn't know who he was, or ever had doubts- he went clubbing.

Some nights were for dancing, some for drinking, and some for debauchery.

Tonight was anything he could get his hands on. And right now, that was a hot brunette wearing two pieces of fabric leaving so little to the imagination she shouldn't have even bothered wearing anything at all who looked just like his celebrity crush.

But even with his tongue down her throat, he knew he couldn't do anything about it- because someone else was already in his bed tonight.

The way everyone threw themselves at him always made him feel better. Because no matter what he loses, he'll always have his looks.

The way he was fawned over like a celebrity made his confidence begin to rise again. He had one person stroking their fingers through his hair, another in his lap as he laid his head back sipping an expensive drink.

How?

Then, he had someone grinding against him on the dance floor. The bass from the speakers reverberated through his body. The music was almost enough to clear his mind- almost loud enough.

Why you?

He had some hot blonde pinned against the bathroom wall, kissing down on his neck as they desperately grinded against his thigh.

He barely even sensed cursed energy on you the first time you met.

He was doing a body shot on a topless woman, licking the salt off her stomach as he held down her hips. Some lime juice dribbled down his chin, quickly another person turned his face to lick it off. The bitter taste of alcohol on his lips mixing with the tartness of the juice. He smiled against their lips as they pressed into his.

Why don't you know anything?

He leaned against the cool brick outside, checking the time to read it was already past 5 am.

His head was spinning, he may have overdone it last night- and worse- he had work in a couple hours.

"Shit..."

Your eyes fluttered open to light peaking in through the blinds and the sound of morning birds. The setting was peaceful, the bed was comfy, and you were no longer sore- but you did have to pee.

Overall, physically you felt great, but there was an all too familiar feeling of loneliness in you.

You went to the bathroom, grateful that you didn't have a UTI even though you forgot to go even after Gojo reminded you.

Gojo. You painfully remembered how you woke up alone.

You had to convince yourself that you were okay. After all, you knew the type of man Gojo was. You consented; he didn't owe you anything.

When you were in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You had a big shirt on that you didn't remember putting on.

Did he dress you? Or were you that drunk? either way, embarrassing.

But one thing especially caught your attention.

Your bruises were gone. The only thing left were... Hickeys and bites.

You put your hands on your face. So last night did happen.

In a desperate attempt to try and forget all the embarrassing memories, you went to the kitchen.

Making yourself some coffee and breakfast- alone.

Gojo was gone. But there was a sticky note pasted hastily on the fridge door.

Meet at school when you're awake :D

-G

You were indubitley pissed off.

At first, his leaving you cold turkey post-hook-up was something you ignored. But then you had too much time alone. His fancy shower, eating breakfast, navigating through Tokyo to find the school with his cryptic ass instructions, you two having literal sex but him thinking that sleeping in a bed with you was where he should draw the line.

Him not being here. You were more upset at yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but Gojo was just so easy to be annoyed at.

When you made it to the school, you could've sworn that the buildings were in different places, somehow always getting lost.

He didn't tell you where to go, just to be there. So, you went where you wanted to go. You explored the gardens, the old architecture, and then you settled for sitting down in the training field. The grass was soft, the sun was out but gentle against your skin. Brief moments like these in silence where rather than being stuck in your own head you were content were precious, sacred, and also uncomm-

"Y/NNNNNNN!"

Interrupted by Gojo.

"Stop you don't have to yell at me I can hear you!"

He was running towards you at an alarming rate, which caused you to in turn also scream at him to slow down.

He almost crashed into you, and you braced yourself, but before you knew it you were standing up because he had thrown you over his shoulder.

"What the hell Satoru?!?!!"

You shouted in his ear.

"Today is your first day of training!"

"Training?!"

You were going to say, "Training for what?" Before he started to book it across the campus.

You weren't given time to react as you instinctively clutched onto his shirt, a driving force from your hands almost tearing holes into the fabric.

You couldn't even see where you were going because the speed at which you were moving made all the buildings a blur.

You were abruptly set down in front of a door of an unfamiliar building. tears pricked your eyes, and you were shaky and disoriented from that complete assault.

You almost fell over but stabilized yourself on him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you just tell me where it was?!"

"it's more fun this way!"

You were going to face him but before you could he shoved you into a dark room with... A couch and Itadori.

What kind of training is this? An intervention?

"Oh, Hey!"

Yuuji sat on the couch holding a stuffed animal, surrounded by DVD cases, soda cans, and a variety of snacks.

You awkwardly waved back at the optimistic Yuuji.

"you're more useful to me if you stay alive this time."

Sukuna.

Yuuji held Sukuna.

"I can see your confusion. This training is to learn how to control your cursed energy!"

You gave him a look of confusion, one eyebrow up and the other furrowed with a "that doesn't help" look.

He pulled out of his jacket pocket a small rabbit that had comedically large red eyes, and monstrously sharp claws.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

"This is the principals cursed technique, as you can see, Yuuji has one."

So that's what that was. You looked closer and it was breathing.

"Yuuji do you mind demonstrating?"

"Aw man, do I have to?"

Yuuji sighed at Gojo's silence and lifted his hands from the... bear puppet. And braced himself like he was about to be hit.

And then he was hit. It decked him square across the face.

He retaliated holding his nose and doubling over in pain, It went to get him again, but Gojo quickly intercepted it. The second he touched it; it went to sleep.

"Trained jujutsu's sorcerers can constantly emit a stream of cursed energy, and that's how you learn to start using it in fights."

"In fights? Youre not expecting me to regularly fight, are you?!"

"Of course not. You're going to be a teacher!"

"What are you talking about. I have a job already, Gojo."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you got laid off."

You stared at him blankly, Yuuji could read the room and slowly slunk into the couch, looking away with a nervous expression.

"You're joking. You better be fucking with me Gojo."

He simply looked at you.

You let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh my god. You're not joking. Haha..."

You put a hand to your forehead

"We sent in your letter of resignation a couple days ago."

Yuji sank down into the couch, staying completely silent as the awkwardness grew. The tension in the air was so thick it might've well been smog.

"Are you okay?"

"NO I AM NOT OKAY!"

"Why? You can have a better job now!"

Yuuji let out a slow shaky exhale. Cringing audibly each time his sensei spoke.

"You can't just fucking do that SATORU!"

"I understand it's pretty messed up I forgot to tell you but..."

Yuuji perked up upon hearing you use Gojo's first name. were you two close?

"YOU THINK?!"

And then he sunk back down.

"This is too fucking far. You don't just get to come into my life and tell me you're taking care of it, and then leave me unemployed. You really are such a conceited douche, and I cannot believe that for a single second, I thought there was a redeemable quality about you!"

You stormed out.

You had come off as angry and unreasonable, but the truth was you were terrified.

That all too familiar feeling of your breath becoming shallow and lungs becoming heavy hit you the second you reached outside.

Alone, you needed to be alone.

You frantically searched around clawing at your shirt where your heart was. You couldnt breathe.

Your breaths became frantic and desperate. Tears pricked your eyes.

You felt the control of your own life slipping through your fingers. And straight into the hands of someone who most would still consider a stranger.

What hurt most was that he was right, your job did suck, and you had wanted to leave for a while. Your life was mediocre, but it was still yours.

You were completely helpless.

You had sunk against the wall, hoping no one would see as you tried to ride out this wave of panic.

You let a few moments passed, trying to calm yourself and rationalize the situation- but it was just so hard when your brain kept pushing intrusive thoughts into your mind about how bad this was. He didn't even give you the option, you just had to do what he said now.

Slowly, that fear warped into anger.

A downside to being at a Jujutsu Sorcerer academy, is that everyone nearby could sense Cursed energy. Think of it like smelling smoke in a house of firefighters.

And you reeked.

How could one person be so entitled. So oblivious to the consequences of his actions?

Your life was in the hands of an academy you had never heard of before.

“Hey…”

You whipped your head around slightly relaxing when you noticed it was Yuuji, in one hand holding his boxing glove endowed bear, and the other the creepypasta looking rabbit.

You let out a deep sigh.

“He’s not in there anymore.”

You tched. Of course he bailed. Wouldn’t even apologize.

“Thanks.”

You looked side to side awkwardly, clearly not knowing what was right to say in this situation.

“He really likes you y’know…”

You perked up a little

“How do you know?”

“He talks about you a lot.”

Oh god. What does he say? Maybe that you snore in your sleep, or when you cried all over him, or maybe-

“If you come inside I’ll tell you.”

He gave you a reassuring smile. You realized how ridiculous you must’ve looked and got up. Being angry won’t do anything for you right now, and if you really were stuck in this, might as well embrace it.

You wanted to yell at Satoru and unload all your anger. And Yuuji didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of that.

He smiled lightly when you sighed and got up. Holding out the rabbit to you.

You hesitated, looking at its claws.

“He said not to worry, and we’d just have to figure out for ourselves.”

With great reluctance, you picked it up.

It didn’t do anything. Which was a great relief.

Then, you headed inside.

Yuuji was surprisingly good to get along with, he had character, and heart. You two argued over which genre of move to watch. Until you eventually settled on your second favorite, seeing as he wasn’t in the mood to watch what you wanted.

“This one looks interesting.”

You popped in the CD, and the credit scene rolled for a movie you had never seen before.

You and Yuuji settled on opposite ends of the couch, both of your odd companions next to you.

You had gotten through about twenty minutes into the movie, your focus was fully shifted onto it.

And then all of a sudden, a blood curling scream was let out beneath you.

The sound was so shrill you jumped, also screaming. And with the two screams combined, Yuuji screamed.

You almost went into full panic mode until you realize it was the rabbit. Rushing to pick it back up like a stray alarm in a silent classroom.

“What was that?!”

“This damn rabbit!”

You shouted over its screech.

Once your hands pressed onto it, it still kept going.

In a moment of panic, you thought of the only thing that you could think of that would produce energy.

And that was recollections of the night before

You imagined the way that his hands caressed you, ran along your skin and navigated you like an open sea.

And then it became quiet.

“Woah, what did you think about that made it work all of a sudden?”

You widened your eyes and awkwardly smiled.

“Nothing… Just focused.”

This was so embarrassing.

How come the only time you could muster anything up was when you were about to die or were horny?

That has to be the most impractical and ironic combination ever.

Everytime the sound of a tornado siren went off underneath you, you had to think of fucking to get it to shut up.

You needed to find another method for this.

“How do you do it Itadori?”

“Huh? Oh, I dunno. It kinda just happens I guess.”

“That doesn’t help at all.”

“You’re doing pretty good!”

You couldn’t tell him why it worked. So you had to settle for a half truth.

“Yeah but it doesn’t happen unless I think about… something specific.”

“Like what?”

What were you expecting. Of course he would ask.

“Um. Romantic cutesy stuff.”

You scratched your chin and looked away.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s cool! Usually sorcerers have to think of bad things to get it to work. I bet it would be a lot nicer if everyone could think of something sweet like that.”

“I guess you’re right.”

You looked back straight ahead to the movie. It was a Disney movie, and a romance one- Yuujis pick.

“Oh I never told you!”

“Told me what?”

You raised a brow and tilted your head slightly.

“About what Gojo Sensei says about you.”

You didn’t even know if you wanted to hear. But Itadori took your silence as a means to continue

“He says you’ve got some of the best potential he’s ever seen. And to look out for you.”

“Really?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

“I just can’t believe he wants someone to look out for me. And that I have ‘potential’.”

“Yeah, he says that you’re special..”

“He says that about you too, and Megumi.”

“Really?”

Itadori’s eyes lit up. He clearly looked up to him, and it was cute to see him so excited.

“And he says you’re full of heart. Which I can see, you risked your life for everyone back there during our mission.”

“I mean you risked more, you left yourself alone with Sukuna.”

Your breath hitched.

You were told that you had gotten out before sukuna did.

Suddenly you felt ice shoot through your veins, and your heart rate picked up.

“You okay?” He looked at you concerned. The shock prevalent in your face.

“I- oh yeah I’m good…“

“You were super cool. I can see why they like you so much.”

“Who?”

“Gojo sensei and Sukuna.”

And sukuna.

Sukuna.

“How do you… how do you know Sukuna likes me?”

“Sometimes he talks to me about it when we’re alone. He says stuff about everyone. He tries to mess with me sometimes and it’s super annoying-“

You stopped breathing. Your heart rate picked up, and a sinking feeling overtook you.

Gojos hiding something from you. They all are. Why is it that you’re the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on with everything in regards to yourself?

“Oh… you don’t have to worry or anything! I can control him he’s not gonna hurt you or anyone.”

Poor Yuuji thought you were scared because of Sukuna, but the truth was you were growing increasingly more scared of Gojo.

He looked concerned for you, and the feeling of guilt overtook you more than the strong emotions from the events in your life right now. So? You managed to breathe and push them down.

“Itadori…”

He had a mouthful of soda.

“Can I talk to Sukuna?”

He no longer had a mouthful of soda.

With several coughs and punches to his own chest, he looked at you.

“I’m not sure I’m allowed…”

“I did it before right? He’s not interested in hurting me. I was alone with him once.”

You still saw his hesitance.

“One minute. Okay? Then you can come back out. I promise. If anything happens I’ll text Satoru.”

You knew that if something happened then you wouldn’t have time to text him, but you were desperate.

“Please Itadori…”

He looked you in the eyes, seeing the genuine sadness and feelings in them.

“A lot of things have been crazy recently, and I just need something to go right. 45 seconds?”

He was successfully guilt tripped. You weren’t proud of it, but it worked,

With a drawn out sigh, he nodded.

Pt.4

[d3wdropz]

I'm going slightly insane thinking about Gojo

He's just so...ahhhh I can't even words

I'd probably die if a man like him ever gave me a chance, my heart could not take it at all

honestly same-

my bestie and i are binging the series rn and let me tell you we are falling for this man more and more

he is so fruity and sexy and mmmmmmm

what i would give to have one night with this man- i would give away all of my savings, my assets, my dignity just for a chance with Gojo Satoru

[sidsinning]

Gotta love how Mappa always makes Gojo's lips slightly pink and shiny like he got lip gloss on

Do yalls remember that mini "controversy" where butt hurt anime dudebros edited this frame to not have lip shine or eyelashes bc he didn't look "masculine" enough to them lol

Mappa was like BET let's make his pretty ass even PRETTIER

Do you think there's a separate budget for this man's eyelashes

[frenchcoucou]

punk 🔴

ac: kimmy

[nyctoaerah]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄

“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You wanted revenge for Suguru, So you joined jujutsu high to gather information. Satoru was your saving grace, an angel, a lifesaver that is always sparing you from the risk of being caught while snooping around various rooms and areas. You would've thought that he's an angel sent from heaven, but not until he becomes unhealthily obsessed with you. Showing you that he was just actually the devil in disguise.

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Traitor! Suguru's Adopted Daughter! Reader

╰┈➤𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Implied Non-Con, Unhealthy Relationship, Yandere Behaviors, Satoru is an abusive a-hole. Age gaps (Satoru is 28, Reader is 19). Manipulation. Dark Themes. Satoru has mood swings. Violence. Reader is scared of Satoru. Foul language. Victim Blaming. (Ooc)

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I do not support or approve of any of the behaviors and actions depicted in this book. The content is intended solely for entertainment purposes. The main storyline will be introduced in the following chapter, which will delve into the details of how the characters first encountered each other. It might be a bit confusing though. Also, support me on Quotev and Wattpad pls?:) hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

Masterlist

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

HOW MANY DAYS HAS passed since you found yourself in this situation with him again? The passage of time eluded you, as you had stopped keeping track, but it seemed like you had been trapped in this place for months, perhaps even a year. It felt like an eternity since he orchestrated your fake ‘death’ and locked you up in his place.

You’re not weak by any means, in fact, you’re strong, as you were a grade one sorcerer, but when faced with Satoru, you were nothing. No matter how much effort you put into finding a way out or escaping him, it seemed futile.

He was the strongest after all.

Should you attempt to flee, say goodbye to your walking privilege as he would incapacitate you by breaking your legs with.

Any resistance or argument on your part would only result in more severe punishment and degradation at his hands.

You try to use your domain expansion and fight back? He’ll use his domain expansion too and it doesn’t end well on your part.

Even if you dared to confront him and try to reason with his twisted mind, you would find yourself outmaneuvered and manipulated.

Asking others for help was equally fruitless, because what can they do against the strongest sorcerer?

You tried to ask Shoko for help, but unfortunately, she is unable to intervene in the situation. However, she mentioned that there is a person who has the ability to control and Tame Satoru—Suguru. Sadly, the dilemma lies in the fact that Suguru is no longer alive, and it was Satoru Himself who killed Suguru.

Suguru was the only reason why you joined jujutsu high. You wanted to find Suguru’s body, since according to your sisters, Nanako and Mimiko, Suguru’s body wasn't cremated, so you joined jujutsu high to look for suguru’s body, and to also get some information, because vengeance is what you seek.

Gathering information about the school and the sorcerers there was made easier by your loud teacher—Satoru Gojo, who constantly yaps and shares details about literally anything.

Anything but Suguru.

Unfortunately for you though, Satoru ended up finding out that you’re a traitor.

And that’s the main reason why you’re stuck with him.

Satoru’s fingers were lightly pressing against your throat, exerting gentle pressure that caused discomfort yet not crossing the threshold into pain. His touch was brand and it felt like a scorching imprint on your flesh. His fingertips grazed the delicate skin of your throat, tracing the rhythm of your racing pulse. His nose was nestled into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, his breath hot and oppressive. Unconsciously, your fingers curled in response to his touch as you tried to distance yourself from him—yet, unable to tune him out.

You fought back the rising bile in your throat, swallowing hard to prevent it from rising and vomiting, your every muscle tense with discomfort. 

You squirmed uneasily, unable to escape as his other hand pressed firmly against your tummy, immobilizing you while his grip on your neck intensified, forcing your spine to meld into his chest as you were practically ensnared on his lap. Your jaw clenched, your airway constricting involuntarily, making each breath a struggle.

“S’toru,” You whined in discomfort.

“Relax your throat, baby” he coaxed, loosening his hold slightly. With great effort, you tried to comply, swallowing down a torrent of curses and insults that threatened to escape.

“Don’t vomit on me... ‘m just trying to listen to your pulse, n’ see if you’re healthy or not.” He assured you, a honeyed lie.

But you’re not. You wanted to say.

You’re trying to choke me. You said mentally.

“Come on, relax, pretty girl.”

He drawled, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they pierced through you from beneath his pale lashes.

“No...” You murmured.

“Don’t worry about me.. I’m.. calm.” you feigned, though the erratic thumping of your heart against your ribcage betrayed your facade. His sharp ears likely caught the drumming tempo echoing through the hollow of your neck.

“But you’re not.” He said.

“Hmph. Such a pretty liar, are you? Don't gaslight yourself.” he admonished, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his words. You ground your teeth in frustration.

“You’re the one gaslighting me here,” you countered, a futile attempt to deflect his observation. Deep down, you knew his accusation rang true—a self-imposed gaslight, for you were only convincing yourself of a false relaxation, when infact, you are beyond calm.

“Tsk, tsk. Liar.” his voice carried a weight of disappointment as his hand migrated from your neck to your jaw, the firm pinch of his forefinger and thumb steering your gaze towards his stare.

“Fine,” you huffed. Each breath felt like hot coals burning in your lungs, and your muscles tightened like steel cables. As you clenched your fists, the skin on your knuckles paled beneath the pressure, your nails digging crescents into your palms.

 “I’m not calm,” you uttered stiffly, almost choking on the words as if they were bitter pills forced out of your mouth. Satoru cocked an eyebrow at your admission. His lips curled into a smirk, a condescending smile.

“I know, babe,” he murmured.

“Then why ask?” You asked sharply, [E/c] eyes narrowed.

“Why would you lie in the first place?” He asks back.

You fell into an uneasy silence, not knowing what to say.

“That’s what i thought.” Satoru scoffs.

You grimaced as his warm breath tickled your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, his hand going underneath the fabric of your shirt. A shiver ran down your spine at the touch, a mix of revulsion and fear coiling within you as you fought the urge to swat his hand away.

You were keenly aware of the thin line you were threading, one wrong mood can cause Satoru to get mad. And satoru getting mad was far from the things that you would enjoy.

You don’t want to deal with a pissed satoru.

“Was that hard to admit?” Satoru asked suddenly.

You shook your head, the movement terse and strained, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” he prompted.

“No... it’s not hard to admit,” you forced the words out through gritted teeth as he lets out a mocking laugh.

“Tsk, such a prideful princess,” he teased, his amusement palpable. You fixed your gaze on the ground, unable to meet his eyes, the weight of his hands on your body sending discomfort through your nerves. The struggle to maintain your composure, to resist the urge to push him away, felt like a battle

“But hey, you lied again, didn’t you? It was hard for you to admit that after all.” Satoru says, and you stiffened as you felt his gaze burning into you.

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence.

“Don’t play dumb, pretty girl.” He glared at you.

That stupid cold stare of his never failed to make the hairs in your skin go up, and you hated it.

The adoring light that once danced in his gaze whenever he’s looking at you had been extinguished, replaced by a frigid darkness. His words and demeanor was now clashed with the vibrancy that once filled his eyes.

You hated it. You loathed it.

Loathed the way he looked at you in such a cold way, loathed the way he would always manipulate you, make you feel bad and blame you for everything.

This wasn’t the satoru that you had fallen for.

“you know, [Name]...When you lie,” he began, his thumb delicately tracing the lush curve of your lips. The urge to sink your teeth into his probing digit churned within you, an impulse that you struggled to suppress.

How did it go south so fast? He wasn’t like this before.

“Even if s’just a seemingly harmless little lie just like the one you just uttered,” he continued, exhaling a sigh heavy with disappointment.

“When you lie, it makes me remember how much of a traitor you are.”

With a sharp press, his thumb breached the barrier of your closed lips, barely grazing the tips of your teeth. A shiver ran down your spine at the invasion as he skillfully maneuvered his thumb into the warm recesses of your mouth, grazing against the tender foliate of your tongue.

“Traitors, don’t deserve mercy y’know?” He mused.

Gritting your teeth, you bit down on the inside of your cheek to suppress the snarl that threatened to escape.

“But lucky for you, i love you, so I’ll be showin’ you mercy.”

“Love?” You repeated incredulously, your words muffled.

He claims to love you, despite the vile deeds he's committed? The audacity of those words sends a surge of rage coursing through your veins. You make a desperate move to chomp down on his finger, but limitless stopped you.

The moment you does so, Satoru laughs.

“See? You Fuckin’ traitor.” He snorts.

“Can’t even trust you for a second, can I?” he drawls, and your insides twist with guilt and terror when you realize what you almost did. 

Shit. You messed up.

“Thought that you’re a good girl by now but looks like you’re still on your rebellious phase, hm?” He taunts.

“I didn’t meant to—” You tried to defend yourself but he interrupted you.

“I’m speaking.” He said firmly, and you shifts, hand twitching.

“But i—”

“I said i’m speaking.” His voice now rose making you flinch.

“If I turn limitless off, you’d take a bite outta me, ‘m sure of that.” he said, shaking his head as he withdraws his now moistened finger from your trembling lips, tainted with your own saliva.

He was right, but you’re not gonna admit that. If he has limitless turned off, you’ll smash his head on the wall.

“I didn’t mean to..” You said, swallowing thickly. But you did meant to do that though.

Satoru rolled his eyes.

“When will you stop lying?”

“Never thought that suguru would raise such a brat, a traitor one and a liar, at that.”

He says wearily, rubbing his temples in exasperation.

“Gosh, such a careless father, letting his poor daughter go.. but hey, i can’t blame him now, can i?” He hums, stroking his chin.

“I mean... He’s the reason why i met my sweet little [Name] after all.”

The mere mention of suguru being careless made the fragile tether of your composure snap.

Suguru was not careless.

You hated it when people talk shit about Suguru.

Your eyes widened with furious intensity, your blood coursing hot with rage as a vein visibly throbbed on your forehead. Anger constricted your throat, making it difficult to even breathe. In a moment of pure instinct, you crossed your fingers together, ready to use your domain expansion.

CRACK!

However, before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he snapped your fingers, twisting it, sending a jolt of pain throughout your body.

“What did i tell you about trying to use your domain expansion again?” His questioning gaze intensified as he firmly grasped your fingers, causing your eyes to widen in shock.

Then another came.

CRACK!

Then a ripping sound echoed through your ears.

You felt a sharp pain as blood started to trickle down from where he had inflicted wounds on your fingers. Your heart sank as you heard the sound of your severed fingers hitting the ground.

A scream was about to escape from your lips until he silenced you with a forceful kiss. His teeth clashed against yours as he firmly gripped your hip, effortlessly flipping you over and pinning you down.  

As he broke away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva lingered between your mouths, and you felt like you're going to vomit.

“That’s the third time that you’re trying to use your domain expansion on me,” he snarls, seizing both of your wrists with one hand and securing them above your head while straddling you. 

“Haah.. ‘ve forgiven you for the other two times, but it’s getting annoying now. Try to use it once again and I’ll cut both of your hands off, okay?”

“There, there, don’t cry. It’s your own fault anyways.” Satoru comforts you as if he hadn’t just cut your fingers off. He gently licks the tears from your cheeks, savoring them as if they were sweet syrup, causing you to continue sobbing.

“Maybe if you weren’t so feisty and disobedient this wouldn’t happen... Suguru seriously forgot to teach you some manners, didn’t he?”

Shaking his head in disappointment, he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it, displaying a strange mix of affection and detachment despite the gruesome act he just committed.

Looking down at you, Satoru grins, his eyelashes fluttering shut like those of an angel, looking peaceful.

Looking so innocent despite doing gruesome things.

Just like the Devil In Disguise .

[dimenirvana]

Anime hottie ❤️‍🔥

Credit: @tinasnowslut on “X”

[livelaughlovesubs]

I had a super cute (?) Idea today I gotta share this

Imagine a vibrator that is connected to an app on your phone, but to make it move, you have to press a button. Not like an on/off button, but that it only moves when your finger’s on the button. So, if you don’t press it anymore, it stops vibrating.

That, and you convince your partner to wear it inside him under his clothes. Saying something like: “I’ll press it whenever I think of you ♡” before both of you go about your day.

Then throughout the day, you��d just randomly press the button every time you think of him, before letting go and going back to your usual routine. And he’s just shaking trying to hold back a moan at some place, yet feeling fuzzy at being ‘notified’ you just thought of him.

[cuntyji]

you were sure, without a doubt, that math had been invented by the devil himself—or at the very least, some ancient sadist who found joy in human suffering. and who else but the sumerians, the architects of civilization, to introduce numbers and wedge them into the very fabric of reality?

which brought you here, sprawled out on gojo satoru’s bed, textbooks and loose papers abandoned at the edge of the mattress, your laptop open but wholly ignored. your eyes were squeezed shut, thighs trembling, and brain struggling—desperately—to process the numbers being traced against your cunt with his tongue.

“you’re fidgeting too much,” he mumbled against your folds, the vibration of his voice sending another pulse of heat up your spine. he sounded amused, always so amused, as if he weren’t the one making this impossible.

“oh, i wonder why,” you bit back, and your sharp exhale turned into a shaky whimper when his tongue swirled again—slow, purposeful.

"mm, attitude," he teased, pulling back slightly. his glasses—he had insisted on keeping them on, of course, just to be extra insufferable—slipped an inch down his nose. he peered over them, a lazy grin on his lips, cerulean eyes twinkling with mischief. "you should be thanking me, you know. most people have to suffer through studying, but me? i’m making it fun for you, baby."

fun, he says. as if this wasn’t absolute torture.

"fun for you," you gritted out, propping yourself up on your elbows to glare down at him. it was hard to look menacing when your legs were thrown over his shoulders, his breath hot against your dripping cunt.

“fun for both of us,” he corrected, and before you could retort, he dove back in, tongue flat against your clit before spelling out a number with slow, languid strokes.

your back arched. fuck. that was—okay, that was definitely a six. or maybe a nine? shit.

he pulled back again, looking far too pleased with himself. “c’mon, princess. what’s the answer?”

you struggled to keep your voice even, mind still hazy. “si—sixty-nine?”

he huffed a laugh, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. “mmm, close, but not quite.”

"what do you mean not quite—"

before you could argue, he started again, this time tracing a much longer sequence of numbers, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through your core. your nails dug into the sheets, jaw slack. it took you a second—two, three?—before you realized: oh. he was giving you the answer to the long equation from earlier.

bastard.

“satoru—!”

“concentrate,” he chided, pausing just long enough to smirk up at you before resuming, each flick of his tongue slow, deliberate.

"i—i can't!"

"yes, you can," he murmured against you, tracing another swirl, another long stroke that had your toes curling. "you want that A, don’t you?"

your head lolled back, a moan slipping out before you could stop it. god, you hated him. hated how smug he was, how good he was.

"better get the answer right, or you're getting a big fat D," he chuckled, pressing a final, lingering kiss against your sensitive clit. "literally."

your breath hitched. okay. fine. if this was how he wanted to play, you were going to win this damn game.

you swallowed, chest heaving, and forced your scattered thoughts into something coherent. focus. deep breath. think of the numbers, not the way he was staring at you over the rim of his glasses, lips shiny with your slick, eyes full of challenge.

“eight…three…seven…five…” your voice wavered, but you kept going, pushing past the pleasure clawing at your mind.

gojo’s grin widened, and his grip on your thighs tightened just slightly. “atta girl.”

[specialgradefckr]

Cutest Girl Alive~

tw: explicit content. brat!reader, gojo is not a brat tamer he is a brat enjoyer, hate sex vibes, very very tsundere!reader, gojo is hilariously oblivious about how annoying he is, reader is kinda mean (not without reason...)

satoru gojo who just doesn't know what your problem is.

he really doesn't! suguru doesn't believe him, of course, but it's true - he didn't do anything. at least not anything that would warrant you asking if his "inbred, illiterate ass is too important to file a report".

ichiji said it was just because his paper backlog made things difficult for everybody. but the inbreeding comment was uncalled for!

his mom is super hot, though. he told you as much, and offered to set up a date, just in case you swung the other way.

unfortunately, the only thing that swung was your hand against his face, which didn't make contact, but it still hurt his feelings!

(you'd looked him dead in the eye. "good." walked away.)

and that wasn't just an isolated incident!

he'd caught you at the vending machine, bent over. satoru had politely refrained from slapping your ass and loudly announced how hot it was.

perfect gentleman!

whereupon you had turned around, smiling tightly, and offered him the soda.

"see," he teased, cracking it open, "i knew you could be nice if-"

the soda sprayed all over his face. your smile looked a little looser, a little realer, and your laugh - while awful and wicked - had been terribly adorable.

when he started to laugh with you, though, you just glared. rolled your eyes, and walked off in the middle of the conversation.

and just. random moments! your face falls into an admittedly cute pout (suguru says it's a grimace) whenever he walks into the room.

"how's your day been?"

"good, until you got here."

like, he's not crazy here. you're just being mean.

honestly, it's kind of funny. or it would be funny, if it didn't kind of hurt a little.

suguru doesn't get the same kind of response. when he begs, pleads, and bribes suguru into asking you what you don't like about him -

"if i had to say... everything."

whereupon suguru had burst out laughing.

mean!

but that's the thing, though. you were nice to suguru, to everyone else.

you're not a bitch. you're a bitch to him.

he's special.

you don't treat anybody else like this.

why is that, satoru ponders. why do you especially dislike him?

suguru says it's his shitty personality. joke's on suguru because his best friend has been some guy with a shitty personality for about a decade now! loser.

anyways, he comes up with a plan. he texts you from another phone and number, something perfectly random and polite. a picture of a cat he found on the street.

(you love cats so you'll definitely respond. he knows because he's been popping in on you for several weeks now. it's not stalking because he doesn't follow you! and that was so rude of suguru to say!)

the conversation that follows is perfectly pleasant. sweet, even. he enjoys it, right up until -

mean girl <3: hey could you do me a huge favor actually? satoru gojo: anything 4 u kitten!! mean girl <3: kill yourself gojo

his number is blocked.

whoops. wow. do you have a built in satoru gojo detector or something? what is he missing? what gave him away???

suguru looks over the texts and just stares at him blankly at the question.

"well? what could have clued her in?"

"oh, god... satoru, if you can't tell, just forget about it. and stop trying to fool her."

he probably should. stop, that is.

he's not following you but he's definitely teleporting into places he knows you'll be. trying to run into you. constantly. daily. hourly, even.

he likes to stay updated on all your missions. your favorite restaurants. maybe he watches you a little.

there's just something that draws him in. your quick wits, your derision. the way you look at him with all that fire.

you want to laugh at him. he wants to laugh with you.

and yeah, he gets rock hard when you yell at him. he'd let you slap him but you don't bother trying anymore after hitting his infinity that one time. bummer.

it's a late summer evening - sun still up, orange on the horizon. he's stuck filling out reports, you're stuck grading papers.

in silence, as always. you'd never speak to him unless it was to insult him.

"hey," satoru says all the sudden, "you wanna fuck?"

the silence that fills the room is colder, harder -

"are you fucking serious?" insulted, outraged - that's about what he expected.

but... if he looks with the six eyes... if he glances at your sympathetic nervous system, if he squints really hard and swears three times over, maybe he can convince himself -

"you're not totally against the idea, are you?" he draws himself up from the table, smirking.

hooking a finger in his blindfold like he's trying to remind you just how long they are.

you stare at him.

"dead serious," he confirms, "right here right now. i can be fast."

"i don't doubt it." oooh, there's that bite again, "i doubt i'd enjoy it."

his smile bares teeth.

"wanna bet?"

and fuck, just look at you now. look at you!

with all six eyes he is. and satoru likes what he sees.

hunched over, teary eyed. face bright red. you used to scowl at him with that face, that pretty face, all hard lines and snarled lips -

and look at you now! so cute and precious and soft! so sweet he wants to take a bite out of you.

you even yelp, adorably, when he nips at the inside of your thigh. sensitive, twitchy.

he's dizzy with it. with the taste of you, of your cum. your high pitched little whimpers in his ears are still ringing in his ears, along with your mean retorts.

"where's your smart mouth now, baby?" he teases, lips glossy with your slick.

and god, it's even fucking hotter watching you try to glare while blushing and trembling and blinking away tears of overstimulation.

"sh-shut up and put your dick in me, gojo," you bite out, "if you even know how."

you jolt when he kisses your cunt, looking you in the eyes while he does it.

"awh, you poor thing," he cooes, crawling up your chest to go face-to-face, even as another hand goes to dig his cock out of his pants, "so impatient."

he can tell it riles you up. that you don't know what to do, trapped in his gaze.

"fuck off, gojo."

"i'll fuck you," he says with a snicker, kissing your throat. like he knows you won't let him kiss your lovely little pouty face.

how could he not have seen it before?

(well, he had his blindfold on for one. but the principle of you being unsettled by your attraction towards him still stands!)

he lines himself up, nice and easy. feels your unsteady hands reach, cling to his shoulders, and that's almost as hot.

you look down to avoid his gaze, but then your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. huge and pink and throbbing.

"yummy, right?" he croons, "you can have a taste after if you want. you're so sweet, you deserve a lick or two."

you make this sharp gasp, the most adorable, helpless noise, your whole body jerking as he plunges into you, and satoru nearly cums just from that.

cute. cute cute cute cute so fucking cute he's gonna go crazy.

he bites at the place your shoulder meets your neck just to sate himself. soft skin, tender flesh. salty and slick from sweat.

you melt in his mouth. around his dick. whimpering and sniffling and mewling little demands.

"get on with it, gojo, fuck, is this your first time - "

"first time fucking a cunt this wet?" he purrs between sucking marks on your neck, "yeah, baby. it's crazy, how much you want me."

"you went down on me for like," another high-pitched squeak as he nips your ear, "t-ten minutes, dumbass. of course i'm wet!"

your hands claw at him, trembling just like your voice.

he shoves himself in, all the way to the hilt, disintegrating any coherence you had left. all you can do is cry out, wailing when his long fingers brush over your poor, swollen, tender clit.

"awh, baby, you can take it," he croons. his heart does a little delighted flutter when he sees your (utterly kissable) lips purse in annoyance, only to fall apart again when he pumps back into you.

"run out of nasty things to say, huh, baby?" satoru swears he can feel your pretty little clit twitching and pulsing at his touch, just like his cock throbs inside you.

his eyes glitter as he thrusts in and out. god, your hot fucking body tensing and shuddering against him, the exhaustion warring with pleasure and aggravation on your face.

there's not a single part of you that isn't utterly fixated on him. in this moment he's the most important thing in your world.

and it's glorious. your cunt is clenching him like a vice, unraveling him almost as far as he's already unwound you. little moans spill from your mouth, music to his ears.

that face, god, that fucking gorgeous face that's always frowning at him. so pretty now.

"look at you," he pants, close so close, "god, you're - such a bitch all the time - you just needed a good fucking, huh?"

satoru snatches your face by the jaw, looking you straight in the eyes.

they're all wet and messy and a little bit red. he's so close he has to press hard, fast circles into your clit to get you closer, closer -

"f-fuck," you sob, "fuck, hngh, you-"

he licks your tears off your cheeks, "just needed some good cock, huh? that's all it takes to shut your mean little mouth?"

clawing at his back. he feels you squeezing him for all he's worth, milking him -

"fuck, i'm cumming," he groans, bursting hot and liquid in your tight cunt.

you gulp down heavy, airy breaths. delicate noises as you tremble in his arms.

fuck, you're so gorgeous. satoru lays you back, your lashes fluttering, face flushed, spread out on the desk all limp and exhausted.

his ravished beauty. his little spitfire.

"see," he cooes, cupping your cheek, "all sweet for me now that you're filled with my cum. see how nice it feels when you're good for me?"

your hands shoot up, slapping his hand away, covering your face.

"your mouth is literally only good for eating pussy."

he laughs, leaning in to hold you against him. "and yours is only good for talking shit."

"maybe if you weren't such an asshole you'd know better." you snap, pulling back, sliding him out of you with a little gasp that gets his cock twitching again.

he whines at the loss of you, "awh, come on, don't be like that."

you roll your eyes. it's pretty incredible how well you're composing yourself, fixing your clothes and hair. taking a deep breath as you pointedly ignore his pestering and prepare to leave.

his bitchy, pretty baby. so much less intimidating when he's seen you moaning and cumming in his mouth - but he thinks you're even more adorable now.

"i gave you more than your fair share of orgasms, didn't i? show me what else it's good for~" he sings, staring at you the whole time.

you ignore him until you're dressed again. glancing at him from the corner of your eye. turning away.

"...next week after class." you say, stopping just before you leave, "i don't like owing people."

"heh." satoru watches you dart out the door, shutting it briskly behind you, smiling to himself.

maybe you thought he couldn't see it - as if he isn't always watching your face - but just before you left, he could tell.

the faintest dusting of pink on your cheeks...

you really are the cutest girl alive, huh?

(megumi tells him to stop whistling that day - he doesn't stop for an entire week.)

[blue-armadillo]

when you tell him it's probably small and he just smiles at you.

a/n: inspired by this instagram reel lol

"i bet it's really small," you tease.

he doesn't say anything. just looks you straight in the eye and smiles, nodding gently.

this little reaction of his has your pussy throbbing. and as he sits across from you, a devilish smirk plastered on his face, you realise just how wrong you'd been.

and wrong you were.

you spend the rest of the night with your face buried deep in his pillow and your hole stuffed full of his enormous cock. your ass is in the air in a filthy doggy and your freshly manicured fingernails are digging into the fabric of his bedsheets because your fragile pussy just can't take it anymore.

"what's wrong, baby? already such a mess? you haven't even taken half of me yet." you could practically hear the sneer in his voice. the idiot.

you open your puffy, pink mouth to retort but what escapes your lips is a needy whine. "stop- ahn! what do you mean half? there's m-more???"

he chuckles softly. "it's okay, you can take it. didn't you say my cock is really small?"

oh, you were gonna get him back someday.

[rodolfoparras]

Free use but not really free use with homophobic misogynistic dude bro, who will let you fuck him in the library after a long day of studying for exams not that he has much of an option, at first he’s begging please not here come on anyone can just walk in but he only spreads his legs when you spit on your fingers before you rub them against his rim, reluctantly bends over the table while his eyes are glued to the door, tells you to “just hurry up or we’ll get caught here”but he’s painfully hard, cock flush against the wooden table and rubbing against it with every thrust, “mph fuck hurts ah- hurts sir” but won’t ask you to stop, practically slobbering all over the table while you’re ramming into his cunt, eyes slowly turning bleary and unfocused as he continues to watch the door, the look quickly turning into one of terror when he hears a voice, tries to push you away but he’s stuck in such a compromising position all he can manage is a weak push to the chest, and you’re stood there laughing while the sweet thing is begging you to “ pull out please!”

But you refuse to do that, so he does everything in his power to stay quiet - biting down on the palm of his hand or on his lips til it bleeds -while you’re continuously ramming into him, at some point you grow tired of the muffled grunts and groans and tell him you won’t let him cum if he doesn’t make some sounds, suddenly you have the sweet thing telling you how good he feels how he loves daddy’s cock even begging and pleading you to let him cum please!,

you watch the last bit of pride slowly be stripped away from him while tears continuously trickle down his cheeks, the only consoling he gets is when you lean into his ear and whisper to him not to worry “you sound like a girl anyway” and if someone were to walk in they’d see him with his back flushed against your chest, his pathetic little cock in the palm of you hand, and this big bad dude who claims he hates gay ppl so much sounding like a girl as he begs to cum on another man’s cock.

[solemnandsleazy]

[saerannical]

"You said you don't want to fight... let's solve this as adults then, shall we?" 📿

[hopesangelsprite]

His Little Angel

Pairing: ClanLeader!Gojo x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being the big boss of an infamous Jujutsu sorcerer family can be pretty hard, but being the wife of said boss is even harder.

Warnings: Groping, Dacryphilia, Size Difference, Gojo's Powers, Virginity Loss, Slightly Mean Gojo, Pet Names (Angel, Little Love, etc.), Overstim, Cunnilingus, Semi- Public Sex (behind closed doors but people are still around-), Creampie

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

The first few months at the Gojo estate were arguably the hardest months of your life.

Everything from the elders to the wedding day, the stares and whispers that came with your new title of Madam Gojo; all of it seemed to be a part of some elaborate scheme designed to drive you insane. It didn't help that your husband was almost never around, busy with meetings and overseeing that the Gojo name remained sacred. His absence only gave way to more rumors, whispers of you being unable to fulfill your roles as a wife, that your marriage was one of convenience and that your affections lay with another man.

Only half of that was true. While your marriage had been arranged, born of the necessity to produce a strong, viable heir, your affections lay with no one other than your estranged husband. Though you didn't know him well, you respected the hell out of him for being able to take on the weight of the world and maintain composure under the constant watch of it. You only wished he'd allow you to take part of that weight away, to slow down enough to let you do your duties as at least a business partner if not his wife. "Madam, you're scowling again.", came a quiet voice from behind you, "You'll get wrinkles.". As your consciousness came back to you, you found that you were indeed scowling. The troubles were beginning to get to you.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as your features softened, eyes darting up to glance at your handmaid in the mirror. "My apologies, I seem to be more tired than usual.", you mused as you watched her fingers carefully detangle your hair. In all honesty, it was a surprise you hadn't keeled over from exhaustion yet. Ever since you'd said your vows, your hands had been very full and very busy. Though Satoru took care of mostly everything, there was still quite a lot to fulfill on your end as well. If you weren't overseeing food and flower selections, you were playing nice with the elder ladies at the estate. Being cordial was tiresome and quickly becoming stale.

At your words, the hands in your hair stilled and the eyes trained on you in the mirror narrowed. "You aren't falling ill are you, Madam?", came that same small voice, this time laced with suspicion. You quickly shook your head and sat up straighter in your chair. "No, no.", you answered as smoothly as you could, "I just need a bit more rest, that's all!". There was a moment of silence before she nodded and continued to brush your hair.

That was another thing about the residents of the Gojo estate, they all were obsessed with your health. You understood that you needed to be healthy to produce an heir, but being under constant watch and polite restriction was agitating. It drove you to respect your husband even more when you considered the standard of perfection that he held himself to. After a few more minutes of quiet conversation, your handmaid withdrew from your chamber with a bow leaving you in silence.

The longer you stared into your own reflection, the deeper you found yourself slipping into your mind. On the outside, you were a picture of perfection, pristine and pretty with all the makings of a great partner, but on the inside... on the inside you were falling apart at the seams. You thought you had what it took to be the wife of the strongest, you had been raised to possess all the independence, intelligence, and talent your parents could give you. Still, it all seemed to amount to nothing in comparison to the cunning politics at the Gojo estate where every word had a double meaning, and every smile hid something sinister behind it. Though you had only been married for a short time, you honestly were beginning to think you weren't cut out to be a wife to the man people revered and worshipped.

Behind you, the sound of your door sliding open once again drew you back to reality. Your eyes flickered upward expecting to see that your handmaid had returned only to find yourself staring into the cerulean eyes of your husband. He entered into the room with a grace unknown to normal humans, bowing his head as he crossed the threshold with arms tucked into his haori. The door slid shut behind him, his presence commanding all of infinity to draw to him as well as your full attention. You stood with quickness, bowing deeply while fighting to calm the racing of your heart. "Welcome home, Gojo-sama.", you spoke politely into the room that now seemed to be buzzing with electricity.

A deep, sultry chuckle filled the silence of the room, and you swore the candles around you flickered for a moment afterward. "Rise.", he commanded, and your body followed suit, "There's no need for formalities here.". A sudden heat washed over you at the timber of his voice, stern yet cordial as if the only interactions you'd had with him since your wedding day weren't in passing. As you took in the sight of him, however, any sort of ill feelings you'd been harboring disintegrated into nothingness. Gojo Satoru was a vision of beauty itself. He was tall and broad, standing proudly as his snowy hair fluttered in a nonexistent breeze. His eyes were a sharp blue that pierced into the innermost parts of your being, carefully analyzing all that made you you with every flutter of his wispy lashes. At your silence, his pretty pink lips turned upward into a smirk, the rosy color a stark contrast from his milky white skin.

"I hear that you've been hiding things from me... that you've begun to overexert yourself with the duties of the estate.", he purred with a darkness that made your heart flutter, "My duties.". Your eyes widened at his words, your head shaking in denial as you mentally cursed your handmaid for running her mouth. "I am perfectly well, I assure you.", you replied earning a deep hum, "As for the duties... I was under the impression that I was doing the tasks of a wife, of a partner.".

Gojo traversed the room silently, his footfalls eerily quiet as he invaded your space with an odd gentleness. Now that he was closer, your senses were bombarded with a heavy mint vanilla scent that wafted off him in waves; it made you dizzy. "As a partner, perhaps.", he began while taking your chin between his index finger and thumb and leaning in closer, "But as a wife, your only duties are to live comfortably, look pretty, and serve me well.". From the steeliness in his eyes to the gentle tightening of his grip, it was clear that this wasn't a suggestion and most definitely not up for discussion. A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes as if he could read your mind; you wouldn't be surprised if he could.

"Do you understand, angel?", he pressed while standing up straight and towering over you to which you nodded. With a shaky exhale, you poured your remaining courage into words and answered him, "Yes. I understand, Gojo-sama.". He hummed again, eyes darting over your figure unabashedly. The heat from earlier returned with fervor as you fidgeted under his gaze; the feeling of being exposed screaming at you to hide yourself from him, but his existence demanded that you stay put, that you submit yourself to him. "There goes that damned title again.", he said with a click of his tongue more to himself than you, "Seems like I'll have to cleanse it from your palate.". Before you could fully process his words, his mouth was on yours.

The kiss started slow, gradually increasing in intensity as you let him lead you. The cool of his lips and the mint on his tongue made your spine tingle, a shiver slithering down it as his tongue invaded your mouth drawing from you a whimper. As the kiss deepened, you felt Gojo's hands begin undoing the ribbons of your kimono, the silky fabric sliding of your shoulders to further expose you to him.

More layers began to fall from you until you were bare, shaking under the cool touch of your husbands' hungry hands. For a moment, the air around you grew static with electricity, and as the tension thickening it dissipated you realized that you were no longer in your bedroom. The scent and feel of an unfamiliar mattress greeted you as Gojo broke the kiss to begin marking a trail down the column of your neck. It took you a second, but the realization eventually settled in; he'd used his powers. The thought sent a wave of arousal pouring from you.

More slick began to trickle from you as his lips descended lower and lower until he was placing open mouthed kisses over your clothed mound. Your heart skipped a few beats as you watched him remove the soaked white fabric from you, and your heart nearly gave out completely as he separated your clenched thighs with ease. A strangled moan escaped him as he took in the sight of your cunt, lips plush and coated. "I suggest you be a good little wife and let me have my way with you.", he hissed, and a sudden rush of air made you tremble, "I'd hate to have to pin you down.".

Gojo didn't hesitate to flatten his tongue against your slit, licking upward until his lips latched onto your clit. A breathy moan fluttered from your chest as he sucked hard, cyan colored eyes locked on you as he started devouring you like a man starved. The unfamiliar sensation of his tongue swirling between your folds made your hips buck, your hands gripping the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself. Between your legs, Gojo had descended into madness; the sweetness of your pretty pussy intoxicating him with every swallow he drank down. As he suckled at your pearl, breathy moans met his ears, and he felt you begin to shake and inch up the bed.

He released your folds with a wet pop and nipped at your bud, a warning for you to hold still before pulling you back onto his mouth with dark eyes. You tried to protest but the words were ripped from your throat before you could utter them. Another long lick was dealt to your cunt followed by the prodding of his long fingers at your entrance. As his tongue flicked rapidly across your clit, the tips of his fingers pushed past your entrance and began to scissor you open. The pressure that'd been building in your belly grew unbearable, tears prickling at your lash line as a hum from Gojo sent vibrations straight to your core. You opened your mouth to warn him of your impending release just as his fingertips brushed against a spongey spot deep within your velvety walls. You shuddered, vision going white, as your cunt clamped down on his digits; the orgasm rushing over you, pulling loud pleas from your kiss bitten lips.

He let you ride out your high a few moments before separating himself from your folds. He watched you struggle to regain control of your body with pride, hands busy with undressing himself and freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. By the time the spots had cleared from your visage, he'd placed your ankles on his broad shoulders and aligned himself with your entrance. You gasped as you watched his fat, pink mushroom tip slip through your lips. "W-wait! Gojo-sama-", you called only to be silenced by a hard stare from him. "Satoru.", he corrected you with a slap of his tip against your puffy clit, "You'll refer to me as Satoru from now on.".

You nodded, eyes still fixed on the massive length preparing to split you open, possibly split you apart. "Satoru, t-there's no way that'll fit inside me.", you tried to reason with him, "I've never... It'll break me.". A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he started to grind against your mound, precum mixing with your slick and covering his member.

"Don't worry, angel. I'll make it fit.", he assured you as he rolled his hips forward to catch on your entrance. Inch by inch, Satoru began sinking into your cunt with shallow thrusts. The sting of being stretched well past your limits caused the tears that'd welled behind your lash line to fall from your eyes in streaks. At the sight, Satoru cooed and licked them away between whispered apologies and sweet nothings. He promised you that the pain would go away soon, a lie he partially felt bad for telling you. Afterall, he wasn't even halfway in yet.

When he did finally bottom out, he fought against the urge to fuck you into the mattress. Instead, he busied himself with adjusting the both of you, with manhandling you into a deep mating press. In that position, all your senses were once again overwhelmed with him. You could feel the tickle of his snowy locks against your forehead, his scent further addling your already frazzled brain. Your mind only slipped further away when Satoru pulled out completely to slam his hips into yours.

He fucked into you with long, deep strokes, pace slow and torturous. Any pain from earlier was chased away with white hot pleasure, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you fought to keep yourself quiet. You could only imagine what the elders would think of you if they heard you getting ruined, what the maids would whisper about if they heard the sound of Satoru's hefty balls smacking against your ass.

He wasn't having it, though. Swiftly, Satoru took your face into one of his huge hands, squishing your lips into a soft oh. "Ah ah ah, don't you fucking think about it.", he growled as he picked up the pace, "Keep that pretty mouth open for me, little love. I don't give a damn about who hears.". The knot in the pit of your stomach tightened at his words and he didn't miss how you clamped down on his cock. He chuckled at the sensation and took a moment to suck your tongue into his mouth before trickling a large globule of saliva into your own. He pulled back, hips now pistoning into yours as his high drew closer.

Moans and broken pleas bubbled from your chest with every drag and bump of his tip against your cervix, barely registering when Satoru's hand snaked between your bodies to rub quick circles into your already buzzing clit. A desperate scream escaped you at the staticky pops of his cursed energy against the sensitive bundle of nerves. " 'Toru, please!", you sobbed as the knot grew dangerously close to snapping, "I c-can't take it anymore!".

He couldn't hear you though, he was too far away, too pussydrunk to comprehend your words or the flicker of the candles around him. A feral growl tore from his chest as he pounded into you harder. You would've been done for had his reverse technique failed to hold you together while he ravaged you with the selfish intent of pumping you full of cum. He dealt you a few more long thrusts before your chest pressed into his, back arching off the bed. You came with a silent scream, body shaking underneath his as you blacked out for a moment and drenched his cock in a fresh wave of slick. As your walls spasmed around his pulsating head, Satoru's balls tightened and emptied into your needy pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck!",he hissed through clenched teeth, "That's my pretty little wife, take my cum.".

It took several minutes for either of you to begin coming down, Satoru's hips grinding into yours as he fucked his cum deeper into your still fluttering walls. You shivered as even more overstimulation took hold of you. A sudden knock came from the outside of the room, a timid, flustered voice calling for Satoru to meet with the elders; down the hallway you heard the overlapping voices of angry men drawing nearer. You gasped as you felt his teeth scrape against your collarbones, blatantly ignoring the summons he'd just been issued. "Don't worry about them, pretty girl.", he warned, and you felt his cock stiffen again.

"They're the least of your worries tonight.".

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about toji the ultimate brat tamer vs two big brats – you and satoru.

you both talked big at first; about how he couldn't handle the two of you at the same time, about how he'd be the one to fold first, about how you'd make him whimper and moan, and yet...

here you are - laying on top of satoru, half limp, while getting pounded like there's no tomorrow. eyes hazy and threatening to roll back inside your head, tears run over the apples of your cheeks and drool trickles from the side of your mouth. he's filling you up so fucking good that you can't even properly moan – the only sounds leaving your pretty lips being shaky breaths and mewls. toji's heavy balls slap against you with every rough thrust and your ass stings from all the times he's slapped your soft, sensitive skin.

toji watches your tight little hole with hungry eyes, he watches you swallow him, he watches himself disappear deep inside you. you're so fucking warm and you feel delicious around him – he's addicted already. he's the only reason you're still half-up on your knees, his big calloused hands hold onto your waist like his life depends on it. he's not letting you go anywhere, no matter how much you want to run from him, from the pleasure.

"'s too much. i– i can't." his dick twitches inside you at your broken whine, clearly enjoying the state that you're in.

"nah." he rasps back. "don't think 's enough, actually."

toji's fingers bruise your skin as he pushes down on your back, making you arch even more for him. he takes his knee from the bed and places it down beside your trembling thigh. he's reaching new depths with this new position and he chuckles darkly when he sees your jaw fall slack.

above you, satoru lets out a muffled groan.

gagged and tied up – the only thing he can do is watch toji fuck your brains out. he can't even hold you, he can't even taste you...

he's never been this hard in his entire life.

your cheek is smushed against his lower stomach and you can feel his cock rubbing against your chest with every thrust toji makes. you're drooling all over satoru and fuck – he really just wishes he could kiss you.

his glassy blue eyes travel from your sweaty body to the man behind you, and he's met with the meanest grin.

"strongest one, hm?"

toji has never felt more powerful than he does in this moment. the legendary satoru gojo – finally at his mercy. tears cascade down his flushed cheeks and his adam's apple bobs, his skin is covered in red marks and sweat, and even though your own body hides satoru's - toji knows he's rock hard. the poor guy can't stop squirming and twitching underneath you, muffled mewls fill the air around you as his head lolls back against the headboard every two seconds.

the tip of his cock grazes against your soft skin but it's far from enough – a layer of his pre-cum coats your chest and your tummy and it's all just so fucking dirty.

toji fucking loves it.

he's going to pound you into the mattress while he watches satoru cry the prettiest tears. he's going to pump you full of his cum and then he's going to eat it out of you until you're passing out from overstimulation while satoru humps the air out of desperation. this is what you both get for talking back to him, for pushing his buttons.

he will make you both beg for his forgiveness and then he'll get to laugh and he'll get to mock – he's not stopping until you're both so fucking cockdrunk that the only thing you remember is his name.

you're both his little playthings now.