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animehideout · 9 months

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Hello!! can you do a gojo x reader and like gojo is always on a lot of trips to kill curses and stuff and everytime he comes back home all he wants to do is just sleep with you and it starts making you think he only wants you for your body but she just keeps that thought to herself cuz she thought if she tells gojo he might end their relationship untill something happens and she finally breaks down leaving gojo to comfort her

Please and thank you!

My One And Only

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader ( Reader thinks Gojo is using her for her body )

a/n: thank you anon for this request, I really hope you enjoy this one. And remember guys, don't bottle up your feelings, talk it out , communication is the key <33 love y'all and stay safe.

Warnings 🔞: SMUT NSFW MDNI / NOT PROOFREAD.

Song recommendation: I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young 🎶

♪I never meant to start a fire, I never meant to make you bleed.. I'll be a better man today♪

You sat on your bed, clutching your phone tightly after reading a message from your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru: { Get ready for me, princess. I can't wait till I get home and have you all to myself, all night }.

The words, the familiar message, never seemed to change. While you longed for a more thoughtful, romantic message, disappointment crept in every time you unlocked your phone. You understand his busy schedule and duty as the strongest sorcerer, exorcising curses and protecting others, but what about your feelings? Who protects them?

He's often away on trips, since the higher-ups depend on him for everything. You've always taken pride in his skills and capabilities, that earned the trust of others, making the world feel safer with his presence. But, your bed remains cold, your house feels empty, and he's not physically present when you're sad, need to vent, or simply want to share a laugh. The persistent feeling of loneliness creeps in, filling your mind with unwanted thoughts. Each night concludes with a heavy sigh, as you find solace in cuddling your pillow, questioning the nature of your relationship with him.

You meet once a week, you'd eagerly set the scene for cozy moments ; snuggling, watching a movie, going on a date, or simply chilling and talking. Yet, it always veers into having sex. You love him and want him as much as he wants you but you can't help the disappointment you've felt

“Is he using me?”,

the same thought echoes in your mind week after week. You wanted to communicate your feelings, but the words linger unspoken at the tip of your tongue, always swallowed back, completely offering yourself to him.

Night fell swiftly, the clock ticked so fast, and there you were sat on your bed, half naked, waiting like he told you. You could have refused, but you simply didn't. you missed him and craved the way he touches you, the way he makes you scream his name, the way your eyes tear up from how good and deep he's pounding inside you. The way air gets stuck in your throat when his big veiny hands circle around your delicate neck. You wanted every bit of it, there's no denying in that.

The front door swung open and closed, signaling Satoru's arrival. Your heart quickened, anticipation the long night that waited ahead

“Hey, baby..” he began,

placing his keys on the nightstand and giving you a peck. You managed a weak smile.

“Did you miss me?” he added, stripping himself. “Come on, join me for a shower and help me wash up”.

He gently pulled you towards the bathroom.Your back was pressed to his chest, as he left a trail of kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck. The warm water relaxing each tensed muscle. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation. The steam raising from the shower, created a gentle fog turning the bathroom into a cozy space. Too emersed into the cute moments of peace,

“Maybe tonight will be different, maybe he'll stay and won't leave after sex like he always does, saying that he needs to be at work again” you thought to yourself,

hoping that this night, he proves all what you've been overthinking for the last weeks in wrong, but shorty you were pressed against the bathroom wall, warm water still running. A surprised gasp left your mouth at the sudden movement. The cold wall that Gojo pinned you against sent shivers down your spine.

“I can't wait any longer” he whispered to your ear. He turned you and now you're chest hitting the wall, “bend over a bit for me, babygirl” he demanded, growing impatient by each passing second.

A groan escaped his mouth when your tighteness welcomed his hardened cock. A soft moan, slipped from your parted lips as he started moving. The rhythmic sound of water droplets echoed and mixed with the wet clapping sounds, and your moans. Your eyes rolled back, too needy for him as he fucked that spot again and again,

“I fucking love fucking you, I love fucking your body, this pussy is all what I can think about” he said panting.

Little did he know that what he said but turn you off so quickly. Your body, is it all what he wants? he didn't even say 'I love you', his sweet talk was all about what satisfied him, but enough,

“Can you stop please” you said out of the blue, making him look in confusion but kept on going,

“already tired? I've planned a long night for us..but if you want me to stop use your safe word” he chuckled.

“I SAID STOP” you snapped.

Under different circumstances, you'd find joy in his words. However, with all those unspoken emotions weighing on you, hearing him say something like that became your breaking point. He stood still, a hint of concern in his voice as he asked,

“D-did I do something wrong?” His hands rested on your hips from behind.

In that quiet moment, only the sound of the water stream filled the air before you spoke again,

“I don't want to continue, pull it out”.

“Hah is this some kind of joke? why on earth would I stop?”

“Because I don't want to”

“Dont lie to me Y/n, I know you want it, I won't pull out”

“Satoru...please” you said as you moved his hands from your hips.

His brows furrowed as he distanced himself from your body, pulling his length out of you, giving you what you requested. You cleaned yourself and then stepped out of the shower wrapped in your towel, while he observed silently.

Seated on the edge of your bed, you waited for him to join you.He carefully settled beside you, his gaze unwavering on your form.

“So, are you going to tell me why the hell you did that?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Without meeting his eyes, you murmured, “Do you even love me, Satoru?” Your gaze remained fixed on the floor.

“What kind of question is this?”

“Just fucking answer it” you spat out in a harsh tone, catching him off guard.

“I do, of course I love you”

“Haha, funny. Why'd you lie? You just love my body, Satoru, don't you?”

“I love you and I love your body. Can you please explain it to me clearly? Cuz I failed to get your point”

“Oh is that so? okay then I'll explain to you, I'll explain to you how I've been feeling for weeks now, how I'm always left alone, how you always show up once a week, have sex with me and then leave as if I'm your fuck toy, I'll explain how you don't even care, cuz you only care about how to pleasure yourself... I'M NOT YOUR SLUT GOJO SATORU”You yelled.

Caught off guard by you, his blue eyes widened mirroring the disbelief that etched across his face. Your words hung in the air, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“A-are you serious?”

“YES I'M FUCKING SERIOUS, IF YOUR FEELINGS TOWARDS ME FADED THEN JUST SAY IT SATORU, BUT DON'T YOU DARE TO FUCK ME EVER AGAIN”

You broke down into tears, hugging your knees, wet hair falling on your face, chest still heavy even though you let out all of your concerns.

“No, no, don't cry, Y/n. Baby, look at me, please” he said softly, a hint of panic in his deep voice.

His fingers gently lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze. Kissing away your tears, he whispered,

“Don't ever think like this again. I love you, Y/n I always have and always will, and nothing can change that”

“Then why'd you leave? It feels like you throw me away everytime after getting what you wanted from me” you expressed with a quiver in your voice.

“I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared they might harm you, which is why I minimized our dates”

“Who might hurt me?”

“The sorcerers working against me and the special grade curses. I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you”

“You know I'll be fine. You don't need to overthink it like that. It's not even my point yet—”

“I know, I know, thats it's always us having sex? thinking that I'm taking advantage of your body? Why didn't you tell me earlier baby? We could've talked it out, I could've explained, we could've done something else... It's just that's how I express love to you, through physical intimacy. I thought you liked it, I thought you were enjoying it. That's why I didn't stop. And I'm sorry about that..” he whispered, looking down, visibly disappointed in himself.

Your gaze lingered on him; you believed him, of course, you just needed that reassurance.

“I thought if I told you you'd break up with me and leave–”

His heart ached, how could you possibly think of that when he loved you with each fiber in his body.

“L-leave you? my life is meaningless without you Y/n how could I ever leave you” he explained pain visible in his tone.

You shrugged, sniffling, looking at him with your teary eyes..

“Come here” he signaled for you to move closer.

His large arms enveloped you in a bear hug as you sat on his lap.

“I love you for you, for your personality, your mind, your laugh, for the way you find beauty in everything. I never meant to disappoint you, and it will never happen again. Next time, if something bothers you, just talk it out and don't bottle it up. I want you to be comfortable all the time, okay?” he exclaimed, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded slowly, further burying your head in his bare chest, your warm breath tickling his skin.

“How about we cuddle and watch your favorite movie? I'll take a day off tomorrow so we can spend more time together, and you're right; I shouldn't be overthinking that much. From now on, not gonna minimize any date, instead, I'll work harder on keeping you safe all the time...You're my one and only Y/n!!” he said with a wide smile, lifting your spirits once again.

You spent the night in each other's arm, eating popcorn and pastries, laughing and joking around, till both of you fell asleep... You indeed helped him learn how to treat you better, helped him express his love in other ways, helped him to take into account your feelings. Communication is all what both of you needed from the very beginning.

Satoru made a promise to you and to himself, to devote his life, strength and efforts to you and your relationship.

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toji-sweetheart · 28 days

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𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐬. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨

synopsis: Summer brings a lot more than just heat from the sun when you find yourself in between Satoru and Suguru.

wc: 1.2k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + generic smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + you have an oc brother + nipple play + modern/college/frat boy au + there will be a part two!

You've always been so sweet, like sugared honey and sunshine all boxed up in the prettiest package, one that neither Satoru nor Suguru were allowed to have a peek at under the silk bow to tie you together.

Now that you're older you have a bit of a bite that only intrigued them.

Kanji, your older brother and best friend of the two most popular frat boys that roamed the campus, Gojo and Geto are names you'll never forget seeing that you grew up with them and all the girls fell at their feet like they were statues that could bring them good luck.

When in reality, it was just a good fuck they wanted.

It was wrong to lust after you and to have dirty conversations on what they thought you'd like the most, and some secrets they'd take to a grave. Like Satoru naming his pocket pussy after you.

Spring gave way to summer ending your busy days of classes and studying, something you threw yourself into to make sure you graduated top of your class and get your dream job.

So much so that you signed up for online summer classes, anything to get more credit to lighten your load and with only one year to go you kept your head down and opted to move back home with Kanji.

Which in turn meant that Satoru and Suguru were over a lot, more times than not they stayed over eating all the food and keeping the TV on a disrespectable volume knowing it would irritate you to no end. "If you don't turn it down I'm shoving the remote up your ass!"

Crinkled blue eyes met yours that were lit with a fire. "Kinky." He teased making you roll your eyes and stomp into the kitchen wishing your parents were here to keep the peace, you and Kanji always argued, almost every day and never saw eye to eye on anything.

Summer brought forth a heat wave that kept everyone inside or if they were lucky enough to have a pool they'd be out there and right now that sounded like a good idea. Ignoring the three men in the living room you headed upstairs to your bedroom frozen in time.

Everything you kept from your childhood and teenagers stayed up reminding you of simpler days when all you had to worry about was making friends and somehow keeping them while fighting Kanji.

Rifling through your dresser you found a bathing suit that still fit thankfully. Armed with a towel and sunscreen you headed back downstairs having no choice but to walk through the living room.

Satoru and Suguru's attention was on you as soon as they saw what you wearing, their eyes roaming over every inch of your skin that left them salivating and trying to fix the boner that threatened to leave a tent in their shorts. "No one wants to see that!" Kanji called out.

You rolled your eyes hearing him as you grabbed a water bottle before slamming the door to the patio once you were outside, the heat almost knocked you back and instantly you began to sweat.

Kicking your flip-flops off you made a beeline for the pool and dove in under the cool water that made you shiver, when you broke the water's surface you saw Suguru and Satoru standing at the edge.

"Your brother got a call from his girlfriend, she needed a ride home." It was Geto who spoke as he sat down dipping his feet and legs into the water making you scrunch your nose as you rolled your eyes.

They liked the game of you ignoring them only to end up humping your pillow late at night when you thought no one was awake, but they could hear your bed creaking from the room next door, followed by their names rolling off your tongue like a chant.

The water felt like an oasis to the heat as you swam from the deep end to the stairs before getting out to dry off and apply some sunscreen sitting on the chair. "Need help with that?" Satoru asked with a cocky grin that gave you a second heartbeat in your pussy.

You wouldn't admit it to their faces but he and Geto were ethereal looking, polar opposites with snow white hair and crystal blue eyes that you wanted to swim in and long black hair with coffee-colored eyes that you could stare in forever given the chance. "No, thanks."

Despite your answer, he settled himself behind you taking the bottle from your hand and shushing your whine with another smirk. Geto watched from his spot still letting the sun wash over him turning the man into a God. He was beyond gorgeous and you wanted him.

The stories you've heard about them tag teaming were very detailed and graphic, enough to keep your mind busy when you let it invade the edges of your thoughts. "Don't make it slippery Gojo." Geto murmured as he stood, water dripping from his legs and feet.

He came over to you and took the front of the lounger sandwiching you between their warm bodies all the while having a silent conversation. Satoru's slender fingers untied the top knot of your bathing suit making you squeak and cover your breasts. "Gojo!"

"What? I don't want to miss an inch of that pretty skin of yours." He leaned forward until his chin rested on your shoulder, his breath caressed your ear like a lover stroking their lovers cheek.

Your eyes met Suguru's as he tugged your top completely off letting it fall to the ground with a wet thump but with all the blood rushing in your ears you didn't hear it when you felt the cold sunscreen being slathered on your shoulders and back dropping further down.

Suguru took the tube from him squirting the cream into his palm before dropping his gaze to your hands which you promptly dropped slowly feeling heat flush your entire being. A small groan escaped your lips as he lathered the sunscreen into your skin, his fingers brushing against your nipples making you shiver and sigh.

Satoru chuckled as his fingers skated above the hem of your bottoms making you tense. "If you think I'd let you finger me with sunscreen on your hands you're insane." You hummed letting your eyes shut.

"Mmh, I could do something else then." He purred in your ear.

You turned to look at him, that same cocky grin on his lips. "If you think you're going to eat me out then you have lost all rational thought." You sighed feeling your clit throb when Suguru's hands wandered your soft tummy as he watched you melt under his touch.

Satoru sighed loudly and dramatically as he pulled away hearing Kanji's car pull in the driveway. "You're going to beg us to do that." He promised pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before standing up.

Quickly you pulled your swimming suit top on hastily tying the strings to follow after them running into your older brother. "They're staying the night again and we're going to a party so you'll have to stay home." He told you grabbing a few beers from the fridge.

"Whatever." You hissed shouldering past him to head upstairs in favor of a cool shower to wash the sunscreen and the memories of Suguru and Satoru touches away with a guttural groan.

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augustinewrites · 2 years

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fushigojo halloween, pre-shibuya style heh

“why can’t i go with you?” gojo complains from his spot on the edge of the tub, pouting as you check your reflection in the mirror. “you’re getting dinner and drinks. i love dinner and i love how horny you get after a few drinks.”

hands on your hips, you turn to face him. “you can’t come because one, you have to take the kids trick or treating. two, shoko and utahime invited me, not us. and also, you mean how horny you get after a few drinks, lightweight.”

gojo jumps up as you turn to leave the bathroom, grabbing your hips and pressing a kiss to your temple before you can escape. “only because i love you so much!”

“i know,” you hum, rolling your eyes but unable to help from smiling as you slip out of his grasp. “and because you love me so much, you’re going to stick to the neighbourhoods we cleared curses out of this morning, be home by 9, and make sure the kids brush their teeth really good before bed. i know it’s your first time taking them alone—”

“we’ll be absolutely fine,” he assures you. “even though you’re abandoning us to have dinner with the hot lesbians.”

after slipping your coat on, you reach up to pinch your boyfriend’s cheek. “keep yourself and the kids out of trouble, and i will bring you back some leftovers.”

“oh, come on. what kind of trouble could myself, an eight year old, and a nine year old get into?”

_____

“we’re not allowed in this neighbourhood.”

gojo places his whole hand on the megumi’s face, hushing him. “what mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. besides, this is where uncle nanami lives. we’re just visiting for the full sized candy bars that he gives out.”

“but you told us to distract him so you could get inside,” tsumiki points out, blinking up at him with those oh-so-innocent eyes. “isn’t that…breaking and entering?”

gojo pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “okay, just cause you’re dressed like ruth bader ginsburg doesn’t mean you have to judge me." he crouches down to their height, levelling them with steady looks. "all you guys need to do is stick to the plan, alright? you go up, do the whole, 'trick or treat!' shtick, then megumi, you make...well, whatever sound a frog makes. tsumiki, you argue with him or something, i don't know. keep him occupied."

he almost can't keep a straight face as megumi nods, the frog cap strapped to his head bouncing as he does so.

"okay, now go!" he commands, nudging them forward. "door 69!"

megumi glances back at him, a frown curved on his lips. "isn't it--"

"just go!"

gojo darts out of sight before he can see that it's not nanami who answers the door.

_____

your flat, unimpressed tone seeps through the phone, making gojo shudder. "you really thought it'd be a good idea to break into mei mei's house on halloween? one of the most active nights of the year?"

"okay, well it's not my fault she lives right next to nanami!" he huffs. "i was just going to go in, grab that really expensive bottle of scotch you like, and get out! i was doing it for you!"

he can picture the face you're making right now. you're not at all swooning, and that was clearly not the right argument to make. "the kids almost got their eyes pecked out by crows when they were running away."

"but we ran away together," he emphasizes. "that sounds like a core memory if you ask me. something you wouldn't want to miss out on making next year, right?"

"you're damn right i won't, dipshit!"

and sure, megumi and tsumiki's costumes have been pecked to hell by some birds, but they're laughing (at him, but whatever), sharing candy and toothy smiles. and that's always a sign of a night well spent, gojo thinks.

#keeping up with the fushigojos #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

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tojisbbg · 1 year

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧?

❝i’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend. it’s not what he’s made for.❞

♡ gojo satoru ♡

a/n: the barbie movie man.

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, very short (compared to my other works lmfao), not edited.

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it was almost midnight, the gloomy weather of the rainy october night made your heart further storm in nothing but despair and loneliness. you just finished showering and drying your hair, now making the bed in hopes of being met with your boyfriend soon.

you were one of the mentors at jujutsu high and though the job itself made you meet a bunch of amazing people whom are safe to consider as family, the work gets very draining. it’s no use hiding the fact that your heart was incredibly soft, which is rather ironic, considering the fact that your job is so gruesome.

nonetheless, on the battlefield you can contain your emotions pretty well, but what happens behind closed doors is history. the majority of whom you mentor are teenagers who are cursed with the responsibility of protecting humanity simply because they’re skilled enough to use jujutsu.

it wasn’t fair, no child should ever be stripped away from their youth. it made your heart shred to pieces knowing the fact that some of your students can’t even fit in the time to hang out, party or just be young and dumb with their friends like normal teenagers.

it was yuji’s birthday today and instead of being home and celebrating with his friends, he’s currently out on a mission with gojo right now. your eyes wandered over to your lamp table where the neatly wrapped present of some movies that he’s been dying to watch along with a hoodie.

your eyes began to sting with tears and you couldn’t help but cry into your palms. this feeling of guilt, despair and sadness haunted you frequently and you tried your best to cope with it by yourself. you didn’t want to burden anyone else with anymore, figuring out that everyone already had enough on their plate to take care of.

you didn’t realize when gojo arrived to the comforts of your shared home, slipping into the bedroom quietly, only to find you sobbing. he froze in his tracks, his smile falling down as confusion was painted all over his face.

were you hurt?

was someone bothering you?

did he do something wrong?

gojo knew that dating you meant being very patient, especially because your nature was very timid and reserved. this perfectly balanced out your relationship, as your boyfriend was a loud extrovert who was extremely clingy as well. gojo was very verbal with his thoughts and emotions, in contrast, you liked to keep things bottled up inside no matter how much he pushed you to spill it. but, of course, gojo respected your wishes to not tell him and always reminded you that he’s always here to listen if you needed someone.

however, your boyfriend has been concerned about your well-being recently. gojo satoru might seem like a himbo, but he’s a genius; and despite your shy personality, he can read through you like water. seeing your mental health slowly deteriorating without knowing the cause of it makes his heart bleed every time when he comes home and sees you sleeping with tear streaks or a puffy face.

“baby?” gojo finally called out, making you jolt in surprise as you quickly turned around as wiped away your tears. you mentally cursed at yourself for being so careless, trying your best to fix yourself up. with a small smile, you faced him.

“welcome home, satoru. how did the mission go?” you asked, trying to change the subject. your words made gojo pout, as your boyfriend closed the door behind him before walking closer to the bed.

“it went well as expected, no casualties, we saved those people and the curses were exorcised.” he responded, his hand going behind his head to untie the blindfold. gojo took the black cloth off, which shielded his gorgeous cerulean colored eyes. his snowy colored hair fell, wisps of it covering his forehead and eyes.

“that’s good to hear.” you let out a breath of relief, making him hum.

“how was your day?” gojo casually asked, taking off his uniform as he looked at you for an answer. you shrugged, not having much to say.

“it was okay, i was just home and did some work here and there.” you answer was kept short, making gojo sigh.

“anything on your mind lately, y/n?” he asked in a gentle voice, now sitting next to you as he took a hold of your hand. you looked at him in surprise, the sudden closeness caught you off guard.

“no, why’d you ask?” you offered him a small smile, making him frown.

“because you’ve been lying to me recently. i know you’re not okay, honey, and that’s perfectly fine. i’m here to listen and i’ll try my best to help you.” gojo squeezed your hand in a comforting manner, a lump forming in your throat.

“i’m fine, baby, i promise.” you once again tried to convince him with your white lies.

“i saw you sobbing just minutes ago, something is wrong and you’re not telling me. i have the right to know what’s making my girlfriend upset, okay? don’t take that away from me.” his tone dropped, words now getting more agitated and slightly harsh due to your stubborn behavior.

“fine! yes! something’s bothering me and i’m trying to deal with it as best as i can, alright? it’s none of your business nor do you have to make it yours either.” you glared at him before standing up, looking at his shocked face. you chewed on your inner cheek, feeling guilt slowly swallowing you for acting like this when you knew that he meant well.

“y/n, how could you say that to me? i’m your boyfriend, for fuck’s sake! do you not trust me or something? is that the case? why can’t you just open up to me!” gojo continued to push your buttons further, his persistence making your tears ducts work hard to resist the stinging in your eyes.

“i’m going to sleep.” you bluntly responded, attempting to shuffle towards your side of the bed. however, gojo was not about to let you go to bed without getting some answers. he grabbed your wrists and roughly pulled you towards him, making you yelp.

you were now in between his long and very muscular legs, trapped. you tried your best to break free, but it was no avail.

“satoru, i’m being serious, let go of me.” you sneered, but he only shook his head.

“please, y/n, tell me what’s wrong. i want to help you, honey, please let me.” gojo looked at you with begging eyes, his tone was laced with nothing but hurt and frustration. you could feel the walls that you built around your heart crumble as soon as you took a closer look and saw tears welling in those gorgeous eyes.

“it’s just not fair.” you started, already feeling the burning and squeezing feeling of your throat as your vision started to blur with tears.

“tell me all your thoughts and feelings, y/n.” he encouraged, rubbing your back as you looked down, thinning your lips as you tried to compose yourself.

“it’s so hard watching our kids lose bits of their childhood every day. it’s like i’m living in an endless nightmare. it was yuji’s birthday and that poor kid couldn’t even celebrate it ‘cause of the mission. i-i-” you began to choke on your tears, speaking fast and incoherently, yet gojo understood you perfectly.

“your feelings are completely valid, sweetheart. come here.” gojo pulled you to sit on his lap and you accepted his invitation without any hesitation. you wrapped your legs around his waist before wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you cried. he gave you a minute to pour all your tears out, rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

“they’re just kids! they don’t deserve to live like this. i’d do anything in the world to change things if i could.” you spoke, words slightly muffled but they rang clear in gojo’s ears.

“it’s a cruel world, y/n. talented kids who are cursed with the power of fighting these monsters are expected to protect ordinary humans. it’s tragic and wrong, but, both you and i are trying our best to protect their youth. you feeling this way and always going the extra mile to see them happy only proves to me how much of a soft-hearted and beautiful person you are. it makes me fall in love with you even more.” your boyfriend’s words warmed your heart, as you hiccuped from your excessive crying. you pulled back, looking at him with a small smile as your tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

“i tried so hard to deal with this horrible feeling on my own, but it’s just too much.” you confessed, making gojo’s eyes soften.

“i know it is, sweetheart. why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” he asked, watching you fidget in his embrace.

“because you already have enough on your plate. being born to be the strongest sorcerer is already draining as it is, it would be wrong of me to burden you with my feelings. it’s not what you were made for, satoru.” you began to caress his soft cheeks, feeling his hands come up to cup yours as he brought your knuckles to his lips to kiss them.

“that’s exactly what i was made for, my love. i was made to listen to your cries, your thoughts, your giggles, your emotions, everything. i was made to be your boyfriend, the one who’s gonna lend you a shoulder to cry on and arms to hug you tight when you feel scared. i was made to love you and only you. i was made to be yours, y/n.” gojo tenderly spoke, making your heart explode with sparks as his sweet words only made you cry harder.

you hugged him tightly, mumbling a bunch of ‘sorry’ and ‘i love you’ to him as gojo held you close. if you were to be quiet and focus, you could hear and feel both of your heartbeats synchronizing.

“feel better now?” gojo asked and you nodded your head. you felt like a huge boulder on your chest has been lifted, the feeling of suffocation was now gone as it felt like you could breathe again.

“much better.” you responded, combing your fingers through his soft snow colored hair as he sighed in bliss.

“thank you for opening up to me, honey. i’m sorry if i sounded a little pushy, i just want the best for you, that’s all.” he apologized, kissing your temple.

“don’t apologize, baby. thank you for listening to me and always caring about me. i couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.” you gave him a shy smile, kissing the skin of his neck, making him giggle at the ticklish feeling.

you pulled back, cupping his face into yours before leaning in to place a soft and loving kiss on his lips. gojo melted into your touch, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his kissed you back. it was nothing suggestive nor intense, but the kiss left a sweet taste on your lips.

the taste of gojo satoru’s undying love for you.

“i love you so much, satoru.” you whispered against his lips before giving him a peck.

“i love you more, y/n.” he smiled against your lips before giving you a peck as well, making you giggle.

“i’ll let you go freshen up now, i’ll make us some tea and then we could go to sleep.” you suggested, making him nod his head.

“sounds good.” gojo smiled before giving you a kiss on the cheek. you got off of him and watched him go through his closet to find something comfortable to wear. meanwhile, you grabbed the present for yuji and walked over to your closet to place it there.

“what’s that?” gojo noticed and pointed at the wrapped gift.

“for yuji, i’ll give it to him tomorrow when it’s time for training.” you explained, making gojo hum.

“we’re planning a surprise party for yuji tomorrow night, so just give it to him then. i managed to convince the higher-ups by lying to give yuji a few days off along with the other kids.” he gave you a cheeky smile, making you chuckle as you playfully slapped his chest.

“you’re unbelievable sometimes, satoru.” you shook your head in disbelief.

“is that a good or bad thing, sweetheart?” he teased, leaning down to come at a closer height to you. you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards your face.

“it’s a great thing, baby.” you smiled and pressed a kiss on his lips, making him laugh.

they say that humans were initially created in pairs, your other half being your soulmate. though others believe that it’s simply a myth and that soulmates don’t exist, the existence of your boyfriend proves otherwise.

gojo satoru is your other half and you both were made for each other without a doubt.

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kqizen · 10 months

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jealousy ☆ | ! kqizen

jealous jjk men <3

(ft. gojo, geto, megumi, & yuji)

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gojo satoru:

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you must’ve messed up bad if satoru is jealous, because it takes a lot to crack him. when he does, all hell breaks loose. yes, he 100% gives you the silent treatment. satoru is aware of how much you hate it, so he thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to teach you a lesson

he’s unbelievably annoying when he’s jealous, but that’s one of his many tactics to make sure you never mess up again. this man will stare at you with those cerulean, puppy-eyes for hours on end until he gets your undivided attention

when you inevitably crack and shower him with affection, he’ll subtly seek your validation. satoru will shamelessly makes jabs at whoever he’s jealous of, and it annoys you to no end. of course, if you defend the other guy, he’ll definitely hold that against you. there’s no way of winning with satoru, and so the easiest way to put an end to his jealous wrath is some alone time with him. satoru loves you more than he’s willing to admit, so you taking initiative to spend time with him means a lot

extra details:

-> he’ll never admit to being jealous, even if it sabotages the hope of a quicker, easier makeup between you two. he would rather play it off as him keeping you in check/safe from other guys

-> calls up his friends for advice (usually shoko or utahime, who he thinks will understand you better)

-> has definitely tried once or twice to make you jealous in return. he gets frustrated when his attempts fail, which they usually do

-> ends up cuddling you for hours after you two makeup. he looks like a puppy curled up in your arms, yet he’ll somehow spin it like you’re the pathetic one begging for attention. you have to admit though, he looks adorable

—

geto suguru:

—

you really don’t have to worry about losing him over these misunderstandings, since suguru is literally infatuated with you. in essence, he would never withdraw from you even if he’s jealous. he would deny being jealous, just like satoru. however, he does it for your sake. he does it to calm your nerves, making sure you don’t end up overthinking

it honestly depends on the severity of the situation, but he might go the extra mile to keep tabs on you. suguru doesn’t see anything wrong with it, despite how possessive it makes him look. if you don’t pick up his calls, he’ll ring up every last soul in your family tree

at the end of the day, suguru is still human, and so he overthinks despite himself. he might appear unbothered, but there’s a war going on inside him when he’s jealous. if the feeling is unbearable, suguru has no problem talking to you. a quick conversation is enough to ease his mind

extra details:

-> will randomly pull you in for a kiss when you talk about his feelings. kissing you is a stress reliever for him

-> has a habit of laughing off his feelings, downplaying them. he thinks he’s being childish/irrational when he’s jealous

-> wraps his arm around your waist nonchalantly, whenever you two run into the guy he’s jealous of

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megumi fushiguro:

—

this man is such a cutie when he’s jealous, and you can’t help but laugh at him. megumi hates it when you do, of course, denying it every time you bring it up. it’s a hill he’s willing to die on, trying to prove that he isn’t actually jealous. his usual excuse is that he’s too busy to care, but you know deep down that he’s never too busy for you

megumi acts relatively normal when he’s jealous, though he does smile/laugh less when there’s something on his mind. he’ll never blame you for his feelings/make you feel bad about them, which is why he’s usually bottling up his emotions. megumi still makes it a point to treat you like a princess, even when he’s feeling down

he’s way too shy to initiate a conversation about something of this nature, so you’re usually the one stuck with that job. two sentences in, and he’s already blushing like crazy. he ends up ranting about how he isn’t mad at you or actually jealous, but rather just wants to talk. you have to suppress your giggles, telling him that his feelings are valid. the two of you end up cuddling, and he makes you play with his hair. honestly? a quick, romantic/intimate session with megumi would calm him down (he rarely admits to how much he needs it)

extra details:

-> stares at you extra when he’s jealous, only to snap his head away when you move. he ends up blushing like crazy, and ends up feeling a little needy

-> confides in yuji when the jealousy starts to really affect his mood. he instantly regrets it when yuji starts to tease him about it

-> gets really clingy/possessive. he knows he’s never like that, and the drastic change in his behavior frustrates him

-> megumi will distance himself if he thinks he’s being annoying, or until he’s ready to talk

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itadori yuji:

—

yuji gets jealous quite often, but it’s hard to tell when he is or isn’t. in fact, he has trouble identifying his own feelings. he tries not to take it too seriously, but he fails miserably. yuji gets so dramatic when he gives into his emotions. he’ll pout in your face, clinging onto you until you crack. he needs constant reassurance, bombarding you with leading questions that will serve as a confidence booster for him

he has a tendency to overthink when he’s alone with his thoughts. he genuinely thinks the two of you are soulmates, and so he gets confused whenever something like this comes up. you adore him, and he knows it. that’s the only thing keeping him from excessively doubting himself

we all know how much of a sweetheart yuji is, so he remains respectful towards whoever he’s jealous of. yet behind closed doors, he can’t help but make a few jabs. they’re never mean, but you can tell that he’s getting a little worked up. he’s easy to calm, and you’ve learned to just give him hugs and kisses. it works like a charm, and it feels like nothing ever happened

extra details:

-> he sees his jealousy as a sign that he’s all grown up. it gives him a sense of responsibility, and that responsibility is taking care of you

-> sarts telling everyone he knows that he’s your boyfriend, just in case they misunderstand/think otherwise

-> he sends you flowers on a regular basis, but do expect a whole garden of them when he’s jealous. yuji wants to make sure you never forget about him

-> will definitely nag you to post about him on your social media. he wants everyone to know that he’s yours

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru #geto suguru #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #anime #manga #anime and manga

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rabbidbunwy · 2 months

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Falling in love

Contents: Roomate!Gojo x Anon! reader--cute-fluff-romantic-sweet-confession-cuddles

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: i never done this kind of subject before so sorry if it's not good

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

Gojo crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter. “You can’t just—” He pauses, realizing he’s getting too worked up. He takes a deep breathe and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just worry about you, okay?” He can’t help but feel protective of you. If something were to happen to you, he’d lose it.

“You’re all I have.” As soon as the words leave his lips, he regrets them. It’s an admission of weakness. Gojo hates feeling weak. He lets out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “I’m too damn protective of you” He runs a hand through his hair, shifting his weight. “I know we’re roommates, but I care about you. A hell of a lot. When you go out, I’m terrified you’ll meet someone else. Better than me. It’s driving me crazy, honestly.” He’s been keeping it all bottled up inside, trying to act normal. But it’s eating at him, how much he cares for you. The thought of someone else taking you from him makes his chest burn. Gojo swallows, meeting your gaze. “Is that stupid? Me feeling that way?” "i don't know Gojo.." you mumbled feeling awkard

He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy being your roommate.” In reality, even that is torment. Being so close but not being with you. “And I’m not trying to be possessive.” Gojo leans against the counter, looking away. “It’s just the thought of you dating someone… it kills me. Makes me want to go kick their ass.” He’s not good at communicating his feelings. Growing up as the Gojo heir wasn’t exactly the kind of environment that promoted healthy communication. So naturally, Gojo bottles up his emotions. Which leads to things like this — him confessing how much he cares for you. “I’ve always thought about asking you out…” "mhm? what was that? i didn't hear well" you asked confused

Gojo’s eyes widen, realizing what he’s just said. He can’t take it back now. His heart is already pounding in his chest. “I said I always thought about asking you out” he repeats, not meeting your gaze. He feels like a teenage boy confessing his crush again. You blushed "o..oh..w..well" you rubbed the tip of your shoe on the floor "i..i..w..wonder t..that too"

Gojo’s head shoots up, eyes wide. He can’t tell if he’s hallucinating. “You… you did?” He asks incredulously, not daring to get his hopes up. His heart rate spikes, adrenaline surging through him. He thought he was the only one. You nodded closing your eyes "i wondered what place you would like…what will you eat and…if you ever wanted to go out..with me" you blush becamed red like pepper.

Gojo is stunned. All this time, he thought it was one-sided. That you would never want to be with him. And yet, here you are, admitting that you feel the same way. A smile slowly spreads across his face, realizing how stupid he’s been. “You like me back…” he murmurs, as if it’s only sinking in now. You notice some tears treathing to fall from his eyes "u..uh d..did i say something wrong?" you asked worried Gojo quickly wipes at his eyes, clearing his throat. “No, no, nothing’s wrong.” His chest tightens with emotion. He steps closer, looking down at you. “Can I… try something?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Gojo cups your cheeks in his hands, tilting your head up, searching your eyes. He slowly begins to lean down, his lips inches from yours. Before he can close the last gap between you, he hesitates. “Can I…?” Despite needing you more than oxygen, he needs to make sure you want this as much as he does.

You nodded,your eyes sparkling as you looked at him with your soft look. Gojo smiles warmly before pressing his lips to yours. It’s a gentle and tentative kiss at first, his fingers still caressing your cheek. But after a beat, his other arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you against him. The kiss deepens, becoming more desperate. One kiss. Two. Three. Gojo can’t get enough. It’s so much better than his dreams or imagination. You taste so sweet, so warm against him. He groans, pinning your hips to the counter.

You made an 'oof' as your back hitted the counter before giggling "Gojo wait wait" you giggled in the kiss. Gojo chuckles against your lips, his hands sliding to your hips. Your giggles send a wave of heat through him. “What is it?” He asks huskily as his lips move to your neck. You snuggled against his chest cooing "don't ever leave me" you mumbled pressing your head against him so you could hear his heartbeat. Gojo holds you tighter, as if he’d never let you go. “I’d never. I’m here forever, I swear it.” He murmurs against your hair, his heart skipping a beat. He kisses the top of your head tenderly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. “God, I love you” The words come out almost as a prayer. Gojo never wants to let go. He wants to keep you in his embrace like this, forever. He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes full of adoration. Gojo cups your face in his hands again, just looking at you. He can barely believe this is real. “You’re so god damn beautiful” he murmurs, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to your lips. Gojo can’t keep himself from touching you. His fingers are constantly in contact with some part of you — your cheek, your shoulder, your waist. He can’t get enough. He pulls you in for another bruising kiss, pouring every bit of his longing and need into it. It’s taking all his self-control to not give in to his primal desire. He wants nothing more than to take you to the bedroom and make you his. To mark you as his own. But he knows this newfound aspect of your relationship needs to be taken slowly. Gojo breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. He’s panting against your lips, trying to regain control of his breathing. His fingers are gripped on your hips, holding you firmly against him. “You don’t know the things you do to me” he whispers, voice ragged. You cooed snuggling against him "i love you" Gojo’s heart skips a beat. The sound of those three words coming from your mouth is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest. “I love you too” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “More than anything.” Gojo can’t stop himself from peppering kisses all over your face. Your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. Anywhere he can touch. It’s like he can’t get enough, now that he knows what it’s like to be this close. He can feel his heart practically thumping out of his chest. You’re all he’s ever wanted. All he’s needed. And now you’re finally his. There’s no way he’s letting you go, ever.

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heartnanase · 3 months

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in the rain

gojo angst

“i just don’t understand!” gojo tried to speak over the rain soaking their hair and shirts. “i don’t understand why you left me? why you left everyone? things were going so well, no? we were great friends so why?” lately you cant cant even recognize yourself, since when did you ever become such a bad person? you just stared at him, forcing yourself to look at his desperate face and maybe it’ll help you change to be a better person. thanks to the heavy rain he couldn’t tell you were tearing up. if you never relapsed, you would’ve never left him. being vulnerable was your biggest fear especially with someone who claims they care about you, what if it’s too much for him and he changes his mind? “then don’t try to fucking understand. just go home.” he scoffs as you try to get him to go home.

you can only look away, it’s not like you wanted to push him away, this wasn’t even your first time doing this to him. you’re always on and off, and that’s when you realized you weren’t mentally stable enough to confess to him, let alone stay his friend if all you do is hurt him. ever since you claimed you weren’t enough to be his friend, you didn’t feel enough to be friends with anyone else. you became completely alone. this is your first conversation in years and it surprises you that he is still persistent in an answer. “but i want to understand!.” gojo tried to grab for your hand but you slowly pulled away even if you wanted to beg him to hold on forever. it felt like you were swallowing all your sobs, was it ever this hard to try and stay away from someone you love?

“i’m not like you okay? i can’t keep my feelings in a bottle when i’m near you. if i confess, i’ll be forced to stay in the friend zone and in several years it’ll be an inside joke.” you turned around to walk away but suddenly he grabbed your hand. “you…?” he pauses as he gathers his thoughts, answering all his unanswered questions in his head. “wait why didn’t you say something i loved you back then.. i mean.. i still do..“ you harshly closed your hands into a fist and dug your nails in your palms almost drawing out blood. it pisses you off, that he thought it was that easy. “well i was never ready for a relationship i’m not stable enough and.. being away from you is the only way i could keep myself from telling you i loved you.”

“that’s not for you to decide! i could’ve helped you get better! why do you keep pushing me away!” you stared at his shoes, wishing the heavy rain would wash away everything he’s heard, was it selfish to confess? you gulped as thought of ways to help him go away. you managed to look up at him. “then what? you think you can help me? a bad person like me? i hurt people and i manipulate people. and i use them for my own personal gain and get rid of them as soon as i’m done. maybe.. maybe you were just… just a distraction.” it’s not like anything you said was a lie, you did turn into a bad person and used gojo as an distraction but.. then you accidentally fell in-love with him. but he didn’t want to believe your words, he noticed your tear stained eyes. or maybe he was just being delusional he thought. “you.. you don’t mean that right?” you glared coldly, not on purpose. but your eyes just felt too heavy to keep them open normally.

“you meant nothing to me gojo.”

#ifumbledtheloml #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo angst #jjk satoru #jujutsu satoru #satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satoru angst #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #angst

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theorphicangel · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐛𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

author’s note: I keep getting gojo brainrot on my feed and it’s making me absolutely sick so I must write to heal

cw: a little nsfw, 18+, oral sex (f.receiving), fem! Reader, praise,

- I’d like to start off by saying…the most obvious which is that he’s annoying

- you have an essay due tmr?

- you are getting absolutely no peace.

you need to go the libarary to study?

- okay, he’s by your side with his cheap supposed “noise cancelling” headphones but he’s misunderstood that they’re not noise cancelling for everyone else because you can still hear the song lyrics

- “baby…could you turn that down?”

- “what? no, it’s noise cancellation you can’t hear anything.”

- “but—” he slides them back on before you finish

- BUT however when you do need space to revise for an exam or prepare your project he will give it to you undoubtedly

- but that also means he’ll burst into your room every 30 mins or so to make sure you’re stacked up on snacks or that you’re hydrated

- “did you drink water? I heard your brain needs water like all the time so you need to drink water ‘Kay?”

- “Satoru, you’ve brought me 5 water bottles”

- but that’s not to say he won’t help with your revision, in fact he’ll make sure you’ll be able to recall info

- and boy does he have methods

- “what was the answer to that one again?”

- you moan lightly in response your, thighs trembling with his two fingers deep inside you, and at your failure to provide an answer he removes them,

- you whine at the emptiness and he tuts shaking his head, “c’mon you know this one.”

- shutting your eyes, you blurt out the answer

- “that’s my girl, you’ll pass this exam in no time, one more question and then I’ll let you cum.”

- in between your cries and mewls, he praises you for what you’ve managed to recall with him between your legs

- and yes, as per the image at the top he will give you a cd 💀

- “Satoru…what is this?”

- he deadpans you, “can you not read it? It says-“

- “no, I know what it says dumbass, I mean why?”

- “can a guy not do something nice for you?” and then he has attitude🙄 “I’ll take it back then.”

- you’re obviously quick to reject that notion for sureeeee

- if you’re an English major he will not leave your books alone

- “what is this? Shakespeare?”

- he’ll open it up and recite a random page in the most god awful British accent stumbling over the words

“That doesn’t even make sense, why is this guy famous?”

- however, maybe he’d get into pride and prejudice…slowly

- it probably take him a long time to read each page, trying to make sense of who is who

- “so nobody likes mr darcy already? Damn, he didn’t even do anything.”

- but when you show him the movie version he would so swoon over it immediately

- he would play it for one of your movie nights calling it your favourite when it’s actually a secret favourite of his

- and he be quoting everything mr darcy says

- he makes fun of your handwriting constantly if you annotate your books/ or write down notes OR if he missed a lecture and obviously copies up from you

- “is that supposed to be an a?”

- “it’s an e!”

- “ s’not my fault it looks so similar!”

I shall make a part two if I can think of more annoying college!bf gojo🧍🏿‍♂️

reblogs are much appreciated 🫶

#very rushed and random #angel writes #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru headcanons

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cyberchronics · 8 months

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

satoru gojo + reunion (pt. 2)

[pt. 1]

★ pda, pathetic needy gojo (ofc), switch gn reader (s to d), gojo calls your chest tits once, dirty talk, fingering, penetration, marking, dumbification, unprotected sex, creampie, lil overstim, cute ending ★

✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩

after your little stunt, satoru is frustrated for the entire rest of his work trip. exorcising the curse he was called to get rid of was nothing in comparison to the thoughts of you plaguing his mind. every time he closes his eyes the image of you lying pretty in his shirt is projected on his eyelids, yet you remain out of reach. this is torture, satoru thinks.

as soon as you two are back together, he can't help but want you. what's meant to be a sweet kiss in the airport becomes making out in the middle of a crowded terminal, people looking away out of sheer embarrassment. both of you know it's inappropriate, but satoru honestly has more important things to worry about. like the sweet way you whine his name as you finally manage to pry him away for a second of air.

he can barely keep his hands to himself on the ride home, slender fingers reaching over every other second to knead your thigh until you dismiss them once more with a light brush of your hand. despite the long flight he just got off. satoru can't seem to sit still... and can you blame him? with the way he's been missing you, even the smallest touch is like you've been teasing him for hours already.

he's just gotta have you now.

∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘

Unsurprisingly, Satoru has zero self-restraint. He barely waits until you've opened the door to pin you up against the hardwood, lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss as he starts feeling you up. His hands messily grope you through your clothes, swallowing your words of protest about how the neighbors can definitely see this through their windows and stifling any noises with his tongue.

He does eventually give in, pulling away slowly and admiring the string of spit that follows behind. If not to save you from embarrassment, so that he can take his time sliding off each garment of clothing separating your skin from his own. And as much as he'd love to just rip through your shirt, popping buttons and ruining yet another outfit, you've already complained enough for one day.

By the time you've made it into the bedroom, the only thing left on is your underwear. You're pushed onto the bed, door left wide open as busy hands reach to pull at your waistband. Satoru is practically drooling once he removes the garment. You're already leaking all over your thighs, clear fluid displaying just how much you want him. "So needy..." He mumbles, although he fumbles over himself to grab the half-empty bottle of lube on the nightstand and immediately gets to work stretching you out.

"Feels better than yours, right?" Satoru grins to himself as he watches his fingers pump in and out your wet entrance, lewd noises only adding to his enjoyment. Pale fingers scissor you open relentlessly, only pausing momentarily to spread your hole and admire the strings of lube that cascade down thanks to his hard work. "Fuck... yeah, baby. 's good."

He feels his dick twitch at how whiny you sound, suddenly deciding that you don't need any more preparation as he pins you down and presses messy kisses over your lips. His hand holds you firmly while he begins slipping out of his boxers, trying not to lose control as he lines himself up with you and partially glides in. Being back inside you after so long is like heaven, especially when you inflate his ego by wrapping your arms around his neck and complaining.

"Too big, 'toru... need you to go slower." The sight of you tearing up over his cock, walls fluttering desperately around him while trying to make space has him leaning down to groan in your ear. A line of kisses is pressed against your flushed skin until he meets your chest. "Teasing me like that when you know I'm a day away from you..." His hands squeeze the fat that lies there, lips pressing against your nipples in a soft massage. "I bet you were playing with these cute tits, too."

Satoru practically makes out with your chest, pressing open-mouth kisses against it while his hand slides down to massage your thigh as he eases himself further inside of you. It's a welcome distraction from the girth that fills you entirely, though fat tears still stream down your heated cheeks. Eventually, when he bottoms out, you're gifted a moment of reprise to catch your breath. "Pretty body missed me, huh?"

A long finger travels lower, tracing the border of where your bodies intersect as he hums lovingly. Smooth hands grab your thighs and guide your knees to hook over his shoulders. "That's okay. I missed it too." He leans down to bite your neck, replacing the fading hickeys from before he left. He loves marking you up, staking his claim on you so anyone who looks can see that you're taken. The way dark red fades into purple as the days pass, eventually fading and leaving a blank canvas for him to paint with his teeth once more.

Once the room goes quiet, only filled with the sound of short breaths, he starts to move. Shallow thrusts are given in earnest as he gets you ready, already struggling to hold himself back. "Squeezing me so tight... must want me to ruin you." Satoru pants into your ear, but he's already falling apart at the seams. His mind is becoming hazier the faster he fucks into you, your body sucking him in and making him go dumb. The way you laugh softly in between moans isn't helping either, especially when you hold his hips still and reach up to cup his face.

"Is it too much?" Even when you're getting fucked into the mattress you're still so considerate of him, stroking his cheek and giving him another messy kiss. "Let me take over, okay?" He agrees with a small nod, pulling out slowly and rolling over to lie on his back. It's a little pathetic, giving into pleasure as quickly as he does, but Satoru couldn't care less. Not when it means you'll climb into his lap, lining his leaky tip up with your entrance and sinking down.

It's so sexy to watch you ride his cock like a pro when five minutes ago you were crying over it being inside. You don't even need him to guide you, the hand he places on your waist is only for decoration as you work to drive both of you over the edge. It's obvious he's gonna be the one who cums first, short nails leaving shallow marks in your skin with every roll of your hips. "C'mon, baby. Wan' it inside."

Soft lips attack his body and leave love bites at his collarbone, just low enough that he's still capable of hiding it with a shirt. The change of angle has Satoru scrambling for purchase along your back, rolling his hips up and moaning freely as he cums deep inside. His mind is blank as he's pushed into overstimulation, stuck watching as you use him to chase your orgasm. After a few seconds, you follow behind him, liquid painting his chest before you promptly slump over on it, not bothering to pull him out.

It takes a few minutes for the two of you to recuperate, a stupid grin on Satoru's face when he regains his common sense. He uses his thumb to get rid of your drying tears, pressing a kiss to each cheek and gaining a sense of satisfaction when you smile at him. "Love you, 'Toru." A tender kiss is pressed to your lips, thumb still stroking your face as he takes your breath away. It's an intimate moment, the shiny red cherry on top of your perfect reunion. "Love you too."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: im actually really happy with this? feels like the first time ive put this much detail into a fic but im so into it // expect a few more fics before val's day <3 i have a few things in my drafts that im pretty excited for ♡

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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The Insincerity of the Stars

Suguru Getou

[Chapter 18] Lost Sense

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Suguru’s heart beats faster at the thought of you. There’s so much love in his heart for you. When he wakes up, his first thought is you, and when he goes to bed, his last thought is of you. The thought of you brings him so much comfort, yet he hates it.

He hates it because he tries everything possible but you refuse to get back with him. He doesn’t understand why, although you’ve told him why. He doesn’t understand why he’d give his whole life for you, yet, you refuse to do anything with him. But you’ve slipped a couple of times. He’s sure he can get you to completely fall. He has to think it through carefully.

He has to play the long game, yet he’s at his wit’s end. He spends so much money on flowers, chocolates, teddy bears; a lot of stuff that you love. He can’t keep spending so much money on someone who won’t bother to give him another chance. Although he doesn’t realize how many chances you’ve given him.

He nearly gives up, until he catches you walking to your car after work. For a moment he debates on just leaving. But he ends up calling your name before saying, “Wait up!”

You don’t know why, but your feet come to a stop. You turn around to see him, and you watch him walk up to you. You give him a subtle smile as he walks up to you. Your smile, even though it’s not necessarily a happy one, cheers him up.

“Are you busy tonight?” He asks when he comes up to you. You bite your bottom lip before you shake your head. You know you should just lie before he invites you to go out, but you decide not to. You stand in silence for a moment before he decides to ask, “Do you want to do something?”

“I’m so tired. I just want to go home.” You respond and he slowly nods. You chew on the inside of your cheek before you decide to speak up, “If you want a drink, you can join me at home…”

“Oh.” Suguru is taken back by your suggestion. The one time he doesn’t really try anything, you suggest this. Of course, your offer doesn’t necessarily mean anything. For all he knows, you just need a drink and a shoulder to cry on. Which is something that he can take advantage of. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

“You know how to get there, right?” You question. He nods in response, fighting back a smile from coming to his lips. You begin to walk away, and he watches in disbelief. Is the universe finally on his side?

You get to your apartment way before Suguru, so you begin to tidy up the place a bit. It isn’t a big mess, but it does need some organization. You don’t understand what’s taken over you, but you want to see him again. He’s so sweet with you, and you feel like giving him a chance. Well, not necessarily a chance, but you do want to be able to speak with him again.

Or maybe it’s just your loneliness that’s taken over you. Suguru gives you the attention you crave, or at least he’s trying to give it to you and you turn him down. You keep thinking about why you’re really doing it even though you want to dismiss it. You don’t want to think about it. It’s best for you if you avoid thinking about it.

It’s been around ten minutes, and he still isn’t here. He doesn’t know which exact unit you live in, so you decide to step out of your apartment and go outside the building to wait for him. You’re eager for him to get here, and you don’t fully understand why. You notice his park as he parks outside the building, and you patiently wait for him to get out. It feels interminable as you wait for him.

He finally steps out of the car and walks towards you with a bottle of wine. It seems like he made a quick stop which is why it took him longer to get here than expected. He gives you a small smile. You don’t exchange any words before you walk away, and he follows.

You get to the apartment, and take the bottle of wine from him, setting it down on the kitchen counter. You look for two wine glasses as you tell him, “Make yourself at home.”

“Okay… Thank you.” Suguru takes a seat on your couch. He wonders what the hell happened to you, not that he minds. Maybe his efforts have finally paid off. He looks around the apartment while you pour the wine. It’s decorated beautifully, and the aesthetic really suits you. Not to mention that you have a great view from here. Nothing too magnificent, but regardless, a very nice view.

“Here.” You walk to him and give him a glass half full of wine. He takes it, a thank you leaving his lips. You end up taking a seat next to him, which surprises him. What surprises him is the fact that you had the option to sit elsewhere, but you’re inches away from him.

“How are you doing?” He can’t help but ask. This behavior from you is certainly weird, so he wants to make sure everything is okay. Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t tried so much. If it’s that, he should’ve stopped trying much sooner. He’s assuming that more will happen tonight. He isn’t too far off. You wouldn’t invite him over for nothing.

“I’m good… A little busy, but that’s it. It’s how it usually is.” You tell him, an ingenuine laugh escaping your lips before you bring your glass up to your lips. You look over him, your face getting warm as you take in how handsome he looks. Maybe that was why you invited him over in the first place. “How about you?”

“Yeah. Me too.” He responds. You begin to make small talk, not wanting to get into bigger and heavier topics because it’d kill the mood. Sincerely, you have so many other important topics to talk to him with, but you both know better. It’ll get you upset, and then you won’t get what you want from each other.

The small talk gets boring after a while, and you both rely on your drinks. Until your glasses are empty. Suguru doesn’t know if he’ll be staying the night so he doesn’t want to drink more than what he can. You stand up, grabbing his glass to fill it up again. Before you can walk away, his hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

“Make it clear for me. Are we going to do anything? As much as I love spending time with you, I can’t make any more small talk.” He says, and you bite your bottom lip. It makes you realize that you don’t have that much to talk about other than your past problems. But that reminder isn’t still enough to make you back out. He lets go of you and you put both glasses down on the coffee table.

“You won’t let it get to your head, right?” You ask, looking down at him. He shakes his head, even though he knows he will. This will just confirm that he does have a chance. He stands up and you grab his hand. You lead him to your bedroom, and he can’t fight back the smirk that comes to his lips. You get into your bedroom, and push him onto the bed. You get on top of him, your lips going on his.

Your tongues press against one another while his hands begin to wander around your body. He won’t waste any time. He begins to ride up your skirt before his hands rub over your clothed cunt. He pulls away from the kiss, kissing down your chin and to your neck. He begins to suck on your neck, attacking that one spot that makes the sweetest moans leave your lips.

He pushes your panties to the side, two fingers running through your folds. His fingers begin to circle your clit, while his mouth continues to suck on your neck. Hearing how you sound on top of him is like music to his ears. He stops playing with your clit and sucking on your neck, putting you down on the bed. He gets on his knees on the floor and forces you to spread your legs.

“What a pretty little pussy.” He comments before he spits on it. His tongue runs up and down your cunt before it fixates on your clit. His tongue flicks it repeatedly while he presses two fingers against your entrance. He pushes two fingers in, and you bite your bottom lip to not make an audible reaction.

He begins to suck on your clit while his fingers curl inside your cunt, doing what he knows you love. He wants you like putty under his touch so you’ll come back over and over again. He’s slowly coming to the conclusion that he can’t live without you, so he has to keep you hooked. And the only way is to do what you love.

“Suguru-” You moan as he curves his fingers so they press against your sweet spot. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. He’s so eager with everything, letting you know that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. It’s really no surprise to you though, Suguru absolutely loves eating you out. He always has, which is a trait you’ve always adored because it benefits you greatly.

Your hands go to his hair, and his free hand undoes the bun that keeps his hair together. He lets you pull his hair, and finds joy in it. His fingers pick up speed as your moaning gets louder and louder. You taste so sweet on his tongue, the same as always. He fucking loves the taste.

“Oh– It’s so fucking good, Suguru.” You shut your eyes, out of breath already. You’re reaching your peak and Suguru doesn’t have any intention of stopping until he knows that you’ve came. You get louder and louder as you approach your orgasm, and you finally finish, your legs spasming. He keeps going until he’s had enough, taking his fingers out but his mouth is still sucking on your clit.

He pulls away and stands up, and the face you see when he’s back into your gaze is a face you want to remember forever. Hair messy all over his face, eyes dark as he looks down at you. He begins to kiss you heatedly, and one of your hands goes behind his head while the other begins to feel the bulge that’s in his pants. When he pulls away, he lays back down on the bed. He begins to unzip his pants.

“Want you to ride me, baby. It isn’t fair if I do all the work, now, is it?” Suguru takes his cock out, and once again, you get on top of him. Your hands land on his chest, and you begin to unbutton it. Suguru begins to position his cock to your entrance, too impatient to actually wait for you to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Sure, he wants you to do the work, but he doesn’t think he can wait for you to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

When you undo the last button, you feel his cock slowly enter your cunt. Every single inch fills you up, and you have to wait a moment before you begin to move on his length. Your hands hold on to his chest for support as you move. His hands go to your ass, and his nails dig into your flesh while he praises you, “You’re doing such a good job, baby. What a good girl.”

“Anything for you.” You mutter as you bounce on his dick. Your sex brain manages to bury all other thoughts, which is something that Suguru knows. Something that he’s taken advantage of a couple of times.

Suguru can’t help but admire how beautiful you look on top of him. He loves the sight. He loves this. He loves everything about this and you, “I love you.”

You ignore his words, too focused on moving on his length and reaching another orgasm. That’s why you wanted him here in the first place. At least that’s what you’ll tell yourself. One hand goes down to play with your clit while you move, and when Suguru notices this, he begins to move for you.

“Oh– Fuck, Suguru!” You can’t help but moan as he picks up a pace that you certainly couldn’t go at. You certainly love it more like this though. And he adores the face that you make as you adjust to the pace he’s set.

You look down at him, watching how his eyes are so fixated on your face, admiring your every future. He looks so handsome in this position, but you don’t admire him all that much. Your body rathers admiring the way he moves in and out of your cunt.

“What a good fucking girl.” He praises you while you throw your head back, letting your moans out freely into the air. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as another orgasm threatens to overtake your body. His nails dig into your flesh so hard that he draws some blood from it, but neither of you notice it. Your body is overtaken by pleasure, the pain not felt. Or at least not as strong as the pleasure.

“I’m gonna–” You bite your bottom lip, so close to finishing. The sound of your skin smacking is very loud in the room, but somehow the moans that leave your lips overshadow it. Your legs spasm, your nails digging into his chest unconsciously as you come around his cock.

“Good job.” He continues, feeling ecstatic by the way your cunt wraps around him. He wants to feel this every night once again, and he’s going to get it back. That’s what he thinks about when you’re on top of him, your pussy wrapped around him. “Fuck–”

He comes to a stop, and his cum fills you up. Neither of you say anything as you take his cock out of your cunt. You lay down beside him, and unlike last time, you don’t say anything. Because you know it’ll happen again.

It’s inevitable.

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semisgroupie · 2 years

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off my chest

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, lots of l bombs, unprotected sex, creampie, just loving soft sex, alcohol, so kinda slight dubcon since reader and satoru were drinking

synopsis: a typical Valentine’s Day tradition turns into a night you’ll never forget

a/n: this is for dom @yofumi for snow’s @suyacho server valentines gift exchange! happy valentine’s day dom, i hope you have a wonderful day and most of all, i hope you enjoy this

You and Satoru have known each other for years and throughout the years, you two have developed a little tradition.

That being, whenever it was Valentine’s Day, you two would just spend the night together eating whatever garbage you two could afford, normally pizza, and drinking whatever cheap booze you two could get your hands on. The tradition started when you both were college students, the combination of being very broke and very single on the day of love gave birth to the tradition you two have today.

Now, you two had more money since starting your careers but there wasn’t much luck in the love department for either of you. You didn’t really put yourself out there often because there was this invisible force that just held you back. You couldn’t put your finger on it at first but the more time you spent with Satoru, you slowly started understanding it. You buried your feelings for him in fear or ruining your friendship but they constantly threatened to breach the surface whenever you tried to open your heart to new possibilities. Your mind would scream at you to move on, find someone new to love but your heart kept the hope that one day you could find the courage to speak on your feelings.

You weren’t sure why Satoru hadn’t dated anyone since you two have known each other. You knew tons of people that have been interested in him and have wanted to pursue a relationship with him but he ended up turning them down for some unknown reason. Maybe he had a specific type that no one fit, maybe he didn’t want to be in a relationship, deep down you hoped that he was facing the same struggle you were but you wouldn’t linger on that hope for too long.

You two sat on the couch in his apartment, the pizza box sat on the coffee table with a few slices still inside, the wine and bottles of beer sat on the table long forgotten as you two watched the movie playing on the screen. Well, you were watching the movie and Satoru was watching you, his eyes tracing along your features as you focused on the screen.

After feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look over at him. “Everything alright, Satoru?” You leaned over to grab the remote and pause the movie so you could keep your full attention on him. He chuckled and nodded, not realizing how intense and how long he was staring at you. “Yeah, I know it’s probably the weirdest time to say this but I love you. I’ve always had the feeling, whenever I’m away from you I yearn to be with you, whenever I’m near you I feel all nervous. But I think now is when I can positively say it, I love you.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you were slightly taken aback. “What? You’re just saying that because of how much you drank.” It hurt you to even say that but that was the only explanation you could come up with. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to say it back but you didn’t want it to end up being one sided. “Actually, you drank more than I did but if you don’t believe me I can just show you.”

Before you could really process his words he moved closer to you, closing the distance until he was right next to you. He lifted his hands to cup your face and pulled you close, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed him back, you couldn’t believe this was happening. Not once would you have thought tonight would end like this.

The kiss was slow at first, your lips molded against each others perfectly and every movement was experimental, not taking it too far just in case either one of you snapped to your senses. But that didn’t happen, it wasn’t going to happen, not tonight and not ever. Wanting each other for so long just turned into insatiable need and now that you two finally had each other, it was only time to act on all your emotions.

He moved his hands down from your face and gripped your waist to pull you onto his lap. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I love you too, Satoru.” Your words came out between heavy breaths and a smile grew on his face. “I can’t describe how happy I am to hear that from you.” He pulled you back in for another kiss and his hands moved along your body. He wished he was able to grow more hands so he could feel all of you at once but he had to settle for what his two hands could hold onto.

His hands moved slightly underneath the shirt you were wearing to touch your bare skin while the kiss grew more heated. Instinctively you started grinding your hips against his, humping him as his tongue explored your mouth. As the kiss continued, clothes soon hit the floor until you were both completely naked.

Satoru’s eyes scanned your body while his hands moved up and down your sides. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. Even better than my wildest dreams.” His hands grazed the undersides of your breasts before taking them into his hands, gently massaging them while your hand moved down to his cock, slowly stroking it. “Wanna feel you inside me Satoru, wanna ride you so badly.” Your tone was needier than you wanted it to be but you could care less.

“Then come on and ride me, I’m not stopping you.” He moved his hands back to your hips and guided you as you gripped his cock and slowly sank down. Your head rolled back as his cock invaded your gummy walls, stretching them to fit him inside you completely. A gasp left your lips as you sank your hips down completely. “Take your time baby, there’s no rush.” You rested your hands on his shoulders and pressed your forehead against his as you grinded down against him. “So big, you feel so big inside me, Toru.”

Your moans sounded like the perfect song to his ears, all the nights he fantasized about what you’d sound like couldn’t compare to the real thing. Nothing he imagined couldn’t compare to this moment now. You started bouncing and he squeezed your hips before wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him. “‘M gonna take control here okay, baby? I need this and I know how bad you need this too. Gonna love you the way I should have been all this time.”

He kept a tight grip on you as he started thrusting up, starting off slow at first before picking up the pace. His heavy balls smacked against the curve of your ass each time his hips met yours and your back arched beautifully, pressing your chest to his and making your perky nipples rub against his chest to provide the perfect amount of added stimulation.

“Right there, keep going right there Toru.” He kept his hips angled so he could hit your sweet spot over and over. You both knew that neither of you wouldn’t last long, all the pent up lust and need had been brewing for far too long. He moved one of his hands from around you and snaked to your clit, rubbing the swollen bud quickly with each of his heavy thrusts.

Your moans of his name grew louder and your nails dug into his shoulders. “Cumming! I’m cumming!” He helped you ride out your orgasm as your body shook against his and after a few more thrusts his cock throbbed and soon filled you with his sticky seed. He slammed you down against his hips and held you there as his cock twitched and his balls clenched.

You dropped your head onto his shoulder as you both caught your breath. “I love you, Satoru.” You pressed an open mouthed kiss to his slightly sweaty skin and he turned his head to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you more, baby. Now, we have a long night and a lot of time to make up so catch your breath. I’m going to show my love to you all night and most likely all morning long.”

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year

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Seein' Stars

Gojo just could not get enough of your pussy. It was his crack, if you will. From the first moment he kissed your lips and slipped his long and slender fingers up your skirt to skim past your panties and bury his hand inside of you. You were so fucking warm - no, hot. You were so hot to the touch. And where he was usually so careless with other girls (not mean, just flippant), he wanted to coddle you and make you his baby. He wanted to give you the moon and the stars. And if he couldn't do that physically, then he'd do something close.

"Heyyy princess. I have a surprise for you today when you come over."

"Yeah? That sounds intriguing. What is it?" You giggled. Kryptonite.

"Mm-mm, not until you come over later." He was smiling through the phone. You could always tell when he was happy.

"Ok, tease. I'll be over ... when? What time should I come by?" You wanted him to say now. But you had some stuff to take care of so playing wasn't an option until that other crap was taken care of.

"Come over just … JUST before dark. That'll be perfect."

He couldn't hide his excitement and you couldn't wait to see what he had that was making him so impatient.

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It was 6:50pm. The sun was well on its way down and you were sitting in the driveway of Gojo's home.

You called him on the phone, "I'm here. I'll be in, just a sec-", you couldn't finish your sentence.

"NO. DON'T. I - I'm coming out there and I'll lead you in." He hung up the phone and you saw the front door open as his tall frame skipped out to your car. "Hi, baby." He opened your door and took your hand.

You stretched up to kiss him hello. He didn't bend over as far for you as he normally does, so you had to grab him by the ears and pull him into it.

"Ok, so, I'm here, Goj'. What's the plan?" You asked.

He pulled his blindfold from his eyes and wrapped it around your head. Leading you toward his house, you took little steps all the way there.

"Ok," he said. "So I know - I mean, you know, how much I love you. Yeah? I mean, I hope you do. You should. You do, right?"

The smile on your face was nothing short of glorious to him.

"Yyyyesss, Gojo. I know ... I know. What's all this for -" You were thoroughly confused at this point.

"Remember that time I told you I would give you the moon and the stars from the sky?" He was speaking quietly now.

"I do, you said that a couple of weeks ago, right? Satoru Gojo, did you buy me a star?" You kind of hoped he hadn't. You didn't need a star. Not literally.

He hissed out, "Oh, ssshhhhiiittt. Why didn't I do that. Fuck." He shook his head in disappointment. "Well, no, but I think you're going to like this just as much." He stopped you outside his house and pulled you back into a hug. "Alright, so keep the blindfold on, just for a minute longer." He walked behind you and began to lead you somewhere else.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to the backyard."

"The backyard? Oookay." You were more confused than before, but you let him take you wherever it was.

As you made it to the backyard, Gojo placed his hands on your shoulders and slowly turned you around. "Ok, ready?"

"Ready for wha- AHHHH!" You screamed.

As he pulled the blindfold from your eyes, as your eyes adjusted, you took in the scenery around you.

The tiniest strings of fairy lights were strung up all over the fence. Millions of them, it had to be millions.

There was a fire going in his firepit. A large moon hung in the corner about 15' up in the air.

White lasers lit up the space like shooting stars. And there, in the center, was a small table with candles and a bottle of champagne.

You could have died right then and there. You were absolutely floored by his creation.

"Gojo ... oh, Gojo, what did you do?" You were crying, you couldn't believe it.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? Like it? I fucking love it. Oh my gosh." You wiped tears from your eyes. "You did all this for me? How long did it take you to put this together?"

"Ahhh, a couple of hours. It wasn't hard though. I've been planning it for a while."

"I can't believe this. Gojo, this is ... this is incredible. I really love it." You hugged him so tightly.

"You haven't even seen the best part." He took your hand and led you to the table.

There was a box wrapped in glittery silver paper and tied with a white bow.

"This is for you." He smiled.

You grabbed the box and ripped it open.

As you lifted the lid, you found a beautiful "G" necklace. A big, sparkly one that shone like diamonds in the light of the moon.

"Gojo, this is so beautiful." You couldn't help but cry.

He pulled you into his lap and kissed your cheeks, your eyes, your nose, your lips.

"Now, this "G" doesn't stand for Gojo. Ok? It's for "G", I love my girl so, so much."

You could've cum right on his lap as he showered you with his lips.

"I love you, too, Gojo. This is the best surprise ever."

"Oh, wait, one more thing."

He handed you a note.

"I hope this makes up for not getting you a real star." He was smiling sheepishly.

The note read: "Baby, you are the light of my life. You are my moon and my stars. I love you so much."

You couldn't wipe the smile off your face. Your heart was about to burst from your chest.

"I love you, too, Gojo. I really do." You grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.

As you sat there and watched the stars twinkle in the sky, you felt so happy, so lucky.

You also felt the hardness growing in his pants.

Leaning over to whisper to him, "You know, every time you fuck me, I see stars. Y'know that, right?" Nearly inaudible at this point, you breathed into his ear, "Right ... Satoru? Hmmm."

He grabbed you and hoisted you onto the table. "Well, let's make some new ones then."

"The champa-" you yelled.

"Fuck the champagne. We can get more." He said through kissing your neck.

He laid you down and slid his tongue inside of you.

"Ahhhh, Goj'. Oh, fuck, yessss." You arched your back and dug your nails into his back.

"You're so beautiful. You're my moon ... hahhh ... and my stars." He whispered to you as he pushed his cock inside of you slowly. So, slowly.

You felt like you were on fire. That he was gasoline that was lighting you up from the inside.

"You make me feel so fucking good, baby. Your pussy ... is ... hmm ... so perfect."

He was picking up the pace, you could feel your walls stretching and tightening around his long cock.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him hard. Your tongues dancing with each other, your hands exploring each other's bodies.

The sounds of you both panting and moaning filled the night air with lewdness. A contrast to the beauty around you.

As you felt him twitch inside of you, you knew he was close. "Fuck me, Gojo. Fuck me ... I'm yours."

He pumped into you like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against you with each thrust.

You could feel it building up inside of you, your orgasm threatening to explode out of you.

He buried his face in your neck and moaned, "Ohhhh, ffffuckkkk. Baby, cum for me."

That was all you needed to hear. You came, hard, your body trembling underneath him.

"Yes, yes, yesssss," he moaned as he fucked you through your orgasm.

As you came down, he pumped a couple of more times and released himself inside of you.

You could feel his cum dripping down your thighs as he pulled out.

He grabbed the champagne and poured you both a glass.

"To the moon and stars." He smiled at you.

"To us," you tilted your head and blinked the residual tears from your eyes.

You clink your glasses and sipped your champagne.

You were happy. You were loved. And you had a Satoru Gojo who would always keep trying to give you the world.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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