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satoru totally loves drilling his cock inside you, especially when it's sooooo full of cum. he likes it messy, dirty, ruining the sheets with your combined fluidsâand fuck, it turns him on. the way that sticky cum was spread enormously all over your cunt and thighs, a string of cum connecting on his skin everytime he pulls out just to push himself back in, your cunt practically dripping and just begging to be filled up even more. he'd be disappointed that a lot was going to waste, but what can he do? he just loves the sight of having his cock coated with your essence, oozing out so many cum that it became so easy to fuck you for how wet you've become.
âone more time, ma. you're taking my cock so well,â he'd utter against your ear as his speed didn't falter with each thrust, a loud slap! slap! slap! could be heard from how the two of you were connecting in the middle. âahh, s-shit. gonnaâ f-fuck, you're s-so hot, babyâ g-gonna stuff you with my c-cum.â
one more look at your pussy and he was cumming. squeezing your hips tightly, he lifted your hips up and pumped his cock inside you, balls deep until he finished.
it wouldn't really take long before he starts fucking you again.
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The Way You Kiss Me - G.S.
Synopsis. The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friendâs pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesnât.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! Suguruâs sister! reader, childhood enemies to lovers, PINING Satoru, like really really disgustingly down bad, creampĂe, oral (fem receiving), pĂșssytalking, needy JEALOUS! Satoru, running away from it, spĂtting, punching is Suguruâs love language, mentions of aIcohol, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 7.4k (Thatâs wild)
A/N. BOO! Surprise upload. This was so fun to write omg.
âYou sure this is how the grown-ups get married?â
âDuh, I know everything.â
âNuh uh, Toru.â
âYuh uh!â
The first time Gojo Satoru kissed you was underneath that dingy playground slide that the two of you always raced to after elementary school.Â
Usually, your older brother, Suguru, would walk home alongside you two - but this time, heâd just so happened to have been held back for throwing paper planes at the teacher that day.
A sign from the universe, Satoru internally celebrated, something heâd learned from those sappy romance novels his mother left lying around the house. No matter that he was the one that made those planes.
You were six back then, standing in front of a determined Satoru - reaching up on his tip-toes, face pink, smelling of those cheap strawberry lollipops heâd sneak into class and taunt you with. At the much older and wiser age of seven, heâd insisted on being the first one to lean in.
Just barely even grazing your dramatically puckered lips before-
Satoru learned two things that fateful afternoon:
Even as a seven-year-old, Suguruâs punches really hurt.Â
Never mess with you. Anyone but you.Â
Life only seemed to go downhill from there - because that last lesson was proving to be hard along the years. Really. Fucking. Hard.
Little did Satoru know that this would be the start of some strange, unpredictable little dance of push and pull. No, you definitely werenât his wife. Nor were you exactly best friends - not really, that spot was reserved for your brother. But you didnât think you could ever be just that either.
And the punch thatâd knocked his wobbly tooth out onto the playground floor that day was a painful reminder that whatever that was - whatever weird thoughts he had later in middle school about how youâd tasted like candy - didnât matter. No matter how part some tucked-away little part of him wanted it to.
Hell, eleven years later and Satoru still canât walk around that familiar block without feeling slightly queasy. Which is why, after that failed first kiss, he knew there wouldnât be a second.Â
Instead, he settles back to teasing your pouty self, pushing all your buttons, tugging on those cute dresses you wore. Face burning so strangely with- humiliation? when you bickered right back, calling his haircut a âtragic attempt at modern art.â
âSo youâre saying I look like art?â A gangly, now-seventeen Satoru blocks the bustling high school hallway, ignoring the bell. Grin only growing at your frustrated huff, he half-jokes, âAww, if youâre that soft on me, sweetheart, maybe we should go to prom tog-â
You slam your locker, effectively shutting both it and Satoru at the same time. âIâd rather go with Yaga.â
â...you would not.â
âWould to.â
âWould not.â
âWould to.â
âWould- Suguâ!â
And all Suguru can do is wrap two hands around his neck, mock-choking himself, wondering if it was really too late to embrace a quiet life as a monk. âYouâll both be MLA cited in my farewell note.â
He was used to it, though, forced to watch all this chaos since quickly mending his friendship with Satoru over ice cream the day after the punch. Convinced that this was some punishment for a past lifeâs misdeed.
With a squawk of protest, Satoruâs turning back to you, eyes crinkling with a hint of mischief you knew too well, âWould not.â
Your face burns, âWould to, Toru.â
You didnât go with Yaga. but Satoru didnât exactly count that as a win in his books, either, because you did show up that night hanging off the arm of some jerk from the football team.Â
And there you were, all dolled up - which he very objectively noted - way too prettily for some bastard like him. Stars in your eyes, and everything he couldnât have in that smile.Â
Everything.Â
Way too gorgeous, even when he finds you sitting outside the gymnasium later on in the night. Too busy bawling your mascara off to even throw out your usual greeting insult his way. Murmuring out wetly about âthat assholeâ and how he humiliated you by stranding you in the middle of the dance floor for someone else.Â
âWell, he was a jerk anyway. Even Yaga wouldâve been better, hell, I-â Satoru stops short to his horror at the way you only cry harder.
Way too irresistible, especially as his body moves before his mind - holding out an open hand before he knows it. âIâm a much better dancer than him and you.â And oh Satoru will forever remember the way his heart lurches as you blink your teary eyes up in confusion, âWell, arenât ya gonna take up the challenge?â
Weirdly, it wasnât weird at all.Â
If anything, you had to hold back your laughter the entire time at the way the great âcampus sweetheartâ Gojo Satoru was so on edge.
Just a friend comforting a friend, right?
So why was he avoiding your gaze with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, summer blue eyes pointedly trained right over your head. That pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks reflecting the hands hovering in midair over your waist. So close - and yet, fear in each and every turn and swirl.
Yours were searing into his broad shoulders as you tried to guide him to the muffled music from inside. And shit.
That night ended with a second kiss.Â
You donât know who leaned in first, just that Satoruâs soft lips were just fleeting on your glossy ones - barely even a touch. And that shit shit shit- this was Satoru. This was you.Â
Everything.Â
But it seems that every time Satoru was about to kiss you dangerously close to the way some tiny, forbidden part of his heart wanted to - the universe throws an obstacle at him. An obstacle that was six feet and named âSuguruâ, currently running at break-neck speed out of the gym.
âMOVE YOUR ASSES!â he cackles, âTHE FOOTBALL TEAM ISNâT TOO HAPPY ABOUT ME BREAKING THEIR STAR PLAYERâS NOSE.â
And not a word is uttered about the kiss as the three of you speed out of the school parking lot in Suguruâs busted-up black hellcat, the wind mussing up the hairstyle that took Satoru over two hours to perfect. Sneaking in glances at the sight of you singing along at the top of your lungs to some overplayed pop song on the radio.Â
He learns another two things that night:
Apparently, Suguruâs right hook still really fucking hurt. And thank god for tonightâs casualties of noses, because it was a wonder that he didnât look too hard at how close Satoru was with you.Â
He didnâtâŠdislike the feeling of your lips on his. And judging by the way you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror - you didnât either.
Itâs mainly that last one that makes him gulp.
Neither of you remember the third kiss - though, Satoruâs sure that at least 80% of Shokoâs instagram followers did.
According to a very hungover Shoko, and the many, many forms of documentation, it had happened on the New Yearâs eve during your third year in university. In which you were much more used to the raging parties that would be hosted at Suguruâs apartment, and only slightly less intimidated by them.
âAnd youâre a lightweight too, dumbass. You were gone.â Shoko sighs from across the cafĂ© table, eye bags deeper than the last time heâd seen her. âLike gone gone.â
God, what a way to start the year.
Satoru bites back a remark about how âgoneâ Shoko herself had been. Sitting up straight in his seat, regret immediately hitting his senses faster than the guilty throbbing at his temples. He winces, managing out a semi-disbelieving groan of, âGone gone?â
And sheâs only nodding wearily, subconsciously tapping out the rest of her cigarette ashes onto his untouched plate of sweet pastries.Â
âIâm talking dancing on expensive coffee tables and fighting to stop you from giving everyone there a strip show.â She cracks a smirk through a waft of smoke, âThough, she wouldâve loved that Iâm sure.â
âHar har har, youâd make even Nanami laugh with that one.â
âEugh, gross.â Shoko taps through her phone briefly, swirling it around to show Satoru a few pictures that definitely gave him a mini-heart attack at 8:57 in the morning. âYou look like youâre about to pen really bad poetry.â
And perhaps this was Shokoâs plan all along - to shock Satoru to the core hard enough that she can note it down as one of her sketchy psychological experiments.Â
But he knew. Could feel it in the hazy fragments of memories - or, at the very least, in that entire highlight that Nanamin had oh-so-conveniently put up on Instagram titled, âBlackmail.â
You knew.Â
Youâd kissed him back.Â
âI donât have a-.â you slur, stumbling ever-so-slightly as you try to meet Satoruâs glassy eyes. Because shit the years have had him shooting up faster than you could look up. â-a New Yearâs kiss, yâknow.â
You were older - more gorgeous, if that was even possible now. That tight dress hugging your body so unfairly in a way that had him forgetting you were his best friendâs sister.Â
The one person in this whole world that he couldnât have.
But Satoru leans in closer, more because he wants to than anything - he could pick out your voice anywhere let alone over the thumping music currently filling his crowded living room. Lips loose as he tries to play up the cool-guy facade heâs been dubbed with since freshman year, âHah, loser. Because I do.â
âWhere?â
At this, Satoru is stumped - damn, you were good.Â
âNot- uh here?â If he was in any clearer state of mind, heâd have been embarrassed at the way his voice cracks so traitorously as your unsteady hands pull him in closer by his overpriced button-up.Â
Your body was flush against his now, so addictive. Gaze half-lidded and flickering between the sliver of milky skin exposed on his chest - from that impromptu striptease heâd almost started earlier - and the blue eyes that were currently locked you. You whisper a strained, âLiar.â
Close - too close. So dangerously close.
He breathes out against your lips, the smell of booze and you so heady in his mind. And the heavy words falling from his lips sound like lies, even to him. âNot.â
âToru?â you hum, a sound that has him gasping. âShut up.â
âYes, maâam.â
And there went your New Yearâs kisses. At exactly 11:37PM, if the photos were anything to go by.Â
And holy shit were there many. All of which showed your arms looped around Satoruâs neck, crashing his lips to yours. His own, resting against your waist, a scandalously red blush - whether from the alcohol or you - adorning his cheeks. Looking more blissed out than he ever remembers feeling.Â
âIâm a dead man, Shoko.âÂ
Thereâs a lengthy silence, leaving Satoru stewing in thoughts of how Suguru would react once he finds out. And whether or not heâd be able to rise from the dead just to see how pretty youâd look at his funeral.
Morbid thoughts broken only by Shokoâs cough, âHey, can I keep your eyes for experimentation if he actually catches you?â
Subtly, he sends himself those photos from last night. Â
Luckily for Satoruâs eyes, they never ended up being donated towards Shokoâs questionable contributions to the world of medicine.Â
And by some grace of the gods above, Suguru never mentioned a word about the kiss that wouldâve inevitably made its way to him. Or maybe it was because Satoru stole his phone until he managed to pester Nanami just enough to take down that highlight. But, semantics.Â
His heart, however, might as well have been part of some experiment.
Because itâs been working overdrive since that night - mind reliving that moment over and over and over and- shit, heâs fucked. So, so fucked.Â
Fucked enough that it took Satoru months just to muster up to even look in your pretty eyes once more, unless he wanted to get lost in them forever. Fucked enough that he dared to wonder again and again when there might be a fourth kiss - if there would be a fourth kiss.Â
He just never thought it would happen the way it did - with you, standing outside his front door.Â
âIâm sorry, Toru.â you mumble, âItâs just- I think we both need to grow up.â
Youâve freshly graduated now, looking more and more irresistible each time he sees you - even when youâre looking at him like that.Â
Rolling his eyes, âHa, is this another way of saying you want my secret to getting taller? Because the first thing is to-â
âIâm serious, Satoru.â
And oh how he wished youâd say something - anything - else right now. Call him anything but that. Maybe even throw an insult his way, tell him those new sunglasses look ugly, or about how you got that internship he wouldâve died for.Â
Satoru manages to choke out a heavy, âI donât understand.â But that uncomfortable coil of something curling at the pit of his stomach said otherwise. And it causes him to finally breathe out a hesitant, âMaybe youâre right.â
As if that was all the answer you needed, youâre stepping out of the front door. Slow, and deliberate like you were giving him another chance - a thousand more. Sighing out a defeated, âItâs been years.â It has. âAnd weâre just running in circles.â You have. âIâm starting to think this is just some game to you.â It wasnât.
âWait!â he grasps your hand - soft. The look in your eyes even softer as you turn around to face his desperate face. âPlease, sweetheart.â
Satoru doesnât even know what words he wants to say - let alone whether theyâd come out of his heavy mouth.Â
So, instead, heâs crashing them into yours.Â
Brief. Fleeting. Like each one before this. Too addictive, too short, that he thinks heâs almost imagining it as you pull away gently, until he sees that look in your eyes.Â
âToru, I have a date.â
The fourth kiss.
Satoruâs letting go of you like it burned - and, truly, it felt like some deep, dark part of him was burning down right now. âGreat.â That should be hm that should be him that should be- âIâmâŠhappy for you.â
And the last.
He fucked up.
He really, really fucked up.
That first date turned into a second. The second into a third. And unfortunately for Gojo, eventually, you were nearing your one-year anniversary with that asshat youâd met during the early days of your internship.Â
Heâd seen the man himself once, briefly at another one of Suguruâs famous parties. Ducking out of sight before he could be introduced, yet long enough to know that he wasnât as tall, or as handsome, or as absolutely fucking hilarious.Â
What did he have that Satoru didnât?Â
The answer to that, Satoruâs reminded of every time heâs causing ruckus over at Suguruâs apartment, and sees you walking out of your room, tittering on the phone to none other than your boyfriend. So gorgeous. So not his.Â
You, that loser had you.
âIf you sigh again I swear Iâm shoving this popcorn up your a-â
âItâs a sad movie, Suguru!â he defends, draped across your couch at another one of those movie nights you loved to organize. As usual, there was the popcorn, the god-awful movie (if Satoru picks it), and the arguments. The only thing missing, however, was you. Ugh, something about an âanniversaryâ and a âseafood dateâ. Seriously, itâs not like you even enjoyed that new seafood restaurant in town, and heâs sure that bastard didnât know-
âSatoru.â his best friendâs deadpan voice cuts through his little reverie. âWeâre watching Mean Girls.â
And heâs barely even opening his mouth to snark back before-
SLAM!
Suguru pauses the movie almost immediately, turning to the direction of the front door. âUh oh.âÂ
And lo and behold - there was you in all your pissed off, beautiful glory. Throwing your keys on the table, your fiery glare passes over the two men as you stomp to your bedroom.Â
âSeafood wasnât that good, sweetheart?â Satoru calls out behind you, eyes sweeping down your figure. Heart stuttering in his chest when you turn around with your fists clenched, lower lip wobbling in a way that Satoru would both kill whoever made you feel this way and die to be on the other side of those daggers in your eye.Â
Sniffing out an icy, âFuck off, loser and loserette.â
Then in a whirlwind of rage, youâre gone - your bedroom door slamming only slightly more gently than youâd done with the front door. Leaving a deafening silence, and Satoru whining, âWhy am I the loserette?â
âDeserved.â Suguru shrugs. Warily eyeing your door, as if it was about to pounce at any given second, âLet her cool down before you give her an aneurysm at least.â Unpausing the television, propping his feet back up, âSâenough having to deal with you on top of a boyfriend like that.â
And that has Satoru perking up in interest - both figuratively, and literally as he snatches the remote and pauses the movie. âWait wait wait what-â Holding it way out of Suguruâs reach, âWhat do you mean a âboyfriend like thatâ?â
Scoffing, âFunny. Now give me back the remote.â
A beat of silence passes. One. Two.
Only then does it dawn on Suguru that this might just not be some strange prank to stroke Satoruâs ego, and he was actually  more serious than heâd ever seen him. Damn.Â
âBro, have you really never met the guy or something? Heâs a complete tool. I donât know what happened, but this breakup was a long time coming.â
Satoru blinks, feeling a red hot surge of anger. âWhat? Seriously? Why didnât you do anything about it?â
âYou think I didnât try?â he sighs, running a hand through his hair at the otherâs uncharacteristic silence. âHah, and just imagine, the man was talking about marriage, too. As if.â
And suddenly, Satoruâs hit with an image of you walking down the aisle. Not something he was a stranger to, but it still takes him aback. The sway of the fabric beneath his fingers, your lips against his. Hell, in that split-second he even dreams up how Nanamin would be crying very reluctant tears of joy.Â
Everything. Everything that wasnât his.
His fist tightens around the remote, until he could hear the cracking of plastic. Mind whirling with the thought of you and him and you. How he wished it was him and you. âI wouldâve been better.â
Oh.Â
Shit.Â
âI- fuck this. Suguru, since elementary school IâŠâ
And, well, Satoruâs so busy putting that extra physics seminar he took in university to work - trying to calculate the odds of surviving a jump out of this seven-storey window - that he almost misses Suguruâs low hum, a distant, almost barely-audible little interruption, âWell duh.â
âHold on.â heâs snatching away the remote that had somehow slithered its way into the otherâs hands once again. Ignoring his best friendâs croak of protests to pause in the middle of Regina George being hit by the bus - which, he felt was strangely enviable right now. âThat was- what? YOU KNOW?â
âHuh? Even my parents know, the only one that doesnât is her.â
â...â
Satoru didnât know how Suguru seemed so calm, but he felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. Heart stuttering in his chest as he sideglances at your firmly shut door - like he was just waiting for you to jump out and tell him this was some elaborate prank.Â
Begging for you to come - it wouldâve hurt less.
But you donât.
Fuck.Â
And the only response he gets is a low whistle, before a phone is being shoved in his face - flashlight illuminating that crimson blush. âDamn, the great Gojo Satoru speechless? The groupchat is gonna love this, might even send it to my sister, yâknow.âÂ
He didnât care - didnât give a shit if this video made rounds to Gakuganji himself. Only one thought racing through his mind right now.Â
âBut why arenât you punching me like in elementary school?âÂ
And Satoru knows heâs smart - intelligent even. Hell, he was the valedictorian, the youngest employee to claw their way up to being on the board of directors. But heâs never felt more stupid when Suguru breathes out a bewildered, âDude. That was for blaming me for the paper planes.âÂ
âOh.â
Then the movie is unpaused.Â
---
The last time you kissed Gojo Satoru was at the doorstep to that overpriced penthouse of his, exactly a year ago today.Â
The last time you saw Gojo Satoru was just a few hours ago, lounging around your living room like he owned it. Honestly, he might as well have been part of the furniture at this point - like some expensive, fluffy couch. One that prattled on about your âdumbass boyfriendâ and god-knows-what else to rile you up just for the fun of it.
Which is why it was odd to step out of your bedroom - eyes just a bit puffy, throat still tight - to a suspiciously quiet hallway.Â
The lights were turned off, nothing but the pouring rain sounding from outside, television paused on some rerun of The Princess Diaries. Damn, you told those idiots not to start that one without you.
âSugu?â you call, finding his bedroom empty. âThought tonight was movie night?â Padding across the empty apartment, contemplating whether or not to get your phone and call him when-
Ding!
Ah, there.Â
You roll your eyes as you head towards the front door, ready to give Suguru a piece of his mind for going out at this ungodly hour and forgetting his key. Seriously, what if you opened the door and he was hurt, or worse, orâŠ
Satoru.Â
Speaking a mile a minute.
Satoru.
â-florist was closed and the store clerk looked at me like I was crazy but I got this for-â he pauses abruptly, as if realizing something with a jolt. â-you.â
âYou- what-â you donât know where to look - at the drenched, disheveled Satoru filling your doorframe - rain in his hair, curtaining his frantic eyes, drenching his snug t-shirt. Or at the obscenely large bouquet of cheap strawberry lollipops being placed gently into your arms.Â
What follows was an electric silence - and you have half the mind to tease Satoru for finally shutting the fuck up for once in his life.Â
But, no. Instead, you eye the way he stands stubbornly at the doorway, fists clenched, blue eyes locked so intensely on yours that it was like they burned.Â
Face flushed a familiar pretty pink that makes you realize that shit, he might be taller, voice deeper, broad shoulders tight against his t-shirt - but this was still the same boy that cried when you stole his favorite Digimon card in middle school. The same one that kissed you underneath a dingy slide, smelling of strawberry lollipops.
Itâs the steady tap! tap! tap! of the water droplets from his hair that have you tearing your traitorous eyes from his see-through white t-shirt.
Guess youâve both done some growing up since then.
âYou loser.â
âYes, sweetheart?â
The pink wrapping of the bouquet rustles as your grip tightens. âHe proposed to me today, yâknow.â and yet, your quiet, even voice was the only thing ringing in Satoruâs ears. He jolts, as if some visceral, primal part of himself had been poked awake. Breathing heavy, fists clenching until he could feel the neat indents of his fingernails on his palm. Of course. Heâs late. Heâs late heâs late heâs late-
That is, until youâre plowing on, âI said no.â
âHuh?â
You think back to the stuffy restaurant, the man sitting from across from you - how wrong it felt. And all it took were those four words for you to realize that. âI said no.âÂ
Satoru snaps his head up, stepping close - so close. Voice strained like he wasnât asking - begging. Praying, âWhy?â
âWeâŠâ you raise a brow at the way Satoru flinches as you trail off. So desperate. A smirk makes its way onto your face, â...we havenât divorced yet, right?â
And then youâre kissing him - or maybe heâs kissing you.Â
Fuck, you donât know - nor do you really care right now. Not when Satoruâs got his lips crashing against yours for the fifth time in your life, kissing you like it would be the last. Big arms dipping down to your waist, pulling you so tight against his muscled frame that he had half the mind to wonder whether it hurt.Â
âLove this. Love the way you kiss me- fuck-â heâs spitting against your lips, kicking the door shut behind him. âOh- would ya get mad if I-â he tries to get out through kisses. Only to suck on your pretty lips with a pained grunt. âIf I-â Again and again, like it killed him to part. â-hah- celebrated right now?â
âYes.â Youâre letting the bouquet fall to the foor, white-knuckling that useless, drenched excuse of a shirt. âNow kiss me properly, Toru.â
âYes, maâam.â
Such a sloppy mix of teeth and hands and him. Shoving a knee between your legs, making up for years and years of late nights with nothing but his fist and the pretty thought of you.Â
âYeah, thatâs it, sweetheart.â Satoru breathes out, as your urgent fingers that dispose of his shirt, feeling the gorgeous dips and curves of years of hard work to impress you. âSuck on mâtongue pretty- fuck-â His own fisting your shirt, pulling. Ripping.
âToru!â
âI want you.â Heâs letting the poor, tattered pieces drop in a pile on the floor, trailing a hand between your damp thighs before he can stop himself. âOh how Iâve wanted you. And I donât care if I have to buy fifty new outfits to make up for it.â
And itâs the feeling of his long index stroking up your sopping slit through your shorts that has you pulling away with a gasp. Delicate little strings of saliva snapping from Satoruâs kiss-bitten lips. âIf we continue like thisâŠâ your voice wavers as he presses hot kisses along your collarbone. â-my brotherâs gonna walk in.â
â...wouldnât wanna relive that playground kiss, huh?â
Itâs all he says before picking you up so easily, hands resting on your ass. Giving a playful spank ass you wrap your legs around his toned waist.Â
And itâs sloppy.
Both his lips still hotly on yours and the way heâs stumbling urgently to your room through pure muscle memory. Pulling away only when youâre all splayed out so prettily for him on your mattress.
âBlue?â he breathes, pulling your shorts off. And it comes out strained - like the very sight of your panties - all soaked and flimsy with your slick - has whateverâs remaining of Satoruâs sanity flying out the window. âBlue? Oh, youâve gotta have planned this, you little minx.â his hot breath hits your cunt as he shifts down the bed, tongue drawing languid, wet little circles on your inner thigh. âBecause donât tell me this was all for him?â
It was coincidence - or maybe fate - but that doesnât stop you from giving Satoru a slow, teasing nod. Muttering out, âSo what if it was?â
The only answer you get is thumb hooked around your shorts, pulling it just enough so that your brotherâs best friend can spy your pretty pussy.
âWell then.â he chuckles at the way you jump when his fingertip just barely grazes your clit. âGuess I jusâ hafta prove mâbetter.â
A low groan is falling from his lips as soon as they meet your puffy ones, giving your pretty clit a chaste peck. Lingering long enough that heâs sure your sweet sweet juices cover his mouth.
And oh Satoruâs sure heâll never forget the way your jaw falls slack, glassy eyes following his every move as he runs his tongue along his glossy lips. Savoring your candied taste, âNever kissed you like this before, huh?âÂ
Fuck, youâre sweeter than heâs imagined.
You whine desperately, something that has him smirking smugly, âHah, what? Cat got your tongue?â
âYouâre better when you shut up.â Itâs all you can do to buck your hips into Satoruâs pretty face - not that you had to, because one taste of your dripping cunt and he was addicted. Surging forwards until he was nose-deep, locking your ankles around his head with a firm yank.
And you canât lie - maybe youâve imagined this exact scene a few times before on those lonely nights. But you just never expected Satoru to be so depraved. Desperate.
âNgh- fuck, Toru-â you reach a hand down to thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his face up. But Satoru doesnât stop - not even for a second. Tongue still dipping to spread your swollen folds with his tongue, looking you right in the eyes as he murmurs a strangled, âMhm?âÂ
âThought you were gonna prove youâre better, hm?â
So goading. So like you.Â
At this, Satoru pulls back ever-so-slightly to laugh - laugh. His plump, glistening lips curling into a humorless little grin, âOh I will.â Thumb circling your throbbing clit. Just dragging your twitching body across the silky sheets close to his, one hand pinning your hips down. Hard. âI will.â
Loving his new favorite place between your legs one hand toys with your clit, quick, messy little patterns. Tongue even more so.Â
âNot just better.â he grunts, âGonna make you cum so much harder, too.â Having your thighs shake with each word hissed out into your cunt, each turn of his deft fingers. âTill Iâm the only thing on your mind. Me.â
And itâs all you can do to let out choked up groans of his name, back arching off the plush mattress to let him make out with your cunt deeper. Sloppier. So, so starved with the way heâs speeding up, tongue dragging across your walls. In and out in and out in and-
âFuck! Hngh-â you angle his head - and he lets you. âThere- Toru-â
Honestly, you didnât even have to tell Satoru - he could feel it. Could feel it in the way your plushy walls are squeezing his hot tongue so harsh, until it was almost difficult to fuck your pussy so sloppily. In the way youâre letting out such delicious whines each time he grazes against those sweet spots.Â
âThere? Hah- I know.â he pulls away to muse, and your cute, disappointed whine goes straight to his already rock-hard cock. âDid he?â
He didnât. And youâre shaking your head so pathetically - in a way youâd be embarrassed about usually.Â
But thatâs the last thing youâre thinking bout because you feel it - the cold, sinful feeling of Satoru spitting on your filthy cunt. Once. Twice. Blue eyes widening in delight at the way the mess of spit and slick drip down your slit.Â
âCute.â his tongue smoothes over the slutty pool, and the only thing your delirious brain can make out now is a low moan of, âSo? Whoâs better?â
Itâs all you can do to choke out a broken little, âT-T-â Face burning at the way he was so clearly enjoying your struggle. And, well, no matter painfully hard it made his dick - he had to go just a bit easy on his girl, right?
âShhhh, sâalright.â you flinch as he shoves two absolutely drenched fingers into your mouth, making so much more of a mess of it than necessary. Drinking in your cute gags, âI was asking her.â Heâs making your head spin with the way heâs speeding up. âNâ sheâs hah- very talkative.â Words muffled, and slurring together - like he was drunk off of you and your cunt. âLetâs hear what she has to ngh- say, huh?â
And with that, heâs alternating between lapping at your clit and squeezing into your sloppy entrance - like he couldnât - didnât - want to make up his mind. Oh, with your teary mewls strangled, the sound of Satoru making out with cunt is so loud. The squelches so obscene.Â
âFuuuuck.â he drawls. âLouder than I thought. I think she says Iâm better, donât you think?âÂ
You angle your head just right to catch the way his jaw grinds deeper into you, eating you out like his last meal. Your slick drooling down his chin so sinfully.Â
âNgh- fuck fuck fuck- ngh-â your yelps are dreamy, feeling like you were losing your mind with the way he was stretching you out.Â
Like you were about to snap. Any second now.Â
But Satoruâs only increasing his movements, drawing out your little moans. âAnd I think sheâs sayingâŠâ Getting sloppier. More erratic - and it didnât matter if his fingers were cramping up now, cock aching with the need to be inside you. â-that sheâs about to cum.â
You do - so hard and loud - both you and your cunt.Â
Youâre shaking, all but gushing all over Satoruâs mouth, tight pussy squeezing his tongue so hard. Barely even realizing the searing grip youâve got on his hair as you drag your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.
But Satoru doesnât mind - he gladly welcomes it, in fact. Tonguefucking your snug cunt senselessly, letting you chase your high as roughly as you wanted. Over and over.
Even when youâre vision isnât as spotty as before, even when nothingâs coming out of your mouth but little whimpers. Your breathing dying down until all that rings in your barely-lucid mind were those obscene noises of Satoruâs lips all on yours.Â
âT-Toru-â you whine, big fat tears pricking at your hazy eyes. âMâso sensitive.â
And of course this is Satoru, the same boy whoâs been pushing your buttons for years just to giggle at your adorable reactions. Which is why he grins against your twitching cunt, âSo?â
It takes everything in you to raise your head off the pillow that just seemed to be swallowing you whole, and even more to shoot Satoru a half-hearted glare. âSo mâgonna ngh- assume youâre jusâ a pussy with a s-smaller dick than-â
You donât get to finish your sentence - he doesnât let you. Because Satoruâs fumbling with his belt, peeling off those still-drenched pants just enough for you to admire his clothed erection.Â
And, shit, admittedly you expected him to have a big dick - having been subjected to way too much locker room talk with your brother - but this was ridiculous.Â
âWhat? Too big?â He flashes you that infuriating grin. Palming his rock-hard cock through his boxers at the way your beautiful eyes trace the outline of his cock, all swollen and big. So intimidatingly big. âDamn, sweetheart, if I knew that this was how Iâd get that feisty lilâ mouth of yours to shut up then Iâd have done it a lot sooner.âÂ
And you donât even know if youâre breathing, the pads of your fingers dancing along his bulge. Tracing those prominent veins. Thumbing that little damp spot at his fat head. âYou wouldnât have.âÂ
He hisses as your soft hands dip into the hem of his underwear. Voice cracking slightly, âI wouldnât.â
Then youâre gasping - in sync with Satoruâs low moan - as you finally let him spring free. Thick cock hitting his sculpted abs, red tip smearing precum in a lewd little pool. Weeping and so so angry at the sight of you.
At the heavenly feeling of your thumb teasing under his sensitive slit, âOh, shit.âÂ
Heâs throwing his head back when you give an experimental pump, all the way from his pretty tip to the tufts fo white at his hilt. Fist gliding all over the thumping veins. Bucking his hips up like such a slut into your touch.Â
âO-oh fuck.â he cracks an eye open at the way your hand looked so small compared to his dick, how well you were taking care of him. âBeen ngh- dreaming of this since I learned what handjobs were, yâknow? Hah- shit- ya gotta stop before I fuckinâ pass out.â
And Satoru thinks he could cum right then and there at the way youâre bringing your soaked index up to your mouth. Batting your lashes as you suck on them with a lewd pop! âFrom jusâ that?â
âYou have no idea.â
Thatâs all it takes for Satoru to throw your still-quivering thighs over his shoulders, effectively shutting up whatever tease is on the tip of your sharp tongue by kissing your swollen folds with his fat head. Giving it one, long drag.Â
Your mouth is sagging open at the slow, torturous teasing. The sheer anticipation that had your mouth running, âS-so much for ah- jusâ being âfriendsâ, huh?â
âOh, sweetheart.â And youâre flinching from Satoruâs deep, dark tone. The way heâs bracing his fingers so bruisingly on your hips, reeling all the way back till his tip was just kissing your hole. âWe stopped being friends the day you married me on that playground.âÂ
And then heâs slamming in - pushing past that first, feeble ring of resistance, gummy walls stretching out so perfectly for him. As if he fit right in - and he tells you that. Pants it into your open mouth a little over fifteen times, in fact.Â
âShiiiit, look at you.â he canât tear his eyes away from the side of your lips stretching so wide to try and milk him. Sloppy entrance stretching out like magic. âSâlike youâre made for me, huh? This pussy is made fâme?â
âNgh- fuck, Toru! Sâtoo big-â you keen, feet flattening on the mattress. As if to escape. To maybe fucking breathe. Â
Not even half-way in yet, but aleady torn between pushing away and sinking yourself down on his swollen cock for more more more-
âDonât you dare run away.â he warns, looking up at you through his long lashes. âIâve waited too long for this. Nâ youâre not taking this pretty pussy away any time soon.â Inch by fucking inch. Grinding in short, sharps jabs - no rhythm of rhyme, like they were genuinely out of control. âWay too f-fuckinâ-â All the way until your puffy folds was meeting his hilt. Finally. All the way in. â-long.â
And once Satoru had you split apart on his dick - had those tears rolling down your cheeks, cunt swallowing him so sluttily - itâs like something snaps.Â
Because he doesnât waste a second - heâs already wasted almost two decades, anyway - filling you up with his mean hips. Not fucking easing you into it because you always did bring out that part of him, the part that him looping two strong arms around your waist. Pulling.Â
âOh- f-fuck câmere.â Satoru gasps, pressing your body so crushingly against his. Kissing your shaky shoulers, your sweaty forehead, the gentleness so contrasting to his hips.âGod Iâve missed out- fuck fuck fuck-âÂ
Youâve never seen the great Gojo Satoru - campus sex symbol - so uncomposed. Eyes half-lidded, just boring into yours, mouth slack in a soft oh! as he drags his cock all over inside your gummy walls. And the sight is so heavenly that you make the mistake the mistake of cracking a minute smile.
Just barely curling your lips before - âDonât smile at me like that.â Heâs dipping down a hand to roll your ravaged clit between two bullying fingers. âFuck, sheâs gonna be the death of me. Right?â
You keen at the- stimulation? The strech? The sheer embarrassment as you realize that Satouâs still talking to your sloppy pussy? Nodding so mockingly up at you as he plows on, âMhm, she says you needa be ngh- knocked down a god, youâre tight- peg or two. So- get- ready-âÂ
Heâs using this as an excuse to sit up on his knees, dragging you onto his lap so easily like some ragdoll.Â
âThatâs more like it.â
Youâre sliding deeper down his painfully hard cock - all the way till his heavy balls rest beneath your ass, clit rubbing against his pelvis every time he bounces you like some slut. Â
Deep. Ruthless.
âKeep your eyes open, sweetheart.â He chuckles, and youâre screwing open your eyes that you donât even remember shutting. Trying so hard to stop crying out at the feeling of the curve of his dick massaging your walls. âYa gotta hngh- see the o-only one whoâd fuckinâ you properly, right?â
You squeal when heâs taking your clit captive once more. Finger quick, deft. âY-yes.â
But that wasnât enough for Satoru - it might as well never be. Because heâs only ramming his hips up further. Like heâs pushing into your stomach, your lungs, all the way into your cockdrunk brain. Fat head alternating between kissing your poor, abused cervix and all those sweet spots heâd mapped out with his tongue.
âSounded unsure to me.â heâs pouty against your hardened nipples bouncing enticingly in his face. Fingers quirking faster on your clit, âMaybe I should ngh- stop then?â
âNo!â Your hips stutter against Satoruâs. Nails clawing down the sculpted panes of his shoulders, leaving red angry marks for him to take as a sign tomorrow morning that no, it wasnât just one of his dreams this time. âNo no no- mâsure. Youâre the only one makinâ me feel this way.â
You can feel the way heâs twitching wildly at your words, dick thumping harder inside your sensitive cunt.Â
He punctures each word with a heavy, calculated thrust. Hand stretching and squeezing open your cunt from behind to let him slide impossibly deeper. âHmmm, Iâm not convinced.âÂ
Your stupid mouth is only capable of letting out broken, choked-up little moans of his name, ankles locking around those dimples at the end of his spine. âSâyouââ
âStill not convinced.â
But heâs still speeding up his movements, just dragging you up and down his cock. âWho else made you hah- feel this good?â Sure to claim you from the inside out - to leave marks everywhere. Heavy balls on your ass, weeping tip on your cervix, lips bruised as you whimper at his murmured, âThat ex of yours?â Biting down your neck, âThat barista that always flirts with you?â Pulling away only to breathe into your lips, âWho?â
â I- fuck itâs only you, Toru.â
âSound convincing to you?â Satoru hums down at your cunt, biting his lower lip at the way you were milking him so good. Your slick soaking him all the way down to his balls - so needy in a way he never thought heâd see. âYeah-â be breathes, nosing at your neck. âShe agrees- fuck does this tight lilâ pussy of yours agree.â A few tears, a few gorgeous marks down his back, and he was finally convinced. âYouâre mine.â
You donât even realize it when youâre cumming, and Satoru doesnât either.
Both of you too caught up in each other to recognize that familiar, white-hot pleasure running down your spine - all the way down to where he was so mercilessly buried in your cunt. Â
And youâre well into the blood roaring deafeningly in your ears, the sight of Satoru - all wrecked - blurring as he fucks his hips up. Harsh. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he paints your quivering walls white.Â
Cumming and cumming so hard that you can feel his seed dribbling down your thighs, making such a mess all over Satoruâs lap. Your poor, overfilled cunt soon bloated and unable to keep up with it.
âToruââ you whine, like a prayer. Milking the fucking soul out of him while he gently paws at your messy hair.
âShhh, I know I know, sweetheart.â Such a stark contrast to the way he was filling you up like his favorite sex toy. Not even bothering to move anymore, one hand on your hip, moving your limp body up and down his sensitive cock to fuck it deeper. The other still playing with your clit, âSâalright, my girlâ
Satoruâs hands never leave you, and he prays that now that he got a taste - well, you better be alright with them not leaving you for as long as he lives.
âAs long as you live, huh?â you chuckle groggily, a noise so dreamy that Satoru canât even be mad that he said it out loud. âAnd all that riling me up these years. Do you have a degradation kink or something?â
âWell, only one way to find out~â
âOh shut up you-â
SLAM!
âYooo, I bought dinner from that- WHAT THE FUCK?â
There were only two more lessons to be learned:
Always lock the door. Always. And in case you donât, a bouquet of lollipops will do the trick to a Suguru reeling from the newest addition to the family.Â
Cheap takeout tastes better with an apologetic Suguru, and an ice pack to his cheek - and you to kiss it better.
A/N. Can you tell I kept listening to that one Artemas song while writing this?
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Love the idea of Gojo whoâs lowkey a perv but had done a pretty good job at hiding it up until he called you one day and overheard you getting fucked by your husband, who just so happens to be his best friend Suguru.
Itâs instant the way his cock jumps to life at the wet squelches heard over the phone. Hell, even when Suguru very clearly told him the way he was fucking you to tears, Gojo couldnât help but palm himself to soothe that growing ache.
Then the words, âY'Mind if I stay on the phone and listen?â Came pouring out of his mouth faster than he meant for them to.
Truth be told, it was more of a thought that was never supposed to leave his brain and yet here he is now; tugging at his cock to the erotic sounds of you moaning out his best friendâs name. Gojoâs dick was slicked with a filthy mix of precum and his own spit, making it easy for his hand to glide up and down his long shaft.
His phone was on max volume, sounds of Suguru spewing out such filth to you stirring up Gojo even more. Then there was every delicate moan you let outâŠ
Suguruâs got such a way with words too. Dirty talk flows past his lips effortlessly and it makes Gojoâs cock painfully twitch against his palm.
âShow me how deep I am baby, câmon, you can point fâme, canât you?â Fuck. Gojo can only toss his head back and squeeze his eyes shut, fisting his weeping tip faster by the second. âThaaatâs it, pretty girl. Yeahh, yâfeel me riiight here, huhh?â
His imagination is running absolutely wild given the audio porn heâs been allowed to listen to. Everything is so loudâyouâre so loud. He can practically picture the way youâre layed out under Suguru, vivid images of your pussy lips bulging around his best friendâs thick cock as he fucks himself to the hilt of your cunt.
Gojo can hear each time Suguru hits the right spot, he can tell based off of that particularly filthy squelch that rings throughout his eardrums. Which is usually followed by a hitched gasp of Suguruâs name, and then a hiss (presumably because youâve left yet another long scratch on his back).
Gojo doesnât know whatâs louder at this pointâyou or your cunt. âS-Shiit-,â He gasps, hips bucking up into his fist as he hones in on the drooling slicked sounds of your pussy leaving a messy coat of cum around Suguruâs cock. âSo fuckinâ wet,â Gojo whispers to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.
His slim fingers curl around the base of his cock tightly as he hears Suguru use him as a means to tease you. âSee? I told you she was loud tâday,â He teases you with this big fucked out smirk on his face while his thrusts grow sloppy.
âEven Satoru can hear how fuckinââ Suguru pauses to spit down onto your cunt, ââSloppy she is.â
Gojo lets out a throaty whine at the way his friend is actually including him in this. His wrist is starting to cramp with how fast heâs jerking himself off, cracking open his squeezed eyes just to see the mess heâs steadily making of himself.
All because of you. Gojo knows itâs wrong to think about it, he knows itâs wrong to fantasize about you but he canât fucking help it. Every time Suguru brings you around youâve always got the pretty smile on your face and you always smell so mind-numbingly good.
Gojo was a perv long before Suguru and you started dating, and things didnât change at all when the two of you got married.
Ring on your finger be damned. Gojo can only imagine the way youâd sound moaning his name instead, how itâd flow off of your plump spit slicked lips, the way your eyes would lull back when he fucks into you deep enough.
And hell if Suguru ever lets him actually fuck you. He could only imagine the look on his friendâs face as he watches Gojo fuck you down into the mattress, bringing his hand down on to your stomach and pressing hard onto the bulge his thick cock createsâwatching you choke on your own moans and lose your mind in pleasure.
Gojo wants you bad. He wants to fuck Suguruâs darling wife and he knows its wrong. He knows he should be happy with what heâs got right now and the mere opportunity of being able to listen in like this but..
âOh! F-Fuuck.. right there Sugu,â Youâre heard whining out. All Gojo can do is imagine it. He can imagine the look on your face right now, how your body twitches as Suguruâs thumb swats at your soddened clit, making your legs go numb and your face contort into something so utterly lewd.
Suguruâs busy pouting at you, mocking your little whine just now. âAw, baby⊠Donât be ruude. Satoruâs on the phone beinâ all perverted ând listeninâ to yaâ, you could thank him too yâknow..â
Gojoâs mind blanks at the prospect of simply hearing you moan his name. Why would Suguru suggest that?? Does he⊠Is he as into this as Gojo is? Does this turn him on too?
Youâre barely even lucid at this point, completely fucked to pure bliss. âToruuâ,â You gasp, âHnngh⊠t-thank you.â
Right then and there, Gojoâs cumming. His eyes meet the back of his damn skull and heâs groaning freely and carelessly, causing your soaked walls to milk the fuck out of Getoâs cock.
All three of you are feeling pleasure beyond expected from this. Gojoâs huffing and puffing curses and small desperate whines of your name, picturing himself fucking you full of his cum instead of his fist. Getoâs above you drilling you into the couch to the point where your eyes cross and you canât even moan anymore.
And youâŠ
Well, youâre eventually woken up by your husband, Suguru, whoâs a bit confused as to why youâd been making all these noises in your sleepïżœïżœ Especially seeing as Gojo was sitting on the couch right next to you.
âCall me crazy but,â Suguru narrows his eyes at your dazed face, âMâpretty sure I heard you moaninâ both of our names, gorgeous.â
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RODEO STATION, 1 â MEGUMI FUSHIGUROÂ
A collection of you and Megumi, through the years, through Gojoâs eyes.Â
content, warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, sort of canon-adjacent, satoru adopts megumi and tsumiki, reader has a cursed technique but itâs not mentioned in depth here, really just you and megumi falling in love and gojo watching
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part i: first years, jujutsu tech. fits in the timeline around when nobara first joins the class
When Satoru first finds him, Megumi has two conditions. First, that Tsumiki would be kept safe and happy, and far away from the Zenin clan if they werenât going to be good to herâsafe and far away from all jujutsu society if Gojo could help it; and that she would never have to worry about feeding herself or Megumi ever again. Satoru agreed right away, he would have done that without the request.Â
For his second condition, an eight year old Megumi looked Satoru straight in the eye and told him that he would absolutely not be separated from you. Satoru thought it was cute, sweet, in the bratty, and naive but determined kind of way that seemed to be everything that kid stood for, and Satoru couldnât fault him for it. Megumiâs evident childlike adoration of you aside, Satoru saw potential in you, too, so he accepted Megumiâs conditions, happy to welcome the two of you to the world of sorcery.Â
Itâs not until a week before you both start at Jujutsu Tech, that Satoru really asks Megumi why he wants you here (never mind the fact that you had already also made up your mind about being a sorcerer, and if there is anything that Satoru has learned about you in the past decade, itâs that: one, you have the magical ability to make Megumi do anything you say; and two, youâre incredible persuasive and very stubborn). Megumi doesnât look him in the eye when he answers, fidgeting with his melting ice cream instead when he says, âWell, she saved my life.âÂ
Satoru doesnât tease when he hears this, only digging his spoon in for a scoop of Megumiâs toffee butter, smiling to himself when the cold hits his tongue, because heâd heard the message loud and clear: Megumi believes he owes you his life, and to keep yours protected, he wants you by his side.
Satoru quickly learns that Megumi truly has his work cut out for him as he watches you burst through a top-floor window of a high-rise building, falling carelessly with the object of your missionâa special-grade cursed objectâclutched in your grasp. Second later, thereâs a loud explosion, as the ugly head of a large cursed falls limp in the hole in the broken glass that youâd left behind. Satoru chuckles when he sees you smile, and the faint cheer of weeeeeeeee as you fall. He knew you were wild and stubborn by the way you bossed Megumi around without a care, but seeing you in action proved that you were also in your own league of crazy, a fantastic sorceress in the making.Â
To his left, Yuuji gapes wildly as he looks up, shielding his eyes with his hand, and then flinching back when Nobara bursts through the ground floor door, not without a nail going flying into the curse that had been chasing her. She looks angry, then wide eyed, then up to where Yuuji and Megumi were also staring and starts squealing alongside him.Â
âGojo-sensei, what are you standing there smiling aboutâdo something!â Nobara shouts, pointing an accusatory finger up in the air at your flying body.Â
Yuuji gasps again, like heâd just figured out the consequence of you falling from a building, spewing on his own cries, âHey, seriously, what the hell are we doingâshe canât fly,â he shouts, turning to shake his sensei, then pausing, âWait, Fushiguro, can she fly? You know her.âÂ
âIdiot,â Nobara spits, âIf she could fly then sheâd be flying, not falling.â
âThen why arenât we doing anyâyou know what, I think I can catch her,â Yuuji boasts, rolling up his sleeves, prepared to position himself underneath your descending body, and thatâs when Satoru steps in, extending an arm in front of his students.Â
âYou all worry too much,â he smiles, lifting his blindfold just enough to look the pair in the eye, and tilt his head up slightly, âBesides, Megumiâs handled it.âÂ
Three heads turn back up to the sky, where youâre no longer in freefall, instead have had your shoulders snatched by Nueâs talons. Youâve still got that wild smile on your face, wider now as you descend much more elegantly via Megumiâs shikigami. Nobara and Yuuji wince as Nueâs wings flap widely when youâre set on the ground. You shift the box with the cursed object to one hand, reaching your free one around to pet the birdâs feathers. It crows happily, and Satoru snickers, much to Megumiâs dismay. You always did treat his shikigami like pets.Â
âHey, youâre okay!â Yuuji cheers, eyes sparkling, âWhatâs in the box? A swordâactually, I donât want to know. If itâs another finger, keep it away from me.âÂ
âHand it here,â Nobara demands. Youâre happy to hand over the box and have another hand available for petting Nue.Â
Satoru watches fondly as Yuuji and Nobara fuss over the box. They should probably exercise more caution, but heâs there, so the worst canât happen. Meanwhile, you step closer to Megumi with Nue fluttering behind you.Â
âYouâre the one who told me there would be no need to get involved,â Megumi says, voice soft, hands falling comfortably at his side.Â
âI said that you wouldnât have to get involved with the curses,â you correct, standing on your tiptoes to nuzzles your head into the birdâs feathers, âI said nothing about not getting involved with me.âÂ
Satoru does his best not to choke out a loud laugh as Megumiâs face becomes increasingly pink when you reach forward to pinch his cheeks, his grumbling drowned in the sound of Yuuji and Nobaraâs bickering. Satory sighs, content. He cares for all his students, but thereâs a certain weight lifted on his shoulders knowing that when it came to you, there was truly nothing to worry aboutâMegumi would always be there for you. Honestly, he thinks Megumi might fight him to protect you if it came down to it.Â
That thought does bring an audible chuckle to his lips, Megumiâs pinched expression calling to him, âWhat are you laughing about?âÂ
To which Satoru only hums, sticking his hands in his pockets. Megumiâs eyebrows furrow deeper, but itâs quickly dissolved when you catch his attention again, saying your farewells to Nue before giving Megumi the okay to let him recede into his shadows.Â
âOh, nothing,â Satoru chirps, turning to lead the group back to Ichijiâs car, âCome on, whoâs still up for revolving sushi!â Â
Cheers follow him as the veil dispels. You question Yuuji about whether or not you think the restaurant will have grilled eel, and Nobara pretends to throw up, arguing that eel is the worst, that you all should stick to hand rolls instead. Megumi stays quiet, walking on your outside, and humming along with all of your suggestions, and Satoru canât help but wonder whether or not you knew that Nue had been out from the moment youâd stepped in the building.Â
Honestly, he thinks Megumi might win that fightâmight win any fight if it meant being with you.
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a little drabble based on this outrageous ask :)) and half-inspired by some lines from the broken ring: this marriage will fail anywayâthat's my new roman empire everyone eheđ„č and who can resist domestic husband!gojo?đ
a part of gojo's love entries
âyouâre cheating on me.â
morning breakfast. satoru stopped chewing his toast at your wild accusation, his baby blue eyes blinking rapidly as he processed your words before turning to you and bursting outâ
âhuh?!â
âlast night,â you charged, eyes narrowing in distaste. âi canât believe you.â
âwhaaa?â he tensed up, racking his brain for any indicators that he might have wronged you in any way, until he came across an irrefutable truthâ
âwait no, last night, you almost made me lose it in my pants!â even satoruâs face reddened slightly while recounting your nightly tales. âbefore i busted it inside you. how is it possible that iâm committing adultery?!â
you huffed, looking away from him righteously. âin my last nightâs dream, you did.â
. . .
âeh...â satoru blinked again, fully absorbing your words, before stupidly smiling. âwhat? you dream about me?â
you scowled, picking at your omelette. âyes. about you running away with five bimbos, banging them in a cottage in the middle of the woods, and leaving me here waiting for you like an idiot.â
he burst into uproarious laughter, so loud and crisp it made him wheeze. âwhat? seriously? youâ ahahahaha!â
you threw him an unamused look, mildly irked.
âhey, wifey,â satoru nudged you, his grin stretching wide in sheer delight. âno one else can make my body react the way it does around you, you know~â
ââŠâ
âthis here,â your husband then shamelessly gestured towards his crotch. ââis broken already. my happy friend here canât get up anymore if itâs not you.â
ââŠâ
âi mean it! youâre the only one who can give me an erection!â
you whipped your head around him, scandalized. âew! satoru, youâ!â
âwell, thatâs the fact! nothing too embarrassingâ weâre married!â he shrugged as you bulged a vein. âbesides, shouldnât you be proud? you've truly got me wrapped around your pinky~â
seeing how you were cutely pouting throughout breakfast, still all giggly, satoru led you back to bedroom to cuddle you.
âthere, there, sweets... happy now?â satoru pulled you closer and pat your back, his body still slightly shaking with suppressed laughter.
âhmph.â you put your hands around his torso with pursed lips, squeezing him in return.
âlook at this, itâs only when sheâs spooked that the wife shows me any affection,â satoru exclaimed with a dramatic sigh. âso, what else did the dream version of me do to you, huh?â
âyou bend each bimbo on every surface, lied to me that youâre on a long mission,â you huffed, grimacing as you recalled your dream vision. âyouâre the worst.â
satoru still had that dopey grin on this face, and right this second, he thought you were the absolute cutest, because how could you think that he is capable of looking at anyone else the way he looks at you?
you have his heart, body and soul already. hasn't he told you that?
âis that so, poor you,â he retorted with mock sympathy. âbut since youâre so worried...â
and suddenly, he rose from the bed with his arm around your back and another under your knees, cradling you in a princess carry. and with the smuggest smirk he whisperedâ
â...well, i have to make it up somehow. how about i bend you on your vanity desk now, hmm?â
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ALWAYS : GOJO SATORU
gojo is an actor, a famous one, but heâs also been your boyfriend for a few years. you have an argument with him when he agrees to have a fake relationship with his costar without even telling you.
warning. established relationship! gojo, non-sorcerer! gojo, angst to comfort, reader thinking about leaving him.
gojo satoru, the name on everyone's lips, the face lighting up screens and hearts alike. after his series, jujutsu kaisen, hit the airwaves, his fame exploded. people couldnât get enough of himâthe magnetic charm, that boyish yet strikingly handsome face, his tall frame that seemed to demand attention, and that playful personality that left fans swooning. soon, he was everywhere, his every move followed, every glance analyzed. the media loved him, and so did the world. and it wasnât long before rumors began to stir, fans shipping him with his co-star, utahime, the chemistry they shared on screen now fueling wild speculations.
but youâ you loved him before all of that. before the fame, before the cameras, before the world started calling his name. you'd been his since high school, standing by his side through the quiet moments when it was just the two of you, when the world was smaller, and it felt like nothing could touch what you had. in all those years together, not once did you doubt him. not once did you question his love or his loyalty. satoru was yours, and you were his, in a way that felt unshakable, unbreakable.
until tonight.
youâre sitting on the couch, in the living room of your shared apartment, the place that always felt like home when he was around. the soft glow of the television flickers across your face, but the news it brings feels like a punch to the gut. there, on the screen, are headlines you never thought you'd seeârumors swirling about satoru dating utahime. the photos, the whispers, they feel like shards of glass cutting into you. your heart sinks, heavy and cold, and the world around you seems to crumble, falling to pieces at your feet. the trust you once held so tightly begins to tremble, slipping through your fingers like sand.
your chest tightens, breath shallow, as tears threaten to spill. itâs a slow ache, this feeling of betrayalâan unraveling of everything you thought you knew. but even with the panic swirling inside, even as the overthinking begins its cruel work, you hold onto a fragile hope. this has to be a misunderstanding, a twisted story spun by the media. you tell yourself to wait, to breathe, to stay strong until he comes home, until he can explain it all away.
hours tick by, and the apartment feels too quiet, too still. the silence presses in, and every minute that passes drags you deeper into doubt. finally, the door clicks open. itâs lateâalmost one in the morning. you watch as satoru steps through the threshold, his movements slow, his eyes glazed, the unmistakable scent of alcohol hanging heavy in the air between you.
satoruâs familiar smile lights up his face the moment his eyes land on you, that same warm, loving expression youâve seen countless times. even through the haze of alcohol, thereâs a softness in his gaze, a look of pure adoration as he leans against the doorframe for a moment, taking you in. despite the lateness of the hour, despite the swirling rumors, his eyes still hold that undeniable love, as if nothing in the world could change what he feels for you.
he steps closer, his movements slow but deliberate, and before you can say a word, his long arms wrap around your smaller frame. the embrace is warm, familiar, his body pressing against yours with a kind of gentle urgency. satoru buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin like he always does when he needs comfort or closeness. his hold tightens around you, as if anchoring himself to you, as if the weight of the world outside disappears when heâs in your arms.
âi missed you,â he mumbles against your neck, voice low and slightly slurred from the alcohol. his breath is warm, his touch soothing, and for a moment, despite everything, everything seems like itâs as it should be between the two of you.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, the smile on his face wider, his gaze a bit more unfocused. he cups your face, his thumb gently tracing the line of your cheekbone. âyouâve been waiting up for me, dollface?â
you meet his blue eyes, those familiar pools of endless blue now a bit dull, clouded by the alcohol and the late hour. they still carry warmth, but beneath it all, you can see the exhaustion and the weight of something unspoken. his thumb traces your cheek with such tenderness, and for a brief second, it almost feels like everything is normal, like the rumors youâd seen and the doubts gnawing at your chest were just figments of your imagination. but as you nod silently, unable to bring yourself to speak, the lump in your throat grows heavier.
you watch his face, his smile a little too wide, his gaze unfocused, and your heart tightens. you want to ask him, demand the truth, but the words stay trapped inside, tangled with fear and uncertainty. instead, you just nod again, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as you fight the urge to cry. the silence between you feels thick, and the world seems to hang in the balance, teetering between the love youâve always known and the fear of what might come next.
satoruâs smile falters for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he can sense the tension in the air. he can see the way you cling to his shirt, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and thereâs a brief flicker of guilt in his expression. but he masks it quickly with another, more forced, smile.
âhey,â he murmurs, his thumbs gently wiping away the tear that escapes down your cheek. âwhy the tears, dollface?â
he can senses your inner turmoil when you donât answer, the tension in your body, the way you cling to the fabric of his shirt tighten like a lifeline. the haze of alcohol makes everything hazy, his thoughts muddled and his reactions slower, but he can feel the storm brewing inside you. he leans his forehead against yours, his warm breath ghosting against your skin.
âdollface,â he murmurs, his voice laced with a mix of gentleness and intoxication, âi can see that pretty little head of yours overthinking. talk to me.â
your breath catches in your throat as he leans his forehead against yours, his closeness making it harder to suppress the storm raging inside you. his warmth, the familiar scent of him mixed with alcohol, wraps around you like a blanket, but it does nothing to soothe the ache in your chest. his words, so gentle yet muddled by intoxication, only deepen the conflict inside you. his voice pulls you in, but itâs the nagging thought in the back of your mind, the one youâve been trying to ignore, that finally breaks through.
with trembling hands, you pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your grip on his shirt tightening even further, knuckles white from the strain. the words hang in the air between you, unspoken but heavy. your heart pounds in your chest as you force yourself to ask the question youâve been dreading.
âdid you... did you cheat on me with utahime, âtoru?â
your voice is barely above a whisper, shaking with fear and vulnerability. you can feel the weight of the question settle into the space between you, and for a moment, it feels like time stops. the tears that had been threatening to fall finally spill over, your chest tight with the possibility that everything you had believed in, everything you had built together, could shatter with his next words.
satoru's reaction is immediate, his eyes widening as the weight of your words sinks in. without hesitation, he quickly shakes his head, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly but gently, grounding you both. there's a slight frown on his face, the alcohol clouding his thoughts, making it harder for him to process what you're feeling, but his urgency to reassure you is clear.
âno, no, no,â he mutters, his voice firm despite the slur, âof course not. iâd never do that to you, never.â his words come out rushed, almost desperate, as if the mere idea of it hurts him. he leans in closer, his blue eyes more focused now, searching yours for understanding.
âi love you too much, dollface. you have to know that,â he continues, his voice softer but filled with sincerity. âthereâs no one else, not utahime, not anyone. itâs just you.â
his thumbs brush against your shoulders, his frown deepening as he tries to break through the haze of alcohol. he pulls you into him again, hugging you tightly, as if holding you close would somehow prove his words, his body trembling slightly against yours with the weight of his emotion.
you swallow hard, forcing a tight smile as you look up at him, your voice barely steady. âthen why did i see the news, satoru? about you dating utahime?â
the question slips from your lips, though the lump in your throat makes it harder to speak. youâre trying to keep yourself from breaking, to hold back the tears threatening to fall, but the ache in your chest wonât ease. every part of you feels fragile, like youâre on the edge of crumbling.
you watch his expression carefully, searching for somethingâan explanation, a sign that what you saw wasnât real. but even as you hold onto the hope in his words, the hurt gnaws at you, and you wonder if your heart can handle the truth, whatever it may be. your grip on his shirt loosens slightly, but you canât stop the tremble in your fingers as you push through the overwhelming emotion rising within you.
satoru's expression falters again, his grip on you tightening, the alcohol making it harder for him to control his feelings. there's a mix of guilt and frustration in his eyes, a conflict warring within him. âitâs not what you thinkâŠâ he starts, his words slightly slurred, âitâs all just... itâs all for the press, you have to understandâŠâ
heâs trying to make you understand, to make you see past the headlines and rumors, but the complexity of the situation and the amount of alcohol in his system makes it difficult. he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a desperate kind of possessiveness. âitâs all for publicity, doll,â he repeats, his voice a bit more pleading now. âtheyâre pushing a narrative, but you know me. you know what we have. i would never betray you⊠never.â
he leans his forehead against yours again, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you believe him. the scent of alcohol is strong, but beneath it, you can still smell the familiar scent of his cologne, the one thatâs always so comfortingly âhimâ.
his words swirl around in your mind, a mix of desperation and pleading, but they donât quite settle. the weight of his arms around you feels heavier now, almost suffocating, and as his forehead presses against yours again, you find yourself pulling away, pushing him back gently but firmly. your eyes narrow, the confusion and hurt bubbling up inside you, and before you can stop yourself, the question bursts out.
âwhat? so you and utahime are just pretending to date? for the media?â
your voice trembles with disbelief, the words sharp and cutting. the idea feels like a betrayal all on its own, the thought of him allowing the world to believe in something so intimate with someone else. youâre struggling to keep your emotions in check, trying to hold on to the last thread of composure you have left, but the pain in your chest only grows stronger.
your tears threaten to spill again, but you blink them back, refusing to let them fall. the ache in your throat tightens as you wait for his response, your heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desperation for the truth.
satoruâs eyes widen further, the flicker of surprise obvious in his expression. he almost looks taken aback by your bluntness, the alcohol impairing his ability to react in a more composed manner. he stares at you, the weight of your words and the look in your eyes making it clear that youâre not buying into his explanation.
he tries to step closer to you again, his hands reaching out to touch you, but you step back, maintaining the distance between you two. heâs not used to you being this confrontational, this insistent, and for a moment, he looks almost lost, the situation overwhelming him in his current state. he swallows hard, the guilt and confusion clear in his eyes, as he runs a hand through his hair.
âi... itâs not like that,â he finally manages to stutter out, the words coming out shaky. âitâs just for appearances, for the sake of our careers... itâs not real. i swear, dollface. you have to believe me...â his voice is pleading, desperate even, as he tries to make you understand. the sight of you pulling away is like a punch to his gut, the fear of losing you obvious in his expression.
your frown deepens as his shaky explanation sinks in, but it doesnât soothe the ache in your chest. instead, his words make the hurt sharper, and your heart feels heavier with each passing second. you take a step back, creating more distance between you, and the pain youâve been holding inside finally spills over into your voice.
âyou didnât even bother to talk to me about this, satoru,â you say, your voice low but thick with emotion. âi had to find out like everyone else⊠through the news.â
the weight of your words hangs between you, and the hurt is unmistakable in your tone. your fingers tremble at your sides as you fight back the tears youâve been holding in. âdo you know how that felt? seeing you⊠like that, with her, and not even having a clue?â you swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it harder to speak. you want to believe him, to hold onto the love youâve always shared, but the betrayal of being left in the dark cuts deep.
satoru swallows hard, the impact of your words hitting him like a ton of bricks. the guilt on his face is almost tangible as he watches you step away, the hurt and disbelief in your eyes more apparent than ever before. his hands fall to his sides, the helplessness of the situation evident in his expression.
âi...â he starts, his voice trembling a bit, âi wanted to tell you... but i couldnât...â the excuse sounds hollow even to his own ears, a weak attempt to justify something that shouldnât have happened. he wants to reach out, to close the distance between you, but he knows that the hurt heâs caused wonât disappear with just a touch. his shoulders slump, his eyes dropping to the ground as he tries to find the right words, but nothing seems right.
âi swear, dollface...â he tries again, his voice barely above a whisper. âitâs not real. she means nothing. you mean everything. you have to believe me... you have to...â
the vulnerability in his gaze is raw and desperate, the pain in his voice mirroring your own. despite the alcohol clouding his thoughts, the fear of losing you is clearer than ever. âi just didnât want you to be upset.â
a bitter scoff escapes your lips before you can stop it, the sound cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. you cross your arms, the sarcasm lacing your words as you look at him with an almost mocking smile, your emotions spilling out in a rush.
âoh, well now that i know the truth, iâm just sooo happy, baby,â you say, your voice dripping with false enthusiasm. âeuphoria, really. thank you for this⊠for such happiness.â
you let out a sharp laugh, rolling your eyes as your hand moves dramatically to your chest, as if to emphasize how âgratefulâ you are. your expression is anything but happy, the hurt still etched into your features as you step closer to him, your fingers barely brushing his arm in a gesture that feels more like a mockery than comfort.
âthank you for letting me find out this way,â you continue, your voice faltering slightly beneath the sarcasm, the real pain slipping through your facade. âitâs exactly what i needed.â even as you stand so close, your words create a distance between you both that feels impossible to bridge.
your sarcasm hits him like a slap across the face, your words cutting deep. he flinches, the mixture of hurt and guilt in his eyes almost palpable. your expression is harsh, your smile laced with bitterness, and the false enthusiasm in your tone is a stark contrast to the pain evident in your gaze.
as your fingers brush against his arm, a slight shudder runs through him. he can sense your hurt, the anger behind your mocking expression, and the way you step closer, almost mockingly, only makes him feel worse. âstopâŠâ he murmurs, his voice low and choked with emotion.
âstop it, dollface,â he tries again, his hands reaching out to grab your arms in a desperate attempt to keep you from further pulling away. âplease, listen to me... itâs not what you think... i never meant to hurt youâŠâ his voice trembles, the alcohol-fueled emotions leaving him more vulnerable than usual. he canât stand the way youâre looking at himâwith pain and disappointment in your gaze. he wants to fix this, to take it back, but the damage has already been done.
a breathy chuckle escapes you, but there's no warmth in it, only bitterness. you pull away slightly from his grip, your eyes hardening as you meet his pleading gaze. âof course you didnât mean to hurt me,â you say, your voice low and sharp, âouâre just a coward, satoru. a coward who only thought about himself.â
your words are harsh, but they flow out before you can stop them, your frustration and heartbreak spilling over. âyou didnât even consider how iâd feel, did you? seeing it in the news, instead of hearing it from you.â
you shake your head, taking a step back as the weight of it all crashes down on you. âyou thought you could protect me by keeping me in the dark? you thought it would be easier for me to find out that way?â your voice cracks at the end, the anger youâve been holding onto breaking under the pressure of your hurt.
you look at him, eyes burning with unshed tears, but you refuse to let them fall. âyou always said i was the most important person in your life, but you couldnât even give me the respect of telling me the truth.â
every word you throw at him feels like a dagger to the heart, each one sharper and more painful than the last. the alcohol has made him weaker, less in control, and your words cut through him, exposing all of his flaws and mistakes.
âi... i just wanted to protect you,â he stammers out, his grip on you loosening, his fingers trembling. âi didnât want you to worry... i didnât want to hurt you...â he knows his excuses sound hollow and weak, the guilt weighing heavily on him.
you take another step back, your eyes narrowing as his words hit you, hollow and weak. your heart aches, but anger swells inside you, pushing the sadness deeper. âprotect me?â you repeat, your voice low and filled with disbelief. âprotect me from what exactly, satoru?â
your gaze hardens as you stare at him, your lips trembling, trying to hold back the rising emotion. âfrom seeing you pretend to date someone else? from the truth? from feeling anything at all?â
your words cut through the air, and as you stand there, a mixture of hurt and frustration twisting inside you, you realize the weight of what heâs done. âhow could you possibly think hiding this from me would make anything better?â your voice cracks slightly, but you swallow down the lump in your throat, refusing to break in front of him.
he winces at the sharpness of your tone, the pain in your voice making him ache. he knows how wrong he was, how stupid his reasoning sounds when confronted with the truth. he tries to find the right words to explain, to make you understand, but everything he thinks of sounds empty and weak.
âi⊠i thought if i didnât tell you, you wouldnât worryâŠâ he answers, his voice low, almost a whisper. âi thought i could handle it⊠i thought i could keep you out of itâŠâ
âi⊠iâm so sorry,â he falters, his eyes pleading with you, begging for your forgiveness. âi didnât want to hurt you⊠i never wanted to hurt you. i just didnât want you to worry. i wanted to keep you safe from the bullshit the media loves pushing, and i thought i could handle it on my own⊠but i was wrong, dollface. i was wrong about everything. please⊠please donât hate meâŠâ
your breath hitches, and despite trying to hold it back, the tears finally spill down your cheeks, hot and relentless. you stare at him, your voice trembling as you ask, âdid you even think about me when you made that decision, satoru?â
each word carries the weight of your heartbreak, the betrayal sinking deep. your chest feels tight, your mind spinning as you search his face, his eyesâdesperately looking for the love that was always there, the love that once felt so undeniable.
but now, standing before him, everything feels fragile, uncertain. âdo you even love me?â you whisper, the question breaking you as it leaves your lips. the vulnerability in your voice is raw, and the silence that follows feels deafening.
you search his eyes for the truth, for somethingâanythingâthat can make this pain go away. but all you see is a man who hurt you, and you're not sure if he even knows how much.
the moment your question leaves your lips, you see the change in satoru's expression. it's as if the words struck him harder than any blow ever could. the haze of alcohol vanishes from his eyes, replaced by a raw, searing pain. for a split second, he looks shattered, but then, in an instant, his jaw tightens, and you can see anger flicker across his face.
âyou are joking, right?â his voice is low, almost incredulous as he stares at you, his blue eyes sharper than before. âdonât you dare question my love for you.â his tone grows more intense, almost desperate, his hands reaching for you again. âi love you more than anything. more than anyone. everything i do, i do for you.â
his frustration simmers just below the surface, and you can feel it in his grip, his voice trembling not from the alcohol but from emotion. âhow can you even ask me that after everything weâve been through? iâve given you everything i haveâmy heart, my life, my soulâand you think i donât love you?â
he searches your eyes, his gaze pleading, desperate for you to understand, to believe him. but beneath that anger, you can still feel the weight of his guilt, the fear that you might not.
he takes another step towards you, closing the small gap between you. his hands tighten around your arms, his fingers digging into your skin as if he's afraid to let you go. âdonât you dare question my love for you,â he repeats, his voice low and intense. âi would never⊠i would never hurt you if i didnât have to, dollface. you have to believe me.â
he looks at you, something between desperation and anger in his eyes, as if heâs begging you to see past the lie, to understand that he loves you more than anything in the world.
you've never seen him like this beforeâalmost feral in his desperation to make you believe him. he's always been controlled, composed, but the thought of losing you has cracked that façade. he looks lost, raw, and desperate for you to see that he loves you, more than life itself.
your voice breaks as you softly ask, âthen why are you doing this, satoru?â your words come out between the sobs, fragile and laced with the kind of pain that cuts deeper than any wound.
his grip tightens slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin, but you barely feel it, consumed by the flood of emotion. the tears continue streaming down your face, each one a reflection of the confusion, the heartbreak, the betrayal you feel.
âif you love me⊠why?â your voice is a whisper now, almost pleading, as if you're hoping for an answer that will make all of this hurt go away. you look up at him, searching for something, anything that will make sense of this, but all you see is the same mix of guilt and desperation in his eyes.
you want to believe him, to believe in the love you once thought was unshakable, but right now, all you can feel is the ache in your chest, the sharp sting of doubt that you never imagined you'd have to face.
âgod damn it, dollface,â he mutters, his voice choked with emotion. âhow can i make you believe me? how can i show you that i love you more than anything? iâd move mountains, iâd burn the world downâŠâ
he leans forward, his forehead now touching yours, as he tries to get you to see the truth in his eyes. his voice is low and intense, his hands tighten around your arms, desperate to hold onto you, to make you understand how much he loves you.
the sight of your tears, the sound of your voice cracking with emotion, cuts through him like a knife. he reaches up to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle despite the intensity in his eyes. he can see the skepticism, the doubt in your eyes, and it only fuels his desperation.
âi would do anything for you, dollface,â he murmurs, his voice cracking. âanything. iâd give up everything, iâd burn the world down if it would make you believe me. just tell me what to do. tell me, and iâll do it.â
you meet his gaze, searching his eyes for somethingâanythingâthat could make the pain go away. his words echo in your mind, the promise of doing anything for you, but it all feels so distant, unreachable. the hurt inside you runs too deep, and no matter how much you want to push it away, it keeps creeping in, clouding your thoughts.
your chest feels tight, and the silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. after a moment, your head falls against his chest, the steady beat of his heart only making the ache in yours worse. you stay like that, in the quiet, trying to think of what you wantâwhat you needâbut itâs too much. the hurt, the betrayal, itâs all too overwhelming.
with a shaky breath, you push him away gently, your hands trembling as you do. âi need some time,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but firm. âi need to be alone for a while.â
his hands drop from your arms, his eyes widening slightly as you take a step back. you donât meet his gaze again as you add, âiâll sleep in the next room... for now.â and without waiting for a response, you turn and walk away, the weight of your decision pressing down on you with every step you take.
as the door closes behind you, the silence in the room is deafening, leaving only the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
satoru stares at the door, his hand still outstretched, his mind struggling to process what just happened. the room feels empty without you in it, the silence is deafening, and the weight of what heâs done crashes down on him. he sinks onto the couch, his head in his hands, the full impact of your requestâyour need to be aloneâhitting him with a force he didnât expect.
heâs never been without you before, not like this. the thought of you being alone in the next room, your hurt, your pain... itâs almost too much to bear.
he sits like that, motionless, for what feels like hours, his mind a maelstrom of emotions. regret, guilt, worry, desperationâitâs all there, swirling together in a toxic mix that feels like itâs tearing him apart.
he thinks about going to you, of trying to make you understand, to apologize, to do anything to make things right. but deep down, he knows that you need this, that he needs to give you this time, even if itâs the hardest thing heâs ever had to do.
the front door creaks open, and you hear it close with a soft thud, followed by the sound of a car pulling away. you sit on the edge of the bed, your heart heavy as silence envelops the room. tears stream down your face, each drop a reminder of the pain from the night before. despite the exhaustion weighing down on you, sleep eludes you as the memories replay in your mind, the hurtful words echoing like a haunting refrain.
eventually, the weight of your emotions takes its toll, and you succumb to sleep, your body finally giving in to the fatigue that has consumed you.
when you awaken, the sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. glancing at the clock, you realize itâs nearly noon. the realization hits you hardâsatoru hasnât returned. a pang of hurt slices through you as you consider that he left without even saying goodbye.
as you move to the kitchen, a swirl of worry settles in your chest. where did he go? did he sleep well? did he eat anything? the questions multiply, and the thought of him with someone else makes your stomach churn. you canât shake the image of him with utahime, the fear gnawing at you like a relentless predator.
you pour yourself a cup of coffee, the familiar scent providing a momentary comfort amidst the chaos of your thoughts. as you sip slowly, your mind races through countless scenariosâwhat if heâs out drinking again? what if heâs hurting? the worry overwhelms you, threatening to pull you under.
just as youâre lost in your thoughts, you hear the unmistakable sound of keys clattering onto the kitchen counter. your heart races as you blink, trying to process the moment. slowly, you turn your head, and there he isâsatoru.
he stands in the doorway, his disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the confident man you know. his blue eyes, usually so vibrant, are ringed with redness and framed by dark circles, a testament to a sleepless night. his silver hair is tousled, sticking up in all directions as if heâs just rolled out of bed.
âsatoruâŠâ your voice comes out as a whisper, the mix of relief and apprehension washing over you. he shifts on his feet, looking vulnerable and exposed, the weight of unspoken apologies hanging heavily in the air.
âi⊠iâm back,â he says, his voice hoarse and shaky. he takes a hesitant step towards you, the air thick with tension as he searches your face for any sign of how youâre feeling.
you stand there, coffee cup cradled in your hands, unsure of how to react. the memories of the previous night flash through your mindâhis hurtful act, your tears. despite the urge to run to him, to wrap your arms around him and forget everything, a part of you holds back.
satoru stands there, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he watches the myriad of emotions play across your face. he looks weary, exhaustedâphysically, emotionally, mentally. the distance between you feels like an ocean, the air heavy with tension and unsaid apologies. he can see the war raging in your eyes, the hesitationâthe doubt. and it hurts, more than he thought possible.
he takes another step forward, his hand reaching out slightly, hovering in the air as if heâs afraid to touch you, to cross that invisible line thatâs been drawn between you.
he opens his mouth to speak, his mind racing through everything he could sayâeverything he wants to say. he wants to apologize, to explain, to make things right. he wants to hold you, to be held by you, to be close to you again. but the words seem to evaporate before they even reach his lips.
finally, he simply says your name. just your name. and the way it falls off his tongue is like a plea, a silent plea for you to understand, to forgive.
your heart races as you look up at him, his tired eyes filled with guilt and longing. the way he says your nameâsoft, almost reverentâfeels like a plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm that has formed between you. but despite the sincerity in his gaze, the memory of last night lingers, a painful reminder of betrayal.
when he takes your hand, the warmth of his touch sends a jolt through you. you want to feel comforted, to lean into him and forget the hurt, but the thought of him pretending to be with another girl cuts deep. the mere idea of it feels like a heavy weight pressing down on your chest, suffocating you.
âi⊠i donât think i can stand it,â you whisper, your voice trembling as you struggle to keep your emotions in check. âseeing you with someone else in public... pretend to be all couple.â
satoru's heart clenches at your words, the pain in your voice slicing through him like a knife. he knew it was coming, knew youâd bring it up. itâs just one of the many things heâs been dreading this morning. but hearing it from you, seeing the look in your eyes, it makes everything so much more real, so much more painful.
he tightens his grip on your hand, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin, an attempt to soothe, to comfort. âi know,â he responds, his voice almost a whisper.
satoru's heart aches as he sees the hurt in your eyes, the pain mirrored in your expression. the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the chasm that has grown between you. he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, to gather his thoughts.
âthatâs why,â he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, âi spoke to the company earlier.â he pauses, searching your gaze for understanding. âthey were furious.â
he cups your cheek gently with his free hand, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the cold reality of the situation. âi never wanted you to be caught in the crossfire of all this,â he says, his voice thick with emotion. âthe pressure⊠the expectations⊠i just thought it would be easier if we kept it private. but i see now how wrong that was.â
his thumb brushes softly against your skin, an attempt to convey the depth of his remorse. âi was so focused on protecting you that I forgot what you really neededâtransparency, honesty. i wanted to shield you from the chaos, but instead, I just pushed you away.â satoruâs eyes search yours, filled with regret and determination. âiâll do whatever it takes to make this right. iâll fight for us, even if it means facing the wrath of the company. i want to be open about us, to show the world how much you mean to me.â
you blink in surprise, confusion flooding your mind as you process his words. âwhat do you mean you spoke to the company?â you ask, your voice wavering slightly. âwwhat did they say?â
but before he can respond, satoru turns on the tv, and your heart drops at the sight of him. he looks so differentâdisheveled, exhausted, eyes red-rimmed, as if he hasnât slept in days. the conference is chaotic, the flashing lights of cameras blinding as reporters hurl questions at him, but he stands there, unwavering.
you stare at the screen, completely stunned. your eyes flicker from the television back to satoru, who stands quietly beside you. the image of him on the screenâa mess of disheveled hair, red eyes, and exhaustionâcontrasts sharply with the composed, confident man you know. your heart pounds as you take in whatâs unfolding before you: the rumors, the flashing cameras, his raw vulnerability on full display.
the conference is chaotic. journalists fire rapid questions at him, flashes of light bursting in quick succession, but satoru doesnât waver. he remains steadfast, repeating only one thingâthat the rumors arenât true, that heâs had a girlfriend for years. you feel a lump in your throat, your chest tightening with emotion as the realization sets in. he did this⊠for you.
you turn to him, your voice shaky, barely above a whisper, âsatoru⊠why you did all of thisâŠ?â
he doesnât speak immediately, just watches you, his expression soft yet filled with a mixture of guilt and hope. slowly, he nods, his thumb still brushing gently over your hand. âi couldnât let you think for one more second that iâd ever choose anyone else over you,â he murmurs, his voice hoarse from everything heâs been through. âi had to do something⊠anything to show you.â
your eyes well up with tears again, but this time itâs not from pain or anger. youâre overwhelmed, touched by how far heâs gone to try and fix this. âbut you didnât have toââ you start, but he cuts you off, shaking his head.
âyes, i did,â he insists. âi needed to prove it. not just with words, but with action. iâm not letting you walk away thinking iâd ever betray you like that.â
satoru's gaze is intense, his eyes fixed on you as he continues, âi couldnât let you think for a second that i'd even entertain the thought of being with someone else. you mean everything to me, and i had to make a statement, a public one, because i canât bear the thought of you doubting that. not for a second.â
âi know i messed up,â he continues, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and determination, âbut i swear to you, iâll never do anything to hurt you on purpose ever again.â
your heart races as you absorb his words, a whirlwind of emotions flooding your mind. the intensity of his gaze makes you feel both cherished and guilty. the weight of the situation settles heavily on your shoulders, and you canât shake the feeling that you might be the cause of turmoil in his life.
you swallow hard, your throat dry as you find your voice. âbut what about your series?â you ask, anxiety creeping into your tone. âwhat happens now? you just⊠put everything on the line for me?â the guilt gnaws at you, and you can't help but worry that your struggles might ruin his career. âsatoru, i didnât want this to affect you. i thought youâd want to keep things private to avoid backlash.â
the thought of him facing consequences for his public declaration sends a shiver down your spine. you look at him, your eyes wide with concern. âwhat did they say? are they going to fire you? or change the series because of this?â his silence hangs in the air, and you brace yourself for his answer, anxiety wrapping around your heart like a vise.
satoruâs eyes soften even further as he looks down at you, his hand still holding yours, but his grip has tightened slightly. heâs clearly nervousânervous about what he has to say next, nervous about how youâll react.
he takes a deep breath before responding, his voice measured and controlled. âiâm not getting fired, dollface.â his words, though relieving, donât seem to quell the anxiety in your eyes. itâs clear that thereâs more to the story, and he can see that youâre bracing for the worst.
satoru watches your expression shift from worry to confusion, then a flicker of understanding as he continues. âthey just decided to kill me off in the middle of the second season,â he says, forcing a smile, though it doesnât quite reach his eyes. He chuckles lightly, trying to lighten the mood. âthe writer never really liked me anyway.â
he sees the way your brows furrow, and his heart aches for you. he wants to ease your concerns, to show you that his world isnât crumbling because of this. âitâs all part of the plan,â he adds, his tone playful, even if the situation isnât exactly ideal. âmaybe iâll get a dramatic comeback. who doesnât love a good resurrection arc, right?â
he cups your nape gently, his thumb brushing along your skin as he leans down to place a tender kiss on your forehead. âiâd do it a million times over for you, you know? iâd take the hit if it means you feel secure in my love. No one else matters more than you.â
as he pulls back slightly, he searches your gaze, hoping to see a hint of reassurance that you understand his intentions. he wants you to feel loved and protected, no matter the chaos that surrounds them.
your heart feels heavy as you gaze up at satoru, the weight of your worry settling deep in your chest. âare you sure about this?â you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âi donât want to be the person who ruins your career.â
the concern in your eyes reflects the turmoil inside you, the fear that your feelings and insecurities could jeopardize everything heâs worked so hard for. you search his face for any sign of doubt, but all you find is unwavering determination.
satoruâs expression shifts, and he gently squeezes your hand, trying to convey his certainty. âdollface, you could never ruin my career,â he reassures you, his voice steady and calm. âif anything, youâre the reason i want to fight for it. i donât care what they think or what the company says. my love for you is worth any backlash i might face.â
he leans closer, his forehead resting against yours, grounding you both in the moment. âiâd rather give it all up than let you feel like youâre the problem. you are my priority, and nothing will ever change that.â his blue eyes search yours, pleading for you to believe him, to trust that heâs all in.
your heart pounds in your chest as satoruâs words sink in, the rawness of his vulnerability hitting you like a tidal wave. his career, his reputation, his futureâheâs willing to risk all of it for you, and the weight of that sacrifice leaves you reeling.
you look at him, the love and determination evident in his eyes, and you struggle to find the words to express the mixture of gratitude and guilt churning inside you. you donât want to be the one causing ripples in his world, but his steadfast resolve makes it impossible to deny the intensity of his feelings.
satoru notices the turmoil in your expression, the way your brow furrows with guilt as you process his words. it cuts through him like a knife, the thought that you might still feel responsible for any turmoil in his life. he canât stand to see you in pain, especially not when itâs tied to his choices.
he takes a deep breath, trying to ease your mind. âhey,â he says gently, tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his, âiâve got a few offers for new series and movies lined up. iâm not in danger of losing everything, i promise. theyâre just waiting for me to finish this one.â
a small, reassuring smile crosses his face, one that he hopes will lift some of the weight off your shoulders. âthis is just a bump in the road, and iâm more than capable of handling it. what matters is you. i need you to know that Iâll always choose you, no matter what.â
he leans in closer, his eyes searching yours, filled with sincerity. âweâll figure this out together, okay? youâre not a burden; youâre my motivation.â
your heart squeezes at satoru's words, your chest tightening with a mix of emotions. the guilt, the worry, the loveâit's all flooding through you, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. but in that vulnerability, you also see the depth of his devotion, his unwavering commitment to you.
âbut⊠i donât want you to choose,â you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âi don't want you to feel like you have to sacrifice your career... because of me.â
satoru hums softly at your words, the sound reverberating with warmth as he processes your concerns. with a gentle yet deliberate motion, he lifts you to sit on the counter, his hands steadying you as your thighs rest against the cool surface. he positions himself closer, his forehead resting against the counter beside your body, effectively caging you in.
âi canât sacrifice you for my career either,â he says, his voice low and earnest, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours. âyouâre the one thing i wonât compromise on. iâd give up everything for you, even if it meant starting over. no job, no series, nothing could ever mean more to me than you.â
his expression is fierce, a combination of determination and vulnerability that makes your heart race. âso please, donât worry about me. weâre in this together. weâll figure it out side by side, and iâll make sure you never feel like youâre standing in the way of my dreams.â
as you look into his eyes, the depth of his words washes over you, and a warmth spreads through your chest. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the reassurance of his presence. the feel of his warmth against you brings a sense of comfort, a connection that calms the storm of emotions swirling inside you.
âi just⊠i donât want to be the reason for your struggles,â you murmur, your voice thick with emotion. âi care about you so much, satoru. i want you to shine, to succeed, and to be happy.â
holding him tightly, you feel the tension in his body ease as he leans into you, his breath mingling with yours. âi know weâll figure this out together,â you whisper, your heart swelling with love. âbut promise me you wonât carry this weight alone. weâre a team, right?â
satoruâs eyes flutter shut as he absorbs your words, a mixture of gratitude and relief washing over him. your unwavering support and love are like a balm on his weary soul, and he melts into your embrace, his head resting on your shoulder.
âtogether,â he affirms, his voice a whisper against your skin. âyouâre not just my partner; youâre my foundation. you give me the strength to face anything, good or bad. weâre in this together, and no one, not even the company, can come between us.â
he lifts his head, his eyes studying your face. âyouâre not a burden or an inconvenience, dollface. youâre my priority, my everything. i may have an image to uphold, but nothing is worth more than your happiness, your comfort. iâd take on the world for you if i have to.â
a flicker of vulnerability passes across his face. âjust promise me that youâll keep communicating with me. if you ever feel like youâre in my way or like youâre causing me trouble, i needâno, i want you to tell me, okay?â
a warm smile spreads across your face at his words, the sincerity in his eyes soothing the lingering doubts in your mind. you nod, feeling a rush of affection for him. âokay,â you mumble softly, your voice filled with reassurance.
a wave of visible relief washes over satoruâs face as you agree to his request. the tension in his body eases visibly, and he reaches up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face.
âthank you,â he whispers, his hand resting on your cheek. âi just... i need to know that youâre okay, that weâre okay. that, even when things are messy, weâre still you and me. always.â
you nod, a soft smile still gracing your lips as you gently cup his cheeks in your hands. feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms, you lean in closer, your heart racing in anticipation.
satoruâs heart races at the touch of your hands against his cheeks, the warmth of your palms sending electric currents through his body. your lips meet his, a sense of peace washes over you, the world around you fading into the background. itâs a sweet, tender kiss, filled with unspoken promises and the depth of your feelings for him. as your lips meet his, he savors the taste of you, melting into the kiss like a man starved.
you pull back slightly, your foreheads resting against each other, and whisper, âalways,â letting the word linger in the air between you, a vow that encapsulates everything you both cherish. itâs a simple word, but it carries the weight of your love, a reminder that no matter the chaos, youâll always find your way back to each other.
satoru feels the weight of your promise like a gentle caress. a content smile spreads across his face as he brushes his nose against yours, a whisper of affectionate laughter escaping his lips.
âalways,â he repeats quietly, his blue eyes sparkling with love. âme and you.â
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FAST N FURIOUS ! â JUJUTSU KAISEN
âčâË. what kind of car sex does he like to have? maybe on the hood of the car, in the backseat, or while heâs driving?
⥠feat. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, kamo choso.
⥠warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, semi-public sex, sexual activities involving vehicles, squirting, oral [f&m giving/receiving], dirty talk.
⥠xoxo, juno: thank you for 2k!! <3 btw gojo gets hard as a rock if you suck on his fingers
â GOJO SATORU.
âjust enjoy yourself, pretty girl..â satoru whispers, lightly pinching one of your asscheeks as his cock pistons in and out of you wetly. âmmmh, iâve been wanting to fuck you all over this car since the day we met.â
your puffy pussy squeezes down on his cock tightly, and he groans, eyes rolling back as his hips still momentarily. âbeen wanting you to, satoru.. i-i love it when you fuck me deep like this, donât stop, please!â you wiggle your ass against his pelvis, and he inhales sharply as he starts up the same pace again. the tempo is brutal, hungry, sloppy with all the wild need behind it.
the white hood of satoruâs car gleams in the moonlight, the only car in the vacant grocery store parking lot. youâre bent right over the hood, nipples pebbled from the cold, smooth surface and friction of your body sliding forward with each of his frenzied thrusts.
satoru had just returned from a two week business trip on the other side of the country, and youâd been awaiting his return, eager to be with him and needy for all he had to give you. today, he had been too tired to do much, so you went out and had a little dinner in the car before driving through the almost empty city.
under the cover of darkness, one kiss had led to another, causing you and satoru to end up disheveled in the backseat before he was opening the doors of his car and pulling you right outside. then you were being bent over the hood and he was inside you.
your hips bang against the side of the car as he carelessly thrusts against you, cock slamming deep and leaking so much precum you feel it dripping from your hole and collecting at your clit before falling to the asphalt below.
âg-god, nghhhâ iâm gonna fucking cum, baby.â satoruâs growing frantic as he pushes closer and closer to the edge. his thighs are trembling, pressed against the backs of your own, and he absolutely does not know where to put himself.
âw-where do you want it?â he gasps, voice ragged as blue eyes squeeze shut. just the sound of his needy moans and sensation of his thickening cock has your tight hole clamping down on him as your arms collapse beneath you and you fall against the hood.
âe-everywhere, satoru!â you demand, whining loudly. your mindâs too jumbled to specify where, all fucked out on his thick cock.
satoru pulls out, gritting his teeth as he aims his cock over you and shoots globs of sticky cum all over your asscheeks and lower back. âdamn, you look so fucking amazing like this,â he grunts, finally catching his breath as the last droplet of cum rolls down the length of his cock.
âtoru, wanna lick it up,â you turn your head, pupils blown and tits bouncing ever so slightly. the tone of your voice is velvety and unashamed, which has him swiping his fingers over your skin and lifting them towards your mouth. your plush lips wrap around his wet fingers, and you moan lowly as you greedily swallow all the cum from his skin, sucking lightly. when satoru yanks your hair to get your attention, you look up with innocent eyes, noticing his creased brow and flushed cheeks.
âo-okay, princess. donât get me hard again, fuck.â
â GETO SUGURU.
âi donât care, babygirl,â suguru murmurs, voice hushed against your inner thighs. âseats are waterproof, did it myself.â
âi-i donât wanna mess up your car, suguru,â you grit your teeth, sounding distressed at the thought of him not eating you out and also because youâre worried about soaking the leather.
âtrust me, sweetheart. just relax, and enjoy yourself.â suguruâs reassurance has your limbs loosening, once racing mind finally slowing down. his large fingers push inside you, and all you can do is whine his name.
sometimes, on occasion, when he would eat you out, youâd squirt all over the place. when heâd practically ripped off your shorts and panties after youâd been fooling around together in the backseat, you realized what could happen. his seats are leather, in pristine condition. you wouldnât want to destroy them by squirting all over, right?
âsquirt all over me, and the car.â suguru demands, lightly slapping your fluttering pussy.
you moan, pushing a hand into his unbound hair and pulling as you push his face into your pussy. your heartâs pounding in your ears when he moans into you, fingers curling deep as he sucks your clit roughly.
âsugu, harder!â
suguru obliges, scalp tingling from how hard youâre yanking on his hair. his free hand rests on your thigh, tensing slightly as he keeps your trembling legs open.
the car is warm, and you feel dizzy as your orgasm builds beneath his harsh tongue. your tits jolt when your back straightens, white hot pleasure zapping through you like lightning. suguru stops curling his fingers against your g-spot, and starts to scissor them in and out of you.
âsuguru!â you squeal above the squelching, wet sounds of your fluttering pussy, âmmmh, i think âm gonnaââ
âdo it for me, baby,â suguru groans, looking up at you from where heâs positioned himself at your pussy.
all you can do is moan, head falling back when the tension and pressure inside you finally reaches its limit. liquid gushes out of you, spraying all over suguruâs face and dampening his hair, along with the leather of the seats around you.
your chest heaves as your eyes open, gasping at the sight before you. your boyfriend and his seats are covered in your squirt, and heâs leaning towards your pussy again to lick up the mess.
âmm mm,â he forces your legs open when you try to close them in an effort to deter overstimulation, âyouâre gonna do that for me again, sweetheart.â
â NANAMI KENTO.
âkenâ kento!â you wail as he tosses your legs to the sides, opting to jerk his hips up into you after you said you were getting tired.
âshh, itâs okay, angel. iâll fuck you till you fall asleep on the ride home.â
you and kento had been driving back from a dinner date across the city when his hand on your thigh slipped beneath your skirt. he was driving, and rubbing your clit until you were squirming and cumming in your panties.
âoh, donât stop!â your chest heaves, mouth falling open in shock at the rush of overwhelming pleasure coursing through each and every one of your veins. your mind and thoughts are entirely jumbled, centered around kento only: his heavy breaths, the way he feels inside you, his body, his face, twisted in pleasure..
âfill me up ând make me yours,â tears flow down your face after a few particularly hard thrusts into the deepest places inside of you.
âi absolutely will, angel,â kento grunts, his voice raspy as he arches beneath you, hands flying to your hips to keep you in place on his cock.
beads of sweat roll down his temples as he looks up at you, breathless at the sight of your beautiful face. you donât even notice, too enraptured by his thick cock head punching into your g-spot.
ângh, cumming.â he can barely choke out anything else as his spine straightens and his hot cum pours inside of you. youâre breathless as you pull his sensitive cock from your hole, positioning yourself on your hands and knees.
âangel?â kento sits up slowly, disappointed heâs no longer inside you. âwhatâre you thinking?â
âjusâ want a taste, ken.â and with that youâre licking his cum and your wetness from his cock, and he finds it so nasty yet so fucking sexy at the same time.
â FUSHIGURO TOJI.
âalready told you to take it deep, princess. donât make me help you, iâm fuckinâ driving.â toji grunts, both hands white knuckled on the wheel as you choke on his cock, taking it deeper into your throat.
spit drips down the small bit of his length that you canât fully fit into your mouth, pooling at the base before further trickling to his balls. you feel the car speed up when his big palm lands on top of your head, and he pushes down slightly.
âthis âs how i want you suckinâ my cock,â toji hisses, briefly yet harshly slamming you up and down on his lap. you gag, spit bubbling from the corners of your mouth and pouring onto him.
you try to nod in understanding but he pushes you all the way to his base until you whimper out a âyes, toji.â using your mouth like this after youâd mouthed off to him all day is just too fucking good, he thinks, smirking faintly as he looks out at the road.
like a good girl, you suck him exactly the way he showed you, gripping the arm rest for support as you bob your head on him. tojiâs thighs tense, and the car speeds up further.
âtake it just like that, doll..â he rasps before chuckling, âshit, nghh, iâm gonna have to pull over.â
before he can even finish what heâs saying the signalâs on and heâs cutting across a few lanes, rushing to pull over before he ends up explaining to the insurance company that he was getting a blowjob while driving. behind you, other vehicles honk loudly, tires scraping to a halt as this asshole finally makes it to the side to pull over, wheels hitting the curb.
the jolt of the car has you gagging, his cock going down your throat. tojiâs fingers slip into your hair, twisting it as he drags you up and down his cock mercilessly. tears pour down your cheeks as you look up at him; his face is scrunched in pleasure, free hand gripping the door.
âswallow it all,â is all he can get out as hot cum shoots out of his cock, filling your throat. when he feels your throat squeezing him as you swallow, his deeper groans start to get just a little higher.
toji doesnât let you pull away until his cock is throbbing with overstimulation, and youâre both thoroughly fucked out. he exhales before sucking in a breath, sounding exhausted. but he turns towards you, arching a brow as a smirk finds its way onto his face.
âget in the backseat, doll. gotta show you how much of a good girl youâve been.â
â KAMO CHOSO.
âoh god, oh godâ your pussy feels so fucking good!â choso babbles, hips snapping into you as your name falls from his lips over and over again.
the fingerprints on the car window smear as your hands slide down the glass, fingers curling into your palms. tears well in your eyes, close to spilling down your face; itâs too much and not enough.
âchoso,â you murmur, cheeks burning with heat as you decide to experiment with some dirty talk. ây-your cockâs perfect for me, baby.â
the brunet whines loudly, blood pounding in his ears as he desperately fucks you, ready to fill up your perfect pussy. sometimes, choso feels like itâs his, but heâs too shy to even ask you or tell you itâs his. instead, he opts to say something a little simpler, fucking you faster and deeper to spur himself on.
âfuckkk.. youâre mine, arenât you?â he means to sound domineering and strong, but he just sounds needy and in need of some affirmation. luckily, you donât hear him too clearly.
âwhat was that, cho?â you bite down on your lower lip, hoping to silence your own sounds to hear him better this time.
a switch flips and chosoâs mumbling your name, wrapping an arm around your middle as his muscled chest presses into your back firmly. his hand slides towards your throat, gripping slightly as he groans into your ear.
âi said youâre mine,â a harsh nip to your shoulder has you crying out and shaking beneath him, gripping onto the car door tightly as your pussy squeezes down on him.
choso recognizes the signs of an impending orgasm, drawing his hips back and slamming forwards deeply, heavy balls smacking into your clit. âc-cum on me, baby..â he whispers, barely holding it together.
your knees nearly collapse beneath you when you cum with a sharp whine, hole clenching and drawing out his own orgasm. choso spills inside of you with a choked groan, back to his mumbling about how good you feel as he rides it out.
âthank you,â he falls on top of you with a shaky sigh, obviously tired. his weight has you falling too, the both of you coming together to cuddle in the backseat, staring at the smeared, dirty glass.
âyou know, baby, iâm never cleaning those sexy handprints off.â
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ËËË My Love Note ÂŽËË
6 | like a feather.
⧠Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.
⧠Content | language, rough sex, degrading, praise, overstim, edging, teasing, taunting, Choso's mean because yes, filth, praise, pussydrunk Choso, feral activities, etc.
⧠Word Count | 5.6k
⧠Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.
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ââClothes scattered to the floor, soft pants leaving both of your lips while his two big hands grip the underside of your thighs and spread you nice and wide for him. You always knew your best friend was stupidly attractive but itâs entirely different when youâre about to have sex with him.
His hips were easing back and forth, boxers long discarded and the fat tip of his swollen cock rubbing all in between your slicked folds. And there you are with your hands above your head where he last told you to keep them, watching him with a gaping mouth as he sits there and teases your cunt.
Chosoâs body was slightly glistening in that dim lighting of his bedroom, his abs tensing along with his eyebrows every time he pushed his hips forward just to watch his flushed tip slip against your pussy. The messy little sound of your slick wetting up his cock drove both you and him wild.
He was such a damn tease. So mean with the way heâd barely push the tip of his cock inside you, just to draw his hips back and bite his lip at the way his tip slides against your sloppy slit. He was driving you insane.
So much so that you soon brought one hand down to attempt to relieve yourself, Chosoâs dark brown eyes flicker up to your face in warning, âWhatâd I tell you about that, hm?â
You let off a sweet yet desperate whine, âChoso, please?â Your hand goes idle and he smirks.
Nodding his chin at your hand now out of place, âPut your arm back where I had it, princess. Mânot gonna tell you again,â Choso says in that deep voice of his. Then heâs easing his hips back again, angling himself so that his cock pressing right against your needy hole, âThis is where you want me, right?â
âMhm,â You hum, pulling your lower lip into your mouth. This was almost embarrassingâ your hands above your head, his hands on your thighs, and only his hips being in control of how his cock angles against you. âCho, hah⊠you said youâd treat me like a slut so-â
âNo,â He interrupts so casually as he glances down to the obscene display of his cock rutting in between your folds, âI said Iâd treat her,â Choso spits straight down onto his tip, tilting his head and smirking as he makes even more of a mess below, âLike a slut. Big difference, princess.â
You merely pout at that, your eyes softening in utter desperation as you lift your hips slightlyâ attempting to feel more of him, âEither way,â You huff softly, âYou said you wanted to fuck me so justâŠâ
âJust what?â Choso breathes out, dragging his heavy cock back and forth against you once more.
You swear youâve been pleading for him for the past thirty minutes or so, âFuck me-â
Choso smirks, âBeg for it,â He says suddenly as he shifts his angry cockhead away from you for a second just to tap his tip against you moments later, âSince you want it so badly, beg for it-, beg for me.â
You hate the way his lowly spoken words have you complying without thought, âPlease?â Such a light little whine was hushed out and there he was biting back a groan.
He couldnât even bring himself to deny you any further. As much as he enjoys teasing you and rubbing his leaky tip up and down your sloppy folds, feeling you twitch against him every time he speaks, leak with every glance, and whine at the faintest loss of himâ Choso doesnât think thereâs anything that compares to the way you sound gasping out his name as he finally angles his cock into you.
And sure, you had plenty of time to admire his cock before he started pushing into you but fuck the last thing you were expecting is this mean curve of his. Pushing in inch by inch, his brows tensing and jaw-dropping, Choso was on the verge of moaning at how you felt around him.
Hell, he practically loses himself completely. His hands move away from your thighs and he leans down to you, feeling your legs wrap around his waist as he keeps pushing in and in and in. You could hear his breath hitching as his cock slides deeper inside you but what really caught you off guard is his struggle to talk.
Chosoâs hair is still a complete mess and you notice how breathy his voice is, âOh fuck,â He gasps with his brows fully tense, âYouâre so-, agh⊠so fuckinâ warm, shit.â
And youâre both adjusting to each other perfectly fine at first. Heâs easing himself in and out of you carefully, pulling his hips back and then rolling them back down slowly-, carefully even. That is, until his eyes focus on your face. Maybe it was the way your eyes hazily met his, or the sound of you gasping every time he humped his heavy cock deeper into you but, either way, it makes him groan.
âFuuck,â Choso drags out, âLook at you,â He coos, tilting his head as his eyes rake up and down your expression, âYâlook so pretty like this,â He suddenly compliments.
Both his tone and oddly kind words make your cunt squeeze around him, earning a hiss from his mouth. âYou only think mâpretty when youâre fucking me?â You whisper almost jokingly.
Choso shrugs and your little joke makes him smile, âIâve called you pretty before, havenât I?â He murmurs back to you.
As this little chat continues, heâs slowly picking up his pace inside you, âN-Not recently, no,â You stammer.
âWell, Iâd keep complimenting you but uh,â Choso clicks his tongue and you feel his hands latch onto your thighs again. Then, in an instant, heâs moving your legs up and pressing them down against your chest, âThatâs not how you wanna be treated tonight, now is it?â He finishes.
You wouldâve answered him normally but the way his cock plunges deeper inside you, hitting somewhere all too sweet, has you choking on whatever it is you were gonna say. And he notices it too, the slight shift in your breathing, the way a whine gets caught in your throat, and your cunt clenching around him as if you didnât want him to move.
âYouâd much rather be treated like a lilâ whore fâme, right?â Choso huffs out rhetorically. Of course, he expects no real answer from you while he stuffs you full of his cock, ignoring how tightly youâre clamping around him.Â
The sounds are so filthy tooâ your cunt was soaked, sopping even, as he thrusts his swollen cock into you. That syrupy squelch had Choso in a goddamn trance, his eyes flickering back, the veins decorating his muscular arms tensing as he fucks himself deeper and deeper inside you. Chosoâs lips part at some point and he groans, feeling your legs dangle against his shoulders and the way your pussy narrows around his thick shaft.
The sheets below were already wet from you, followed by that obscene sound of slick coating his curved cock as he angles it into you. Your moans were being drowned out by the melodic sound of your pussy and it had Choso in a chokehold.Â
Maybe itâs because youâre his best friend and heâs known you for about eight years but, Choso seems to know your body like the back of his hand. Shifting himself right where you need him, feeling your pussy gush as his tip knocks into your sweet spot repeatedly.
âC-Choso,â You gasp, âFuck, mmghâŠâ
Choso shakes his head almost in disbelief suddenly, âCominâ in my room late at night,â He starts off, losing himself in his replay of how the two of you ended up like this in the first place, âAskinâ me for âadviceâ knowing damn well all you needed was for someone tâfuck you properly,â He grunts out that last word with a heavy thrust, watching your eyes flicker back.
While your eyes lull back, youâre gasping out a teasing little response back to him, âDonât ah-, a-act like you didnât want the-, hah⊠same thing, Cho.â
His lips twitch at the sound of your breathy voice, his hips growing more calculated with you, âHuh?â
âYouâve probably been f-fantasizing about this all d-dayâŠâ Your bottom lip slips into a slight pout as you hush those words out to him.
All Choso can do is smile at that. He canât exactly say he hasnât thought about this very moment once or twice today, âThink so?â He soon muses.
Waiting for your answer, he watches the number of times your face twists upâ studying you, fucking his fat cock into you harder, holding back his noises, and-, hell, he was nearly holding his breath just so he could savor every little sound that leaves those pretty lips of yours.
âUhuhâŠâ You eventually gasp out.
Choso blinks away from his intense focus to the sounds he can get out of you, âWhatâs it feel like?â
Your brows twist up and your eyes flicker as you struggle to process his question, âHm?â
âDoes it feel like Iâve been fantasizing âbout this all day?â Choso emphasizes with a particularly hard thrust, âHuh?â
And oh how you love teasing your best friend, even when his cock is a hefty seven inches deep inside you, âN-No..â You mumble to the man, watching the immediate way his face twists up.
âNo?â Choso practically scowls at you, âSo Iâm not fuckinâ you hard enough?â
A small little smile spreads across your face as your glossed-up eyes meet his, âY-You could⊠mmgh, you could be fuckinâ me harder.â
Chosoâs practically speechless for a second, continuing with his same âsteadyâ pace as he cocks his head to the side, âThis isnât enough for yaâ, huh?â
âN-No, I just-â
âGreedy girl,â Is the last thing he growls out before pressing his weight down against you.
The underside of your thighs sandwiches against his chest and you swear you feel his cock twitching wildly inside you. Chosoâs hips pivot down against you as he positions himself to be a bit more firm with the way heâs fucking you.Â
Your eyes nearly cross at how he has you folded up and unable to move, forced to take every unforgiving inch of his angry curved cock. Then he has the nerve to stare you dead in your eyes with his low-lidded ones, deep brown eyes dilating the longer he looks at you.
âOh fuck,â You gasp, feeling him slip his thumb in between the two of you and down to your clit.
Choso smirks again, âLook at youâ fuckinâ droolinâ fâme,â He points out as his gaze dances down to the small trail of saliva leaving your lips.
You were almost completely out of it, clenching around him so desperately, moaning so loud that the neighbor would be ready for the noise complaint within twenty-four hours, and making this fucking face that had Choso pounding you down into his bed.
God if you werenât every bit of sexy at this very moment.
âChoso,â You choke out as he thumbs your clit in small merciless little circles and doesnât let up on you for even a second.
âDonât Choso me,â He scoffs, âYou wanted me to go harder ând thatâs what Iâm doinâ.â
The two of you are pretty sure his words are going through one ear and out the other because with the way your eyes are lulling to the back of your skull and youâre left under him just gasping and gaping with every thrustâ youâre both positive that youâre pretty cockdrunk at this point.
How could you not be? You donât know if youâd say it aloud but fuck is Chosoâs cock huge. He hits all the right places and more, places you didn't even realize you had. And to make matters worse, he knows what heâs doing too. He just eyes the way your lashes flutter, listens for a specifically pitched whine of his name to leave your throat, and feels that soul-sucking grip you have around his dick every time he tries to tug his hips backâ all of which lets him know heâs doing something right.
But then again, the sound of you blabbing out things like, âFeels so g-good, hah..â Assures him as well.
To which he lets his little ego present itself to you, âOh I know it does, princess.â Choso whispers, tipping his head down a bit to lick that earlier slip of drool from off of your chin.
You pay almost no mind to it though, too distracted by that ego of his, âCocky hgnh, b-bastard.â
âHm?â Choso hums before softly kissing at the corner of your lips and whispering yet again, âWhat was that?â
âYou heard me.â You grit out.
He canât help his grin. Maybe your voice turned him on or something because every time you said something, especially if it was something teasing, his cockhead is just dripping inside you and you can feel his veins throbbing against your plush walls.Â
âNah, repeat that fâme,â He hums, slowing his pace ever so slightly, ïżœïżœïżœCocky what?â
âC-Choso-,â You gasp again as the creaking of the bed slows and his thumb rolls upwards against your clit.
He kisses the edge of your mouth again, âSay it again. Câmon, lemme hear you this time.â
You moan softly, feeling his cock curve right into where you needed him most, âBastard, hah..â
âIâm no bastard, baby. Cause if I wasâŠâ He pauses to take a breath before smirking, âIâd do somethinâ like this,â And then his cock slips out of you completely and you nearly spasm.
The mean loss of him so suddenly had you on the verge of tears. Gasping a whiny little, âPut it back in, Cho. Pleease?â
To which he just decides to be an asshole for a bit longer and thrust his bulging cock against your throbbing cunt instead of inside you. âPut it back in, huh? But I thought I was a bastard, princess?â
âChoso, p-please,â You whisper. You were about to lose your damn mind, he was exactly where you needed him and now your cuntâs just clenching around nothing, âI-Iâm so close.â
âYeah?â Choso responds as if he didnât know that already, âYou were ready tâcum fâme?â
You nod desperately, âUhuh.â
Then heâs leaning up, easing his weight off of you as he sits back on his heels. âSo youâre done beinâ a lilâ brat then, right?â He asks with a little huff.
As if not to have him get too far away from you, you ease your legs down from your chest and shift closer to him. âMhm,â You hum mindlessly with a cute attempt at reaching your hand down for his cock again.
Chosoâs eyes follow your hand almost in a daze, mesmerized by how needy you are for him, âPromise?â
âPinky promise Cho, now please..â You huff.
âReady to take all of me like the good slut you promised to be fâme?â He asks almost finally. Then, heâs reaching for your hips and repositioning both of youâ flipping himself over and pulling you on top of him, âHm?â
Your lashes bat as youâre repositioned to straddle him so quickly, âY-Yes Choso.â You stammer with your eyes all over how he looks below you.
With his hair all laid out against the mattress, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath he takes, his body slick with sweat, and muscular arms at his sides as he grabs a steady hold of your hips.
Then youâre looking down and spotting his cockâ watching how it twitches so aggressively with nothing more than a mere glance from you, eyeing down how cum leaks from the slit of his blushing cockhead, and practically drooling all over again. And not in only one place because you think you just got impossibly wetter from the sight of him underneath you like this.
âWell?â Choso breathes out before moving to put his hands back behind his head, âI was tryinâ to be nice for once, princess. If you want it so bad, stop starinâ ând just t-,â He stammers off with a throaty groan as your fingers wrap around his cock so suddenly, âT-Take it.â
Was this his way of submitting to you? You almost smirk at the thought of that alone, adjusting yourself above him so that your pussy is hovering right over his tip, grazing him with your moisture. Chosoâs breathing picks up instantly and he almost starts to regret putting you on top of him, almost.
What saves him from that regret is probably how enamoring you look sinking yourself down on his cock. He thinks he sees your pupils dilate the very second his cock slides back inside you and your lips quiver open as you moan his name so damn deliciously.
Shit. Choso was going to let you do your own thing but simply watching you sink down on him so sensually has his hips lifting to meet yours. A pair of hands are soon placed on his chest as you force him to keep still and Chosoâs head tips back against his bed, his cock aching inside you.
There was that warmth again, such slick and wet filthy warmth that just surrounds the entirety of his cock in almost one go.
âOh, fuuuck me,â Choso groans unintentionally, his hands moving from behind his head and right back to your hips.
His sudden grip is so damn tight too, like heâs literally holding on for dear life. And hey, maybe he was. This was an entirely new angle inside your cunt after all. Choso doesnât know if heâs imagining it but he thinks you got tighter within those few seconds he wasnât inside you.
What really throws him off is the first rock of your hips against him. Choso lets out the moan heâs been holding in all this time and his hips are lifting again.
âChoso?â You whisper his name so suddenly that it just rips him from his daze completely.
Panting heavier than he remembers, his eyes flutter before they land on yours, âH-Huh?â
You slowly lift your hips up and his eyes drop down to the sight of your puffy lips pulling up off of his cock, revealing a surprising slick of white before you start sinking back down.
âOh shit,â Choso gasps, realizing he came prematurely from nothing more than the change of positioning alone.
Youâve got the smug look on your face, âD-Did⊠Did you justâŠ?â
He nods his head and squeezes his eyes shut, ââŠI did.â
Despite Chosoâs sudden release, you nor him exactly stop at that point. If anything, you kinda laugh it off and move your hips gently against him, âCho, is that all it takes to make you cum?â You suddenly tease.
He rolls his eyes at you and his hands slide up to hold your waist, âDonât fuckinâ tease me,â Choso gasps slightly, relishing in the slight aftershock of his abrupt orgasm, âYou donât know how-, fuck, how good you feel.â
You drag your fingernail along his sculpted chest, blindly admiring each cut and crease of his abs while your hips idly rock back and forth at such a torturously slow pace. âSo tell me then,â You tease, earning a hiss from him as your fingertip flicks over his flushed nipple.
Choso grits his teeth for a moment, lowly eyeing how confident you seem to have gotten. âI jusâ did,â He huffs, âNow stop beinâ difficult ând just fuck-,â His throat clears as he corrects himself, âRide me.â
You tilt your head at the man and twirl your finger around his all too perky nipple, only teasing him further, âSay please.â
âIâm not begginâ you to do shit,â Choso huffs.
Such a damn brat he was, even underneath you and panting heavier and heavier each time you toyed with his chest a bit.
âAsshole,â You frown, leaning down to him a bit and causing your hips to lift up off his cock ever so slightly, âYou made me beg.â
His lips twitch into a smirk, âBaby, why would I beg for somethinâ I already have?â Then his hands are slipping back down to your hips and heâs pushing you down on him again, âRemember, Iâm the one that put you on top of me.â
The way your brows twist up and your face scrunches are all too cute. Choso imagined this moment with you here and there but his fantasies will never compare to the real thing. Especially not with the way he easily guides your hips against him and you just sit there with that scowl on your face, letting him have his way with you even while heâs under you.
âFuck you,â You whisper while you sit up properly and frustratedly glance down to where you two are connected. The sight below is so damn lewd.
With a messy white ring of cum already collected around Chosoâs thick base, your pussy lips stretched just to take every inch of him, and both of you throbbing for moreâ it was just purely obscene below.
âThatâs all you have tâsay? âFuck me?ââ Choso mocks, raising a brow, âWhat happened to all that confidence of yours, huh?â
You groan, âDo you ever stop, mmh-, talking?â
He moves to take his hands off of you and prop himself up on his elbows, shaking his head slightly to move some of his messy hair out of his face before cracking a smile, âWhy would I?â He then nods his chin toward your lower half, âShe likes when I talk.â
As if to fight back with more than just breathy words, your hips jerk forward and earn a quick tensing of his brows in pleasure, âNo, âsheâ would just love if you shut the hell up for one second,â Your words come out almost all at once as you feel his fat tip prodding against that mushy spot inside you again.
âShe can come shut me up herself if thatâs the case,â Choso taunts with a teasing lick of his lips, âSâthat what you want? Wanna come put that pretty pussy on my mouth ând shut me the hell up?â
A whine leaves your throat at the thought alone, your eyes focusing on his lips and that stupid smirk plastered across them. âN-No,â You stammer before pressing your hands flat against his chest again and pushing him down off of his elbows and flat on the bed.
Heâs caught off guard all over again because then youâre lifting your hips and slamming them back down on himâ forcing a moan from both of you.Â
Then heâs chuckling breathily, âFuck, thatâll do it too.â Choso nods, âThatâll shut me up.â
âYeah?â You huff as you continue with that aggressive bounce up and down on his cock.
Choso tips his head back again and nods once more, âUhuh, jusâ-, ah⊠jusâ k-keep doinâ that.â
You donât have to be told twice. It was clear that something about you being on top of him drove him crazier than before. Something about feeling your cunt squeeze every inch of his cock as you lifted yourself, followed by the messy squelch of you plopping back down seconds later had his breath hitching again.
Chosoâs no virgin but damn did you make him feel like one. He can hardly think properly as you ride him in earnest, bouncing yourself on his cock so prettily, simply taking what you want from himâ hell, all he can think about is you and how well youâre taking him right now.
The heavenly little gasps of his name you keep letting out arenât helping his situation either. Every little âChosoâ or âfeels sâgoodâ that pours out of your mouth has his cock dripping against your inner walls again. The creaking of the bed had returned and you both allowed yourself to be as loud as either of you wished.Â
Surely thereâd be a noise complaint from the neighbors the next morning. Especially as you reach your orgasm and your bouncing comes to a slow. Then youâre leaning down to him and heâs wrapping his arms around your waist as yours go around his neck.
Your breaths are shared and he could tell and feel you make a mess all over his cock. Youâre panting and trying to keep moving but you just couldnât do it yourself, you canât keep going as your legs start to give out on you.
All that talk from before and now look at youâ silently begging him to help you maintain your high. And who was Choso to ever deny you of such a thing?
As such, heâs shifting his legs around and planting his feet flat against the bed before he starts fucking his heavy cock up into you. His sudden movement earned a choked gasp of his name from you and he gapes at how your eyes roll back.
His hands move to your hips and you lean up slowly, your eyes hazily meeting his.
Then, Chosoâs whispering to you, âFuck me back, câmon,â He encourages.
Your arms are a bit shaky from his thrusts but that doesnât stop you from placing your hands on the bed and keeping yourself stable as you throw your hips back to meet his.
And god did he start to lose his mind again, thrusting-, no, pounding himself up into you over and over and over again like he was possessed. His jaw hangs open, mirroring yours while you two fuck each other stupidly. Had it become a competition or something? Because it damn sure felt like it.
And hey, you and Choso have always been like that. From the day you met to now, whatever you did with one another always became some kinda competition. Not that you were complaining now though, it was working out in your favorâ even though he was winning (in a sense) with the way your body goes limp again and you just fall forward against him.
Then Chosoâs whispering in your ear, âThatâs all you got?â He chuckles, his hands gripping onto your hips tighter as he moves you himself.
Youâre panting and whining against him, feeling the constant and relentless prodding of his thick leaky cockhead into the depths of your cunt. Shit, if he couldnât think properly earlier, you damn sure couldnât by this point. All you could process was how fucking full you were of him, how every bruising inch fit into you so perfectly over and over, and that filthy sound of your cum and his mixing to create such a big mess around his cock.
âC-Choso,â You gasp out, âChoso-, fuck..â
He hardly even heard your voice at first, too lost in the syrupy trance your pussy had him in before heâs grunting out a lazy response to you, âHuh?â
Then your breath is stuttering, âS-Slow down-, nngh⊠please?â
âYou feel so fuckinâ good,â Choso groans, âI canât-, fuuck, I canât slow down, princess. N-Not yet,â He pants, âJust-, hah, jusâ lemme fuck you full again. Mmgh, please?â
You whimper before turning your head to meet his gaze, âT-Thought you werenât-, ngh, gonna beg for anything?â
He smiles before dropping his eyes to your lips, âShut up.â Choso hushes out finally before pressing his lips into yours.
You donât know how he does it or where the hell he gets his stamina from but heâs just doing all the work for youâ hands on your hips pushing and pulling you down to meet his thrusts, his own hips piston his cock into you with not one second to catch a breath, and his lips molding against yours as he swallows up every whine and whimper you let out.
Though, as surprising as his stamina and strength are, even he gets tired or frustrated at some point and just flips you both on your sides. Your leg is hoisted up on his hip and heâs just rutting into you like a damn madman, panting hard against your lips while spewing curse after curse about how good you feel around him.
When Choso fucks, he fucks like heâll never get the chance to do so again, coaxing orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of you to the point where youâre seeing stars and can barely get his name past your lips properly. Listening for that sexy little ah, ah, ah that leaves your throat with every thrustâ Choso was tempted to break you in half.
Hell, maybe he already had because youâre choking on your moans, tears are welling up in your eyes, and one moment heâs fucking you while youâre on your sides and the next heâs on top of you again, blindly beating his cock deeper inside you. You swore he was in your lungs at that point because every little gasp you took was of his name.Â
Your nails were clawing at his back and you couldnât fucking think. You lost track of how many times you came, all you could see was him and then white, blissful stary white as he hummed out quiet praises and pleadings of you to give him another one.
One more Choso promised, and then his thumb was at your clit again. One more he whispers, and then heâs marking up your neck and lower. Last one he swears, before you miraculously end up on your stomach, taking him ruthlessly from behind as he pushes your face down into the bed.
He was such a fucking liar. Whispering how sorry he was for not stopping yet, even as he kept going. Fuck, he mightâve been addicted. He doesnât know how many times he came inside you, nor does he care too much because he swears itâs worth it when he pulls his hips back and sees the disgusting slick of pure white coating his cock.
He couldnât even stop himself for a while, constantly fucking into you faster and then harder. His bed was no longer just creaking but now it was rocking with every thrust. Heâs pretty sure he heard something snap but he was too lost in everything that was you to care.
The sight of your ass bouncing back against him made him grunt. He has a hand sneaking underneath you to toy with your clit once more just to watch the way you squirm before youâre coming undone all over again.
Choso groaned at the sight. Heâll never be able to forget how puffy your cunt was, how you twitched when he finally pulled out of you, and the way his cum looked dripping out of your hole.
âShit,â He whispers, his breathing ragged while he just stared at how badly your legs were shaking, listening to you trying so hard to catch your breath, and gasping softly when your body goes all limp again.
You let out the softest little groan and Choso moved his sights onto the bit of your face he could see. As he did so, he couldnât help but stare at the rest of you in awe, trying not to smile at the plethora of hickeys and bite marks he managed to leave all over you.
Damn. He really did ruin you.
Even as you lay there completely still, he catches your lashes fluttering before you try to look back at him. You were so beyond fucked out.
Choso swears heâs got little hearts in his eyes as he leans down to you, meeting your gaze up close before kissing you all too softly like he didnât just fuck you stupid.
Yet, you kiss him back tenderly with what little energy you have left. When he pulls away, he takes in your expression and how tired you lookedâ appearing as though you were seconds from passing out.
âMâsorry pretty girl,â Choso whispers. The softness in his voice made your heart churn in more ways than one, âI didnât mean to get carried away like that-â
The way you grin and murmur back to him makes his whole world pause, âSâokay, Cho,â You assure him. Your tone was so light, almost hardly even there. Then there was the way you were looking at him like you loved every second of what just happened and-
Oh god, he almost thinks heâs in l-
You cut whatever thought or feeling that was off with another kiss and that seems to bring him back to reality. Chosoâs lashes bat in slight surprise before he settles his gaze on yours.
Followed by that is you letting out a huff and plopping your head back down against the bed. The two of you are still for a moment and Choso even ends up resting on top of you for a while. You both almost fall asleep like that until Choso gets up and stretches.
You had no idea what time it was or how long you and him had been at it but you were much too fucked out to care. Sleep was steady to overcome your senses and you faintly recall Choso talking to you about cleaning up but, youâre pretty sure you fell asleep at some point.
Which left Choso alone to care for you and the mess of his bedroom. Not that he minded.
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CALL MY NAME AND I'LL COME RUNNING ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru can be irritating, at times. but even if you push him away, heâll always, always be there for you when you need him.
word count; 8.7k (this was supposed to b a short drabble but i was possessed by the devil halfway through)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, reader n toru have a fight, mild swearing (a couple fucks here n there), hurt/comfort, satoru has communication issues but heâs trying his best, depictions of stalking (reader gets followed by a random creep but satoru comes to the rescue dw), uhh implied thoughts of violence? (satoru wants to Maul said dude but doesnât), literally just me being in love with satoru gojo for 8.7k words straight
a/n; no thoughts head empty only gojo running through the streets like a wild beast looking for u <33 im normal about him yeah.
âyouâre so annoying sometimes, you know that?â
satoru smiles. the sentence isnât one heâs unaccustomed to hearing.
usually, the words are soaked in an undeniable fondness, as they spill from your lips. rich with exasperated love. one that never fails to have the corners of satoruâs lips curling up, a mellow kind of joy blossoming in his chest.
but now, that fondness is nowhere to be found.Â
you sound thoroughly exasperated, and a little bit fatigued. more than anything else, thereâs a vague irritation behind the tilt of your voice, something almost cold. it makes all the difference in the world.Â
and yet, despite that, a certain someone chooses to pay no heed to the bad omen.
âaw, câmon. you know you love me, baby.â
satoru is grinning. lighthearted, awfully sweet. thereâs a certain smugness to it, though, one he couldnât wash away even if he was aware of it; you wouldnât do so even if you could. that smugness is a part of him, one that youâd usually find endearing.Â
but right now, it only seeks to further your frustration.
it was a stupid fight, truthfully. completely meaningless. satoru had forgotten to pick up after himself for, like, the fourth consecutive time, and so you grew annoyed. not by a lot, but enough that you felt the need to be firm when you reminded him not to make the same mistake over and over again.
but satoru had only grinned, in that self-satisfied fashion of his, and apologized in a way you couldnât possibly call sincere. then he did what he usually does â promises to work on it. to not do it again. he never follows through, though.
but even that thought wasnât anywhere near enough to make you truly angry. what really began to irk you was the fact that satoru wasnât taking you seriously, even in the slightest.
thatâs how he always is, when it comes to this kind of thing. and you try to be patient, you do. you try to be understanding. sometimes you even appreciate that he keeps the atmosphere light, but other times, you just canât help but feel irritated by it.
and the current situation happens to fall into the latter category.
you donât care if satoru leaves a candy wrapper or two out, every once in a while. of course you donât. itâs a silly thing to argue about. but would it hurt for him to just listen to you? to try to put himself in your shoes, for once? itâs not about the wrappers, or the undone dishes. itâs about the way he treats you when you complain about it â like itâs no big deal, like it doesnât matter. even if it obviously does, to you.
so, gradually, the topic of your little argument began to shift, into a conversation about satoru. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to talk about the things that bother you in a serious fashion. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to take you seriously.
and he just keeps proving your point, with every word that falls from his lips.
at this point, youâre genuinely beginning to feel a little angry. but satoru doesnât see that as the warning sign it is â he just thinks itâs cute. heâs just been cooing at you, this whole time, despite your numerous attempts to actually explain how much his behavior affects you sometimes. it feels a bit like talking to a wall. satoru keeps on teasing you, even as you try to be firm about your point, and only brushes you off with empty promises to do better and more unneeded comments about how much he wants to hug you when you pout like that.
and you falter, a little. of course you do. youâre weak to satoru. weak to his words, that sweet voice of his, that pretty grin. but that only makes everything worse, because if you let yourself look even a little bit flustered at his comments, he sees that as his cue to continue.
you donât even know if heâs doing it on purpose, at this point. is he doing it because he knows itâll annoy you, or does he genuinely not understand that youâre upset? youâd like to think that thereâs no malicious intent behind it, but canât he see how troubled you are? you donât get it. you donât get him, and that frustrates you most of all. satoru can be so goddamn convoluted, sometimes.
so you simply canât help but feel annoyed. angry, even. how long have you been arguing for, at this point? youâre not sure. but you feel the frustration inside of you grow, as the minutes tick by, into something you know will eventually explode.
a sigh falls from your lips, deep and exasperated. a little bit exhausted. âiâm serious, satoru. youâre not even listening.â
âi am!â he protests, stubbornly. childishly. âyou just look so cute when youâre all mad. not my fault youâre so distracting.â
satoru smiles, voice sugar sweet, but all you can do is frown. does he really think itâs cute that youâre upset? the thought makes you somewhat sad. but you canât show that, canât let that part of you win â you donât even want to think about the possibility of you crying, because of this. yeah, no way in hell.Â
so instead, you channel it into anger. as the blood inside your veins comes to a boiling point, you dig your nails into the skin of your palms, gnawing at your bottom lip and shifting from one foot to another.
âsatoru, iâm ââ another sigh, sharp and vexed like the blade of a knife. âiâm trying to have a serious conversation, here. canât you see that iâm upset?â
satoru takes a moment to look at you, from behind the black glass of his shades.
he can. of course he can see that. youâre frowning, and thereâs a crease between your brows, and you keep huffing and sighing every three seconds â youâre obviously, undoubtedly upset. and satoru wants to take you seriously, he does. itâs just that the part of his brain that only ever wants to coddle and tease you keeps persuading him not to.
heâs not lying, either; you do look cute. almost too cute to take seriously, when youâre pouting so sweetly, a little red in the face from all the frustration bubbling inside your chest. you look so small, glaring up at him like an angry puppy.Â
satoru canât help but smile. itâd be impossible not to.
and he will listen to you, will take you seriously. he knows youâre angry, knows youâre upset, and he intends to deal with that properly. but he doesnât need to do it right now.
just a little more teasing, before he has to stop beating around the bush. satoru dreads it, a little bit, dreads having to genuinely be serious, be open and apologetic. it always feels so strange, so discomforting.Â
all that stuff can wait until later. for now, he just wants to see you blush a little more, huff and puff at his limitless affection, that he knows you love deep down. whereâs the harm?
(and therein lies the problem. satoru is observant, and typically good at seeing the line that he shouldnât cross when it comes to you. but there are times when he slips up, times when he doesnât realize that his words have begun to sting. times when the line becomes blurry, because he knows some part of you enjoys the way he babies you, and sometimes it blinds him to the part of you that doesnât.)
satoru is smiling. itâs the same as always â big, bright, glazed over with honey-sweet adoration. smug and teasing. itâs such a satoru-like smile that it makes your breath hitch, sometimes, makes your heart race with wonder. but now all it does is annoy you. everything you love about satoru is annoying you, right now.Â
in your eyes, that pretty smile of his seems almost taunting. like heâs trying to pick a fight with you, trying to make you even more upset. you donât want to blow up over something like this, you really really donât â but for some reason, you feel dangerously close to. itâs not like you at all.
you bore into his eyes with a cold glare, even though you canât exactly see them with his shades in the way. posture straight and rigid as you try to make yourself look bigger. you must look at least a little bit menacing, like this. right?
âiâm seriously angry with you,â you say, hoping your voice sounds as austere to his ears as it does to yours. âdonât you get that?â
satoru coos, unable to hold the sound back. he doesnât notice the flicker of hurt in your eyes, only focusing on how the sunset rays frame your figure, kissing your skin with sun-soaked fervor. you look so pretty. and that angry look on your face is too tantalizing not to tease.
âaww,â he croons, inching closer to you. thereâs a teasing glint in his eyes that you canât see, unmistakably fond. âis my little baby that upset?â
you blink. his voice sounds even more sugar-sweet now, obviously exaggerated. thereâs amusement there, too â like this is just one big joke to him. you think he must be doing it to belittle you, to embarrass you. speaking to you like youâre some kind of grumpy toddler, and not a grown adult trying to have a serious conversation with their partner. your blood boils, boils, boils.
â and so the cup overflows.
âoh, go fuck yourself.â
itâs almost in a hiss that the words fall from your lips, cold and harsh; they leave the confines of your throat before you have a chance to reconsider them, sudden and sickeningly heavy. crude, too. youâd never be so crass with him under normal circumstances.
but youâre overwhelmed, thoroughly and completely, and satoru is being particularly infuriating. you genuinely feel hurt by the way heâs disregarding your feelings, and that realization stings more than anything.Â
so you canât help but say the words, louder than you meant to, before turning on your heel swiftly and walking out of the room.Â
you donât even have time to register what youâre doing, legs moving on their own before your mind can catch up. brisk and heavy steps carry you to the door, all while you furiously attempt to blink away the tears of frustration that begin to form in your eyes.
it only takes a second for you to grab your jacket â then youâre out.
satoru hears the front door close, echoing off the walls of your apartment. you donât quite slam it shut, but you close it with more force than usual, and he canât help but inwardly wince.
a moment passes.Â
then, he flops down on the couch, lanky arms and legs dangling uncomfortably off the edges. the groan that slips from his lips is muffled by the soft cushion as he burrows his face into it, while replaying your interaction inside his mind.
satoru canât help but feel uncomfortable, with this conclusion. a little bit irked. a vague something rests inside his chest, something he doesnât quite want to admit to feeling. it makes him feel a little bit sick.
(âoh, go fuck yourself.â)
he canât recall you ever raising your voice at him like that. when it comes to him, youâre usually so patient; soft, understanding, gentle. for you to have snapped in such a way â to have stormed out of the apartment in your anger â he must have pushed you pretty far.
satoru sighs.
he really pissed you off, huh?
(he can never quite seem to get this right, can he?)
it was never his intention to make you genuinely mad. he just lost sight of the line, for a second. thatâs all.
and maybe he was also trying to avoid the issue, trying to avoid actually arguing with you. because he hates it. he hates it more than anything. satoru would much rather see you smile and blush than act all serious and sad.Â
he just wanted to make you laugh.
was it insensitive? yeah, probably. he just canât help but fuck this up, it seems. now heâs gone and made you angry â and as much as the sight would usually thrill him, as cute as you look when youâre irritated, a pit of anxiety settles in his gut. everything just feels wrong.
more than anything, satoru feels restless. because, right now, thereâs nothing he can do. he canât chase after you, even if just to apologize â thatâd make you even angrier.
he knows he needs to give you space. you were obviously overwhelmed; some fresh air will do you good.
it irks him, though. satoru wants to fix it. he always wants to fix everything, before it even breaks. and even now, all his mind can do is spin in circles, wondering how he could possibly cheer you up.
heâll just have to apologize, when you get back. and hope you forgive him. maybe he can get you something sweet to munch on, or a bouquet of flowers. would that make everything okay again?
satoru doesnât know. so he just scratches his head, and tries his damndest not to think of how defeated you looked before leaving.
your steps are heavy, dragging you forward, leading you somewhere you have no knowledge of. itâs chilly out, and the sun is already setting.
everything in the world feels so wrong. like itâs tilted slightly to the left, like the earth stopped spinning around its axis. like everything suddenly lost its saturation.Â
you just needed to get away from him, for a while. away from that smug smile, that patronizing tilt of his voice. you couldnât even stand to be in the same apartment as him. itâs not often you feel that way, not often at all.Â
and it only increases your growing frustration.Â
you are beginning to calm down, though â you know you are. the crisp evening air and the pleasant mingle of people soothes your muddled senses, smoothing down the crease of your brow and the ache in your chest.
a heavy discomfort, and a growing guilt. thatâs all you can feel, as the anger slowly seeps out of you, turning into vapour with every exhale of your breath.
you hate arguing with satoru. you hate it more than anything. the guilt clawing at your chest barely leaves any room for anger â you almost yelled at him. just the thought of doing that to satoru makes you want to cry.
because you love him, at the end of the day, even when heâs being absolutely insufferable. heâs a sweetheart, your sweet boy, always trying to lighten the mood and make you smile. maybe you should have been a bit more understanding; you know satoruâs bad at this stuff, bad with emotions and vulnerability. and deep down, you know heâd never hurt you, not on purpose.
he probably just didnât realize that you were genuinely upset. itâs a mistake that anyone could make.
but it just makes you feel so frustrated. like heâs not even looking at you. always hiding behind those shades, never opening up. never letting you see him wear anything but a smile. you want him to take it slow, open up to you at his own pace, but that doesnât make the wait sting any less.
itâs not like you were asking for a lot. first, you simply asked him to pick up after himself. the way you do, the way anyone does. then, you simply asked him to treat you with respect.
a sudden pang of bitterness runs through your chest. sure, you couldâve handled it all better â but he could have, too.
every step you take hits the pavement with an irritated kind of decision. whatever. whatever. for now, you donât want to think about it â all you want is to walk around and take in the sights, enjoy the peace and quiet.
so thatâs exactly what you do.
before you know it, the sun has set, and the moon has risen â shining down and painting the streets in a mesmerizing blue, ephemeral and tranquil. itâs enough to give you some peace of mind, as you lurk around familiar streets, soaking in all the open space. so different from that suffocating apartment, and the man inside it, with that shit-eating grin and those breathtaking eyes.
(heâs called you, a couple times. you havenât been gone for long â an hour or so, you think, maybe two. some part of you wanted to answer, just to hear his voice through the phone, but the part of you thatâs still awfully irritated shut that down immediately. so, stubbornly, you just let it ring.)
the streets are empty, and the sky is dark. the light of all the lampposts illuminate your way, along with the soft flicker of the moon and stars. an endless galaxy stretches out before your eyes, little pale dots of stardust shining like jewels.
an ever-lasting, never-changing sky, that continues on for infinity. limitless. all the space you could possibly want, and then some.
for a moment, you can only look at the glittering stars in wonder, soaking in the feeling of absolute solitude.Â
â it doesnât last, though.
âyou alone?â
a sudden voice calls out from behind you. close, discerningly so, enough to make you flinch. you curse yourself for not noticing anything sooner, caught up in looking at the starry sky, in angling your phone to take a picture of it.
hesitantly, you turn your gaze towards the sound â wincing under your breath when you see the man a couple steps away from you. he looks a little crazed, you think, shifting from foot to foot and hunching over.Â
oh fuck no.
great, just what you needed. thatâs just your luck, isnât it? your brain can only spin in circles, trying to get your body to react, to run. to do literally anything except just stand there like a deer caught in headlights.
in your nervosity, all you manage is a painfully awkward laugh, as you stutter out a halfhearted response.
âoh â no, iâm just waiting for my boyfriend!â you smile, unconvincingly. your face must be soaked in unease. whatever he wants with you, it canât be anything good.
at least you said that one word clearly â boyfriend. you can only hope itâs enough to scare him away.
but the man only shifts a little more, emitting a gruff kind of hum, not saying anything else. your spine tingles with apprehension. every cell in your body wants you to leave. he seems a little intoxicated, you think, and the thought only stirs the anxious feeling in your chest further.
god. why does this have to happen to you? why now?
thankfully, youâve got your phone in hand. as your mind scrambles for solutions, your fingers tap at the screen, urgently scrolling through your contacts. in such a frightened state, your acting must be positively awful, but you make a vague attempt. not like youâre getting any oscars for this, either way.
âsorry â heâs calling me now!â you stammer out, taking a step away from the man. he doesnât make a move to follow you, so you take your chances and press your phone to your ear, feet carrying you forward with haste.
in your fear, you donât think twice about calling satoru â but you canât help but internally wince at the decision, as the anxious patter of your own heart resounds in your ears.
how are you supposed to talk to him, exactly? what are you supposed to say? hey, i know i just told you to go fuck yourself, but will you hear me out? i need your help.Â
and you do. you do need his help. all you want is for him to swoop in, to take you in his arms, your knight in shining armor.
satoruâs said it to you, before â that if you need anything, anything at all, you can come to him. that you can always, always lean on him, without exception.Â
you know that he likes helping you. likes it when you open up to him, when you put your trust in him. when you arenât afraid to ask for his help.
so despite everything, you hold your phone to your ear, walking away with brisk steps and praying that heâs not petty enough to ignore your call like you did to his.
back home, satoru is still resting on the couch, tapping his feet and trying to distract himself.Â
heâs a little anxious. itâs dark out, and youâre not answering any of his calls. when youâre out of sight, like this, he canât help but feel a little helpless â worried about everything that could happen to you. but itâs not like he can force you to pick up.Â
youâre probably at a friendâs house, or something. telling them all about what an asshole your boyfriend is. as much as the thought stings, satoru hopes itâs true; itâs all he can comfort himself with. anything is fine as long as you arenât out walking alone, in the cold, in the dark.
entirely caught up in his spiralling thoughts, satoru almost flinches when the phone rings. laying on the table in front of him, just within armâs reach. it only takes a second for him to react as his gaze flits to the bright screen, and he sees the contact name, the many heart emojis littering it.
with a start, satoru jumps up. his back straightens out, and his hand flies to grab the phone â heâd feel embarrassed at his own eagerness, but right now he just canât help it. even under ordinary circumstances, he wouldnât let the phone ring more than twice, always giddy to hear your voice whenever possible.Â
this time, however, he does falter slightly.
he takes a split second to simply stare at the phone in his hand, at the affectionate contact name. what is he supposed to say to you, exactly? how is he supposed to act?
satoru doesnât know, but as if afraid that youâll change your mind and stop the call, yourself, he opts to simply answer. heâll just have to figure out what to say on the fly.
(unfortunately, satoruâs instinctual response to anything is either smugness or playfulness.)
âwell, well. look who finally decided to pick up.â
youâre the one who called him, not the other way around â but satoru canât be bothered with small details like that right now. he only hopes you donât notice the faint nervosity in his voice, the stiffness as he tries to sound unbothered.
you donât notice anything at all, mind far too muddled, too clouded by fear. all you can do is take a deep breath, desperately trying to grasp control over your wavering voice.
ââ satoru?â you call out, voice meek and frail. the man in question notices it immediately, sitting up a little straighter, but before he can say anything you continue. âiâm sorry, i just â are â are you still at home?â
thereâs an anxious tilt to your voice, one thatâd be impossible for satoru to miss. your words are a little breathy, spoken in a fast tempo, and he feels a sudden dread crawl up his spine.
something is wrong, his senses alert him.
âyeah,â he hums, trying to hide the turmoil in his own voice. âwhy? is everything okay?â
the line is quiet, for a second. âitâs just ââ an exhale, as you once again attempt to steer your voice in a less nervous direction. âjust⊠some creepy guy tried to talk to me. i told him i was waiting for my boyfriend and now iâm walking away from him but heâs still following me.â another exhale, as you worriedly sneak a glance over your shoulder. âi just â i donât know what to ââ
âwhere are you?â
satoru cuts you off, voice eerily serious. his gaze turned cold the moment he heard creepy guy, legs moving him towards the coat rack by the front door as if on autopilot.Â
heâs already left the apartment by the time you answer, looking around you meekly.
âi⊠donât know,â you sigh. âiâm not far. i walked past that one crĂȘpe stand by the park but then i, like⊠continued up that street? and now i donât really know where iâm going.â
you continue, a little exasperated as your gaze flits around the dark street. attempting to recall your steps, a difficult task with how on edge you feel. âiâll try to look for a sign, or something,â you gulp. â⊠iâm sorry. i just wanted to get away from him.â
satoruâs voice is comforting, when he speaks, eager to console you. grounding and soft. âhey, itâs okay. iâm heading there now, alright?â he smiles, hoping youâll hear it in his voice. âiâll be there before you know it.â
you do hear it, and his words ease a little of the anxiety in your chest, despite your fear. âokay.âÂ
the line grows quiet, again, and your brows furrow in worry. âcan â can i keep talking to you?â you ask, uncertain. a little pitiful. âplease?â
âof course,â satoru answers, instantaneous. heâs already making his way towards the crĂȘpe stand with decision in his steps, mentally scanning the area ahead. despite his own anxiety at the situation, he attempts to sound as secure as he can possibly manage, desperate to soothe the worry in your voice.
âtry to relax for me, okay? nobodyâs gonna hurt you. not while iâm here.â
his words are absolute, as he consoles you. he sounds so sure of himself, so much that you canât help but believe in his words. so you nod, emitting a weak hum when you remember he canât see you.
âcan you tell me what you see, baby?â
âuhhâŠâ you look around, blindly, trying to find some sort of meaningful hint around you. âthereâs like⊠some toy shop?âÂ
satoru only hums. âcan you check your location on your phone?âÂ
you blink.Â
of course. why on earth didnât that cross your mind before?Â
âoh â yeah â fuck. iâm sorry. i donât know why i didnât ââ you sigh, heavy. âhold on.â
following satoruâs instructions swiftly, your gaze scans over the screen. he waits, patiently, already heading past the park and up ahead. as soon as you succeed in finding the name of the street, you echo it to him.
satoru sighs, a little relieved. âokay,â he hums. âiâm not that far away. iâll be there soon.â he only hopes his words can soothe your fear, even a little. âis he still following you?â
you glance behind you, and meet the gaze of the stranger. just like you were afraid of, heâs still following you â if anything, he seems to have gotten a little closer. with a jolt, your heartbeat picks up.
âyeah,â you gulp.Â
satoruâs chest tightens. he emits a low hum. âjust hold on. iâll hurry.â
focusing only on the tilt of satoruâs voice, you try to calm your breathing. you just want to see him. the thought of doing so is the only thing keeping your trembling ribcage intact, at this point.Â
you swallow a shaky breath.
âthanks, toru.â
a sudden pang of ache sprouts in satoruâs chest, like thorny vines curling around his ribcage. his heart hurts. you sound so scared, so very small.Â
this is all his fault, he thinks. all of it. he got too careless; none of this wouldâve happened if he had only been more considerate. if he had just stopped you from leaving and apologized, or hadnât upset you in the first place. then he wouldnât have to hear that scared little voice, wouldnât have to imagine your body shaking like a leaf in the cold night. so far away from him.Â
but satoru canât beat himself up over it, not yet. thereâll be more than enough time for that later. for now, he needs to get to you â thatâs the only thing on his mind.
so he lets his feet carry him forward, running towards your location with bated breath. heâs sure you can hear it, through the phone, even though he tries to contain it.
the sound consoles you, if anything. it reminds you that satoru is there, that heâs on his way. that thereâs no need to be scared.Â
but you canât help but freak out, a little, when you hear the man call out from behind you.
âhey!â he slurs, stumbling towards you with unsteady steps. his voice is loud, angry, and it sends your mind reeling into panic mode.
a flinch overtakes your body, before you stumble forward, walking even faster than before. youâre almost running now, breath hitching as you gulp. satoru hears it all â your panic, the echo of the man. his own tempo picks up.
âbaby, calm down, okay?â he consoles you, voice concerned and honey-sweet. âjust keep walking. iâm almost there.â
âsorry ââ you squeak out, between flurry breaths. breathing uneven, laboured and anxious. but you try your best to calm down. ââs just scary.â
it almost feels physical, the way it irks him. satoru wants to pull you close, more than anything, but he canât. and that just makes the calamity inside his chest grow, clawing at his ribcage as if trying to escape, to go to your side.Â
(he never, ever wants to hear that kind of fear in your voice again.)
âi know,â he soothes. âyouâre doing good, honey. listen â heâs not gonna touch you. i wonât let him. you have nothing to be scared of.â
you nod, even as you exhale a shaky breath. âi know.âÂ
and you do. you know thereâs a truth, to satoruâs words, one thatâs never failed you before.
because satoru is your safe space, at the end of the day â he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and sometimes heâs bad with emotions. but he tries, you know he does. and, more than anything else, you know that heâll always, always be there when you need him. heâll always be there to protect you.Â
and a part of you is sure that everything will be okay, as long as heâs around.
(itâs easy to forget how trustworthy satoru really is, how much he cares. how dependable he is. and how serious he can get, when he truly needs to be, despite his childishness. itâs moments like these that remind you of that.)
but itâs still scary, at the end of the day. you canât help but feel uncomfortable, a little lost in the world. because you and satoru just fought, you just told him to go fuck himself, and yet here he is. running to your side, in the middle of the night, because youâre scared and alone and you need him.
the man continues to shout, behind you, muttering curses you canât quite make out. you look over your shoulder nervously, steps hurried.
and satoru runs like a man possessed, through the moonlit streets, gaze scanning the area like a wild beast. his most visceral instinct is screaming at him, tugging at his flesh and bones, desperate to protect you. to comfort you. to wash all your worries away.Â
as he makes a sharp turn, he momentarily stops the movement, halting to look around. he thinks he must look a little crazed, with the moonlight illuminating his eyes, but he couldnât care less.
especially not when his gaze lands on a certain person, further down the street â small and alone.
your eyes meet his.
with the darkness of the street, itâs hard to make anything out, but the light of the lamppost helps. though even without it, satoruâs sure heâd know it was you, just from the sensation that unfurls in his chest as his gaze lands on your figure.Â
an audible sigh of immense relief falls from his lips, and his tense shoulders relax, eyes softening just a tad. he hears a similar noise coming from the phone in his grasp, and he assumes that means you recognize him too. not bothering to end the call, he puts it in his pocket, walking over to you with brisk steps.Â
you stumble towards him, yourself, the worried crease between your brows now smoothed away. the closer he gets, the faster you move, until you can see the blue of his eyes. two pocket-sized moons.
satoru swoops you in for a hug before either of you can say anything.
he cradles you close, awfully close, so close you can hear his heavy breathing against your ear. it tickles your neck, along with his soft hair, and you shiver. his fragrance envelops your senses, a blend between fresh laundry, strawberries and some expensive cologne. your favorite scent in the world.Â
and suddenly, the world is devoid of danger. nothing can get to you while satoruâs there. all that exists is you, and him, and the soft flicker of the moon.
satoru squeezes you tightly, ensuring himself over and over again that youâre safe. he might be squeezing you a little too tight, but he canât bring himself to think about that just yet.
finally, that growing calamity inside his chest is satiated. winding down at the feeling of you pressed up against him, the indisputable proof that youâre okay. with you in his arms, satoru feels like everything is alright, again.
the fear inside his chest, so foreign it leaves him shaken to the very core, finally begins to dissipate too. he doesnât think thereâs anything that makes him feel quite as hopeless as the thought of not being there for you when you need him. he never wants to feel that fear again. itâs suffocating. it crushes his lungs.
all he can do is hold you close, his big palm smoothing down your hair, the back of your head, your spine. warm and comforting. keeping you steady against him. he can feel your heartbeat, rapid and anxious, so fast that his heart aches. satoru is eager to soothe you, eager to make it go away.
âiâm here, baby,â he breathes, rubbing his cheek against the side of your head. âyouâre safe now.â
the words are spoken softly, right by your ear, and you exhale a shaky breath. youâre bundling up his clothing with your fists, anchoring yourself to him. after a little while, you let go, opting to wrap your arms around his midriff instead. nuzzling into his broad chest, you try to blink away your tears and contain your sniffles.
you nod against him, and satoru kisses the crown of your head.
and, finally, his gaze strays. it falls farther down the street, until it lands on a certain man â shifting from one foot to another. watching you both in silence.
the calamity inside his chest rouses from its slumber, once more.
satoru makes sure to keep his hands on you, still rubbing your back with one steady palm cradling the back of your head. keeping your face hidden in his chest, safe and secure.
then he raises his head, back straight, full height on display as his eyes meet the strangerâs. he can tell they do, even with the distance, the darkness of the street.
and satoru knows he looks menacing. he knows the light of the lamppost illuminates his figure perfectly, framing his tall stature and broad shoulders. and he knows the moonlight caressing his skin illuminates his face, his cold eyes â blue and uncanny, glowing even brighter than the moon. staring daggers into the manâs soul. if looks could kill, there wouldnât even be any remains left to find.
the man stiffens, visibly, and satoru delights in it. he doesnât leave, though, and for a second satoru wonders if heâs really intoxicated enough to come closer âÂ
but, sure enough, all he does is stagger a little. then he walks away, grumbling under his breath, hands in his pockets.
and satoru isnât satisfied, with this conclusion. not in the slightest. he wants to run up to the man, wants to hold him up by the throat, wants to tell him off. because he has the nerve to terrorize someone like that, stalk them with intentions he knows canât be anything but revolting. the nerve to do that to you, of all the people in the world â
satoru doesnât know if heâs hated anyone quite as much.Â
and a part of him wants to make him cower. make him fear for his life, just to make sure he never does anything like this again. leave him with a fear so great itâll linger for as long as heâs alive.
(and a more animalistic side of satoru, one he doesnât want to acknowledge, wants to do things that are much, much worse.)
â but you come first. without question, and without exception. he refuses to leave you alone, and refuses to make you look at the man for even a second more.Â
so heâll focus on you, entirely.
he can tell youâre still shaken up, heartbeat pulsating against him, little flutters of life prickling his skin. thereâs a desperation in the way you hug his waist, like he could disappear at any moment. like heâll slip away if you donât keep him close. the sight tugs at satoruâs heartstrings.Â
his first priority is to soothe you, always and forever. so thatâs exactly what he does.
satoru smiles. itâs small, in the wake of the situation, but awfully sincere. fingers reaching down to trace over your jaw, he gently urges you to look at him; when you do so, hesitant, he cups your cheek with his palm.
your teary eyes feel like daggers to his heart, an unmistakable proof of his failure. his failure to protect you, to keep you safe and happy. but at the same time, heâs glad, from the bottom of his heart â that youâd let him see you like this. even after everything.
you look very meek, blinking the tears away as you look into his eyes. theyâre bright, and comforting. you wonder if he left the shades at home, if he rushed over here so hurriedly that he didnât think to bring them with him. youâre happy, in any case â the effect they have on you is undeniable.Â
you canât bring yourself to look away, consoled by the flickers of white inside his irises, like fluffy clouds in the blue sky. ever-lasting, never-changing.
satoru tilts his head, smile sweet and understanding. âthat was scary, hm?âÂ
his voice is tender, somehow so mature. like heâs some older, wiser being, comforting a scared child. itâs so soothing, so very grounding.
squeezing your eyes shut, you can only bring yourself to nod, as you nuzzle back into his chest.
âyouâre okay now, honey,â satoru coos, smoothing down your back as you sniffle. an immense softness seeps through his whisper. âiâll always be here to protect you.â
thereâs a truth to the statement, heavy and pious. like an oath, a pledge, something for you to believe in unquestioningly. you allow yourself to soak in the words, knowing them to be true.
youâre safe, now. thereâs nothing to be afraid of anymore. satoruâs here, and heâs hugging you, pressing kisses against your shoulder.
but you just canât stop crying.
when you speak up, your voice is weak, barely above a whisper. close to breaking apart at the seams. too tired after everything to resist the guilt inside your veins, you sniffle, and part your lips.
âiâm sorry i yelled at you.â
satoru stills.
then, his gaze softens, considerably. he hears himself coo, softly, palm smoothing down the back of your head.Â
his sweet angel. apologizing to him, when heâs the one who started this whole mess. when youâre still so shaken up. because he let you leave the house angry, because he made you angry in the first place. because he didnât see how important the discussion was to you.
(âyouâre not even listening.â)
yeah. he wasnât. he didnât really want to.
an acute sense of shame. an intense guilt. thatâs what heâs been trying to push down, all this time. thatâs the unnamed something.Â
itâs hard for him. to be as sincere as you, as open with his feelings and emotions. as mature. because even in a situation like this, you can swallow your pride and frustration, and apologize. even when you arenât in the wrong. youâre always the bigger person, always the one to give in first, because heâs too stubborn to do so himself.
next time, satoru pledges, he wonât let you. next time heâll be the one to swallow his pride.
because, yes, being vulnerable and admitting that he was in the wrong makes him feel a little like heâs being skewered alive â but youâre important to him. he loves you. and he wants you to know how much he trusts you, how special you truly are.Â
if he can show you that, by being a little sincere, a little serious, then any discomfort he feels in the process is a small price to pay.
satoruâs lips meet the crown of your head, as he encircles your smaller frame, arms reaching around your neck to pull you close. he rests his jaw lightly on the top of your head, breathing in your scent. âyou have nothing to apologize for, baby.â
a pause lingers between the words heâs already said and the ones he yearns to say, but canât seem to pull out from within his throat. it takes effort, to squeeze them out; but every time he replays your own apology in his mind, it gets a little easier. he squeezes you lightly before opening his mouth, as if to give him strenght.
âiâm sorry.â
you blink.Â
for once, satoru sounds sincere when he apologizes â almost painfully so. bordering on something you think may be nervosity. you try to look up, to catch a glimpse of his expression, but he keeps you hidden in the crook of his neck.
âi was being immature,â he continues, sighing. you donât know if youâve ever heard satoru sound so uncomfortable. âyou know how bad i am with this stuff. but i never want to â you know.âÂ
he makes a gesture with one of his hands, as if that will say the words for him.
ââ i didnât mean to upset you. honestly.â satoru inhales the cold air, in hopes itâll make him more honest. âyouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
you listen. intently, not missing a word, not a single tilt of his voice. it all sounds so genuine, almost foreign on his tongue. satoru seems to be trying to find the right words, grumbling a little under his breath.Â
heâs cute, like this. kind of awkward, but that only makes him cuter. you nuzzle closer to him, comforted by his very existence.
â⊠iâll work on it,â he whispers, at last. âiâll listen to you. i promise. i really, really will.âÂ
you think satoruâs voice wavers, just a little, when he says his final piece.Â
âso please donât cry.â
this time, satoru doesnât stop you when you attempt to lift your gaze, loosening his arms around you and raising his head from where it rests on top of yours.Â
your eyes meet. satoru is smiling, weakly. he tilts his head, looking at you with something you could only ever describe as love.
âokay?â
such a lovely smile. so painfully genuine. his eyes are on full display, shining in the dark of the night, like splotches of moonlight. like someone stole the moon down to earth, and carved out little pieces to put in his irises. an ethereal hue.
heâs so gorgeous. hair just a tad messy, tousled from all the running he did to get here. cheeks a little red from the cold. when he smiles, his eyes crinkle. but he looks almost pained.Â
(he was so, so worried.)
blinking away the tears clinging to your lashes, you simply stare, entirely mesmerized by the sight. satoruâs thumb goes to wipe at your glassy eyes, smoothing away the drops that threaten to fall. you want to engrave his expression into your memory, so you can never forget it. but itâs just a little too much.
so you hide in his chest, once more. the word that falls from your lips is tiny. âokay.â
satoru smiles, kissing the top of your head with a relieved exhale. bathing in your presence, still reeling from his show of vulnerability. he feels a little like he just cut himself open, let you peek inside his ribcage. the night air stings his skin.Â
but youâre so warm, hugging him tightly, breathing and heartbeat finally relaxed.Â
(he doesnât mind it, not if itâs you â having you look inside his chest. if you asked, heâd let you build a shelter there. right between his fourth and fifth ribs.)
now that the words are out of his throat, they donât burn at all. satoru feels a little silly, for being so scared to say them out loud. he knows youâd never use them against him.
all you do is snuggle closer, as if silently conveying your forgiveness.
you stand there for just a little while longer, wallowing in the tender atmosphere. finally, satoru makes a move to leave, and you begin to walk back home.
âsure youâre okay now, baby?â
you nod, exhaling a flurry breath. it turns into vapour in the cold of the air, drifting up and dissipating in the expanding starry sky. âyeah. thanks for coming so quickly.â
âof course,â satoru only says, choking back a yawn.Â
your hands are intertwined, and heâs halfheartedly swinging them back and forth. it soothes your anxiety, and satoruâs protective instincts. you know neither of you will slip away, like this.
you shiver a little, subconsciously inching closer to satoru to protect you from the harsh bite of the midnight breeze. he notices, giving you a glance and a tilt of his head. âyou cold?âÂ
âjust a little,â you mutter, smiling weakly as you look up at him. âiâm fine.â
satoru huffs. did you really think heâd be dissuaded by such a weak retort? thereâs no way heâs letting you walk around all cold and shivering.Â
so you come to a standstill, as satoru begins to shrug off his coat. he refuses to let go of your hand for even a second, making the process slower than usual â your heart flutters a little, as his fingers curl around yours, delicately.Â
when he finally gets it off him, he wastes no time in draping it over your shoulders. itâs big on you, warm and soft, shielding you from the chilly air. satoru canât help but giggle sheepishly, as he always does at the sight â you look so cute.Â
âcâmon. letâs go home,â he grins, ruffling your hair teasingly.
satoru doesnât feel cold, not in the slightest, as he holds your hand tightly. just your presence is enough to warm his bones to the marrow.
the silence between you is comforting and soothing, as you continue to walk. hand in hand, admiring the starry sky. youâre both too tired to speak â but satoru does so, anyway.
âi meant it, yâknow.â satoru sounds sleepy, but earnest. âi really will work on it.â
he doesnât look at you when he says it, yawning softly and stretching his free arm. gaze fixed on the morning star.Â
âoh.â you pause, squirming a little. sheepish. âthank you. iâm sorry that i â i mean.â a sigh. âi probably overreacted a little.â
satoru shakes his head, waving off your guilt. ânah. youâre right. i never want you to feel like iâm not taking you seriously.â
his gaze meets yours, tentatively. his eyes shine like wedding rings. âyou mean a lot to me.â
the sincere words manifest themselves as a heavy pressure to your chest, closing in on your heart as if crushing it. itâs a pleasant sensation, though, overwhelming as it is. youâre a little scared that your knees will buckle if he keeps this up, but even if they do, you wouldnât want him to stop â satoruâs love is terrifically overwhelming when thereâs nothing to hide it, when itâs just love and nothing else.
but youâd never reject it. youâd let it crush you to death with a smile on your face.
all you can do is avert your gaze, afraid that youâll fall into the blue sea of his eyes if you donât. heavy thumps of blood resound in your ears as your heart beats, warmth spreading throughout your entire body.
â⊠you mean a lot to me, too.â you echo, holding his hand just a little tighter. warmth rises to your cheeks. âi just felt really frustrated, i guess. like you were looking down on me. i know you werenât actually, though.â
satoru chews at the inside of his cheek, almost anxiously. âi know i can be a little much sometimes,â he says, tasting the words on his tongue. âand i appreciate you for putting up with that. iâm sorry i let it go too far. iâll be more considerate.â
your heart stutters in your chest. youâre not sure what to say â the way he forms his words makes them feel so absolute. and you believe him.
âiâll be more considerate, too,â you echo, looking down at the pavement. âi shouldnât have blown up like that.â a pause. you mumble, quietly, a little embarrassed. âi shouldnât have told you to go fuck yourself.â
satoru breathes out an amused huff, chuckling lightheartedly. his eyes carry a teasing glint when they meet yours. âi probably deserved that. no worries.â
âstill,â you pout. satoru giggles.Â
âweâll both work on it, then,â he hums, tilting his head to find your gaze. âright?â
you blink. a small smile breaks out across your face. âright.â
satoru swings your hands back and forth, looking awfully happy with himself. youâre proud of him. really.
âoh ââ he says, breaking the sleepy silence once again. âand iâll stop leaving wrappers around, too.â
this time, youâre the one who huffs out an amused breath. âthank you,â you grin, looking up at him. he thinks the sight is terribly precious.
a yawn leaves your lips, drowsiness sneaking its way into your bloodstream. youâre not sure if itâs due to the dark, or if youâre just a tad exhausted after all the arguing and panicking.
satoru notices, and gets an idea.
âyou tired, baby?â he coos, eyes teasing but soft around the edges. âdâyou want a piggyback ride?âÂ
when you give him a look, sleepy and kind of exasperated, satoru grins. you huff out an amused breath, just a tad embarrassed, but it only spurs him on.
so he crouches down, one knee meeting the pavement, letting your hand slip from his. you blink, tiredly, at the loss of contact. you canât see his face, but you know heâs wearing that lovesick, smug little grin of his.Â
âcâmon. your big, strong boyfriendâll carry you.â
satoruâs feeling playful, you can tell. thatâs usually a bad sign â but you canât deny that youâre tired. and the prospect of getting carried all the way home is eerily tempting.Â
your gaze falls on his back, and his broad shoulders. silently, you walk towards him, and wrap your arms around his neck. satoru holds you up by your thighs, and then stands up, jostling you a little; he does so without a hitch, and youâre reminded of how strong he really is. his grip is secure, and you trust him not to drop you, no matter what.Â
you let out a content sigh, basking in the chill of the midnight air as you nuzzle your cheek against his soft hair. satoru chuckles.
âmy sleepy lilâ sweetheart,â he coos, voice a tad raspy. âlucky thing youâve got me, huh?â
thereâs a softness to his voice, despite the teasing tilt obscuring it. you can only huff out a breath, somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff, and cling to him tighter.
satoru will get you home safe. he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and he can be bad with emotions â but you can always, always trust him on that.Â
so, with his coat shielding you from the chilly air, and his back warming you up as he carries you back to your apartment, you allow your eyes to flutter shut; enjoying the cozy feeling his presence brings you.
heâll always be there when you need him.
#NOBODY LOOK AT MEEEEE i was having a gojo moment ok.#i just think hes. the perfect man. a silly goofy princess 98% of the time but when u need him to be there hes so comforting n secure.#i Need him.#also obsessed w the idea of gojo only calling u âhoneyâ when hes being particularly sincere like that does smth to me man.#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo x reader
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⊠PAC : TWISTED FANTASIES
what does ur future partner think about you at night? 18+
!MINORS PLEASE DNI
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đ€ | pile one!
okay, pile one, seems like your fs has a thing for power imbalance when it comes to sex. they imagine you completely submitting to their will and doing it raw and wild. they'd make sure to have a safe word but definitely wants to make sure that you are a stuttering mess or they won't be satisfied because they feel like they haven't even gave you their best. they also imagine indulging you with a nice meal at restaurant or just spending some money on you before doing it. pampering you a lot is something they want to do to make this experience so much more indulging.
they seem to have a strong masculine presence, pile one, because the idea of trapping you under them and making you submit seems to be a repeating pattern here. they also seem to have a corruption kink, this isn't necessarily taking your virginity but introducing you to some new things that could elevate it. bondage is evident, blindfolds and handcuffs or ropes. as I said, definitely wants to make you feel helpless. their only goal is to make you feel the most pleasure as possible and so they'd do everything to enhance the experience, even if it's just a fantasy in their pretty little head (ă»Ï<)
đ€ | pile two!
goddamn, pile 2, your fs really put you on a pedestal for their fantasies. they see you as this untouchable god/goddess and they feel blessed to even look at you. they think that even imagining how they treat you in bed is a sin but they still dare to imagine that doing it with you might alleviate those sins, even if it's just a bit. they really think that only you can liberate them from their dirty thoughts that they should've never had in first place. they are really attentive to your needs too, pile 2. they make sure to be gentle and not hurt you in any way.
this pile is really just soft and sweet, caring sex. they also imagine that having sex with you is a scared experience, wanting to intertwine not only your bodies but your souls as one. they also imagine you voicing your needs as they are also open to anything you'd want to do. they probably seem to be a gentle dom/sub. really precious people, pile 2 <333
đ€ | pile three!
ooh, pile 3, your fs has a really interesting fantasy. they imagine exploring new boundaries with you that they previously placed on themselves. probably trying something new that they were scared to or just did not seem interested before you entered their life. they seem to be quite assertive with what they like or dislike so this is very different from the usual self that they are.
they have this fantasy of trying positions that let you be on top and just admiring you while they sit back and relax. they want to give you this illusion of you being in control and just let you have your way for some time and then they switch up to assert themselves since, as i said, they are quite assertive, both in real life and in bed. there's also another interpretation for some of you out there, that they have this fantasy of having sex to make up, basically angry sex to let both of your frustrations out. also pile 3, if you get attracted to pile 1, there might be extra messages for you
extra : this pile gives gojo satoru from jjk vibes so ifykyk
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â„ SATORU GOJO X FEM! READER
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â„ WARNINGS/TAGS: incest (big brother/little sister), hatefucking, degradation, Satoru's hand smothering your mouth, some dub-con tones but really you both want this fucked up situation, semi-public sex (the door isn't closed and it really should be), creampie
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Youâve always eclipsed his light. A stain on his legacy, a re-shifting of the scales when you were born.
Always on his heels, nipping at his skin.Â
Satoru wonders how many times the two of you have tangled like thisâfury and jealousy, adults carrying the bitterness of spoiled children.
âAre you even trying?âÂ
Youâre pinned beneath him, both of you wild and uncoordinated, driven more by emotion than immeasurable skills.Â
âFighting dirty isnât fair, âToru,â your tits are heaving as you try to catch your breath, hips squirming and bucking to keep mean fingers from playing with the one toy he was never allowed to have.
âExcuses, excuses,â he tuts, bicep flexing as he catches your wrist in an attempt to scratch his cheek, âyou like when I play dirty, little whore.â
One step away from a tense family dinner had him cornering you in some tucked away office with your dress bunched around your hips on the floor.
Satoru thought fucking you would depredate you, make you take on the burden of his sins. Instead itâs only wrecked him further. Now he tastes you in the back of his cheeks whenever he looks in the mirror.
God he hates you. Because you make him sick, make him do sick, nasty things and you barely try to fight back.Â
âItâs like you want to get fucked by your brother, hm?â he thinks aloud before pressing his mouth against yours. He cups your neck, pulls you closer, pays attention to how you grunt and tug at his shirt. Your nails catch buttons, scratch into skin.Â
He shouldnât kiss you here, where any roaming maid or distant cousin could catch a glimpse of what the Gojos do when no one is looking.Â
But heâs at a point where he wants people to look, wants people to see just how fucked up you both are.
âToru,â you hiss, âstop, get offââ
âOh shut the fuck up. We donât have time for the but ~Satoru~ we shouldnât song and dance. You always let me have you, so be quiet and take it.âÂ
Still, you fight, like you always do. Your toned muscles push and shove, one leg nearly smashing air from his lungs. He catches your calf in time, insatiably mean fingers digging into your soft flesh and forcing your thighs apart. He can tell you bite back a whine of pain, too prideful to let him know when he hurts you.
âYou cannot do this here in the fucking floor ofââÂ
âReally? Would you rather me take you to your old bedroom so you can cuddle your stuffies while big brother fucks you stupid? Hm? Is that what you want?âÂ
âWhat I want,â you try to pull his hair like a child, âis for you to find someone else to be obsessed with. What about Sugu? Oh, thatâs right youââ
Just the sound of that name makes him want to rip you apart, smash you to such small pieces that heâll never have to think of you again. Satoru clamps his hand over your babbling mouth, squeezing until his knuckles turn white and you actually whimper.
Heâs going to fuck you into the floor, into oblivion, until all you can think about is him. Itâs only fair.Â
Satoru keeps the pressure on your mouth, forcing his free hand between your spread thighs so he can shove two long fingers into your cunt. Your panties are soaked around the edges of his knuckles, pussy drooling and squishy as he thrusts and scissors in the way he knows will make your eyes roll.Â
âYou sure are wet for someone who doesnât want this.âÂ
He knows you do. You donât have to tell himâyou probably never will say the exact words aloud. He wonât either.Â
You roll your hips back as he fingers you, the dress around your hips falling open like wilting petals against your skin.Â
The palm of his hand eats your moans, still small and breathy, desperate to feel more than just the squelching spread of his fingers.Â
He wants to punish you, wants to bruise your pussy with his knuckles and make you scream. But he doesnât have that kind of patience. His cock is smothered in his pants, straining and thumping against the floor. Pre is already leaking into threads; he feels another drop bead against his cockhead as your cunt squeezes when he curls his fingers into a spongy spot that makes you buck.
Itâs so wrong and fucked up that he knows that soft spot within you, knows that if he rubs it a few more times it might actually make you cum in his hand.
âGod, is your slutty cunt this messy for other guys? Such a fucking pain in the assâyouâre gonna stain the rug.â
Only he loves how easy access your slick makes you. Just a few movementsâglossy hand down his pants, shoving the waistband down over his ass, plugging his tip into your holeâand he can thrust his cock all the way to the back of your pussy.Â
You manage to bite into the side of his palm, canines pressing into sinew as you weep for him.
Fuck you feel so good, too good, tight and full with the most familiar, decadent squeeze around his thick shaft.
âPull your tits out,â white lashes flutter as he pushes in, out, âlemme see âem.âÂ
Like always, your fight is gone the moment heâs buried in your cunt. Your hands scramble to obey him, nearly ripping the delicate straps of your dress so you can pull it down, breasts falling on display. Satoru keeps his eyes on the bouncing fat, biting his tongue when your nipples harden into the most delicious looking buds.
You muffle a cry at a particular cruel thrust, legs starting to burn and shake from the weight of his hips between them. Your lips are swelling behind his hand, sloppy with drool.Â
Satoru shifts back, getting on his knees so he can curl your leg against your bare chest and worm his way to the very depths of your pussy. The sound is lewd, all wet and gushing, each push of skin on skin making him prickle.
His keen senses perkâfootsteps in the hallway, voices through the wall. Dinner guests shuffling about in the absence of the prodigal siblings.Â
Your eyes flash toward the cracked door, yet the little ah, ah, ah~ behind his palm wonât quit.
âYeah? You want someone to find us? Want them to see how your big brother pounds into your guts because he can? Because youâre a little fucking slut who lets me?â
The annoyance that flares to life as your gaze returns to him has his balls tightening. You hate that he gets the best of you. This is the one way he can, by making you weak and wet and willing for his cock.
Satoru presses his hand to your belly, presses in deep and hard until the heel of his hand meets the outline of his dick.Â
âFeel that? Feel how fucking full you are with my cock?âÂ
He uses strength he couldnât on anyone else, barreling his hips until youâre moving back on the floor, rug scrunching beneath your bodies as he pounds into you so recklessly.Â
You whine, actively try to bite his hand, to suck his skin, to hurt him.Â
âOh please, you can take it. Youâre a Gojo.â
That reminder makes you both groan, your cunt sucking as his cock swells.Â
He wonders for a split moment what really draws you together. Lust? Failed parenting? Some mutual sense of rebellion? All of it, probably, and some other sick, twisted shit laced in between.Â
Your little fingers start prying at his over your mouth, clawing and plucking his knuckles.Â
He shows a little mercy and releases his hold on you, only to clamp both hands down on your hips so he can fix your pace and build a faster rhythm.Â
You suck in a deep breath, âKiss me.âÂ
A pale brow quirks at your request, smirk tugging at his cheek.Â
âReally? And why should I? Thought you didnât like me.âÂ
âOh my, ah, god, Toru, I ask for one nice thing. Just,â you reach for him, gripping onto his flexing biceps and pulling him down, âjust do it, for me.â
He was always going to oblige you. He hates admitting it, but heâd kiss you all the time, if youâd let him.Â
Satoruâs lips meet yours with a bruising fervor.Â
Your hand tugs in his snowy hair, drags him closer. Your mouth moves against his, eyes closed, suddenly greedy and hungry; for what, neither of you really know. All he does know is that you still taste the same, like home, and he wants your breath in his lungs.
He is a snake, wrapping around you, suffocating, crushing until you canât breathe anything but the poison he spits.
Your mouth slants for him, a hum resounding from both your throats as your stomach starts to get tight, tell-tell pulls and sucks like youâre begging him to keep stroking the flames.
âYouâre so spoiled, arenât you,â he groans into your mouth, lips messy with spit, âyou gonna cum just from my cock? Do I fuck you that good?â
âGod, sh-shove that fat cock deep and cum inside meââ
Your demand makes his blood run hot.Â
Satoru throws his head back and laughs, maniacal and oh so satisfied. âYouâre spoiled fucking rotten. Thatâs what mommy and daddy did to you, spoiled you so fucking much you think you deserve everything. Even me.â
Because you started this, didnât you? When you got old enough to be so fucking tempting in your twenties, started flirting with his friends and batting your pretty eyes at all the higher-ups. When you got strong enough to match him, to take up space in his light.
âFuck you,â you purr like youâre trying to mean it, like youâre trying to deny him. âHate you so fucking, ah, godâshitââ heâs got your clit pinched between his fingers now, pressing until he knows it hurts, âmake me cum and let me go.â
White hair spreads into the sweat of your skin as he buries his face in your neck. Heâs so close to losing it, to being done with this.
âIâll do one of those things. Let you figure out which one.â
Satoru grinds his cock into your gummy walls, cock strangled in your suction. His pelvis is rolling against your clit, coarse curls making your legs twitch.Â
The moment he gets his thumb over your clit, itâs like dropping a match into gasoline. You both burn so hot, melting into one another as he explodes and you convulse. No matter how many times he feels you cum, hears you whisper his name and choke on the three little words you never say, he will never get used to it.Â
So familiar and foreign and fucked up, the kind of drug that scratches at his brain and begs from more.Â
He empties his balls into you, creaming into a cunt he should never touch let alone fill to the brim.Â
Youâve never told him he canât, that he shouldnât. You both know itâs abhorrent, disgusting, but maybe thatâs why you keep letting him do it.Â
Heâll still watch you take your morning pill, though, just to make sure.
Your bodies lie panting in a forgotten corner of the home you both hate, the scent of sex rolling in the air like smoke.
âGet off me and go.âÂ
Shame is wavering in your voice, it always does. He can understand why you feel itâhe does too, he just morphs it into some kind of wicked hatred so he can still sleep at night.Â
âOne last ~kiss~?â He mocks your voice and revels in how you claw your way out from under him, trying to pull yourself back together and catch the cum dribbling down your thigh.Â
âFuck you. Fuck this. It wonât happen again.âÂ
And it shouldnât. But it does. It always happens again.Â
Because he wants to hurt you, shame you, make you feel weak in his arms when you shatter and cum. Because he hates how much he loves you. So he wants to crush you, wrap around you like a viper and pop you out of existence.Â
His life would be so much easier if he didnât have a spoiled brat of a sister.Â
You make him want to eat his fist when you swipe his cum from between your legs and put your fingers in your mouth, smiling because you know heâll return to dinner with a tent in his pants.Â
You live to torture him, heâs sure of it.Â
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In the Next Moment:
Yandere/Alpha Gojo Satoru x Omega Reader
I can't even tell you how long ago I started this. I had no idea how to end it and I took away and added a bunch of things haha. Here is your alpha Gojo Satoru, here to save the day and take you for himself!
omegas are lesser creatures, familial abuse, self-deprecation, like your father in this is literal scum
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What kind of God deals a life like this? Where status is given the moment youâre born. Where you can be cast away at birth and shoved into a home just for having the wrong scent. It used to be that families would wait until puberty before they knew what breed their child would be. Now? Now they have the technology to make accurate guesses. Not one hundred percent, but, accurate enough.
             In your case, call it lucky or not, your family didnât send you away to a home. Omegaâs arenât completely useless, and can fetch quite a high penny on the market. Every day you were reminded of your failures as their daughter, that being bred by them should have produced an alpha.
             âThis is all your fault,â your mother would say to your father, âYour cousin is an omega, it runs in your bloodline!â
             âHow was I supposed to know?! No one ever spoke of them I had no idea until we did the test!â He would shout back.
             Itâs a common argument you heard growing up. One that would seep into the marrow of your bones and claw its way into your dreams. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Even though they argued with each other, at the end of the day it came out to you being wrong. You were a curse.
             Eventually, your mother left. Being an alpha with you in the home, it was irredeemable. She had not bonded with an omega like her DNA screamed, your father a Beta and those relationships were never to last if an Omega came into the picture. Just an example of the homewrecker in your genes.
             He would drink and smoke on the couch all day and night. âWe had such a happy family, such high hopes for youâŠâ Another swig of the bottle in his hand, âItâs your job to take care of us now. Your mother did everything. Go make some money and bring it back home.â
             Quivering, afraid to even speak in front of him, you had to ask, âB-But what if people find out Iâm a- AH!â
             You cower as the bottle smashes against the brick wall next to your head, glass and liquor breaking around while your father stands and screams, âYou stupid bitch! Go get blockers, fuck! How hard is it to come up with things on your own? Youâre so fucking pathetic, stupid fucking omega,â he continues to grumble as he storms past you, âClean up this fucking mess.â
             Of course, youâve thought about running away, thought about life outside of your home. The realism of it is not pretty, though. Youâve seen how omegas are treated on the streets if they get caught, theyâre not allowed in the city because their scent can be such a disturbance. You have to be really taken care of to live amongst others. If you werenât so rare then it wouldnât be an issue, but unfortunately omegas canât be shared around to every alpha.
             Getting blockers is probably the hardest job. Most doctors donât want to sell them to you unless you have a good reason for being an omega, ie; rich spouse, breeding bitch, selling, etc. Anything on the black market is a gamble between being really good or really shit. Eventually, another omega you came across in passing had recommended a âhole in the wallâ doctor. They hide down an alleyway in the slums of the city but are open to helping omegas. When you went there it had ignited your fear and you started releasing poor, omega pheromones. Many, hungry looks your way were cast, though thankfully you made it out in one piece.
             Now you were left to try and survive in the wild.
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âYo!â Your head shoots up from the stall oven, seeing a familiar head of white hair and blindfolded head.
             Honestly, you were shocked, once people found out the âlovelyâ attendant at the crepe stall was an omega, they generally never returned. âAh,â you try not to gape at him, âYouâre back. You didnât come with your, um, students?â
             Itâs been a little over a year now that youâve manned the crepe stall in a deserted park. You think thatâs why your boss put you here, because not many people came by so business wasnât that great; it also gave him a good excuse to berate you when you didnât meet income quota. Earlier this week you were met with a unique set of customers, one of them being this man and then two younger boys and a girl to whom he introduced as his students â very proud of them. In that same interaction, whilst the students were enjoying each otherâs crepes and you were making his, he had suddenly leaned in and inhaled a few times, sniffing you and grinning cheekily, âYouâre an omega, arenât ya?â It shocked you because you shouldnât be smelling like anything right now, the sugary crepes usually enough to hide and scent that seems to waft from you. Now, he had returned alone, acting as if you were buddies, âMy dear students are in a fierce battle! I have made some time to see my favourite crepe omega.â
             His words were too loud, you had to look around in fear that maybe he was trying to let others know, trying to get you boycott. However, no one was there. Was he trying to bait you? Maybe you should just go along with it, âDid you really like them that much?â
             He perked up, arms open in a welcoming stance, âOf course! The food, the chef, both are a delicious snack~.â
             Flirting?! Definitely a joke.
             Your shocked expression mustâve spoke volumes as he laughed at you, wiping a faux tear from his blindfolded eyes, âDonât be so unsure of yourself. Surely a treat like you gets hit on all the time.â
             âAre you hearing yourself,â you blurt out without thinking. How could he be so casual about this if he werenât planning something sinister. All the memories of manipulation and abuse from strangers in your life come flooding back, your body subconsciously recoiling in on itself in defence. Your voice is meeker now, âPlease, if youâre going to do something just get over with it.â
             The manâs footsteps sound calm as he strides towards you, his hand reaching forward. You cringe in on yourself, awaiting a slap or a hit, only for your body to be taken over by surprise when he speaks, his index finger pointing towards the flat stove-surface of the kiosk, âYour crepe is burning.â
             âOh no!â You squeal, quickly going to flip it off the surface and onto a serviette. Tears start to collect in your eyes as you think of all the different ways youâll be punished, âShit shit shit. Heâs going to know! He always knows and I canât hide it, Iâm screwed-â
             Silence engulfs you as you watch, stunned, at the man who picks up the hot and charred crepe, worms out his tongue and opens his mouth, before scoffing it down in a single gulp. He pulls out a few bills and sets them on the kiosk counter, âWhew! In hindsight I should have put cream or something on it. Definitely not as good as the first one I had.â Honestly⊠What was his deal? He didnât question your shocked expression, only smiling and reaching out his finger to wipe at a stray tear, using the kiosk to lean over and reach you, âNameâs Satoru. Or, well, Gojo is my last name and tends to be what others go by. For you, cutie, Iâd rather be addressed by something more to heart. So, you free after this? I know a great restaurant near here.â
             Your mouth opens and closes, gaping like a dehydrated fish. You didnât need to look down to see his arms begin to sizzle on the pan, the sound and smell enough to alert you both. Ven so, you informed him with ghostly words, âYour arm is cooking.â
             âNot gonna move it âtil you say yes!â
             ⊠You couldnât believe what your day has come to, âOkay.â
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The restaurant he had decided to take you to was something way out of your budget, and just as you were about to voice your concerns for it, he quickly put his finger to your lips and spoke, âShh, I know what youâre going to say and donât worry. Iâve got us covered.â
             Neither of you were particularly dressed for this place, he wearing a black uniform with the neck of it covering his chin, and you in your small, ripped (not by design) shorts and oversized t-shirt. Even with this, the waiter at the front smiled widely at Satoru, âGojo-sama! What a pleasant surprise. Table for two?â
             You were thankful that the waiter didnât acknowledge you. No greeting yet no glare or scowl either. Satoru flicked his fingers into guns and pointed at him, âYou betchâya! One of those cosy, independent booths, please.â
             âOf course, right this way.â The waiter lead you through the open area of the restaurant, many patrons idly enjoying their dinner with their loved ones by quiet candlelight, whilst the ones you walked slightly too close to were able to smell you and tell just what breed you were, some even trying to complain to their designated waiter. You just hung your head in shame until you got to the booth, following Satoruâs lead until you heard a door being slid shut.
             Quickly, you turned to face him, seeing that he had shut you both in a secluded area with a table, the walls made of a deep coloured screen that didnât quite go to the ceiling, yet provided all the privacy one could need in a place like this. âDonât worry,â he says, walking around to pull out a chair for you, âThe owner and I get along real well. Iâve helped them out a few times.â
             He slides the seat in as you sit, and you still canât get over the fact that he hasnât done anything bad to you yet. This man has singlehandedly given you the most kindness you have received in your entire life. Perhaps he wants to break your heart in the end, at least you might get a free meal out of it. âI see⊠Are you a chef? Is that why your hair is up like that and you didnât flinch when you got burnt?â You knew some chefs were godly in the kitchen and a little stove sizzle wouldnât quit them.
             Satoru laughed, bringing his hands up to act as a resting spot for his chin, âNooo~ Not a chef, and my hair just sits this way with the blindfold.â
             Which brings you on to your next question, âWhy do you wear a blindfold? How can you navigate like that?â
             His cheeky grin only widens, his hands now moving to sit flat on the table so he can lean forward and whisper, âWould you believe I have⊠Special powers?â
             This made you quirk your eyebrow, now you were unintentionally leaning in as well, âHuh? Behind your blindfold?â
             Satoru chuckled, leaning back again in his chair as he nonchalantly waves the discussion away in the air, âAh, I donât think you can handle this conversation just yet. Oh! I know, how about this,â he holds his hand up, five fingers pointing towards the sky. Using his other hand, brings down his thumb so he was only showing four fingers, âFour more dates and Iâll reveal my eyes to you.â
             Another flustered expression overcame you. You hadnât even finished this date â this is a date?! â and yet he was already planning more. Subconsciously, you tilt your head away from him, shoulders coming inwards as you mutter, âI donât have anything to offer you, Satoru.â
             âI just,â he falters, and for the first time he sounds a little unsure of how to say something. Easily, his motions fluid and controlled, like he knows exactly what he wants to do, he reaches for your upper arms and pulls them forward, sliding down the length of your arms until he can comfortably hold your hands, âI just need you to be there. Thatâs all I want.â
             You swallow thickly, thinking it over. It wouldnât hurt to see how tonight turned out, and even if you said no, he knows where you work. You suppose you can see where this takes you, until it falls flat like it should for an omega.
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That night, you managed to tip toe back into your home, your father snoring on the couch. It was a miracle you werenât berated, at least you had thought so until the morning.
             Cooking breakfast for him, he had decided now was prime time to slam his fist into the archway of the room, making you flinch as he roared, âYou stupid bitch, donât think I didnât notice you not home last night. Where the fuck were you?â
             What to say⊠Could you lie? Youâd have to lie, he would accuse you of trying to do something shady if you said you had a date. No omega would get a date, especially you, and so that would mean you were planning something bad. Or maybe it was your catastrophising thoughts that made you see it this way, a defence mechanism, if you will. âI was working late,â you tell him, quietly, âMy boss is trying to extend the crepe business into later hours for couples on dates.â
             To this, your father scoffs, planting his body at the table as he awaits his meal, âNo couple would want an omega to serve them, you might try to make off with their mate.â
             You really did try to hold your tongue, but maybe Satoruâs easy-going behaviour had mellowed you out a bit, âI just thought you might want the extra money.â It wasnât a smart-ass comment, but no matter what youâd say he would take it as one.
             This morning, he seemed to have had a bad hangover, as he could only growl out, âWhat was that, you runt? Know your place.â
             Oh, how you desired to spit in his food. You gazed longingly at the bacon and eggs you were making, such a simple meal. Last night you had come home to see new pizza boxes laid around. Honestly, you felt a sort of betterment from that. You had dined like royalty, and he was stuck here eating shit from a sole. If only for last night, you were better than him.
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âA curse?â You questioned, your wide eyes looking over your teacup. It was an authentic, British set, Satoru had taken you out to a little garden cafĂ© on the other side of the city. It was amongst some of the historic temples around, the trees making you seem far away from the city and the food a kind of exquisite you had never been privy of knowing.
             He grinned at you, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling from behind his dark glasses, âThatâs right! Kind of like a ghost or a monster. They feast on collective, negative energy and such, I donât want to bore you with the details.â
             You tried to keep an open mind, âAnd you⊠Hunt them?â
             âYeah! See, now youâre getting it,â he grins, excitedly.
             With a smile, you set your cup down and ask, âAre you an author, Satoru?â
             He waved his hand dramatically in the air, âOh, you flatterer, you. Iâm not that creative, itâs just my job.â
             As much as you wanted to believe him, you couldnât help the creeping feeling that he was lying to you. Like, this was your third âdateâ together and he still had yet to bully you or do something horrible. This wouldnât be too far of a stretch to make you scared and freak out. Maybe he wants to laugh at the weak, little omega and her fear smell. Is that why you were in a crowded cafĂ©?
             âHey, hey,â he reaches over, holding your hands in his, âI can sense youâre troubled but not for the reason Iâd think. You still donât trust me, do you, (Y/n)?â
             Your mouth opens and closes, unsure how to word your thoughts. You were caught in a predicament you didnât want to be in. Of course you still didnât trust him, you couldnât trust him after everything youâve been through. Would he take such offense to that?
             Satoru seems to take your shock as his answer, smiling sincerely at you, âI donât blame you, itâs okay. Thatâs why weâre doing these dates! Donât worry, Iâll protect you from now on.â
             Flaming heat erupts on your cheeks, the feeling of his thumbs caressing your skin feeling like an iron, âHow can you just say that? You donât know me and Iâm-â you stop suddenly, looking around you to notice the faces of disgust, you really didnât need to finish that sentence. Your blockers had grown thin, so now you were cutting them in half to try and spread it out since your doctor was on holiday. Unfortunately, they didnât prevent the smell of your pheromones enough, it was painfully obvious everywhere you went.
             âAh, my darling omega, you truly are sweet,â he inhales, smiling contentedly, âOnce you realise the world is your playground, nothing else matters. I could kill everyone here and take you away, and as long as no one can stop me â and trust me, they canât -, anything is possible, and your dreams really can come true.â
             You didnât know what to say to that, his words always bordering on genuine and humour. Even with the knowledge of Satoruâs like to play, the undeniable dark truth of a true alpha manages to waft in the air.
             Like a switch, he grins widely, all teeth and charisma, âThatâs not saying I will, but itâs such a nice feeling, donât you think?â
             Itâs quiet as his words sink in. You think about your life so far, how you couldnât even get away with greeting someone without a knife to your throat and spitting words of how an omega doesnât get to speak without their alpha allowing them to do so. As much as youâd like to punch them in the gut, you donât think youâd really want to kill them, everyone growing under their own circumstance. Instead of getting into political debates, you think you donât want anymore stares and judgement for today, deciding that even if Satoru is okay to talk to, youâre still uncomfortable, âI suppose so, it must be nice having such strength, and being able to see⊠Curses.â
The rest of the date was enjoyable, and he even answered some of your questions about the creatures he hunts. Apparently, omegas are prime suspects, easy to feast upon and no one questions when they go crazy, the second lot of victims being alphas that had an omega as a child. Youâre honestly surprised you and your father havenât been attacked yet if thatâs the case.
             Satoru drives you home and itâs relatively quiet in the car, the thrumming of the almost noiseless engine enough to fill the silence. You go back to what Satoru says during your date, and now youâre memorising the smells he emitted during your conversation. Before, it was hard to really tell since you were stressing, and the restaurant was full of blooming alphas and betas. However, now it was lingering through the car. He had spoken so easily about death and killing, like it was second nature to him next to breathing. Some curses were sentient, able to talk and think, and then there was the comment about killing everyone else in the restaurant, who were definitely not curses. He was happy, proud even, to have that kind of strength and show it off to you. Tonka bean and vetiver⊠Perhaps even an orange blossom. It was nice, even if the reason behind it was a little morbid, and you couldnât help but close your eyes and indulge.
             The scent got stronger, and suddenly you were startled by a low chuckle, your eyes flashing open to see you were leaning towards him. Satoru had slowed down in front of your house and turned the car off, his cheeks a flush in the dim light, âHaving you relax around me like that feels so nice. I canât tell you enough how happy youâve just made me.â
             You open your mouth immediately to say sorry, only to close it after a momentâs thought. He doesnât smell like heâs trying to bully you or mad that you thought you could get so close to him without repercussions. How much longer can you hold out from someone who is being so kind to you?
             âYou donât have to reply to that,â he tells you, saving you from thinking of an acceptable response. Satoru gets out first, hurrying to your side while you unbuckle yourself to let you out. You smile at him and let him take your hand, holding you close as he closes the door and pushes you against the car. A small gasp is pushed from you, surprised at his boldness. Youâre lucky that this neighbourhood was relatively quiet, no one being awake at this hour to see you with anyone. âI really want to kiss you,â he says, face inching closer to you, âYou have no idea how hard it was for me to hold back in the car.â
             Your eyes shift in nervousness, hands coming to press to Satoruâs chest, âW-wait, sâtoo soon-â
             âItâs fine,â he cuts, not letting you get another word out, smashing his lips to yours in a frenzied kiss. Your eyes dilate, his scent and taste making your heart jump with a certain anxiety â excitement â youâre letting your shoulders relax and clenching the front of his shirt as he takes the lead. Maybe⊠Maybe this isnât so bad⊠His leg finds its way between the both of yours and gently grinds down, a small moan slipping from your mouth at the electric feeling. Next, he starts to slowly introduce his tongue to your mouth, the wet muscle a new sensation to you.
             Suddenly, youâre hit with an overwhelming pain, your gut tightening and your eyes watering as you double over into his chest. Your body is hot, panting, you lean into him and can hardly hear anything. Satoru is speaking, saying something, âsorryâ and âtestâ are two words you think you understand but you canât focus on sounds. What does help you, though, is the gentle caress his hand brings to your head. He holds you tight, safe, his pheromones echoing security and comfort through your mind. You mumble into his clothes once you feel youâre able to talk again, âWh-what was that? That hurt so muchâŠâ         Â
             Satoru hums, both hands coming to your face which he cradles and regards you with loving eyes, âHave you ever been in heat, (Y/n)?â
             You sniffle, shaking your head, âNo, Iâve taken suppressants since the day they found out what I was. It made puberty really difficultâŠâ
             Satoruâs lips curl into a frown, âI imagine it would. It seems your body jumped into overdrive, the stimulation from kissing alone too much for you.â
             Your arms curled around yourself for some comfort, âMy suppressants, theyâre running low so Iâve been halving them to spread them out but theyâre just making me feel sick.â
             âWhen did you start halving them?â He asks, eyes now wide with worry.
             âUhm, I think about a few days ago? But I canât get a hold of my doctor and itâs hard to find anyone that will willingly prescribe suppressants.â Your head falls into his chest, a feeling of defeat washing over you.
             Satoru pets your head, quiet in thought before he says, âWhy not just stop taking them?â
             You have to laugh at that, tilting your head to look up at him, âYouâre joking, right? Please tell me youâre joking.â
             âIâm not,â he closes his eyes, burying his nose in your neck and holding you close, âYouâve got me now, Iâll look after you. Fuck, you smell so good.â
             âSatoru-â Your wrists are caught in his as he stares you down.
             Or, at least that is what he appears to be doing. Youâre stuck in his grasp as you wait for him to make his statement, which he does once your lips smacks shut, âYou donât need to hide who you are anymore. Just think about it, âkay?â
             To get him off your back you give an exhale of defeat, rolling your eyes to the side and complying, âFine. Iâll think about it. Cool?â
             His charming grin is almost enough to even fool you into thinking it was okay to relinquish your omega self to him, âCool.â
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Things were not cool. Not long after getting inside, your father had waited to pounce once the car Satoru drove was out of sight. Your vision had waned with the punch he threw at you, your body colliding with the hallway wall. âDisgusting!â He had spat, literally, his saliva landing on your cheek and barely missing your eye. His foot was next to make contact, kicking you hard enough in the stomach that you threw up a little of your dinner, âYou reek of a fucking omega! I see you whoring yourself out, slut. Tryna hide the money from me, eh?â
             Another kick had you crying out, this one on your bicep and knocking you back to the ground. You wailed as he bent down and held your hair in a tight and painful grasp, âIâm not! I swear, I have no money!â
             He ignored you, his breath badly stained with alcohol, however, you were certain even without the influence he wouldnât hold back, âTryna seduce me? Hm? Your own father? You fucking wretch. If you donât stop that smell right now I swear to whatever fucking God is out thereâŠâ
             You were bawling now, you could only assume your hormones were worse, your own senses dull to the smell of you. It hurt internally as well, your omega working overdrive as you try in vain to calm down so you didnât have to endure the full impact of emitting such helpless hormones. It may not have worked the way you wanted it to, but, your father seemed to calm down with a sneer.
He threw your head to the floor and began walking away, âIf you donât get back on those fucking meds by tomorrow then I will kill you. I promise you that.â
You didnât dare reply to that, thankful that he decided to walk away while you were still breathing tonight.
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How fitting the weather is today, the clouds a dark grey and the skies pouring with rain. You had one umbrella with a hole between two of the spines but it was better than nothing. This morning you left the house with a bag packed and a small suitcase, only the essentials.
             You were on a bus ride to the other side of town to see your doctor. If they werenât going to pick up the phone then youâd have to arrive suddenly. If he didnât have the suppressors then you werenât going to go home, in fact, you werenât entirely sure if you were going to go back anyway. Perhaps a life on the street was better than this. A womanâs shelter wouldnât take you in for the fact that you were an omega, and an omega shelter had an 80% chance of being a front for something worse than illegal.
             The bus stops where you need to be, the passengers loudly exclaiming that theyâre happy youâre finally leaving. It doesnât hurt so much today, you just have one thing on your mind.
             âWhy not just kill yourself?â
             You stop at the thought, in the middle of opening your umbrella, standing in the rain. It was a thought, right? Ending it was always a nice joke but holy shit that voice sounded like it was right by your ear and⊠genuine. You werenât exactly scared, a little shocked, sure but, maybe you should bring that up with your doctor, too.
             However, as you got closer and closer to the clinic, you began to think they werenât open. Though there was the receptionistâs and the doctorâs cars outside, the curtains were drawn, the lights were off and the sign, once you got close enough to read, was saying âClosedâ.
             Your hand reaches to your heart as you feel it thumping hard in anxiety, your pheromones beginning to linger around you as a thick, steady aura. Thank goodness this place was off the city boarder, not many people around to subject you to bullying and hatred. You look back to the cars again, both of them parked neatly in the small lot. Even if itâs closed, you need to push past your nervousness and gently demand your medication. If you didnât⊠Well, he knows just as well as you do.
             You knock on the glass with a firm hit, calling out for good measure, âDr. Kodoka, itâs me, (Y/n).â
             Silence.
             You knock again, if they donât want to be disturbed then the earlier they open up to you the better. âDr. Kodoka, please, I really need to talk to you. Itâs an emergency,â you plead, hoping he could tell by the sound of your voice how desperate you were.
             Your gut drops as more silence is your only response. You probably should have tried this first, grabbing the long handle of the door and trying to open it. No surprise, itâs locked. Perhaps thereâs a back entrance? Oh, you feel so seedy scrounging around a doctorâs office.
             Past the skip bins thereâs a narrow entrance just wide enough for one person between the building and a wired fence. Youâre not sure why the wired fence is even here, itâs not attached to anything and only separates a portion of the office from an open wheat field. Luck smiles upon you as you try this door, the entrance clicking open and allowing you to step into the darkness.
             One deep breath before you call out has you positively gagging at the disgusting scent that assaults you nose and mouth. Itâs unavoidable, the little bit of vomit that works its way up your throat is involuntarily spat out onto the linoleum floor. What. The. Fuck.
             This has to be the worst experience youâve ever been through, the tears in your eyes falling freely as you persevere through the smell. You know you need to call the police, you know something like this isnât normal. However, if you do, and they find out youâre an omega here to purchase suppressants then thereâs a good chance youâll both be dead. Itâs happened before, police getting trigger happy or beating up omegas and any allies. Of course, society doesnât care. More filth off the streets.
             Thereâs a sound towards the entrance, something being knocked over, as well as some sort of âsludgingâ noise. Could it be one of them trying to get to the door? Someone must be alive! You quietly move towards the entrance, past the main office, the break room, and peak through the broken door of the reception. Itâs horrendous.
             All the gore has been maintained in this area. Limbs, a spine, half a head that has been poorly cut from the top of their skull through their chin- and thatâs only the background. In the middle of it all, this giant, wrinkly, slug-like creature appears to be waking up. It has an amass of arms and hands over itâs back and sides, and one twitching on the tip of its tail. The stalks that would be its eyes slowly raise, turning in all directions as if looking around.
             You fall against the door, your entire being freezing up in a shock mode. The thud of your body hitting the floor alerts it to you, and you notice now that instead of eyes, it was wearing the distraught faces of the doctor and receptionist. The receptionist still had one of her eyes hanging from their socket, whilst the doctor was completely eyeless, with only a couple of teeth and the tip of his tongue drooping from the gaping mouth.
             It hones in on your position and starts charging at an alarming pace, the only thing you can do is scream your throat raw as your end nears. Itâs too horrifying, too real to be a dream you can escape. The creature splits its mouth with human-like teeth in mismatched rows and thrashing hands over its body and you canât look away from your demise.
             You donât blink, and because you donât blink itâs hard to believe anything happened.
             As fast as light itself, a man appears and slashes the slug in half, horizontally through its open mouth with a light so white thereâs a tint of blue to it. The guttural scream it lets out is so closely related to a humanâs that you are only filled with more fear. The man, who turns to give you a cocky wink and that you can now see is Satoru Gojo, makes a crude display of holding his index and middle finger in front of his face and slowly licking his digits with the flat of his tongue; before slicing the creature up into smaller pieces until it bursts into sprays of blood and nothingness.
             Your hearing was skewed, you barely recognise his footsteps as he walks towards you and bends down to hold his hand out. You tell your mind to grab it, to accept his kindness after saving you but youâre caught in your own sense of dread and confusion as not a speck of blood is seen on Satoru or his white hair, or his devilish smile, or that black coat with the collar sticking around his neck.
             Satoruâs smile softens and heâs sure you canât hear him when speaks to you, âAh, I see weâll have to cut our deal short. Thatâs okay, weâre only one date off anyway.â He reaches for your hands, placing them both in one of his and stroking the backs with his thumb. He then slowly removes his blindfold and tilts your chin with his free hand to force you to meet his silvery gaze, â(Y/n), sweetheart, look at me. Everything is okay now.â
             His eyes are so blue⊠White⊠Silver⊠Theyâre like crystals or diamonds or two pools of galaxies â theyâre out of this world. His lashes are gorgeous too, and for some reason you feel a ping of jealousy amongst all this chaos because how can a man be so beautiful just by taking off his blindfold. Like a character taking off their glasses to reveal they were beautiful all along. Wait, what are these thoughts? In this horrible situation you suddenly feel like giggling.
             Satoru chuckles, keeping your focus solely on him as he lifts you in his arms to carry you out. People in suits run past you but neither of you pay them no mind as he keeps talking, âWhat silly thoughts are going through that omega mind of yours?â You laugh incredulously, feeling your body fall heavier in his arms he adjusts you, âThere it is, thereâs that adrenaline leaving you. I gotcha, sweetheart.â
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Youâre sat on the back of an ambulance with a blanket around your shoulders and a bottle of water wedged between your legs. A few feet away is Satoru, talking to someone so casually you wouldnât think he just killed a monster with his own hands; literally. You watch as he dismisses the person and walks back over to you with a smile, his blindfold back on and his hands coming from his pockets to bring you into a side embrace, âHow are you feeling? That was quite an experience, huh?â
             Trauma makes people react differently to things, so if this was his job then it makes sense he wouldnât be so distressed. âI smell of decay,â you sigh, though you werenât covered in filth you definitely had some stains. Even without the mess, the stale air in the clinic was enough to cling to you. You squeeze the blanket tighter around you, âHow could something like this happen? They were generous people. Kind; caring.â
             Satoru seemed to think for a moment, as if deciding what the best thing to say right now would be. Whether it was helpful or not, he opted for the truth, placing one of his large hands below your neck for comfort, âThey were helping omegas, and regardless of their personality, a lot of stigma comes from there. Constant stress to keep a secret, harsh words from the few friends and family that know, it all adds up and creates the perfect scent for a curse to trail.â
             âI remember you saying you that they are attracted to negative energy. So, rather than feeding off the energy itself they eat the humans?â You ask, though you already know the answer to that. You just canât wrap your head around how this is even possible. You recall his eyes, how pretty they are beneath the blindfold, âIs that why your eyes are so striking, because you have the power to fight them?â
             A laugh bubbles from his chest, his hand squeezing your back, âSort of. Not everyone is like me, though. In fact, no one is like me.â He steps back, arms open wide and head tilted towards the sky, âIâm the most powerful sorcerer to exist! Killing that creature used nothing but a flick of my wrist.â When he looks back to you there is a strange, powerful feeling that emanates from him, even some of the detectives around you seem to tense, âNothing can touch me. In turn, nothing will ever touch you.â
             What he says should be something kind, words of protection and safety. However, as his gaze burns through the blindfold and into your own, you feel like your breath has been whisked away and your body is being pulled to the ground, trapping you in place for him. It only lets up when your phone begins to ring, and to get out of this awkward feeling of a situation you answer it, âHello, this is (Y/n).â
             The voice on the other side of the phone makes you almost vomit, your father sounding almost melancholic, â(Y/n)⊠Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have shouted like that. Come home.â
             Youâre at a loss for words. He wants you home? No, thatâs a lie, you canât understand what is going on with him. Something tickles your ear and you jump to see Satoru leaning close so he can listen to your conversation. He smiles at you and nods, whispering, âSay yes.â
             Satoru saved you and promised to protect you. He wouldnât be telling you to agree if you were going to get hurt, youâd like to believe. So, swallowing your hesitation you reply, âO-Okay, dad. Iâll come home.â
             He breathes a huge sigh of relief, âThank god, thank you, (Y/n). Thank you so much.â
             You hang up and look to Satoru with worry, âDo you think heâs going to kill me?â
             âNah, I wonât let him,â Satoru says, confidently. You think you can trust him, especially since you watched him take down a strong monster, your angry alpha of a father would be no match for him. He sees youâre still worried, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand and his smile doing its best to calm you, âLetâs finish up here.â
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By the time you two are at your house the sun was low in the sky. Satoru had parked down the street this time, the two of you walking slowly down footpath to avoid suspicion. You were already on edge, however, when Satoru told you he wanted you to go in alone, you froze up completely.
             He just stood there, allowing you to process what he said. You started by shaking your head, grabbing onto his hand, âNo. No, please, you said-â
             â-I said Iâd protect you and I will. Iâm going to go around the back, you just walk up like everything is hunky-dory, âkay?â
             With a squeeze of your shoulder, he skips around, his carefree attitude not exactly lifting your anxiety. One thing is for certain, though, and thatâs that youâve seen him kill the other curse before. You know he can do it. You trust him. Alpha status aside, if you have any friend in this world then itâs Satoru Gojo.
             You take your time going up to the front door, hand trembling as you reach for the knob. Itâs unlocked, the door creaking open ominously. You get a cold rush through your body, the inside at freezing temperatures. Itâs unnatural, making you step back in shock and shivering in what you could only describe as unease.
             But itâs okay, because Satoru is here. He said he would protect you and the prospect has you feeling your cheeks flush. Heâs like⊠your alpha.
             The inside is quiet, save for the humming of electricity coming from the fridge. You walk slowly in and look around, spying your father in lounge room on his recliner, hands intertwined as he leans forward. You donât shut the door, feeling just a tad easier with the escape route.
             It isnât until youâre standing before him that a whistling of wind causes the door to slam shut on its own, the locks clicking in place unnaturally. Your confused look in that direction has him huffing a laugh. Your father doesnât give you the courtesy of eye contact, âYou know that on the day you were born, your mother and I were at our happiest?â
             Itâs an odd way to start a conversation, and though you were certain this was a trap of some kind, you donât know what else to do except respond meekly, âI didnât know that no.â
             A humourless laugh accompanies the way he sits up, shoulders slumped, and eyes dazed behind you, âNo, of course you donât. We only told you once when you were just a newborn. Once you got your status in life, well⊠It was too shameful to ever bring up again. We were completely embarrassed we every felt that way about an omega.â
             Heâs not just staring off into nothing, you notice the way his eyes look specifically behind you. Is it Satoru, did he come inside? You turn your head, only to go rigid and fall back in fear. Not another one⊠Not another curse.
             It was too tall for the ceiling, curving over like a hook with its head twisted to be partially upright. Tiny mouths were strewn over its face and down its neck, human teeth in all sorts of odd places like the lips and cheeks of the creature. The main mouth was skewed to the side and grinning openly down at you, and the eyes that are sunken, almost giving a hollow effect, were as dark as a black hole; though you knew instantly that it had its gaze locked on you. Four lanky arms reach from its shoulders, the body a crooked mass of black and its fingers twitching in all the wrong directions with painful cracks of possible bone.
             The worst part that solidified its presence was when it spoke, his voice raspy and words barely tangible, âDauâŠghtâŠer⊠Path..et..ic omeâŠgck.a. DelectabblleâdinnâŠ.eerrr.â
             You jumped at the firm hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place as the curse limped forwards. Your father spoke in a neutral tone, âIt appeared not long after your mother left. At first, I didnât know what to make of it, who to contact or what to do. Eventually, I started nurturing it. It grew with every argument we had, relished in my anger and pain. I let it feed off me and now it wants more. Now it wants you. Youâll do this, right? Itâs the only good thing youâre for, after all. Itâll save me, your family.â
             Tears streamed down your face, head shaking as you shifted back. Even with the bit of adrenaline you were able to muster, you were no match for your father, forced to endure the visual of this creatureâs fingers itching to get a hold of your flesh. You could only sob, no words coming out, not even to call for Satoru.
             Thankfully, you didnât have to. Your saviour appears once more, and as though the curse is nothing but a guy on the street, he places his hand on its back and gives a low whistle, âLow blow, dad. And here I was excited to finally meet my father-in-law.â
             Thereâs a pressure now in the air, one that has you curling in on yourself, and causing the curseâs open smile to turn into a low hanging frown. Its head spins on its neck, trying to get a look at the man that has it. Your father is more concerned about the words Satoru spoke, though, the tips of his fingers digging painfully into your skin, ââFather-in-lawâ? You whore. I knew you were out selling yourself. Looks like even to the end, youâre nothing but an embarrassment. Thatâs all going to change, though. Now you and your boy toy can die together.â
             Satoru laughs, and before you can even blink, he appears behind your father and grabs his wrist, easily shattering the bones and causing him to let go of you. You shift to the side, away from both him and the curse as he screams. Satoru tuts at him, waggling his finger nonchalantly in the air, âParents should protect their children, not sacrifice them. HonestlyâŠâ His voice lowers into something almost sad, though youâre wondering if Gojo Satoru was actually privy to that emotion in the first place or if he was just a really good actor, âPeople like you disgust me.â
             A bright light that radiates such an intense heat envelops the lounge room. Your arm comes up to cover your face, eyes squinting, all you can hear are the pained cries of your father and the garbled curse. It sends fear coursing through your body, even if Satoru is on your side, just what sort of power does he control? The carnage you expect to see once your eyes adjust isnât anywhere. The light is gone, everyone else in the room is gone, thin burn marks are left where your father and the curse once was.
             You jump at the hand on your shoulder, your saviour appearing once again out of nowhere. He smirks, acting a little flustered, âSorry, are your eyes okay? I just wanted to show off a little bit.â
             Again, heâs able to treat this like itâs any other menial task. You ask him, voice quiet, âWhere are they?â
             He tilts his head at you, a little pouty that your first concern was them and not the praise you should be heaping on your hero. He squeezes your shoulder, comfortingly, âWhat do you mean? Theyâre gone, does it really matter where?â
             It takes a few goes on shaky legs, but, youâre able to stand and face him, âIâm just a little concerned what even happened. Watching you fight the other one, I couldnât wrap my head around it, and now this- ⊠Are theyâŠ?â
             âDead? Yes.â
             You exhale at his blatant response. Is this something you should blame yourself for, the killing of your father and that⊠thing? Or is that just your life-long need to put any negative responsibility on you for merely being born an omega.
             Satoru wraps his arm around you and leads you out of the lounge room to help your overclocked mind, "Hereâs what would have happened if I didnât do that: The curse would eat you, devour your father, and then go on a rampage hunting primarily other poor omegas. Itâs happened before, baby. Besides,â he cups your face in his hands, making you look up at him, âHe was a horrible man. No loss. Can you really say you loved him?â
             The only love you had for your father was before your scent kicked in. After that, he was worse than a stranger to you. You fiddle with your fingers, abashedly looking away, âWhat happens now?â
             âNow,â he excitedly jostles you, the smile on his face huge, âYou come with me!â
             Your eyebrows furrow, his goofy attitude somehow lessening the severity of the situation for you, âI canât just do that.â
             âSure you can! Where else are you gonna go?â He questions, awaiting an answer he knows you wonât be able to think of. He takes your hands in his and gets down on one knee, â(Y/n), I know it hasnât been very long, but when I say Iâve finally found the love of my life-â
             Cheeks burning, you push away from him, trying to cover up his teasing laugh with your hands to your ears, âStop! Stop stop stop stop stop. Fine, Iâll come along with you.â You donât think you can ever get used to being flirted with, especially in the unique ways that Satoru comes up with.
             He gives you a gentle push, âGo grab some valuables, baby. Weâll leave once youâre ready.â
             Satoru watches as you move up the stairs, grumbling about the sudden use of âbabyâ heâs started getting attached to. Hah, how he really does love you. His hand comes to the straining of his cock in his pants, palming the ache thatâs been prevalent for a while now. Not long now, he canât way to absolutely ruin you. An omega thatâs never had a proper heat, and he gets to be your first toy, just as much as you are his. His luck truly is divine, if anyone deserves it, itâs definitely him.
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how to tame your boyfriend
content: bf!gojo, mentioned of sex and sexual stuffs, 16+, fluff, drabble, does not contain any smut, i think gojo's like this can't blame me
wanna know how to tame your annoying (and horny) boyfriend when your flight is delayed?
that's very easy. just buy him some lego and he would go on instant mute.
"i can't believe you really bought satoruâa full 27 years old ass manâa set of legos?" your friend from the other line, shoko, wheeze and at the same time confused for your action to tame your boyfriend.
sighing hardly while massaging your temple, you answered. "i had to, sho. he won't stop bothering me to have a quickie since our flight was delayed and he was bored."
your flight overseas was delayed for three hours because of some maintenance needed to be checked in the aircraft. now, satoru thought it is a good idea to spend those three hours having a passionate fornication.
of course you immediately dislike the idea even though you are tempted too. you value your morals, ethics, and dignity. unlike your boyfriend, he has no shame and would even proudly tell some random people that you are his by some marks solely created.
"could've played with his phone but seriously, why lego?" shoko was still laughing, now that you opened your camera and showed her your boyfriend who's literally sitting on the airport floor with bricks of lego on his hands.
satoru looked so focused and unbothered, which is an extremely good thingâlike he couldn't stop whispers in your ears, whining about how needy he is right now and how badly he wanted you. but now he's occupied, it is the greatest relief for you.
"first, his phone is dead and was tempt to buy a new fucking phone just because he said charging using a power bank takes a lot of time. had to smack the shit outta him and force him to get out of the apple store."
yep, the idiot forgot to charge his phone before you left for the airport. now his phone is dead, the desire to buy a new one instead of waiting for his phone to be charged in a powerbank is crazy. although, money is not a problem for the head of the gojo clanâhe got figures that cost more, more, more than your annual salary.
"second, lego made him focused and entertained on building it, not for having scandalous sex with me. i feel like he's being my child than being my boyfriend at this moment." you joked, lowering your voice so your big baby wouldn't hear you.
"you said it yourself that satoru is a full package." shoko rolled her eyes, but she's not wrong tho. satoru is everything, he could easily afford things and could even make some things impossible to possible.
"touché."
shoko let out a laugh. "anyway, gotta go now. got a client in an hour so bye my boo, mwa!" sending also a virtual flying kiss to your platonic friend, you both bid a farewell to with sweet smile on your faces.
as you ended the call, you turned your attention to your boyfriend who's now almost done on his lego that he's been occupying himself for like an hour now.
you made to take some photo of him and post it on your close friends in instagram because this scene of your boyfriend is literally a wholesome and definitely iconic. satoru glanced at you when he heard you giggle at some adorable shots of your boyfriend.
"what are you laughing at?" your boyfriend glanced up to you, confused and warily.
you shook your head, holding your laughter to not raise any suspicion. "nothing babe, just focus on fishing your lego instead of other things."
satoru showed you the figure "oh but i'm finished and we still have like an hour before our flightâŠ" he paused. your mouth hangs wide, questioning about how the hell he builds almost five hundred tiny pieces in just an hour?! truly your boyfriend was really something but this is wild.
"how did youâ"
"can we have a quickie now?" satoru smiles sheepishly.
your face turns more sour at his shameless request. although you understand that satoru is a man in need, but his neediness sometimes is really out of place and it took a lot of effort just to stop him from doing so.
"no, satoru. instead, we're going to have a quickie stop at the lego shop to buy you some more entertainment."
your boyfriend pouted at your answer like a hurdled puppy. "but i'm enjoying it more when i'm inside you."
that completely took you off guard.
"... tempting but no."
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A Helping Hand (Part 2) read part 1 here summary: after a long winding wait you and Gojo finally take your relationship to bed the next level. pairing: Satoru Gojo x reader word count: 4.5k warnings: MDNI; fluff and love confessions, cursing, oral (female receiving), creampie (this is a work of fiction, wrap it before you tap it irl!); rough s&x; canon divergence - both Gojo and reader are over 18 when Gojo takes in the Fushiguro siblings.
a/n: I lied, put your clothes back on... we're going on a fluff ride (roughly 1.6k words) before the sexy bits make an appearance (the other 2.9k), because, apparently, I cannot control myself once I start writing.
Unfortunately for you and Gojo, things did NOT progress as expected that night.
Tsumiki insisted they should help you with the cleaning after dinner and dessert and then launched into an animated retelling of the debate club happenings earlier that day as she dutifully dried the dishes you handed her.
It was many hours later before the kids finally were ready for bed.
You put both of them to their beds with a parting forehead kiss for each - the embarrassed blush on Megumi's cheeks never failing in making you chuckle.
By then you were exhausted, hand covering a big yawn that had Satoru laughing.
He threw his arm over your shoulders, using the leverage to pull you away from the kids' bedroom as he closed the door behind you with his other hand.
"Tired, sweets?"Â
"Completely wiped." you admitted, letting your head fall onto his shoulder, the realization of just how well you fit under his arm making you giddy "I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"Well, I guess I just wanted to have a wild night of rowdy pleasure with my new boyfriend, but I can't even fathom the idea of keeping up with his stamina right now."
"This boyfriend of yours sounds like a dream." Satoru's casual comment made you snort with constrained laughter. The man really had the greatest ego you'd ever seen.
"Except when he's being a self-centered dimwit."Â You tried to untangle yourself from under his arm, but Satoru had a different idea. You momentarily thought you were falling until the realization that he had reached his free arm underneath your knees and picked you up before you had time to protest set. A yelp of surprise the only noise you managed to release as you threw your own arms around his neck for support.
"I'm sure he has good reason to think so highly of himself." Satoru spoke as he rearranged his hold to support your weight with one arm under your rear in an impromptu display of strength, so he could open the door to the other bedroom.Â
"Stop praising yourself, Gojo." You chastised, but there was no heat behind your words.
He kicked the door shut behind yourselves as soon as you crossed the threshold. "Nuh-uh. That's Satoru to you. We went over that already."Â
"Not when you're being insufferable, no." Your words were barely discernible through the yawn you let out as you let yourself relax against him.Â
"Hmm. Let's get you to bed, sweets."
"Yeah? You gonna do unspeakable things to me in the master bedroom, Gojo?" Your words were slurred, breath fanning teasingly against his neck, eyelids heavy with sleep.
"It's Satoru," he insisted, "and no. Not tonight. Even though I'd like nothing else than just taking you, you're so sleepy you sound drunk right now."
"Look at you being all gentlemanly. I though Nanami was the last one left of those."Â
"Why are you bringing up Nanamin when we're talking about sex?!" Satoru sounded absolutely disgusted at the notion and you would probably have laughed at that if you had the energy to do so.
"You jealous?" you hummed, eyes already closed.
"Pfff! As if I had any reason to be jealous of that emo nerd."
"I don't know... I think he has his charms." just as you finished uttering the words Satoru unceremoniously dropped you on the bed, "what the fuck, Satoru?!"
"That's for talking about other men in my presence." He huffed, a cute pout on his lips.
"Oh my god, Satoru! Are you really going to be that much of a possessive boyfriend? What did I even get myself into?"Â There was no way you were letting him live his near tantrum at the mere mention of Nanami down.
"Too late to back off now, sweets." He playfully stated, leaning over you teasingly before dropping to the other side of the bed and making you bounce on the mattress again.
You turned your head, staring at his annoyingly perfect side profile as he brought his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles. You mused his words for a second, focusing specifically on the nickname he used. The pet name Satoru had always used when referring to you
"Why do you always call me that?" Though you always wondered the nickname's origins that was the first time you proffered the question aloud.Â
"You know how much I love my sweets." His matter-of-fact demeanor threw you in for a loop.
"Who would have thought you could be so corny? I'm serious, Satoru."
"So am I," he turned his head to face you as well, "I think I've loved from the moment we've met." his small confession has your heart stuttering in your chest, your smile faltering a bit at the vulnerability etched to that simple whispered phrase.
"Now, that just can't be true. If I remember correctly, you called me weak and said I'd never be able to keep up with you and Su-" you cut yourself off before you said something that would potentially strike a sour note in an otherwise wholesome occasion.Â
Still, you weren't fast enough. You saw the moment Satoru's face fell, his expression becoming somber. He looked away from you and cleared his throat.
"Yeah, well... everyone is weak compared to me."
You sighed bitterly, annoyed at yourself for spoiling the moment.
The heavy silence that fell over you begged to be ruptured, so you did just that:
"I shouldn't ha-"
"You're not-"
Apparently Satoru had the same idea because the both of you started at the same time, pausing once you realized the other was also talking. Satoru was the one to break the repeated tense quiet following the sudden standstill:Â
"I was wrong. You're not weak. You never were." his voice was quiet, serious. So different to his usual laidback disposition. It was a night for many firsts, it seemed.
"I mean, I'll never really get anywhere near your level." You shrugged, showing you understood his point.
"Still. You are strong. You're efficient and resourceful. And you care. You care so much sometimes I'm scared you'll wear yourself thin." Somehow you knew he wasn't just talking about your prowess as a sorcerer. "Just like- just like him."
"Satoru. Baby. Look at me." You pleaded, turned your entire body this time and tenderly grasped his chin, coaxing him into looking your way once more.
"I'm not leaving." You stared intently into his impossibly blue eyes as you made the vow. "You won't get rid of me that easily."
His hand found yours on his face and gently entwined your fingers before guiding them to his lips, where he placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.
You're not sure if he ever said anything in reply because you soon doze off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
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Satoru was no longer in bed with you when you woke up the next morning to a chime on your phone.
You sighed and sprawled onto your back, hand skimming over your face to find creases in the shape of the ruffled pillowcase under your head and a bit of dried drool at the corner of your lips before finally picking up the offending gadget to find 4 new messages from one strongest hoeđ«žđŁ:
Leave it to Satoru to make you go from embarrassed to delighted in less than a minute.
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You spent the rest of your Saturday with Megumi and Tsumiki, thankful you weren't summoned for anything. You were suspicious that had something to do with Gojo, he probably took on more curses just to spare you - it would explain the two whole days of a job when he usually handled curses in less than a minute.
Sunday came around and Satoru called you by noon, letting you know he threatened the elders into leaving the two of you free at least up until Monday and also asked Shoko to watch over the kids for the night.
"Huh. The damn curse is tougher than I thought. Gotta go finish this. See ya tonight. Love ya, sweets!" He ended the call before you even processed his words, your heart skipping a beat.
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You had left Tsumiki and Megumi back at the apartment in Saitama with Shoko and went back to your own home in Tokyo to get ready for your first date with Satoru a few hours before.
The clock had just hit 7pm and you were anxiously pacing the living room back and forth when there was a knock to your door. Your feet carried you forward without you even noticing, still lost inside your own head.
"I love you." You snapped as soon as you opened the door for him, immediately regretting the outburst at Satoru's smug face.
"That would have been awkward if it wasn't me. What happened to hello?" He laughed extending the bouquet of red roses in his hands to you.
"You fucking hung up on me before I could say it back and this has been hammering in my head ever since." you explained with a small shrug, cheeks going warm in spite of your attempt at nonchalance as you took the offered flowers to arrange them in a vase.
You put the arrangement on the center of your dinning room table after filling a priori empty container with water from the kitchen sink and it wasn't until his hands found your waist and Satoru welded his chest you back that you realized he has followed close behind you as you moved.
"Say that again." his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, warm breath causing a shiver to run down your spine, your hands falling to the table for support when your knees wobbled.
"Say what exactly?"
"Don't tease me, sweets." His warm lips leisurely glided down with each word. You gasped, head falling back against his shoulder and leaving your neck open to the butterfly kisses he purposefully left to the column of your throat.
"I l-love you, Satoru." You mumbled brokenly.
His grasp on your waist went impossibly tight, his breath stuttering and a low groan erupting from his chest.
"You have no idea what you do to me, sweets."
He sounded absolutely wrecked and the knowledge that you were the one causing Gojo Satoru to lose his cool made you throw your caution to the wind. You pushed your hips back against him and, sure enough, you can feel his hardness pressing back into you.
"Hmm. I think I may have an idea." You crooned teasingly.
"Brat!" He reward your taunt with a bite to the junction of your shoulder to your neck, immediately followed by his tongue lapping away at the harsh sting.
You stretched one arm backwards, hand reaching for the short hair on the nape of his neck as he relentlessly attacked your neck.
"I love you so fucking much, sweets. Have I mentioned how fucking stunning you look right now? I mean, you're always hot, but this look... I just wanna bend you over and fuck you right on this table." there was something nearly unhinged to the way he babbled, like those words had been stuck at his throat for too long and he was finally letting loose.
"And what's stopping you?"
"I don't know, maybe the reservation I made for our dinner in 30 minutes." Even though Satoru tried to stop your advances, the way his hips kept lazily rocking against yours sent a different message. He nuzzled against your neck, inhaling the sweet perfume you sprayed just for him and mumbling something about how you smell good enough to eat under his breath.
"I can't think of a lot of things we can accomplish in 30 minutes."
"Ugh! You'll be the death of me. I'm trying to be responsible for once here!" He nearly whined.
You turned around in his grasp and had to crane your head to look into his eyes with the way he looms over you "Gojo. I don't need you to be responsible or a fancy restaurant date to make this real. I think we're way past that anyway. I just need you."
He seemed conflicted, eyes searching yours through the dark lenses of the sunglasses still perched to his nose.
"Please."
"Fuck it." Your last plea was all it took to break his resolve.
In a flash, Satoru had hoisted you up and sat you at the edge of the table, slotting himself in between your parted legs and lips taking yours possessively, his tongue shoving itself into your mouth, savoring your taste. His hands were suddenly all over you, sliding and grabbing at you like he owns you. You readily opened up for him.
When you finally did part ways, you felt his thumb tracing your swollen bottom lip. He stared at the skin, glistening with your mixed saliva in a daze for a moment before his eyes flicked up to meet yours.
"I wanna taste you. Will you let me taste you, sweets?" Satoru's hands found and toyed with the button to your pants, eyes begging silently for your assent.
You nodded mutely, throat suddenly dry.
The green light you gave was all the encouragement he needed to drop to his knees, finger dexterously popping open the button and sliding down the zipper before nearly pawing the offending piece of clothing down your legs. Satoru didn't have the patience to remove your boots, so the cloth remained bunched up at your ankles. He nibbled at the skin of your inner thigh, slowly inching closer to where you needed him the most.
"'toru!" You whined, letting yourself fall back against the table, head knocking loudly against the wood.
"What is it, sweets? What do you want."
"Touch me!"
"But I am touching you."
"You little- Aw!" You complained when he bit into your thigh as a warning, head lifting from the table to glare half-heartedly at the man in between your thighs.
"Watch it." Satoru alerted, a dangerous glint to his electric blue eyes.
"Ugh. Fine." You relented, not wanting to test him that night. You'd have plenty of time for that on other occasion. "Touch my pussy, Satoru."
"Have you no manners?" He rested his cheek against your thigh, his earlier rush hidden beneath his commitment to have you begging for him.
"Pleas- Oh my god!" You bellowed when he finally dove in, practically french kissing your pussy. His tongue easily found your clit, making random shapes against the bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars behind closed eyelids.
He moaned loudly and shamelessly when your hand found purchase on his soft white hair, encouraging you to pull harder as his own fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs.
Satoru let go of your hips to hitch your legs up, spread your thighs wider and then one of his hands roamed down until he's brushing your entrance, whining pathetically at the slick that gathered on the finger prodding at your hole. The muscles on your thighs tightened in response and you forced yourself up on your elbows so you could take the delicious show playing out down there.
His free hand reached underneath your sweater, slowly gliding upwards, finger teasing the edge of your bra while his mouth changed its path and traveled up and under your sweater, kissing, licking, nibbling at the skin of your tummy and ribs. The comical sight of his head disappearing beneath the warm fabric had a giggle bubbling up at his silliness, but the feeling of the pad of his thumb striking wet and sticky across your clit draws out a sound deep from your chest instead, something sweet and guttural that made Satoru wish he could record to hear over and over again.
Gojo pulled your bra down and didn't waste a second before taking one of your nipples in his warm mouth at the same time he pressed his ring and middle finger into you, curling them upwards to touch that sweet spot and thumb rocking against your clit with each thrust of his hand. You were squirming as he pressed down on your clit just hard enough. A cry left your lips as the fingers of his other hand pinched your nipple.
His actions made it seem as if he's not sure where to touch first, like a man starved, Satoru needs to feel all of you.
Without warning, he popped out from under the sweater, raising himself up and using both hands to reach for the offending piece of clothing and pulling it up and off of you before reaching behind your back for the clasp of your bra. You sat up again to help him remove it as he slid the straps down your arms.
"You're so hot." Satoru sounded winded, wide eyes traveling all over your body in awe.
"Toru. I need you, please." You begged when you could no longer take his gawking.
Satoru smirked deviously and you nearly regretted pleading with him, knowing he was scheming something.
"I Got you, sweets" was all he said before abruptly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, hand smacking your ass with a resounding slap sound. Your shriek only making him laugh. "Let's move this to bed so I can fuck you into the mattress."
Soon you joined in on his laughter even as he jolted you around. Just as it has always been, Satoru had a way of making any moment with you lighter.
When you reached your bedroom he thoughtfully placed you on the mattress, kneeling by the bed to help you with your boots and finally remove the pants and underwear that has still been stuck at your ankles up until then.
Once you were completely bare you expected him to do the same. Instead, he passed you by and sat down against the headboard, patting his lap excitedly when you twisted around to follow his movements with a curious gaze.
"You're still too dressed, Toru." You frowned.
"Yeah, and? Come here before I make you, brat."
Even though you were unsure of what he had planned, you trusted Satoru enough to do as he told you to. You got up and walked around the bed, slightly sheepish at your state of undress, but the astonished look on his face gave you enough confidence to move forward.
You went to sit on his lap, but Gojo was faster, hands picking you up by your waist and settling you down, knees on each side of his legs, so you have no choice but to settle your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced.
Satoru hummed in delight as he pushed you back and forth until you got the idea. You braced your hands against his chest, your hips taking up the rocking against his hard length through his dress pants, your bare slit dripping all over his bulge.
âThatâs it, sweets,â Satoru grunted, eyes hungrily following your movement âGet yourself nice and wet and ready for me. Rub your sweet little cunt all over my cock.â At his urging, you rolled your hips harder, eyes falling closed as you took your pleasure from his body. Â
Your knees spread even further so you could press down on him harder, your slick staining his pants.
When you opened your eyes, you found Satoru's blue stare already on you, an overjoyed smile etched onto his face.
"I'm gonna fuck you so deep you're gonna be feeling me for weeks."
You moaned at the dark promise, unconsciously speeding up your hips as your hands grasped the lapels of his shirt in tight fists.
"Does the thought turn you on, sweets?" His hips thrust up from below, forcing another moan from your lips. "Having your pussy so abused you can still feel it for days on end afterwards?"
âOh god,â you moaned, letting your head loll back. But Satoru wasnât having none of that. He brought his hand to your throat, tugging your head until you had no choice but to meet his blazing gaze.
"Hmmm... I wanna feel you, Toru." You sobbed, desperate for more. âI need itâI need you, please.â
In an instant, Satoru had pushed you onto your back, one of his hands pinning you to the bed by your throat as he forcefully snapped his hips against yours, your head towards the foot of the bed.
You reached up, yanking at the buttons of his shirt and pulling it free from his slacks with a hushed demanding "off."
"I should have know you would be bossy even when underneath me." He chuckled, letting go of you momentarily to shrug off the shirt. Meanwhile, you went for his belt, deft fingers unbuckling it before unbuttoning and pulling the zipper on his pants down. "Eager much?"
"Satoru. We've been dancing around each other for years, you can't blame me for being impatient now."
"Trust me. I get it." He licked his lips, eyes damn near burning a path through your skin as his gaze travelled your form. "You have no idea how many times I've pictured you just like that, naked and wet for me."
"Yeah? You jacked off to the thought of me?" Your pleased smile was not lost on him.
"Like I said, so many times." Satoru admitted unashamedly. "And I gotta say... the real thing is even better than I imagined."
You wanted to giggle at the notion the both of you had unknowingly been pining for each other at the same time for so long, but the sound got stuck in your throat when he finally bared himself to you.
Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of him bare. You watched intently as he hastily stood up to kick off his shoes before pushing his pants, underwear and socks down and throwing it all behind himself. Revealing corded thighs and a magnificent long, twitching cock, so big you were glad you were wet and ready for him.
A soft smirk played on your lips as he leaned over you, one knee between your legs, arms caging you in against the comforter.
He gripped his cock and rubbed the bulbous tip up and down your slit, teasing your clit and making you whimper. You rocked your hips up against his dick, trying to find the angle to take him inside you. When that didnât work, you resorted to begging, whimpering, âI'm so empty. I need you inside me, please Toru."
"Yeah, want me to fill you up sweets?"
You nodded, tangling your legs behind him and attempting to draw him in. For once in your life, you cursed his superior strength, because he sure was having a great time making you desperate for his cock.
âToru,â you cried with a gasp, your arms around his neck trying to pull him closer, "Please!â
"Since you asked so nicely..."
Satoru captured your lips, pouring his passion and desire for you into a searing kiss. As his lips slid against yours, he pressed the tip against your entrance.Â
He drank down your sounds of pleasure as he pushed inside you, inch by inch. You broke away with a gasp when it became too much.
"You're taking me so well, sweets." He mumbled almost incoherently.
Brows knitted and thighs trembling, your eyes didnât leave his as you basked in the shattering, yet sublimely pleasurable sensation, slowly allowing yourself to relax around him.
Gentle caresses of his thumb to your tight nub made you feel like the smallest push could tip you over edge and into ecstasy. Tight circles that didn't relent until he could bury himself inside you entirely, the air getting punched out of your lungs once he bottomed out.
"Fuck. So tight for me." Satoru remarked with a low moan at the feeling of your walls firmly hugging his dick. "You good?" He checked when you didn't say anything.
"Y-yeah. You can move."
He started off slow but worked up to a gentle but intense rhythm soon enough, wanting you to be comfortable above anything else.
"You feel so fucking good." Satoru praised, one hand moving to hold onto your wrists and push them together against the bed above your head.
"Satoru. Don't stop. Please, don't stop." You begged.
"Don't worry." He rasped, "I don't plan to stop any time soon." timing the words with each frantic drive of his hips, gradually picking up speed until you felt his heavy sack slapping feverishly against you.
His girth stretched you out and filled you to the brink with each hard stroke until there were tears trickling down your cheeks as you drowned in the overwhelming pleasure of it.
"You crying?" Satoru quipped, peering down at you with a smirk.
You swore you would have slapped him if your hands weren't being held down by the very man torturing you with delectation. You couldn't even respond, only unintelligible garble spilling past your lips.
"What? Have a fucked you dumb, sweets?"
Instead of allowing you time to recoup, Satoru gave into whatever restraint had been holding him back and lost himself in the pleasure of your warmth, thrusting with abandon. He just kept going until your moans turned into cries, the lewd and sloppy sonance of your coupling reverberating throughout the otherwise quiet room. His free hand rubbing at your clit and, too fast for your liking, sending your body straight to cloud nine.Â
Satoru let his forehead rest against yours while he rutted into your body.
The pleasure you felt so grand it had you unconsciously trying to scoot away, but Satoru was unwavering in his foraging, "Nuh-uh, come back here." he mumbled, dropping kiss after kiss to your lips.
"I-I can't. It's too much. Too bi-big!"
"You can do it, sweets. You're doing so-" He moaned, "good. You can give me one more. C'mon."
The grasp keeping your hands in place relented as his fingers extended, entwining with yours and making the experience that much more meaningful.
Your free hand went straight to his back, nails finding residence sliding down his back, a move which rewarded you with a hiss from the white haired sorcerer. Your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs helped you meet him thrust for thrust, the two of you writhing together in a frenzy.
He looked at you like you were something meant to be cherished, his lips finding yours with wordless devotion, his tongue slipping into your mouth to slide against yours decadently.
It wasn't long before your eyes were rolling back into your skull and you sensed your thighs begin to tremble once more as you fell over the edge, white heat running through your veins and stars exploding in your vision. Satoru let go once he felt your walls fluttering widely against his cock and buried himself inside with a final thrust forward, warm ropes of cum painting your insides as he traded the firm motions of his thumb with a gentle bit of contact and, finally, halting it all to a complete standstill.
He fell forward, but still made sure not to completely crush you against the bed in a sweaty and jumbled pile.
Your thighs were still quivering when Satoru slid out of you and turned the both of you around so you lied on top of him, his fingers brushing against the skin of your back soothingly.
"Holy fuck." it's all you can say at first.
"Second that."
And then you're both laughing breathlessly, because there's so much love and happiness and oxytocin laden in that moment that you just feel high on it.
"I can't believe we haven't done this before." Satoru chortled, dropping a tender kiss to your head. "How am I suppose to get anything done now?"
"Get your head out of the gutter!" You chastised half-heatedly "I need some time to recover in between sessions. Speaking of which... I'm kinda hungry right now. Is it too late for that reservation now?"
"By nearly two hours, I'd say."
"Whatever. We can just order in."
a/n: this was much harder than I thought it would be to write. How do smut writers do it regularly??
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summer collapsed into fall
summary: gojo satoru has no favourite colour. he feels no need nor interest to have one, either. pairing: gojo satoru x reader [unspecified gender] tags: slight undertones of teacher-student relationship BUT there is NO ACTUAL romance between them; can this be called pining? idk; character study like fic of our sweetest satoru *cries* he deserves sm better; fluff but with a mild serving of angst; wc 0.8k notes: fic title inspired by a quote by oscar wilde; fic inspired by this lovely post i saw on pinterest; jjk isn't mine; loosely related to 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate'; tumblr hates me using dividers hence the new fic format ^_^
satoru doesn't really have a favourite colour.
it's never quite crossed his mind. and even if it has, he has never seen it to be important enough to allow it be anything more than a passing thought, a meaningless thought---it is not like his life will be impeded should he not have a favourite colour, nor is anyone ever going to ask him what it is, so why bother?
but now, as you peer up at him expectantly, having already listed your top five favourite colours and why you love them so, satoru wishes he did bother back then.
he decides to feign confusion.
"what?"
"what what?" you shoot back, eager gaze not wavering one bit, "i just told you my favourite colours; aren't you gonna tell me yours? it's fine even if you have just one, sensei."
but is it fine if he has none?
throwing his watch a quick glance, he turns back to you. then exhales a quiet sigh, tired but the farthest from annoyed, when he sees you're still waiting for his reply... shutting the bus window beside, he turns to lean against it, shifting to face you properly.
and sighs, decidedly noisier this time, "this isn't the type of questions one asks their teacher, y'know? they are too casual, meant more for a friend than for a teacher."
"you got to be the last guy to lecture me about etiquette, sensei," you retort without missing a beat, huffing a quiet, amused laugh.
"and after the time i had to bring you to ieiri-san after you passed out from drinking a bit too much: i guess we're a bit more than a teacher and a student, aren't we, sensei?"
not really... no.
while satoru believes your first point to be a debatable topic, he does not think the two of you are anything but a teacher and a student, no matter how much help you extended to him or will in the future---it's not like he isn't grateful, though. he is; he really, really is---it's just his belief that few acts of kindness do not necessarily cause a friendship between people, and he intends to tell you this very clearly---
but finds he cannot. he simply cannot.
not when you say, still so eager but with an undercurrent so achingly soft that even the strongest wonders if he can handle its weight: "i'm not that bad a friend, y'know---you can ask others if you want; they'll tell you i'm a good friend, not the best but a decent one---"
"why don't you guess what's my favourite colour?"
rude, yes, horribly so. satoru knows, he knows this very, very well. but what can a man do but divert when he's being unsettled by words like the ones you addressed to him, by the tenor you employed for him---
although now that he observes you consider his suggestion, the man wonders if diversion was the right tactic or not.
he could have just lied and told you any random color. he could have chosen to be honest and told you he has no favourite colour like you and probably the rest of the world have.
but no, he doesn't.
satoru does not opt either of the above two painfully simple, painfully easy options. choosing instead to ask you to guess what his favourite colour is... satoru never really anticipates he'll end up being this much more unsettled, thanks to his decision of diversion:
if there was a subtext of a haunting softness in your manners before, the sorcerer reckons it is the text now, typed out in bold letters then underlined and highlighted in neon---you too shift to face him, even moving the bag kept in between to your lap and shifting a bit closer, but still a respectable distance away---only to punctuate your effort with a keen stare, much too gentle, at him.
it's scary, he thinks. yeah, undoubtedly scary. but somewhere in the back of his mind, something says it's also comforting.
many eyes look at satoru throughout the day. they gape, they gawk, they study the man and every small aspect of his person with many different kinds of reasons behind them. but before today, there has never been anyone who has regarded him with this much care, that too for a nonsensical cause like yours...
he wonders, just what are you seeing in him?
just who are you seeing in him?
"it's orange, isn't it?" you exclaim abruptly, leaning a touch forwards with a snap of your pointer and thumb. voice too loud. smile too big. eyes too bright, way too bright---
satoru takes not even one whole second to decide:
he now has one favourite colour.
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gym partners
a/n: this was a hot hot hot request! i hope you gojhoes love it as much as i do <3
pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader
cw: pining lol, pervy gojo, scheming gojo, blowjob, mentions of oral fem receiving.
wc: 4.3
He knew exactly what he was doing. Inviting you over to work out in his private home gym after hearing you complain about the facility you had been attending since graduation. Satoru Gojo wasnât subtle in the slightest, you were convinced he didnât know what that meant. Heâs been shamelessly flirting with you since your first meeting all those years ago in the classrooms of Jujutsu Tech, and it seemed graduating from school wouldnât stop him from trying to impress you out of your pants. Maybe it was because you were so nice to him, never faulting him for his arrogance or annoying tendencies. It didnât hurt that you were ridiculously beautiful, and your techniques were truly awe-inspiring. Maybe it was because despite all this, you played hard to get with him for some reason.Â
It was fate that made you both teachers at the same school you used to attend, for it gave him ample opportunity to pester you more. He overheard you telling Shoko about the athletic facilities being inadequate and the amount of male attention that you earned. He wasnât so fond of the latter statement, though he knew it to be true. You were a total smokeshow, any man would be winning the lottery to cart you around on his arm, the perfect duo of insane talent and looks. He almost thinks itâs unfair until he considers that he himself is also the same way, selfishly enough. Though ever since that day, he canât help but let his brain go wild thinking of all the ways he could make you his in his home gym, if only youâd jump on the opportunity.Â
Your relationship with Satoru wasâŠcomplex at best. You had been friends and training partners since you met in your first year at Jujutsu Tech, seemingly the only person other than Suguru Geto who could not only withstandâbut enjoyâhis presence. And then Suguru was gone, so it left you as all he had. Boy was he determined to prove it, to keep you as his person for life. He was the closest thing to a friend you had, aside from Shoko now that youâve started teaching.Â
There was definitely something more to the connection, at least you thought. Banter was seamless, working together on missions only showed the sorcerer world the best team imaginable, and he tirelessly worked to spend more time with you. You were only apprehensive because of your own massive crush on him. It may seem counterintuitive, especially if you think he could like you too, but you kept convincing yourself that it was your own brain playing tricks on you, making you see more to the story when there really wasnât. He was probably trying to be friendly with you, and as badly as you wished you could have that, you know you could never settle for it. You would always selfishly desire him in more ways, not that youâre the only one. You know every man, woman, and everyone in between or outside of those definitions did a double take anytime he walked by. Anyone whoâs anyone wanted him, and you would never be able to blame them. So you shot him down at every invitation to spend time together one on one, avoiding him anytime you knew that you would be alone.Â
So imagine your surprise when he knocks on the door of your classroom and slides inside before you can respond, just the two of you. Alone. With Satoru Gojo. You look up from your papers, your focused gaze meeting the familiar, friendly, and fiery blue gaze of the one and only strongest man alive, even with the blindfold obscuring your view of him. He grins, and you look back down at the stack of History of Jujutsu Technique assignments. He chuckles, pulling a wooden chair away from a desk and dragging it behind him as he struts to your table. The sounds of the wooden legs screech along the tile floor until you can detect his frame towering over your desk, feeling his snarky eyes burning holes into your head.Â
âMiss Y/N! Long time no talk. If I didnât know any betterââ He says, the amusement in his voice evident as he spins the chair around to straddle, leaning his lanky arms over the back. His blindfold kept the emotion in his eyes guarded, but his smile was bright whiteâand clearly teasing you. âI would think that you were avoiding your dear old pal, Satoru!âÂ
You hum in fake confusion, looking up at him with a furrowed brow. âAvoiding you? Oh no, never. Iâve just been so busy lately. All these papers, decorating the apartment, I got a cat recently and Iââ
âStarted going to the gym, a little birdie named Shoko told me. She says you hate the one you go to, though. How unfortunate.â His features are as smug as ever, and you know instantly that Shoko didnât tell him a thing. âI imagine she told me out of the kindness of her heart, for our dear friend knows that I happen to have a state of the art, top notch, extremely expensive, home gym!âÂ
You narrow your gaze up at him. You may not be able to see his eyes through the blindfold, but you knew that he could see yours. He could see everything about you, except for emotions, thankfully. âShoko did not tell you that I started working out.âÂ
âNo, she didnât!â He admits without shame, leaning forward on his propped up hand, his smile unfaltering. âI just happened to overhear, but the fact remains! I can help.âÂ
âIâŠwork out pretty early, you know our schedule, I just donât think I could impose.â You smile at him politely, shifting your weight in your seat. He was bringing you dangerously close to revealing the truth. You yearned for him so bad, he had to feel it. Knowing Satoru, you wouldnât put that past him. An invitation to come to his home every day and work out was nearly too good to pass up, yet you knew that if you jumped at the chance, you wouldnât be able to deny yourself from crossing other boundaries as well.Â
He tilts his head at your reasoning, his jaw tightening and the corners of his mouth twitching. âSo do I, like you said, Our schedule. Really, itâs no trouble! Iâm sure youâd feel safer in my home, anyway. No pervs, except for me of course.â He chuckles so boisterously that you almost think heâs genuinely joking. You start to nervously chuckle with him when he leans his chest against the chair, his face sneaking closer to yours. âIâll even get us breakfast on the way to school. Câmon, Y/NâŠthatâs an offer too good to refuse.âÂ
So you donât. You find yourself driving to Satoruâs ridiculously expensive penthouse in Tokyo on a Tuesday morning, in your best workout attire and a nervous fluttering heart. You had to admit yourself at the gate via pin, one that he bestowed upon you the other day in your classroom. The house sat atop a secluded hill, and even from the bottom of the driveway, you could see a bright light shining in these early hours of the morning. It seems that he wasnât lying, he really did work out early. To most, it may seem a bit extraneous to work out on top of training and running missions alongside being a teacher, but it was something that cleared your head in the mornings and allowed you to take some peace in your day. Though it seemed that idea was far abandoned. You park your car and stare at the expensive home. You knew the Gojo heir was loaded, but you didnât know it was to this extent. He told you to just come in when you arrived, so you did, even though the house was shrouded in darkness, you squinted to let your eyes adjust, gasping when the light is flicked on all of a sudden, revealing a shirtless and blindfold-less Satoru Gojo leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs. He was grinning, beefy arms folded across his well defined chest, all enticing your eyes to trail downward. You could only hope your eyes didnât bulge from your head or that you were openly drooling at the sight of his carved out abdomen, easily sixteen indents rippling through his midsection. You had to shift your weight, thighs rubbing together without even a word.Â
His grin grows and his eyes shine brightly, the chlorinated-pool gaze of his zeroing in on your skimpy little outfit. Your sports bra barely contained your chest, and by the way those yoga pants got sucked into your assâŠyou werenât wearing any underwear. He licked his bottom lip, pointing behind him with his thumbs. âGood morning, Y/N! Gymâs this way, Iâve been waiting for you to get started.âÂ
âGood morning Satoru.â You gulp, approaching the staircase. You keep your eyes trained on the steps, unable to look at him for too long. He stifles his chuckle as you grow closer to him, his form partially blocking your way on the steps. He likes to make you nervous, so he doesnât move out of your way. He stands his ground, humming excitedly when your bare skin brushes against his.Â
âOh Y/N~â He coos seductively, enjoying the blush that creeps up your neck and colors your ears. âRight this way. What type of workouts do you like? We can do anything! Yoga, weight training, cardio, you name it, sweet lady.â He says, the upbeat tone of his voice making you feel like he knew something that you didnât. He shows you into the room that was already well lit. Your eyes do bulge from your head this time, his home gym was the size of your entire home. He snickers at your reaction, strolling ahead of you and sitting on a bench press chair. He holds his arms out, as if telling you to behold the beauty. âWelcome to the Gojo Dojo.â He jokes.Â
You snort a little, nodding as you step into the room. âYou know this is bigger than most peopleâs houses, right?â You ask indignantly, letting your bag fall from your shoulder and into the floor as you survey all the equipment, weights, and mats Satoru had at his disposal.Â
He nods proudly. âIt canât be helped, really. I give to charities!âÂ
You giggle at his defense, shaking your head as you make your way over to a few stretching mats spread out for the two of you. He watches you of course, wondering if you were impressed by his facilities. He canât help but admire your physique as you set your water bottle down. He hadnât ever been so enamored before, not even when he really tried to be into other people just to stop thinking of you. You were perfect. Mind, body, and spirit. You really didnât need to work out at all, and he certainly hoped you werenât doing it to lose any weightâŠmy god you were absolutely deliciâ
âSatoru? Did you hear me?â You ask, waving your hand in front of his face with a soft laugh.
He shakes his head. âNo, I was fantasizing about how good you look.â He admits without shame, blinking his focus back to your looming frame in front of him. Even when he was sitting, you were only a few inches taller. He lets his eyes skirt over your frame, smirking without pause.Â
Your cheeks heat up, and youâre sure you just didnât hear him correctly. âR-right. I was thinking Iâd do some stretches,then work my core. What are you gonna do?âÂ
He wants to say something else clever to fluster you further, but he decides to take the passive route. You should be able to feel how bad he wants you at this point, his incessant attempts to get you alone, the way he nags you at work and blows your phone up with memes and reddit posts he wanted your opinion on should all be enough aside from his very obvious flirting. Anyone else would have given up, taking you for not being interested, but Satoru knew you better than anyone. He knew that if you werenât interested in him, youâd say so. You wouldnât just widen your eyes and brush him off, you must think heâs joking.
Which is why heâs wanted to get you alone for so long. If only he had some one on one time with you, then he could be as bold and vulnerable as he may need to be to win you over. That would come later, for now, he had to let you complete your workout. He nods at your agenda, thinking of the next step in his own routine.Â
âChest. Watch and weep.â He winks, and you quickly turn your back to him to go to your mat. He was too much for you, as anticipated. You could feel your body warm, and you knew he would see it if you turned around. What made you think you could make it through a workout session with Satoru when you could hardly stomach him being in your classroom with no supervision? He just chuckles at you. Maybe his affection was just a bit overwhelming for you, you couldnât discern if he was messing with you or not, and didnât want to embarrass yourself in any event. He supposes he could understand, if only you werenât so stupid. You were the only person he held on a pedestal, the fact that you couldnât understand how much you meant to him at this point was bordering on clinical insanity.Â
He stands up to put his weights on the barbell, not bothering to conceal his watching you. You could feel it, but you figured it would be more embarrassing to stop and confront him over it. So you just continue, folding in half at the hips to touch your toes. He sighs at the sight of your round ass, your poor excuse of a sports bra nearly betraying you here, your fat tits almost spilling out into the floor. He packs the 45 pound plates on, four on each side, clearing his throat loudly. He doesnât miss the way your head snaps up, shyly averting your gaze once you realize he set a trap for you.
You lay on the mat, you start with some leg raises, tilting your head back far enough to watch Satoru lay back on the bench. He hums to himself, feeling along the bar for his best grip. Once heâs satisfied, he lifts the 405 pounds without any of the effort youâd expect to see from such a heavy weight. He hardly even grunts, though you notice the sweat start to bead on his forehead as he sets into reps. Youâre not sure when your legs fall down, but you canât help but be mesmerized. The bright lights of the room make the layer of perspiration shine, his chest and abs glistening like heâd been coated in a layer of coconut oil. You bite your lip at the sight, trying to fight the naughty thoughts raiding your consciousness right now. He does eight, ten, twelve reps at that weight before he racks it again, grinning as he senses your eyes on him. He takes about thirty seconds as a little break, deciding to show off a little for you. He starts another set, maybe forcing a few grunts to elicit a soft gasp from you. Heâs sure you think he canât hear you, but he does. He even hears the shakiness of your breath, though he denies himself the simple pleasure of looking at you.Â
Youâre a mess, and itâs horrifically embarrassing. He hasnât touched you, heâs hardly looked at you, and he hasnât even done anything inherently erotic, but you can feel your slick sliding down your thighs as we speak, and your nipples are hardening under your bra, which of course doesnât conceal a thing. You watch him lift without doing any exercise yourself, embarrassed by the way he works you up without doing a thing.Â
âImpressed by this strength, little thing?â He sighs out in between reps, finally racking his weights and standing up to remove them. He smirks at you, trying to pretend like youâve been doing bicycle kicks the whole time. Youâre effortlessly seducing him, just by being here and wearing that. He feels like heâs trying so hard to get your attention. Maybe this is all for naught, he thinks, wiping his face off with the towel hanging around his neck. He hadnât even planned to work out today, mostly just wanting to be with you in every form of the word. He sighs out when you just groan out an âmhm!â in response.Â
âOkay..well.â Satoru says, his voice still pitched to be cheerful but definitely not to the same excitement you were used to hearing. It makes you pick your head up to check whatâs wrong, youâre just about to speak on it when the words die in your throat. Heâs slid out of his shorts, just standing there in his Hollister underwear, the ones with the short inseams. They make everything about him look even bigger, his broad thighs and long toned legs, and of course, his massive bulge. You nearly moan just from the sight, heâs literally walking sex and rubbing it in your face. âSince youâre noticeably not impressed or into me, Iâll.. stop embarrassing myself and go get showered. I can still take you to school if you wantâI owe you breakfast.âÂ
Your eyes widen. Heâs gorgeous, youâre sure you could wash your laundry on his stomach, the light coating of sweat covering his muscles made your mouth waterâand what did he mean about you not being impressed or into him? Has he really been flirting with you all this time, and meaning it? You sit up quickly. âSatoruâwait.âÂ
He stops, the panic in your voice makes hope bubble up in his gut again. He turns on his heels. âYes, Miss Y/n?âÂ
Now that his eyes are back on yours, you donât know how to say what you want to say. How could you possibly put into words how bad youâve wanted him for years, how youâve yearned to be more than just the passing and whimsical friendship that you have. How could you tell him that youâve desired him in your bed since the moment you met him, though how profound was that? Most people did. âIâIâmâŠwell, I just, haveâŠhad..â You fluster again, looking down at the yoga mat youâd been laying on. He folds his arms, grinning at your bashfulness. Your confession was coming, it was on the tip of your tongue, he could feel it.Â
âYouâve what, baby doll? Been tirelessly in love with me for years? Dreamed of me every single night?â He chuckles at your expense, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall just like he was when you came in.Â
So that confirms it. Thatâs exactly what he wants you to say, what he needs to hear from you. He loves you, wants you more than anything. All his elaborate schemes and shitty pick up lines have been for real, and youâve neglected them for years. You still donât know how to communicate this need, this carnal desire you have to be his woman. So you donât. You huff in embarrassment at yourself, at your inability to ever come outright and say how you feel. Itâs going to be the death of you here, the reason you lose the man of your dreams.Â
No. No, you tell yourself. If Satoru can be so bold with his declarations of desire for you, then you would return the favor. From head to toe, your body erupts into flames and your body moves on its own. You get to your feet, eyes trained on Satoruâs puzzled blues. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and shyly look away, sitting back on your knees once you stand a few inches away from him. You look up, blinking thick eyelashes up at him. Your hand reaches up for the waistband of his underwear.Â
âI dunno how to say it. So let me show you.â You offer with a shaky breath, cupping the bulge that slowly grew before your eyes.Â
It was his turn. His eyes widened in shock, though his hand found itself knitted in your hair immediately. The feeling of your soft and slender hand holding him over his underwear was only driving him crazier. He needed to have your touch, the real one. He nods, pulling your face a little closer.Â
âBy all means, darling girl. Show me.â His grin is growing closer to the devilish side. You lick your lips and nod again, tucking your dainty fingers under the waistband and tugging them down. You try to contain your excitement as his length slaps up into those gorgeously defined abs of his, but you can tell by the look on Satoruâs face that you fail. He chuckles, your eyes widening in anticipation and your thighs rubbing together like youâre trying to start a fire.Â
He was gorgeous, down to every ridge and vein decorating his perfectly arched cock. You were salivating, he was trimmed immaculately, just some short white pubes there to focus on. You sigh, feeling the heat pool between your legs at the same time you lean and reach up to grasp him. He lets a choked gasp go just from your slender fingers wrapping around his base. He has to consciously think about making himself look down at you, not wanting to miss a second of your beautiful face taking him in. You pump him slowly a few times, still taking in his massive length and the pretty bead of precum gathering at his slit.Â
âDonât tease now, god knows youâve been doing enough of that for six years now.â He groans, pushing his hips forward so that his pre was spread all along your lips. He giggles at the obscenity of it all, and the way your tongue darts out to lick it all up. Goosebumps prickle along his flesh as you bat your eyes up at him and guide his shaft into your waiting warm mouth. He gasps softly at the feeling of your wet walls swallowing him in, the shocking way you swallow him down your throat was enough to have him fighting the urge to cum down your throat already. You were the girl of his dreams, and heâs been having fantasies of you on your knees like this for years. He groans as you start to move, his back falling more flush against the doorframe.Â
You moan at his taste, willing yourself to take him all at once. The weight of him on your tongue was comforting and satisfying, and looking up at the way his face contorts in pleasure, you wonder why you did delude yourself for so long. His fingers gently scratch at your scalp, urging you further down his length, his load rapidly approaching at your gags.Â
You let go of his base, forcing him down your throat even though tears spring to your eyes from the action. You move your hands to his hips instead, deepthroating all he had to give you. âSuch a nasty girl, swallowing all this dick so good.âÂ
You moan softly at his talk, actually swallowing around him and choking just a bit. He loves it, the sounds you make and the eager way you bob up and down. âY/NâIâll cum soon if you donât stop.â He warns, though you donât take it as a warning at all. In fact, you only take it as encouragement to keep going, to make up for all the years you could have had together if only you werenât so scared. You increase your pace, not minding the ache in your jaw as his hands slide down to hold your face. His features are all worth it, his mouth parted in pleasure, eyes scrunched tight as he fucks his hips into your mouth, pubes rubbing against your chin. His load is huge like the rest of him, the hot liquid sliding down your windpipe. He leaves his dick in your mouth for a minute, still grappling with the aftershocks of his nut, realizing this wasnât a realistic fantasy of his and you were actually on your knees, sucking him dry. He grins down at you, knowing that your lives together were forever changed. Youâd have a while to sort that out, all he cared about now was returning the favor, making you feel as good as you just made him feel. His hands gently stroke your cheeks, and you slide off him with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Your eyes never left his, and he couldnât tear himself away either.Â
Your heart pounded in your ears, and you knew this meant big changes for your previously platonic relationship. âPretty girl, god Iâm so glad you did thatâŠlet me make you feel good too, please?â He asked, the whine at the end so desperate you could hardly believe Satoru Gojo was begging you to eat your pussy.Â
âIâIâm sweaty, itâs not as bad for dick..â You giggle shyly, unable to look at him and say such a thing.Â
âI have a shower. Câmon. We have time.â He wiggles his brows, stepping out of his underwear entirely. His hands pull you back to your feet, keeping his hold on you as he directs you to the shower.
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