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[midnightwriter21]

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Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.

Synopsis. In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, FWḂ! Gojo, slight Sukuna x reader, rough VERY jealous séx, Satoru goes feraI omg, unprotected, FWḂ-to-lovers, thígh riding, fíngering, creampíe, overstím, spítting, implied thréesome, he’s a bit mean and possessive, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. Heheh, hoping y’all have a lovely week coming up <3

“-n’ there’s this really great café downtown with those cupcakes you like-”

“Toru.”

“-I’ll get ya some for that kick you need after a lecture with Yaga. Speaking of Yaga-”

“Toru-”

“-he’s the one in need of a kick. I swear, that man gave me a B on my presentation just because I caught him in the middle of his interpretive dance routine-”

“Satoru!”

At this, Satoru pauses in the middle of buckling up his jeans to throw a grave nod your way. “I know, right?” Promptly sauntering over to pick up his t-shirt from where it had been thrown onto your bedroom floor, “It gave me nightmares for a few days, too. Which is why we should go to that café tomorrow and then…”

You roll your eyes - partially out of frustration, partially out of necessity to rip your stare away from those sculpted shoulders on display. Decorated in angry, red scratches running down, down, down. Somehow, you manage to grit out, “Satoru I have a uh- date.”

And ah, was it a sight to behold - because, perhaps for the first time in the twenty-something years that Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc on this planet, he’s stunned into silence. 

Still very groggy from sleep, still very sinfully shirtless standing at the foot of your bed. His kiss-bitten lips fall slack as you plow on, “And it’s just- I can’t make it tomorrow night because he invited me to his party.” 

Party? This was the first time you canceled one of your…appointments with your friend-with-benefits - and it was for some party? Satoru could do parties, too - much better ones than this loser, he’s sure. Ones that would actually warrant you bailing on him.

Shaking away the strange thoughts ringing in his mind, he spits, “Who?” Just about all he could get out now. 

Whoever he was - it was true about the parties. Why would you want to waste any time going to something like that when Satoru was the one known for them on campus. Him and Suku-

“It’s Sukuna.”

“Oh.”

---

It was stupid - it was ridiculous. And you don’t know why Sukuna ever agreed to this scheme, but here you were, glued to his side like his favorite lil’ plaything for the night. 

“What?” you shout for the nth time tonight, scooting closer on the couch. And you see his lips move, yet, to your frustration - despite being seated so flush against you - no sound comes out of them. 

Whatever they say about Sukuna and Satoru’s parties were true - and then some. Because right now, it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, let alone whatever Sukuna was talking about. Heaving out a sigh, you get ready to give up and suggest joining the thrumming dance floor - before, a large, soft hand glides down to your waist. 

Fingers digging into the plush of your hips as Sukuna yanks you easily to plop down onto his waiting lap. Thighs strong and steady underneath yours, meeting your surprised gaze with his smug one, “This better?”

His hot breath fans the shell of your ear, sending traitorous shivers running along your spine - all the way down to where Sukuna was resting hand right above where your tight dress was hiking up. 

Involuntarily, you find yourself nodding along, “Y-yeah. Much better.”

“Good.”

Fuck, you could feel each and every rumble of his broad chest against yours as he continues the conversation like nothing happened. The faint tap! tap! tap! of Sukuna’s fingers drumming on your squirming hips to the beat of the pounding music. 

And it’s really hard to forget where you are, yet it hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact - when his dark eyes widen at something over your shoulders. The steady beat of his fingers halting abruptly, “Oh?”

You knew what that look meant - knew who it meant. Because, really, there was only ever one person that could command as much attention in such a hazy, packed campus party.

Dipping your head, you hastily ask, “Is he looking over at us?”

To which Sukuna finally tears his gaze away, amusement and something else so dark swirling behind his gaze when he grabs the back of your throat. Whispering against the skin, “More than looking, pretty. Satoru’s planning my funeral and dancing on my grave already.” Moving up, voice dropping to a low, low whisper, “All according to plan, of course. N’ I think…” You jolt as he bites down on your earlobe, hard. “-that we should give him a lil’ show, hm?”

You bite back a soft moan, palms smoothing over Sukuna’s pecs to steady yourself. “And just what did you have in mind?”

“A little bit of this.” he grins, eyes flickering over behind you. “A little bit of that. And some of-” Sukuna chuckles at the way you’re so responsive underneath his touch, bucking when he gives your ass a tight squeeze. Tracing right up, up, up the middle of your spine, “-this.” Lips just inches away from yours now, close. “And you get him as a new boyfriend, and I get killed for taking what I can’t have.”

You feel something soft - fleeting. 

And then immediately Sukuna’s pulling away, those lips that were just barely one yours curling up into such a sly smirk, “Yo, Satoru.”

You stiffen at the name - and the burning hole being stared into your back right now - whipping your head around to be met face-to-face with a towering Satoru. Brows furrowed, biceps rippling when he crosses his arms, lips drawn tight as he hisses through his teeth, “Seems the two of you are having a lot of fun.”

Oh, were you thankful for Sukuna’s sharp mouth right about now. Because while you’re still sitting there with your mouth stupidly agape, he muses, “Mhm, a lot of fun.” Thumbing your face back towards him, “Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Fuck, those were fighting words, ones that had Satoru looming closer - practically sandwiching you between the two men.

“I’m sure she can speak for herself.” he snaps back, slender fingers circling your wrist. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I dunno, Toru.” And, well, maybe you were an idiot. Maybe you were a mastermind, because you only bat your lashes up at Satoru so deceivingly innocently. “Kuna here-” relishing in the way he flinches at the nickname, “-was jus’ telling me how great of a boyfriend he’d be. Right?”

The other man nods, “Since this pretty lil’ thing is single, thought I might as well take a shot.”

“Please.” Satoru was pulling you closer against him now, irritated huffs prickling waves of goosebumps across your skin. Words venomous, “Some boyfriend he’d be. I’m sure he’d do nothing other than give you weak dick and bore you to death.”

Sukuna scoffs, “Right, because yours is so much better?”

“You really think you have what it takes to satisfy this lil’ minx?”

Both men were gritting their teeth, trapping you between them. People were starting to stare now - some even pulling their phones out to start recording in case of a fight. And before the argument could escalate until that point, you catch Sukuna’s eye. Cutting off whatever next retort was on the tip of his tongue with a short, subtle shake of your head. 

“Well then…” he instead purrs, grinning as if he was in on some inside joke between the two of you - on purpose, of course, just to watch Satoru’s eyes grow harder. “Guess if I’m ‘boring her to death’ then you-” Sukuna gives you a little push, nudging you towards Satoru’s chest. “-can teach her all about fun.”

Before you can react, two strong arms are looping your waist, helping you stand up - and pulling you clean off of Sukuna’s lap. 

You’re hit with Satoru’s expensive, heady cologne - and his chest against your back, rock-hard, chest thumping wildly. You blink up at that uncharacteristically clenched jaw, “Toru?”

Now, you’ve seen him moody, you’ve seen him irritated - but never to this extent. Positively fuming, teeth grit, jolting at the mere sound of your voice as if his whole body was hit with a wave of electricity. Like some hidden, primal part of himself was being poked so dangerously awake when you softly intertwine your fingers with his. All gentle against his almost bruising hold, you question, “Are you alri-”

You don’t get to finish the question, because all it takes is another slow, leering grin flashed at you from Sukuna before Satoru mutters, gravelly. “Excuse us, then. I must have a talk with my woman.”

Starting to walk in long, fast strides upstairs - with you all stumbling and trying to keep up behind him. 

Urgent. Dangerous.

“Extra room’s unlocked, you two!” you hear Sukuna call out after the both of you. And the last sight you see of him is when he mouths a silent “You’re welcome.”. One hand flashing you a thumbs up, the other adjusting the crotch of his pants. “Have fun.”

Satoru only clicks his tongue, moving very purposefully towards where Sukuna’s bedroom was instead.

“Woah- Toru, slow down.” you yelp, out of breath at his ruthless pace. But of course, since this is Satoru, he won’t have it any way other than stopping immediately in his tracks. Turning briefly around to you - only to wrap two arms around your waist, throwing you so easily over his shoulder like some ragdoll. Large palms tugging down the hem of your ass as he continues walking. “Y-you’re so-”

So what? Mean? Jealous? Playing right into your hands?

You don’t even know - nor do you really care, because Satoru finally reaches his destination.

“Fuck- here.” he spits.

Slam!

The door is flung open so hard it almost rattles off its hinges - and you aren’t faring any better. Because no sooner has Satoru stepped inside, he’s throwing you onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. 

The mattress dips as he slowly makes his way up to you, your legs quiver at how much he just looked like a man starved - eyes half-lidded and crazed, hair ruffled. Having finally found a full meal in years. Darkly eyeing down the way you’re splayed out like such a slut on the mattress, dress hiking up with each bounce at the sheer force of his throw. 

“So-” Satoru’s fingers reach out to lazily unbuckle the straps of your heels. Lingering much more than necessary. “-got anything to say?”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a delighted grin while his hands dance up your thigh to fiddle with that garter you knew he’d love. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Cocking your head in faux-confusion, “Hmm, like what?���

“Oh I dunno.” Satoru muses, saccharine sweet. And oh you could tell by his tone that he didn’t like that - didn’t want to like it. Running his fingers feather-light all the way down your legs to fling that useless garter onto the floor. “How about a ‘oh I’m so sorry, Toru, for bailing on you and acting like such a slut with the biggest asshole on campus jus’ to rile you up.’” 

You bristle at his mockingly high tone, oh yeah, your plan worked - hell, maybe too well. 

Teeth clenched, you hiss, “Well what are you gonna do about it, Toru?” Jutting your chin in defiance, “You’re not even my boyfriend. Maybe he jus’ fucks me better than you.”

“Say that again.”

Fuck, it takes you a second to even recognise his voice as your familiar friend-with-benefits. So jagged and raw. 

And yet, you’re still running your mouth - so close to his. Too close. “Maybe he jus’ fucks me be-”

Now, usually you were the one that’d shut up Satoru mid-sentence - this time, however, he’s the one crashing his lips against yours. Swallowing the rest of that sentence in such a messy clash of teeth, and spit, and desperation. 

Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, “Say it again, sweetheart.”

Oh, you knew you shouldn’t. Not one bit. But you do it anyway, letting out a muffled, “He f-”

And again. And again and again and-

Each and every time Satoru’s kissing away your mean little words, a large hang coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. “Open.” he hisses against your mouth, so angry. 

It’s as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lil’ opening for Satoru to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Satoru’s iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.

Because shit, let it be known that Gojo Satoru has perfect aim - except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of your mouth, gliding his thumb to smear it all over your lips.

“How cute.” Satoru coos, eyes hooded. He gives your pouty mouth a final, chaste peck, sucking softly on your bottom lip. Chuckling, “Makin’ me almost forget you were locking lips with some other bitch earlier.”

And Satoru has the audacity to laugh - laugh - hoarse, and humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat, “Yer right, though, m’not your boyfriend.” He leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through his long lashes, “But that doesn’t make you any less mine.”

Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes him is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on his lap. Your legs trembling around his thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy. 

“Since ya like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-” Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist - tight. “-let’s see how you like mine.”

“What- oh ngh- fuck-” you’re gasping when he just starts dragging your sloppy hips down his thigh. Long, harsh movements that don’t even ease you into it. 

“Shit.” Satoru groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into his skin already. He’s angling his head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. “This damn thing is-” Pulling - tearing. “-in the way.”

You’re gasping when Satoru pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around his finger like a badge of honor. “You’re- ngh- buying me a new one.”

“Oh, anything for you.” he’s grazing his teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on his thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- “Or is that what you wanted me to say?”

And shit Satoru is so mean with the way he gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips. “Why don’t you ask that new boytoy of yours to buy you some, huh?” 

“B-but-”

“B-b-but-” he mocks, bouncing his knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down his long thighs faster. Puffy folds spreading so shamefully open - so shamefully good. “You were so happy being such a slut for him before, right?” Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made his cock twitch wildly. “So why are you here? With me?”

You’re stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Satoru didn’t like that. Almost as much as he didn’t like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard.

“Oh? Playing shy now?” Smack! “What happened to the slut from earlier, huh?” Bouncing his knee faster. The pads of his long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for him to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump him like a bitch in heat. “Tha’s alright, pretty. I get it.” 

And Satoru - mean, mean Satoru - waits until your features soften in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to bring her out.”

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl, nails digging into Satoru’s shoulders when he starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. “S’too- good- oh my god-”

“‘Toru’ works jus’ fine, sweetheart.” 

But oh for how confident Satoru was talking you into insanity, he can’t help but gape in wonder down below him, awe-struck with how sloppy you were. He could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down his palm, that glossy sheen on his thigh. “You’re so dripping wet, pretty. Who’re you this wet for? Me or-” Satoru’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, turning your head to the adjacent wall, where Sukuna had a framed photograph of himself - because of course he did. “-him?”

Fuck, Satoru can’t even be mad at the way he feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. His pretty girl, getting off on just his thigh.

Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier. So, so filthily all the way from around his knee just till where you could feel the curve of his massive erection. 

He doesn’t even have to move your hips for you anymore - you’re moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes him smirk, “Heh, such a slutty lil’ thing aren’t ya? Gettin’ off on my thigh?” Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, “N’ who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

It’s all you can do to manage out a whimpering “Y-you.”

But, of course, that wasn’t enough. And Satoru’s only quirking his fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. “Yeah tha’s more like it. Louder now - who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

“You-”

“N’ who got you this fucking wet?”

You cry out when Satoru angles his leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down his thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of his pants. Ruthless.

“F-fuck you, Toru!”

“Mhmmm, thought so.” His hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs burning lightly now - faster -  fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. “Cuz you’re mine aren’t ya?”

You cum so hard - violent, even - that you don’t realize when you are. Just that you’re letting out a broken sob of Satoru’s name while he toys so relentlessly with your clit through your high.

Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that you’re almost tearing apart his button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoru’s thigh. And, fuck, you’ve never felt so much like such a slut than when you look down to catch the glossy coating all over it. 

One that Satoru swipes thumb at - pooling the syrupy slick on his fingerpad before bringing up to his pretty pink lips and-

Pop! 

“Mmm.” He groans, muffled. “Fuck, you’re so sweet - could taste you forever.” Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste, “Almost makes me forget that you didn’t answer my last question.”

And you don’t know what you’re reeling more from - the way that Satoru throws you around so easily, pushing you back until you’re splayed out against the plush mattress, shaky legs on his shoulders, arms around his neck. Or from the realization that shit, you’d been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer his question. 

“I- I didn’t hear.” you make up an excuse, heels digging into the muscles of Satoru’s shoulders now. “I’m yours, Tor-”

“Now now, don’t try that with me, sweetheart.” Satoru cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside his neck while he pulls off your dress and bra. You didn’t need those, anyway. “Guess I just hafta prove it to ya, right?”

And fuck was he well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s peeling down his drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too. 

Satoru hisses when his painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were his. 

“Ya like what you see?” he notices your fixed stare at his cock. Greedily following the precum beading at his fat, red head, making its way between Satoru’s prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- “Hey there.” You’re startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers being snapped in your face, “As flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part.”

And fuck you could see why it was.

Because it felt so sinful to watch with bated breath at the way Satoru fists his swollen cock, gliding his weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over him. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing. 

“P-please, Toru-” you whine around the fifth time he’s “accidentally” nudging at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more- “Enough teasing, jus’ wan’ you ngh- inside me.”

To Satoru, no sweeter words have been spoken. But he still manages to curl his lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self. “Funny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, you’re pussy’s trynna suck me up - who couldn’t wait to bail on me tonight for some other hah- jerk.” He presses his thick tip down on your clit, on purpose. “Would’ve fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, y’know? What a shame.” 

You can only watch when he draws his hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole. “What a shame m’gonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like. 

“Oh- oh fuck, Toru-” you keen, back arching off the bed at the stretch. Satoru’s girth was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feel was the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing cock pushing between your legs. “God, s’too big-”

“No no no, you don’t get to say that.” Satoru spits into your open mouth, hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully himself deeper. “You don’t get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yourself.” His words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and faster as his hips do, “Not when you decided t-to act like a lil’ slut hah- n’ guess what?”

Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you weren’t sure. All you know is that you’re mewling up tearily at such a feral Satoru, “W-what?”

To which he only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. Dangerously still. “N’ that means m’gonna fuck you like one.”

Before you can even react, he’s pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long. 

“Oh- fuck I can’t take it- all-” you cry helplessly as he keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of his cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while he keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not daring to even slow down. Not until Satoru’s well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against his thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass. 

“See? Knew you could take it, you always do.”

And then he’s moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. Satoru was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the mattress. 

Hands keeping your hips still to let him ram his entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over and-

“Still don’t think you’re not- fuck- mine, sweetheart?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around his cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust, “Because this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are.”

You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, “I-I am yours, Toru- ngh-”

But he only brings his ear closer, “What was th-that? Didn’t hah- hear you-” Hands pushing apart your legs until they burned at the stretch. Until you were so shamefully on display for him, “You hah- need more convincing? Oh, I see.”

“I don’t! Oh- T-ngh”

It’s all you can do to let out teary, broken moans when Satoru rolls his hips harder. So carefully practiced with the way he locates your sweet spot easily. 

“Yeah? You hah- like that?” he groans, words punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. All hitting the bulls-eye each and every time. “Like me f-fuckin’ you like you’re mine?”

At this point, you’re scrambling at the damp sheets, the headrest, Satoru’s shoulders - just anything and everything to hold onto whatever’s left of your sanity - which seemed to be slipping away with each press of Satoru’s head against your g-spot. 

But it still wasn’t enough.

Languidly, he brings a hand over to pinch your ravaged clit between two fingers. Having you whine so prettily with each roll of his fingertips. “Answer the question, pretty.”

“Yes!” you gasp, feet kicking at the sheer overstimulation. “I love it- ngh shit shit shit- I love it, Toru- love it so much.”

Shit, you might’ve just broken him.

Because while you may have thought that this answer would calm your Satoru down a bit - it only made him snap. Eyes widening, hips stuttering, swollen lips falling into such a fucked-out oh! - he looked like an absolute wreck.

Letting out a low, throaty groan of, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna be the ngh- death of me.” With this, he’s pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs that match his merciless cadence. “Wish they could fuck- see you like this.” Ramming inside you harder - meaner. Giving your clit a light smack! before he starts playing with it once more. “I’d ah- fuck you in front of all those losers that think they have a chance just to show off how good you are f’me. Because you’re fuck fuck fuck- my good girl, right?”

You nod as much as you can, head just spinning with each brush of Satoru’s dick against your sensitive spots. Fingers twirling at your clit just as dizzyingly. Letting your slick glisten all over his wrist - his painfully squeezing balls - all the way up to his abs with how hard he was fucking into your tight pussy.

The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up Satoru’s aching cock like that. 

“No one ngh- can fuck you like this.” Satoru sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, like it pained him to keep talking, but he couldn’t stop anyway. “No one.” Milking you harder and harder like he was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. “Cuz m’yours.”

And he repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on his swollen cock. Plushy walls squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.

Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, “N’ you’re mine.” You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and Satoru’s voice. Like a mantra, “You’re mine- you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine- fuck you’re mine.”

Not straying too far behind, Satoru cums and he thinks he sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel. 

So sweetly whining into his ear when he’s painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy.

Blinking back his vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of his hips. 

“Wan’ go again-” Satoru groans. Only fucking his seed deeper and deeper and oh- he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t think he could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. “F-fuck I needa go again. Swee-”

SLAM!

“Woah, seems the two of you are having a looota fun.”

Still not pulling out, both you and Satoru scramble to cover yourselves up with Sukuna’s now-soaked sheets. Well, mainly cover you up, for Satoru had no shame in staring the other man down. Scoffing out, “The fuck are you fuck- don’ squeeze me so hard, pretty- the fuck are you here for?”

“It’s my room, n’ I had a feeling you’d be here.” Sukuna lets the door shut so agonizingly slow, flashing the two of you a lazy, devilish grin. “Besides - this is my date, after all.”

A/N. Plagiarism of work not authorized.

[augustinewrites]

as you’ve grown older, you’ve discovered that coming home to an empty apartment in the middle of the day is the adult equivalent of waking up on christmas morning. it’s an especially rare occurrence, especially for a saturday, but you’d just dropped megumi at the library, tsumiki at a friends, and gojo was still bothering principal yaga at the school. 

sighing, you can’t help the grin that breaks out on your face as you set your bag down. you have the apartment to yourself. it’s clean and quiet and you have almost two whole hours to do whatever you want. 

the first thing you do is make yourself a cup of tea, humming to yourself as you carry the steaming mug into the living room. then you curl up into the corner of the sectional, enjoying the cool breeze of the open window and the warm summer sun. 

then, after glancing around and ensuring that you’re truly alone, you reach under the couch and pull out your novel. 

shoko had loaned it to you months ago, claiming that it would help ‘grease the wheels’ during satoru’s frequent absences. 

you hadn’t really understood what she meant until you’d gotten to the sixth chapter– a chapter so steamy you’d felt yourself get a little hot under the collar while reading it.

which is why you keep it hidden and only bring it out when you’re alone. 

it’s been weeks since you’d last picked it up, opening the novel up to the bookmarked page with excitement buzzing in your veins at the prospect of finally finishing it. you only had one chapter left!

‘the warm buzz of desire in her limbs intensifies as he kisses every exposed inch of her throat. she pulls him closer, feeling his hands searching for the seam of her dress for a zipper, a button, anything to undo so he can feel her skin on his. his lips find the spot behind her ear that makes her shudder, sucking lightly and eliciting a soft moan from her lips–’

“what are you reading?”

you flinch, snapping the book shut as satoru leans over your shoulder. you hadn’t even noticed he’d come home, a mixture of fear and embarrassment swimming in your gut as he plucks the book from your grasp.

he peers at the cover, obviously amused when he says,

“were you…romanceturbating?” 

“i was not,” you argue, but your entire face is hot and your heart is beating so fast that you fear it may bust through your ribcage.

“you totally were!” he laughs, holding it above his head so you can’t grab it. “does it take place in a shire?”

“no–”

“is there a lot of sexy bodice ripping and armour shucking?”

you cross your arms over your chest with a huff. “do all of your fantasies take place in medieval england?”

“we’re not talking about me,” he waves off. “we’re talking about you, and what you’re doing reading this trash when you have the real deal right in front of you. i can be a much better sexy–” he points at the cover, “–uh, construction worker?”

“he’s a handyman, and i doubt that,” you scoff, snatching your book back. 

so much for your quiet afternoon.

_____

that weekend, you awaken to very loud, very annoying banging coming from the kitchen. satoru’s no longer in bed, so you assume that he’s attempting to make breakfast and head out before he can burn the entire apartment complex down.

“you’re lucky the kids are at sleepovers right now,” you say loudly as you step out of the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. “or you’d be getting screamed at–”

your breath catches when your boyfriend sits up, using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow and allowing you a peek at his toned abdomen.

“morning, baby.” 

“morning,” you reply, clearing your throat as you step over his legs to grab some tea. suddenly, you can’t recall what you’d intended to reprimand him for.

“actually, can you hold this up for me?” he asks suddenly, catching your wrist and pressing a flashlight into your palm. “i need a little light.”

you take it obediently, kneeling down to shine the light into the space under the sink. you try your hardest to keep your gaze focused on the pipes, and not the way his biceps flex with every movement. or the way the thin sheen of sweat makes his skin shine.

“i didn’t even know you owned tools,” you mutter.

“i borrowed them from nanami,” he tells you.

“oh.” 

you have no idea what the hell he’s doing - you didn’t even know the sink was broken - but you can’t really find it in yourself to care at the moment. not with the way your squeeze your legs together with his every grunt of effort.

“that should do it,” he hums, sitting up so he’s now face to face with you, playful blue eyes meeting yours as he smiles. “thanks for–”

he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not when you grab the collar of his stupid tank top, pulling him in to press your lips over his. 

not when he wraps an arm around your waist, flipping you both over so your back is on the floor, his body caged over yours as he deepens the kiss. 

this is much better than shoko’s stupid novel.

“i think–” he pants between kisses, letting you work his shirt off. 

“shut up,” you mumble, feeling him toy with the hem of your shorts.

“but we need to call a plumber,” he says, lips brushing that spot behind your ear. “because i definitely broke the sink…”

[nanaslutt]

hello, i hope youre good !

may you please write one day about y/n sending hot pics for satoru ?

sorry if I spoke something wrong, english isnt my first language :] take ur time and have a good day ! 💞

Your english is perfect ml, please enjoy! <3

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, sending nudes, phone sex, mutual masturbation, he talks you through it, praise, DIRTY TALK

MDNI

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"I don't know Shoko.. I've never sent him anything like this before." You groaned into your pillow, your voice through the phone coming out muffled on her end. "But you want to right?" She pushed, making you raise your head up from the sheets and sigh, "I doooo." You huffed out begrudgingly. "Great! Problem solved, the pictures you sent me were hot, but not too revealing, so you can send him something like that for starters." She replied, making you blush at her compliment.

You had recently bought a new set when you went out with Shoko for a girl's day. You had practically ripped the bag in half when you got home so you could get it on your body faster. Once you had on the garment you were posing left and right, making sure to take some sensual pictures for yourself later. Your boyfriend; Satoru; had texted you in the midst of your shenanigans, telling you how he was on his lunch break, making an idea pop into your head.

You wanted to show your man how good you looked, but thinking about sending Satoru; or anyone for that matter; nudes? That made you a little nervous. You quickly dialed up Shoko, she always knew just what to say, she was your hypewoman after all. After a quick convo she had successsfully pushed you in the direction you truly wanted; that being sending your boyfriend risque pictures while he was at work.

"Let me know how it goes, see ya." Shoko's voice echoed through the phone speaker before the tone indicating the call had ended rang through the room. You took a deep breath and rotated yourself on your bed, flopping your back against the pillows, still dressed in the pretty set, while you scrolled through the pictures you had taken-- trying to pick your favorites.

You settled on three for starters, it was an easy pick, only taking you a couple minutes to assess the best ones for Satoru. The first one you were on your side, body laid across the floor sensually as your arm rested on your hip, giving the viewer's eyes full access to your body. In the second picture, you were on your knees, you had placed your phone on the ground and set it to a timer so you could lean forward, making your thighs crease at the top, as you used to squeeze your breasts together.

The last photo was your favorite. You were sat on the floor, your legs folded and spread, the sheerness of the panties leaving little to the imagination in the lighting, while your hand once again rested against your tit, pushing and groping it in your hand while the other took a picture in the mirror, your phone covering most of you face save for a sliver of a smile that peeked out the side of the phone.

Your heart was racing, you knew Satoru would like the pictures, and you're pretty sure he would find you attractive in a trash bag, but you digressed, opening the chat to your lover.

Satoru <3: finally on lunch, yaga brought donuts today!

The picture attached was of the white-haired man laying back in his chair as he held his shirt up over his stomach to reveal his somehow still toned, but bloated tummy, an empty donut box in the background. Something told you that the donuts might've been for the kids, but Yaga should've known that bringing sweets around Satoru without anything for him was a recipe for disaster.

You laughed to yourself as you shook your head before responding. The two of you bantered back and forth about the subject for a while before he asked you what you were up to right now, which gave you the perfect excuse to send him the pictures. After sending an ominous 'you wanna see?' text, you clicked on the three gold medal winning pictures and sent them his way. You bit your lip between your teeth as you watched the blue bar at the top of the screen slowly slide across it, indicating it was sending.

Seconds before the pictures had been successfully sent, Satoru had started typing back his own response, which made you nervous because it meant he was in the chat and would see the photos sooner. Which is what you wanted, yes, but it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking.

When the little ‘delivered’ popped up underneath your pictures, quickly followed by a ‘read’ you held your breath. The three dots that indicated his typing stopped, then started, then stopped again. Uncertainty filled your body, did he not like the pictures? Was he mad you sent them while he was working?

You were snapped out of your stupor when your phone started vibrating in your hand, Satoru’s contact picture and name lighting up the phone as it rang. You quickly answered his call, readying yourself to apologize for being out of line, but before you could do so you heard a loud drawn out groan resonate from the speaker.

“You’re such a tease.” He pouted on the other side of the line, “I only have 5 minutes left on my lunch break and you just made me so fucking hard.” He groaned, making you sigh in relief as you registered his words. “I’m sorry Satoru, I felt pretty and wanted you to see,” you faux apologized, biting your lip as you looked around your room.

“And you do look so fucking pretty baby, that’s the problem.” He sighed, spinning himself around in his chair while he stared down at his erect cock that was tenting up his pants. He looked over at the large clock on his wall, which he mainly used for decoration, before sighing into the receiver. "Thank you, Satoru," You blushed. "I was going to send them when you texted me that you were on your lunch but our conversation wasn't really.. in that mood" You explained.

You heard his signature laugh from the other end, "Baby, I don't care if I just told you the school got attacked by a hoard of curses, if you have sexy pictures to show me you better not keep them from me." You rolled your eyes, you both knew he was exaggerating and you would never do such a thing, but his words made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside still. "Sorry Satoru, is it too late to tell you that I took more than the ones I sent you?" You giggled, biting your lip when you heard him groan in response.

"Fuckk, please send me those pictures baby~" He wined, reaching over to his wireless headphones as he popped onto into his ear so he could still hear you while he oggled your pictures, he wouldn't want anyone to hear this conversation after all. You were one step ahead of them, the delivered notification once again popped up on your screen as you sent him three more pictures, all more risque than the last.

In one your back was arched in the mirror, showing off the pretty decoration on the back of the panties. Another, you completely abandoned the bra of the set, leaving the panties on as you covered your nipples with your fingers, and one of the same vein of you holding the phone over your body while you lay on the bed, your arm squishing your tits in the bra together while it cupped over your panty-less cunt.

"Oh you're trying to kill me, look at that fucking arch." He groaned, covering his mouth with his hand as he took in the photos. "Baby you look so cute in that last one." He complimented, making you blush and giggle as you whispered out your thanks to him. He looked over to the clock once more, it was a couple minutes over the time he was supposed to be back and teaching the kids, but he figured if he was already late, what was a couple more minutes?

"Answer that," Satoru instructed, referring to the FaceTime request that popped up on your phone from him. You accepted it quickly, pulling your phone from your ear as you slid the green button over, smiling fondly when his flushed face popped into view. "You're so handsome, Satoru." You complimented, feeling your stomach start to tie itself in knots with how debauched he looked from just looking at the pictures you sent him, he was so clearly aroused.

"Oh shit, you still have it on?" He said, biting his lip as he set his phone down on the desk in front of him, giving you a full veiw of his body as he leaned back once more and startaed rubbing himself over his slacks. "Satoru what are you doing?" You asked with a laugh, surely it had been longer than five minutes now, he needed to get back to teaching. "Shh baby, they wont miss me for a couple more minutes ill make it quick." You imediately picked up on what he was insinuating.

"Look at how hard I am baby, I can't go out there looking like this." He wined, tipping his head to the side against his chair as he looked at you with a pout. "You're gonna take care of me too right?" You asked, giggling before you set up your own phone on your bed, using some pillows to stabilize it. The white-haired man scoffed before he started unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, "Can't believe you just asked me that." He said, semi-faux offense plastering itself on his face, "Was there ever a time I've left you unsatisfied?" He asked, slapping his cock against his free hand when it was finally unobstructed from his too-tight pants.

You sat back on your heels and started massaging your tits in your hands, making the warmth in your stomach grow as you pretended to think, looking around the room as you hummed. "Oh, so you already forgot how I made you cum in under a minute before work yesterday morning?" He said confidently, beginning to stroke himself as he watched you push your covered tits together. "I barely have to touch you and you're a squirming mess, dont play with me." He huffed out a laugh, bringing his other hand down to massage his balls in his hand, really giving you a show.

"But you're not here right now, Satoru." You retorted, sliding one of your hands down your body slowly, making your way down to your cunt. "Maybe not, but just my words are making you all wet, huh?" He asked knowingly, pulling his lip between his teeth as he watched you tease yourself. You nodded, making him coo at you as you finally made it to your cunt as you started to rub small circles over your clit.

"Get comfortable for me baby, keep the set on." He instructed. You lay back against the pillows and spread your legs. The crotch of the panties had a little patch over your entrance that he couldn't see through, but every other part of the fabric was almost completely sheer, except for the fact that your wetness was seeping through them little by little and making them see through the more you teased yourself.

"Play with your nipples while you rub yourself baby." He groaned, trying to keep his voice relatively quiet as he was in his office. "This is so dirty." You giggled, following his instructions. You rubbed small circles against your panty-clad clit while you pinched your nipple through the fabric of the unpadded bra.

The two of you have tried many things sexually throughout the entirety of your relationship together, but somehow, have never thought of getting off together over the phone. When Satoru was gone on missions the two of you would send dirty messages back and forth, saying how bad you missed each other, but nothing to this extent. This was opening a whole new world for the both of you, and it would be something you would definitely do again.

"Good fucking girl. Goddd, what I wouldn't give to bend you over right now and fuck you into the bed." He groaned, his strokes picking up pace while he watched your body jerk and twitch under your ministrations. "Yeah?" You encouraged, rubbing yourself faster and harder as your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for him to fill you up.

"Yes baby, want you to fuck yourself back on my cock too, wanna watch your little pussy swallow up my dick." He continued, rambling as the wet strokes on his dick emanated louder through the room. "Pull your panties aside and touch yourself, gotta see your pretty pussy." He grit through his teeth, as he tried to keep his eyes from rolling back in his had. You did as told, pulling the fabric aside you exposed your twitching clit and pulsing hole, a string of your arousal that connected to the panties failed to excape his eyes, making Satoru's cock twitch.

"Touch yourself, baby, pretend it's me touching you." He groaned, letting his jaw drop as he watched your fingers come in contact with the little bud, beginning to rub quick circles against it, just like he always does. "L-like this Toru?" You asked, needing him to praise you right now. "Just like that baby, doing so good for me, so fucking perfect." He groaned, shaking his head back and forth as he watched your smaller fingers work yourself through your orgasm.

"Shit, wanna feel your cunt squeezing me so bad, can see her twitching." He whined, making you blush in embarrassment at how exposed you were. Satoru's leg started bouncing against the floor at how fast he was working himself up. "P-please, fuck me Toru', fuck me-" You whimpered, getting lost in the sensation as you tipped your head back against the pillows and dropped your other hand down to the opening of your pussy, slowly sliding them inside your walls and starting up a blissful pace as you curled them up towards your sweet spot.

"Yes fuck your pussy for me, baby, yesyesyes." The man rambled, his back beginning to arch off the chair with how close he was. The squelching emitting from your cunt was going to send him over the edge, he so desperately wanted to pull your inadequate fingers out and lick them clean before he replaced them with his own. "Faster baby, cmon, get yourself there." He begged, slowing his strokes against his cock to let you get closer to your orgasm so the two of you could cum together. "I-I'm fuck S-satoru- Right there- right there-" You moaned, losing yourself in your fantasy as you fucked your fingers harder and deeper into yourself.

"Yeah? Right there? You like when I fuck you right there?" He slurred, clenching his teeth together as he picked up his pace once more, beginning to fuck his hips up into his hand. "Yes Toru- G-gonna- gonna cum-" You wined, your voice raising in pitch as you dropped your chin down to the screen in front of you, watching the show he was so kindly putting on for you as the sight pushed you over the edge.

"M-me too- Gonna fill you up cutie- fucking- take it-" Satoru groaned, hot ropes of cum spurting from his dick as his torso curled in slightly, his abs clenching and body jerking with the force of his orgasm. He watched intently as you snapped your legs shut around your hand, he saw the muscles in your forearm moving, praising you for working yourself through it as wave after wave of your high crashed over you. "Good girl, good fucking girl." He praised, slowing his strokes on his cock as he worked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"S-shit" Your body relaxed against the sheets once more, your legs staying shut as you relished in the friction your closed thighs brought to your cunt as you came down from your orgasm. You heard your boyfriend giggle, dropping your knees down to the side you looked down at the screen and noticed that he was wiping his cock clean and tucking himself back into his pants. "Whew, 3 minutes, and I didn't even touch you." He praised himself, making you laugh and roll your eyes at him as you sat up to grab your phone in your hand and lay it against the side of the bed with you as you laid down.

"You could say the same for me too you know." you retorted, making him smirk. "Yeah, you could, made me make a huge fucking mess." He giggled, staring at you lovingly through the phone. "You look beautiful." He said, making hearts practically form in your eyes as you thanked him. "Clean yourself up before you fall asleep, I'll be home soon, okay?" He said, raising his eyebrows at you as he waited for your answer before he ended the call.

"Okay Satoru, hurry please." You added the two of you said your goodbyes, he blew you an animated-looking kiss before he hung up the call. You sighed, dropping your hand against the sheets as you smiled to yourself, you couldn't wait for him to get home.

After giving yourself a couple more seconds to lie there, you sat up, heading his words as you started to get yourself cleaned up. You paused in your ministrations when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up as Satoru's name popped up on the screen. You decided to check his message before you left for the bathroom, your jaw dropped and your body tensed when you opened his message.

There was a picture of Satoru's impressive-sized softening cock that rested on his hand, his length and hand alike covered in his cum with a message attached. When did he even have time to take that picture?

Satoru <3: Keep the set on till I get home please~

[ryukatters]

Seven (minus two) — s. gojo ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

⟡ summary: five different ways satoru fucks you just right. inspired by jk’s “seven.” happy birthday you sexy sexy man

⟡ pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

⟡ content: smutty smut smut, semi public sex, he picks you up but cmon he’s the strongest for a reason, reader isn’t a sorcerer, oral (m&f receiving), body worship, degradation, gojo pulls reader’s hair, some dom/sub dynamics, refractory period is nonexistent, satoru is a slight exhibitionist and makes it everyone’s problem, omfg i just realized i made him a munch, gojo in handcuffs 😋 MINORS DNI

also i used one of @/jinsdumplingson’s prompts for scenario #3!

⟡ wc: 5k (LMFAO)

live laugh love gojo ✨

i. You love when I jump right in / All of me I’m offering / Show you what devotion is — (body worship + exhibitionism)

You consider yourself to be a nice girlfriend, you really do. You pamper your boyfriend, prepare him lunch, and even make the trip to hand deliver it to him at Jujutsu High. And yet—

“Satoru, don’t even think about it. Or I swear to god—”

“Swear what, baby?” Even with the blindfold on, there was no mistaking the predatory glint adorning the eyes behind it.

Satoru had wasted no time dragging you into a random classroom the minute he greeted you at the campus entrance. For all the things that Satoru Gojo possessed, restraint (especially when it came to you) wasn’t one of them. He didn’t even have enough self-control to at least try and make it to his office.

What he did have though, was the nerve to shove the both of you in a room where anyone could pass by. Where anyone could hear the downright degenerate activities Satoru was going to coerce you into. 

And who was Satoru if not a fan of pushing the limits of how far he can get away with things? 

Your boyfriend stalks towards you. His boots clack against the wooden floors, echoing against the walls of the empty classroom. You find yourself taking a step back for each one he steps forward. The divide between the two of you seems to get impossibly smaller.

A gasp tumbles past your lips as the back of your legs hit the edge of a desk. Satoru smiles, the same one he gives when he knows he has you where he wants you, that he’s won the little game of cat and mouse you two play when he gets like this; consumed by a searing hunger that gnaws at his very core, one that can only be satiated by getting his fill of you. 

“Uh oh,” he gasps mockingly, giving you a faux look of surprise. “Looks like you’re done running.” Large hands wrap under your thighs before you’re being lifted up onto the wooden desk with ease. “And I’ve got you right where I want you.” 

“‘toru,” you gasp, trying (and failing) to protest as a last ditch effort to save the both of you some propriety. 

“Baby,” he murmurs, nipping at your jugular. “You look so beautiful, I just need to have you.”

“B-but, you have a meeting with Yaga right after—”

“Baby.” He deadpans, eyes boring straight into yours. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck. And don’t say anyone else’s name when I’m about to go down on you.” He shuts down any and all protests by leaning down and capturing your lips with his. Calloused hands roam your body appreciatively, squeezing both of your tits and running his thumbs over the outline of your hardened nipples poking through the fabric of your top.

It’s not enough. He needs to feel you. Your clothes are in the way. Your head snaps down to look at your now exposed chest, mouth agape as you stare at your boyfriend whose eyes are filled with mirth. 

“God, look at you.”  

“Satoru, you just ripped my fucking shirt–”

“Shh,” he hums, easily covering your mouth with one hand to muffle any expletives thrown his way. “You’re worrying about the wrong things, princess,” his hand moves down to wrap around your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until you let out a choked moan. Satoru lets out a satisfied hum. “For example,” his free hand slides down to reach under your waistband, index finger rubbing along your slit. “This soaked pussy. Don’t you think she deserves a little more attention, baby?”

He doesn’t wait for a response. “I think she does,” laughing you jolt from the harsh slap he gives your clit. “So are you going to let me give her what she deserves or are you going to keep being a brat?”

Your response dies on the tip of your tongue. You stare up at Satoru, eyes blown wide with lust. You shake your head.

“Use your words,” he demands. “Don’t keep disappointing me, princess. Taught you better than that.”

“I…” you start, feeling the way your cheeks burn in humiliation. Satoru stares at you expectantly. “Give me what I deserve, ‘toru. Please,” you whisper.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Good girl.” 

Satoru litters a trail of kisses from your jaw down to your tits, mouth latching on to one as his hand squeezes the other lovingly. “I think you deserve everything and more, princess. So I’m going to give it to you.”

Satoru thanks his lucky stars that you decided to wear a skirt today. He runs his hands up and down your thighs appreciatively before flipping up the garment, revealing your panties that were surely stained with arousal. He presses a sweet kiss to your mound, sucking the fabric slightly. He thinks it’s such a waste for such sweetness to be lost to a flimsy piece of cloth. Nectar as sweet of yours deserves to be worshiped, and Satoru considers himself your most loyal devotee. He won’t allow any more to go to waste.  

“Can’t believe you were keeping this soaked pussy from me,” he sighs. “’s not very nice of you, baby.” 

You don’t get in so much of a peep before Satoru practically starts making out with your pussy. Satoru is gluttonous. He’ll take and take, especially if the dish on the table in question is you. He worships you with a fervor that could rival even the most pious of devotees. You manage to blow his mind every time. 

“Fuck,” you hiss, gripping to the edge of the desk for support. “That feels so good, baby.”

“Yeah? You were fightin’ me so hard earlier but look at you now,” he coos, “so ready to be a good girl for me.” 

Satoru flicks his tongue across your clit expertly before sucking on the sensitive nub. He feels his cock strain against the confines of his uniform pants as you trill beneath him. He knows you’re close based on the way your back is arching further and further off the desk. “You gonna cum, pretty?”

“Mhmm,” you slur. Your high comes crashing down on you in waves. You slap a hand against your mouth to muffle any and all sounds of pleasure as Satoru helps you ride out your orgasm. He pulls away when you start to pull away from overstimulation. The two of you don’t really have the luxury of teasing at the moment.

He’s nice enough to not let you beg for his cock. Satoru tends to have a sadistic streak and derives extreme pleasure in seeing you squirmy and embarrassed, begging for his mercy. 

But he thinks he likes you like this too— soft whines and whimpers, a voiceless plea for more. Afraid of being heard by passerby’s. The more possessive part of him is rearing, manifesting itself through soft caresses and searing lovebites. His mind turns to putty knowing that he’s the only one to see you like this, hear you like this, feel you like this. 

He slides in without much resistance. He muffles himself in between the juncture of your shoulder and neck, licking at the bite gingerly as a means of apologizing. 

Satoru doesn’t have any restraint when it comes to you. But he tries his damn hardest not to plow into you the minute he’s inside you. He gives a few shallow thrusts before picking up the pace. He fucks into you with rough, calculated precision. Your back starts to feel raw against the fine oak but you can’t find it in you to care. Not when Satoru is giving it to you so good.

Satoru is overwhelmed by the desire to be impossibly closer to you, to meld the two of you into one. So he does. He picks you up with ease. You let out a slight yelp as you feel yourself in midair, wrapping your legs around his waist on instinct. He fucks you like that, strong arms under your thighs as he lifts you up and down his length like a cocksleeve. 

“God, baby,” he moans, fingertips digging into the fat of your thighs. “Pussy’s pulling me in so tight. ‘s like you were made for me.” 

“Satoru,” you whimper, “‘m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” His pace doesn’t relent. He only drills into you harder, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “Cum for me, sweet girl.” 

You’re lucky to have enough wits in you to let out a soft cry instead of screaming out your boyfriend’s name. Satoru follows you soon after, riding out his own orgasm as he paints your walls white. He lays you back down on the desk before slumping over you, struggling to catch his breath. He gives you a quick peck before he slurs out, “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

Maybe you should bring him lunch more often. 

ii. Leave you with that afterglow (light bondage)

Satoru forgets just how downright cruel you can be. How his sweet girlfriend also has a little sadistic side to her that enjoys seeing him squirm. Maybe it’s because you’re the only one capable of doing so. 

He’s desperate to touch you, to hold you, to squeeze your body as you move on top of him. His hands twitch with need, but he’s stopped by two metal cuffs chaining him to the bed. Soft ivory wrists are marred by a slight red, evidence of his struggle. 

“B-baby,” he whimpers. His voice sounds unfamiliar even to him. The words spilling past his lips foreign to his own ears, “Fuck— please. More, I need more.” 

You’ve managed to reduce the strongest sorcerer into a blushing, blubbering mess.

Satoru doesn’t care that you’re making him go absolutely fucking stupid. He welcomes it, even. All he cares about is the way you’re swirling your hips, your sharp nails digging into either side of his neck, and whether or not you’ll spare him enough mercy to actually let him cum after being edged all evening. 

His moans ascend higher and higher in pitch as the coil in his stomach winds tighter and tighter. 

“God, just like that. Just like that,” he cries out.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” You ask sweetly. 

Satoru thought he reached enlightenment some time ago. But that moment pales in comparison to how he feels right now. Each passing second with you feels like you’re guiding him closer and closer to Nirvana with no respite. 

It’s not fair, Satoru thinks. It’s not fair that you know where he’s weak and for you to use that against him. 

“Y-yeah,” he gasps as you reach down one hand, fingertips grazing against his perineum. “For you, ‘s always for you, baby. Please, please let me cum.”

You stare down at your boyfriend, entranced by the beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his hickey-stained neck and the way his flushed chest heaves. Satoru just looks downright pretty. Especially when he’s ruined.

“Cum for me, ‘toru,”

The tears that have been threatening to spill from his lash line all evening finally fall. He bucks his hips up to meet the way you bounce down on his cock. Satoru cries out your name as he fucks his load into you, ribbons and ribbons of cum painting your insides. Something inside Satoru breaks with the mind numbing orgasm you pull out of him. It’s replaced by something more carnal, more feral. 

Any and all restraint he has all but flies out the window, easily breaking apart the metal links of the handcuffs binding him to your headboard. His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging into the plush fat with a grip that’ll surely leave bruises come the morning. 

He’s honestly impressed he was able to hold out that long. 

“A-ah, ‘toru wait–” you cry out.

“Nuh-uh. You’ve had your fun,” he tuts, manhandling you until you’re on all fours. “Now let me have mine.”

iii. Take your phone and put it in the camera roll

Satoru Gojo is a lot of things. Overzealous, irresponsible with practiced precision, extremely doting, loud, boisterous, and all the other epithets that barely begin to scratch the surface on the illustrious strongest sorcerer. 

His very birth shook the entire country of Japan. His very existence is celebrated as the pinnacle of Jujutsu society. One would assume that the man would be the type to spend his special day in a fashion as grand as himself. He honors each and every one of his students and friends with such grandiose celebrations on their birthdays, so it’s safe to assume he’d hold the same standards for himself. Wrong. He’d much rather spend his day with you, in a much more intimate setting. A safe haven, of sorts, from the chaos and insanity that seems to follow him everywhere. He doesn’t get many days off, so being able to spend time with you is always a blessing no matter what day it is. So you can imagine the fit he threw when you told him to go grab dinner with his friends, and the even bigger fit he threw when he found out you wouldn’t be accompanying him.

With a promise that he’d get more than enough of his fill (of you) later on, you send your boyfriend off with a kiss on the lips that turns into a continuation of what you two have been up to all morning. 

He arrives late to his own birthday party in true Gojo fashion.

While Satoru can appreciate the sentiment, he’d much rather be spending the night with you. Alone. In bed. Or on the kitchen counter. Or in the living room. 

Although you took him out for brunch at this new restaurant with the fluffiest pancakes he’s ever had (he swears the sauce had crack in it), you told him his birthday wouldn’t be complete if he didn’t at least try and grab a few drinks with his friends.  He wanted to argue that being able to spend the whole day with you would have made him feel satisfied, but he could never say no to you. 

Which is exactly how he ends up at the local dive bar with some Tokyo and Kyoto peeps. Shoko will use any excuse to drink. So will Nanami, as long as it’s at Satoru’s expense (literally).

Today, 10:29 PM

baby

hey pretty boy u enjoying yourself? come home soon, okay? a little birdy told me your last present is waiting for you at home.

You

not much of a party if you’re not here to enjoy it with me, angel can i get a little hint? 🤪

baby?

baby

1 image delivered.

You

omw.

Satoru merely throws down a couple stacks (which is honestly more than enough to pay for everyone, but Gojo has no concept of how much things should cost) before hastily making his exit for the night. 

He doesn’t even bother ordering an uber. Because why should he waste any more time away from his precious baby when he could just teleport home? So he does, straight into your bedroom. You scream out in surprise. 

“Jesus fucking Christ Satoru—”

“You don’t get to use that tone with me, pretty girl,” he tuts, eyeing you hungrily, “especially when you’ve been hiding this from me.”

You needed to find a way to get Satoru away from you (which was a damn near impossible task most of the time) so you could figure out how to put on the whole ensemble.

The ‘this’ that Satoru was referring to was a dainty white lace lingerie set that leaves nothing to the imagination. What really takes the cake, however, is the giant baby blue ribbon nestled perfectly on the small of your back. You were wrapped up like his present. And Satoru thinks this is probably the best gift he’ll ever get in his life.

“On all fours, beautiful.”

You do as you’re told like a good girl. You really sell the show by arching your back, practically presenting yourself on a silver platter. Satoru feels his mouth water in anticipation. 

“Look here, baby,” Satoru commands. So you do. You realize that he has his phone out, hearing the telltale shutter of his camera. “For keepsakes,” he grins cheekily. 

He runs his hand along your backside appreciatively, stopping to squeeze your ass and spread you apart for his viewing pleasure. He thumbs at your puckered hole teasingly, letting out a mean laugh as you squeal.

He gives your pussy a few harsh slaps, fascinated by the strings of your arousal that collect on his fingertips. “That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you, barely even touched you and you’re already falling apart.” 

“‘toru, don’t tease,” you whine.

“Is that how I taught you to ask for things?” He gives your ass a rough spank, squeezing at the stinging skin.

You shake your head in the negative, lips wobbling. God, you look so pathetic it drives him insane. 

“Thought so. Tell me what you want, properly this time. And I might just give it to you.” 

“Please fuck me, ‘toru.”

“You want my cock, baby?”

“Need it,” you whimper. 

“Yeah?” he coos, bringing a hand to rub up and down your slit while the other works his lengths out of his slacks. “You gonna let me have my way with you? Do whatever I want with this pussy?”

You whine, nodding desperately. Satoru gives you a feral grin before leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. “Atta girl.”

“I’m going to fuck you so good that you won’t even be able to think about getting up tomorrow. Hope you’re ready, sweetheart. You’ve dug your own grave.”

iv. Come here, baby, let me swallow yo' pride (agoraphilia/exhibitionsism)

“Satoru—”

“Not my name.” 

“‘toru, w-wait,” you gasp, trying to push your boyfriend off as he litters your neck with bruises that’ll certainly make themselves known in the morning. He easily takes both of your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head, pushing you flush against the back of the door. The same door, mind you, that’s separating the two of you from the rest of his fellow sorcerers at their annual end of the year celebration. 

“Th-There are people outside this door—” 

“Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” 

Shameless. Absolutely shameless. 

“C’mon baby,” he murmurs, pressing his hips against yours. “Just this once.” You know it’s never ‘just once’ with Satoru. You fear for the state of your dress and makeup (along with your dignity) if you give into him right now. “You know I’ll make it up to you later.” 

“Your friends are in the other room. They’re going to hear us because you don’t know how to keep your stupid mouth shut.” You let out a choked moan as he slots one of his thighs in between your legs, providing some much needed friction for your aching center. 

“That sounds like their problem, if I’m being honest.” 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously handsome? Persuasive? Oh baby, I know.” 

“And an idiot.”

“I’m a genius.” 

You roll your eyes with a sigh. “You better make this quick.”

Satoru releases your wrists, grinning as you run your hands up and down his chest before dropping down to your knees. You make quick work of his belt and pants, palming at his cock that’s already started leaking precum through his underwear. “That all depends on you, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s time to put that bratty mouth of yours to good use.”

He pushes his weepy tip past your lips with a soft groan. You lick at the slit just the way he likes and Satoru has to hold back a shudder.

“This is your fault, y’know,” he growls, hands finding purchase in the locks of your hair— which you worked very hard on, by the way. “You just look so pretty. It’s almost like you were asking for it.”

A pathetic whine escapes past your throat, muffled by Satoru’s cock. Satoru shudders from the vibrations. 

“That’s it, baby. Fucking choke on it.” He lets out a broken moan as he feels your throat constrict around his cock. You just feel so good. “God, I’m gonna cum. You’re going to make me cum.” 

His hands weave themselves through your hair even tighter, as if he’s trying to find something corporeal to anchor himself in the midst of this surreal storm of pleasure. 

Your head bumps against the wooden door rhythmically in sync with how Satoru fucks your throat. It’d probably hurt if not for Satoru’s hands protecting the back of your head. If your friends weren’t sure what you two were doing before, they definitely knew now.

Satoru doesn’t feel the least bit ashamed that he finishes in record time, not when your tongue is pressed taut against the underside of his cock.

Your nails dig into the flesh of Satoru’s strong thighs, leaving indents against the freshly pleated satin of his dress slacks. 

You’re struggling to take it all. He watches in fascination as a mix of his cum and your spit starts to dribble out of the corners of your mouth. He pulls out of you with a hint of hesitation, immediately missing your warmth while you try and catch your breath. Satoru wipes the cum threatening to drip off your chin with his thumb before pressing the digit against your tongue. It’d be such a waste for it to go anywhere else, after all. 

“Swallow it.”

You stare up with him with a lustridden expression as you do what you’re told. 

God, you were always so good for him. It’s enough to make him hard again. He intends to make good on his promise to make it up to you very soon. But not here.

He fixes the both of you up to make yourselves somewhat presentable before exuberantly announcing your guys’ departure in true Satoru fashion. You’re privy to the looks of disdain painted on Utahime and Nanami’s faces (mostly directed towards your boyfriend), but you can’t find it in yourself to care as Satoru slides an arm around your waist and pulls you against him.

“Let’s go home.” 

v. Got you skippin' work and meetings (slight exhibitionism)

One perk about your job is the ability to work from home. No need to wake up early to get ready, sit in traffic, or deal with awkward and redundant watercooler chats with your older coworkers trying to relate to today’s generation. You have the luxury of working from your home office, with no one to pester you while you slave away at your computer. 

Satoru bursts into the room with a cheerful, “Hi baby!”

Everyone except for Satoru, of course.

“Hi...” you whisper, not bothering to face your boyfriend. “I’m about to start my meeting, ‘Toru. I’ll come out once I’m done, ‘kay?”

If you were paying more attention, you’d hear the grumble and see the petulant pout that forms on Satoru’s face at your dismissal. 

“Can I sit next to you, at least?”

You keep a chaise next to your workstation for when you want to plop down after a few hours of mind numbing work. Or for times when your extremely clingy boyfriend feels like bothering you while you’re on the clock. 

“I’m not bothering you!” He had said once. “I’m keeping you company. Isn’t that nice of me?” 

You side-eye him with a look that obviously says no, and Satoru pouts even harder. 

But as always, Satoru finds a way to coerce you into getting what he wants. He’s pretty sure you said ‘no’ to him sitting on the chaise, but that doesn’t mean it’s a ‘no’ to him sitting in general, right?

He plops down on the floor under your workstation. He thanks himself for buying you one of those height adjustable desks.

You spare him a quick glance. He almost looks ridiculous with the way he’s hunched under you, cheek pressed against your knees as he hugs both of your legs, pouting. 

There’s a joke you want to make about how your boyfriend is akin to an overgrown lap dog with how clingy he is. But you hold your tongue and decide to at least try and pay attention to your computer screen as you enter your debrief. 

You can practically hear the pout that’s painted on Satoru’s face with your lack of attention. That just won’t do for him. 

He’ll just give you a reason to pay attention to him. That’s fine. Satoru knows how to work for what he wants. And right now, he wants your thighs to suffocate him. 

You try your best to focus on what your manager is saying, you really do, but whatever corporate jargon spewing past his lips is lost on you as Satoru moves underneath you, inching himself closer and closer to you while also subtly maneuvering your rolling chair until his face is just shy of being in between your legs.

You want to curse yourself for deciding to stay in your sleep shorts today. Satoru, on the other hand, feels like rejoicing in the fact— because now you’ve just made it so much easier for him. Accessible, even. 

He pries your legs open, ignoring the way you try your best to keep them shut. He bullies his broad shoulders between them, preventing any further movement aside from spreading them even further. He examines the fading bruises and love bites littering your inner thighs from your previous sexcapades throughout the week. They’re looking a little too dull for his liking. Satoru decides you’re in desperate need of a touch up.

He pulls your shorts and panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt. A mix of pride and lust swell within him to know that you’re always ready for him despite your efforts to convince him otherwise. Satoru’s mouth automatically waters in a Pavlovian response. He works his way up your plush thighs, savoring the warm, silky flesh on his tongue as he suckles deep bruises into them.  

“Satoru,” you hiss, lacing your fingers through soft white locks before tugging on them harshly. You pull Satoru away from you, his lips leaving your inner thigh with a loud pop. 

“Behave.” 

You barely move your lips, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to you on your coworkers’ screens. 

It’s a warning if Satoru’s ever heard one. Unluckily for you, Satoru’s way too used to getting his way, brushing past warnings with an air of practiced defiance, paying no heed to any signals for him to concede. (“Signs can’t stop me because I can’t read!”)

Your words do nothing but go straight to his cock. That, coupled with the way you tug at his hair has a moan stumbling straight past his lips without warning. 

You quickly glance at your screen and release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding upon confirming that you are indeed on mute. You don’t need your colleagues hearing your whore of a boyfriend moaning like a pornstar in the middle of your weekly recap meeting. 

You quickly turn off your camera. They wouldn’t miss you for a few seconds, right? 

“I thought I told you to behave.” The hand that was previously gripping Satoru’s hair clamps over his mouth. “Either you stay and be quiet or you leave.”

Cerulean orbs lock with yours before you feel something wet— a tongue, swipe along the inside of your palm. You draw your hand back with a curse, wiping off the saliva with your shirt. 

“But babyyy,” he whines, wrapping his arms around your legs and resting his head on your thigh. He looks up at you with his best puppy eyes. You know Satoru well enough to recognize the lustful glint underneath the seemingly innocent gaze. “I haven’t seen you all day, s’not fair. I just miss you.”

“It’s been 4 hours, Satoru.” 

“Even one second not being by your side feels like an eternity,” he laments. An overstatement, but Satoru holds every ounce of that statement true in his heart and soul. “I’ll make it quick, promise. Just need to have a little bit of you and I’ll leave you alone.” 

Satoru isn’t a beggar. But he’ll be anything you need him to be, especially if it means getting a taste of you. 

You both know he won’t leave you alone. The both of you also know that Satoru knows how to work his mouth and your body. He’s already bringing his lips to your clit before you can even nod. 

“Good girl.” 

Satoru makes out with your pussy sloppily, dragging his tongue along your clit and inside your fluttering hole. His eyes roll back into his skull as you weave your hands through his hair, tugging harshly. Satoru’s brain is practically fried as you squeeze your thighs on either side of his head. His cock throbs against the confines of his sweatpants, tip staining the gray fabric. He palms himself to provide some friction, imagining that it were your hands touching him instead. 

“T-toru, I’m so close,” you cry. Satoru laughs meanly.

“Yeah?” he coos, long fingers working their way inside your dripping pussy. “You’re so sensitive. We just started and you wanna cum already?” 

“Please.”

“Told you we’d be quick. Cum for me, princess.” 

He doesn’t let up as you clench around his fingers. He fucks them into you even faster, making sure to hit that spongey little spot in you with each thrust. He sucks your clit until you’re shaking, refusing to let go even as you try to pull away. 

Once he’s decided he’s tortured you enough, he pulls back ever so slightly, reveling in your debauched look. It would’ve been even better if you’d accidentally left your camera or microphone on, so everyone could know how good Satoru gives it to you. (He’s seen a few flirtatious messages from your coworkers via Slack.) Oh well, that’s just an opportunity for next time, he supposes. 

He doesn’t bother leaving. To your surprise, (and Satoru’s delight) your team wraps up as soon as you turn your camera back on. A few beats pass by before he breaks the silence. “It’s technically your lunch break, right? How about we finish what we started?”

a/n: i need him in a way that is devastating to mankind. also satoru may be the king of quickies but don’t let that fool you into thinking he can’t go all night

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost, translate, or recommend my works on TikTok.

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Hellooo!~ I have a spicy 🌶️ gojo satoru x f!reader oneshot request 🙏

Story starts with Satoru feeling weirdly hot after he got hit with something after fight with a curse spirit so he went straight home to reader. Only to feel his inside burns and him to have the urge to just destroy reader's hoo haa when he saw reader who just got out from the shower ( water still dripping down her body for extra smexy moment for satoru 👌 ) and he did 😇 I imagine him stripping himself harshly and breathing heavily while give reader a very needy mwah mwah and also whimpering

A needy gojo satoru is what I need for valentines lord author

I am on my knees begging

Dear Reader, did you just come into my ask box and ask me to write about Gojo going into a sudden heat? Like, ABO dynamics style?

Reader I love you.

Now Presenting...

Starring a very desperate Satoru Gojo

“Fuck.” Gojo thought as he exited the cursed building. “That was fucking weird.” He knew he was in for a doozy when he was specifically called in to take care of this curse, even more so when they refused to tell him exactly what he was dealing with. He wasn’t worried though, not until he walked into the fight just to be immediately hit in the face with some sort of powder(?) that the curse was excreting. He didn’t notice it during the fight, but now that he was on the other side…

He realized he needed to get home. “Gojo!” Kiyotaka, the driver, yelled to him, “did you get it taken care of?”

“Yep!” Gojo smiled, trying to keep his head on straight and limit suspicion. “Hey, that fight took a lot out of me. I’m going to head home, ‘kay? Let Yaga know for me.” Kiyotaka nodded as Gojo spoke, getting a good look at him.

“You do look red…are you ok?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. Gojo didn’t have time for it.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He assured Kiyotaka, already setting the teleportation path. He could feel sparks going off in his veins, threatening to start a fire. 

“Do you want a ride-?”

“No.” Satoru said, and before he even fully realized it, he was standing on the steps in front of your shared home. Things were, for lack of a better word, heating up. His blood felt like sulfur and the only thought he could focus on was of you. He felt like he was going to be torn apart from the inside out if he didn’t have you at that very moment. 

“Hey, Y/n, I’m home.” He called for you as he rushed into your shared home. He was desperate to feel you. 

“Satoru?” You asked as you stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and still drying your hair. Gojo thought he was going to explode. “You’re home early.” You noted.

“God you’re fucking gorgeous..” Gojo muttered, feeling himself start to burn apart at his seams. 

“‘Toru?” You asked, worry for him evident in your voice as you approached him, “Are you ok? You look feverish..” you said, reaching out to feel for a fever. He grabbed you instead, pulling you close to him and pulling you into a desperate kiss. You yelped softly into the kiss, shocked by his desperation, before you melted into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer than what seemed possible. You were right by the way, he was feverish.

“Fuck Y/n..” He whimpered, pulling away only to rip his shirt off. It was getting too hot anyway. “I need you.” He whined, pulling you close yet again and burning his face in your neck, marking any skin he could. You moaned softly, tugging lightly at his fluffy hair. You may not have been under the exact same spell as your loving boyfriend, but he always had an effect on you no one else ever had.

“I need you too.” you muttered softly. That was all he needed. He picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. He attached his mouth to your neck, marking again over bruises he already left. He carried you to the room. You dropped your towels as he placed you on the bed, moving to kiss down your body. You moaned out his name, tangling your fingers into his hair as he kissed your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, your hips, and finally the place that you had needed him the most. And the place that He wanted to be the most.

Gojo wasted no time with teasing. The burning in his head and skin wouldn’t let him. He immediately went to your clit, sending fire throughout your own veins. “Fuck, ‘Toru..” You moaned, pulling at his fluffy hair as he held your bucking hips in place. You needed more, he indeed more. He slid two of his fingers into your weeping cunt, delicately preparing you for him. You had just begun to see stars when he pulled back.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He groaned as he struggled to rip his pants off. You could see his cock straining against his pants and it made both embarrassment and excitement bubble up inside of you. “I need you now.” Gojo whined, wasting no time in pulling you to him and pushing inside your dripping pussy. While you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you apart, he whimpered at the relief. 

He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, making you feel like you were coming apart at the seams as he fucked you ruthlessly. A string of praise fell from his lips as he destroyed your pussy, molding it to his cock like he owned it. As far as he was concerned he did. You didn’t hear any of it though, you were too lost in the euphoria he was drowning  you in.

Gojo knew he was close to coming undone, and he’d be damned if he was cumming without you. His hand slid down to give your clit some much needed attention, and all at once it makes a world of difference. 

“Fuck, Satoru!” You moaned out, your nails leaving crescent moon cuts in his shoulders. A tsunami of fire and dopamine stirred inside you, crashing and thrashing, pulling you under until finally you snapped. Your body felt like it was ablaze as electricity and pleasure coursed through you in harsh waves. 

Gojo wasn’t far behind, your climax bringing on his own. Relief finally washed over him and he finally didn’t feel like he was burning alive anymore as he fucked you both through your respective highs, breathing had and all but collapsing next to you as you both finally came down. He pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. “I love you..” He sighed.

“I love you too” You assured him, smiling up at him as best as you could. “So how was work?”

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Another post? damn

I was on vacation a few weeks back and had no internet so I downloaded all Fanfciton that were Satoru/Shoko tagged and rated them.

Here are the ones I rated 5/5 ... so i guess this is a ff recommendation post lol

The delicate art of flirting

3rdgymbros

Words: 1,960, Satosho, 5/5

This is so good. I love that the first years get brought into the infirmary and they just KNOW ahahahahah. Also it’s just this casual side thing but there something so much deeper that i hurts which i like about this ship

Like a lost shirt

Lua

Words:1,520, Satosho, 5/5

I am a sucker for raw and "practical" relationships. Like this is exactly how I imagine them to grieve for Suguru and I love that so much can be left unsaid but the reader and Satoru and Shoko both just know. What they have isn't healthy but it's the only thing they can have. A happy and healthy relationship with someone else would just simply not work. They are both too fucked up for that.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)

Her_black_tights

Words: 17,761 Sashisu/ Satosho 5/5

So I am biased on this one cuz this is one of my headcanons. That Suguru fucked around with both and that his absence is why Gojo and Shoko are a thing. And I feel like this fic perfectly encapsulates the hurt, the brokenness and the necessity of their relationship. Like this is how they cope and its messy and unhealthy and i love it

Listen I love you joy is coming

Antioedipus

Words:3,938 Satosho 5/5

This one is cute. Nah cute is the wrong word, they are goblins but it’s nice. They are both fucked up which is funny. Also 100% can see that Shoko doesn't have the emotional capacity to console a crying woman but still would do the right thing even if she doesn't think it’s the right thing. 

Work and not run (skip and not fall)

Aminstrel

Words:2,300 Satosho 5/5

Love this! Cute! Exactly how i Imagine them. Also match cut? Peak comedy hahahaha goblin energy.

Catalyst

tiressian

Words:4,170 Satosho 5/5

AYOOOOO first tiressian ff. i remember reading this and having gotten new horizons opened xD Anyway: love it, super nice character interaction. Love it when Gojo is stumbling over his words, a tiressian special! Also love the aftermath, hilarious but sweet.

To my significant (b)other

Tiressian

Words: 6,621 Satosho 5/5

Another banger! Back to back? Spoiled honestly. I love this one just because it makes so much sense that she writes a list. Also Gojo high as balls is hilarious. Then the whole dialogue at the wedding with the chaste touches omg my skin is prickling. Love it.

Warmth

Satoluvs

Words:2,663 Satosho 5/5

I LOVE THIS. Omg adopted Yuji has my heart. Also consoling somebody by not talking it out but taking them in giving them affection to cure the sadness omg. Also also Satoru and Shoko just dating super casually i looooovee it.

Breathing underwater 

Shrimphony

Words:1,848 Sashisu/ Satosho 5/5

This one hurts so much omg. And this could easily be canon. Idk why Gege does not show us Shoko’s grief more…. Like even if it's platonic how can she not find solace in Gojo still being there hmm? And then when Gojo, Nanami and Yaga get ripped from her, that must have destroyed her…

Shore 

Tiressian

Words:7,161 Satosho 5/5

VERY TASTY thank you for the meal. I love their dynamic. Back with the tiressian special. Also Shoko making him do push ups, same girl same i get it. Love the banter, it makes so much sense.

Epoch

Tiressian

Words:6,341 Satosho 5/5

Yum, yes, very nice. Love cheerleader Gojo, he has my heart, that poor dude. No other comments it's perfect

Call it a hunch

Tiressian

Words: 5,560 Satosho 5/5

I think this is one of my favourites hahhaha. I love how panda is trying to convince everybody hahahahah. Also the snowball fight is glorious xD the little yuta/maki you slipped  in there, i see you hehehehe. And the end has me ROLLING HAHAHAHAH

It's the thought that counts 

Tiressian

Words: 2,182 Satosho 5/5

THE CUTEST ahhhh i love them i really really need to draw the three of them uff.

there's lots of 4/5 ones too that I'd recommend but i need to cap the list somewhere xD (the google doc has 12 pages wtf ahahahah) This is up for changes anyway :P but enjoy my recommendations xD

[irisintheafterglow]

End Game #3 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)

summary: you run practice in your coach's absence and break up a fight between captains.

word count: 2.6k

cw/tags: language, jjk volleyball au, misunderstandings, mild angst but nothing too bad, arguing, reader is a little mean but they're just tired of satosugu's bullshit, satoru is too unserious he literally makes a your mom joke

note: SURPRISE this is so much longer than i anticipated it being. but anyway!!! here's the first look at the rest of the team. maybe at some point i'll post the whole roster, but hopefully some of your faves make an appearance. i'm aware that this isn't really fluffy gojo content but this drabble is intended to explain his actions later on in this little series. thank you for all your support recently!!!!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

“No way.”

“Unfortunately, yes way.” 

“I thought he was kidding.” 

“If he was kidding, I wouldn’t be wearing this.” You smile mirthlessly, gesturing to the workout clothes you donned rather than the typical school-issued uniform. Suguru shakes his head in disbelief, laughing quietly as he tosses you a deflated ball that had rolled away. You catch it with ease and add it to the pile you’ve been working on for ten minutes. From your place on the gym floor, you watched the vice-captain exasperatedly pull out his phone and dial a number. “Who are you calling?” 

His dark eyes meet yours exhaustedly, strands of black hair falling loosely from the bun that held it back from his face. “Who do you think?”

It takes a moment for the pieces to click in your head, explaining why the usual annoyance after your last class wasn’t present with chatter and a sugary apple soda. “No.”

“Yes.” He frowns at his phone, furiously tapping the call button again. No answer, you figured.   

“He’s the fucking captain!” Unaware of how long you’d had the electric air pump running, you quickly flick it off as the ball in your lap becomes concerningly large. “Tell him to get his ass over here; I wanna throw this at him.” You show him the ball the size of your head, waving it around to get him to look over at you on the floor. 

Suguru side-eyes the abnormally-sized ball in your fingers. “You’re gonna kill him.”

“That’s the point,” you reply, bending one of your legs in and stretching out the other, leaning toward the outstretched side. You reach for your tennis shoe, sighing as you take a break from inflating balls. Suguru seems to finally reach Satoru as he pulls the phone away from his ear in pain, distorted panic reaching to your side of the gym. 

When the team chat received Yaga’s message saying that you were going to run practice in his absence, you knew half the team would take it as a joke. You were going to take it as one, too, planning to grab a nice lunch that afternoon; however, when the office aide came into class bearing a note requesting your presence at the gym, you kissed lunch goodbye. With the free time before practice started, you successfully repaired the ripped net that had been sitting in the corner of the supply closet for months, ordered new uniforms for away games, and checked the air pressure of practice balls. A glance at the clock and Satoru’s hastily written text confirming practice told you the rest of the team would be arriving soon. 

“D’you think they’re going to listen to me, Su?” 

“Who? The team?” 

“Mhmm.” Doubt sits heavy in your mind as you finish with the air pump, rising on aching legs to return it to the supply closet. “I mean, I’m not Yaga.” 

“He would wear that, though,” Suguru smirks, nodding toward your form-hugging leggings and loose-fitting white shirt you’d dug through your bag to retrieve. 

“I’m serious–” 

“I know you are,” he states firmly, finally meeting your gaze. He looks at you for a moment, subtly narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s the team you should worry about.”

You cross your arms across your chest, tilting your head to the side skeptically. “Who should I worry about, then?” 

He opens his mouth to speak, but abruptly shuts it as three pairs of running steps approach the gym doors, a blur of white shirts and black shorts screeching to a halt in front of Suguru. He looks down at his panting juniors with amusement, taking in their flushed faces and indifferently informing them that they’re late. They huff out apologies in between heavy inhales and exhales, still trying to catch their breath. 

You can’t help but chuckle at their earnestness. “Megumi, Yuuji, Yuta.” The three boys stiffen to attention, bracing themselves for stern scolding because of their tardiness. “Relax, I’m not gonna call Yaga.” Their shoulders collectively sag in relief. “Did you see anyone else making their way over here, or rushing too fast?” The corner of your mouth lifts teasingly, and even stoic Megumi becomes slightly pink from embarrassment as they shake their heads. “Go warm up, you three. I’ll announce today’s agenda when your glorious captain arrives.” 

The rest of the team trickles in gradually, and you’re pleasantly surprised that you’ve only lost ten minutes of practice when Satoru arrives as everyone finishes stretching. He grins at you in your workout clothes, inhaling in preparation to say something stupid before Suguru cuts him off and tells him to warm up quickly. As much as Satoru was the most powerful on the team, Suguru was the real pillar of the team because he could override his captain’s antics; you silently thank the universe that you didn’t have to wrangle the boys alone. 

“Alright, group up!” Your voice cuts through the players’ conversations and they dutifully gather around you. Irritatingly, Satoru stands at your side, sticking his hands in his nonexistent pockets and looking over the team like a pompous tyrant. You peer at him from the corner of your eye, and he averts his gaze submissively, a dog who got in trouble for ripping up the couch cushions. “Please have a seat, Satoru.” Snickers ripple through the group of players at their captain so easily ordered around, and he pouts next to Suguru on the floor. 

“So your match with Kyoto is next week–” 

Yuuji’s arm sticks up before you call on him, his head falling to the side curiously. “Are we paying for their food if we lose or was that just a rumor?” 

“Nanami said that was fake, stupid. Stop asking dumb questions,” Megumi mutters as he swats down Yuuji’s hand. 

“Don’t be mean, Megumi. It’s a valid question, and the answer is–” 

“Yes!” An uproar of indignancy spreads among the players at Satoru’s satisfied completion of your sentence. “So,” he turns in his seat, sharp blue eyes silencing the protest immediately. “Don’t lose.” The boys tense at the genuine threat in his voice and you shake your head. When he took his role of captain seriously, he was admittedly good at keeping his team in line. But, his sober aura disappears as he turns back to you, holding out a hand for you to continue while you pinch the bridge of your nose. 

“Okay, sorry. Guess you’re paying if you lose.” You present your palms regretfully as the team groans and Satoru continues to beam at you. What the hell was he playing at? “Anyway, your match with Kyoto is next week. We’re ranked pretty similarly regarding skill level–” 

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” Nanami deadpans from the back of the group. Yu shushes him insistently and you exhale, electing to ignore his question. 

But, the fuse had already been lit. 

“I don’t think we’re that bad,” Yuta mumbles under his breath, worry spreading on his face. Yuuji nods his agreement. 

“If our captain got his shit together, I’d think we’d do better.” Megumi coughs into his sleeve, and Yuuji flinches next to him as Satoru rotates his head to stare daggers into them both. You’d seen situations exactly like this escalate, but you didn’t have Yaga’s booming voice to get them to pay attention. As long as Suguru doesn’t join, you think. Just as long as–

“As vice-captain, I have to agree,” Suguru drawls nonchalantly. Oh, no.

“Who said you were vice-captain, number two?” Satoru sneers mockingly at the boy sitting beside him, hissing out the last word like a curse. 

Suguru goes on the defensive. “Last year’s seniors, idiot. Would have been captain-captain if your incompetent ass didn’t get us both stuck on probation for a semester.” 

“Captain-captain doesn’t exist, Suguru.” He waves his hand dismissively, and you try in vain to get the conversation back on track. “Maybe there’s a reason you got on academic probation.” 

“And your attitude is the reason you get no women, Satoru.” 

“I get plenty, I’ll have you know.” 

“Really? Like who?”

“Inquire with thy mother.” A chorus of “ooh” erupts from the team. Inumaki winces like he’d been shot. 

“You pretentious asshole. You can’t even pull the person you’ve been after since–”

“Since when Suguru? Go ahead. Use your words. If you bring me down, you’re coming with me.” You stand there, gaping like the rest of the team. It was common for the two to bicker like this, but not with such spite.  

Satoru dances his shoulders from side to side tauntingly like a cobra ready to strike. He was starting to get to Suguru; you could tell by the way the vice-captain’s fists clenched and unclenched in preparation to knock out the actual captain. 

“Guys–”

“I believe we should focus on the task at hand,” offers a deep voice from the middle blocker in the center of the group. 

“Thank you, Panda. Is Inumaki still awake?”

“He is, though he might not be for longer if our superiors continue their banter.” 

Meanwhile, Suguru and Satoru whirled on each other, throwing insults back and forth until they both stood up like they were going to fight. Your patience wears thin as you witness the rest of the team space out in real time, and your body moves before you can even think. One minute, you’re standing in front of the whiteboard, facing the team. Half a minute later, your fingers grip the lobes of Suguru and Satoru’s ears as you all but hurl them out the door. 

Your voice shakes with rage, and you fight to keep it steady. “If you’re going to continue your little piss match, do it out here. And while you’re at it, go run three laps around the school.” Their faces contort in protest, and you cut them off uncaringly. “No, no arguing. Get out, I have a team to coach.” 

When the two seniors return to practice hanging their heads in shame, Nanami is helping run defense drills. “You’re evenly matched offensively,” you stated before you began. “But Kyoto has much better communication that keeps them working like a well-oiled machine. We’re more like, uh, a used car that’s been sitting on the side of the street.” The team’s faces fall, and you’re quick to reassure them. “But, that means that if you can solidify your defense, I wholeheartedly believe that your offensive attacks can overpower theirs. Do your best.”

The juniors, you noticed, took the challenge most seriously, giving their all as they practiced calling for the ball and fully jumping even if they were feints. Megumi was Satoru’s apprentice, but as a first year student, you could already tell Megumi was progressing faster than his mentor did at the same age. It made you happy that, in the same way Satoru had Suguru, Megumi had Yuuji. You only hoped that their egos wouldn’t disrupt practice so much when they were seniors. 

Nanami takes the burden of directing his captains what to do while you work with Yuta on his blocking technique. You can feel Satoru’s eyes on you and purposefully avoid them, still bothered by his earlier tantrums. 

“I’m sorry about them,” Yuta says quietly, almost too quietly to hear if you weren’t right next to him as you adjusted his arm placement. 

“Who, them?” You glance at Dumb and Dumber, still glaring at each other, and Yuta nods carefully. “Don’t be sorry. They just…need to grow up sometimes.” 

“I think one of them has a lot more to fix than the other, respectfully.” 

“Well, that’s your captain. You either love him or you hate him.” 

“And which one are you?”

“Hmm?” Your eyebrows dip in confusion, and Yuta backtracks swiftly, mumbling more apologies and “nevermind”s. You excuse yourself to check on Panda and Inumaki, pushing away the awkward feeling Yuta’s question had arisen in your gut. 

Satoru lingers after practice as you lock the gym, longer than Nanami and Suguru who helped you clean up. The sun begins its trek dipping below the horizon, and the warm glow casts a golden radiance over the school. After changing from his uniform and discreetly reconciling with Suguru, he stands against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. The sunset reflects off the white of his hair, and the light makes his blue eyes look like they’re glimmering. Despite annoying you to no end earlier in the afternoon, you couldn’t help admiring how handsome he looked. 

You couldn’t tell him that, though, and you brush past him wordlessly. He easily follows your steps, positioning himself at your side instinctually. “Can we talk?” 

“What’s there to talk about, Gojo?” 

“That. Calling me by my family name rather than my first name.” 

Your blank face becomes a scowl. It didn’t matter if he was trying to get a rise out of you. Was he fucking kidding? His jab at something so relatively mundane as his name sets you off, and your words tumble from your lips like boulders on a cliffside. “I’m furious with you, that’s why I'm calling you that. You acted like a child today. A fucking child. But moreover, you picked a fight with Suguru over something you should have laughed off. I have every right to be angry at you. Just because you’re captain, doesn’t mean you get to disrupt practice, me as coach or not.” 

He doesn’t look angry at your tirade, but puzzled. “I’m not allowed to defend myself if they insult my aptitude as captain?” 

You sigh and think about getting a bumper sticker that says I am done with Gojo Satoru. “Perception is reality. Your idea of yourself as captain doesn’t automatically make it everyone else’s opinion of you.” He’s speechless at your side; whether that be from shock or purposeful so he can think, you’d never know. 

“I’m sorry.” He stops behind you, and you look at him over your shoulder. If you weren’t so angry, you might have felt some sympathy for the genuine remorse dragging on his face. “For fighting with Suguru, for undermining your authority, for acting like an idiot. I’m sorry.” You blink, taking a deep breath before you respond, probing into a conversation you weren’t 100% sure you were ready for. 

“Why did Suguru mention something about you liking someone for years?”

His blue eyes widen slightly like a deer in headlights. “Huh?”

“When you were arguing, he said something about not being able to pull someone. Why did the conversation suddenly turn there?” 

He avoids your expectant eyes, pursing his lips and shrugging a tall shoulder. “Don’t know. Must’ve been in just as stupid of a mindset as me.” He was lying to you, straight through his teeth, but you didn’t have the energy to decipher why. Instead, you settle for another meaningless conversation as he walks you home while he asks if he can buy you more soda to make up for his actions. 

“I don’t want sugar, Satoru. I want…” Your voice trails off while you rest your hand on the front gate to your house, looking back at the boy standing behind you. His throat bobs nervously as he swallows in anticipation of your response. He was giving you that unreadable look again. 

“What do you want?” Anything, his eyes said. I’ll give you anything. 

A beat.

“I want you to stop acting like being captain is just another position on the team. It’s not. People depend on you. They look up to you.” You laugh without humor. “But what do I know? I’m just the manager. Look, Satoru. They’re counting on you. Please try, if not for me, then for them.” 

He nods, bidding you farewell. His goodbye includes three extra words that you hadn’t heard him say before, and they’re so soft that you think you’re imagining them. 

“As you wish.”

[senoraackerman]

Mission(ary) with Gojo

Going on a mission with Gojo, what could go wrong?

WARNINGS: smut. terrible depiction of action (fighting with curses)

Yaga had originally sent you on a mission, alone. That was until Gojo practically BEGGED the man for him to tag along. He only agreed because he wanted Gojo to shut up.

So that’s the predicament you are in now. Your usual solo mission was now with Gojo Saturo. The way this man irrational you was otherworldly.

The way things couldn’t get even worse, but he was stupidly attractive which made you even more angry.

Like actually so attractive.

Any time he pestered you, you couldn’t help but blush. Partially because you were angry, and because you were lowkey turned on.

Imagine that now, especially in a serious mission.

You were walking through the courtyard of an abandoned church with Saturo who was talking your ear off. Something about how his students stained his shirt or whatever.

Both stopping in your tracks, you could feel the cursed energy overflowing from the curse. Saturo put a hand onto your shoulder, “Let me get this for you.”

You scoff, “Did you forget that this is my mission? You’re just here in case I need help. Which I won’t need.”

Saturo simply grins.

That stupid shit eating grin.

You toss him a speaker and your phone.

He catches it easily. “What song?”

“You already know.”

He laughs and types it into Spotify quickly: ‘Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! A Man After Midnight’

You hear the beat start playing, increasing your cursed technique immensely.

The special grade curse comes out of the church building after hearing the music and launches to you.

You easily dodge it and manage to punch it through its rough body.

‘Gimmie, gimmie, gimme a chance after midnight’

With a whole now created, you create sound waves using your cursed technique to vibrate the curse.

‘Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?’

The curse helps in pain as it’s body begins to vibrate apart. You then put your hands onto the ground as the next song plays.

‘They told him, “Don’t you ever come around here”’

The BPM fueled you even more. As the tempo of the song increases, so does your cursed energy. Releasing the cursed energy from your hands releases strong quakes which will go up into the body of the curse.

Before the curse disintegrated, it blasted a gust of dust onto both you and Saturo.

“Oh god!” you say in between coughs. The dust didn’t smell bad, it actually smelled like honey and roses.

You didn’t realize what was going on until you felt a “heartbeat” in your pussy. With widened eyes, you turn to Saturo to confirm your thought.

He was knelt on the ground, your phone and speaker discarded next to him. You run up to him to see if he was okay.

“Saturo- that curse..!”

You didn’t even have the chance to finish your sentence as he quickly grabs your hand and palms it against his growing erection.

“Y/n…” he breathed out, “that curse was something of a sexual nature.”

You blush intensely, dropping down to your own knees, “Saturo, we can’t-”

He brushes your hand deeper onto his hard erection, “If we don’t do something about it now, it’ll get worse,” he says in a whine.

You almost came from hearing him whine like that.

“I need you right now,” he says as he grabs onto your hips and places you on the ground. He quickly undoes his pants uniform. His length sprung up.

Your thoughts were confirmed.

He was, in fact, big.

Very big.

His tip was leaking of precum. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. Saturo speedily ripped off your uniform from below the stomach area.

He began sliding in, slowly. He sighed as he felt relief slipping into you, your walls gripping him tightly.

You couldn’t help but moan, eyes going to the back of your skull from the pleasure of just this alone. He hasn’t even moved yet but you felt so satisfied.

Saturo began moving his hips softly but rough. You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his hips, digging your nails into his pretty, muscular back.

“More! More Saturo!”

You didn’t need to tell him twice as he continued moving his hips. His dick easily went in and out of you.

“So wet, just f’me,” he whispers to you as he continues plummeting into you. He then used one hand to lift your hips up, just a little. Saturo whimpered as that made him bottom out.

You cried out as he hit the sweet spot. “Faster, Saturo.”

He moved even faster per your request, groaning as he did.

“I’m so close-!” he groans as he continues.

You moan and tug onto his hair, “Come inside me!”

He let out the most submissive moan as he came inside you, painting your walls in white.

You followed shortly after, coming all over his dick.

He got off of you as you both tried to catch your breath.

“You felt so good” he said with a grin.

“I know,” you responded in a breathless whisper.

——

A/N

If someone offered me a million dollars to explain how cursed techniques are used I might as well give up on the spot.

Keep in mind this is my only second time writing a pure smut fic so pls be nice bro.

Also requests are open! Please feel free to say something! (pls yall)

Song in mind: Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion (my wife fr)

[wilderness-of-thoughts]

Before:

You stood in front of the mirror almost ready to go. Gojo dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. He really had a lot to choose from, you got so many doll clothes that you envied his choice. The only problem turned out to be the shoes, so he walked barefoot all the time.

"Now... Where should I hide you?" You said looking at your reflection, Satoru was sitting on your shoulder looking at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair.

"Where are we going?"

"The library." Gojo looked at you like you killed his puppy. "What?"

"I don't know, I thought you were seriously trying to bring me back to normal height!" He shouted, whipping his tail.

"I'm trying! I'm gathering information! Now I want to go to the school library to see if there's any mention in the archives of what happened to you!" You shouted back.

"oh... Okay..." As if nothing had happened he went back to improving his beauty. "What?" He said looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"I want to flush you down the toilet."

"Just try it and I'll come back and roll in your sheets."

"You won't do it"

"Want to bet?" He looked at you expectantly. You didn't want to. You sighed heavily, your thoughts returning to the problem of where to hide Gojo.

The fact is that when he sits on your shoulder, both of you are comfortable and Satoru can see everything. But you can't just go like that to school. You might run into Yaga or Gojo's students. You know Nanami is teaching them now and you might run into him too.

"Maybe like in Ratatouille?" Satoru first teleported to the top of your head, then asked. You could already feel his hands tightening around the knuckles of your hair. It's worth a try. You pulled an old summer hat out of the closet and carefully covered your head with it.

"How are you doing there?"

"...It smells like an old wardrobe."

"No shit Sherlock...."

"Walk around the room for a bit." Step, step, step.

"Would you please not pull out my hair?" You growled.

"Can you not move your head when you walk?"

.... What?

"maybe I should stop moving too?"

"That would be helpful"

....

The next idea was to put him in your purse. And at first it seemed like a good place but...

"You're rocking me too much! And I can't see a thing! ... Oh, do you have tampons in your purse? You know, I've always wanted to stick a little firecracker in one and..."

...

Plan number three was to put him in pants pocket. But for obvious reasons you didn't even try. Why are women's pockets so small and tight?

...

"I have an idea!" He finally shouted. Curious, you didn't move and waited to see what he would do. Gojo climbed up your shirt and in the blink of an eye he was between your breasts as his arms and head hung from cleavage. Big smile appeared on his face. "I'm a genius." He mumbled to himself. It was warm, soft, he could feel your breasts on his skin. The bra secured his legs so he wouldn't fall any deeper.

"GET OUT OF THERE" You squealed, red in the face.

"No." Quick reply. "I'm in heaven"

"I'll give you hell if you don't come out in five seconds.." you growled through clenched teeth. Gojo looked at your reflection in the mirror, and as if nothing had happened, he raised his head and smiled sincerely and cunningly.

"You know that when you get mad you get a runway on your forehead?"

"...What?" You blinked.

"Well, look in the mirror, you're frowning and there are wrinkles like a runway forming on your forehead."

"I really want to rip your head off more and more."

∆∆∆

The best place to hide Gojo turned out to be quite unconventional. You came across it by accident when you were trying to pull Gojo out of your bra.

You were already on the grounds of the jujutsu school and hoped you wouldn't run into anyone. Gojo at this time was under your shirt (of course), standing with his bare feet resting on the back of your bra. He was standing straight, could see everything over your shoulder. And if anything, he could always hide in your hair. Perfect solution.

You was actually worried that he would be too hot, but he just waved his hand nonchalantly. Well, okay.

"Y/n!" Fuck. "Y/n!" Yaga approached you, walking a bit faster.

"Hi uncle!" You smiled, trying to look natural. "What's up?"

"as usual." He replied with a smile, accompanying you to the library. "Tell me how you are, is Satoru feeling better?"

"Meh, dramatic and hysterical. His Adonis body is less divine." You laughed quietly. Yaga smiled.

"He'll get better, most of us have been there." He spoke clearly recalling some place in the past in his head. You nodded. "Why are you going to the library anyway?"

"Um... Gojo... He asked me." Fuck, you couldn't come up with a credible excuse and that was the first thing that came to your mind.

"Just to be clear, we're talking about Satoru Gojo. Right?"

"Yeeees..." Yaga raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. Quick, come up with something better! "You see, he's very upset about having chickenpox and is looking for a way to get rid of it faster. That's why he... Wants to use some jujutsu technique!"

"Sounds like him."

Phew.

∆∆∆

Satoru was surprisingly calm. But it was just the calm before the storm.

"You done?" He groaned in your ear as you searched the archives for books that could help.

"We've been here for five minutes..."

"I'm so bored!" He pulled on your earlobe. Annoying little devil.

...

...

...

You know those memes where cats sit on a book while their owner reads? Well, you have the same thing, but instead of a cute fluffy kitty, you have Gojo with his hands behind his head.

"Hey, I'm bored."

"It's an antique... an old scroll with..." Riiiiip..... It was an antique.

...

...

...

"Y/n pay attention to me!" Satoru glared at you.

"should I look for a solution to your tiny problem or pay attention to you?"

"can't you do both?"

...

......

...

And this is not the storm I was talking about. This storm started innocently.

Nanami showed up in the library. Yaga probably told him you came. It's not like you were special friends with him, you just knew him. Nanami, after a few pleasantries, started talking to you about books. You asked him if he knew of an encyclopedia of jujutsu techniques or something similar. You wanted to find someone who might have had similar power at one point. It turned out that Nanami was very committed to helping.

"Miss Y/n, I found something. It's quite a large volume... But there's a more or less complete list of tech-"

"Iiiiiik!" You squealed, grinning in pain.

∆∆∆ A few moments earlier ∆∆∆

Gojo was furious. He peered over your shoulder, safely tucked into your hair, and watched as Kento took off his jacket, pushed up his sleeves, and loosened his tie. He was hitting on you! It's not like he wants to feel comfortable poring over books. NO! Gojo was absolutely convinced you were being hit on. And when that blond dick was leaning over you...Why the fuck did Nanami offer to help you anyway?

Gojo always had you on a tight leash, especially around Nanami. His friend was a walking green flag, and Gojo could see it. Yes, he shared his lover with him several times. But he will never share you!

But you weren't without blame either, oh nooo....

So Satoru, being himself, did what came to his mind. You asked for it. He took a deep breath through his nose, burrowed deeper into the back of your neck, and... started biting you. No, that's an understatement. He braced his feet against your skin and dug his teeth mercilessly into your flesh over and over again.

"Iiiiiik!"

"Miss Y/n?"

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"Are you alright?" Nanami seemed genuinely concerned, which made Gojo bite even harder.

"Y-yes! I think I just got a needle in my... Ow!!!"

Simply...

Bite.

...pay...

Bite.

...attention...

Bite.

...to...

Bite.

...HIM!

Next:

[midnightwriter21]

jjk hcs: satoru gojo meeting soulmate!reader

characters: satoru gojo x reader, mentions of megumi, yuji, nobara, and principal yaga

warnings: language, mentions of a giant spider

AN: AS PROMISED!!! the soulmate gojo fic!! i’m a sucker for non-sorcerer!reader x gojo. so if u want a version with a sorcerer reader lmk!!!

edit: sorcerer!reader version is published!! read it HERE

- soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed in their handwriting somewhere on your body!!!

SATORU GOJO

you’re working at a small, family-run cafe

which just so happens to be quite close to jujitsu high school

it’s quite often that students and staff from the school are stopping at the cafe for a quick snack, coffee, and sometimes lunch

and due to an unfortunate run in with a low grade curse during a rush, you are very aware of the jujutsu world

principal yaga himself exorcised the curse when he was on his lunch break at the cafe

usually you’re working in the kitchen, baking, whilst someone else takes orders

until a coworker of yours calls in sick at the last minute… so ur on ur own rip

taking orders, cooking, serving, all of the above on your own

the 3 first year jujutsu high students, megumi, yuji, and nobara come into the cafe after a mission

they place their orders and megumi tells you that their sensei would be joining them shortly, with yuji letting you know that their sensei would also be picking up the bill

as if it would even put a dent in gojo’s wallet

anyways after taking their orders you walk into the kitchen to begin making their food and drinks

as you get to work, gojo walks into the cafe, joining his students at their table

you’re rushing around the kitchen, flour stuck to the font of your shirt, hair sticking out in different directions

trying to get the food cooked and out to them in a timely manner

and the world is just not on your side today because guess what shows up in your kitchen…

a cursed spirit

but not any cursed spirit

a cursed spirit in the form of a spider

a GIANT spider with what seems like a million eyes, the 8 legs, kinda furry looking

oh and did i mention it was giant? by giant I mean it stood at abt 6ft tall

two words: hell. nah.

when you turn away from the stove and find it standing behind you

you, like any normal person, let out an eardrum shattering screech of terror and back away from it as fast as possible

backing yourself into the corner of the room, with no room to escape…

the 3 first years and their sensei hear your scream and spring into action, running into the kitchen to defend you

that’s a lie

the 3 first years run to defend you

their sensei takes his time, sauntering towards the kitchen with his hands in his pockets

bastard

the kitchen door slams open as the 3 first years spring through the door, with yuji pouncing on the curse

the pink haired boy delivers a heavy punch, knocking the spider curse away from you

you take the chance to run

yeah girl it’s better to give them their space fr, yuji has a habit of punching through walls with his bare hands

you run through the door, looking behind you towards the scene, and you run head first into what feels like a brick wall

before you fall onto your ass, you feel two large hands latch onto your shoulders to steady you

“woah! don’t go falling for me already.. we just met.”

you look up at the voice, finding a man with stark white hair, a blindfold, and a cocky smirk

adrenaline coursing through your body you don’t even process the man’s words and you find yourself babbling almost unintelligibly to the man

“kill it! please kill it! i can’t stand spiders!”

the mans grip on your shoulders tighten slightly before he releases you, pushing you behind him, chuckling quietly with a “anything for you, sweetheart”

and with the flick of his wrist the spider curse literally explodes

staring at the tall man in both shock and awe, you don’t realize until you smell smoke

“THE FOOD IS BURNING SHIT!” and your running back into the kitchen to see if anything is salvageable

it’s not lol but honestly the food is the last thing on anyone’s mind

as you throw the ruined food away, the same hands from earlier sit themselves on your shoulders again, turning you around

“so… if i’m gonna actually get you to fall for me, i’m gonna need your number.” and there’s a phone thrust in your face

and at his words you remember his earlier statement to you, “woah! don’t go falling for me already.. we just met.”

you look up at him in shock, putting a hand on your forearm, over your soulmate mark with those exact words covering your skin

and he just smirks and pulls the sleeve of his uniform up to show you his own forearm

and printed in your own handwriting is your terror filled words from earlier, “kill it! please kill it! i can’t stand spiders!”

as the blush crawls up your neck and into your cheeks he laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders and saying, “so.. does this mean I get free sweets from now on?”

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Hi hi!! I have a compulsive need to reread sea glass gardens at least once a week, and your writing feels like a personal attack and a bandaid at the same time lol

One thing that popped into my head, and im not sure if it been asked before, but im wondering about ijichi's role in the universe?

Like in canon he knows about itadori being alive (which may have just been circumstances) so i feel like there is a level of trust there, and ijichi was an underclassmen to the Teen Parenting Trio too right?

Just wondering how he's feeling rn, my man gets so stressed by everything

So I've definitely answered this before but tumblr's search function is shit and I can't find where the post is. So let's do it again.

Ijichi is so so stressed by everything right now. The man needs a xanax and a vacation.

So, I have this entire analysis of Yaga floating around somewhere, which includes the fact that he is not in Gojo's inner circle but Ijichi absolutely is. And a big part of that is that Ijichi knew that Itadori was alive and kept the secret for Gojo. Like, yeah, he happened to be there when he came back to life, but he never told anyone, and Gojo never seemed worried that he would. He's the assistant that Gojo most consistently assigns sensitive tasks to, like Yuuta's parentage. I think Ijichi is legitimately in the inner circle for Gojo, and I kept that consistent for sea glass gardens.

Ijichi wasn't a Teen Parent the way the rest of the Teen Parenting Trio was. He was their underclassman, but he had never been a part of the core group of Geto, Gojo, Shoko, Haibara, and Nanami because he arrived after things went to shit, and also he almost immediately changed tracks to becoming an assistant because Gojo told him he was fucking useless as a sorcerer and going to die (canonically). As a result, he didn't have the same history with Gojo as Nanami and Shoko did when he adopted the Fushiguros. He wasn't invited to the PTA nights or to fuck off with the kids that one time they all packed up and ran when Megumi and Tsumiki were still tiny.

That being said, he was very much involved with the Fushiguros from a young age. He adores them.

Initially, he was just a sort of defacto babysitter. He liked the kids a lot and wanted the best for them, even if he wasn't treated as a part of the core family. And it's actually the way that he treated megumi and tsumiki that led him to becoming part of the core group.

So, based on what's been said in sea glass, we know that the Zenin initially didn't know that Megumi was the Ten Shadows and gave him up with minimal grumbling. Then, they found out what his techinque was and lost their shit.

This isn't going to be said in sea glass, but in my mind, Gojo didn't tell the Zenin that Megumi had the Ten Shadows. He was spotted at the school by Naoya.

Megumi just didn't know that it was a big deal to have his shikigami out. He was tiny. He didn't know they were anything special. He had his puppies out with him while he was waiting for Gojo on school grounds, and Naoya saw them, and he just laughed and started dragging Megumi off to the car lot. He didn't hate Megumi back then. He didn't like him, but he didn't know him yet either. He was Toji's boy, and of course Toji's boy would have the Shadows. Of course. He was vaguely planning to bring the Shadows home and get one over on Gojo, giving him the leverage he needed to kick his eldest brother down the ladder, and he didn't really care about how megumi was thrashing and kicking and trying to get free. It barely registered.

In my mind, Ijichi's the one that interfered.

He almost got his ass beat. Like, he was very close to having that four year old boy intervene on his behalf now because Naoya had him by the shirt against a car and was about to make sure Ijichi met god, and Megumi was always this feral biting child who was more than willing to have his puppies rip someone's fucking head off. But he was the one that saw Naoya dragging Megumi off, and he was the one that got in his way in defense of Megumi. Granted, Gojo was the one who had to show up and actually stop Naoya, but Ijichi went after Naoya knowing he could never win that fight. He did it to protect Megumi.

That's the first thing that led Gojo to trust him.

The second happened when the incident that made Gojo cut off the Zenin permanently. Everyone lost their goddamn minds. The Zenin wanted Megumi back yesterday, and the higher ups wanted Gojo to back off and return him. Yaga sided with the higher ups, because he thought that this wasn't a fight they could win.

Ijichi sided with Gojo and the kids. He didn't care if it was a fight they could win. He had never cared about whether he could win a fight when it came to protecting the Fushiguro siblings. He never could win the fights he took up for them. He just did it anyway.

Those kids were his little buddies. He babysat them regularly. He loved them fiercely. And he didn't care that he was a shit sorcerer doomed to get himself killed if he ever fought. Those were his kids.

He thinks of them vaguely in this sort of younger cousin role. He's not their parent and doesn't think of himself as such, but he's watched them grow and thinks of them as his family.

Since the Zenin incident when Megumi was a little kid, Ijichi has been the only assistant trusted with having any contact whatsoever with them--until recently. Back then, they cut Megumi and Tsumiki off from almost all contact with the wider jujutsu world for their own protection. The Zenin would do anything to get close to Megumi again, so they wouldn't let anyone near him at all. Over the years, Gojo has slowly let a few very select people from the jujutsu world have contact, but no one who he hasn't personally vetted. A few of his most trusted students, so Megumi could have more sorcerer influences in his life. Kamo Noritoshi, because Gojo thought that Megumi needed friends and made the dazzlingly poor judgment call that he would like Kamo. But Ijichi was the only assistant allowed anywhere near Megumi or his sister. Gojo didn't trust that the Zenin wouldn't bribe assistants to spy on them.

About six months before the start of sea glass gardens, Gojo decided to lift the ban and allow other assistants to have contact with them. He regrets that now.

Megumi's been cut off from the wider jujutsu world for almost his entire childhood. Like, he knows plenty about jujutsu sorcery, to be clear. He goes on missions regularly and his tutors in sorcery are three of the most valuable sorcerers alive at the moment. But he wasn't exactly rubbing elbows with the masses. He stopped going to the school after the Zenin incident. He only met the very select few that Gojo personally introduced him to. He didn't go to the Zenin compound or the Gojo compound or the Kamo compound. It was all for his protection, but they knew that it wasn't something they could sustain when he hit high school.

High school meant reentering the jujutsu world. It meant the Zenin having the first glimpse of him since they lost custody of him. They knew that shit would hit the fan and that the Zenin would try to make contact again--not to mention the other parties in their world interested in the Ten Shadows.

They wanted to ease Megumi back into the jujutsu world in what they thought was a low-risk way. They started letting a few other assistants than Ijichi convey messages to the Fushiguros when they were needed. That was it. He thought it was a baby step towards testing the waters that wouldn't have blown up the way it did.

In a few months, Gojo was planning to introduce Megumi to his upperclassmen. He was going to bring a few of them by to meet Megumi on his turf first. Yuuta was his top choice for this, and maybe Inumaki. Maki was trickier because she was Zenin. He was planning to bring him by the school before he officially started, but was secretly hesitant because Megumi hadn't been to the school since the time the Zenin beat him badly enough to hospitalize him.

He was trying to reintegrate Megumi slowly, because maybe then he could spot the ways the Zenin tried to worm their way back into his life and put a stop to them. He thought they'd pay people to spy on him, maybe hang around the school trying to make contact again.

He never thought they'd use one of the assistants to cut off contact to him, kidnap Megumi when he was too busy to realize Megumi was gone, and immediately fucking kill him.

He wishes he still only allowed Ijichi near them. This wouldn't have happened then.

Gojo would never admit this out loud, but the way the Zenin treat Megumi legitimately terrifies him. He's used to his own childhood as the Gojo's beloved godling--it wasn't a healthy childhood, and it was a little dehumanizing, but they'd never dare lay a hand on him. The Zenin treat Megumi like he's a toy they're trying to break. They scream about Gojo stealing him from them like he's their cherished prince, but whenever they have him, they nearly shatter him.

He almost didn't go get Megumi. He almost didn't save him. There's a world out there where Megumi is the little godling of the Zenin clan and has no one to protect him from the people who were supposed to love him, because Gojo never took him in.

Gojo thinks about it a lot.

Right now, Ijichi's right back to being the only assistant that is allowed in spitting distance of Gojo's kids. He and Shoko were the only people Gojo told, and he's been integral to arranging everything while this is going on. They're operating on minimal manpower. Nanami refuses to leave the campus while Megumi's bedridden (though no one would ask him to) because Megumi needs someone on campus to protect him constantly. Shoko is stuck treating him. they need Gojo to look for the cure, and he's trying to spend as much time as possible with Megumi because that's his kid in the hospital bed.

Ijichi's running interference on literally everything else. He's integral to Team Save Megumi right now, even if he hasn't shown up yet in sea glass gardens. That's because he's busy doing the legwork.

He got to see Megumi briefly while Yuuta was asleep. He sat with him for a little while. He'd be with him now were he not so busy trying to help find his cure.

And he is. so stressed. He's developing a new ulcer right now. the man is not okay.

[brainemptynothoughts]

Strawberry Shenanigans

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple pocky game between you and Gojo. You were both bored and Gojo was the one who came up with the idea in the first place. It was a simple game meant to cure boredom but how did you end up straddling Gojo's lap, his arms around your waist as he stares at you with those beautiful blue eyes, a seductive look on his face!?!

Warnings: none, just intensive making out

word count: 4204

It was a hot summer day. Not unusual for Tokyo summer but today just felt hotter than usual. No classes today as it was the weekend. It was awfully boring. You had no plans today. Shoko was out exploring Tokyo cafes with her non jujutsu sorcerer friends while Geto went to the countryside to unwind and try the local speciality bitter green tea. Normally you would hang out with both of them but you didn’t want to disturb Shoko times with her friends and Suguru looked like he needed some alone time. (He is probably still mad after that prank you and Gojo pulled on him a couple days earlier). 

Your cute underclassmen, Nanami and Haibara were hanging out at a mall and you didn’t feel like interrupting their “bro time together” as Haibara called it. Your seniors, Mei Mei, were nowhere to be seen and Utahime was spending time with her family. Even your teacher Yaga wasn’t even on campus off, he was on official business, leaving you alone on this big campus. Gojo was where ever the fuck he was (he had a nasty habit of teleporting without telling anyone where he was going).

Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your shirt, you decided to go to a vending machine. Your throat was feeling dry and you needed a nice cool drink to cool off from this heat. As you walk through the empty hallways, you wish the AC was actually blasting cold air. But no it was the most room temperature AC ever. You actually made a complaint to Yaga about this before but he shook his head and told you sadly there wasn’t anything he could do about it. What a pity.

Your eyes light up as your spy the colorful vendings machines lined up against the walls. You walked a little bit faster, humming a light tune. Praise whoever invented vending machines, it truly is a life saving experience. You slowly walked past each machine, seeing if anyone would catch your eye. There were some boring ads pasted on but you ignored that. Tons of drinks options to choose from. Cola coke, sprite, mountain dew, ginger ale and some more. If there was one good thing you can say about this campus it was that the vending machine options were decent. 

Your eyes stumbled on neatly arranged rows of ramune. A pretty section of orange, green, red, blue, and white bottles. Hmm. What to choose? Maybe melon? That flavor was alright but it tasted better as an ice cream flavor in your opinion. Then it was like a lightbulb flashed inside your mind. Throat feeling parched you knew exactly what carbonated soda flavor you wanted. You pressed a button, inserting 100 yen into the coin slot. The machine gently pushed a red drink out a shelf, dropping it down. You bend down to grab it. Voila! In your hands was a strawberry ramune! Its light pink liquid makes you happy upon seeing it. You lightly shake it just cause you wanted to see the marble inside move. You praise yourself for this excellent purchase choice. 

Now here comes the fun part. Ripping off the plastic, you pushed the plastic cap down onto the marble watching it make a little plonk sound as it fell, the soda lightly fizzed up. You take a swing of the drink, making a little ah sound. It was sweet, a strong artificial taste of strawberry. Cool and refreshing, perfect for this hot summer day. You greedily gulped it down. You stopped drinking for a second, to remind yourself to not chug it all at once. Don’t want to get too many burps. 

All of a sudden, you feel something cold and wet against your neck. You let out a whelp and whirled around to see Gojo with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Yoohoo!” He said while waving casually with one hand like he didn’t just jumpscare you. You noticed on the other hand, he was holding that expensive plastic water bottle brand he liked. Typical rich boy. That must have been the wet item he must have pressed on your neck. Gojo loves playing pranks on you. 

“Oh it's just you,” you deadpanned at him. 

“Ehhh why do you say it like that?! Aren’t you happy to see your BFF?!” Gojo pouted at you. 

“Meh. You made me nearly drop my ramune,” you said, frowning at him. If it wasn’t for your years of training your reflex as a jujutsu sorcerer, you would have definitely maybe dropped your precious strawberry drink onto the floor and wept in sadness. Would have been a waste of your precious 100 yen. 

“Soo whatcha doing back here? I thought you teleported somewhere to escape this horrid heat.” 

“Wellll,” Gojo drawls out, “I was doing some sightseeing, got bored, decided to come back to see my favorite person. Aren’t I such a caring person?” You shoot him an unimpressed look. “Oi oi, you didn’t have to make that face,” he says. 

“I would have been fine on my own,” you replied, taking another sip of your ramune. 

Gojo slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “Aww you love me though.” 

“Do I?” 

“It would be impossible to not love this handsome hunk of a man,” he winked at you. 

You sighed, regretting not going with Suguru cause now you have to deal with Gojo. He is annoying, rude, and childish. But he does have sweet moments sometimes. You made a show out of checking out Gojo's body, “Hmm I think Suguru is more handsome.” 

He lets out a dramatic gasp, “How could you prefer that Buddha lookalike looks over me?!” His hand over his chest, pretending like he was truly hurted by that comment. 

“Well he is hotter than you. Boyfriend material if you asked me,” you took this moment to remove Gojo arm off your shoulder. 

He pouts, “I can be boyfriend material too!” 

You let out a snort, “Yea right. Whoever ends up dating you is gonna feel like they are babysitting an overgrown toddler.” 

Gojo whines loudly, “That comment was unnecessary! Name one good reason why Suguru is more boyfriend material than me.”

You pretend to look deep in thought, your hand resting under your chin in a thinking pose, “He buys me snacks sometimes.” 

“I can buy you snacks too!” Gojo walks away from you and presses a button on a vending machine. He quickly grabs the item he got and walks back to you. He takes your hand and places a strawberry pocky box. “Here you like pocky right? I think I remember you saying strawberry was your favorite flavor.” You blinked a couple times at the pocky to make sure your eyes were actually seeing this. Gojo being kind is strange. He wouldn’t normally do something like this. 

“Uh thanks?” You said hesitantly. You had a feeling something was up. You placed your ramune on a nearby chair. Gojo copying your actions with his water bottle. As you moved to open the pocky Gojo hand quickly snatched it away from you. “Eh?” You looked at him puzzled. He smiled, you recognized that smile. It was the classic Gojo “I do something for you and you need to repay me” type of smile. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I knew you wouldn’t do something nice for no reason.” 

“I’m sad that you think of me like that. I can be nice if I want to!” Gojo said. 

You catch a glimpse of Gojo eyes peeking out behind his black shades. It sparkled with mischief. “I will give you this pocky but on a condition.” 

“Nah I'd rather get my own pocky.” As you moved to a vending machine your back facing him. Gojo spins you around to face him. You took a step backwards, your back lightly hitting the glass screen of the vending machine. Gojo moves an arm to the side of your head. His legs are trapping yours. The man really just did a kabedon on you. His soft white fluffy hair brushing against your forehead. You stared at his black shades, feeling his warm breath. 

“Ok what do you want,” you asked Gojo boredly. 

“Play the pocky game with me,” he smirked at you. 

Whatever response you had instantly disappears after hearing that, your brain process coming to a screeching halt. That's suspicious. That’s weird. “Aren’t this game meant to be played by couples? We’re not a couple, dude.” 

He tilted his head, “Yea we not. But it doesn’t have to be played by just couples. You know, friends can play it too.” 

“Why don’t you play it with Suguru then?” 

He made a disgusted face, “Don’t wanna. Wanna do it with you. You're special.” 

You raise your eyebrows. The relationship between you and Gojo was strange. Gojo loves to cling onto you, annoying you every moment he gets while you tell him to fuck off. He is like a stray cat that randomly follows you. There was this tension between the two of you. Nanami once told you and Gojo to get a room. You remember venting to Shoko before at how annoying Gojo was. She chuckled and said it sounds like you love him. You honestly didn’t know what to describe the relationship you and Gojo had. 

Maybe friends? Close friends? You and Gojo exchange jackets and sweaters all the time. Gojo “accidentally” stealing your Cinnamoroll jacket multiple times. Close friends cuddle with each other too, yea? Randomly at night, Gojo barges into your room and demands you for cuddles. He would flop onto you while you scream for him to get off cause he was heavy. He would pull you into his chest, him being the big spoon and you the little spoon. It was just a platonic thing. Right? Like Gojo likes to feed you sometimes but it's just what really close friends do. 

A finger pokes your forehead gently, interrupting your thoughts. “What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Gojo murmurs. You try not to think how attractive his voice is. 

“Just thinking I could kick you into the balls right now and end your bloodline,” you replied, trying not to look at Gojo's stupidly handsome face. You do not have feelings for your best friend, you don’t. 

Gojo gently tips your chin to make you face him, “Like you could even get past my infinity.” 

You glare at him, “Maybe if I kick you hard enough, I could.” 

“I would dare you to try it but I would rather not hear you whine about your foot being in pain,” Gojo leans in even closer to you, his lips so close to yours. “You and I are both bored. Why not cure our boredom with a fun little pocky game?” 

You sighed, “If I don’t say yes right now, you're definitely gonna pester me later, aren’t you?” 

“Yup!” Gojo said way to cherrily. 

“Fine. I’m gonna win though,” you gave in. 

“Greaaaaat! Rules are whoever breaks or drops the stick loses! If you look away from me, you lose too,” he says gleefully. He rips the pocky packaging and places a pocky in his mouth. “Ready?” He mumbled. You roll your eyes at him and bite into the other end of the stick. You won’t gonna let Gojo win. So you decided to make a daring move. Staring deep at Gojo shades, you quickly chomp on the pocky, getting really close to his lips. His head jerked back in surprise. Your nose brushed against his nose as you took a final bite of the pocky, barely missing his lips. You moved your face away from Gojo mentally celebrating your quick victory. You battled your eyelashes at him, licking your lips, “Too easy.” 

Gojo was still for a moment, “.....Not bad. I admit you got me there.” 

You lightly tapped his chest, “Since I won, give me the entire box now.” 

“No,” Gojo replied back way too fast. 

“What do you mean no? I followed your rules and won fair and square.” 

“Weelllll,” Gojo shrugged. “That was only the first round.” 

“Ehhhh,” you said in disbelief. You really just wanted the yummy deliciousness that is strawberry pocky. It would go so well with the strawberry ramune. 

“Let's move to the chairs, my neck hurts looking down at you. Urgh why do you have to be short,” Gojo rubs his neck. 

You frowned hard, “I’m not short, you're just a giant.”

“You're so cute and tiny, I could carry you around all day,” he smiles cheekily as he ruffles your hair. You swatted his hand away feeling a tinge of annoyance. Gojo finally unkabedon you and flops onto a chair. He widely manspreads and gestures to you to come over. You sighed knowing there was no shortcut out of the pocky game, so it best to just get it over with. There were only two chairs, one was occupied with yours and Gojo drinks while Gojo was sitting on the other chair. 

As you move to go grab the drinks so you can put them on the floor, Gojo hand wraps around your wrist. You glanced at him. He smiles mischievously. 

“I have a better spot for you to sit on,” he gestures to his lap, “Sit here.” 

Your brain cuts immediately short circuited. There were no thoughts brain empty. You stare flabbergasted, eyes wide in shock, mouth wide opened. He did not just say what you think he said. It's a good thing you're not drinking your ramune right now or else you would have spat it out from shock. 

Gojo pets his leg, “Come sit on my lap.” He notices your shocked expression. “Whaaaat? I promise it's comfy.” You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. With a very devious look on his face, his hands wrapped around your waist and damn were his hands big, his hands perfectly enveloping your waist. Grabbing onto your waist, he pulls you onto his lap. He gently squeezes your legs and positions them on the sides of his torso. He sneakily wraps his arms around your waist to hug you. Gojo pushes his face into your chest as he stares up at you with the cheekiest grin. 

You were beyond speechless, your brain trying to process that you are straddling Gojo Satoru lap. How did your quiet afternoon end up like this?! Oh yea it Gojo after all. He always did somehow make a peaceful moment turn into chaos. 

“Why so speechless dear?” Gojo teases. You were pretty sure he was battering those stupid long pretty eyelashes under his shades. 

“Just wasn’t expecting you to be so bold babe,” you put the emphasis on babe. Occasionally you and Gojo would call each other pet names. Just what normal friends do. 

“You look so pretty sitting on my lap. We should do this more often.”  

Was Gojo always this flirty you wonder. “Let's just get this stupid game over with.” 

“Hai hai. Expect to lose this time.” Gojo removes his shades and throws them somewhere. He swipes back his hair and looks directly into your eyes. You couldn’t help but admire those gorgeous blue eyes of his. You could get lost in them but you would never admit that to Gojo out loud. Gojo shuffles you even closer to him, your chests touching each other. He places a pocky in his mouth. “Ready darling?” 

“Mhm.” Both of you start biting the ends of the pocky sticks. You decided to use the speedy tactic you used last round. Then something unexpected happened. Gojo winks at you and squeezes your hips. You choke and Gojo takes this to his advantage. He speedily bites down the pocky, his lips getting dangerously close to yours. 

“I won!” He cheered. You try to process what just happened. “Can you even do that?!” You blurted out trying not to blush. 

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “Why not?”

“You-!” 

He interrupts you, “Since I won, call me by my name.” 

“Gojo?” You asked confused. 

“You know what I mean stupid. Satoru.” Oh. That was a simple request. You normally called him Gojo but sometimes you did call him Satoru. 

“K Satoru. There, did that make you happy?” 

“Yea,” he smiled at you. Woah there calm down heart. Satoru had no right looking that gorgeous. The sun was going down casting a beautiful golden hue over Satoru's messy white hair. His white tee accenting his broad shoulders. Those blue sparkly eyes that seem to resemble diamonds as they twinkled at you. His lips upcurved in a rare genuine smile showing off his cute dimples. Your heart only pounding because you admire Satoru aesthetics, not because of handsome looks. 

“Let's do one more round yea?” He asked you. “Final round out of three. Loser has to listen to the winner's request.” Finally that strawberry pocky box will be in your hands. You nodded. “Let's get this over with.” Satoru sensually places a pocky in his mouth. He cockily grins at you. Your eyes narrowed at him. This was his way of taunting you. The two of you started biting down onto the pocky ends. This round the biting was much slower. A part of you didn’t want this game to end too soon. It felt as time slowed down. It was just you and Satoru at the moment. Eyes locked onto Satoru, barely blinking. You can feel every part of him. His muscular thighs, the 6 pack abs hidden under his tee, his big hands gently pressing onto your hips. You were too busy concentrating on him, you barely noticed Satoru took the final bite, making him the pocky game winner. He pulls away from you, licking his lips. “Oohh looks like you lost.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “Congrats. What do you want?” 

“Can I kiss you?”

“What.” 

For the third time, Satoru made your brain go haywire. 

“Wh- what did you just say?” You asked to make sure you're not hearing things.

“Can I please kiss you?” 

You stared at him. He looked serious. Too serious. You laughed nervously, “Oh this must be a prank right haha? Where the camera?”  

“Mhm not a prank. I want to kiss you,” Satoru bluntly said. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips pressed tightly. He was actually serious, the heck. 

“Why? Aren’t we..just friends?” 

“Are you stupid?”

“Wha?” Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. 

“Do friends flirt with each other all the time huh?” 

“YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH ME? SINCE WHEN?!” 

Satoru sighs, “I thought I made it fairly obvious.” 

“I uh thought that was typical Gojo behavior.” 

He frowned, “Do I have to spell it out for you? I gave you expensive gifts, took you out all the time, call you pet names, fuck I was even being clingy, lovely dopey and shit and your telling me you thought that was just me being friendly?” 

“Yea?”

He groans, “Why did I fall for a dumbass like you again?” 

“HEY,” you snapped, “But since when did you start having feelings for me?”

“Maybe when I saw your cute ass in those tight jeans you like to wear?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK,” you screeched, madly flustered with an intense blush on your face. 

“Kidding! Don’t really remember how it started. Just somewhere along the way, I knew I liked you.” 

“What do you even like about me?” You weren’t ready at all that your long time friend who you had a crush on like you back and he even confessed first. 

“Hmm,” Satoru tilted his head like an adorable puppy. “I can name off a lot of things. I like how you sing in the shower, you're always looking out for others, you're sweet, too pretty for your own good, how you love to collect cute things. I can name a lot more buuut-” he grins at you. “If I say anything more, I think your face gonna explode off.”  

You were bright as a tomato. You bashfully hide your blushing face behind your hands. Satoru took your hands away from your face, “Come on now, don’t be shy. Let me see the person I fell in love with.” Fuck. Fuck. Your heart was so not prepared for this. Your heart was beating so fast, you could hear it pounding hard. Satoru leans into you, whispering into your ear, “I know you love me too.” He grins. 

You groaned, “Was it that obvious?” 

“Yup!” He says popping the p. 

“Ugh. Now I feel like a damn fool.” You wish the Earth could just swallow you whole right now. 

“It was cute really seeing you pretend like you didn’t love me,” he teases. “Soo how bout that kiss hmm?” Satoru's voice drops to a deep tone. You breathe in and out slowly, thinking of all the times you wanted to kiss Satoru. You mustered up the courage and grabbed Satoru's collar pulling him to you. You press a kiss against his soft lips. All of those times you spent daydreaming kissing those beautiful lips of yours finally came true. Satoru eyes widen in shock seeing you take the first move, mouth open in an O shape. It was a short kiss, merely a brief second. 

“Heh,” Satoru chuckles, “You call that a kiss? Let me teach you how to actually kiss.” A hand softly cups the back of your head as he moves to press his lips against yours. You whimper and he takes this to his advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores the caverns of your mouth. His tongue intertwines with yours. His breath was hot, his forehead against yours. His other hand gripping your waist to keep you steady on his lap. Your bodies pressed together, flush and hot. You let out a moan as Satoru lightly bites your lip. After a couple minutes that felt like forever, Satoru pulls away from you. Your chest heaving up and down as you pant for air. 

Satoru lazily lips his lips as he looks at you with his hooded eyes filled with desire. His hand swipes away the drool from your lips. You didn’t even realize you were drooling. “Mhm you taste like strawberry,” he says in a delighted tone. 

“Well no shit, Sherlock.” 

Satoru laughs, “There's that cheeky mouth of yours I love! I kiss you real good huh. So good, you're drooling.”

“Shut up!” You wiped your mouth in embarrassment. Satoru was actually a pretty decent kisser, better than you thought. His hand traces your neck, “Let me mark you here. Let the world know your mine.” 

Your breath hitched. Satoru's eyes swirled with lust as he locked a heavy gaze on you. You pressed your forehead against his. “Always been yours.” You murmur in a low voice. Taking that as permission, Satoru moves your shirt to the end of your collarbones. You feel his hot breath as your skin tingles with anticipation. Satoru starts pressing light gentle kisses. He leaves a trail of kisses. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly using the back of the chair to press yourself even closer into him. He finds the nape of your neck and starts circling his tongue on a certain spot. He parts his lips slightly and starts to suck. You let out a small whimper, your hand grasping his hair for support. Satoru starts to suck harder, using some teeth. He bites your neck but no to hard. He kisses your neck in brief intervals, sucking, licking, and repeat. 

Satoru pulls his lips away and admires his handiwork. A small red bruise like a mark slowly starts to form. Satoru being the insatiable man he is moves to the other side of your neck and gives you being the entire man. The entire time you were feeling incredibly aroused letting out soft moans. After a couple of minutes, your neck was decorated by blue, red, and purple dots. “Hm pretty good if I do say so myself,” Satoru smirks in a cocky tone. 

“How am I going to explain this to the others……” 

“You don’t!” 

Satoru brushes his nose with yours, giving you a couple more playful kisses on your lips. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I love you so much you know?” He confessed. 

“I can’t believe you confess first damn it.” 

“Well one of us needed to do it eventually and it was me.” His thumb teases your lip. “ Open up.” You confused did what he said, slightly opening your mouth. He puts a pocky into your mouth. “Oh so you finally remember to give me my pocky!” 

Satoru snickers, “No thank you?” 

“Nah. You don’t deserve it.” 

“Fair. By the way, there was a bet on us who was gonna confess first.” 

“Really? Let me guess Shoko started it.” 

“Bingo! Once they come back, I’m going to cash in on my winnings!” 

“Wait, you betted too??? Give me some, I'm broke, you don’t need more money, rich boy.” 

“Sure sure. But I can do you one better. Next week you're free right? Let's go on a date. I treat ya.” 

You fistpump the air in excitement, “Yes!” 

Part 2 here!

[cursedvibes]

Something that really annoys me is how all men in jjk have the exact same body type. It's not much better for the female ones, but there you at least have some difference. Maki is muscular, Mei Mei is curvy, Momo is petite etc. Still lacks variation in terms of body fat, but compared to the men who are all lean muscled with rippling 8-packs, that's pretty good. There's also exactly one guy who has body hair, everyone else is smooth as a fish.

At most you have someone with broader shoulders like Yaga, but that's it. Hell, you don't even have skinny guys. Someone who looks like he couldn't lift a beer crate. If Ijichi took his shirt off, he'd probably be ripped too if Gege had their way. Only exception are old men, but even then they have to be close to corpse-like to avoid that treatment. Naobito, who was 73 and drank all day still maintained a 6-pack somehow and I'm not sure Gakuganji isn't hiding one under his shirt too.

Gojo, who lives off of sugar also still has that same dehydrated look and is built exactly like Geto. They might appear different with clothes, but once they take their shirt off, all men look the same.

Some people (not just Gege) really don't seem to understand that you need to adhere to a specific workout schedule and more importantly a strict diet to get that kind of body. It's just unrealistic and detracts from the characterization in my opinion because usually the body should reflect what kind of life a character lives. Even if you are very physically active, you don't just look like that. If you take strong(wo)man for example, they don't look like that.

I don't get all that wooing over Geto or Toji's "boobs" either. Especially in that anime promo. What boobs? You need body fat for that and Toji looks like he desperately needs a sandwich. Gege at least knows how to draw ass (if Miyo is any indication). Now they just need to apply that principle to the rest of the body.

[bevswashere]

Koi No Yokan

Chapter 20: The Strongest

One thing remains the same. The vast majority are guided to the choice that feels easiest. The way that will provide them the most peace. Yet, the small sum remains. Those who answer the phone call or refuse to board their flight. Those who force their eyes open until the world comes crashing back down on them.

March 2006 Eleven hours later.

"Good work, everyone. We're inside Jujutsu High's barrier now."

I can't help but feel that I'm lagging behind on purpose, feet dragging with every step to delay the inevitable.

"What a relief," Riko pants, palms resting heavily on her knees. To her and my own surprise, Satoru pulls out a tissue from his pocket, one for her to wipe the sweat forming on her brow. She blushes, "Thank you."

"Satoru," Suguru says, as touched by the gesture as the rest of us, "You really worked hard this time."

He sighs, issued the chance to release his technique for the first time in days. "I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again."

The statement makes me smile earnestly. Satoru can argue all he wants that Yaga, Tengen, and even myself had forced him into protecting some "brat," but the truth is he cares about Riko. We all do. That only makes the next few hours thatmuch—I hardly hear it before I see it.

Before my next breath turns into a sharp gasp and my eyes lose focus.

Before Riko screams in horror.

I look down. The blade is thin, piercing through the base of my chest, trickling warm blood into the dirt. The shock subsides, but the pain doesn't, it sears through my center like I've been bathed in boiling water.

I look over my shoulder. A man with overgrown hair and a large scar at the corner of his lip holds the sword. His eyes are unaffected, bored even. Who..?

A burst of blue light, followed by the charge of Suguru's curse, forces him to draw back. The retraction of the blade hurts more than its insertion, pulled out at a high angle, mercilessly ripping through my flesh and bone.

I crumble to my knees immediately, clinging to the hole in my chest. My breath grows ragged, the entirety of my shirt and the ground beneath me soaked in crimson. How much blood have I lost?

"Kaede!" Suguru runs over, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hand presses hard into the wound. He's shaking, I can feel it. "Can you stand?"

"I'm fine." I force myself up, voice steady despite my depleting vigor. The pain is another matter, but what I can be sure of is that the attacker missed my vitals. I can focus my cursed energy output into my center, maybe even wrap the wound in a time barrier until Shoko can handle it. "Prioritize Riko first."

"She's right. I'll deal with this guy. You two get her to Tengen-sama."

"Satoru..." Suguru's resolve has shaken, but he has no choice, "Be careful."

We break into a sprint, dragging Riko by the hands to keep up.

Every nerve in my body is on high alert, desperate to get Riko as far as possible, desperate to wield my technique without cutting myself in half. This isn't the time to let my attention dwindle, to stare off into space until someone can pull me back. We have a mission, a clear goal, one that we were appointed because we're strong. I'm here. I can do this.

The elevator arrives at the bottommost floor.

I can't do this.

"Riko-chan."

She turns back.

"Sorry, but this is as far as I go." I can't even bring my eyes up to meet hers. "Satoru hasn't slept. I should go back up to make sure—" I'm cut off by the girl running into my arms, fingers digging into my skin. A small whimper echoes through the tunnel, followed by the rest of her heavy tears. "Are you scared?"

"No," she sobs into my chest. "Thank you. The way you've taken care of me these past two days, it's a love I haven't felt since my parents... Thank you, for reminding me what that feels like one last time."

Her gratitude has stolen all possible words from my lips, leaving me only able to hug her back tightly.

I step back into the elevator, the sight of Riko and Suguru slowly disappearing as I ascend. My back falls against the wall, hand gripping the still open wound, too weak to fight the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Thank you, Amanai Riko.

For reminding me the joy of being a young girl's big sister.

One last time.

The elevator stops, the bell chimes, the metal gate slides open—I leap out of the elevator, dodging the swipe of my previous attacker's large blade. The elevator is demolished where I previously stood, the man taking his time to turn around and face me.

"I had hoped to take you down with that earlier attack, but," his satisfied eyes glance at the hand still cupping my center, "One Jujutsu sorcerer at a time."

"What's that supposed to..?" My heart sinks into the soles of my feet, the world slowly being leeched of color until a dark, cold nothingness remains.

"That's right," he smirks at my realization. "I killed Gojo Satoru."

The full force of my cursed technique rips the floor in half, wood snapping beneath his feet that leap up in time. For some stranger with no cursed energy, his speed is reminiscent of my own, possessing the reflexes only someone with a binding vow could achieve, someone who had forged a contract stronger than any tether. 

The next wave is only a failed attempt at ripping him into pieces. The sword he's wielding isn't the same as the one he stabbed me with. It's larger, teeming in strange cursed energy, strong enough to combat the impact of a Time Barrier.

He's blown back a few yards, unscathed, but the exertion makes my chest throb. I can't go all out while trying to hold time still on the wound, there's no way.

In a blur, he takes a running start, cutting through every time barrier I throw forward. "You're already losing your edge," he says. "And I thought you'd be a bigger obstacle than this."

Giving my all, I charge forward, moving faster than him, smarter. With the combined effort of time jumps, barriers, and speed that even his heavenly pact cannot match, I begin to push him back. His sword seems to be able to break through my technique, but there's no chance for him to gain the offensive.

Our brawl breaks back out into the open air, amongst the destroyed trees and collapsed buildings of Jujutsu High. There's Fly Heads noisily swarming at every corner, blood that isn't mine stained on the pavement.

With the point of my finger, my technique fires like a pistol, darting through several Fly Heads before it catches him at the face, ripping into his cheek, and drawing warm blood. "I'm not the only one losing my edge."

The long battle continues, the maximum output of my cursed technique chasing him back further from Riko. By now, I can only hope that she's under Tengen's protection, or Suguru was smart enough to get her as far away from here as possible.

The potency of my next barrier makes me stumble, spiraling through the air in unpredictable patterns, so strong that when it strikes the man's sword it shatters. His face displays confusion, but nothing close enough to fear. Either he's convinced he can't die, or he's not scared of dying anyway. "Well, would you look at that?" he sighs, tossing what's left of the sword aside. Replacing it with a red, three pieced staff, oozing an energy just as tainted as the previous weapon. "Let's see you break this one."

I'm wearing down, backing myself into a corner that constricts the size of my attacks. The blood flow from my stab wound hasn't stopped either. Nevertheless, I resume the long combinations of moving at my quickest, surges of compacted time, and a keen eye that predicts his every next move.

Faster than he can assess, I move in close, palm slamming into the side of his head. He tumbles wildly through the dirt, struggling to gain his footing with me continuing to charge.

The Forward Sight, like the Six Eyes, isn't something I turn on. It was infused into my soul from the moment I was born, granting ceaseless premonitions of the people and places in my line of vision. The pride of my fallen family, the unique ability that has rarely failed me. Except, in this moment, when the attacker and I have traveled far out into campus, and I witness, in nothing but the present, the sight of Satoru's body lying alone, on a mound carved out from the ground. Fresh blood is still puddling down into the sides of the chasm. His head is turned to the side, one bleary eye still open.

I barely catch the attacker coming into my peripheral, unable to move in time before his three-pieced weapon strikes me at the center of my stomach. The immense power launches me down into the ringed chasm, my technique struggling to cushion the impact. By the time my body has finally skidded to a stop, blood spills out from my mouth in a thick cough. I can't move even if I wanted to, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Maybe that's for the best. I don't know if I could stand the sight of Satoru like that any longer.

The stranger lands on the ground in front of me, pulling out the thin katana, "For good measure," plunging it through the same spot in my center, pushing all the way until its end plants into the dirt behind me. I'm pinned to the wall, more blood forced up and out of my throat, trickling down my chin slowly.

He kneels down in front of me, but all I can see is Satoru. "Move," I beg. "Please. Move—" The attacker pulls my face to look back at him, the expression that has become tepid again, the lifeless eyes. Without another word—at least that my failing senses could make out—he lets my head drop, and carries on elsewhere.

I feel my breathing become blissfully slow.

Is this it?

The pounding in my ears fades out.

Is this how I die?

My vision becomes spotted with black, until nothing but darkness remains.

I'm sorry, Riko. Momoko.

There's so little to feel anymore.

I'm... I'm not strong. I never was.

∞

Someone is calling my name, but I'm submerged in darkness.

Again. And again.

Where am I?

What happened?

Then, an indescribably sharp pain pulls me to break the surface. I scream out as my eyes rip open. Nanami pushes my body back by the shoulders, as Mariko pulls out the remainder of the sword.

"Hold on, Kaede-chan," Shoko immediately presses her hands to the center of my chest. "I know it hurts, but I'm going to fix this up as fast as I can."

"Sa...."

"Don't try to speak yet."

There's a platform just behind them, one covered in streams of blood. I try to lift my hand, to point. Satoru's up there. Help him first. Please.

But Mariko pushes my hand back down, "Don't move, Kaede."

No, please. Someone save him. Please.

"Don't move," Mariko pushes my hand back down. She's begun to cry. "Can't you do anything about the pain, Ieri-chan?"

"I'm working as fast as I can. You're lucky, the sword barely missed her heart."

"I found him!"

Our heads all turn to the right, where Haibara is carrying an unconscious Suguru on his back. "He needs your help too, Shoko."

"Alright, set him down."

Suguru's beaten body is placed next to mine, his face covered in bruises and cuts, his uniform shredded and stained with red.

How much time has passed? All the fly heads are gone, every bit of blood dried.

"Satoru."

"He's probably gone after whoever did this to you," Mariko says.

I look back over to the platform. Can they not see him?

Then, I realize there's nothing there. His body was removed from where it once was. Our attacker must have taken it. Some sort of prize or another bounty he might finally claim. The disgusting thought causes hot tears to spill from the corners of my eyes. Low sputters come from my lips, and Mariko urges me once more to stop fretting. But I can't. He's gone.

Nothing means anything without him, I understand that entirely now. Why did I never tell him? Why did I let him die alone?

"How is Geto doing?" Shoko asks, hands still dutifully held at my chest. Her energy washes into me like warm water.

"He's got two pretty serious cuts across his chest," Haibara inspects, "Other than that, he seems alright."

"He's dead."

Haibara holds his palm beneath Suguru's nose, "No, he's breathing."

"Satoru," I waver. "He's dead."

[limitlessscion]

Attention captivated. Satoru's question was left unanswered — rather, the line of questioning was interrupted by the swift extension of Suguru's arm and digits gripping the collar of his friend's shirt; he very nearly ripped the material with the adamancy of action. ❛ Satoru, look. ❜

Suguru bent over and because he was gripping onto the other teenager's shirt, forced him to bend over as well. A large cardboard box was situated on the curb outside an apartment complex, and the cutest little pile of fur was housed within the box. Four kittens of varying colours stared at the world with wide eyes, stared at the gathering of awwing children. Suguru shoved past ( more like towered over ) all the kids to admire the creatures for himself with an expression overflowing with warmth and longing. ❛ What do you think? ❜

With the violence with which Satoru was suddenly yanked aside, he'd assumed his friend had serious objections with his One Piece opinions and they were about to start a brawl on the side of the street. Before he could start throwing punches and potentially knocking Suguru into a pile of children, the object of his friend's attention focused in the middle of his own vision.

Oh, right, the kittens. He'd sensed them as they'd approached and passed, but hadn't thought twice about them. He stared now at the big round eyes as they made high pitched squeaks and thought with some amusement how his friends would often compare him to one of these creatures.

He locked eyes with one of the kittens who froze for a second at his attention. Then it opened its mouth showing tiny razor-sharp teeth, screaming dramatically before falling sideways from its perch on a sibling's head.

Satoru snorted, prying Suguru's fingers off his collar so that he could straighten up.

"Okay, they're pretty cute. What, are you thinking of keeping them?" The look on Yaga-sensei's face would be priceless.