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TRUTH OR DARE

➠ getou suguru x slutty!bimbo!reader x gojo satoru

➠ cw: dubcon (reader is drunk), college au, use of alcohol, sub!reader, creampies, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, squirting, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, lots of degradation, use of the name daddy, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, hair pulling, multiple orgasms (m & f), overstimulation, spitting, impact play, breath play, breeding, light bondage, dacryphilia, manipulation, aftercare

➠ wc: 7k

➠ for @semisgroupie 3k slut collab

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➠ note: i’m so sorry this is pure nasty filth & nothing but p o r n.

➠ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI.

you found yourself giggling and pouring another shot despite getou telling you no. he told you you were already drunk enough, but you shooed him away, telling him you were grown. your eyes scanned over the people in your living room, falling directly on the tall, white-haired man reclined on your couch.

“hi.” you greeted, practically undressing him with your eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“hi. i assume this is your party?” he responded, taking a sip of his drink. you nodded, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“mhm. i’ve seen you around getou, but i never got your name.” you tilted your head to the side and sized him up, thinking to yourself about how he’d definitely be your newest boy toy alongside getou. everything about him was alluring and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

“gojo. gojo satoru.” you reached out your hand to shake his, but he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your skin. you melted in your seat, suppressing a moan at the gesture.

for the rest of the night, you had eyes for gojo and gojo only. the two of you were paired up for the team drinking games and you hadn’t left his lap in hours. you continuously whispered lewd things in his ear, telling him how you couldn’t wait for everyone to leave so he could fuck you into oblivion. it grew harder and harder for him to ignore his growing erection, shifting in his seat to hide it from all of the other guests, though they weren’t even looking in your direction.

unbeknownst to you, getou was a few feet away, watching you practically fuck his best friend on the couch. he wouldn’t have minded if you hadn’t been grinding on him earlier. he wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t flirt with him every time you saw him on campus, trying to get him out of his pants. it wasn’t a secret that you slept around, but getou thought that you would at least have enough morals to avoid flirting with his best friend while you all were in the same room.

as soon as getou had walked into your small house party, you were glued to his hip, touching him in every place you could. your hands constantly prying at the zipper of his pants, begging him to accompany you to the bathroom so you could suck him off. how could he resist those pretty doe eyes? of course he agreed, but as soon as the two of you got up to handle business, gojo sauntered in, late as always. getou greeted his best friend as you stood behind him, drinking in his image. your gawking didn’t go unnoticed by gojo, sending you a wink before moving to grab drinks with getou.

getou was seething with anger as he watched you and gojo cozy up to each other. your incessant laughter and your deliberate touching sparked a bit of jealousy in getou. he knew exactly how to get you back.

as the night ended, gojo had to make his leave so he could tend to some unfinished business. only you and getou remained after everyone else had made their way home. you were wasted and still trying to clean your living room, but you were having a difficult time with the room spinning. giggling up a storm, you set the trash bag down and skipped over to getou who was leaning on the kitchen island.

“suguru, why’re you still here?” your words slurred as you leaned on his body, fingers playing with his belt loop.

“helping you clean up.” he replied dryly, moving your hands off of him and turning around to collect the empty red cups on the counter. your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted at his short response.

“why you so mean? is it because i didn’t get to give you head, hm?” you took a few steps closer to him with his back still turned.

“no, y/n. just shut that pretty mouth of yours so i can finish up.”

“suguruuuu,” you sing-songed, “are you mad about that? i can still do it, ya’ know.” you pressed your chest against his back, running your hands down his abdomen before reaching his belt buckle.

“y/n, leave me alone.” getou warned, his patience growing thin. you didn’t listen though, unbuckling his belt with your hands and working to unzip his zipper.

“’s okay, suguru. i’ll make you feel all better. grumpy guys like you just need to cum s’all. you—”

“you never stop fucking talking, do you?” getou snatched your hands off of him and spun around, yanking you back by your hair and earning a high pitched yelp from you. “you’ve been all over me since i got here, but a slut like you can’t take no for an answer.” you whimpered in his hold, bringing your hand up to his fingers laced in your hair.

“getou, i’ll leave you alone. promise.” you whined, trying to pry his hands from your scalp, but he only tightened his grip, yanking your head down so you could crane your neck upwards to look at him. he was almost unrecognizable, his face etched with anger and desire.

“no, no, no, baby. it’s too late for that. c’mon, let’s go to your room.” he shoved you in the direction of your bedroom, fingers still laced in your hair as the two of you reached your the room.

“on your knees.” you dropped down to your knees as soon as he let go of your hair, your doe eyes boring into his dark and lust blown pupils. you wanted so badly to paw at the growing erection confined underneath his pants, but you knew you’d only dig yourself a deeper grave.

getou began walking around your room in search of something, but you weren’t sure what. “w-what are you doing?” you asked.

“well, i know a slut like you has a stash of toys around here somewhere. ah, here we go.” he opened your nightstand drawer and chuckled at the array of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and lube you had tucked away. he grabbed the thicker purple one you had, closing the drawer before returning to stand in front of you.

“take all this off for me.” he sat across from you on the ottoman that was near the foot of your bed with his legs spread. you licked your lips and began stripping of your clothing with no hesitation. you couldn’t help the arousal that was already leaking down your thigh from the way he was looking down at you, hungry eyes waiting to devour you. almost entirely naked in front of him, only your lace thong remained, a dark patch forming as you squeezed your thighs together. getou didn’t speak, only shooting you glare, silently berating you for still wearing underwear. you took the hint and disposed of them, biting you lip as the air hit your glistening heat, the cold causing your nipples to perk up.

“atta girl.” getou stood up and took a few steps towards you, his bulge directly at eye level with you. your mouth watered as he unbuckled his belt and removed it. he grinned, knowing you were getting excited at the thought of wrapping your lips around his fat cock. but to your dismay, his cock stayed tucked away as he wrapped his belt around your neck, tightening it enough to just barely squeeze your throat, but not tight enough to cut your air off completely. you gasped, looking up at him with those pleading eyes, but he didn’t let up.

he reached for the belt you had on with your shorts and tied your hands behind your back with it, crouching down in front of you as he watched you squirm.

“suguru, not fair!” you whined, poking your bottom lip out. “wanna touch you, please.”

“you haven’t earned it, honey. let’s see…” he trailed off, his fingers ghosting over your clit. you gulped, looking away from him as his fingers ran up and down your slit, collecting your arousal on them. “you’re already this wet? hm. yeah, you can ride your little toy, can’t you?” his question wasn’t so much a question, but more a demand as he suctioned the dildo on the hardwood floor in between your thighs.

“can i please have your cock instead?” you begged, but getou pulled on the belt around your throat, silencing you.

“did i stutter? be a good little slut and ride it.” he let go off the belt and stood up to his full height. you did as you were told and mounted the plastic dick, sinking down onto it, moaning at the burning stretch of your walls. it had been a while since you had used this toy in particular, so adjusting was a bit more difficult than usual.

“that’s it, baby. keep going.” you began bouncing up and down on the toy, mewling as it pushed past your walls, the slight curve hitting your g spot. your essence covered the base of the dildo, glimmering under the lights in your room. you moaned out, rotating your hips to hit deeper inside, eyes watering at the blissful sensation as you continued riding.

getou tugged on the belt that was wrapped around your throat, the lack of oxygen only aiding your orgasm. tears streamed down your cheeks as you continued bouncing up and down on your dildo, never breaking eye contact with him as you moaned loudly.

“so fucking pathetic. i broke a slut like you without even touching you.” he laughed in your face, watching you flutter your eyes shut as you neared your orgasm, your cunt clenching around the toy. “a pathetic fucking slut. say it.” you felt a harsh sting hit your cheek, getou’s hand hitting your face caused more tears to sting at your eyes.

“‘m just a pathetic slut!” you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body began to spasm in his hold, feeling yourself reach your climax, but your world came crashing down within an instant. Your eyes shot open, realizing getou had pulled the dildo out of your sopping hole. tears spilled out from your eyes, bottom lip quivering as you looked at the glistening toy held in his hands.

“aw, someone’s upset they didn't get to cum? Is that what you wanted, honey? You wanted to make yourself cum?” getou mocked, grinning as he watched you writhe and try to maneuver yourself out of the belt binding your hands behind your back.

“suguru, please! wanna cummm!” you sobbed, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the building pressure in your core. He hummed to himself before shoving the dildo into your mouth, watching you gag harshly at the sudden intrusion.

“that’s right, baby. clean up your fucking mess.” he goaded, holding your head in place as he fucked your throat with your own toy, mesmerized by the erotic sight of your saliva dripping down onto your breasts. you squeezed your eyes shut as you coughed around the toy, struggling to swallow around it and take it any further, but getou was determined for you to take the whole thing. he squeezed the back of your neck, praising you as you finally managed to fit all of it inside of your mouth for a few seconds before he pulled it out, leaving you gasping for air.

“you can’t even fit all of this in your mouth? well, how ya’ gonna take all of me?” he faux pouted, squishing your cheeks together to open your mouth before spitting onto your tongue. you moaned, swallowing his saliva and rocking back and forth on your heels.

“i wanna try.” you mumbled, looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“that’s adorable, honey. you won’t be able to take it all,” getou chuckled.

“y-yes i can. i can take it. pleasepleaseplease, suguru. i’ll be a good girl.” you nodded your head rapidly with glossy eyes, trying your best to reassure him that you could take all of him.

“i don’t think you deserve it. now where’s that damn vibrator?” he cooed, looking around your room until he spotted your pink wand vibrator laying on your nightstand. you whined as he crossed the room to grab it, pleading with him to just split you in half with his cock, but he ignored you. he lifted you off of the ground and tossed you onto the bed on your stomach, lifting your ass up in the air. before you even had a chance to react, vibrations shot up through your core as he pressed the vibrator to your swollen clit. you dug your face into the sheets, crying out as your tight hole clenched around nothing.

“you’re not gonna cum. do you understand?” you only managed to nod your head before getou delivered a sharp slap to your ass, jolting your body forward as you yelped.

“yes, suguru! i won’t cum!” you wailed, digging your fingernails into the palms of your hands that were still restrained behind your back. your arousal dripped down your thigh as getou turned the wand up, your mouth gaping open as your cunt spasmed.

“fuck, this pussy is so pretty, baby. i hope it tastes as good as it looks.” getou crouched down behind you, groping your ass and spreading it open, placing the vibrator directly on your clit before licking one long stripe up your slit. you shuddered as his tongue came in contact with your heat, the wet muscle working inside of your cunt. you moaned out, arching your back and pushing your ass against his mouth as he lapped up your juices, working in sync with the vibrator.

“mmmph—suguru, fuck! i c-can’t!” you sighed, your eyes crossing and tongue lolling out as he turned the vibrator setting up once again. he spanked your ass with his free hand, moaning in between your thighs at the sweet taste of your essence, massaging the flesh of your backside.

“yes, you can. if you want daddy’s cock, you can.” he muttered into your folds, his tongue wiggling in and out of you as he applied more pressure to your clit. your legs trembled as you your cunt contracted around his tongue, trying to stave off of your orgasm just at the thought of having getou buried inside of you. you were losing your mind, thoughts spinning in your head as getou’s assail on your cunt continued.

“can i p-please—fuuuck—can i please cum?” you pleaded as you attempted to inch away from the man. he grabbed your waist and pulled you back with a death like grip on your hips, burying his face in your cunt as he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting. the air was knocked from your lungs and you forgot how to form sentences, the stimulation becoming too much for you to handle.

“don’t fucking run from me. if you can’t take this, you can’t take my cock.” his hand brutally slapped your ass three times while he feasted on you like the last supper, slurping up your juices and spitting on your cunt, rubbing the vibrator on your poor little clit. “you still want daddy’s cock, don’t you?” you were drooling on the sheets, whispering “yes, daddy” over and over again, since those were the only two words your fucked out brain could manage to spew out.

getou hummed, experimenting as his thumb pressed against your puckered hole, letting it barely sink inside. you shook your head, knowing that if he pressed inside of your tight ass, you’d cum then and there.

“n-no. ‘s too much! let me-“ you halted mid sentence, your nails drawing blood from how hard they dug into your palm. your legs gave out as getou’s thumb bullied its way inside of your ass, holding it like an anchor. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body seized. you were so close to the edge, your orgasm clouding your mind.

“take it.” he pulled back from your cunt and spit in your asshole, sliding his thumb in and out before returning to your cunt. you shook your head no, smothering your face in the sheets to muffle your strained cries. “be a good girl and take it.”

“c-cum. p-please.” you stuttered, your voice just barely audible, flexing your hands behind your back to distract yourself from the pressure. getou turned the vibrator off and pulled away from your cunt, your slick decorating the lower half of his face. you collapsed onto the bed

“you think you deserve daddy’s cock now?” getou pulled on his belt that was still wrapped around your throat, lifting you back up. your mascara smeared on your cheeks and swollen lips parted, your eyes hanging low.

“yes, i’ll be good ‘n take it everythin’ you give me.” you panted out, almost too dazed to speak.

“everything, huh?” he smirked, his eyes darkening. “you might regret that, honey. satoru! c’mere.” your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at the doorway, the white haired man that you were practically drooling over earlier leaning against the doorframe.

“hi, sweet pea. miss me already?” gojo grinned, crossing the threshold to enter your bedroom. you swore he left when everyone else did, so how did he get in?

“h-how did y—“

“i left the door unlocked for him. you didn’t think i would keep you all to myself now, did you? not after you were practically dry humping satoru a few hours ago.” getou slid the belt off of your neck, rubbing your nape as you gawked up at gojo who was now towering over you, the bulge in his pants mere centimeters away from your face.

your cheeks ran hot, remembering rubbing your cunt up against gojo’s thigh as you sat in his lap, quietly getting yourself off while everyone was preoccupied with drinking games. however, getou was watching you from your kitchen. watching you muffle your moans with gojo’s shoulder. watching your eyes glaze over as you finally came, nuzzling your face into his neck. you remembered gojo’s slender fingers groping your ass as he whispered obscenities in your ear, telling you how he’d absolutely wreck you later on for being such a needy whore. he’d ruin you for leaving a wet patch on his pants because you were so drunk, you couldn’t contain yourself.

“such a pretty thing.” gojo pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down before sliding it in between your lips. you sucked around the digit, looking up at him through your lashes. “you’re going to do what i say, right? be a good girl and do whatever suguru and i ask of you, right?” you nodded, feeling getou’s hands prop up your backside and arch your back. gojo’s thumb pressed down on your tongue, causing you to gag before he pulled it from your mouth, a string of spit connecting from your lip. suddenly, you felt something cold press against your puckered hole, eyes widening as something thick squeezed its way into your ass. you yelped out, falling forward as your arms gave out under you. getou chuckled behind you, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip as he sunk the lube covered heart shaped jewel butt plug further into your ass.

“sugu—haaah—fuck!” you cried out as gojo shushed you, stroking your hair before pressing his fingers into your scalp and yanking your head upwards. his cock twitched in his pants looking at your mouth gape open and your eyes crossing at the intrusion in your ass.

“open.” gojo demanded. you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out as he hucked a glob of spit onto your tongue, his free hand unbuttoning his pants to free his cock. “keep it right there for me. keep that tongue out.” his cock sprung out from his boxers, his hand gripping the base as he slapped it on your tongue a few times. you moaned out, drool pooling out of your open mouth as getou finally pushed the entire plug inside of you.

“look at this filthy fucking ass, satoru. never thought a slut like her would be so tight.” getou spanked your ass three times, leaving reddened handprints on your cheeks. your eyes watered at the stinging sensation, the tip of gojo’s cock resting on your tongue. you whined, fighting the urge to swallow gojo whole, your poor cunt feeling neglected from all the attention on your asshole. arousal dropped down your thigh as getou tugged on the plug, pulling it out halfway before pushing it back inside.

gojo pulled his cock from your mouth before glaring down at you. “spit on it.” your mouth hovered over his cock, decorating his length with the saliva he’d spit in your mouth a few moments earlier. your lips wrapped around us tip, flicking your tongue against the slit, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking his tip like a vacuum.

“shiiit—you nasty bitch. you can do better than that.” he pushed your head down to the base, his cock prodding at the back of your throat while you coughed and gagged around his length, your nose pressed up against his lower abdomen. your eyes watered as he bobbed your head up and down him, forcing you to fit all of him inside of your mouth. “breathe through your nose. you can take it,” he cooed.

getou slapped your folds with the tip of his cock, teasing you before sinking halfway into your wet heat from behind. his hands grabbed your hips, bending his leg up on the bed to fuck you. you moaned around gojo’s length, bucking your hips as getou continued his descent into your cunt, hissing as you spasmed around his length.

“squeezing me too fucking good, fucking slut. how many times did you touch yourself to the thought of me filling you up like this?” getou spat, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he finally thrusted his hips forward, slamming the rest of his cock into your hole. gojo’s cock slipped out of your mouth, a throaty yelp escaping your lips, followed by high pitched whimpers as getou slowly thrusted in and out of you, almost taking his length out of you completely before slowly sinking back into you, forcing you to feel every inch, ridge, and vein of his cock.

“suguruuu, i can’t! just fuck me, please.” you begged, attempting to push at getou’s abdomen with your hands still bound behind your back. getou took the opportunity to grab your clawing hands, pulling them closer to his body to arch your back even more.

“i’m not fucking you? you don’t feel my cock stretching you out baby? i thought you were gonna be a good girl and take what give you?” getou mocked, faux pouting as he continued his agonizing pace, slowly fucking you and just grazing your g spot. tears welled in your eyes as your mouth hung open, cunt spasming every time his cock brushed against your sweet spot. you hung your head low, cunt aching for getou to ram in and out of you like a madman.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop sucking my cock. c’mon.” gojo flared his nostrils while looking down at your lewd expression, rutting his hips back into your mouth. you choked on his cock, swallowing around his length as you sucked him dry to muffle your cries. he threw his head back letting out a low groan as his cock twitched in your mouth, his hand holding your neck in place as he fucked your throat.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou rammed his hips into you with more rigor, his tip prodding against your cervix with each thrust. he toyed with your butt plug, tugging at it and cursing under his breath at the sight.

“i don’t think any of those other cornballs you’ve fucked could make you—hah—make you feel this good, baby, hm? don’t you agree?” getou grunted, watching in awe as his cock disappeared inside of you, a ring of white cream forming at the base. you moaned around gojo’s length, shaking your head no as best as you could with his cock down your throat.

“you tryna milk me dry, y/n? fuck.” gojo moaned, cerulean eyes boring into yours as you continued sucking him off, coughing as he forced you all the way down once more. “shit…i’m gonna cum.”

you took his warning as a green light, hollowing out your cheeks and vacuuming his cock, your tongue running along the underside of his length. gojo’s jaw dropped, watching saliva pool out of your mouth, his cock pulsating in your mouth, the overwhelming sensation of your warm mouth enveloping his cock bringing him to his limit.

getou stopped thrusting into you, hips stilling inside of you as he smacked your ass. “c’mon, slut. bounce on daddy’s dick. don’t act like you don’t know what to do.” you began throwing your ass back on getou, your hips meeting his with the lewd sounds of skin slapping filling the room. getou’s cock dragged along your walls, his tip finally hitting your g spot since he’d entrusted you to set your own pace as you bounced on his dick.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck. be a good slut and swallow all my fucking cum.” gojo pushed your head down, shooting his load down your throat as his legs shook, his thick cum trickling down the back of your throat. you moaned at his warmth, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue. you released his cock from your mouth with a loud pop, bringing your lips right back to his tip and flicking your tongue on the slit, sucking only the tip. gojo furrowed his brows, your mouth sucking every last drop of his cum out. you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching as getou slapped your ass over and over, mesmerized by the way your ass rippled each time your hips met his.

you grinned, watching gojo look down at you in disgust as you licked the underside of his length, moving down to take his balls into your mouth and suck.

“oh fu—oh my god, fucking disgusting s-slut.” gojo stuttered, practically shoving you off of him, the overstimulation becoming too much. you lazily giggled, biting your bottom lip as you moaned. getou’s hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting again, moving even faster and penetrating you deeper than before.

“nnngh—suguru wait.” you cried out, not ready for the sudden change of pace. getou smirked, your cries only coaxing on his roughness. gojo’s hand swiped across your face before grabbing it and forcing you to look at him. he noticed your low whimpers and your bottom lip tucked into your mouth.

“mmm, you fucking like that don’t you? you like when i handle you just like this, don’t you?” gojo cooed, his hand coming back to tap your face. you nodded, eyes crossing as getou’s fingers found your clit, drawing circles on the swollen nub.

“yeah, she fucking likes it. this pretty pussy squeezes my cock whenever you hit her like that.” getou grunted, gritting his teeth as he staved off his orgasm until you came. “keep squeezing me just like that, baby, shit.” you felt his cock pulsate and twitch inside of you, your cunt gripping him as he continued thrusting into your g spot.

“suguru, pleaseee. can i cummm?” you mewled, eyes meeting gojo’s once more as your legs shook, cunt clenching in search of release. getou groaned, his fingers worked relentlessly on your clit as tears spilled down your face.

“ask satoru, honey. ask satoru if you can cum on daddy’s cock.”

“‘toru, c-can i please?” you whined, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“be a good slut and cream all over suguru’s cock.” gojo leaned down, his lips grazing against yours. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou’s cock hammered inside of you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. you cried out, cunt spasming around his length as euphoria showered your body. your arousal sprayed onto the sheets below as your body convulsed, incoherent babbles escaping your lips. the two men watched in awe as your spent body trembled, getou chasing his own release while you hit the end of your orgasm. his hips stuttered as he painted your insides white, his seed spilling out of your hole after he pulled out. your chest rose and fell quickly as you caught your breath, collapsing onto the bed as getou released your hips.

“doin’ so good for us.” getou praised, taking a seat next to you on the bed. his hand gently stroked your back before lifting you up and setting you on his lap, leaning back on the headboard. “spread those legs, let satoru see how pretty your cunt looks with my cum dripping out of you.” you languidly opened your legs, cunt on full display in front of gojo as getou’s seed seeped out of your clenching hole. you rolled your head back onto getou’s shoulder, his hands gripping the insides of your thigh to pry them open even more.

“don’t get sleepy now. we’re not done, baby.” gojo leaned closer to your body, taking two fingers and slipping them inside of your cunt to plug getou’s leaking seed. you writhed, moaning at his fingers scissoring inside of you. getou chuckled, leaving chaste kisses on your neck while massaging your thighs. gojo pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them to your lips. you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his digits in, sucking getou’s cum off of them.

“i know you want more. the way you’re sucking on my fingers like the insatiable whore you are.” you moaned around his fingers at his degrading words, your cunt clenching and spilling out the seed that gojo had just stuffed back into you. his fingers left your mouth as he lined himself up with your entrance before plunging into your wetness, groaning at your cunt wrapping around him. you arched off of getou’s chest, mewling at his cock moving deep inside of you.

“shit, you didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt.” satoru gasped, slamming his hips into you with abandon. he couldn’t control himself the moment his cock sank inside of you, your velvety walls sucking him.

“f-fuck, ‘toru it—“ you interrupted your sentence with a gasp as getou pulled the butt plug out of your ass, his free hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing at the sides.

“i think this pretty ass is ready to be fucked, hm?” getou turned your head to side, crashing his lips onto yours as you moaned in his mouth. he lifted your hips up and pried your hole open with his cock, slowly sinking you back down until he was fully bottomed out. gojo’s thrusts had paused, being so kind as to allow you to adjust to this foreign feeling. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you squirmed in between them. gojo was longer, but getou was thicker. gojo was deeper inside of you, but getou’s girth was painfully stretching out your ass.

“i can’t. ‘s too much.” you whimpered, pushing off of getou with your hands behind your back, but getou wasn’t having it. his grip on your throat tightened, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

“aw, what happened to taking what i give you? weren’t you beggin’ for my cock earlier? well, you got it now. be. grateful.” he accompanied both of his last two words with harsh thrusts up into your ass, grunting at how tight your unused hole was. you wailed out and nodded, tears rolling down your eyes at the intensity.

“y-yes. ‘m grateful for both of your cocks. feel so full.” you squeezed your eyes shut, heart beating inside of your chest as two resumed thrusting in and out of you. gojo pushed your knees to your chest to fuck into you deeper, moaning as his cock dragged along your walls, rubbing against getou’s cock buried deep into your ass. your ankles were next to your ears, getou’s hands holding your ass and gojo’s pressing the back of your knees to your chest.

“you look so pretty like this. stuffed full of both of our cocks, and look. can see my cock in your tummy, baby.” gojo pressed his forehead on yours, both of you looking down in between your bodies at the bulge that appeared in your stomach with every thrust. your mouth fell open and your cunt spasmed at the sight, unable to peel your eyes away from it as you whimpered.

the way their cocks split you in half was maddening. their thrusts alternated, always keeping you full no matter what hole. it was mind fucking and your head was spinning in circles from the stimulation.

“gonna—gonna cum!” you moaned, tongue lolling out of your mouth as they both continued assaulting your cunt faster. getou slapped your thigh as he held it, fingers digging into your flesh as your ass continued sucking him in, feeling impossibly tight around him.

both men’s grunts and groans were melodic, sounding like music to your ears which aided to your impending climax. you tensed up, body freezing up as euphoria shot through your entire body, cunt twitching as you came. your essence sprayed onto gojo’s lower abdomen as you rode out your high, mind blanking.

you closed your eyes for what you thought was a few seconds, but as you opened your eyes, you found yourself pressed against getou’s chest as he held you up by your knees with your legs spread wide open. he leaned against the wall, peeking over your shoulder at gojo who was kneeling in between your legs. you didn’t remember switching positions, mind still fuzzy from your orgasm. had you gone unconscious?

you jolted in getou’s hold as gojo licked one long strip up your slit, gathering all of your cum and his on his tongue.

“wh—“ you rested your head on getou’s shoulder as he whispered praises in your ear, reassuring you that you could give them another couple orgasm because you’re their good girl. gojo lapped up your arousal, sucking on your clit while he stroked his own dick, moaning in between your legs. after he was done feasting, he stood up and squeezed your cheeks together, your lips parting just enough for him to slowly spit some of your cum and his into your mouth. getou cursed at the nasty scene in front of him, watching you obediently swallow the cum.

“that’s a good fucking girl.” gojo cooed, smiling as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“need more, please.” you begged, wriggling in getou’s hold anxiously, needing to feel as full as you did moments ago. it was addicting and you needed more.

“turn her around.” gojo told getou as he licked his lips, eyes focused on your dripping cunt. you whined as getou placed you on the ground only to spin you around facing him. he lifted you up by your thighs as gojo pressed his chest against your back, his cock pressing into your lower back.

“tell us what you want, baby.” getou’s cock prodded at your entrance, teasing you as you whimpered, glossy eyes peering up at him.

“want you both to stuff all of my holes, please. want you to cum inside of me & make me yours.” it was almost pathetic how needy you were for these two men. of all the partners you had been with, none of them held a candle to getou and gojo. the pair talked down on you like you were street garbage, but fucked you like it was their last time to show you how much they adored you. you absolutely loved it.

“like this?” gojo’s cock slowly disappeared into your ass while getou did the same in your cunt. almost immediately after they bottomed out, you felt the need to cum. this new position allowed their cocks to penetrate deeper inside of you than before.

“ohhhh god.” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as your head dropped onto gojo’s shoulder. the men began pounding into you relentlessly, showing no remorse. they hadn’t been so kind as to allow you to adjust before they started their assail. you couldn’t even moan, only uttering pathetic whimpers and choked out gasps, the breath constantly being knocked out of your lungs. any sentences you tried to form were reduced to broken words and stutters, your brain struggling to keep up with the intensity. your legs were flailing around in the air over getou’s arms, moving like jello with every thrust. you couldn’t even register the degrading things gojo and getou were saying to you, far too deep in bliss to understand, only recognizing the grunts and groans falling from their lips.

“you still with us, sweet pea? or did we flip a switch in that empty brain of yours?” gojo teased, hissing at your tight hole squeezing him in, his cock rubbing against getou’s through your thin walls.

“nnngh—uh huh.” you mewled, excitedly bouncing up and down on their cocks to meet their harsh thrusts. your cunt continuously contracting around getou’s cock, his furious thrusts and throbbing cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. you knew you wouldn’t last long with them ramming into you like this, but you had little to no warning when an orgasm washed over you, body twitching and back arching as your arousal gushed out of you. you swore you came for more than two minutes, muscles spasming and legs shaking as gojo and getou continued plunging into you while they chased their own release.

getou came first, filling up your asshole with his load while sucking on your neck, leaving his mark on your body. gojo followed shortly after, painting your walls white with his seed, moaning out your name as his hips stilled. the three of you stayed in this same position for a few moments, collecting yourselves and gathering the energy to move.

“fucking best pussy i’ve ever had. i can see why everyone raves on about you.” gojo chuckled, placing kisses on your neck and collarbone while getou did the same on the other side.

“i think we might have to keep you for ourselves. keep you as our own personal slut. i don’t want anyone else touching this pussy.” getou reached behind your back, removing the belt binding your hands together. a wave of relief washed over you as you felt your wrists being freed. you brought your hands out from behind your back and laced your fingers through both men’s hair, sighing out in pleasure as both their lips were attached to your neck, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin. you nodded, gasping as getou and gojo slipped their cocks out of you, their cum dribbling out of your fucked out holes while they gently let you down. your legs just about gave out from how sore they were, cunt aching as you wobbled over to your bed. you collapsed on the sheets, sighing out as you rolled onto your back, looking at gojo and getou standing at the end of the bed.

“hope we didn’t go too hard on you, sweet pea.” gojo took a seat on the bed next to you, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb before bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss. you shook your head and lazily smiled with your eyes still shut.

“was really good,” you mumbled, looking over at getou who was throwing his clothes back on. your eyebrows furrowed as you sat up a bit, wondering why he was getting dressed. you knew they wouldn’t stay long, but you didn’t think he’d be leaving this early.

“sugy, where you going?” you asked, your bottom lip quivering. gojo chuckled to himself, laying down next to you.

“i’m not leaving if that’s what you were wondering. i figured you’d be hungry so i was gonna grab something to eat for us. we can watch a movie or something when i get back.” he reassured, walking over to you and giving you a quick peck as he stroked your hair. you exhaled, not realizing you were holding your breath the entire time.

“he told you, you’re ours now. we wouldn’t leave you high and dry like that. now come on, i’ll let you rest a little before suguru comes back.” gojo pulled you down to his chest, his finger running up and down your bare spine as getou left. you smiled as you drifted off to sleep with gojo’s hands roaming your body.

gojo looked down at your sleeping body and hummed to himself, glad that he and suguru had finally made you theirs. though before today, you had never even gave gojo a second glance, gojo was always in the background. getou’s several failed attempts and sleazy schemes had finally paid off. you would only spread your legs for them and no one else.

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𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄), 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒅, 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 (𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒅) 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 (𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 27, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒊𝒔 21 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒔 22), 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒎𝒙𝒇𝒙𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 (𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕

𝑾𝑪: 10.9𝑲 (𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒍)

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Embarrassed. 

You experience this while sitting on your bed behind the curtain, holding one of your dildos. You were struggling to process what had just transpired while exhaling heavily and deeply.

“Why are you hiding, Mrs. Sakamoto?”

Why did he even try to communicate with you? Did he not humiliate you enough?  you asked yourself the questions as you grabbed your wet towel on your bed.

“Come on, the show was only beginning. We want to watch you squirt on that machine once more, so come back,” he teased. “I had no idea you could squirt that much.”

You responded, wiping the sweat that was dripping from your forehead, "That would be improper Gojo-kun."

"How so," the friend enquired. "How is it improper? Aren't you the one that left your windows slightly open? It appears as though you wanted to be observed.”

You said, "No!" as you pulled back the curtain to reveal your neighbour, Gojo Satoru, a young man of 21 years, smiling broadly and staring directly at you. "The place was simply warm and I wanted some air,"

Geto Suguru, Gojo's friend, replied, placing his palm on his back, "I would be really astounded if it wasn't." The 22-year-old grinned as he saw you once more hide behind your curtains. “After all that squirting and crying, the room had to eventually become warm, right?”

You stammered, trying to further distance yourself from them, "N-no." You felt so foolish, my God. Why did you act rashly tonight? Were you really that desperate for your dildo machine to fuck you with your dildo that you forgot to close your windows? 

Fuck, this was a whole fucking mess. 

And to make matters worse, your neighbours started to settle in on the windowsills while they waited for you to get back to your place, which was on your knee, your ass spread wide, and your sex machine fucking your soaked pussy with your dildo. 

“Come back, Mrs. Sakamoto, we want to hear your pretty moans once again,” Gojo urged with a hint of humour.

Geto remarked, "We want to watch you cream all over that gorgeous pink dildo you've got in your hands."

You addressed him with, "That indecent Geto-kun." "My husband wouldn't appreciate it if he found out that I saw you two staring at me," You said.

Gojo laughed as he threw his head back at this. Geto quickly adopted after. You were perplexed as to what exactly made what you just stated amusing. If your spouse found out, they may face terrible consequences, as you are aware. So why were they laughing?

“What husband?” Gojo enquired while laughing more. You peeked out from behind the drapes to take in his face. “You mean your absent-minded hubby, right?”

Geto answered, "I guess she meant her husband that fucks another lady inside their bedroom every other weekend," in response. You scowled when you noticed that they were both laughing again. “Her unfaithful spouse, who prefers stray pussies to his gorgeous wife's pretty and fat pussy.”

"I believe she is aware of that. If she didn't, wouldn't she be engaging in sexual activity with her husband instead of that sex machine?" Gojo enquired of his friend.

Geto said, before turning to gaze at you, "I think so." He swept his long, black mane behind his back while you watched, then looked into your eyes. “Look, honey, I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything, but to be quite honest, I couldn't give a damn if you went ahead and told that little husband of yours that you caught us staring at his wife.”

Gojo leaned his hand on his knee and looked at you, saying, "He's right, mama." He observed your severe frown. He was beginning to regret bringing up your cheating husband in that way. You obviously already knew this. But with him being so young and having such an immature, mocking, and domineering attitude, all he needed to say was something to get you angry. To witness you stuff your fat pussy with that toy once more, he had to say something. "Right now, we just want to see you squirt all over your toy.”

You finally shut your curtains in their faces and yelled, "Fuck you both." How could they bring up such a sensitive subject. You were unaware that they were aware your husband was an adulterer. However, they had no right to put your affairs in your face in that manner. With you, they've gone too far. They have the arrogance to treat you with such disrespect after having already embarrassed, humiliated, and shamed you. You're not sure if you'll be able to talk to them the same way you used to after what just happened.

You enjoyed having them as neighbours and thought they were great company. Despite the fact that they occasionally acted touchy and flirtatious. But after what happened tonight, you're no longer so confident about them. 

You gently got out of bed to take apart the machine, sighing loudly as you did so. After finishing that, you hid the device in your closet behind a pair of your old shoes. You quickly collected up your toys and tucked them away in your drawer before rushing to the bathroom to take a shower.

You took your time getting ready and bathed as you pondered what just happened. You were having so much fun playing around with yourself when you heard a male moan followed by a mutter, "If she keeps squirting like that, I know I'm going to cum in my pants.”

“Fuck. Look how lovely her pussy is. To be that damn toy," you overheard someone else say. You can still picture your young neighbours Gojo and Geto looking at you from their window while biting their lips when you turn around. 

Never before in your life have you hid so quickly. You felt humiliated because they witnessed you enjoying yourself via their window. The fact that you saw them peering out your window humiliated you even more.

You were angry with them for treating you so disrespectfully. It's possible that you treated them too leniently or that you failed to put any restrictions for them. Perhaps they thought it was okay to speak to you in such an arrogant manner because of how relaxed you appeared to be around them. They were 6 years your junior. Consequently, you had assumed that they would regard you in some way. But your assumptions were incorrect.

What are you going to do now? 

Meanwhile… 

As he bounced back inside his bedroom and regarded his friend, Gojo grinned to himself. “We made a mistake, didn't we?”

“You think?” Geto laughed as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. “Tomorrow, we should apologise,” he said in a grave manner.

“What do you apologise for?” Gojo questioned as he observed Geto also take out a lighter from his pocket. “I won't apologise for looking, I promise.”

"I'm not referring to that moron. We need to apologise for what we said about her husband. The neighbourhood knows of her husband's adulterous activities, but we had no right to publicly shame her,” Geto stated to his close friend. “I get that we were having fun teasing her, but we went a little too far.”

Gojo let out a small sigh in recognition that his best friend had spoken the truth. Tomorrow, they have to make it up to you. In either direction. "Okay, then."

…

Since the incident, a few days had gone by, and Gojo and Geto still hadn't had a chance to apologise to you. Or perhaps it appeared more like you were trying to avoid them. 

Every time they would emerge from their home to speak with you, you swiftly went back inside. You stopped giving them your homemade meals and pastries. You even blocked calls from your number to theirs. The window to your bedroom had been permanently closed off from their view.

Though they were aware of your anger at what had transpired, they hadn't counted on you to be this angry. They were starting to regret what they had said to you. They detest the manner in which you currently handle them. They were eager to win back your favour, but they needed to find a strategy for winning your forgiveness for what they had said to you. 

So after another few days of planning and putting everything together, the Friday evening of the same week was when they decided that they were going to get you to forgive them no matter what. 

Friday Evening…

Your husband's daughter Akio was staring at you on the phone and asked, "He's gone again isn't he?”

“Yes, he claimed he needed to travel to Peru for work, but I know he's lying. He's dragging that chick on vacation,” you retorted with a heaving sigh.

Your stepdaughter groaned loudly as well before grinning dejectedly at you. “I'm sorry you had to deal with this mum.”

"Mum? Stop calling that. Keep in mind that I am around 4 years younger than you. I'd really like it if you called me Y/N," you grinned at her.

“Never in a million years, mum,” chuckled Akio. You shook your head at her and laughed. “I'll call you in the morning.”

You said, "Okay sweetie," and hung up. You had a great love for Akio. At first, you were taken aback by how encouraging she was of your bond with her father. And you were appreciative of that. Additionally, you were even more appreciative that she was there to console you whenever her father felt the need to cheat on you. She was there for you whenever you needed a friend. 

"All right, put Ashai Y/N out of your mind. Right now, your husband is not worthy of any of your thoughts,” you declared as you got up from your couch and walked to the kitchen. “It's time to prepare dinner. And then I can have a little fun tonight.”

A seafood paella may be nice. Inquiring, you asked. You went to get the supplies out of the cupboard and refrigerator. And then you soon began to cook. You heard a knock on your front door while you were making a stock for the rice.

You yelled out, "Who is it?" but got no response. Once more, you heard a knock. You asked, "Who's it?"

After a brief period of silence, the familiar voice "It's us Y/N" could be heard. Before returning to your dinner, you rolled your eyes and sighed deeply. Right now, you lack the energy to deal with them two. After all, you're still angry with them for the things they said to you that evening.

Gojo sighed loudly and then knocked on your door again from behind the locked door of your house.” Come on Mrs. Sakamoto, we just want to apologise for what we said to you that night.”

You rolled your eyes at them and said, "Oh really now."

"It was wrong of us to treat you with such disdain that evening. The initial tease was amusing, but we went a bit too far and would like to apologise,” Geto stated.

You said nothing in response to their apology. “Mrs. Sakamoto, please just come out and talk to us. I can smell your cooking from outside. We won’t leave until you come out and talk to us. We’ll sleep on your doorstep if we have to,” Gojo said while knocking at your door. 

“Come on out Mrs. Sakamoto,” Geto called. 

You sighed loudly as you rested your chopping knife on your cutting board and matched over to your front door. You yanked your front door open to see your young neighbours Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing there with a bouquet of flowers in their hands. 

They watched as you folded your arms over your chest as you stared up at them. “If I accept your apology, will you leave my home?” 

They shook their heads no and walked inside your home uninvited. You sighed heavily, like you said once before you did not have the energy to deal with them. So without another thought you went back to the kitchen to prepare your paella. 

They were seated around the kitchen island and they observed as you minced your sausages and veggie spices before turning their attention to cleaning the shrimp, mussels, and clams. "Smell good, Mrs. Sakamoto. What's on the menu?” 

You just replied, "Seafood Paella," gathering all the ingredients into a big bowl.

Gojo moaned, "I can already taste it on my tongue." Gojo stood up from his chair and walked cautiously up to your stove. “Oh, Su, it's so lovely.”

You stepped towards Gojo and pushed him away from the stove while complaining, "Can you move."

He protested, "Come on, I just want to see what smells so nice." You let out a long sigh and turned your back on him.

“Sato, enough already. Remember that we came here to apologise? We really aren't here to irritate her.” Gojo rolled his eyes since he knew his best friend was correct. "I am aware of the delicious aroma of the meal, and I am also certain that she will invite her charming and attractive neighbours to join her for dinner. Let's simply sit and behave for the time being.” 

“Ugh, fine,” Gojo mumbled as he sat back down on the stool around the kitchen island. “By the way Mrs. Sakamoto we’re really sorry for what we said that night though.”

Geto took the bouquets in his hands and said, "Yeah, we really are, and I hope these flowers can also serve as a part of our apology." He then got out of his chair, walked over to where you were, and handed you the flowers.  

While taking the flowers out of his hand, you sighed quietly. “Thank you; nevertheless, just because I've forgiven you doesn't mean I'll absolve you.”

“Huh?” Geto said as he regarded you in complete bewilderment.

You placed the flowers on the counter, then returned to preparing the rest of your supper. "You didn't apologise for observing me that night," you added. 

“But why would we?” You gave Gojo a dirty look as he inquired.

“Satoru?” Geto cautioned.

“What? Simply put, I'm curious." He questioned, "Why should we apologise? I won't apologise for staring at you, I promise. I mean, you looked great doing it, and I wouldn't mind seeing you do it again."

His words slightly burned your cheeks, but you didn't let it get to you. “Just be quiet so I can concentrate on preparing my meal. Or else tonight's paella will be burned for you both.” 

“Yes, ma'am,” Gojo responded. They both remaining silent for the remainder of the time made you glad. You used the quiet period to gather your thoughts. It was pleasant having someone around to keep you company while your husband was away with a lady who wasn't you. 

It was lovely to have them over to keep you company, even though you were still a little pissed off with them. In the end, they were both hilarious, understood how to have a good time, and could carry on a great conversation.

Despite all of that, you were unsure of how to engage them in a typical discussion now that they had witnessed what they weren't allowed to. We do understand. You should have closed your windows instead of acting carelessly. And upon more reflection, you realised that it was entirely their fault for staring. Just consider it: they're young college boys who probably wouldn't pass up the chance to see a naked woman. And honestly, you felt some sort of emotion since they didn't pass up the chance to glance at you.

You told them, "Dinner's ready."

“Should I pick up our regular plates?” Geto asked as he came up behind you.

“Yes, upper shelves,” came the reply. “Please take the drink out of the refrigerator, Gojo-kun.”

He said, "Ok mommy," rising from his chair and moving toward the refrigerator.

You muttered under your breath, "Please, stop calling me mommy. You sound just like my step daughter."

“Never in a million years,” he laughed. You gave him a sidelong glance and then flipped the flame underneath the pot.

Geto presented you with his dish and said, "Here Mrs. Sakamoto." You shared his dinner on his plate and then gave it back to him, grinning a little. After that, he handed you Gojo's plate. Before giving it back to Geto, you shared his meal. Finally, you distribute your meal before proceeding to the kitchen island.

 Gojo reached for the glass cups and set them down next to the juice on the table. They each said, "Itadakimasu," and made a small bow before diving into their meal. 

Geto took a bite of the shrimp and remarked, "Wow, this is very good.

Gojo hummed in agreement as he drank the clam juice and then shoved a spoonful of rice into his lips. He ate his meal, wiggling his body like a young child, and you laughed.

You grabbed a napkin that was already on the table and wiped the corner of his lips while saying, "You're creating a mess, Gojo-kun."

He licked his lips and remarked, "I'm sorry, but the food tastes incredibly great."

“It's true, Mrs. Sakamoto, your husband is slacking off on this delectable lunch,” Geto added. He noticed the brief grimace that crossed your face before a false grin swiftly concealed it.

“Thank you; I'm happy you like it.” For the remainder of the meal, everyone ate quietly. Gojo offered to do the dishes after you had finished eating while Geto cleared the table. Even though you urged them not to worry about it, they persisted in doing it.

They insisted that it was simply another way for them to express their regret. The room fell silent as you all worked to clean the kitchen area. It was a very nice silence until someone interrupted it.

“Mrs. Sakamoto, where is your husband at the moment?” Geto inquired abruptly, folding the towels he had used to clean the table before coming over to you.

“Why do you want to know that?” you snarkily questioned.

“Answer a question with a question, Mrs. Sakamoto, not cool,” he chuckled. Simply rolling your eyes, you ignored him. “I guess I'm curious to some extent.”

“Why?” you asked. 

"Well, I want to know why in the name of God on earth would a man neglect such a beautiful woman as yourself." You could feel the heat rising across your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“N-na-nani?” 

"I'm curious—did you do something wrong? How come he won't make love to you? Why must you have sex with a sex device?” You were being moved toward the kitchen counter as he asked while doing so slowly. When your hands made touch with the cold, wet, marble counters, you gasped. “You had to irritate him somehow.”

"I concur, I do. A man wouldn't betray his wife if there was no good cause to."   Gojo added as he came up to both Geto and you. You looked up at them and started whimpering. Their piercing gaze made you feel tiny. And it's a shame that despite the fact that you are older than them, they still make you feel so little.

When Geto questioned you and you didn't answer, he pushed your head back and curled his fingers under your chin to cause a sensation. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

You've known your extremely attractive neighbours for years, and not once have they used your first name in conversation. You were typically referred to as mama or mommy by Gojo while Mrs. Sakamoto by Geto. You had goosebumps, though, as you heard him say your name like it belonged there.

You stumbled and tried to divert your head away from his stare, "It's none of your business," you said. After giving you a tongue click, he squeezed your chin harder to keep you gazing at him.

Gojo rubbed the soft skin of your cheeks with the back of his hand and said, "I suppose you're correct. Your business is not our business.”

“I just don't see why a man would cheat on a woman like you,” Geto countered.

"A woman exactly like me. What does that actually mean?” You grunted.

Geto's face brushed into yours, and a sly grin spread across it. “He has a gorgeous wife who, in my opinion, has a beautiful figure as well as a wonderful personality.”

Gojo hummed "Mhm" in agreement. “Beautiful body, for sure. You have the loveliest ass and the most gorgeous boobs.”

“Don't forget about that fat, wet, squirting pussy she's got there,” Geto said. Your whimpering became considerably louder as your body began to tremble. “If I were your husband, I wouldn't dare to be unfaithful to you. I would rather fuck you every day. Your pussy deserves an actual cock. Not a machine-attached, plastic dildo. We could offer you that cock, if you'd want.”

Gojo said, pulling his hand away from your face to play with your hair, "Mhm, mama, you deserve better than him." They could clearly see that you were trembling. Their recent conversation with you had an effect on you. You didn't know what it was; perhaps your husband's neglect of you was the root of it. But all of a sudden, your body felt warm. 

“As I'm sure you're aware, Y/N, Toru, and I have been keeping a watchful eye on you. You recall the day you came over to our place with freshly baked cookies while wearing a short summer dress.” Geto let go of your chin and placed both of his hands on your hips. "We've been watching you since that day," he muttered. "Y/N, you got our attention. We need you.”

Now that was something new. You were unaware that these two were drawn to you. It would make sense, though, given what you've just realised, why they always want your company.

It was understandable why Gojo would openly flirt with you in front of your spouse and why Geto would touch you in places that only your husband could touch. such as your hip or the area of your back that sits right below your ass. It also clarified why they were unafraid to converse with you in the manner that they do. You've never given it this much attention before, but they've admitted that they need you now. There was nothing else for you but to think about it.

A hand brushed up your exposed thighs, interrupting your ponderous thoughts. “That night, I know we couldn’t resisted you when we watched you having sex with the dildo machine. As I sat there and observed your pleasure, all I could think about was how much more efficient I am than a machine,” Gojo whispered in your ear. "We could fuck you so much better than that sex machine. Mama, we could make you squirt much more. I am aware that it has been a while since you last experienced a real cock within your pussy. For you, I would give my cock. Geto would undoubtedly love giving you his cock. What do you think, mama? Would you like to be fucked by our cocks?”

You clenched your thighs together and muttered, "Th-that would be wrong, Gojo-kun.” It wouldn't take long for you to become a sweaty, hot mess if they kept whispering dirty comments to you like this.

“Eh? It’s not though. I mean if your husband is cheating on you, wouldn’t you want to do the same to him?” Gojo asked, 

You muttered, "Two wrongs don't constitute a right.” The hand on your thigh moved up even more until it was resting directly below your ass. “Cheating is improper.”

“It is, but we’re offering you a good time, so come on, what’s the harm in that?” Gojo asked. “Just give us a chance to rock your world tonight and many other nights that are yet to come.”

“So how about it, Y/n?” Geto asked as he placed a kiss on your cheek. 

Their offer sounds a bit tempting. God what were you going to do. 

… 

You didn’t know how you ended up like this, but it was too late to turn back now. 

A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt Gojo’s lips working themselves along the side of your neck - gently sucking on your skin while his hands massaged your boobs. “Shit,” you whispered when he bit and sucked into your skin - pulling the flesh between his teeth and groaning at how sweet you tasted for him. 

The soft sounds that left your lips made their cocks twitch with excitement. “Your moans are even prettier to hear up close,” Geto whispered as he hooked his fingers under your chin and turned your face towards his. 

"Geto-kun," you mumbled. The corner of his mouth twisted up into a smile as he slowly drew his lips up to yours. He kissed you in the manner in which your spouse had never kissed you—that is, softly, lovingly, moistly, passionately, and breathily. He wasn't attempting to win the argument; instead, he wanted to draw you together and share a single breath, feeling, or eternal and passionate moment. Your cheeks began to heat up as his tongue stroked them in a swift, thrilling, and delicious manner. Later, he developed a tougher, more persistent tongue that was more enthused by the fire within and more interested in finding the mysterious molten fire that flowed through both of them. 

Gojo muttered as he pulled away from your neck, "I'm becoming jealous, mommy, I want a kiss too.” His fingers tightened around your chin, yanked you away from Geto, and his lips struck yours violently, as if he were attempting to flatten and obliterate your mouth. With your mouth open and tongue slicing through his tight-gritted teeth to the moist interior, you retreated with hunger. You tightened your hold on his head, as if to prevent him from escaping, and his smooth skin scraped against her supple cheeks. Your tongues sparred back and forth like wrestlers, each attempting to pin the other, as you moved your mouth against his. 

Gojo gave you a few quick lip licks before he pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his. He watched as you gasped for air and then opened your eyes to face him. He gives them a tight squeeze as his hands move from your thighs to your breast. Geto smiled at your weak attempt to hold back a loud moan by biting your lips. “Can I see your pretty tits, mama?” Gojo asked as he placed a kiss on your cheek. 

You reached for him, pulled him down so you could kiss him again, and you gave him a nice head shake. Gojo smiled against your lips, reaching up to rip your shirt open. Your nipples had become firm, and you gasped when the chilly air hit them. “Oh fuck,” Geto whispered. The rest of your clothing was strewn over the sofa as Gojo withdrew from you. You swivelled your head from one face to the other to observe how both of them bit into their lips as they leisurely admired your boobs. Geto hummed as he started to fondle your left boob with his palm, saying, "So soft." 

"So perfect.” Gojo mumbled, dipping his head to take your nipple in his mouth, "Too bad Mr. Sakamoto won't get to play with mommy's tits again.” You felt him wrap his wet tongue around your breast and gently bite it with his teeth, which made you scream and arch into his mouth. He sucked and savoured the flavour of your soft boobs as you watched with blushes burning with embarrassment. And as you listened to him more, you became even more aroused. Your pussy was starting to get wet. 

Geto yanked Gojo's head from your nipple and hurriedly hoisted you up in his arms, "Satoru, let's take Y/N to her room."

You struggled to get out of his grasp, pleading, "Wait no, don't go to my room."

As he ascended the stairs with you, Geto grinned, and Gojo followed. He reached the top of the stairs and strolled down the corridor towards your room, asking, "Why not? Y/N, got something inside you don't want us to see."

And just as you were going to respond, Gojo approached you both and shoved open your bedroom. As they cautiously entered your room, you quickly buried your face in Geto's chest. “Wow, mommy, you were planning on having a good time tonight, weren't you?” Gojo teased.

“Right, Satoru, it's a good thing we arrived.” You heard Geto saying from above you, "She won't have to fuck herself with that machine anymore.” You were so mortified that they had to see that you had your toy out for some self-indulgent play tonight. God, you were mortified. Why did you consent to allow them to have sex with you? 

Your thoughts were interrupted as Geto threw you on your bed and then walked out of the room. Gojo took up your device and dragged it closer to the bed as you looked in terror. “It would be entertaining to watch this machine screw you up close. But I believe I would rather stick my cock in you.”

“Agreed.” As he climbed onto the bed and In order for you to lie down between his legs, Geto gently pulled you. He then said, "Move that item into the closet.” Gojo followed instructions, pulled his shirt off over his head, climbed up onto the bed, and hung over you.

Gojo kissed your lips again and then moved his hand to push open the button on your shorts, saying, "You look delicious mama." After finishing that, he snagged his fingers inside the shorts and tugged them down your legs with your soaked underwear. You observed Gojo throw your clothing upon the ground. He put his hand on your knees and gradually spread your legs apart. He grinned. "Wow mama, what is this?" Gojo raised your legs and pressed them up to your chest while he questioned.

“What is it?” Geto asked with genuine curiosity on his face. Although you were perplexed as well, when you felt him tug at the thing that had been plucked from inside your ass, you suddenly had a flashback. You were conscious of placing a buttplug inside your ass earlier today. Just before your stepdaughter called, you managed to forget that you had it in you. How did you not feel it inside of you? Only God knows. 

Gojo was still grinning at you and said, "Su, come have a look at this." Geto moved his body out from under you before hovering above you.

You responded in embarrassment, "No don't look," and you pushed him away. But you couldn't push him because of his size. You screamed, "Don't look," but it was already too late.

Before circling to slap your left ass cheek, Geto sang, "Now this is what I like to see." He spanked your right ass cheek and stated, "A nice pussy on display with a pretty anal plug, plugged into a beautiful ass." Each time he spanked your ass, you let out a moan.

Right now, your mind was so blank that you couldn't think. Geto smacked you once more before coming back to sit behind you, which caused tears to start streaming down your cheeks. "Mama, I want to see you squirt. I'm curious how many times we can get you to squirt before we let you have our cocks,” Gojo remarked as he kissed your thighs and then lowered your legs onto the bed.

You whimpered, "Please, no.”

“Why don't we investigate?” Geto questioned as he raised you into his lap and then opened your legs widely. 

"Gojo-Kun, Geto-kun, don't do it, please.” You beg, "It'll hurt.” Your plea, however, was ignored when Gojo placed his fingers against your slick, pussy lips.

“We're aware, mama,” Gojo stated as he slowly caressed your slick-coated clit in slow and gentle circles. "And that's the fun part. It's time to stop being formal and start using our real names, I believe.”

Geto put his hand around your neck and yanked your head back onto his shoulders, saying, "Now repeat after me. Sa-to-ru and Su-gu-ru.”

You sobbed, shaking your head, "No."

"That's OK. Geto grinned down at you and added, "We'll have you chanting our name in no time."

Gojo continued, "We will," while further pressing his finger into your clit.

…

This is utterly, totally, and totally wrong. You curled up into Geto’s lap as he held you tightly against his chest as Gojo inserted two large digits into your moist pussy. Gojo urged, "Come on, mommy, give it to me," and quickly pushed his fingers in and out of you while his thumb stroked your clit. 

You screamed, "Ugh, fuck," as your walls stretched around his fingers and you tried to close your legs, but Geto's strength made it feel nearly impossible.  Your lungs felt constrictive as you frantically gasped for air. Your hips slightly rose off the bed and you humped his fingers that were tightly tucked inside your pussy. You shrieked when you felt Gojo's fingers stroking against the soft, spongy area inside your vagina, "Fuck, don't touch there!"

Gojo continued to assault the area with his fingers while grinning. “Oh my god, Mama.” Gojo licked his lips and marvelled at how you creamed around his fingers. "Look at how wet your pussy is," he remarked. It was quite a sight to watch how much your pussy was dripping. The sight of your dripping pussy was doing so much for him and his best friend; they wanted to feel your tight pussy wrapped around their cocks while they repeatedly made you cum around them.

Another throaty groan escaped your lips as he pulled his fingers out of you and whacked your puffed-up clit, and your thighs started to tremble. He inserted his fingers inside your warm pussy, his fingers' tips probed even further inside of you, tickling that gooey area. You screamed, "Satoru, fuck," as your pussy tightened around his fingers. 

Geto pressed your knees into your chest and mumbled, "Let it go Y/N." You started crying once more without trying to hold back your tears due to the stimulation. You screamed as Gojo inserted another finger; the sensation was a little unpleasant at first but quickly became wonderful. Geto watched as your pussy clenched around Gojo's three fingers and said, "That's baby, come on."

Gojo smiled as he looked up and noticed your expression of being fucked out. He kept pushing his fingers in and out more quickly, relishing the obvious joy written all over your face. Your mouth was open, eyes were half-lidded, and your round cheeks were streaked with tears. Drool was running down your chin.

"Y/N, are you not going to squirt for us?" You instantly shook your head no when Geto asked. "Add another finger," he remarked after grinning. Your walls are being covered in a delightful ache as soon as Gojo's fourth finger stretches your pussy and you regret not telling him that you were about to squirt. 

You yelled, "Fuck, stop this is too much," and then you gritted your teeth. 

Gojo advised you to "just let it go mommy" as he put his thumb on your puffy clit to assist you to adjust yourself for his fingers. Your body started to stiffen up on Geto's lap as Gojo continued to circle your clit with an unbelievably fast pace and pressure, your wetness pooling his entire hand. You have been anticipating your orgasm and have been feeling its onset for some time. Your lower stomach burned and strained as you prepared to squirt all over them.

“Fuck, Satoru ah-ah fuck,” you screamed as your pussy gripped tightly onto his fingers. 

"Let me have it!" Gojo's voice's low pitch was all the push you needed. Your climax was about to happen. You screamed loudly, your body seized as you painfully arching your back from Geto's lap and leaning your head back against his shoulders. Gojo gushed, "There’s the waterworks I’m looking for," as he watched the clear liquid spurt from your pussy. Gojo swiftly yanked his fingers out of your pussy and tweaked your clit to see you squirt even more.

Even though your legs were shaking like crazy, you cried, "Sa-Satoru too much," as you attempted to distance yourself from him. Geto only makes your legs wider, though.

Gojo slid his fingers inside your pussy while maniacally giggling, "More." He repeatedly thrusted his finger into your pulsating hole. It didn't take long before you had another orgasmic wave. He moaned, "Yes, yes," as he saw you squirt all over his lower body. He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, slapped your pussy hard, and then drew back to inspect his moist fingers.

Geto said to his friend, "Move Toru, it's my turn."

"Huh, not finished?"

“You believed this had ended, right?” Geto questioned as his hands caressed your inner thighs and cupped your pussy in his palm.

You screamed in pain when you felt him place his index finger between your wet pussy folds, "Suguru, I'm sensitive."

“And,” he mocked. He lightly stroked the space between your pussy folds and began to slide his finger up and down, causing the moisture there to moisten and your body temp to rise. 

You exhale "Fuck" as you turn to the side to see Gojo standing there with his hooked into his sweatpants. You saw as he pulled his underwear and sweatpants down the length of his legs. Your mouth dropped open as you saw Gojo's long and girthy cock. How the hell is he so massive? He was far larger than your husband, and he may have the largest cock you've ever seen. If his cock was this massive, does it mean Geto's cock is also massive? It had to be because you could feel it pressing against your back the entire time but didn't really pay attention to it until now.

Gojo stretched out and stroked your cheek, saying, "I want you to suck off. Su, could you kneel mama down?”

“I want to eat her pussy anyway, so no big deal. You'd like it, wouldn't you?” Geto yanked his hand away from your cunt and shoved them in his mouth. He hummed as he completely sucked his finger. “Y/N: On your knees."

You obeyed orders and carried them out. Your ass was facing Geto and your face was towards Gojo as you knelt down on your hands and knees. Gojo murmured as he hooked his fingers under your chin and raised your head to face him, "You look nice like this." He massaged your chin, asking, "Have you ever sucked a cock as big as mine? You haven't, mama, I bet."

Looking up at him made your eyes well up with tears. This entire incident was embarrassing beyond belief. For goodness' sake, you were 27 years old and being bullied by two college students who also happened to be your neighbours. Well bullying isn’t the right word to use, but you understand where we’re going with this right. 

“God, mama, you look so lovely.” You opened your mouth a little, tilted your head back even farther, and Gojo dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. Gojo pushed his face closer to yours and murmured, "Open your mouth and stick your tongue for me.” You stretched out your tongue and opened your mouth. Your cheeks were cradled in his hands as he grinned. He opened his mouth and pointed it at yours, and you watched as a large glob of spit fell upon your tongue. 

Although you were somewhat surprised by his action, you welcomed it anyway. He lost it when he noticed that you were swallowing while looking intently into his eyes. As soon as he saw your lips pouted, he assaulted them, giving you a hard kiss and a lip sucking motion. You groaned into his mouth, sending the sound directly to his already hard cock. 

Geto took advantage of the moment to remove his shirt over his head as Gojo continued kissing you before reaching out with his hand to pull the ties on his sweatpants, slipping them down his strong, muscular legs. As he put his palm on your ass cheeks, Geto exclaimed, "Now this is a sight I'd like to see every day. If only I had my phone, I could have taken a picture of your wet pussy on display and the anal plug in your gorgeous ass. I'll then set it as my wallpaper after that.”

You shrieked and withdrew your lips away from Geto after he spanked your behind. “To believe I'll have you like one day is a dream come true,” Gojo kissed your cheek once more before getting up. He took hold of his enormous cock and gave it a few pumps before resting the tip on your lips as you stared. "Arch that back for Su. He’s gotta change his position so that he can eat your pussy while you suck my cock, mama.”

“That’s right baby, arch that back nicely for me,” Geto said as he watched as you arched your back for him. You felt him draw his hands, up the back of your thighs and squeezed your ass. “You ok Y/N?” he asked. 

“Mhm, just a little sensitive, please don’t be too rough,” you whimpered. 

He chuckled as he aligned his face with your pussy and said, "No promises. Your body froze the moment his tongue touched your pussy. When his tongue's tip circled your core, a cold sweat started to appear on your forehead. What was that? What the hell is going on? Your body was struggling to understand this overwhelming sensation as your mind entered a state of sudden panic. You couldn't help but moan as he softly bit into your clit since your mind was so numb from lust and pleasure. 

The demon was sucking up your pussy from behind, and you groaned, "Oh fuck." as you turned to face him. His smile was obvious as he watched you as his tongue caressed your clit, and you could see it on his face as he did so. Your husband has never gone down on you in this way or made your pussy feel so hot. You cherished this sensation and yearned for more. 

Gojo remarked as he tilted your head back to him, "Hey mama, open up your mouth for me." The moan that was about to come out of you was suppressed by thick swallowing. He gently inserted the tip of his cock to your lips as you slowly opened your mouth to receive it. When he felt your gentle lips encircling his cock, he groaned loudly. It felt really warm and happy inside your lips; God, it would be wrong to abuse such a place. Gojo snarled "Fuck" as he inserted more of his cock into your mouth. He sighed, placing his palm on your cheek to comfort you, "Fuck, your mouth is so warm. Move your head for me.”

You stared up at him and gently started to bob your head up and down on his cock. To Gojo, you were such a sight to behold; your presence was messing with his brain. His heart swelled at the thought that he played a part in the way you appeared to be high on joy and lust. You were never going to get rid of him at this time.

Geto was performing miracles with his tongue on your pussy as you slowly bopped your head on Gojo cock. When Geto pressed his tongue flat on your clit and hummed at how wonderful you tasted on his tongue, your eyes fluttered and you choked over Gojo's cock. He hummed into your pussy, which caused an exhilarating sensation to spread throughout your body. He then dragged his tip from between your plump pussy lips and collected your sweet, dripping slick on his tongue. 

Gojo grinned as he sensed your mouth closing around his cock and a fresh round of tears streaming down your cheeks as Geto slid his tongue between your smooth folds, savouring your sweet scent before switching to suck on your puffy clit. Gojo moaned, "Fuck, mama," as he slowly turned his hips around and pressed his mouth on yours. His toes curled into the earth as a result of the sensation of your tongue slipping effortlessly under his cock as you took more of him. Geto watched you attempt to slide all of his best friend's cock down your throat from behind, and he has to admit, it was incredibly sexy. 

“Su, how does she taste?” Gojo questioned as his hips accelerated a little.

Geto moaned "Fucking delicious" into your pussy. Gojo gave Geto a quick glance and observed the thrill in his eyes as he inserted his middle finger into your warm pussy and then cupped your clit in his mouth.

The moment your hip pulled back against his face, Gojo dick started to escape your lips. You rested your head against your tummy to prevent yourself from disintegrating, and Gojo laughed. Geto softly drew his finger along the silky walls of your room, brushing against the soft, delicious region with his finger. You quickly clamped your fists around his additional finger.

When he pulled his lips away from your clit, he saw you with your head resting on Gojo's belly while he was massaging your hair. “What? Is she capable of handling your dick?"

"Your lips are distracting her," Gojo said with a chuckle.

She is so soaked. Your arousal spread across his fingers as he added, "I'm going to make her squirm again."

“While you're at it, prep that ass too. Before we double stuff, I was considering taking turns, but I can't wait.” Gojo continued to touch your hair and added, "I gotta fuck that luscious ass.”

Geto poked your clit with his thumb and said, "Why don't you come prep her ass yourself."

Gojo smiled down at you and said, "No, I'm staying right here, I got to keep mama comfy.  You are so fucking wet, mama."

Geto spanked your ass and listened as your pussy squelched each time he entered your warm cunt as he said, "Yeah, Y/N has such a slutty hole." "Only a slutty hole like yours would be capable of making such obscene sounds," he said.

Gojo whispered, "Mommy's got a slutty cunt."

You sputtered, "Fuck, please," out of breath.

You want to get up, Y/N? Geto questioned as he observed your trembling thighs.

You sighed again, "Please..." and shook your head. Another groan from your lips as he withdrew his fingers away from your wet cunt and greedily sucked on it with his entire mouth before forcing his tongue into you. Your cheeks were stretched apart as Geto's hand reached out to grab the fat of your ass and licked your tender areas.

His thumb pressed on your throbbing clit, and his mouth moved in such a lovely rhythm that you felt as if you were ready to collapse. Your body was experiencing such intense pleasure that the delicious feelings made the walls quake.

“Oh, God, Su…” You yelled, "Fuck stop, " as your hand reached out to grab Gojo's thighs. "Too much, too much," you cried. He shook his head no and kept berating your pussy with his mouth. She felt her orgasm coming on, and you closed your eyes while keeping hold of the bed sheets with your other hand.

Gojo mumbled, "Come on mama, squirt all over his face." As he continued to whisper, you could hear the sly smirk spreading across his lovely face. "Come on, give it to him, give it to him... Give it to him."

Your body froze, and squirted from your cunt as you shouted. Geto flicked at your clit to help you get through your powerful orgams while humming contentedly. God, you were squirting so much, they might have to change your sheets later. When you eventually calmed down, Geto hummed, "Fuck." Before pulling at your butt plug, he gave your ass a kiss on the cheeks. As he carefully started to withdraw it out of you, he heard you hiss.

"Mama, do you have any lube?” Gojo enquired.

You stutter "I-in my top dr-drawer." Because of the intensity of your orgasm, you were unable to breathe.

"I'll get the lubricant and condoms," you say. As he backed away from you, Gojo said. While you wait for Gojo to return with the object, Geto whirls you around to face him and requests that you kiss him.

… 

With everything Geto spilled while working his fingers into your tight ass, your ass felt incredibly slimy. As you sobbed from the piercing pain of Geto's fingers within your ass, Gojo kissed your forehead. Geto muttered, putting his third and last finger into your ass, "Almost perfect."

You cried, putting your hands on Gojo's wrist and looking up at him, "Fuck, this is weird." You could feel Geto's fingers encircling your constricted, puckered hole.

“Toru, do you have your condom on?” Geto questioned as he gently kissed your ass and then withdrew his fingers. Geto kissed you right on the butthole then spun you around and planted you on his lap.

"You, yeah?" Gojo muttered as he approached from behind you and put his hand on your lower back.

"No, I'm still wearing my underwear. Would you mind putting it on for me?” If it weren't for the situation you were in, you would have been startled to hear him say that.

Gojo murmured, "Fine," then yanked off Geto's underwear, grabbed the condom, and rolled it down his length. As you saw everything, you couldn't help but wonder how he planned to squeeze that inside of you. Geto's cock begs to differ if you thought you would have had a problem with Gojo's cock. Your husband could never come close to their size. 

Even the largest dildo you owned couldn't compare to theirs in size. You must have been wearing a frightened look because Gojo could be heard laughing behind you. Gojo kissed your cheek and whispered, "Don't worry mama, they'll fit. First, let's get you on Geto's cock.”

You nodded, helping Geto's waist to be straddled with Gojo's help. Gojo grabbed his friend's cock, gave it a few pumps, and then used the tip of Geto's cock to tease your pussy. They saw you cocking your head back, enjoying the puff of your kissable lips. “God you're so fucking lovely,” Geto exclaimed as Gojo prepared his cock for your entrance.

Your pussy lips split as Gojo slowly sunk you down onto Geto's cock, taking his cock inch by inch, and you both groaned as he did so. “Shit,” Geto  moaned when you tipped your body forward and pressed even harder against his cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you urgently gasped for air as you tried to acclimatise to the intense heat and the thickness of his big cock. 

“Now that his cock is filling up your pussy. Time for me to fill up your ass.” Gojo pushed you on to Geto’s chest and grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading you wide open for him. He was nice enough to spit on your butthole before pressing the tip into your ass. 

You gasped in pain as Gojo rammed his massive cock into your ass. You sobbed and put your hands on Geto's shoulders, saying, "It hurts."

Gojo muttered, "Relax," and he watched as your adorable little butthole slowly wrapped his cock. You held onto him like a vice, sinking further into him, and he cursed beneath his breath. He eventually got far inside of you and he muttered, "Fuck, your ass is so tight," and pressed his face into the back of your neck.

You were pushed even further into Geto's solid body by Gojo’s hips, which were firmly compressed into your ass. You sobbed, biting into Geto's shoulder, "It hurts, pull it out." God, Gojo's cock was tearing you apart from the inside out. They were using their cocks to both rip and stretch you open.

Gojo kissed the flesh of your neck and mumbled, "No.” This was too much for you; it went beyond what you knew you were capable of handling. You did have a sex machine, and it caused your pussy to burn bright red. However, given how strongly they feel inside of you, you are unsure if you will even have a pussy or even an ass for the machine to use.

"We need to… shit,” Geto said in a low voice. "We have to move.” You felt Geto grab hold of your waist and pull you away from his body, which caused their cock to move a little inside of you and a hiss to escape your lips. “Don’t worry Y/N, we'll do the work. Just sit here and take our cocks ok?”

You wanted to tell them no, to get their cocks out of your holes, and to forget that you had given them permission to have sex with you. However, if you did, you would have to resume having sex alone. And that's not what you wanted. You didn't want to be without a real cock. I mean, they offered you their cocks, so why not accept it? After all, your husband won't engage in sexual activity with you, so why not? 

And if you were to be brutally honest with yourself, even if their cocks hurt, it felt much better than your toys. Additionally, the fact that they were attractive didn't help. Although young, they were attractive and maybe a little cocky.

You let out a long breath before opening your eyes to face Geto. "All right, but don't be too rough." 

"Your ass feels too nice, so I can't promise you that, but I'll try,” Gojo whispered as he threw his arms around the middle of your waist and gave you another kiss on the neck. “I'll make an effort to be gentle for you, mommy.”

"Don't call me tha- ngh," you moaned as you experienced Gojo pulling his cock out of you and then pushed back in. "Augh" you screamed once more, when Geto lifted your hips to pull his cock from you. And then, just as he was about to thrust back in, Gojo slid his cock out of you.

"Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight," Geto groaned as he and Gojo began to develop a rhythm. Your tongue, that had saliva trickling from its pink tip, was protruding slightly from the corners of your mouth. When you feel their cock slide into you, plunge into your holes to the core, and grind their hips into your clit and ass. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as you struggled to catch the air that was being quickly drained from your lungs. 

Your legs' muscles started to spasm a lot; they stretched out your holes to such an extent that you were stunned. Every time they pushed into you, they plunged so deeply. It was a little too difficult to maintain your balance. Fortunately for you, they were clinging onto you for your own freaking life. “Mama, how do you feel?”  Gojo questioned as he drew his lips away from your neck to bite at your ear. “Do you enjoy the feeling of my cock into your ass?”

As you opened your eyes once again, burning tears burned inside of them. You cocked your head just enough to see Gojo's heated cheeks. He gazed at you and waited for you to respond, the tips of his ears glowing pink and that arrogant sneer flickering across his face.

You moaned through your words, "Funny, it feels weird, b-but so amazing," as you gazed into his gleaming eyes. 

He grinned and leaned his head slightly over your shoulders to kiss you on the lips. You sense him extending his hand from your waist to seize both of your arms and place them on your butt. He spoke into your mouth, "Spread those cheeks for me. I want to fuck you deeper, so spread them out.” You moaned and nodded your head and did as you were told. “Yes… fuck yes,” he groaned as he plunged deeper inside of you. 

Once a thumb touches your clit, your entire body tingles with electricity. You saw that Geto had taken one of his hands off your waist as you looked down. He was now staring up at you with his thumb pressed into your clit. I'll become envious if you ignore me, Y/n. He gave a smug grin and cocked his head back before turning to face you once more. "I'll make you squirt once more. Satoru, change places. I want to see her pussy in all its glory.”

Before you could even understand what he might have just stated, Gojo was already manhandling your body in his grasp. He quickly yanked your hands away from your behind and encircled himself with them. After that, he carefully raised you off Geto's cock while keeping his dick firmly lodged inside your ass. He turned his back to the headboard and just as you were going to remark that this position was too uncomfortable for you, he started to lightly bounce on his dick. " Don't worry mama, you're not ready to be fucked like this yet," he swiftly assures you, as he mumbles in your ear. “We can fuck you another time, in this position.”

He sat down on the bed after that. Your knee was caught in his clutches, and he stretched you wide open for Geto. You observed as the 22-year-old squeezed between your legs before pressing his cock at your entrance. He wasted no time in stuffing you to the gills with his cock. “Fuck,” you screamed and your arms flew up to wrap around his neck. 

“Don’t fucking move Satoru,” Geto warned as he pressed his thumb into your clit again and he began to rub tight circles while he fucking into you. “You’ll get to fuck her ass after I cum.” 

“Fine by me,” Gojo chuckled. Your body started to cramp up beneath him, your pussy squeezing as you creamed around his shaft, and another scream was wrenched from you. 

You screamed, "Slow down, slow down," your thighs even quivering as he delved deeper, but he didn't stop; instead, he went more quickly. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the delicious yet masculine aroma of him drove your arousal. Your pussy continued to flood with your sticky, allowing him to slip deeper within your warm hole. He sighed and lowered his mouth to yours before ramming his tongue between your lips and giving you a sloppy kiss.

With each forceful, deep swallow, your body jolts. Your tits are bouncing as you slowly start to go temporarily blind; at this point, ecstasy has rendered your thoughts numb. Geto whispered, "Fuck, Y/N, are you going to squirt for me?” The bed creaked and slammed against the walls as he grunted and snapped his hips with brutal pace. He could feel the climax rapidly approaching because of the way you were squeezing and creaming even more around his cock.

Your eyes were tightly shut as your wrist and fingers clenched around his neck, and you exhaled, "I gonna..." He moans, pressing his thumb on your throbbing clit to push you toward an orgasm. 

In the euphoria of your climax, you yelled and completely lost sight. He continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm, never slowing down as he chased his. Geto groaned, "Ah, yes, keep going that way, I'm almost there." He captured your lips once again as you continued to squirt all over him. 

“Fuck I could cum in you,” Gojo moaned from below you as he watched as what was happening above him. Geto came hard too, and when he did, you could feel his cock jerking hard inside your warm cunt. He spilled his seed into the condom and groaned, "Fuck," within your mouth. Sincerely regret that he didn't choose to cum in your pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled away from you lips and slowly pulled his cock out of you. He tapped your pussy twice then he said, “I’ll leave you to the mercy of Satoru.” He then left the room and went to the bathroom to set up things for a possible aftercare session. 

Just then you felt Gojo groped at your breast. “You didn't think that this was over, I didn’t get to cum.” 

“I don’t have much energy left,” you managed to breathe out. 

“Don’t worry mama, I’ll go slow.” 

Gojo once again succeeds in shifting into a sex spoon, just like previously. He pressed himself behind you and put one hip and one leg on the top of your back leg. Before beginning to slowly glide inside of you, he grabbed hold of your breasts and kissed your cheek. Within you, you were able to feel the entire length of his cock. The mushroom tip was striking the deepest regions of your body, and you could feel the veins in his cock. 

This position was too intimate, too hot for you to handle. This made Gojo’s fat cock fill up perfectly, and he was loving every second of it. You’ve felt this good having sex before. “Feels good right mama,” Gojo whispered as he squeezed your breast in his hand as he thrust inside you slowly and gently. 

Your flawless skin begins to break out in goosebumps, and the hairs on your arms begin to stand up as you moan into your burning arousal. Gojo is right there, his warm hand gripping your tits as he slowly pounds into your throbbing ass and rolls his hips in tight circles, making sure his cock hits every sensitive area there.

If only your spouse had handled you the same way he was handling you and the way Geto handled you in the past. You pant and cling to his forearms that were supporting you as the slow movement of his hips made your already moist empty throbbing pussy even drier.

You called out, "Satoru," as you grabbed his fingers on your breast. His fingers entwined with yours as he said, "I know you're close, mama. I can feel your ass squeezing my dick.” After giving you many kisses on the cheeks, he enquired, "Do you want me to play with you pussy? One final time for me, I can make you squirt.”

He didn't really give you a chance to respond since he had already started to rub slow circles around your clit, pushing back your hood and teasing it with his index finger while rubbing your nerve endings with his middle finger, making you burn and buck at him.

You cried out, "Toru, I'm close," and grabbed his fingers with your own as his hips began to move more quickly.

Mama, let it go. Let it all go," he grunted, gasping for air while working those delicious, soft thrusts inside of you.

The intensity of it all made you start crying as you drew nearer, but Gojo merely held you tighter and gave you a deeper fuck. His hips were swaying, making your panting more frantic and desperate. You started to buck into his grip while gasping, panting, and on the verge of unravelling.

Your lower regions clenched as your entire body arched into his cock, filling the room with the slick sound of your excitement. Your orgasm came on suddenly, like a tidal wave, and slammed you so strongly that you felt like bursting into tears and trembling in your thigh.

"That's it mama." Gojo quickened his pace and it wasn’t long before he knocked him over. He was groaning so loud as he emptied his cum inside the condom. “Fuck, so good.” As you both came down from your high, Gojo slowly pulled out of you. 

You rolled over to lay on your stomach and murmured, "Done?" You have done enough. They had taken away all your strength, so you had nothing more to give them. You simply wanted to go to bed right away. You just fucked your young neighbour, well they fucked you. And you’re married. But the deed is already done.

Well, screw it.

Gojo was massaging your back when he said, "Yeah, we just need to get you cleaned up."

“Too exhausted too,” and just like that, you were out cold.

"So Suguru, what do you say?" Gojo questioned as he observed Geto leaving the restroom.

"Fuck Mr. Sakamoto, I say," Geto declared as he approached the bed. "His wife is now ours. He is completely stupid. It must be a dumb excuse for him to ignore his wife."

Gojo remarked, looking over at his best friend, "Damn right she is. We'll take her if he doesn't want her."

Geto laughed and added, "Yep, so delighted we were caught staring through her window. Come, let's clean her up."

@getosbigballsack 2022

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

— gojo x gn!reader | hurt/comfort

warnings: swearing, neglect within a relationship, gojo’s kinda mean & pretty oblivious, reader worries that gojo’s cheating, arguing, ooc gojo (kinda??), slow burn (?), this fic is pretty lengthy

note from heart: i know i said i’d be on a semi-hiatus, but my friend encouraged me to finish it & so i did !! originally, this was gonna be only angst LMFAO but i couldn’t find it in myself to go through the pain of writing just angst so i made it hurt/comfort instead :,)

You and Gojo had been together for three years now. When you both had first met, you guys really hit it off. The connection between the both of you was seamless. Your energies matched well, your touch feeling so warm and comforting against each other, and even your humor was the same. You each were the final puzzle piece that completed the other, and everything was great between the both of you.

Except, as of late, Gojo has been quite distant. His morning kisses turned into groggy ‘good morning’s that then turned into tired hums, and eventually, shifted into disappointed grumbles. Even his touch felt far away. When you went to grab his hand while going out into the city, he immediately would slip his hands into his pockets. On dates, his phone would catch his attention more than you.

Even tonight, the night of your third year anniversary, his mind seemed to be occupied by other things. You had gotten yourself all dressed up, wearing your best clothes, your neck adorned with the necklace he had gifted to you on your one year anniversary. You thought that your little get up would have grasped his attention even in the slightest, but he just seemed so uninterested in anything you said or did.

As you both waited for your waiter to arrive with your meals, you attempted to start a conversation. “So, ‘Toru.. Happy anniver-“ you were cut off by the sound of his phone ringing, his eyes immediately glued to the glowing screen as his hand flew up to silence you. You watched as he answered the call, your heart sinking at the sight of him suddenly beaming with excitement at whoever decided to phone him during your special night together.

“Hey! What’s up? … Oh, nothing, just at some restaurant,” his voice began to trail off in your mind as your head began to swirl with questions and concerns.

‘Oh, nothing, just at some restaurant’.

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Now he didn’t even consider the importance of your date? It was cruel- heartbreaking even. If it already didn’t hurt enough that he was being so distant with you, it definitely pained you most that he acted so nonchalantly during your anniversary dinner.

You glanced around, hoping no one inside this pristine restaurant was paying attention to the situation you were in. You prayed no one caught a glimpse of your own boyfriend neglecting you during your night out together. But your prayers were not answered, nor were they heard, when your waiter arrived with full dishes of delectable smelling food that no longer seemed very appetizing to you.

Gojo continued to happily banter with the other person on the line. His entire demeanor changed, and with the concerned glances from your waiter, you knew that this change was drastic. He seemed so bored earlier, but now this call seemed to be the most exciting event during his entire night.

You brought your gaze down, too embarrassed to show your face in this establishment, watching as your food was being plated and listening to the soft chuckles of your boyfriend slipping past his lips. “Okay, okay.. I gotta go, food’s here. I’ll talk to you later,” he spoke, sighing contentedly as he hung up the phone, barely bringing his attention back to your date. The waiter paused, taking a breath before telling you both to enjoy your meal and walking away.

You heard the clinking of silverware, your eyes lifting ever so slightly to watch as Gojo’s hands lifted a fork and knife to begin feasting on the food before him. You cleared your throat, bringing your attention back to your own plate, slowly lifting your own utensils in your own hands. “Who was that, babe?” you asked politely, not wanting to show any signs of your hurting. He shrugs, shoving a piece of steak in his mouth.

“Just my friend,” is all he says.

The rest of your dinner was quiet, small requests given to your waiter who occasionally came by to check on you both and only the sound of the soft music playing throughout the restaurant amongst the quiet chatter of people around you. As you both finished- well, as Gojo finished his food, he looked at you, quirking his eyebrow as he noticed that barely any of your food was missing from the plate. “Not hungry?” he asks, the only time he’s showed any concern within the past few weeks.

His question alone turned your sadness into frustration. How is it that he could go weeks without showing you any sort of affection? How is it that he could act so bored during the entire night? How is it that he was so neglectful towards you up until now?

You set your napkin on the table, calling for your waiter to prepare the check and ignoring your boyfriend’s question just as he ignored your love.

“Why so quiet tonight?” his voiced echoed through the silent drive home. You looked out the window, watching as droplets of rain scattered the glass, a semblance of your tears that you held back the entire night. The dark sky cried for you as you sat quietly in the passenger seat, your knees turned away from him just as your face did to avoid him. You shrugged, giving him no verbal response.

Gojo glanced over at you before bringing his attention back to the road ahead, his eyebrows slightly knit together. “You barely ate, you said like five things, and now you’re being quiet. What’s your deal?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his poorly worded question. “I should be asking you that,” you retorted, still facing away from him. He scoffed, only agitating you more, “What’s that supposed to mean?” But you remained silent, not wanting to argue during this already unbearable ride home.

When you finally arrived home after what seemed like hours, you hurried out of the car, hastily making your way to the entrance of your shared apartment. Gojo followed suit, questioning your actions mentally. He sauntered through the doorway, watching as you hung your bag and coat on the rack and made a bee line to your shared bedroom.

As you entered the bedroom, you shut the door softly behind you, sighing as you made your way into the bathroom. You locked yourself in, sitting on the ledge of the bathtub, finally allowing the tears to cascade down your cheeks. You held a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs, not wanting your boyfriend to hear your own heartache. Not that it seemed to matter to him anyways.

After you couldn’t bring it in yourself to let anymore tears out, your fingers subconsciously fiddled with the necklace that still hung around your neck. You sat there, replaying the entire night over and over again in your mind.

You remember vividly how bored he seemed, looking everywhere but at you. You remembered how his face lit up when he answered his phone, wondering who it could have been that stole his attention.

As you let the events loop through your head, you began to start piecing things together.

You recalled several weeks ago, when Gojo’s attitude towards you slowly began to change, he had met up with an old classmate for lunch considering they were in town. You remembered that he had been gone for practically the whole day. He left early in the afternoon, and didn’t arrive home til almost three in the morning. Then you remembered him telling you that following week that he was going out again with that same person, this time for a walk through the city to ‘show them what they’ve missed while they were away’. And, yet again, he was gone for the entire day, not coming home to you til very late into the night.

It all made sense. He’d make small comments like ‘Oh, it’s just them’ or ‘Hold on, my friend’s calling, I gotta take this’ or ‘I haven’t seen them in years, y/n’. You’ve never met this person, but you knew that they were a good friend of his so you wanted him to catch up with them and have their little reunion together. But it also worried you because you’ve never met this person. All you knew was that they went to school with your boyfriend and they were extremely close back then.

But who was this person? Were they his ex? Perhaps someone Gojo hooked up with from time to time? Or maybe it was someone Gojo truly loved, and now that they were here he was finally taking his chance to be with them instead of you; the person he settled with.

The thoughts corrupted your mind, the image of your beloved boyfriend of three years betraying you burned in your head. You held your face in your hands, beginning to cry once more as the only words that began to etch into your brain were, ‘His heart belongs to someone else’.

On Gojo’s end though, he looked dumbfounded to see the door of your shared bedroom shut. You always left it open until you both were in there together. He left it, assuming that you’d come out eventually. But, to his avail, his assumption was wrong. He did notice your sudden change in demeanor. You were practically silent the entire night, you didn’t finish your meal- heck, you didn’t even bring home your leftovers- and you wouldn’t look at him during the ride home. What really through him for a loop was your seemingly bitter attitude towards him during the drive home.

No matter what the circumstance, you always made it a point to have a smile on your face around him. You always had something to talk about whether it was something as minor as what songs you recently added to your playlist or something as major as whatever chaos occurred during your work day. From time to time you did have your moments when you shut down or had a change in attitude, but that was only when you were stressed out or if he had done something wrong.

He knew work was actually going well for you, he knew that things in your own personal life were taking an uphill route; he knew that you were content with the way life was treating you. So why were you so cross with him?

Oh.

Because if you weren’t stressed out, you were upset with him.

He decided to give you some space for the time being as he pondered over what he possibly could have done to make you upset. He just couldn’t seem to place his finger on it, and even after what seemed like eternity, he made the decision to meet you in the bedroom to talk things through.

He approached the still closed door, knocking on it softly before entering. “Y/n?” he called out to you, looking around the room in search for you. His eyes landed on the closed bathroom door, hearing faint sniffles behind the wooden door. “Y/n?” he said again, walking towards the door, bringing his hand to the handle only to be stopped when he noticed the knob turning slowly.

As the door opened he was greeted with puffy, red eyes and tear stained cheeks. He noticed your face flush, your eyes dimming at the sight of him. His eyes widened at your current state. He’s never seen you this broken down before. The look in your eyes was void of any emotion, as if you had cried every last bit of feeling you had left. The tears seemed fresh, but they no longer trickled down your face.

Gojo felt his chest tighten, his heart ached at the sight of you- his lover- looking so worn down and sullen. He reached a hand out towards you, only to stiffen when you walked past him, your shoulder brushing against his. He froze, unsure of what to do next. It was at times like this, you’d either stay put and give him a disappointed look or speak your mind. But you ignored him, your presence now cold and no longer warm or welcoming.

He didn’t want to let his nerves overcome him, so he let out a chuckle, taking a quick breath to compose himself. “Seriously, what’s gotten into you?” he asks, turning around to watch as you proceeded to get ready for bed. You remained silent, not even sparing him a glance.

And why would you? After he had neglected you for weeks and then went on to embarrass you on the night of your anniversary? You couldn’t even begin to think of what to say. You felt empty, a hollowness took its place where you heart once rested. You didn’t know what to feel, do, or say at this given moment. As much as you wanted to give him some sort of answer, you simply just couldn’t.

Gojo walked closer to you, now standing across from you as he stood on his side of the bed. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you expectantly. “Are you gonna answer or is the rest of our anniversary night going to remain uneventful and boring?” he jokingly said, but to you it was partially a joke. You knew he was bored, and you knew he didn’t care as he somehow remembered your special night together but remained indifferent about the event.

“Y/n, seriously. Can you answer the question?” he asked, his tone far more serious than just a few moments ago. You remained silent, stopping your movements as you stood there with your head down.

“Y/n.”

You looked up, staring at the man you loved. You analyzed his features, searching for any sign of remorse or guilt etched onto his face. You hoped to see the same glimmer of love in his eyes that you saw every single day. But your mind was contaminated with thoughts of him being disloyal to you, and you were left with no discovery of hope.

You inhaled, bringing your gaze down to the soft sheets that your fingers mindlessly brushed over. “What’s gotten into you, Satoru?” you asked quietly knowing that if you spoke any louder, your voice and composure would break.

He laughed lightly again, walking around the corner of the bed to approach you. “Satoru? What happened to ‘Toru?”

You backed away from him, keeping a safe distance between the both of you. Unsure if you trusted the man before you; the man you gave your heart and all your firsts to. You looked up, meeting his confused and slightly irritated gaze. The way his eyebrows knit together showed his confusion and his lips parting slightly as if he were about to speak showed his disbelief.

You could almost laugh at his expression. You could laugh at just how oblivious and un-self aware he is. The fact that he was completely unaware of how he had been treating you amused you in the slightest.

“What happened to my ‘Toru? Where’d he go?” you challenged, your voice still quiet. Your calmness made Gojo feel uneasy. It made something heavy fall to the pit of his stomach. It was his turn to search for any sort of answer in your expression. But he couldn’t seem to read you, he couldn’t seem to solve this puzzle before him. “What do you mean? What’s with all these questions, y/n?” he asked, becoming more and more frustrated as the seconds passed.

He watched as you shook your head, a bitter smile forming on your lips. “What was with you for the past few weeks, Satoru?” you ask again, your voice now just a bit louder. “Your friend comes to visit, and suddenly you don’t care about me anymore? You take your friend out on the town, and suddenly you forget about me?”

His eyes widen, a short laugh falling past his lips. “Is this what you’re upset about? Because I wanted to catch up with an old friend that I haven’t seen in years? Oh, my bad, I’m so sorry I see you every single day of my life and I’m so sorry if I-“

“That’s not what I’m upset about, Satoru,” you interrupt, closing your eyes and turning away from him again. He scoffs, “Then what the hell is it, y/n? It’s our fucking three year anniversary and-“

“Oh, so suddenly you care about our anniversary?” you snap your head to look at him as you finish your question. You watch as he looks at you incredulously, his shoulders shaking from the sarcastic fits of laughter pouring out of his mouth. “What are you talking about? I do care! I remembered it, didn’t I?”

“Remembering it is the bare fucking minimum!” your voice grew louder with each word, just as the anger began to grow inside your body. “If you actually cared, Satoru, you would have acted a little more interested in me tonight. You would have held a conversation with me, you would have paid more attention to me, and you wouldn’t have answered your fucking phone just as I was talking to you!”

You looked up at him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. “Ever since your friend arrived, I wanted nothing more than to let you go and be reunited with them. I wanted you to be happy especially since I knew they were one of your closest friends. But ever since, you’ve pushed me to the side. I’m not asking you to prioritize me, I’m not asking you to not see or talk to your friend, I’m asking you to fucking remember me; to remember the person who gave you their heart! But it just seems like you’re remembering them better than me.”

You watched as his face softens, more confusion cascading over his features. You watched as he opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say.

“What.. What are you saying, y/n?” he asks, his tone more serious and genuine. You don’t hesitate to speak your next words as you face him completely, your eyes never leaving his.

“It seems to me that your heart is remembering someone who isn’t me. You seem so much happier when you talk to them or when you talk about them… I just,” you pause, taking a breath as you bring your gaze down to your feet. “I just feel like your heart belongs to someone else now.”

He lets out a quiet breath, finally allowing himself to breathe after your confession. He stands there, still at a loss for words. His heart begins to ache as he finally brings all the pieces to the puzzle together; as he realizes how much he has neglected you and your relationship.

“I knew it,” you begin, your voice cracking as you shake your head. You close your eyes, letting out a short laugh as tears trickle down your cheeks once again. “I fucking knew it. You could have just broken up with me if your heart belonged to them!”

You pushed past him, opening the closet door to grab a large bag. His eyes follow you and his body moves quickly to stop you as he watches you frantically snatch your clothes and shove them into the bag.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his heart beginning to race as anxiety overwhelms him. You ignore him, continuing to put your belongings into the bag. He grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him. “Stop it.”

But you don’t, and you fight in his embrace. You grab at the arms that engulfed you, desperately trying to get him off of you. “Y/n, stop!” he pleads, trying to soothe you, only to fail as he hears you scream.

“Get the fuck off of me! Get off! I don’t want you touching me!” you cry, hitting at his chest. He shuts his eyes, hoping that he’d somehow wake up from this nightmare he was living in.

You were the only one. You were always the only one. He wanted you, and he needed you. You filled his void, making him feel whole again after the loss of his first love. He found a safe haven in you. He found that, with you, he could finally allow himself to be vulnerable, to show weakness, and to love again. He put his walls down for you, only allowing you to be the one person he let kiss him, hold him, and touch him. He was happiest when he was with you. He found himself again when he met you. You were his, and he was yours and he wanted nothing more than just that.

But now you were begging for him to let you go, shouting at him to release you from his grasp, cursing at him again and again, saying the things he never wanted to hear from you.

“Y/n, please! Please, just-just stop! We can fix this, I can fix this! Please,” he begged, holding you tighter. But you continued to cry, you cried until your fists against his chest were nothing but light taps, until your body fell limp in his arms as you sobbed. “Just let me go so you can be happier with them, Satoru.”

He shook his head, his own tears finally falling, “Don’t… Don’t say that.”

“You don’t want me anymore.”

“Don’t..”

“You don’t care about me.”

“Please… Don’t..”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

Gojo’s shoulders shook as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tears falling profusely from his eyes. “Don’t say that, y/n. I do.. I do love you,” he sobbed.

He felt a sudden emptiness within his arms. You finally pulled away from him, your glossy eyes looking into his. “Y/n…”

“If you do love me, then act like it, Satoru,” you spoke monotonously despite the fresh droplets of tears that ran down your cheeks. He nodded his head desperately, reaching out for you once again. You backed away from him again, closing yourself off from him which only ached his heart more.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to neglect you or this relationship-“

“But you did,” you interrupted, staring at him sadly. He sighs, “I know.. I know I did, and I shouldn’t have. I got so caught up with my friend being here. I was excited when they told me they were visiting, but my excitement wasn’t an excuse for doing this to you. I don’t know what came over me to have acted that way, but I do know that I love you and only you.”

He looked at you longingly, slowly closing the distance between you. “My heart doesn’t belong to anyone except you. My heart wants you, I want you. Fuck, I need you, y/n. You’re all I ever need, so please.. Please don’t say that I don’t love you, and please don’t leave. I fucked up, but I want to make this better.”

You don’t move, but you look away from him. You stare at the bag that sits partially packed with clothes as you bite the inside of your cheek. Gojo follows your gaze, his teary eyes looking at the bag. But then he looks away, bringing his eyes back to you. “I know I can’t make you stay, but please know that I love you,” he says quietly, defeat laced in his tone.

You pad along the carpeted floors, heading towards where the bag sat. Gojo watched in defeat, thinking that these were his final moments with you, that these three years were now nothing but a memory. But his thoughts were overtaken by shock as you dropped the bag onto the floor. His eyes lit up slightly as he watched you lift the covers of the bed.

You notice his gaze, quickly looking away from him again as you settle yourself into bed. You turn away from him, but you speak quietly.

“Let’s get some rest, Satoru.. I’m exhausted and I’m sure you are too. We’ll finish talking about this in the morning.”

And with that, Gojo hastily got ready for bed. He slipped himself next to you on his side of the bed, noticing that you had already fallen asleep. He saw the tears that stained your cheeks, but despite the guilt that still hovered over him, he couldn’t help but feel relieved to still have you lying next to him.

He falls asleep to your soft snores, his heart and mind relaxing knowing that you’re still close to him.

But the next morning he wakes, his hands naturally reaching over to hold you, only to be met with cold sheets. He sits up in a panic, fear striking his heart as he begins to wonder if you staying was just a dream. He hurries out of bed, beginning his search to look for you. He sees that the bag you had thrown to the ground was gone, only worsening his anxiety.

“No, no.. No, they couldn’t have left. They said we’d talk about this in the morning,” he mumbled to himself, grabbing his phone to look for your contact so that he could call you. But he pauses, hearing the sound of pots of pans gently clanging together, a delicious smelling aroma filling his senses.

He follows the scent to its source, only to find you stirring something in a pan, occasionally moving to the side to toss a few ingredients into a boiling pot. You turn around to see him standing in the doorway.

“Oh, you’re awake. I was gonna wake you when the food was ready, but since you’re here… ‘Toru?” you look at him with concern as you take in his bewildered state.

You had woken up rather early, deciding to slip out of bed. On your way to the bathroom, you tripped over the half packed bag that sat on the floor. You decided to put the clothes you had thrown inside of it back into your closet along with the bag itself.

You took this time you had to yourself during these early hours to cook and ponder over Gojo’s words from last night. You knew you still loved him, and you knew that you would never be able to find it in yourself to stay away from him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

You turn the stove off before cautiously making your way towards him. You know there’s still much to talk about, but you wanted the both of you to have a meal before delving into something that held a lot of weight on your shoulders.

You open your mouth to speak, but you were suddenly engulfed in his arms. He hid his face in your neck, inhaling your scent as he thanked whatever higher being was out there that you were still here. “I thought you left,” he muttered, making you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him gently. “I didn’t want to.. I need you too, ‘Toru,” you whispered. You felt his body shake slightly, his tears dripping down onto your skin. You closed your eyes, basking in his embrace as you began to cry quietly with him.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so much, please never forget that,” he said, his voice breaking as he lifted his head to look at you. You cupped his cheek, brushing away any stray tears that fell from his eyes. “I love you too, ‘Toru.. But we still have a lot to talk about,” you reply, watching as he nods, nuzzling his face into your hand. You smile softly, pulling away gently to gesture him towards the table before you go back to the stove.

“I’m almost done cooking, so just-“ you were cut off by the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist from behind. You feel him rest his chin atop your shoulder, and you smile again.

“Wanna stay here,” he says, softly, watching as your hands turn the stove on. “Okay,” you say gently, smiling as you place your free hand over his, beginning to stir the pot with your other hand.

You two stay like this til you finish prepping your meals. Not speaking a word to each other, but feeling each other’s love once more. You missed his touch, and your presence was enough to make Gojo want to shower you with endless love and affection as he did before. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to keep you close, to mend what was broken and to remind you every second, minute, and hour of all your days that he loved you more than words could describe.

Insatiable

JJK | Gojo/Reader/Nanami/Toji

PART TWO COMING SOON!

NSFW 18+ MDNI. Reader is female. Wc: 10,646. Reblogs appreciated. :)

⇨ You’ve been sneaking out to Megumi’s dorm at night lately to have sex and drink. As rumours float around about you and Megumi dating your teacher Gojo pays attention to this. One night you get caught coming back home by Gojo and Nanami, they give you a punishment and teach you what it’s like to take an older man.

Characters aged up to 18, third years in high school.

A/N Hi everyone! Honestly this is super brain rot and I love how it turned out. Gojo and Nanami are hot and I just had to write for them. This was actually really inspired by a guy I engaged with and I got a lot of inspiration for dialogue and dynamic from him.

I’m cross posting here from my AO3! Link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36176560/chapters/90178126

*TW* Dub con, drunk sex, teacher/student. If those topics make you uncomfortable please don’t read this.

Kudos/Likes and comments are so appreciated.

Tag list: breeding, creampie, blowjobs, oral, rough sex, light bondage, shibari, dub con, vaginal sex, DILF Fushiguro Toji, size difference, FMM threesome, daddy kink, spanking. + more!! I hope you like it.

Clinking of bottles filled the quiet room, well totally quiet aside from the clock ticking. You took your phone off of the kitchen counter and opened it to see the time 10:32 PM. You lived with Gojo as he took you in from when you were a young child as your guardian. Now you were a third year in high school and a young woman.

Gojo was out with Nanami, doing whatever - it did not particularly concern you. What did concern you was getting over to Megumi’s dorm. You had gotten all dolled up, now as a blossoming young woman you were introduced to the world of sex and men. You applied some heavy makeup, of course you were not allowed to wear makeup at school so you did this in your off time.

Now what were you currently doing? Well… you were in the fridge stealing some of Nanami’s alcohol he left over at the place to pick up on the way home. It was some beer and you got a bottle of vodka too. Gojo did not drink but you stole a bottle of some random soda in the fridge to wash down the alcohol. Fantastic!

You had been on birth control for only a month now, you were not dating Megumi though, you had a connection that was more than friends with him, you often snuck over and had sex with him, you fucked, drank, cuddled. Romantic feelings were there.

Other students at Jujutsu High were suspicious of you two and often stating “I bet Fushiguro and (Name) have something going on, if you know what I’m saying. It’s obvious too.”

You had a smug look on your face as you exited the room and made your way over to Megumi’s dorm. You were at that age of rebellion. You knocked on the door, with your backpack on that was filled with the beverages as he opened the door. He was wearing a black tee shirt and grey sweat pants. He had just gotten out of the shower, he smelled fresh and had a soft look on his face.

Nobara said that you were the only girl who Megumi was actually nice to, it made you reflect back on the times he’d always help you out, buy you strawberry milk, you two were very close and had chemistry.

“You are like the only chick who can make that weird dude blush and smile, you must be his future wife!” She told you once, you’ve never forgotten that.

“Hey, glad you could make it.” His silky smooth voice echoed through the quiet dorm hallway.

“Hi!” Your chirpy voice greeted him, “of course. I’m glad I could be here. I brought some drinks like I told you.” You giggled quietly as he escorted you inside his room

“You look beautiful tonight, I love that dress on you. Is that the one I picked out?” He asked looking you up and down, you nodded your head with a blush

“Bang on!” You wore some basic cute shoes, nothing too fancy just a nice pair to go well with your little black dress.

You and Megumi had always gotten along well, maybe a little too well. You lost your virginity to him over a month ago and had now went on birth control to have him fill you up when you had these little get togethers.

You didn’t really see Gojo as a “dad”, maybe more like just a role model. You did find him very attractive and as you grew older you caught yourself having a crush on both your teachers, Nanami Kento and Gojo Satoru. Now Megumi, a guy closer to your age. Nobara said you and him totally hit it off, while on a girls day it slipped out that you totally had the hots for your teacher Gojo, she laughed uncontrollably. She warned you to stick to a guy your age.

And how was that going?

Well, you forgotten about your crush on both your teachers and just left that as a dirty fantasy that would never come true. That would be utterly ridiculous. It’s not like you could ever really have sex with Gojo or Nanami. So then, you decided to pursue Megumi. You two had gone on a few dates when you were able to get some alone time, usually out for dinner, shopping or anything really. He made you happy and you both had a good connection, the feelings were mutual and you were certain Megumi would ask you to be his girl sometime soon.

—

The buzz and rush of alcohol settled in your body, Megumi’s as well.

You were now feeling drunk, Megumi was also drunk, you had both drank a bunch of liquor and took shots. The beer wasn’t that amazing but hey, you drank it regardless.

You stayed in his dorm, talking and cuddling then decided to take a short walk around outside in the city, even though it was the middle of the night you felt safe Megumi and you knew you could always count on your crush to keep you safe. Megumi and you sort of had a relationship budding but it wasn’t to the point just yet where it was “official” so you both never announced it to any family, friends or the teachers.

While walking back to Jujutsu Tech the cool breeze hit you, it was rather humid but still a bit chilly and you were wearing such a sexy dress, Megumi handed you his sweater as you put it on and held his hand thanking him. “It’s no problem, you look cute in it. I don’t want anybody looking at you like this.” He spoke, his breath smelled like beer with a hint of fresh minty gum he was chewing prior.

He was protective too. The perfect boyfriend.

The beautiful city lights of Tokyo at night filled your eyes, feeling so lucky to hold his hand like this. You heard the crickets and sounds of cars passing by in the distance. The smell of fresh rain filled your lungs, it was raining the day prior but it was a clear nights sky now. The streets were quiet at this time too, mainly filled with people heading home from the bar or restaurants at this time.

“You know, I’m thinking since I’m wearing such a pretty dress and I’d like for you to see what’s underneath I could give you a little strip show, I have some cute new panties on.” You giggled quietly as your eyes look up to the nighttime stars, lewd intentions in the back of your mind.

”Oh yeah?” The spiky black haired and pretty deep blue eyed young man questioned, this peaked his interest. “I think it’s a perfect idea… I needed to find one way or another to see that body of yours again, baby.” His tone changed as a sly small smirk crept up onto his lips.

Your (color) eyes twinkle “did I tell you how handsome you look tonight? You’re so hot, I’m such a lucky girl to be yours.” You flirted as you took in his cologne, it had hints of lavender and bergamot leaving for the perfect masculine scent that suited Megumi and was virtuosic.

He was confident and protective over you, even though the whole situation was lowkey Megumi had always gotten you a birthday present since you first met in first year, he remembered all the little details about you, god your pussy felt incredible for his cock too. He wanted to make you his.

You both urgently rushed back to his dorm, being careful to not be caught. Itadori kind of got the hint Megumi was up to something with you in his bedroom at nights so he backed off and tried to give you two your privacy. Itadori took the time to admire Jennifer Lawrence and envy Megumi. Still maintaining the bro-code.

Once you got back to Megumi’s dorm and he shut the door, it turned into a sexy little strip dance you gave him and then one thing lead to another and he was on top of you.

“That was perfect, baby girl.” He praised as you finished your dance.

“Mm did you like it?” You hummed say you felt him suck on your neck, leaving marks and bites all over you.

“Of course I did, so much so that you’ve made me hard already.” His voice filled your ears, making a tingly heat form in your lower regions.

“Let’s do something about that, I’m in the mood for a creampie.” You giggled telling him, “pretty please?”

“I can’t resist your feminine ways, of course.”

—

1:30 AM.

“Ahh that was really good.” Your voice sighed with delight as you lay against Megumi’s chest nuzzling up against him, he rubbed small circles on your back while his other hand was holding your hand.

“It was. You know how I love fucking you, you looked so pretty with my cum leaking out of you. We have the best sex.” Megumi replied quietly as both of you came down from your high. “You even have my marks all over your neck and chest.”

“I am feeling so drunk now, your cock made me feel so incredible too.” You whined feeling the buzz from your alcohol turning into a full on drunken state.

“Will you be okay heading back?” The dark haired male asked you and you nodded your head.

“Yeah I’ll be fine! I’ll just drink water once I get back and take a shower. We have to do this again soon.” You responded.

The way back to your place wasn’t even that far, just down the hall.

“We will. Text me before you head to sleep, let me know you’re okay.” He said before you got yourself cleaned up and grabbed your things. Saying goodbye to Megumi as you left with a final hug.

—

You stumbled out of the hallway, assuring Megumi you’d get back to your place alright. As soon as you opened the door to Gojo’s residence, you noticed the light was on to the living area and the kitchen. Shit, you were busted. What reasonable excuse could you possibly have for sneaking out in the middle of the night, surely Gojo and Nanami caught on that you stole Nanami’s liquor.

Sudden regret pooled in your core. Ugh why tonight? Can’t a girl just have time alone? The fear you had as a little girl of knowing you did wrong filled you, though Gojo had never punished you too hard this was different than skipping class or giving attitude. You were drunk and wearing a short, slutty dress, totally dehydrated after drinking 4 cans of beer and however many shots. Just enough liquid courage in your system. With the whole look you had on, dress, makeup, you couldn’t play it off. You slid off your shoes as you made your way to the hallway, attempting to tip toe back to your bedroom, then you heard him.

“Ah ah ah, missy. Where do you think you’re going? Come back here.” Gojo’s voice was loud and boomed through the living area, leaving you to internally panic. He didn’t sound mad? He sounded calm as hell and playful.

“Um hello?” Your voice nervously echoed as you walked into the living space, Nanami was sitting on the couch, he had a dress shirt and tie on with the pants he wore from his suit on, he had a beer in his hand, one of the ones you left over in the fridge. On the other couch across from Nanami was Gojo, in his usual attire and some sun glasses he wore inside.

Both of the men looked at you and examined your current state making you feel like a piece of meat.

“Where were you? I don’t have a curfew for you but I have expectations that you tell me when you’re going out. You also stole Nanami’s liquor, I don’t drink it so I don’t care that much but where were you? That was irresponsible.” Gojo asked in a stern tone then Nanami scoffed at him.

“Nobara’s dorm.” Your voice lied, it came out before you could think as it was to defend yourself.

“Don’t lie. By the way you are dressed I know exactly who you were with…. Meg-“ he started.

“Yeah! So what?” You snapped which caught both of the older men off guard, flaring your still teenage attitude. Gojo was already used to dealing with teenage girls and students so it wasn’t anything new to him.

“Then why did you need to take my beer? I thought you were a better kid than that. My vodka too.” Nanami asked.

“I-I just wanted to drink with him. I’m sorry Nanami, I’m not a kid anymore though.” You crossed your arms in protest.

He rolled his eyes and stared at you. “I don’t give a damn that you’re legal. You have been getting real entitled lately. If you’re going to dress so grown you might as well act grown too. You stole liquor I bought with my own money. Damn kids, you’ve never even been to a bar or had a real cocktail before and just go straight to the hard stuff to get hammered on. Do you not realize how unsafe that was?” Nanami scolded you.

You fucked up.

“You look like a hot-mess, I’ve heard what your other classmates have been saying about you and Fushiguro. You can tell me, just be honest. Are you two having sex?” Gojo asked in curiously, holding off on any further comments not to startle you.

This shocked you, how embarrassing. Your heartbeat immedly went up and your face went red, you gasped.

“Gojo, isn’t that a bit far? She’s still just a young girl.” Nanami asked.

“I’m not mad that my little girl has a boyfriend. I just want to make sure she is being safe. I noticed you haven’t been focusing as much on becoming a sorcerer and your work, more so directing your attention to Fushiguro.” Gojo crossed his arms in disappointment.

You nodded your head, admitting to your hookups. Gojo and Nanami both gave each other a look. You almost stumble over, the alcohol was really hitting you. Nanami stood up and walked over to you in a fatherly manner.

“You should’ve been more careful. Did you have any water?” He asked and you shook your head.

“N-no, I feel sick. Too much beer.” You whined as you clung to the older blonde haired man.

He directed you to the kitchen table and sat you down on a chair, he made himself at home and walked over to the fridge. He retrieved a cup from the cupboard and poured some water from the fridge and got a few ice cubes from the ice tray in the freezer. He handed you the glass cup as you drank half of it quickly.

Even with the AC cranked up it was still hot as hell in Gojo’s place.

“So you were just hooking up with Fushiguro while drinking?” Gojo asked walking over to the two of you.

“Ye-yeah. I’m sorry I stole your beer and vodka.” You apologized.

“I understand this must be very embarrassing for you (Name). Though I’d be concerned too if I were Gojo. It’s not safe to be wandering around while you’re intoxicated. You should have told him the truth and should have asked me before having one, you have my number you know.” Nanami sat down beside you.

“Right.” Gojo added. “I want my girl to be safe. I look after you and have been for a few years now. Have you been using protection? Condoms, birth control? If you need some just ask me, you shouldn’t be having a baby this young.”

You gave the two men an intimidated look as you couldn’t really process what was happening, you whimpered.

“Yes. I got birth control, I’m sorry Gojo. I just couldn’t resist. We’ve been having a lot of fun and you’re making me feel bad about this.” You muttered as you were embarrassed but the alcohol made it less stingy, you hiccuped.

“I can’t even begin to imagine what this conversation would be like as a father.” Nanami hissed. “And now that I’m apart of it, it’s even worse.”

”Chill man, you’re here so just accept it.” Gojo grunts.

“I get it. You’re young, want to spend time with boys, have sex, drink and do all of that. But you’re forgetting your goals here, you want to become a Jujutsu sorcerer. Not only are you putting yourself at risk for going out drunk in the night and being taken advantage of, you are also putting so much into this boy forgetting your studies entirely. That beer is pretty strong too, you were reckless and I’m disappointed.” Gojo told you and you looked up to both of the men with pleading doe eyes as if you were begging him to not be upset.

He was right, you should’ve called for him to help you back.

“With a short dress like that you’re bound to get bad attention. All of that makeup too. Since when did my princess become a woman already?” Gojo asked as he looked you up and down as he crossed his arms looking at you. Gojo was almost in disbelief, he remembered when you were younger and entirely different from how you are now. You had no interest in boys and said “yuck! No way” whenever he asked if you had a crush on one of the other students. How you’ve grown.

Of course Gojo thought you were beautiful, however he was in a position where he was your teacher and he was a role model figure in your life. So he also took it upon him to hold responsibility and teach you a lesson.

“Gojo, Nanami-“ you almost fell over in your chair from the dizziness and feelings of being nauseous. “Ha, ha… it was so good with Megumi. He made me feel good, I think I’m in love with him.” You giggle.

Gojo almost choked on his own cup of water. “Excuse me? (Name). It’s just you two having sex together right? You want to make sure he doesn’t have any other partners so you don’t risk the chance of an STD. But I doubt he is talking to anybody else based on how he acts with you.”

“It’s just us.” You added as Nanami got up to give you another cup of water.

“Drink more water, let’s flush that alcohol out of your system.”

Your dress hiked up just enough to show your (favourite color) lace panties that were visible to both the men, Nanami gulped as he tried to ignore this as he placed your now filled up glass on the table you were leaning against. Your bra was practically showing too, the same (favourite color) with lace, it was matching.

“I am expecting better from you. I hope you understand the consequences of this.” Gojo started as you continued to drink the water beginning to sober up.

“I was out with Nanami at a restaurant, thinking you’re at home in your room, asleep or watching TV. You do not tell me where you’re going or that you are drinking and risk the potential of being hurt. Apologize properly to Nanami for stealing his beer.”

You let out a whimper. “I’m sorry for not telling you where I was going and being irresponsible, Gojo. Nanami, I am very sorry for taking your beer. I can give you the money for it, I’ll be more careful next time.” You apologized.

“You are forgiven.” Both of the much taller men replied to you.

“Thank you!” You replied smiling.

”All smiles now huh?” Nanami chuckled. He understood what it was like to be young and wanting to try new things, though he was a responsible adult.

“I know what it’s like to be young and crazy. So tell me, how was it? Taking Megumi’s cock?” Gojo asked and Nanami gave him a strange look, of confusion and shock .

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“What have you done together? Has he made you cum? I wonder if an 18 year old boy knows how to make a girl cum. Though it’s Fushiguro I’m sure he knows to an extent. He isn’t as clueless as Itadori.” Gojo thought out loud and you giggled all giddy.

…

“I mean… just blowjobs, he ate me out before, usually we fuck and he makes sure that I cum most of the time. Then we eat food and cuddle, that has been about it.” You reply with a coy tone and expression on your face. Provoking them.

“Have you ever taken a grown man’s cock?” Gojo asked you with a chuckle and your face turned pink in response as you look from Gojo to Nanami.

“N-no but I want to, I just lost my virginity a month ago to Megumi.” You mutter out and Nanami looked at you with a blank expression.

“I’ve always thought you and Nanami are hot. But it’s bad I have a crush on my teachers.” You twiddled with your fingers looking down embarrassed.

“No need to be embarrassed, sweet girl.” Nanami started as he trailed off thinking about what you were doing with Fushiguro, curious about where this may lead.

“How about you go sit on Nanami’s lap and make it up to him?” Gojo suggested as you nodded your head standing up, walking over to Nanami.

It was like a fantasy come true. You were standing right in front of Nanami, not as a student this time. You looked at your teacher, his blonde hair looked soft, his eyes were stern and he had his goggles off of him at this time, you stared into his eyes. He was buff and tall, he smelled of a clean cologne. Nanami’s aroma of a primal and yet breezy scent filled your nose.

He pulled you into his lap as your panties were pressed right above his crotch. “That’s it princess.”

“Wow Nanami! Let’s not forget (Name) is my girl after all.” Gojo laughed in a joking manner resulting in an eye roll from Nanami.

“Shut up, let’s be serious” he snapped with annoyance.

On Nanami’s lap you slightly grind yourself on him while sulking from getting caught. You take in his cologne and wrap your arms around him for a hug.

“Look at me” Nanami ordered as you looked at him with innocent yet bedroom eyes, your lips were soft pink and pouted. Then he pressed his lips against yours, they had the smell of liquor on them.

You blushed pulling away momentarily after that kiss. “How did that feel, kissing your teacher?” Nanami asked as you smirked, pressing your lips against his again as an answer. You opened your mouth as he collided his tongue with yours. It was warm and wet, you loved the sensations of making out. Nanami held his hands on your hips, holding you steady with your crotch right on top of his, your clit already aching through your panties telling you that your body was ready to be touched.

“Gojo, I’m sorry.” You whimper out again to the men.

“It’s okay, but you’ve certainly been a dirty girl. Perhaps Nanami and I could teach you what it means to be a good girl. Isn’t that right Nanami?” Gojo asked

“Damn right, couldn’t do any harm. Besides I get the feeling this is what you’ve wanted from us all along. It’s normal to have a crush on your teachers when you’re young, only natural huh.” Nanami mumbled into your ear which made you let out a hum.

He was pretty tall, your feet aren’t anywhere close to the ground while on top of his lap, you loved the size difference and how you were so petite next to him.

Your face gave it all away as you smirked and let out a small moan at the thought of it. So, it was confirmed this is what you truly desired. Gojo and Nanami both haven’t had sex with any woman in awhile so they were getting a bit pent up, a good way to teach you a lesson and relieve themselves.

You stood up “I need to go pee. Can I go to the bathroom first?”

“I don’t know, can you?” Nanami asked and you rolled your eyes jokingly as your feet were met with the cool flooring, the room was still spinning a little as you got up. Damn, the alcohol kicked in hard.

“Go ahead.” Gojo gave you permission holding his arm out to the hallway.

”I know where it is, I live here.” You gawked.

“No attitude, (Name).” Gojo responded.

You walked down your hallway towards your bathroom. You couldn’t believe this was really happening, you took a moment to regain yourself as you used the restroom then went back to find Gojo and Nanami back on the couch. This didn’t feel real, let alone it didn’t feel morally correct. They were going to punish you for sneaking out, stealing the beer Nanami left in Gojo’s fridge. If it was really so terrible, why were your panties starting to get wet?

You walked over shyly to Gojo. “C’mere” he said patting to his lap as you sat in his lap, “bend over, I’m going to punish you. This is for your own good.” this made you realize how big your size difference between the two men really was. What a turn on.

You look at him and frown “aren’t I a bit old to be spanked, old man?” Your sassy tone came out.

“Listen, missy. You’re not in a position to argue against me. I’m not even that much older than you, bend down now (Name). You are weak compared to me.” Gojo ordered and you obeyed him as you got on top of his lap and bit your lip nervously.

”What a brat.” Nanami commented while watching you struggle.

Once you were leaning over his lap you turned your face to meet Nanami who was sitting on the couch across the one you were on, his eyes look at you with an intrigued expression.

“Hey Nanami, how many should we do?”

‘What did he just say?! Gahh! I really should have kept my mouth shut.’ You thought to yourself.

“How about 10. Make them hard too.”

With that, Gojo lifted up your dress to come over your ass. He examined your panties. “With panties like these no doubt you’re driving Fushiguro wild. Your cute little butt looks damn good in them.” His voice was laced with dominance.

You gave a breathy whine beneath him, greedy to be touched. Classic, a young girl only wanting pleasure and to be a pleasure slut.

“N-no. Not this.” Your voice was frail feeling the sudden embarrassment of the situation.

You let out an ‘Mmph’ as Gojo pulled your panties down, you felt your core become hot. Your princess parts were partially exposed to him like this, which were dripping onto his clothed legs as he looked down in amusement. “She is wet already.” Gojo announced to Nanami.

“Oh really now. I’ve seen the way she’s been acting around us lately, does not surprise me at all. All we did was talk to her and look at her, dripping wet.” Nanami gave a swift response as he picked his beer up from the black marble coffee table beside the couch.

You squirm in your place as Gojo moved his hand to hit your ass, and it was hard. It wasn’t like rough sex with Fushiguro who would slap your ass while doing doggy style, this time it was extremely rough and hurt.

“Ow!” You wince in pain as your voice grew high pitched and forced you into that state of submission. Gojo now earning your submission.

“One. Good little girl, take your punishment just like that. Daddy is so proud of you.”

Did he just say that? Daddy? Oh how that was an ultimate fantasy of yours. Having an older male touch you like this, especially that it was Gojo made your mind break. Being so close to him you could smell him, the scent of his cologne, fresh clothes and even a bit of his body wash. It smelled amazing.

You yelped in pain over and over again, it felt like a lot more than ten. All of these sensations were still just fresh to you so your mind was completely turned off as you entered a state of being hypnotized and your mind completely broken from Gojo.

“Eight…” His voice was cold like ice. He rubbed your ass after hitting it yet again, it was so red and forming little purple and tints of blue marks on both your ass cheeks.

“Wanna be marked by you daddy-“ you beg Gojo falling for him further.

“Aww!” He replied with a chuckle. “Is my baby girl learning some manners and obedience? What a lovely girl to train, listen to daddy.” The white haired man cooed in adoration.

“Nine.”

“Fuck it hurts so much!” You almost yell out. “It hurts so good!”

Nanami let out an “ah” as he finished his beer, placing the empty can back on the marble table.

Once Gojo finally hit that magical number; 10, your legs were shaking. You couldn’t see it but your ass was red and was starting to form a purple mark, a bruise was coming. You wouldn’t forget this.

“I’m sorry Gojo, I’m sorry Nanami. I won’t steal and sneak out ever again.” You cry out as some small tears stream down your eyes from the overload of emotions and sensations.

“You are forgiven, but you still need to take this. We have to ensure the punishment and lesson is clear and that it sticks.” Gojo assured you.

Gojo lifted you off of him and placed you back on the couch as he stood up. “I need to get something, I’ll be back.” He walked out to the hallway of the apartment to what you assumed to be his bedroom.

This peaked your curiosity and Nanami’s, though he had a feeling of what Gojo was up to. Before long he came back holding black rope, it looked like a form of bondage.

“We will take it slow. I think you’d look so pretty with a shibari tie. I’ve always found them quite beautiful. I’m good with my hands.” He snickered with a grin.

Your mouth gaped open in surprise, not sure what to expect. Gojo came over beside you and undid your dress, (favorite color) lacy bra and removed your matching panties. He dropped the bra to the floor, Gojo and Nanami’s eyes were glued to your bare chest. Your nipples were soft and slightly puffy, your cup size was the perfect size. Easy for the men to grope. Gojo gave your tits a squeeze, fondling them before getting the rope out.

He made a pretty tie that wrapped around your tits nicely, it made them pop out a little. It wasn’t too tight and felt rather secure and comfy. He tied it around your waist and your thighs, so there would be easy access to your pussy. He knew what he was doing and seemed to have experience with shibari and ropes in general.

Nanami clapped “very good, now hurry up we don’t have all night.”

“I know you like being a slut so as an award you get to suck my cock. You better do it good.” Nanami ordered you.

“Work has been stressful being a salaryman and now being a Jujutsu sorcerer I am still stressed. Having to work for a living sucks. Give me some release, could use a pretty girl to suck my cock, yeah?” He commanded you and you nodded as you weakly got up, your legs wobbly as you kneeled on the cool floor looking up to the tall blonde man who stood in front of you, you made eye contact. Your big and dolled up eyes looked into his.

He did the work of unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down. He was wearing a black pair of boxer briefs, they fit him well, his toned muscles in his thighs were noticeable as his cock sat perfectly within his boxers, it was truly an exciting sight.

Your heart rate went up, this was amazing. Words couldn’t describe how much of a rush you felt in this moment. Everything you wanted, and more.

“Mm I’m such a lucky girl, I’ve fantasized about this. I’ve always wanted my teachers cock, sir.” You look up to Nanami and he patted your head.

You knew exactly the right words to say too.

“Good girl, be a good student and do this for me. Suck my cock, I’m sure you have some skill with it so let’s see what ya got sexy.” He smirked.

While Gojo was more eccentric and outgoing, Nanami was quiet and more serious. You did have the hots for both of them.

“Of course, I’d be happy to do so.” You grinned in delight as a lewd expression crossed your face.

Gojo wanted to learn about you and what you liked sexually as he watched. You pulled down on Nanami’s boxers with a tug to his ankles. His cock was hard, it made your pussy soaked. You lifted your hand as you held onto his cock with one hand on his shaft lightly, then you licked his tip. Swirling your tongue around Nanami’s tip causing him to let out a small grunt.

Swirling your tongue around Kento’s tip just like those strawberry lollipops you love. Your tongue glided across his slit which had some beads of precum forming. It was so sweet and yummy.

You used your hand to pump his cock a little as Nanami sat back down on the couch and you crawled in between his legs and continued to suck his cock, taking half of his girth now. A little to shy to make eye contact.

Your pussy juices leaked onto the floor, your cunt was so fucking wet dripping. It was so easy for Gojo to work you up like this, even Fushiguro didn’t work you up this much. Gojo took notice of this as he stood up, watching in amusement at the sight of his precious girl sucking Nanami’s cock.

“Does it feel good daddy?” You asked as your spit began to drip down onto your chin, you fondled his balls gently, massaging them lightly and embracing the feeling of touching Nanami’s balls. You tried to take more and more of the older man’s cock in your mouth.

“Is she doing a good job, Nanami?” Gojo asked and Nanami hummed in response.

“Fuck yeah, keep going cumslut. You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

The taller man Gojo, leaned down and got inbetween your legs, you felt his finger slide against your exposed slit his fingers played with your arousal.

“You won’t be able to wait to see his pussy, Nanami. God so fucking pretty and pink. Your little clit looks so gorgeous.” Gojo’s voice had shifted and become more dark and deep.

You felt his hot breath against your pussy as his tongue glided against your clit ever so delicately, his face right at your private areas. This caused sparks to fly in your body and a feeling of pleasure struck. Greedy to get yourself off on his tongue.

You let out a moan through sucking Nanami’s cock, your cheeks were now a bright red and hot from all of your blushing. This was incredible.

Gojo’s tongue licked the lips of your slit and he used his fingers to spread open your cunt, looking at the hole. It was so tiny, it looked as tight as a virgin.

“Such a tiny hole, you can tell she hasn’t been stretched out yet. She needs some grown men to use her to stretch that cunt out.” He muttered as his tongue dove into your cute hole with ease.

“You taste sweet, so delicious.”

These compliments made butterflies form in your tummy. So good, so good.

You let out a sweet mewl through sucking on Nanami’s big cock. “Mm so good” you moaned as Gojo’s tongue explored the entrance of your soaked hole, making you lose focus on the task at hand.

He licked your clit as he let go and began to press kisses on your inner thighs, trailing those soft kisses up to your clit as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit adding to the stimulation.

You bat your lashes as you looked up to Nanami, who stared down at you with an intense expression - grabbing some of your hair in his hand as a make shift pony tail. You began to deep throat him as you braced yourself to take all of his cock within your mouth as it went down your throat.

“Slutty girl, you little whore. Letting your teacher have his way with you? My dirty girl.” Nanami used his over hand to caress your cheek softly.

“Mhm” you moaned, drool all over you.

Tears felt like they were swelling up in your eyes as you deep throated the man’s not super long but very girthy cock.

“Lucky you’re on birth control, otherwise I would get your womb filled up with cum regardless” Gojo spoke from behind you as his tongue flicked against your button, abusing your clit as you felt yourself indulging in these euphoric pleasures of being eaten out.

“The perfect barely legal and teen breeding slut.” Gojo said outloud and it made you moan and whimper from his words alone.

It was mouth watering and made your cunt drip of all your pussy juices. You could tell Gojo was an expert pussy eater as he knew exactly the right ways to get you begging for more as his tongue teased your wet and glossy lips.

“Fuck! This is even better than how Megumi ate me out.” You cracked as you slightly lifted your head off from Nanami’s cock, drool coming out of your mouth carelessly like nothing else mattered but pleasure.

“Of course it does, sweet pea. I’m a grown man, I’ve learned how to do this.” Gojo replied in a cocky manner followed by a laugh, knowing his tongue was doing wonders for your aching pussy.

Though it made you feel so embarrassed yet so turned on knowing you were probably about to get your pussy filled with cum. It made you even more turned on knowing Nanami was watching all of this.

“Daddy, I wan’ you to fuck me” you whimper out looking up to Nanami needy like the greedy pleasure slut you are, finally letting go of his cock.

You felt yourself approaching your orgasm as you got close to cumming you let out heavy breaths and high pitched lewd noises of pleasure. “Gojo!” You cry out. “I’m gonna cum, s’too good. Fuck, I love when you eat my pussy. Thank you for this!” You moan in ecstasy followed by a series of slutty sounds.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me. Let’s get you all wet for my cock.” He smirked as his tongue glided quickly and flicked against your clit, you mewled in pleasure.

“Ahh m’ cumming!” Your head rested on Nanami’s thigh as your eyes almost rolled back, your mouth wide open with a light furrow on your brows as you came all over your Sensei’s tongue.

White and clear pussy juices leaked from your cunt as Gojo gave a look of satisfaction “little slut” his voice rasps.

“You’re awfully selfish. Your only concern was to get yourself off. Now you’ve left us horny and bothered.” Gojo grabbed you and lifted you up off the ground as he held you in his arms and sat you on the couch beside Nanami, facing him.

Gojo was behind you around the arm of the couch as he forced to spread your legs open to show Nanami your pussy. “Show Nanami your pussy. This is what you’ve been letting that Fushiguro drill? One lucky kid. Such a pretty pussy (Name), let’s teach you what it means to be fucked by a real man.” Gojo’s voice purred as Nanami tilted his head to stare directly at your pussy, licking his lips in hunger.

Kento examined your pink pussy and how tight and small it was, truly the pussy of a young innocent woman who was ready to be corrupted. Gojo and Nanami both knew this was what’s best for you, to teach you your place.

“Soo, who is going to fuck me first?” You innocently asked looking from Nanami to lifting your head back to look up at Gojo, coming down from your high but your pussy still sensitive and ready for cock.

“I’ll be fucking you first, I am your guardian after all. I think it’s my place to discipline my student when needed, besides it’s not like you have a problem with this.”

“Aren’t we going to get in trouble for this?” You asked timidly looking down.

“You’ll keep your mouth shut won’t you? It’s our secret. You’re a young woman now, but I’m still the one who’s in charge of you and your mentor. It’s always important to teach younger sorcerers and educate them properly.” Nanami asked as you nodded your head but inside felt massive uncertainty.

FUCK IT.

You laid back against the couch with a soft cushion behind you supporting your back. Gojo took the time to get in front of you as he lifted his top off and undid his pants, taking them off followed by his boxers which then you were faced with his large cock. He made sure to remove all clothing. His cock was big and hard, you saw that his tip was leaking pre cum.

“I-I’m nervous” you bit your lip.

“What’s wrong? Where’d the tough girl facade go?” Gojo chuckled, mocking you.

“It’s just a cock, no need to be scared.” His voice was sultry, you looked at it as Gojo finished removing all of his clothes so that he was entirely naked infront of your also naked form. Nanami used this time to undo his tie and take his dress shirt off as he watched you.

“Daddy” you whine looking up at Gojo in your drunken state.

You tried to close your legs as Gojo came up in between them and forced you to spread them. “Obey and make this easy for me.”

You complied as you looked down and watched as he placed his cock right against your clit, teasing it as you whimper “I need it, Satoru please.”

You use his name and he flashed you a perverted grin.

“Anything for my babygirl with the best manners.” He lined his cock up with the entrance of your pussy. You continue to stare down with an undying lust-filled expression, an erotic look in your big eyes.

“You love being watched, don’t you? Must turn you on knowing I get to watch this sexy young girl get her pussy used by her teacher.” Nanami pointed out as his cock twitched in his hand, palming himself lightly to edge.

“Yes sir. I’ve wanted your cocks for so long. I love older men like you both, you’re so sexy and can give me all I need.”

You let out a cry as you felt his cock enter you, “oh fuck!” You moaned as Gojo’s cock slowly entered with your tight pussy walls happily welcoming him in. You felt so warm, wet and tight to Gojo. He was going at it missionary.

Gojo’s hands were on your waist using them as support as he entered himself in you all the way, at last feeling his balls brush up against your ass and his cock pressing right up against your cervix. Thank fucking god for birth control otherwise this would certainly get you knocked up with his seed.

“Feels so deep, I can’t take it! Stop it, no more!” You moaned as you grope one of your breasts, squeezing it in your hand.

“Doing okay, sweetie?” Gojo asked and you nodded your head, your vision was still a bit unsteady from being so drunk and out of it.

”I-I guess” you slurred your words. It was a super hot sight for the men to lay their eyes on you in this state.

With that “confirmation” he began to trust in and out of you, the tip of his pretty and shaved cock hitting your cervix, filling your up all the way. Unalike Gojo, Nanami just trimmed his memeber as you glanced over and watched the man and also Jujutsu sourcer slowly stroke himself, though he looked annoyed.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked bitterly and confused wondering why he wasn’t using your mouth.

“I’m going to finish in that hole as well.” Nanami replied to you, you smiled cheekily, happy with his answer.

“Fuck daddy!” You mewl as the wet noises of your pussy being ravished filled the room, wrapping your legs around Gojo’s muscular but lean body pulling him in deeper.

“You’re nothing but insatiable. I want nothing more than to take that little pussy.” Nanami growled as he watched you get fucked.

“You look so pretty taking my cock ya know?” Gojo grunted admiring your tight body.

“I love your cock daddy. Every time I touch myself all I can fantasize about is Gojo and Nanami fucking me. I love it so much.” You whine loudly as you submitted yourself to them.

The smells of sex filled the air, the room smelled purely of lust.

A part of you felt bad about doing this immediately after having sex with Megumi, besides you two were developing a romantic relationship. You tried to push those feelings to the side and focus on the current moment, it’s not like anybody would find out about this, right?

“You don’t need to act like you’re all grown and have everything figured out (Name.)” Nanami started, “it’s completely okay to be young and need some lessons from an adult, just like this.”

Your flushed face nodded your head. “I-I know, I just want to be independent ‘das all. Can’t help that ‘m so needy” you slurred your words.

You were even surprised at yourself with how much you were moaning and letting out these ridiculously slutty noises, your pretty high pitched noises were just like music to both of the men’s ears.

“I’m going to train you to be my slut.” Gojo said looking down at you as he sucked on the skin of your breasts, surely to leave a mark.

“Agh, yes!” You moaned as his tongue swept across your sensitive nipple. Leaking pretty marks and bites all over your chest, your tits bounced with every thrust.

Nanami groped your tit with one hand, playing and squeezing your nipple as you squeak.

“Holy shit, look at her tummy Nanami-“ Gojo groaned as Nanami looked at your tummy. Gojo’s cock was bulging through your tummy, showing how deep he was inside of you and how petite your body was compared to his own.

“Tiny little thing arent you?” Nanami cooed.

“Yes daddy. Mm wish you could knock me up, fucking sucks I’m on birth control. All I’ve wanted is to take it raw.” You moaned.

“That would be sweet wouldn’t it? I could give you my seed and you could raise some good kids for me. Hopefully some strong future sorcerers.” Gojo moaned as you nodded your head in excitement, baby fever was perhaps kicking in a little too hard for your age.

Who fucking cares, you’re drunk and these hot men are all yours. It’s only a natural urge isn’t it.

“Goddamn, this pussy is so tight. Don’t go giving yourself out to other guys, got it?” He barked.

“Daddy my pussy is all yours!” You cry out feeling the sensations of Gojo’s cock hitting your sweet spot right inside of you.

Gojo placed his finger into your mouth, instinctively you began to suck on it. His finger was much bigger than yours. You looked up to his face, you could see a glimpse of his eyes through his sun glasses, which shaded his beautiful light blue orbs.

“Nngh! Why does it feel so good, it’s never felt so good before like this.” Your voice was so innocent, in contrast to that sexy and promiscuous outfit you had prior.

Going out like a grown woman, meeting a guy, you weren’t that at all. You’re here being taught a lesson by Gojo and Nanami, you’re still their submissive student who needed guidance.

“What do you mean princess?” Nanami asked. “Was letting a teenage guy fuck you not doing it for you?” He asked in sincerity, it sounded a lot more rude than his intentions were.

“No, it’s good but Megumi just didn’t have this much experience in pleasuring me. I just feel so good, fuck me hard Gojo.” You whined out loudly needy for more cock.

Gojo’s thrusted harder, his hand reaching down to rub circles on your clit taking you into a state which made you feel like you were lost in paradise. You felt your pussy clench around his cock as you felt yourself approaching an orgasm, god, his dick hit all the right places. It hit repeatedly against your cervix over and over again and your sweet spots. Your womb practically begging for cum and for a baby from him at this point.

Unable to control your body as your legs start shaking and you let out desperate lewd moans.

“Going to cum baby?” Gojo asked and you bit down on your lip hard.

“How did you know?” Your voice asked.

“I can just tell.” He murmurs as he leaned in, you wrapped your arms around his torso as you kissed him. He let his tongue explore your mouth as your lips collide in unison.

You moan throughout the kiss as the sensation of your orgasm filled your body. Your pussy feeling intense waves of pleasure as your juices flowed all on his cock, squeezing him, desperate to be filled with his cum. You could tell you were creaming all over his huge and veiny cock.

Gojo pulled from your kiss as he let out some grunts and a low moan throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuckkk, just like that Angel. Daddy’s cumming.” Gojo held your legs open as his cock came inside your cunt, deep inside you as his milky liquids pooled in your hole.

“Shit, feels so tight.” He moaned throughout his orgasm, his cock twitching inside of you as it began to throb.

“Such a good girl.” He groaned with a final thrust a you both gave heavy breaths.

You lay back, trying to catch your breath before Gojo pulled out of you. He watched as his semen leaked out of your fertile hole, so pretty. There was a lot of it too.

He gave a satisfied hum “you did a good job at emptying daddy’s balls, my slut.” He praised you as he got out from in between you. Your legs felt a little sore, specifically your hips from stretching them open to give him access to fuck you.

“Thank you, it was so good.” You sighed happily, taking a finger of yours to dip into your cunt, his seed covered your finger as you placed it in your mouth. Sucking on your finger. It was a little salty, with a hint of sweetness, his cum tasted so good.

Your eyes closed momentarily, feeling exhausted. Gojo took a seat back on the couch as he got his boxers back on. Though he was definitely there to watch the show. You were taken out of your relaxation by a voice.

“Get on your hands and knees, bitch.” Nanami ordered with a exuding an aura of dominance.

You turned and lifted your frail body up as you got down on your hands and knees with your ass in the air for Nanami. You were tired but you wanted more cock, you had to take it. You had no choice.

He watched as your hole leaked of Gojo’s cum and wanted to fill you up instead, wanting you all to himself.

“Such a pretty pussy, you must get lots of compliments on how cute your pussy is.” Nanami remarked

“Nnnn, Nanami, sir. Need it so badly.” You whined as you felt your pussy feel even more aroused again. You were soaking onto the couch, chasing another high as you wanted to cum even more, how insatiable and hard to satisfy you were.

“Use your words, speak properly for me, (Name).” Nanami commanded you and you rolled your eyes, luckily neither Gojo or Nanami could see that.

“Pretty please daddy, I need your cock, I wanna feel your cock stretch my little pussy so badly. Pleasure yourself in me, I’m your play thing!” You cry out begging for him and feeling more greedy now than ever.

“Good girl, little one.” Nanami praised as you felt his cock immediately push into your hole with ease, he started off a little slow but built his trusting up quickly and finding a fast pace, sounds of skin smacking filled the room as you felt like a bitch in heat, all that could fill your mind was cock and wanting more of it.

Nanami slapped your already red ass another time, he was a lot more rough and stern than Gojo.

He let out a heavy breath “there’s so much you have to learn about pleasure, I could make you feel good like this anytime.”

“God, your cock is so fucking massive I can hardly take it. You are right at my womb.” Your cervix being hit over and over again by Nanami’s cock, your pussy twitching around it. You arched your back and you felt Nanami pull your hair, tugging it slightly.

“Fuck!” You moaned with a lewd and sexy pitch. Letting out some silly drunk giggles making Gojo lay back on the couch with his arms stretched out leaning on the back of the couch with a proud smirk on his face.

“You are my little sex doll, such a perfect fucktoy.” Nanami hissed as his thrusts were growing sloppy but still going strong and hitting all the right places inside you, all you were focusing on was the pleasure.

“Wish I could get knocked up with your baby Nanami, I’d look so pregnant with your baby in my belly.” You whimper under him.

“You would, absolutely. The perfect breeding slut to carry my children. If you weren’t on birth control, I don’t know if I’d be able to pull out, honestly.” He moans as his cock abuses your tight and young hole.

“God yes, more more.” You beg Nanami as the man begins letting out a series of primal groans, some sweat forming in his hairline and his eyebrows furrow.

You couldn’t see it from your point of view but a sexy expression of absolute enjoyment was on his usually emotionless and blank face.

“You love being watched don’t you (Name)?” Gojo gently asked you and you could only nod in response.

”I love it so much! I love watching my hole get fucked and you watching me while Nanami stretches my pussy.” You confess.

”Aw god, such a dirty slut, I love that.”

“Nanami is such a nurturing man. He is taking care of you, making sure you have water and looking after you while you’re drunk and now punishing you for disobeying rules and disappointing us. Look at you, taking the punishment so well and getting so much pleasure from it. Horny girl.” Gojo teased as you look up to make eye contact with him, your eyes rolled back into your head and your hair was all messy.

“Daddy, I love cock. Thank you for giving me this, I’ve learned my lesson.” You mewled as you replied to Gojo.

“Well, I’m so glad!” He grinned. “Precious girl, you’ll always be my baby okay? I’ll always take authority over you.” Gojo cooed as he caressed your cheek then placing a kiss on your head.

“That’s it.” Nanami gave out a low toned moan while you squeezed around him.

“I’m going to cum, I need you to cum for me princess.” The man who was drilling you ordered, you felt your high approaching too as you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“So close, m’ gonna cum” your voice was unstable as you legs began shaking and your eyes shut tightly. Being ravished felt so good. You felt like falling into a state of enteral bliss.

“God fuck me daddy! I’m cumming for you, you’re making my little pussy feel so good.” Your cunt clenched around the older male’s cock, getting all of your pussy’s sweet arousal and white juices all over it.

Nanami began to cum too as his cum shoots inside of your pussy, right at your cervix with a final thrust followed by heavy breathing.

It felt so warm and comforting as Nanami shot his seed into your fertile hole. You gave a coy smile as he pulled out and watching all of the cum drip out of you, flowing out of your pussy. Your pussy was puffy from all of the stimulation and your folds were soaked with cum.

“Thank you for that.” You mumbled as your body fell onto the couch, crawling over to Nanami to lay on his lap.

You laid against the couch completely dazed at what just happened. How could you possibly believe this was real? It felt like a dream. It was in fact reality.

“Are you both really mad at me?” You mumbled out, feeling needy for aftercare.

Gojo and Nanami both shared a glance. Gojo shrugged. “Ehh, I’m not mad.” He replied full of energy, the man really did have stamina.

“No we are not angry, we both care for you and want you to be safe. Can’t deny that you’re an attractive young woman. There are some bad people out there and curses as well, you can’t always defend yourself.” Nanami spoke as you laid against his chest. You were able to hear his heartbeat which relaxed you, he held your hand and your eyes were growing drowsy.

“I learned my lesson. Thank you both, it was so fun.” You thanked them with a quiet and soft voice.

“It was fun, you’re absolutely welcome. I’ll be expecting to do this again, little one.” Nanami replied as he chuckled from how adorable you were.

Gojo smiled and felt satisfied, “come here, let’s get these ropes off of ya princess.”

You crawled over to Gojo on the couch and he untied all of the ropes you had on letting you free. Finally pulling you into his arms as he hugged you.

“I’m so proud of you. Promise me you’ll always be safe and if you need a drink or something just ask Nanami!” He teased.

“Well if it turns into this I suppose.” Nanami grunted.

You giggled “I promise!”

”And, being safe is important. I was more concerned about your safety than anything, you know how much I love you. I always want to protect my little princess.” Gojo added to his comment trying to ease any tension.

“Will we ever do this again Gojo?” You asked and be nodded his head. “Oh, I’m sure we will.”

You softly smiled happily, feeling a rush of dopamine. You began to feel sleepy as your body was tired from being used, still feeling tipsy.

“I’m going to have to go and call Fushiguro’s dad to tell him his son finally got a girlfriend!” Gojo laughed with a goofy grin and your blush turned into a scowl “No way!” You shriek.

“You know that is not a good idea.” Nanami told him. “It’s too late for this. Let’s get her cleaned up and in bed, we should call it a night too.” Nanami said.

“Good idea.” You responded as they helped you up to get cleaned up and taken care of for the night.

What a night, it was incredible and definitely a learning experience in more ways than one. Feeling content with your new sexual relationship with your teachers and your relationship with Megumi. You took off your makeup, had a nice warm shower to get yourself cleaned up and Gojo helped you into bed.

Nanami ended up sleeping on the couch that night before heading home in the morning.

You couldn’t wait to do that again.

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It was the following day in the afternoon.

While you were taking the train home from shopping for makeup and some snacks right as you got off the train and began walking back to Jujutsu Tech you heard foot steps behind you, and you noticed a shadow blocking the sunlight from behind you as you turned around and were faced with who you assumed to be Fushiguro Toji, Megumi’s father.

Your eyes were dark and dolled up with makeup, even though there was no class that day you wore your school uniform so it was blatantly obvious it was you.

You looked up at him and made eye contact with him, as you wanted to run back home to the safety of Gojo not knowing the man right before your eyes.

“(Last Name),(Name) is it?” The older man’s deep voice spoke. It wasn’t like Megumi’s silky soft voice, it was deeper and a bit darker.

Megumi was a very calm, kind hearted and loving guy even if he didn’t always show it. The intentions of his father who stood in front of you weren’t clear and this made you feel anxious.

You nodded your head timidly as you were much smaller than this man. Though, you could see where Megumi got his good looks from. He had resemblance to his father.

“Rumour has it, you’re my son’s girlfriend.” He bluntly spoke with an alluring tone, confirming that this was his dad.

“I-I am.” You stutter your response shyly. The relationship wasn’t exactly confirmed but that was the easiest way of putting it.

The warm sun shined down onto you both. Your (color) hair shined under its beams as you were confused to where this was leading.

“Pretty young thing, aren’t you? I see that kid is all grown up now and not so little, becoming a man.” Toji spoke eyeing you up and down like a predator seeking its prey, you blush.

“Ah thank you! It’s nice to meet you, sir.” You blushed nervously, bowing to the man.

“Beautiful body too. I can see he has decent taste in women at least.” He snickered and you raised an eyebrow.

“T-thanks, sir?” You shyly replied sounded clueless.

What the hell was going on? This was too damn strange. Though you couldn’t deny he was a good looking man.

How could you get out of this situation? Did Gojo know about this? How did he find you?

“I’d like to meet with you. Next Friday at 8:30 PM come here,” the man handed you a slip of paper with a location on it as you examined it.

“But what is this?” You asked with caution knowing to be wary.

“It’s an address to a location I’d like to meet you at, cutie. I want to get to know my son’s girlfriend.” He gave you a small yet dark smirk before walking off.

A/N I DO WRITING COMMISSIONS NOW!! PM me for more info.

Happy New Year everyone! Should I make a part two? I have no clue, but if anyone wants one let me know and we can include Toji. This was so fun to write so I really hope someone likes it. Let me know if you liked it, please be nice :”). Comments are appreciated. 💞 ♡ If you want more please tell me and check my AO3 out.

Pairing: gojo x fem!reader x geto

2 in 1

Trying to mess with your co-workers' heads, but they ended up messing with your body instead.

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, pussy spanking (like 1 time lol), squirting, nipple play, mirror sex, cunnilingus, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal, clit play, dirty talking

"Open up."

Satoru's voice echoed in the room as he locked one of your legs under his. The cool air inside the room blew over your womanhood, making your nub hard, protruding out of your wet slit.

"Such a pretty pussy," Suguru whispered in your ear while he trapped your other leg with his. You have no chance of closing your thighs when it's the two of them spreading them apart.

You stared in the mirror in front of you, watching how lewd you looked between these two big men. Their hands traveled and snaked all over your body. You don't know how your simple days of playful teasing turned into a night like this. You were just trying to make an impression ever since these two were transferred to your department in hopes that you'd get to have one of them on you.

Who would have thought that you'd end up having both?

About an hour ago, Satoru just invited you for a couple of drinks as you were about to leave your faculty room. Now, you're already in his apartment, sitting half-naked on his bed as one of Suguru's hands massages your inner thighs and pussy folds, dangerously close to your sensitive and throbbing clit but never directly touching it. At the same time, Satoru's fingers played with your nipples.

"Please," You pleaded to them as your essence dripped to the floor. Their deep chuckles sent vibrations to your cunt that made you squirm and rock your hips against the bed, desperate and begging for friction.

"Look at yourself," Satoru grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks gently as he forced you to watch your reflection. You tried to cover your breasts, but his hands were quick to swat them away, clicking his tongue. Suguru stopped his ministrations on your thighs and turned his attention to your tits, fondling and bumping them against each other in the warm palms of his hands.

"That's fucking hot," Satoru spoke through clenched teeth, enjoying how they bounced before taking one in his hands and latching on the nipple. He repeatedly sucked it hard before letting it go with a pop. The moans that you let out were quickly accompanied by his satisfied hums as he nibbled on it. He inhaled your scent as he nuzzled your chest, flicking the bud sharply with his tongue.

"Don't tell me your gonna cum from getting your tits sucked?" Suguru teased, pinching the other nipple when your eyes started to roll back. They're too much. They're too much for you. You were only starting, yet you could already feel yourself melting under their touch.

"Can't neglect this little one, though, can we?" Suguru's fingers snaked down to your pussy, spreading the slit with his index and middle finger, looking in the mirror to watch the hole flutter and clench. "Bet you've been waiting for this. You've been walking and bending around in these short, tight skirts."

"And always wearing the prettiest panties," Satoru added as he licked your nipples, making you whimper at how sensitive and tender they were from all the sucking. Your hand flew to caress his white locks, clenching your fingers and tugging on them.

Lost in the feeling of Satoru's mouth on your skin, you were caught by surprise when Suguru's palm landed a light slap on your pulsing clit. You squealed at the contact; pain and pleasure made your eyes water.

"Eyes on me." He growled, turning your face to him to kiss your lips hard. Your tongue danced with his before he sucked it into his mouth. "Fucking sexy." He whispered when he pulled away, eyeing your glistening pussy as he played with your pearl before slowly pushing his middle finger inside. He stared intensely into your eyes, loving the way your mouth fell open as his finger disappeared into your wetness.

You heard Satoru's belt being removed and dropped on the floor as you watched Suguru's fingers go in and out of your wet hole, mewling when he added another one, curling it to hit your spot.

"There's two of us, you know?" Satoru grabbed your hand to wrap it around his length, standing tall and proud as precum oozed from its tip. You spread it on his length to use it as lube before stroking it up and down. Every movement of your wrist equates to Satoru's moans and sighs. You palmed Suguru through his pants, making him smirk at Satoru as he undid his belt and zipper. You looked into the mirror, and seeing the position you were in only worked you up even more.

"She's creaming, Satoru, look." Suguru chuckled as he slowly pulled out his fingers to show his best friend your thick essence coating his fingers.

"Fuck. Give me that," Satoru beckons, opening his mouth as he continues to thrust into your hand. You watched as his mouth opened, waiting for Suguru to give him a taste of you. It was all so nasty yet so hot that you couldn't help but moan when you watched him lick every drop of it.

He took Suguru's fingers in his mouth, humming as he sucked on it like he's been begging for water in the middle of a desert, and you're the oasis, your juices quenching his thirst. You held Suguru's hard member in your hand, licking its head and making him grunt as he pulled his fingers away from Satoru.

"Want more. You're going to give me more, right?" Satoru spoke to you before pulling away to reposition you on the bed.

He laid you on your back, putting a pillow under your head as you continued to suck his best friend's dick. "Keep this wide-open f'me, yeah?" He pushed your legs onto the mattress on either side of you before getting into position, resting his weight on his elbows. His blue eyes stared at your hole as it clenched around nothing. The juices that he oh so badly wants dripping from it to your ass.

"Shit," you heard him mutter under his breath before giving your jewel a few pecks. The kisses then turned into lapping, then sucking and slurping, and it wasn't long until he was fully making out with your pussy. His grunts and growls sent tremors against your core, making it overflow even more.

You're a moaning mess as Suguru's fingers clench around your hair, poking the inside of your cheek with his fat tip. You turned your head towards him before taking it all into your mouth, deep throating him until you coughed and tears fell from your eyes. You looked up at him, tapping his dick on your tongue, before taking him whole again.

"Ah, fuck. Just like that. Your throat feels so good." He hissed as he pushed your head closer to him, letting your nose touch his pelvis before letting you go, panting. You felt Satoru's fingers make their way past your entrance, making you slightly arch your back. His mouth still latched on to your nub as he scissors you open with his long digits. You sucked and licked the length of Suguru's cock, eyes looking down on the other man as he flicked his tongue around your bead. His eyes looked deep into yours, lust and hunger both evident in them.

You stroked Suguru's member as you sobbed from the intense feeling. You were so lost in their every movement, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "You wanna cum?" He said while showing you his charming smile. You nodded your head eagerly while sucking his tip, batting your lashes to impress.

"Rub her, Suguru." Satoru pulled away, spreading your lips with his fingers as his best friend reached over to rub your button. He drew circles on it, tender with the right amount of pressure, making you sigh. And soon, those sighs turned to mewls.

In sync with each other, their speeds gradually picked up. You have now long forgotten about your job to pleasure Suguru as both of your hands gripped the sheets. Suguru was too focused on pleasuring you that he didn't even notice you stop. Satoru was hitting your spot perfectly, and you were sure that your dam would burst any moment.

"Thought you wanna come?" Satoru watched you as you arched your back which made it easier for him to reach the place where you wanted his fingers to be. "Go on. Cum." He encouraged you, gripping the back of your knee to stop you from closing your legs. You know you're going to make a mess.

"What are you so afraid of?" Suguru taunted, his digits moving faster and pressing harder on your bundle of nerves, making you see stars.

"No, stop. Gonna...S'gonna be messy." You tried to reach for their hands, but the ripples of orgasm were faster than you, hitting you in waves as you trembled and cried out in pleasure under them. The movements of their hands were unceasing as they locked your legs open, determined to break you.

"That's right. Let it all go, babe." Suguru cooed when you screamed out, squirting hard, wetting them and the bed. They watched your reaction with a gleam in their eyes, amazed by how your body responded to their actions. How you spray fluids of delight, and how your hole continuously clench even as Satoru pulled out his digits.

"Wow." He spread your hole with his thumbs, watching it yet again as it spasms and gushes out liquids. He gave your clit one last kiss before standing up and stroking his now very hard member. They both stepped out of their pants, watching you move and wobble to completely undress.

"Get on all fours, babe," Suguru commanded as he eyed Satoru who was rummaging through the drawers. The dim lights of his apartment seemed to make every moment sultry and sensual as you positioned yourself on the bed. You felt Suguru lightly push on your upper back, making you stick your ass out as you pressed the side of your face against the mattress.

"Catch," Satoru threw a bottle to Suguru, which he quickly caught mid-air. "Let's see what's got Suguru panting earlier, hm?" He teased as he kneeled in front of you. You automatically lifted yourself up on your arms, holding his rod. You kissed his tip, making him smirk at you before your kitten licks caused his mouth to slightly open and his eyebrows bump together. He's leaking, and you could tell how sensitive his head already was.

"Slowly," He instructed as you took him in your mouth, sliding it past your lips, inch by inch. You felt a cold liquid on your behind, making you moan. Satoru curses under his breath as he feels your throat and lips vibrate around him.

"You're so good at this," he chuckled as you bobbed your head slowly, running your tongue under his length and looking up at him with innocent eyes. You hollowed your cheeks, hearing him grunt as he grabbed a handful of your hair.

"Imma go slowly here too," You felt Suguru's tips against your ass, slowly stretching the hole. "Oh, fuck." You panted as your hand pumped Satoru's shaft. You didn't know that stinging pain could feel this good. He slowly moves in and out of you, helping you relax and loosen around him. Your sticky fluids are soon dripping out of your cunt, and your nerves feel as if they're on fire.

"You're enjoying too much," Satoru playfully narrowed his eyes at Suguru, making him chuckle as he slowly pulled out of you.

"C'mere," Suguru plopped down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his member glistening with lube. "Go on," Satoru urged, pulling out his dick to tap it a couple of times on your cheek. You obediently followed, slightly staggering from the intrusion earlier.

"Will they fit?" You asked as you calculated their sizes and how you're gonna accommodate both inside you. They're both thick and long, and sure, you have taken someone with the same size, but to have two of it inside you at the same time? It worries yet excites the shit out of you.

"Are you scared?" Satoru razzed, crawling towards you to push you gently on his best friend's chest. "I know you can take us," Suguru whispered as he rubbed your arms up and down, making goosebumps appear on your skin as he kissed your nape and shoulder blades.

You watched his erection twitch against your heat before he put a hand under your thigh, making you lift yourself up. He rubbed more lube on your puckered hole before positioning himself and slowly burying himself deep in it again.

"Suguru," Your knees weakened at the way he's filling you up, making you wrap an arm around his shoulder for support. "Look how well I fit in you," He pointed, staring into your eyes through the mirror. The sight of his stiff rod filling up your behind made your cunny twitch.

"You look so pretty getting your ass stuffed," Satoru cooed as he blocked your sight, forcing your legs farther apart. He rubbed his tip against your slit, enjoying how your body jerked every time it nudged your swollen bud.

"Slowly, please, Satoru." You begged when you felt him put the head inside. "Relax yourself," You heard Suguru murmur, kissing your ears as he held your legs in place. You can tell that he's getting impatient to ram his dick inside you by the way he's slightly thrusting upward every now and then.

Satoru grabbed your face, pressing his forehead against yours as he buried himself inside your tight cunt in an agonizingly slow manner that makes your lips quiver as you sob, staring into his cerulean eyes.

"Slowly, slowly, slowly..." He whispered mockingly against your lips without kissing you. He sunk into you unhurriedly until you could only see an inch of his length. He stopped, pecking your lips before he slammed it into you, evoking a squeal from you. You felt so full having both of them inside you.

You gasped as your head fell back on Suguru's shoulder, who's now chuckling at the way your thighs shudder. The stretch gave you a burning ache, yet the gratification it brought along with it is so blindingly good.

"That's it; you're taking us so well." Suguru's fingers reached for your pearl, rubbing it soothingly as they gave you time to adjust. "Fuck, yes. Keep clenching like that." Satoru grunted as he busied himself with your tits, rubbing and tweaking your hardened peaks.

After a minute or two, they both started moving inside you, pumping in and out in perfect synchronization that made you wonder if they had all the steps planned. You gripped their shoulders and arms as they ravage your holes, rutting like their salvation is inside you.

Their growls and shattered breaths made you roll your hips against them, eliciting curses from their lips. Your walls gripped them as you felt the heat pooled in your lower abdomen. Your moans and pleas filled the room as you felt the familiar tension building inside you.

"Show us that trick again, yeah? Will you?" Satoru panted as you sobbed, nodding your head as you tried to form coherent words to answer him. Drool was trailing from your lips to your chin as you cried out when he caught your clit between his fingers, pinching it, which sent you to the edge and made you squirt all over them again.

"Ah, fuck. I'm so close" Suguru clenches his teeth as you squeeze around him. He's nearing his climax, and the way you're babbling out their names is driving him insane. Your toes are curling with every strong and unrelenting snap of their hips, causing more juices to leak out of you.

You writhed on top of them, walls fluttering around their cocks as their thrusts stuttered. You held on to Satoru's arms as he drove into you hard. He continued rocking shallowly into you as he emptied himself, groaning before slowly pulling out to watch his seed spill out of you. Suguru soon followed, hugging your waist and kissing the side of your neck as he felt you milk every last drop of his cum.

"She's fucking sweet." He panted as he kissed your cheek, lifting you off him and laying you on the bed. Your mind was blank, and your holes were still twitching from all the sensitivity and the pleasure you felt. You looked at their blurry figures as they sat on the bed, watching you shudder.

"Even prettier filled with cum." You heard Satoru chuckle before you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion pull you into a deep and blissful slumber.

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JJK/ How they fuck you + visuals

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen, Mahito

Warning: NSFW content, p#rn links.

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Tagging: @chosos-angel @skunaryomen @kittyymew @sunascumdoll

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Sukuna loves you; more like, he loves your body. There’s no hiding that he uses you as his sex toy, but you don’t mind that at all, since he makes you feel so very good. The way he wraps his arms around you and bites your shoulder while pounding hard into you, leaving marks so you won’t forget who you belong to. Or the way he fucks your throat as if he’s fucking your pussy. It doesn’t matter how much you whine. There’s no escaping from him.

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He’s a big guy, so it is really easy for him to lift you up and just fuck you anywhere. He’ll always have the control though. Even when you ride him (oh how he loves that), he’ll guide your moves, making sure he hits you sweet spot with every single thrust. Big guy? Big cock. He’s huge so if you’re fucking him, you definitely have a size kink. This big boy always makes sure you feel just as good as he does. He thrusts fast and deep into you, making you moan into his mouth and struggle kissing him back.

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He can both be super sweet, or go rough. It all depends on what you want and how he feels. There are times when he fucks you and besides moans and groans, he doesn’t say a word, but there are also times when he won’t stop praising you, letting you know how well you are doing. He might not look like it, but he’s got a huge damn schlong. And every single time you’re making love, he takes your hand and presses it against your belly, so you can feel him deep inside you.

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This man is so stressed most of the time, and, that’s right, you’re his main stress relief source. Always there when he needs you, doing exactly what he tells you to like the good girl you are. How could he not love you? Well, he won’t admit it easily, but when he’s deep inside you, having you all tied up and at his mercy? He will say it, and not only once, he will keep repeating it, while praising you and making sure that you’re as satisfied as he is.

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Huge breeding kink and a cuddle fucker. Depending on how he feels, he might either stuff you with his cum, or just fuck you slow while hugging you lovingly from the back, arms around you as he lazily pounds into you. He is quite often getting aroused by the idea of getting you pregnant, so he doesn’t even know what a condom looks like. Also a big fan of cockwarming, especially after cuddlefucking.

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He’s a manwhore✨ So he’s reeeally good at what he’s doing. He never disappoints, every single time having you reach multiple orgasms in the same session. He’s a master at fingering, eating you out, and abusing your hole. Gojo’s the man that can charm you with his words alone, so he’s always seductively whispering things in your ear. He loves it when you let him know that you need him by sending him nudes while he’s away or entering the room he’s in completely naked. You also got used to him interrupting you from cooking, or doing your makeup and fucking you over the table, sink, or pretty much wherever.

Mahito: LINK

You didn’t actually think he’d get some pussy, did you?

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i rmb reading a drabble b4 about calling gojo 'satoru' and that it makes him feel human and seen. idk. i loved it a lot but i'm not sure who wrote it :( this is just a little word vomit on the same concept. i love him so much :(

just a side thing i wanted to write in between requests, hope y'all don't mind <3

"satoru, come to bed, it's late," yawning, you pat the space beside you. he's doing his nightly skincare routine, patting his face gently with the retinol serum he just bought.

"ya sure you don't want to try it out?" gojo offers out the dropper, a hairband cutely pushed up to prevent his bangs from interfering.

"i don't like slimey stuff on my face." you cringe, realising your mistake too late.

"and yet you give me your face to cu-"

"shut the fuck up," you severely miss him, pillow landing on the floor beside him. he didn't even bother to activate his technique, laughing out loud at your failed attempt.

gojo never did switch it on when he was with you. not when he decided that he'd give his all to you, not even he asked you to move in with him on a desperate full of nightmares, not when you first said i love you.

gojo satoru was soft around you, a sight that many would like to see yet only disclosing it to you. the you who got him falling when you'd hang out with his students, giving as much pointers as you could on cursed energy. that was when he decided, he's sure. but again, there were countless other times where gojo recalls falling deeper and deeper in love with you. he smiles at that, capping the skin care bottle before quite literally jumping onto the bed.

"argh! satoru, what in the hell?!" his weight was crushing you, emphasised more when he leans down to plant kisses on your features. the feigned anger turns to giggling and shielding hands which he easily seizes between his fingers.

"s-stop! 'toru!" your smile is like the first few hues of dusk. it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something the strongest normally wouldn't have the luxury of feeling. satoru says, fuck it, because even i deserve love, even i deserve to be held. he repeats those words you said to him the first time he broke down in front of you, and he does it all the time, now.

gojo is brought back to reality when you cup his cheeks gently, not minding the 'slimey stuff' as you caress his skin. your hands accommodate his smile, cheeks filling up with how he's grinning down at you.

"you're insanely beautiful, satoru," you say it like it wouldn't boost his ego, but you can't care much when that much is true, noticing how much his hair resembles starlight and how his azure eyes catch the moonlight so perfectly.

gojo could say the same about you.

he sucks in a breath when he hears the compliment, the familiar cocky smirk and corny line lingering on his lips. he figured it's just different when the words come from you.

"say it again."

"hm? you're beautiful, really so-" your mouth parts in surprise and the other lowers himself to your side, which prompts you to lie on your lone shoulder.

"no, my love, i meant my name." gojo pulls you closer.

"oh! okay! uhm, sa-toru?" you giggle, the name falling weirdly from your lips now that you were demanded to say it. you try again, "satoru."

your lover smiles, scooting closer, "again."

"satoru." the syllables leaving your lips makes him feel dizzy and giddy. while he enjoys being told his voice sounds like silk and syrup, he finds that it fits you better, bringing his face to rest only inches from yours.

"again."

"satoru," you whisper, a shy smile overtaking your lips. soon, they're captured by gojo's, moving tenderly against yours. you're certain you see the sky painted in many different colours before your eyes close, the mere thought of gojo sending you reeling and cheeks flushing.

gojo's kisses are slow tonight, savouring every part of your mouth before he slips his tongue in, entwining with yours as he continues to make you fall harder. it works. breathlessly, you smile into to kiss to hopefully get a bit of air, feeling the reply of a grin on your lips when his irises open up to look at yours.

"love you." you murmur, ghosting along his lips before he smashes his lips against yours again, albeit clumsily that you two let out collective laughs.

people only ever call him gojo satoru, the strongest. he's never found much identity, always a pawn for the higher-ups to play with, but when sa-to-ru falls from your lips? god, he can compare it to being caught in cupid's arms. you give meaning to his name—satoru, satoru, satoru you whisper, knowing that it meant enlighten, and he's certain that's all you do whenever you're around.

you're always lighting up his life, always loving him with no restraint.

"angel?" gojo whispers in between kisses. you respond sleepily, tracing incoherent patterns along his chest. the words are caught in his throat when you fingers go over the 悟 of his name, three syllables packaged into a single character. he didn't expect you to remember, but it breathes some life back into him when you do it over his heart. he can't remember the last time he let someone trace his name so intimately.

"your first name is beautiful, satoru, just like you," you peck his lips. "now rest, you have a long day tomorrow."

"i love you too," the other replies a little late. his heart clenches up at the sight of you, caged and safe in his arms that he isn't sure what to do with his hands. "i love you. i love you. i love you so much."

with one last lingering kiss, you both succumb to slumber in peace, with gojo satoru's first name in the palm of your hand, and his last name aching to take its place in front of your own.

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“You cryin’?”

** - +18 content 

imagines

pretty eyes  part one  part two

that’s hot

pain in the ass

the one that got away + nanami kento

ends of the earth

pretty badass

are you alright?

ouch

welcome home **

hooked

stolen moments

untitled + nanami kento

home wrecker + megumi fushiguro

uncle kenny! + nanami kento

headcanons

cuddling with them

when he is away

types of kisses 

s/o turning into a child 

hugs from a fan 

caring for you 

crashing class 

after a mission 

if their siblings are evil 

tattoed s/o 

famous s/o 

caring for you 

intimidating yet sweet s/o 

relationship things **

when their significant other has an anxiety attack

motherly s/o

s/o with a cute snort

blind!little sister 

s/o with a big chest

the idiot trinity

chubby s/o

calling him dad

first boyfriend

announcing your pregnancy

s/o with scars

sweet but ‘scary’ s/o

“i cheated on you” prank

teaching them how to cook

when you’re kidnapped

protective and caring s/o

naoya flirting with you 

s/o with bed hair

babysitter!nanami + gojo satoru

AUs

daydreaming!reader masterlist

gojotwins!au masterlist

doting father

your first heartbreak

barriers

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GOJO SATORU || that’s hot

request: can you make another gojo x reader (she/her) but the reader is a strong sorcerer too (like,, you are only second to gojo) pls i really like your writings!!!

note: hello love! first, thank you so much! i am sorry that this is a lot later than planned - i didn’t really know what scene to come up with at first, but eventually i came up with this! and i am glad you enjoy my writing! makes me feel happy that you do! but at the same time slightly anxious since i am not sure if this meets your expectations >< but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy!

note: set before the Cursed Womb Arch - so there are two devine furbabies!

pronouns: she/her

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HEADCANON + VARIOUS || s/o turning into a child

request:  Hi hi! How’s it goin? Just saw requests were open and wondering if we could get more of where s/o turns in to a child and is scared of her partner but later when they turn back normal the partner is all clingy. With Satouru, megumi and nanami?

note: first off, hello love! i’m doing well even with these circumstances, and i hope you’re doing well too! and secondly, i would not mind doing more of hcs for this prompt! it was really cute and fluffy, and i had a lot of fun with it honestly!

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento

pronouns: them/they

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GOJO SATORU || home wrecker

request: hi! Can i ask for a young megumi and teen gojo. Where teen gojo introduces his s/o to a young megumi and as they get closer megumi ends up having a child crush on s/o but gojo has a crush on her first, might as well end up with gojo confessing to her in the end? (i thought this would be funny cause i’d feel megumi would say no to gojo when he kindly ask to stop cuddling to s/o just to irk gojo)

note: i love this so much??? can you imagine just pouty and ‘cold’ child megumi fighting with poor gojo about having a crush on the older man’s s/o? and gojo being like, confused if he should be annoyed or happy about the entire thing? just kid!megumi and gojo annoyance lmaooo

pronouns: them/they

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“So…I have something important I want to share with you two.”

It was a weekend in the “Gojo household”; Tsumiki had finished making a simple meal for the three of them, with Megumi helping wherever he can. Gojo, who has been banned from the kitchen, had gone out earlier to do ‘something’. It has been happening for the last few weeks now; it had started with Gojo telling the two kids one evening that he was going to ‘see someone’. It wasn’t like Gojo going on ‘dates’ were a new thing in the household - they were used to him coming home early the next day, clearly dishevelled and smelling like someone else’s perfume. Megumi can’t even count how many times he’s found makeup or lipstick marks on Gojo’s shirts whenever he goes to collect the older man’s laundry in his room.

But it was different this time. 

Instead of dressing like he was going to some pub to catch a new fling - for starters, he was wearing a button up shirt. Megumi and Tsumiki can’t remember any time they’ve seen him in a button up shirt. Even when he needed to dress for a formal event in the jujutsu world, everyone would expect for him to arrive to the event in his Jujutsu High uniform. Or not, he wouldn’t even be there to begin with. So the fact that Gojo was ‘going somewhere’ wearing a button up had caused the kids to share a curious look. But before they can ask, Gojo was darting out of their home; clearly looking like he was rushing to wherever he needed to be. He was probably late again.

Ever since then, it was clear to the kids that he was seeing someone. From him going on more and more dates (where he actually puts an effort into how he looks), to them catching him sneak in shopping bags from jewellery stores and random articles of clothing that definitely do not fit Gojo. Tsumiki had even saw a stuffed bear that Gojo had ‘hid’ away into his wardrobe; and it was one of those cheesy bears holding a heart in between its hands that you give people during Valentines Day.

The two of them had concluded that someone had managed to capture the older man’s heart; and were curious to see who this person was. So when Gojo had suddenly said that he wanted to share something with them, the both of them shared an excited look between each other before they turned to face the man once more. Said man caught the look they shared with one another, to which he just raised an eyebrow before he shrugged it off; he has more important things to announce. 

“Clear your Saturday this week. I want you two to meet someone.”

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𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙍𝙂𝙐𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏…

in which: you sleep on the couch after an argument !

ft: gojo, geto, choso, itadori, megumi

warnings: food in geto’s, (minimal) angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

a/n: this is my coping mechanism. i’m sorry if any characters are ooc / NOT EDITED

˚ ༘彡 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢: arguments with gojo are so very draining. he’s uncooperative and it’s like talking to a wall that isn’t afraid to insult you and aggravate you further. you bail out without communicating what you were trying to say, tired with the white-haired sorcerer’s behaviour. you fall asleep that evening on the couch with a scratchy throat, swollen eyes and a singular blanket that only just barely covers your whole body. regardless, you managed to fall asleep somehow, dreading the morning to come.

…only to question why there was an overgrown grandpa dangling off the couch- oh, that’s your overgrown grandpa. gojo’s arm is wrapped tightly around you, his head buried into your chest. it seems like gojo was the only thing preventing you from falling off the couch in your sleep.

but his harsh words from last night still float around in your mind; so with a shove, you roughly push your boyfriend off the bed, unimpressed. he wakes up with a grunt, probably because of how cold your floor is.

gojo notices your pointed stare and wants to start whining.

“why are you here, satoru?”

“i couldn’t sleep without you cause i missed you… a lot.”

you see the yearning and tiredness in his eyes and it’s enough for you to cave. although, he had yet to offer an apology, but it’s nothing a ‘little’ scolding can’t solve.

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A Siren’s Sound pt. 3 (Gojo x gn!reader)

In Greek mythology, not many sailors make it out of the sea of sirens alive. But if they do survive their charming singing, the majestic and seductive creatures throw into the ocean and perish. In the Jujutsu world, what happens to the Infinite Void’s user if their victim survives?

Read part 1 and 2 here!

Summary: You finally wake up from your coma but tension arises between you and Satoru.

Content/Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, just really sad Gojo, fluff in the end. Events will deviate from the manga so this post is spoiler-free.

Notes: 3 of 3 of my ASS (<– still can’t get over it LMAO) series! Probably my favorite part yet :’)

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If it wasn’t for Shoko’s care, you probably would’ve been long dead.

During the first month of your unconsciousness, Satoru refused to leave your side.

For a quick recap, he canceled classes for 1 week and declined any assigned mission for the entire month. The students were told that you were collateral damage by a curse that Gojo was assigned to. Meanwhile, the higher-ups were beyond pissed at the rise of special-grade curses with no eligible sorcerers available to combat them.

Only Shoko and Yaga know the entire truth behind all of this. The two understand the situation, but the elders won’t. If your incident is reported to the higher-ups, they’ll see it as an uncivilized attack against the innocent, cast Satoru out of the Jujutsu world, and declare him as a curse user and an enemy. The elders will use you as their trump card in order to rally the system against the man they can’t seem to put down.

And Satoru antagonizes the idea of you finally getting recognized as the person he almost killed.

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Say That I'm Yours (gojo x f!reader)

Summary: Gojo has never experienced jealousy. But after overhearing you talking to Utahime about your ex (who is also her current boyfriend), he can’t fight off the shaky, unfamiliar feeling in his chest. You have to reassure him that he's only yours in the bedroom.

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Content/Warnings: NSFW 18+, jealous and needy Gojo, pet-names (m!recieving and f!recieving), vaginal fingering, Gojo has a praise kink, and discovers that he loves to be called pretty boy, insecure Gojo, emotional hurt/comfort, a little angsty at first, oral (m!recieving), soft sex, unprotected sex, cream pie. At first, Satoru takes initiative, then you take over. Primarily dom!reader and sub!gojo. (soft/service!dom gojo too?? I think???)

Note: We’ve reached 500 followers! Woo! As a little treat to celebrate, I wrote my first ever smut piece. And uhhhh… I’ve never done this before so I apologize if it comes out a little wonky. If you haven’t read it already, this piece is NSFW so MDI.

P.S: Feedback is appreciated!

P.P.S: sub/soft!gojo rights.

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Gojo Satoru never considered himself to be a jealous man.

And personally, when he does get jealous, I do think he would get A LITTLE possessive. But contrary to what everyone else headcanons him to be, he wouldn’t be rough.

As Gege Akutami stated himself, Gojo is perfect in every way aside from his overly childish personality. Looks, wits, having complete mastery of his overall skill, Satoru really does have it all.

So aside from jealousy, he’s also never felt an ounce of insecurity in his life.

Plus, why would he? Growing up, he was brought up as the ‘perfect child’ in his clan, being the ignition to his ego. And currently, your devotion to him is higher than any other person he had previously come across with. And even though you don’t try, your physical expression towards him has fueled his ego in an unnecessarily large amount over your dating period.

You’re not a person of words, but merely a woman of touch. You talk a lot, but you’re not very poetic, so verbally complimenting Gojo is almost non-existent. But he doesn’t mind, since the number of compliments he has received from multiple people about his physical looks is 10x more than how much an average person receives in their lifespan. Though, it’s not a lie if he wants to hear how his eyes are like the sky or how his hair is like snow from you. Typical and repetitive, but it’s refreshing if those words trickle from your tongue instead from people he doesn’t care about.

But they never did, and he accepts that. He’s aware that you’re not the complimenting type, but the way your hand caresses his hair in the winter snow, fingertips lightly kissing his bare chest almost every night, and how you gaze into his eyes as if you were cloud-gazing is enough to make him feel like he’s the most gorgeous man alive. So it’s normal for him to never feel envy, insecurity, or any other negative, self-indulgent emotion. This relationship alone already sets him above cloud nine.

So, what happens if Gojo were to come face-to-face with those unfamiliar feelings for the first time?

—--

Utahime was extremely nervous when she introduced her partner to you and Satoru, especially you.

And it was definitely awkward to reunite with your former ex with your current boyfriend by your side… But it was Utahime’s fault, for she was rambling (and indirectly apologizing) about how painfully weird this must be to the both of you. And while Satoru joyfully soaked in her rare emotion of being flustered, you happily greeted your ex, and both exclaimed that this interaction isn’t weird or awkward at all.

Yes, Utahime’s boyfriend was your first love, but it ended smoothly and with no hard feelings. Your time apart is 5 times longer than your time together. In fact, this feels like a reunion between old friends rather than former, romantic companionship. That being said, Satoru feels at ease since you’re so relaxed and the man opposite to him (who goes by the name Rai) is non-threatening at all.

Therefore, lunch went smoothly, where everyone caught up with each other. You and Rai discussed any milestone events between the gap of seeing one another last and now, while Utahime irritatingly throws insults towards Gojo’s gleeful taunts.

After stopping at an ice cream parlor for dessert on the go, you and Utahime decide to sit outside on a bench to talk about “girl stuff” while the boyfriends entertain themselves.

“I have to take this call,” Rai waves his phone and Satoru dismisses him by flashing a toothless grin. And once the man leaves, the 28-year-old sorcerer ponders where you and his former classmate trailed off too. Sensing your cursed energy, he makes his way to the bench where you and Utahime are chatting.

“There’s no way he did that!” Utahime playfully slapped your shoulder while you hid your face from laughing too hard.

Amused, your boyfriend keeps himself at a distance, admiring how delighted you are, while also basking in how your skin glistens against the sun. But he remains close enough to eavesdrop.

“He did, he did!” Your finger swiped a tear off the bottom of your eye. “For 2 months after our first anniversary, he told the same restaurant that it was our anniversary for free dessert whenever we visited. And they believed it until all the waiters served us.”

Perplexed, Satoru raised an eyebrow, unfamiliar with your storyline. No? On your first anniversary, he took you to the Bahamas and 100% did not do that… Though it’s financially unnecessary, he thought it was a genius plan.

“It is something Rai would do,” Utahime sighed, calming down from her fit of laughter. “I’m 31, but he still sometimes tells the servers that I’m 25 whenever he wants to get under my skin.”

“Oh geez… A literal trickster at best.”

Satoru frowned upon discovering that you were talking about your past experience with Rai and how open you are about it. Well- it’s not that he minds. He shouldn’t mind, actually.

You probably talk about your experiences with Satoru to your friends all the time! Eagerly, he waits for your turn to share a goofy story about a time with your very dearest. But, that conversation never came to be.

Utahime shifts her seat and stands straight with relaxed shoulders. “In all honesty, I’m glad that we are able to talk about this. I was so nervous about how awkward it might be for you since Rai was you know…”

Her voice trailed off to some sort of unsettlement and you took that as an opportunity to smile genuinely at the nervous teacher.

“Ahh don’t be!” You gave reassurance by tapping the side of her thigh. “Rai is a great man! He and I ended on very good terms. I was actually very happy to see him today. Looks much different than the last time I saw him.”

“Really?” Utahime’s eyes ogled. “What did he look like when he was younger?”

Meanwhile, Satoru pressed his back against the wall with crossed arms. Removing his glasses, he barely needed to glance over the concrete corner to see you pulling old pictures of a group. And there you were in the middle while your finger led his attention to a figure of a man all the way to the left. Right from the get-go, Satoru knew that this picture was from you in high school, meaning that it was before you and Rai started dating. That was the only fact you told him.

The 31-year-old squinted her eyes and used her fingers to zoom into the photo. “Huh, he does look a lot leaner, but with more of a babyface. You didn’t become his girlfriend until the beginning of college, correct?”

You nodded. “Yeah. This picture was actually taken the day we met.”

Satoru felt his lips unconsciously pouting at the statement. Do you have any sort of memorabilia of the time you met?

‘It’s a group photo. Don’t be weird about it,’ The sorcerer brushed those uncomfortable, unfamiliar thoughts away.

“You guys knew each other longer than I thought.” Utahime happened to express Satoru’s thoughts out loud.

“Actually, I knew about him first before he met me,” you recalled, which sparked your lover’s curiosity. He leaned closer, so his ears could capture everything you say. Not that it bothers him, of course.

Assuming that the woman you’re talking to had a nonverbal reaction, you laughed outwardly. “You were no longer in high school, but he was very popular in our class! Though… there weren’t that many people, to begin with. Anyways, he would always be chirpy and courteous to those around him. I wasn’t that outgoing so I just kinda admired him from the back of the class until it was our last semester of high school… You’re okay with me telling you this, right Hime?”

“Please, I’m not the envious type. I want to know who my partner was before I met him. But I think your boyfriend might get jealous.” Satoru could hear the hesitance that trailed off his former classmate’s tone. He almost wanted to jump in and laugh at how stupid that assumption was.

Satoru, jealous? It’s sinful to put those two terms in one sentence.

“Nah, he’s not like that.” You raised a hand, brushing it off. “Anyways, where do you want me to start?”

—--

Maybe Satoru did something bad and the Gods punished him for it. With Rai gone for 30 minutes, you told Utahime your old companionship with her current lover. How after months of friendship, you were the one who initiated it and how he was your first everything. Before having proper money, you and Rai would go on adventures as dates to compensate for simple meals. And to make matters worse, Utahime all soaked it up as if she was the spectator in this failed relationship.

Not an ounce of possessiveness or jealousy courses through her veins. Just utter curiosity and fascination.

Gojo told himself that he felt the same thing. However, it left a sour distaste on his tongue and a churned stomach upon hearing all of this. He had his fair share of experiences before his current one and you were being honest about yours. You liked your relationship and that’s that.

But why did he carry the feeling of wanting to whisk you away from ever getting near Rai? No, Gojo Satoru is never jealous. He’s being protective.

“What are your favorite features about him?!” Utahime asked, clamping her fingers together. You sat up straight, rubbing the back of your head with an unsure laugh.

“Uhhh are you sure you want me to answer that?” As much as you’re happy about your friend’s enthusiasm, you felt like you might be setting yourself up in a trap.

“Oh come on! My boyfriend’s really hot and kind, and I don’t have anyone to fan him over with! Please, I won’t get mad!” The semi-grade 1 sorceress grabs your hands, tightly squeezing them. You scanned her eyes, trying to see if there was any envy or malice behind her enthusiastic gaze. However, any implication did not arise and you concluded that your friend was just lovesick with no one to talk to about it.

But Satoru sure as hell didn’t want you to. Actually, he was absolutely sure that you didn’t want to answer either. He’s had enough of this and he senses that you are too. If anything, he can’t wait to accuse his senior of acting like a teenage girl for the next year and forever. Pushing himself off the wall, he began to showcase his loud, obnoxious appearance until he halted at the sound of your voice.

“Like physical? I’m not too sure, actually. I used to like how light his brown hair would get in the summer.” You opened your mouth to continue but closed it immediately.

Satoru tugged on the strands of his white hair, frowning at the color. You liked running your hands through it, but you’ve never commented on how nice it looked.

“Isn’t it gorgeous? Everything about him is perfect-” Utahime fawned. Her face beamed a bright red as she geeked over her man, clutching onto you in the process. Your stuntedness formed into a genuine smile, due to how happy you are for a lifelong friend. At last, she’s found happiness.

She continued. “His hair, his face, his eyes-”

It even shocked you that you managed to interrupt Utahime’s rare tandem. “-His eyes are very beautiful! It’s like looking into a green nebula. It’s what drew me into him the most and I think he was sick of me always saying that.”

“Sincerely out of this world. I can’t describe it in words, but every time I look into them, I feel like I’m in a hypnotic trance.”

“-Like you’re simply lost whenever he’s talking?”

“YES!”

“Yeah, I noticed you blanking out whenever he was talking to you.”

“Oh shut up, you most likely did the same thing when he was yours.” Utahime playfully nudged and you furrowed at her tease.

“Sure.”

Now, this is something that Gojo had to admit that it kinda hurt. His eyes were the staple of his well-being, the frontman of his physical confidence. Yes, you drew your thumbs underneath those rare pairs, but the fact that you never called them beautiful or verbally admired them once stung.

But when Rai was yours, you apparently complimented him like it was no problem.

'Beautiful and captivating, huh?' He whimpered softly as the uncomfortable feeling washed over him. He never heard you traject those words to him before.

“Um… Well, I’m sure that you know, but he was absolutely sweet and very courteous.” Your tone softened as you reminisced about the old times. “We didn’t have a lot back then, but he still managed to make every day feel like we could do anything even though we didn’t have everything… Oh God, that sounds weird. I didn’t mean it that way, I’m so sorry.”

You face-palmed yourself and something inside Satoru’s gut twisted. He would always shower you with gifts and other spoils, but mainly as reconciliation if his busy schedule stole him away from you. Before he knew it, his hand was placed over his heart, his stomach doing massive somersaults.

Do anything… Did Satoru fail to give you satisfaction when he could do everything?

But when Rai was yours, you felt like you could.

“I know what you mean!” Utahime playfully tugged on the strands of her hair. You swore you could see stars beaming from her brown orbs. “One time we forgot our wallets after eating at a karaoke bar, so he had to improvise his way of paying by having me sing for tips and we still had leftover money for more drinks!”

“Ugh, clever bastard… Where does he get a brain like that? That’s also one thing I admire about him.”

“Well in terms of strength, he’s only a grade 2, so he had to be more creative when it comes to fighting curses.”

‘I can get creative!’ He mentally argued, though he never really has to, since he can snap and the curse would perish.

“True… When we’d spar back then, Rai would still manage to beat my ass even though I’m ‘stronger’ than him,” you put the term in air quotes.

You and Utahime convene until the latter’s boyfriend returns from his phone call. He flashed Satoru a wide smile and through his dark sunglasses, your partner analyzed the ex’s eyes.

They are very green and arguably mesmerizing. But, Satoru believes his are prettier.

But, is that what you think?

With an uncomfortable heart, the men returned to their beloved partners. You squealed when Utahime received a loving kiss from Rai, while Satoru snaked his arm around your waist.

You could’ve noticed how secure his grip as if you weren’t so busy talking to Rai about your past as mission partners.

—--

A few days later, you’ve noticed Satoru being extra clingy… and nice?

The usually messy and disorganized sorcerer started to clean up after himself and always abide by what you wanted.

The man who had the palette of a child opted out for a savory breakfast rather than going to a sweets cafe because you wanted to. He’d be more affectionate in public, not letting you out of his reach. Oddly enough, he would settle the bridge of his sunglasses on a lower portion of his nose, so you have to see in his blue eyes when you’d talk in public.

It worried you for a moment since new habits have been created and broken out of the blue. With no explanation, he would always do his best to please you.

From your basic wants to intimate needs, for some reason, Satoru wanted to give it his all.

—--

“What is with you, Satoru-” You sigh as your partner leaves delicate kisses on the nape and then to the side of your neck. His large hands slide down from your waist to your hips and pull you closer to him. “You’re so touchy today.”

Like the last couple of days…

“I just missed you,” his hot breath releases a chill down your spine. He then sets down the spatula you were holding while turning off the stovetop. “Just missed you so much.”

Though your ‘annoyed’ exterior shows any satisfaction, it’d be a lie if you claimed that you aren’t melting from his touch. The heat inside the kitchen adds more to the desire burning deep in your core and it doesn’t help that the person casting the effect spins you around and has lips hovering centimeters away from yours.

“Beautiful…” The tip of his right thumb brushes the bottom of your lip and he licks his own. You glance up to meet his eyes, but his starry blue irises have turned to a thinner ring, as his pupils dilate in infatuation. His remaining fingers cup your jaw, adding more fuel to the pit of your stomach.

His left-hand sneaks down to the flesh of your ass and you yelp in surprise as he pulls you towards him. Taking your open mouth as an advantage, Satoru doesn’t hesitate to slip his tongue in as his lips connect with yours. You wrap your arms around his waist, and the throb between your thighs increases.

“Mmph!” You groan and Satoru initiates the next step by rubbing his hips against your clothed body. Tongues dance together while he continues to grope your ass, but his hand shortly rises underneath your shirt, feeling every curvature of the small of your back. The sloppiness in his pace and the subtle whines in his throat is enough to help you predict how hard he is underneath his layer of clothing. Teasingly, you break the kiss and slip a finger inside his beltline.

A string of saliva bridges between the two lips and Satoru grouches at the disconnect. His lips swell pink from the heated activity while his cheeks are flushed, anticipating more. From his chest, the light blue, silk button-up rises up and down, and your partner pants heavily as if he just ran a marathon.

Usually, at this point, he would make some condescending or teasing remark on how much you want to bed him. However, his mouth remains gaped, only the sounds of his breathing pass between the two of you. Wanting to test him, your index finger slips lower until you can feel the skin of his abdomen. Satoru quickly exhales from the sudden touch, but there’s no usual smirk or raised brow on his face. Only an expression that screams, ‘Please continue.’

“Baby, are you okay?” You gaze at him, still catching your own breath.

He’s strangely quiet as if he’s suddenly shy. And that’s typically not who Gojo Satoru is.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The hand still underneath your shirt begins to make its way to the right side of your waist, and the closer he gets to your stomach, the amount of butterflies increases.

After noting how your jaw clenches at the action, Satoru bends down and leaves a kiss on the side of your neck. It’s wet, but not entirely sloppy. Instead of using his tongue and straight-up licks down to your sternum like a usual, teasing bastard, he takes time and kisses his way down. The jolt between your thighs returns.

“We- We can’t. I still need to cook for you.” Automatically, your right hand reaches up to the back of his head, using your fingers to grasp his white locks. Your action contrasts your words and Satoru takes that as your approval.

“I’m not hungry.” But the way both hands move below your shirt says otherwise. Since you’re at home, you wear your favorite v-neck with no bra underneath. Freely, two thumbs brush over your hardened nipples, rubbing them in a circular motion, and your hands grip the counter for support.

“But-”

“Right now, I just want you.” There’s a different look in Satoru today. He’s never been so direct on what he wants until now. Whenever he would declare his needs, he would mask his desires with a playful tone. This time, he says it as if these are direct orders from a life or death mission.

Sensing your shift in mood, the sorcerer detaches his tongue from your exposed chest and looks up at you. The inner corners of his brows scrunched and his lips glisten under the fluorescent light. He shoots you a look of what appears to be desperation, almost like he’s in pain.

“Please-” he breathily urges, one hand scooping the bottom of your ass while the other arm is wrapped around your waist, waiting for approval. “I want to make you feel good, right now.”

Your legs tremble at this new side of Satoru and something about him practically begging to fuck you ignites something in your soul. You can’t pinpoint what exactly, but whatever it is, his wish is your command.

“Yeah, okay.” You breathe out and as if it’s choreographed over a hundred times (and to be honest, it is), you feel a set of palms grabbing your bottom and he hoists you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist and your lips crash against the side of his neck, hungrily sucking and licking where other faded love marks are. After being able to find his sweet spot, Satoru’s shoulders shudder at the intense feeling while he glides his way into the bedroom while carrying you, his constricted cock begs to be freed from his tight pants.

His main mission right now is to please you.

—--

Once he lays you down, you don’t hesitate to remove your own shirt and toss it to the side, revealing your bare breasts in all their glory. And for a few seconds, Satoru halts on top of you, hands next to your shoulders, soaking up the appearance of a goddess in front of him. A thin layer of drool begins to dribble down his lips.

Previously he’s admired you many times before sex, but because you’ve been so indulgent at his changed behavior, this is your first time noticing how he’s acknowledging your physical appearance. With how reserved he’s being, it gives you a little confidence boost, since you’ve never seen such a man in awe of your presence.

His bewildered eyes, a pool of drool below his lips, the imprint of his massive hardon against his left thigh, all of this is your doing. You’ve brought the strongest sorcerer to his knees, and you’ve never acknowledged that until now. With a burning face, your fingers pinch your own nipples, the pleasurable sensation causing you to moan.

Satoru, who is still on top of you (and fully clothed), bites his lip at how it’s not him forcing that sound out of you. In protest, his right hand carefully pushes away your left palm and continues to knead your breast.

The ends of his hair tickle your bare chest as his mouth trails lower to your stomach, enveloping each kiss with non-verbal, mental praises. He hopes that you understand the messages behind his actions, for he can’t find the right words that will do it justice.

You’re his goddess, and no one else's.

He wants you to feel good.

He wants you to say that you’re feeling good.

He needs you to say that he’s doing a good job, that nobody could ever compare to him.

“Someone’s feeling… very lovey today,” a hitched giggle is drawn out while your palm continues to pet his hair. It’s difficult to formulate a coherent sentence while he’s so busy leaving wet marks around the sensitive areas of your skin. 3 years together and he’s mastered all of your sweet points.

Wanting to share the pleasure, you raise your foot and rub his very prominent erection, gliding it back and forth. The sudden friction in his pants makes him halt his movements, a trembling hand wraps around the ankle of your jeans. Stopping your actions, you look up at an out-of-breath Satoru, who looks rather conflicted between wanting you to continue or needing you to stop.

One more swipe and it looks like he’s about to combust.

“Aww is my pretty boy about to cum in his pants?” The sultriness in your tone even shocks you. Usually, this is Satoru’s role to play, telling you how ‘pretty’ you are underneath him while mocking your desperation for release. But seeing how compliant he’s been, your subconscious tells you to take the dominant part- verbally at least. And not gonna lie, you do want to see the image of Satoru completely soiling his attire. If it wasn’t for his hold on your ankle, you would’ve been sliding your foot along his clothed shaft to the very tip of his very pretty dick.

A small patch of wetness seeps through your jeans and you’ve just noticed how soaked you are. It doesn’t help that the lewd image ingrained in your head is the major cause of all of this.

But what you didn’t know is how close Satoru is already. This whole charade is an experience for the both of you- you’re grunting at wanting to see your partner completely at your mercy while he’s about to combust from your sentence alone.

‘Pretty boy'

‘My pretty boy.’

His cock continues to twitch as the nickname cycles in his head again and again. It’s the first time you’ve ever called him something like that for intimate purposes. Even from his past sexual experiences, he’s never been the one who’s doused in possessive compliments so this is a new discovery for him.

Yes, yes! He’s your pretty boy. Yours and yours only. His heart thumps and his stomach flutters while ogling the wet patch seeping through your jeans. From your perspective, that flustered expression Satoru had is now mixed with a certain fierceness. The brightness in his eyes darkens as he single-handedly undoes the buttons of your jeans and even though he’s still got it, it’s cute at how clumsier he looks.

“No-” He grunts, answering your question. Bringing the middle and ring finger up to his mouth, Satoru coats them with his tongue, though you’re both aware that the extra lubrication is unnecessary. You’re already leaking through your jeans, that’s more than enough.

You swallow, gazing at the man above you, the superiority in your thoughts leaving your head.

‘Aw shit.’

A string of saliva connects his bottom lip to his coated fingers and Satoru swirls his tongue around your right areola.

“Haaah…” You gasp and fist the bedsheets and the skin of your boyfriend’s hand disappears below your panties as those long fingers trace along your puffy lips, a silent warning that he’s about to enter.

Shimming off your pants but leaving your underwear on, Satoru sits up more on his knees and eyes the bottom of your panties, the darker shade due to your juices adds more to his arousal. Yes, he felt how wet you are. But upon seeing how soaked you are, he’s extremely close to going completely feral.

“You’re leaking…” He replies astounded like this is a brand new sight for him. Your hips angle up, trying to match the slow pace of his fingers, your cunt beckoning for his fingers to slip in.

“Mhm, yeah. I am.” Your patience is starting to wear thin.

‘Is this some type of long foreplay?’ You thought to yourself, biting your lip.

Though you like this ‘wonder-like’ version of Satoru, you just want to feel him. Spreading your legs farther, your hand cups above his that’s hovering over your wet core. “You feel that? You feel how soaked I am, Satoru? It’s all- oh God… It’s all for you.”

If you weren’t so desperate for him to continue, you’d find yourself extremely pathetic for being the one indirectly begging for him to begin. And upon seeing your need, Satoru doesn’t waste any more time. After all, it is his duty to satisfy his queen.

Almost apologetically, his two fingers slip inside- warm, gummy walls instinctively tighten around them. Trying to add more stimulation, his thumb presses on your clit, rubbing in circular motions. His free hand palms his own erection and his hips begin to rut against it, pacing with how his fingers curl inside of you.

Satoru thrives on how contorted your face is, how your eyes roll to the back of your head and how your lips form an ‘o’ shape. The way that both hands tightly grip the sheets beside you, but how you desperately claw on them as if it’s his muscular back. Your hips buckle up, grinding the open air and he marvels at how ravenous you look.

“Sa- Satoru nghhh- yessss,” you reach out trying to grab his arm- grab any body part. Still pacing back and forth, Satoru holds out his free hand and you grip it tightly.

“Yes?” He groans with you, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt taking his fingers are music to his ears. You mouth his name again, mixed with urgent moans. He himself can feel precum creating a pool on his underwear. You try to speak and he wonders what to do next.

Does the fist himself while he continues fingering you? Or should he just focus on you? He can take care of his needs later. Right now… Right now Satoru wants needs you to-

“I’m about to… I’m about to cum.” You squeeze the last 4 words with clenched teeth.

“Then go ahead, sweetheart. Cum nice and hard for me.” He licks his own lips, nodding along with you like your release is also his.

“No.” You hiss and his eyes widen, surprised by your answer. Immediately, the thrusting of his fingers slows down to a stop. And you whimper at how you’ve edged yourself.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it?” His mind races with many factors on how he displeased you. You seemed to have enjoyed it. The way that your insides squeezed around his fingers was enough to tell him that he was fingering you in the right places.

Settling from your almost high, you laugh and scoot closer to him, calves sliding underneath the middle of his thighs. Glancing at his perplexed face, you reach up to his white-collar, and yank him down, his lips connecting to yours once more.

You can feel the sound of his grunt vibrate on your tongue and like a pro, your fingers nimbly work their way down, undoing the first three buttons.

“I loved it,” you mumble between the heated kiss. “I was so close, but I want to cum from your cock, not your fingers.”

“Huh?” Satoru exhales sharply. His already flushed face deepens even more and the confident fire in you returns. Biting his lips, your hands trace down from his chest, purposely brushing over his nipples, and press on his muscular abdomen. Your left-hand removes the small leather strap from the buckle and tugs him closer.

“What are you doing?” He asks as if his eyes have deceived him. Your left fingers successfully undo the buttons of his jeans with one hand while your right ones lightly graze over his restrained erection. Satoru exhales, hips involuntarily rocking back and forth.

“What else?” You tease, applying more pressure against his clothed shaft. “Remove your top for me, Satoru. It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked right now. Why are you being so shy all of a sudden?”

Complying with the request, but ignoring your question, Satoru unbuttons his silk top, fingers fumbling and shaking. It is cute to see, but his sudden nervousness makes you nervous as well. Why is he being so fidgety? Did he do something bad?

On his second to the last button, you place your hand on top of his, signaling for him to stop. Reading the uncertainty on your face, Satoru can’t utter a word. His flushed chest heavily breathes, waiting for your next thought.

“What’s wrong, Satoru?” You speak softly, with an edge of worry.

“What do you mean?” He tries to play it off, but here’s the one thing about Gojo Satoru. He may be good at hiding his feelings, but if you interrogate him in a highly vulnerable environment, he’s shit at pretending. The warmth in his cheeks adds another knot of evidence.

Tugging on his wrist furthermore, you encourage him to sit down, officially halting the intimate activity. Disappointed by his lack of usual finesse, Satoru’s face beams in embarrassment rather than arousal.

“I mean…” You pull a pillow, hiding your exposed chest. “Why are you so nervous?”

Satoru does his best to pull a mischievous tone. “Is it wrong to be nervous when I pleasure my goddess?”

“ I-uhhhhh,” Your stomach releases butterflies, due to his suaveness. However, you still feel how hesitant Gojo is. It’s like facing a virgin. “You’re always very confident during sex. I’m usually the flustered one.”

You chuckle, pointing a finger at yourself, but your boyfriend hides his eyes through his hair. Frowning you scoot closer, as you settle your way onto his lap. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck and your wet core presses against his softening erection.

“Come on baby, talk to me.” You press an open-mouth kiss on his right pec and a small nibble on his collarbone. Satoru shudders at the warm feeling as he wraps his arms around your back to pull you closer. “Please?”

It took him a while, but the sorcerer finally connects through eye contact, his magnificent ocean eyes sending a loving shrill down your spine. You find yourself getting lost in his gaze.

“I overheard you and Utahime talking on the bench, the other day,” he grumbles and your ears perk up at his answer.

“How much did you hear?”

“I heard enough to know that Rai was able to make you feel like you could do anything in the whole world.” His voice drops and so does your heart. “Even with everything I have, no matter how many riches or treasures I give you, it’ll never amount to anything that he gave.”

Your face drops to a frown, shocked at what you’re hearing from both ears. How on earth did he assume that?!

“No baby, no.” You coo, sweeping the soft, pearl-like strands of hair from his forehead. Your lips plant on the recently exposed skin, and you slowly travel down to his nose, rosy cheeks, and jaw before stopping inches above his lips. Satoru whimpers at the distance, while also recalling your denial.

You slowly inch forward. “That was all in the past, my love. Rai is a great person, but the amount of affection he has given is no match to how much care, devotion, gifts (you jest by nibbling on the cartilage of his ear), and love that you've given me. Likewise, my feelings for you are incomparable to how I felt towards him. Don’t compare yourself to my past experience, Satoru. You’re my present and future.”

He swallows at your words. The sadness in his blue hues brightens into love and hope. His lips gape as he looks at the face that is inches above his. Truly a goddess in human form.

“Really?” He still needs to feel reassured.

‘Please tell the truth.’

“Yes, truly. I love you more than any man or woman I’ve ever come across and will come across.” Your thumb grazes his bottom lip as he mumbles back the same three words. The kiss starts slowly as if he was still hesitant over the whole ordeal. But your eagerness helps push him to come back to his comfort zone.

As he inserts his tongue into your mouth, you begin to pace by grazing his hair through your fingers. Your hips rock, lapping over the hardening member below, and the butterflies from your stomach return.

But before you can escalate even further, Satoru pulls away, this time earning a whine from you.

He breathes heavily, pulling on a rather teasing pout. “Say that my eyes are pretty.”

“What?” Your fingernails lightly trace over the sides of his neck and your partner shivers from the tingling sensation.

“You don’t compliment me, ever.” He forces out, rather pettily. “Just this once, please say something nice about me.”

His last sentence is hushed and desperate-sounding. You giggle at his shyness once more and peck the tip of his nose. Though, your stomach swirls with guilt, as it seems like you never showed him enough love.

Time to fix that.

“I’m sorry if you got the wrong message,” your lips travel to his neck, words vibrating through his flawless skin. His head leans back and his Adam's apple bobs from the pleasure. “But I always think that you’re beautiful, Satoru. It’s just that the whole world knows it.” Slowly, you remove yourself from his lap and have him lie flat down on the large mattress.

With all four limbs pinned around him, you continue to shower him with praise. You ravish every piece of exposed skin on his body starting from the top and he flushes brightly while looking away. “I thought that you’d be sick and tired once you hear it from me multiple times.”

“Never… I would never get sick of it coming from- ohhh…” Satoru hisses as your hand lightly tugs on the roots of his hair. With your right knee moving to the middle of his thighs, you put slight pressure on his balls, having him slowly grind for more friction.

“Your hair is purer than any shades of white and softer than all the silk I’ve ever touched.” Your grip softens as you kiss the side of his head. Soon after, you travel down to his eyes. Thumbs softly brushing the delicate skin underneath them. His blown-out pupils stare directly at your soul, the power of his six eyes distinguishing the warmth that flows through your veins.

You place a peck on each outer corner. “If only words can bring justice to how mesmerizing these eyes of yours are. Did you know how embarrassed I was the day you first removed your blindfold? I thought that I wouldn’t be able to pry away and you’d catch me staring.”

“I did. I caught you all the time.” He hums amused, but his gaze never leaves yours. Though it’s just the two of you in this room, you whisper a message that is created for him and only him.

“The sky and ocean, all-in-one. How did I get so lucky to see the gates of heaven when I’m still walking on this earth? Maybe I instead, am the honored one.”

His heart swells at the softness of your words. You, the goddess in his life, find yourself the honored one because of him. It nearly brings tears to the god-like sorcerer’s eyes.

Satoru slithers his large palms where your ass meets your thighs, unable to keep his hands away from you. He molds them and you swallow, the throb in your pussy begs to be touched, to continue unfinished business.

“Slow down, pretty boy.” You purr with a kitten-like grin. His hands around you clamp at the name and your knee feels his hips thrust up. His eyes almost roll back and his nose scrunches at the endearment.

“You like being called that, huh baby?” Your knee presses against his clothed crotch, earning a wince from his pretty mouth. “Is that all I need to say to get you this vulnerable? Call you my pretty boy?”

Another grind against your knee. Satoru looks up at you in a hazed condition. Though the main event hasn’t arrived, he looks like he just came from a 3-time post-orgasm state. With the cat biting his tongue, Gojo nods profusely, desperately uttering yes.

Sweat seeps through his button-up as you kiss his glossed lips. This time, you and Satoru had to fight for dominance. His is pure infatuation and desperation, while you want to gain control in taming the strongest sorcerer. You bring your body down as he slips a finger through the hem of your panties.

“Please…” He begs as you pull back, crotch fully grinding against yours. His hands move your hips in a slow rhythm, your wetness staining his already soaked imprint. The friction of your panties is enough to make you cum alone. “I want to make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good.”

That can happen, but seeing a vulnerable Satoru below you, desperate for your pleasure while curling his toes at every praise is rather enjoyable. A new, undiscovered flame lights your stomach and you want to do what it takes to explore this rare opportunity.

“You always do that,” you pout, going lower. “But this time, I-” Each word, leaves a love bite on his neck and down to his collarbone and chest.

“Want.”

Bite.

“To.”

Bite.

“Make.”

Bite.

“You.”

Kiss.

“Feel.”

Bite.

“Good.”

Bite.

You tug on his hard nipples with your teeth and fingers, making Satoru buck up in surprise.

“Nghhh!” He pants, tears pricking his eyes. His hands grip the sides of the bedsheets and since you’ve moved lower, his hips are humping nothing but air.

Removing the last two buttons of his shirt, you encourage him to shimmy out of it and toss it to the floor. No distractions.

As you move lower to his abdomen, you continue to spill praises and all the verbal affirmations that you’ve never told him. You feel extremely guilty for neglecting him in that aspect since you believe that he thinks that he just doesn’t need to hear anymore, so you want to make up for it as much as possible.

When you make it down to his pants, you debate whether or not you want to tease him even further or just begin business. His legs tremble the moment he feels the belt unfastening.

“Are you okay baby?” You ask innocently, tracing one hand around his v-line while the other gently grazes on the massive bump in his jeans. Satoru throws his head back, gripping both of your hands with his.

“My love, please.” His throat is dry, and his neck all the way down to his abs are decorated with your love marks. “I’m going to cum just by this- I can’t- I- Oh my God…”

“You can cum twice, can’t you?” He barely notices how you already unzipped his pants, the only layer blocking your skin from his dick is the heavily coated gray boxer briefs. It rises as it is freed from the constricted attire. After removing his trousers, you begin to toy with the outline with your hand. You can already feel the drool pooling in your mouth.

“I didn’t know you could get this soaked, Satoru!” You’re genuinely impressed by how much pre-cum your boyfriend is able to produce. On your hottest nights, he’d already had his dick pumping inside you if he were this horny. “How lucky am I to be dating the world’s prettiest boy with the prettiest dick?”

Satoru wants to laugh at the compliment, and retort something cheesy. But his mind is too swayed to even think coherently. He is pretty. You’re his pretty boy.

He loves that.

Peeling off his stained boxers, his hard dick springs freely, the light reflected by the sheer coat of his juices. The flushed tip leaks even more out and you almost feel pity at how long you’ve left him waiting.

The sorcerer can barely raise his dizzy head to see what’s going on. When you make eye contact with him, a devilish smirk appears on your face and Satorh’s thighs clench when he feels your hot breath going near it. He’s almost afraid of what you’re going to do.

“J-Just- just… Aghhh, my love! I-” He is instantly greeted by the softness of your mouth and hand circulating around him. His balls are heavy with cum, the only thing prohibiting him from shooting down your throat is his sheer willingness to draw out this pleasure as long as possible.

You can’t go all the way down, as the halfway point is already your limit. As your right hand strokes the bottom portion of his shaft, your left pays gratuitous attention to his balls, massaging them to increase the pleasure.

Meanwhile, your own cunt is begging for the pleasure Gojo’s receiving. With your knees still on the bed, your ass sticks up in the air, the angle forcing your sticky wetness to travel down to the front of your core. It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re already leaking on the bed.

At this point, Gojo is already babbling incoherent sentences. His head lolls to the side, his blue hues barely visible due to how far they rolled back. His right-hand fists the bedsheets, knuckles paling due to how tight he’s pulling on them. The other is submerged in your hair. He’s more gentle about it, but every once in a while he would subconsciously thrust a little too hard, making you gag. You encourage him to keep going by swirling your well-coated tongue around his tip.

A few more pumps, Satoru is spilling. His abdomen flexes at the intensity, veins popping out in his lower stomach. Your head bobs to match his quick-paced movements, but he’s losing control of himself. Satoru’s thighs flex as he humps up, forcing more of his cock into your throat.

“Baby,” he warns feverishly, gripping tighter on your hair. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming-”

Your head spins at the intensity, barely being able to take a breath. You hum, sending vibrations down his twitching cock.

He groans and whines, yearning for the long-awaited release. His toes curl and his muscled thighs shake as his member shoots long streams of cum down your throat.

“You’re so good to me… So, so good.” The grip on your hair turns into strokes as you swallow all of his seed. Once he relaxes, you slide your mouth from his cock, jaw aching from the rigorous pace. However, that’s not the only part of your body that’s aching.

Your cunt begs to be taken care of as you crawl over a recovering boyfriend, who’s still catching his breath.

The desperation in his eyes has cleared, but the lust still remains. You lick your lips before interlocking with him, your bodies pressed against each other. His hands roam around your back before one slides down to your ass, underneath your underwear. You grunt at how grabby he still is.

“Don’t you want a break?” Though, it’s a ridiculous inquiry, since Satoru’s hard shaft is already rubbing up against your pussy. You both simultaneously moan at the sensation.

“No breaks for you,” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss. “I still need to make you finish. My poor baby has been waiting for me, huh?”

You sneer at his tease. “You cum once and all of a sudden, you’re back to the way you were- Woah!”

In your next blink, you find yourself lying on your back, your recently relieved lover now hovers over you. It really is like looking up at the sky, his glossy eyes shining brighter than the blue sky outside. You feel your entire body heat up as he ogles you from your head to your feet.

“Absolutely divine,” his voice rasps, the cock you just fucked with your throat taps against his thigh, clearly aroused. You rub your thighs together, looking for some relief. “Now, where were we before you sucked me off?”

The edge of his pointer finger traces around your folds, outside of your panties. He knows how much you love the friction, as you grind against his finger, nipples hardening at the action.

You moan softly, enough to capture his attention. “Satoru-”

The star-like gaze you offer sends the message completely. Bending down, Satoru plants a long, passionate kiss as he circles your clit with an additional finger. You squeak against the pleasure, wanting more. More, more, more.

“Why are you so beautiful?” He mumbles, barely pulling away from you. Your saliva connects each other’s lips and no longer having the patience, you take his hair and pull him down.

His flushed chest lies against yours and Satoru leaves open mouth kisses on your neck, hitting all of your major sweet spots before trailing down to your breasts, the same way you did for him not too long ago.

With his long tongue, Satoru teasingly circles around your areola before fully latching onto your nipple, biting and sucking to his heart’s content.

You roll your eyes back to the incredible sensation, a warm shrill traveling around your body. It leaves your cunt even wetter, desperate for parts of Satoru that aren't his fingers.

“You're such a good boy,” a new nickname leaps from your tongue and swims into his ears. Satoru tenses at the pet name, and you can feel the vibrations of his whimper against your breast. Your fingers lace over the strands of his white hair as he continues to play with what seems to be his favorite features of your body.

But even with the jolting sparks of sensitivity those buds provide, it’s not enough to satiate the burning drive in the pit of your belly.

“‘Toru,” you say sloppily, wiggling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers. “I need you- inside me. Fuck me- Please.”

You bite your lip and he lifts his head up, the infatuation still possessing his very being.

His digits leave your clit and instantly, you grind for the missing feeling. Satoru nods as he removes your panties, basking in the beautiful bareness. The slickness laminates your intimate area, something that temporarily captures your partner’s attention.

He supports himself on top of you but furrows his eyebrows.

“No condom.” He displays an innocence in those orbs, mixed with twinges of disappointment. You laugh and shake your head.

“I’m on birth control. You can cum inside me as much as you want now.”

It makes his ears perk, mouth slightly parting from the genuine surprise. You’ve both never done it raw before, but you trust Satoru with your entire life to make this decision.

“Are you… Are you positive?”

“Yes, and my pregnancy results will be negative.” You stick your tongue out at the pun and Satoru laughs at your cheesy joke.

“I love you.” He looks at you earnestly, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“I love you too.” You say as he lines up the tip to your leaking hole. It’d be a lie to say that you weren’t nervous, but the excitement and the fogginess of your arousal override any negative feeling.

Spreading your legs even wider, Satoru goes in slowly. Thanks to the accumulated fluids you’ve both produced, slipping in comfortably is an easy task. However, your partner struggles to keep his composure at the foreign sensation.

You throw your head back as your body welcomes his cock, no latex rubber blocking the two of you. Of the many acts you’ve done together, this is the first time where it’s just you and him.

“You’re so tight… And g-ood.” He stammers, stopping only halfway. Satoru clenches his teeth to prevent himself from releasing prematurely. Man, thank God he already came once, or the pent-up sensation would’ve ended him. “Oh, you feel so good- taking all of me in.”

He grunts while inching deeper inside of you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You have your mouth pressed against his trapezius, teeth sinking in the skin.

The satisfaction of feeling his heavy balls rest against your entrance enables you to grind on his flesh. The cascades of whimpers fall out of your mouth, beckoning for him to move.

Satoru starts slowly, his arm cradles your neck for support. Breathless moans from his end tickle your neck.

“Faster-” You suggest and your every wish is Satoru’s command. His pace quickens, and the sounds of his skin slapping skin move in a rhythmic beat. “Yes, thank you! Good boy- oh my g-”

Your vision blurs as his cock perfectly hits the g-spot, your legs wrap around his hips to adjust the angle.

Satoru lifts his head up, seeing stars. Tears accumulate at the edge of his eyes, his puffy, red lips practically drooling from the pleasure. He kisses the corners of your lips, whispering.

“Am I good enough for you?” It almost sounds like he’s embarrassed to ask.

The back of your fingers stroke his face before combing through his hair. “Yes baby, you’re always so good for me- so perfect and beautiful. You are more than enough for me- hahhhh… yes, yes, yes!”

Your praises are cut short as you feel a jolt in your stomach. You’re almost there, your calves pull Satoru’s hips, encouraging him to drive faster and harder. He looks like he can barely hold it in.

“My pretty boy is always so good for me-” You coo, repeating the same thing over and over. "Right baby?"

“I- I- Mhmm… ‘m yours.” His red face scrunches, quiet pants turning into loud whines. “I’ll always be yours… Please, mghh- please say that I’m yours- nobody else."

His insecurities flow out of his mouth with no filter stopping him. It’s unfair, but Gojo Satoru hates the burning sensation in his chest, realizing that someone else once belonged to you and you belonged to them.

Instead of jealous rage, he emotes envious fear.

No- he’s yours. Only him and him alone. After all these years, he realizes that he doesn’t want to be alone. Satoru will give you anything and everything to his avail to never leave him.

“Please, please, please…” He begs. Desperate whines accumulate as a free hand cups your bouncing breast. His slick cock twitches in you, yearning for a release. Satoru doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it in, but he needs you to come undone first- his goddess, his everything.

Your hands cup his pink face, forcing him to gaze up at you. Those infatuated pairs he once expressed turn into a gape of restlessness. He still needs to be reassured that your mind, body, and soul belongs to him as he does to you.

“Everything about you is made for me. Your spirit and body are mine.” Your stomach flips as the fire burns higher. Your toes curl as you’re moments away from approaching your orgasm. Satoru’s heart thumps 3 times faster than the pace he’s thrusting in.

“I am yours and you are mine, understand baby?” You continue, head spiraling. Satoru nods vigorously, his own drool pooling down to the side of your face. Oh, how he loves this feeling. His heart is warm and his desires are satisfied all due to your love. “You’re my one and only true love- forever and always. Always my pretty, handsome, perfect boy. Nobody could ever compare to you. Can you say that for me?”

His cock painfully twitches, bits of cum slowly spilling out of his slit. It’s too much. He can’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m yours- ‘m only yours.” He dedicates, in short sputters, saying your name. “I love- mmgh- I love you. Oh my God, -always yours, only yours.”

“I love you, Sa- hahhh- ‘toru!” Your volume rises as you praise his name. It sounds so beautiful as it rolls off your tongue. Your legs clutch tightly around his back, and your body pushes up to press against his.

His hips thrust faster, tightly wrapping his arms around your back and hips to hold you up. Moaning your name, Satoru is in a daze. His momentum is vicious as the animalistic side in him attempts to make an entrance.

“I’m cumming, Satoru! I- I-” You shower him with praises as he finally tips you over the edge. You see flashes of white and shake violently against his hold, gasping as your body rumbles into a turbulent orgasm. Your thighs quake as euphoric bliss travels through your system.

During the start of your orgasm, Satoru begins soon after. With one final thrust, he moans as he sets you back on the bed. His abdomen clenches and small tears spill from his face as his mouth creates an ‘o’ shape. Soon after, he grits his teeth, stammering your name as several long, white ropes shoot out, his love spilling inside of you.

Satoru continues to thrust slowly, riding the high of arguably, his best orgasm of all time. You shudder in his hold, with no words that are worthy enough to process what just happened.

You lazily smile up at the ceiling, combing through his hair, and after a few minutes of silence, he finally pulls out. His cock is drenched in milky rings, and the bedsheets are crumpled and stained with an unjustifiable amount of both of your fluids.

Satoru lies on top of you, speechless. He pants, trying to catch his breath. Even in his most difficult missions, he never had to exert so much air through his lungs until now.

“If you wanted to talk, we could’ve just done that.” You finally break the silence, giggling from the very intense session.

Satoru’s face doesn’t lift from your chest. His eyes flutter as he does a sarcastic eye roll. His cheek splays on your skin, disorienting his speech. “Pfft, that’s boring.”

His fingertips graze over your forearm, trickling down to your wrist and then enveloping your fingers with his. Satoru’s larger thumb massages your knuckles, before bringing them up to his lips.

“You know,” You stir, rocking the hand that’s intertwined with Satoru, side-to-side. The tone you bring is gentle but serious, bringing up something that isn’t the typical lovey post-sex topic you guys would initiate. “There’s no need for you to get jealous over anything, Satoru. You’re the only one I want.”

Slowly, he rises and peers at you, the pearl-white strands dusting over his glossy eyes. “I know... I just didn’t know how to handle what I felt when you talked about another man that wasn’t me.”

“I’m sorry about that, baby. Utahime kept pushing me and I was just really happy to see how she finally found her own love, so I just kept on rambling with her.”

“I should’ve taken a video of her for blackmail.” Satoru scoffs at the lost opportunity.

“However,” you laugh, shifting the conversation. “I did like this jealous side of you. It was cute.”

Gojo’s mouth drops at the comment and some confusion stems from his sentence.“My jealous side is… cute?”

As I stated earlier, I whole-heartedly believe that Gojo would get possessive, in ways that may differ from what other people think. He can take over the whole world with the palm of his hand and force his way to do the unthinkable. But if there’s a rare, uncontrollable factor that could pull whatever or whoever he cherishes away? Then, he gets desperate.

Gojo Satoru would get possessive by clutching onto his loved one, asking if he’s enough, and giving all that he could. After all, he was a gifted child who was the exact norm of perfectionism. So when he sees a competitor who could challenge his being, he’d crumble, get desperate, not knowing what to do.

But, just reassure him that no one could ever beat him.

“Yes, cute! Can we do that again next time?” You giggle at his very prominent pout.

“I’m not the only person that’s switched roles. You’re quite mouthy and feisty when you take charge.” He glares, but softens wholeheartedly at your amusement when his eyes connect with yours.

"I am only yours, right?" Satoru whispers once more, inching closer to your face, hinting at an answer that he wants to hear again and again.

From lust, to fear, to love, those same blue eyes cultivate the same message he had always intended to deliver.

"Yes, Satoru." You rub his back as he nestles his head on your chest, finally humming into relaxation. "You're only mine."

Satoru Gojo is yours and only yours. Always have, always will.

SUGARSTREAM ♡ ┊꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ꒱ content ༄ minors do not interact ᥫ᭡ camgirl!reader, fanboy!gojo, virgin killer!gojo, cherry chasing, sex toys, anal play, candy play, virgin kink, corruption, teasing, cum play, age gap (gojo is 33, reader is in 20s) fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, condoms to unprotected sex, sprinkle of dumbification, praise, orgasm control. w.c ༄ est. 9.2k note from satorhime ༄ i got the idea for a camgirl au from an old request that i can't find in my inbox now but i hope you enjoy reading this. ♡ : · • rbs and comments are appreciated and loved!

gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener <333

that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

"gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?" megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

"i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted," nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

"so it's like that?"

"it's like that."

"what were you saying?" gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

"um, gross!" nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. "you sounded like a middle aged dad."

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

"you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!" he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. "go out without me and have fun!"

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

"how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!" you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

"this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but..." you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. "while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-"

"ah, shoot. i almost forgot!" you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

"hehe, what are you guys- o-oh.." your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. "t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit."

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. "before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!"

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

"you guys are so sweet!" the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

"is this okay?" your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. "i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!" your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

"o-okay, sorry," you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

"look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?" you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

"p-please let me put it inside!" you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip)  chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

"okay, thank you, sir," you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. "thank you for letting me touch my clit."

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

"oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-"

"hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry," he promises to empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

"c-can i cum, sir?" you simper to your fans, to him. "fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!" circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

"yu-yes, sir!"

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

"did you guys cum too?" you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

"thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter," you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

"cute," he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. "where's the other one?"

"h-how did you know..."

"still inside you, i take it?"

"h-how!" your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

"ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!" you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. "there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-"

"you scared of me?" he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

"no!"

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

"there's no need to be nervous, you know," he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

"i-i'm not nervous!" you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

"obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me," he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. "did you mean what you said?"

"what do you mean?"

"in your stream," he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. "when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?"

"the tipper... honoredone89..."

"was me, yes," he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. "expecting someone uglier?"

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

"g-gojo?" you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. "can i ask you something?"

"hmm? go ahead."

"how many virgins have you fucked?"

"why? you wanna be my one and only?" he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. "you're really a virgin... too sweet."

"i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good." you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. "will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

"please," you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

"i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing," gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. "want to taste you instead."

"you mean..."

"don't worry, i'll take good care of you," he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. "good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?"

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

"good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

"g-gojo-"

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. "so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?"

"what if you don't like the taste?" you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. "i-i heard that happens."

"trying to keep it all to yourself?" he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. "there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-"

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

"oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-" you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

"i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing," he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

"how does it feel? you like it?" he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

"i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-" you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

"sir, huh?" you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

"bet your fans would love to see this," he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. "you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it."

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

"i-i'm-" the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

"you close?" he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. "didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?"

"i-i'm s-"

"you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum."

"n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!" but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

"i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock." the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? "ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?"

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

"i want it, want it so bad, please!" you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

"then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?"

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. "don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me."

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

"can i touch it?" your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

"nuh-uh, but you can feel it," he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. "alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?"

"i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach," you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

"as you wish."

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

"i-i hear it's better like this." you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. "oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is."

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. "w-wait-"

"cold feet?"

"no," god, no. "i- please, you don't have to wear one of those."

"yeah?" gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. "you've had this in for so long, princess." he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. "sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you."

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. "p-please-"

"f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this."

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

"i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir," you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. "p-please let me try!"

"such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me," he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

"t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!"

"you cryin' f' me, baby?" oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

"s-satoru-"

"you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?" he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. "you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you."

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

"talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel."

"o-oh- i don't... i don't know-" you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

"can't talk?" gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

"want me to slow down?" he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

"wan' see your face, please 'toru, please," you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

"can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?" he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. "you know what to do."

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

"don't go easy on me-"

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. "that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy."

"y-yes!" you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

"you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves."

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

"s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-"

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. "some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?" he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

"it feels better right here, too," he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. "feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me."

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. "i-it's too much, wait-"

"fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!" he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

"o-oh.. there's so much of it-" you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"yeah, that happens," he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. "you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

"i..." you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. "can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't.."

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

"i'm not going anywhere."

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

"what's that sound?"

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

"oh... oh, no!" you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

"whoops," is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

"so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?"

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━━━ ❝ if you let me, I'm yours...❞

↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader

"he was the strongest when he walked out of that door but inside of those four walls you called home — he was just a man. a man that only wanted to be loved and wanted it from no one but you."

content ; ༄ sexual content, soft!dom gojo, sickeningly passionate sex, he’s a little clingy in this but it’s bc he’s in love with you, dirty talk, riding, pussyjob, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, loving aftercare, slightly clingy reader, just a lovestruck gojo that wants you & only you

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↳ note from syn ; ༄ i haven’t been super active but i’m always writing behind the scenes and this is something i’ve been working on for almost two months so this past week, i finally managed to scrape up enough inspo to birth an ending and here we are 🪷 hope you enjoy & if you reblog, you’ll get a kiss from yours truly hehe ୧

↳ p.s. this lovely little human @arcanedevil here helped me by editing this entire thing :”) cleaned up behind me perfectly & needed to make sure i gave her the proper credit otherwise y’all would’ve been sooo mad at me for the thousand of mistakes i couldn’t catch LOL luv ya babe ᰔ

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

The headboard weeped under Satoru’s strong grasp, threatening to break under the pressure.

His other hand was preoccupied, loosely curled around the length of his cock as he watched with a focused gaze, sinking further into you inch by inch.

Your face was hot like an iron, clearly out of the norm for you to have a man you’ve claimed to dislike so much on top of you with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder. This was a man you cursed at while you two could be seen working together but during the nights… It was obvious you couldn’t leave him alone and neither could he with you. You needed each other, but he could be such a piece of work.

Gojou Satoru knew nothing of boundaries or pleasantries. He saw no need to announce his presence nor did he care about being even the slightest bit polite towards you. He treated you as if you were a longtime friend of his. Arm over your shoulder, tugging you places when there was clearly a job to do and buying you unnecessary gifts because he believed in surprises when you hated surprises. There wasn’t particularly anything you liked about him unless he was quiet — which was almost never.

Satoru was annoying, but he always meant well.

As a fellow sorcerer, you couldn’t deny how caring he was. Deep down, there was more to him that many people didn’t know. Only those in his very tight-knit circle knew what he was really like when he turned off the bright smiles and obnoxious laughter. Deep down was a man in constant pain that only wanted to quiet the haunting voices from his past.

That was how he ended up in your bed almost every night.

He’d come knocking on your door bearing gifts. Those gifts contained a bottle of wine and your favorite takeout.

It worked every time.

The two of you would sit, eat and talk about each of your days, how it went and such before pulling out the wine. Greasy food plus the dull ache of alcohol only ended up creating an atmosphere that quickly filled up with heavy sexual tension. Satoru wasn’t a shy man. When he wanted something, he went after it. Often, that was you and you never saw a reason to tell him no.

“Ah, ‘toru,” you planted a hand against his abdomen, feeling him finally bury himself full, your walls tighten around him with a grip unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “Hold on.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he teased, a half smirk on his face that made you roll your eyes. As you focused on catching your breath, you also watched the way his abs would tense up with each breath he took.

It was no secret that Satoru chose you to be his regular sleeping partner because of the mind blowing sex you two had. Not to mention, you were undeniably gorgeous in his eyes and there was nothing about his lifestyle that he felt the need to hide because you were also a sorcerer. You were aware of the small amount of extra time he barely had on his hands, and never pestered to see him more than he was able. Though, you two were only fuck buddies and nothing more — he’d been with plenty of women that just didn’t get it. He was a busy man. Always saving the world and all. When he came over, he left all of that pressure at the door and fell into his security blanket in the form of you.

You and your plush thighs and cute little body. He couldn’t get enough of it. Although you weren’t all that insecure about your body, it still felt a bit strange that a man as attractive as him would choose to lay in your bed rather than someone more of what you felt was his type. At first, you looked at it as a one time thing and that maybe he was just curious of what sex was like with someone like you until he kept coming back. Several nights in a row he’d show up and nothing you said or did turned him away.

At the beginning, you had a thought that maybe he was put up to it. To talk and get to know you with the purpose of getting in bed with you. All because you didn’t trust Suguru, his best friend, at all.. The man tried hitting on you once before but you were kind when you politely told him that you weren’t interested. He wasn’t your type and it was because of his personality. You didn’t have a long list of men you dated, but it was enough to make you realize what you did and didn’t want in someone.

It turned out that Satoru talked to you of his own volition. He wasn’t dared, wasn’t involved with any sort of bet between him and someone else — just wanted to genuinely get to know you because he claimed to see something in you that no one else did. Curious, you agreed to becoming friends and it was like getting on the bullet train and never getting off from there.

One of Satoru’s guilty pleasures was taking you shopping and letting you spend his money however you wanted. Except…you never wanted to do that. He was the one buying you gifts and pretending you were the one using his card to treat yourself. Instead, you used your own money and whenever you two went out, mostly on downtime between the missions you had, it was your card you swiped with each purchase. With each dollar sign he saw, the bigger the crack in his obnoxious little heart got. You figured it was just him overreacting but he had this unshakable need to take care of you.

You lived in a nice one bedroom apartment close to downtown Tokyo that wasn’t too expensive for you to keep up but he owned a penthouse in central Tokyo. You were happy with what you were able to afford and he knew you two were just friends but sometimes…

Sometimes Satoru could see you two being more and maybe that was why you felt he’d begun acting differently around you recently.

Less texts, less calls, less random appearances knowing it always annoyed you and he’d gotten a bit quieter when near you. It was like he’d set up an invisible wall between you and him, much like how his infinity seemed to work. It was as if he was keeping you at a safe distance and you were perceptive enough to figure that out. The question was, why did that bother you so much? You were just friends. With…benefits, but friends no less. Hadn’t it always been about the sex though? There was never really more to it than that, yet you still felt some sort of way about how he moved around you.

There were a few instances where you texted him just to be nosy and see what he was up to. He texted you and told you that he was out with Suguru. That was it. No extra details, just out with his best friend. Usually, he was all under and over you. Times where it was physically impossible to remove him from your body. Where he and you would be cozied up on the living room couch like a couple, watching some romcom. He’d fall asleep on your stomach and you’d be in and out for about two hours until you’d suggest moving to the bedroom to sleep properly.

Satoru was the only man to sleep in the same bed as you since your ex boyfriend you left two years ago. No one else has had the same luxury since then, other than Satoru.

You inquired about his strange behavior around you but he tried settling your worries with a simple, “It’s nothing,” and carried on like it was just that. Nothing. You couldn’t look at his new attitude towards you as nothing but you were already suspicious enough. It wasn’t normal how much Satoru liked being around you. Well, before he got all weird on you. You were questioning things back then too, and it would seem it was for good reason.

Right now, however, he was on top of you. Seconds away from splitting the wood of your headboard in half or fucking you brainless with furrowed brows and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Both of you gave it another second, eyes stuck on how flushed his pelvis was against yours. After you were sure it was okay for him to move, you pulled your hand back and his sterling blue eyes connected with yours.

“Now?“ he muttered.

“Please?” you pleaded.

If having sex was the only way you could have him close to you again, you weren’t going to think twice about it. He’d become such a big part of your daily routine that it pained you to think about him never showing up again. He was like oxygen for you now. Needing him to breathe and it was definitely a bad sign. He couldn’t know how you felt about him. It wasn’t like it was easily explainable at the moment, but knowing that you now wanted him around more than usual, it was going to only ruin things even further.

You couldn’t allow yourself to care too much. He wasn’t worth putting all of yourself into. He was a friend that you sometimes fucked. Why did it have to get any more complicated than that? It was simple. There were no attachments on either end. No pressure to be more. Not only could he be a little too much for you at times but his job as a sorcerer prevented him from even getting into a relationship. Although, a relationship was the last thing you wanted.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, stirring you out of your thoughts.

The way his eyes seemed to gleam underneath the lamp’s faint tinted glow, it almost made you want to look away. Whenever he came over, he didn’t bother to wear his shades. You kept your place a bit dark so it helped the strain on his eyes, but it didn’t help keep you from staring back sometimes. It was like looking into a diamond. So many different shades of blue with crystallized touches in them. You knew that he was able to see more than anyone on earth could but you wondered if he truly knew what his eyes looked like from someone else’s perspective. They were too captivating to look away from and oftentimes he teased people for staring, being cheeky about it but to you — they were the most beautiful set of eyes you’d ever seen.

“Mhm.”

The short response only made the smile on his face bigger as he glanced back down to the way your pretty pussy lips hugged his cock, keeping his strokes slow for the moment.

“You’re in your head again,” He muttered, almost low enough for you to miss. “How do you do that?”

“Huh?” You blinked, unable to ignore the way his length dragged itself back and forth, against your soft sensitive walls. “Do what?“

“Think this much while I’m fucking you.”

“Oh. S’nothing,” you quipped, then turned your head to the side, biting your lip.

Satoru stared at you for a moment, believing that if he looked hard enough — he’d see every single one of your thoughts. He’d know what you were thinking about.

He remembered that at the beginning of all this, your mind had been on one thing. Him in between your legs, invading your little cunt, watching the way his name fell from those pretty lips of yours. No talking. Just the sound of yours and his moans intermingling together. But it was because of his loud moaning and the headboard hitting the wall persistently that caused the neighbor to come out and warn you two about filing a complaint recently. Since then, Satoru started to just hold the stupid headboard while he fucked you, but you began seeing that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea either. It was close to breaking in half. It definitely wasn’t going to last much longer.

Deciding to force your attention back on the present — him rather — he leaned down and joined your chests together, hips creating long rolls that had your hands instantly gripping at his arms. A small gasp escaped your lips, feeling him slowly pull out only to slam back in with a smack against your thighs.

“‘Toru!” You mewled out, moving your head back to look at him. He smirked and dived down to your neck, giving it open mouthed kisses, fucking you again. His thrusts were desperate this time. He still had a hand on the headboard but his other hand was now at your plush waist, gripping it tightly to keep you in place. So you wouldn’t try and crawl away. Truthfully, if he didn’t keep at least a hand on you at all times, he was afraid you were going to disappear. Fall from his grasp — never to be seen again.

In some ways, you were like his anchor to this world. As if you were keeping him from becoming nothing. Mere particles in the air until he fizzled out into pure nothingness. He even hated to close his eyes because that meant he couldn’t see you and he needed to see you. To hear your laugh that sounded like pretty bells chiming into the air. To feel the warmth of your touch against his cold one.

And you were always so warm. He usually had to wear layers where you typically settled for a single sweater or turtleneck. It was why he liked being on or under you. He was always so very cold, but not when he was near you. You were his own personal furnace that kept him shielded from the harsh winters of his tormenting thoughts. When he was with you, nothing else mattered. It was just you and him. He was the strongest, but you made him weak.

His savior, and tragically — his kryptonite.

If he had to be honest, you’d become someone he would die for.

Never in his life had he felt this way about anyone else. Too many times he’d escaped the clutches of desperate women after a good lay, and barely made it out. They always wanted something from him, even when he went the extra mile to tell them beforehand that he wasn’t a commitment sort of guy. He was tall, criminally attractive, and rich. They did their best to sell their worth to him, but he just wasn’t buying any of it.

When it came to you, he found himself seeking you out instead. You hardly texted him the day after a night together, and he was always the one reaching out to you. Instead of feeling frustrated by this, he was intrigued. He didn’t mind the chase, the person just needed to be worth it — and you were fucking worth it, that was for sure.

His movements were deep and long, the two prominent veins on his cock rubbing against your tight wet walls so good, you could hardly think straight.

Satoru skimmed his nose up your neck, and pressed it against your soft cheek, “You’re so quiet, baby,” he muttered, lips ghosting your warm skin. “Let me hear you. Please.”

Your sweet moans were a sense of validation for his self esteem. He was confident that he still knew how to make you feel good but when you got quiet, it bothered him. Then again, it was probably just you in your thoughts again but the thought of your mind being elsewhere for the second time in a row while he was several inches deep within you — it was enough to kill his hard on.

“Satoru,” you whispered and he didn’t waste any time connecting his eyes with yours. You gave him a small smile and placed a hand on his cheek, “Stay with me tonight, won’t you?”

“S…stay?” He asked, dumbfounded. You’d never asked him that before. What was the special occasion? “You want me to stay after this?” He decreased to slow rolls, taken aback.

You nodded. “If it’s not too much to ask?”

“Baby,” he breathed and you bit into your lip, feeling him press several tiny kisses against your cheek until you cracked, and gave him the smile that he’d been looking for. He grinned. “Of course I can. As friends though, right?”

He wasn’t sure who he was asking that for.

Himself?

You?

What answer did he even anticipate? It was agreed by the both of you that things would stay neutral. That the sex was just that. Nothing more, nothing less. Thankfully you were on the same page but he feared that he, himself, was trying to turn it. Trying to make this mean so much more than it was originally ever supposed to.

What were you doing to him?

Your little nod made him visibly frown but concealed it by hiding his face in your neck again, mentally berating himself for letting things get so out of hand. You were such a good friend to him. A reprieve from always being around Suguru. Someone that loved taking him out to different party scenes and hooking him up with different pretty women. Since Satoru met you, he hadn’t brought anyone else home. You hadn’t seen the inside of his four walls either, but he didn’t feel the need to bring some woman home to fuck when he now had you. Always ready. Always willing. Each time he knocked at your door, you were there, promptly — like you’d been waiting for him to come by.

Maybe things were perfect as they were. If they were slightly different now, then the lack of labels should’ve been relieving. And yet…that didn’t seem like the case. He was growing frustrated with the way things have become. Frustrated with his own feelings and frustrated with not knowing yours. You were so good at hiding away your real thoughts while he remained outspoken about his. He didn’t mind confronting what confused him, but you weren’t as willing. He understood but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Satoru…”

“Mm.”

“Why did you stop?”

He opened his eyes and breathed in the intoxicating floral scent stuck to your skin from using your favorite body wash earlier. For several moments, he stayed that way until you brought his face back in front of yours. A cute unsettled look on your face that he almost melted from.

“Is there more to this?” He outwardly asked, finally letting go of the headboard. He dipped a hand into the sheets near your head, grabbing a fistful as he awaited your answer.

Tilting your head to the side in wonder, you asked, “More…to this?”

“Yeah. Between us.”

“Oh.”

It should’ve made you jump out of the bed and run straight out of the apartment. Just run until your feet blistered. Far, far away from a man that you now saw for who he really was. Broken and only wanting to feel wanted.

What did you provide that he wasn’t able to get from anyone else? You cared for him like you cared for yourself. Sure, he was a bit annoying and over the top with everything but he was a good man. He deserved nothing shy of the best, and you were desperate to give that to him. Nothing less than you’ve given yourself, but you had to be honest. There was more to it.

Nanami was evidence of that.

— flashback.

“He’s coming over? Again? Tsk, that’s three nights in a row. I’m surprised.”

You were seated right across from him, thighs pressed together with a small cup of coffee tucked in between your delicate fingers. You took a slow slip, staring at the table in front of you.

Nanami had a leg crossed over the other, comfortably sitting back against his chair with tea in one hand and a piece of the cake he ordered in the other. He looked at you for a moment, wondering why you were still entertaining Satoru in this manner if you were a woman of class. Always claiming that you wouldn’t fall victim to Satoru’s charming ways and yet there you sat — another meeting with him tonight hanging over your head.

What was so special about Gojou Satoru? A man to be vehemently complexed and dangerously damaging to the mind, body and soul. Someone with a heart like yours did not need to be with a man like that. Someone unstable and unsure of what he wanted from life itself.

Nanami could see it. You were on such a narrow path that it couldn’t fit anyone else. It was one that you clearly needed to walk alone but Satoru found a way to make it a two person journey. He was someone that defeated all odds at all costs. Someone that, if he lost the game, he’d simply change it. He was the strongest sorcerer alive and yet…

You only saw weakness when you stood in front of him.

Satoru was a man that exercised all things of control and yet, he found you on top of him on multiple nights. Letting you do whatever it was you wanted because he was now under your control whether you’d realized that yet or not. Moments where you’d stare down at him like he was the only man you saw in your eyes. Staring back as if you were the only woman in his.

No one ever saw him like that. So vulnerably and miserably open the way he was with you. When he was around you, alone, his guard was down. He was sure that if you chose to attempt it, you had the power to destroy him once and for all. He was the strongest when he walked out of your door but inside of those four walls you called home — he was just a man. When he walked through your door, he kept his infinity down because there was no need to fear you. In that, when he fell asleep in your lap or on your couch while you cooked, it would’ve been easy to sink a blade through his neck or through his heart. Easy to end his life where he laid.

You had more power over him than anyone alive. It scared him but not more than his fear of you not feeling the same way as him.

And what feeling was that?

“I can’t explain it,” you mumbled, and set your cup down to lean back in your chair as well. “I want to leave him alone. I should leave him alone…so why can’t I?” Your eyes fell on customers that began walking in, a few couples that were holding hands. You felt a faint smile tug at the corner of your lips. “I just can’t seem to say no.” You scoffed, looking back at your friend. “As if I’d want to. When he comes to my door with that stupid grin on his face holding takeout and wine, the last thing I want to do is close the door in his face. I don’t ever plan on having sex with him. It just happens. We talk, we laugh and then by the time we’ve both finished our third glasses of wine, we’re already shoulder to shoulder. I don’t know…” You looked down at your lap, blinking in curiosity. “There’s something about him… Something I’m so drawn to…”

“The ability to share your pain with one another can become addicting,” Nanami commented, sighing. “It’s a beautiful thing at first. It feels similar to buying new clothes or getting a new phone. A new love interest, if you will. Overtime, that feeling gets lost in the shrouding mist of redundancy.” The confused look on your face made him smile as he sat his own drink down to give you a better explanation. “Two things end up happening. One, you’d end up getting bored of it. Bored of the feeling you’d become so attached to. And Two? Well…that addicting feeling goes away and gets stripped down to its real components. It becomes toxic; poisonous. If you have the guts to leave the person, you’d be able to see it for what it was when you were in it. It’s hard to see through a glass you’re on the other side of. Does that make sense?”

“Entirely.”

You understood what he was saying but that wasn’t how things were for you and Satoru. He didn’t run his mouth about his childhood days or anything but you recognized that it was bad enough to remain unspoken of. You knew that he had several responsibilities from being the strongest sorcerer in the world, and knew the pressures of keeping people safe because of it. His spunky personality was more for show than anything else. That wasn’t to say that he walked around in pain because he looked happy whenever he was around friends but you couldn’t imagine how he felt going home afterwards. Alone with his thoughts with no means to escape them.

He’d once told you that he didn’t sleep well when he stayed at his apartment. He’d stand in front of his bedroom window, staring out at the nightlife below with a glass of alcohol in hand. He said that it was to drown out the voices. To dull the numbing ache of reality that he was forced to wake up to every morning, if he was graced with any sleep at all.

Being a sorcerer meant that you had to understand that people could die. That you weren’t going to be able to save everyone. It was impossible but Satoru didn’t believe that. He believed he held the power to protect and save all innocent life, and whenever he failed at saving another — it ate away at him.

The higher ups only wanted to see him succeed. His clan made it their life’s mission to breathe down his neck in order to make sure that he did his job right, and it was a lot to carry on such narrow shoulders. Too much to expect out of just one man out of the entire world before him. Most of his time was spent in front of curses. It was a wonder how he hadn’t gone insane yet.

Maybe that was due to having good friends that he could trust around him. Without you and everyone else — there was no telling who he’d be by now.

In a way, you felt a sense of responsibility for him. Nothing unwanted, but something you voluntarily wanted to bear. A position that no one else had the ability to fulfill. Not the way you could.

The way you accepted him, and treated him with care. All things he’d missed out on as a child. Naturally, with his childhood stolen from him, he often appeared child-like. He knew when to be an adult but most of the time he was jokes and laughter. Sometimes he pulled a few pranks on Nanami for the hell of it. Throughout all of that, there was still a man in pain inside. A man that needed those things to get through the blurred days without losing his sanity in the midst of it all.

You were there for him. No matter what.

He couldn’t have been more grateful to have you in his life.

— present.

“I think…” What did you think? Was there more to what you had with him? There couldn’t be…but unexpectedly, was there?

“You don’t have to answer that,” he quickly intervened, which was followed by a low sigh, hoping to trash the topic as soon as it came. “Forget I said anything.”

“No,” your eyes held his, determined to talk about whatever was bothering him because it was clearly distracting him. “Let’s talk about it. I just don’t think it would be smart of us to start something from this. We’re supposed to be friends that sometimes fuck. Are you really starting to have real feelings for me, Satoru?”

“Are you?” He repeated, almost holding his breath for an answer he felt was going to be exactly what he didn’t want to hear.

You blinked, sitting in silence, trying to collect your thoughts because were you developing feelings for him? It was beginning to become clear as day that he held some for you and wanted to feel like you were also feeling something for him. That he wasn’t alone or delusional to think that liking you more than a friend was unwise. In order for things to work itself out, you had to be honest.

“I…I don’t know. Maybe?”

Was it idiotic to let yourself open up the way you were? He already found himself sleeping in your bed, bringing you food, calling and texting you almost every minute of each day, acting like your boyfriend. Would it have been wrong to allow him to stay? Make a home in your heart, entrusting your very soul to another man that had the ability to crush it at any given moment? If you didn’t allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let someone else in, how were you ever going to be happy?

Without even knowing it, you were like a hamster on a wheel. Constantly running, believing you’re getting somewhere when you’re only going in circles. Always on a moving train, regrettably missing your stop every single time. You were afraid. Too apprehensive to put your trust into another man. Especially someone so broken like you. What if he hurt you? Led you to believe his love was true only to catch you when you got down, and break your heart all over again?

In truth, if something did start between you and him, you had hopes of it working out. Even though there was a major part in you that didn’t want to let him in, you could see a future with him. Something solid and true. You couldn’t trick yourself into believing that you weren’t deserving of real love anymore. Not when you knew, deep down, that you were more than deserving of it. You were owed it for all the heartbreaking years of being with a man that never saw you for more than what he felt you were worth. There was more to you than meets the eye and Satoru saw it. He saw you, and maybe that was what scared you the most.

That he was able to see into the very essence of what made you who you were, and wasn’t scared. Wasn’t too afraid to reach you and take that part of you into his arms, telling you that it was okay. He made you feel warm. That it was safe to fall for him, and maybe it was. Maybe you’d been deluding yourself to believe that he wasn’t made for you. That you were in his life to help him heal and move on. To find a way to live his life authentically and happily. A pawn in his success to happiness. Were you? Or were you meant to remain a part of his life but as something more than just his supportive friend? There was only one way you were going to be able to find out, and that was through trusting him.

To trust him to not let you fall.

“Maybe, huh…” he said under his breath, looking off to the side with a deep look on his face. As if the wheels were turning in his head, trying to make sense of your response. “Wanna know what I think?”

“I do, actually.”

“I think,” he looked back at you, smiling. “I think that you do have feelings for me. Maybe it’s safer for you to pretend as if you don’t or that you’re still figuring things out for yourself but I can see it. You’re scared of being vulnerable but, can I tell you that I was too?” He pushed some of your hair back from your face, sighing. “I’ve always been too scared to let someone in and it’s made me unhappy. It made me realize what I’m missing out on. I don’t want to go much longer without it, so that’s why I’m telling you how I feel now. If not, I’d only regret it.”

You understood what he was saying and it was a slight shock because you’d once believed that he wasn’t capable of feeling something strong for anyone else but himself. Not in an egotistical way but as a coping mechanism. To protect himself from anyone meant to do him harm. It would’ve been well within his rights to do so but it would’ve been damaging to himself. Finding out that he was willing to put himself out there, becoming more vulnerable around you than he already was — it meant something and maybe it was time you stopped ignoring it.

This entire time, he was the one making the obvious efforts in an attempt to get you to see his feelings for you. The sudden lack of calling and texting were sure signs of it. He’d been trying to distance himself from you to save his own feelings, but here he was, letting that all go. Risking his heart in hopes that you’d return the feelings.

What were you going to do?

“Satoru, I’m afraid,” you told him in a shaky whisper, trying to hold back the tears. “I’m afraid that you’re going to hurt me.”

He quickly took your face into his warm hands, looking into your sorrowful eyes, “I know, baby, I know, but you’re gonna have to trust me. I’m willing to trust you. We’ve both got a past. We just have to overcome it and I’d rather do it with than without you.” He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I just need you to let me in. Let me show you that I can take care of you. Please.”

There were reasons to believe that he wasn’t going to make good on his foreshadowed promises, but there were also reasons to believe that he was going to do just that. Take care of you and your fragile heart. That he wasn’t going to be like the last guy and treat you worse than dirt, but love you like you were always meant to be loved. He had just as much to lose as you and maybe that was why you chose to give it a shot.

“Okay.”

With a small gasp, he pulled back and stared at you with wide eyes. “Okay?” The excited tone to his voice made you smile as you rolled your eyes, nodding. He bit his lip to keep from smiling back, but he couldn’t help it. He kissed you and laughed, “So you’re my girlfriend now?”

You giggled, wanting nothing more than to hide your face. “I mean…yeah?”

Satoru cupped your face into his hands again, your skin melting against his gentle touch. His beautiful eyes held yours captive, face visibly flushed from the rush of emotions within him. His heart rattled against the cage of his chest, desperate to jump over the ledge and fall into the depths of your awaiting hands.

It felt like a millennia waiting for you to give him a yes, but an eternity for you to realize that he deserved a chance just like everyone else. You needed to be open to the possibility that maybe he didn’t waltz into your life to hurt you. Maybe he came to show you that good people still existed. He wasn’t perfect by any means but who was? Satoru came into your life for a reason and it was imperative that you gave him the chance to show you why he was there. Even if a relationship ended up not working out between you two, it was best to try and see what did. If a friendship awaited you two at the end, then didn’t you want to stay and find out?

In his eyes, you saw a man that longed to be loved, understood, cared for and given a chance. He wasn’t looked at as a human being by most in the jujutsu society. They saw him as the chosen one; powerful and born to stop all evil that flooded the streets of Japan. He was raised as a weapon. Never knew what a proper childhood was like. His life was stolen from him; it was no wonder he’d lost hope.

Until he met you.

You gave him reason. Gave him hope. Hope that his story is still unwritten. That there was more to come. That at the end, there weren't any credits but a sequel.

Gojou Satoru met you and found his new purpose. A reason to keep going because he wasn’t done living. He needed to stay because you existed, and became his world. He found you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. He needed to protect you, protect his treasure; protect his purpose because without you…he was no one. As much as you were his kryptonite, you were also his heroine.

He was drawn to you like a magnet. Your touch, your smell, your lingering perfume that clung to his clothing after a night of just holding you — those were the things that he held onto whenever he went back to his place. However, they faded after a day or so. He was forced to find you again, repeating the process because you helped him stay sane in this insane world of his. When you weren’t around, he needed to have a piece of you to anchor himself because he’d lose sight of his purpose.

The days could drag on, agonizing him to his limits but seeing you—seeing you made it all better. He was himself again and hated it when he had to go back home and look in the bathroom mirror after a long hot shower, watching his tormented expression stare back at him.

But now that you were officially his, there was nothing standing in his way. He could stop holding his breath and breathe. Take in your intoxicating fragrance again and again, and memorize it. Keep it with him at all times by not letting you out of his sight unless he truly had to. Not for too long or he’d come and find you again because you were his drug, so very addicting. Too painfully aware that one day, you might not be good for him anymore. That his possessive need to keep you close to him would become an obsession. If he wasn’t careful, he’d watch you slip through his fingers, but no. He couldn’t think about those things right now. Absolutely not.

You agreed to become his girlfriend. You were his now.

That was all that mattered.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes glistening with tears as he tried holding them back.

Your face softened immediately, holding his wrists gently, “What are you thanking me for?”

The air was still.

You blinked and watched as he dropped the last wall he still had up, ultimately letting you in, completely.

“Loving me.”

You were sure that nothing in this godforsaken world was better than kissing Satoru, the strongest man alive. How he made a simple kiss feel like your one and only hope to true salvation. How he enveloped not just your mouth but your body, your entire being into himself, shrouding your soul with warmth and a promise to keep you safe. That you could depend on him like he was going to learn to trust and depend on you. How he cradled your face like delicate porcelain, sliding his tongue over yours, sighing into the kiss that he never wanted to end.

Unfortunately, you had to breathe and pulled back, but he wasn’t done with you.

Not even close.

He wrapped his arms around you and turned over, switching your positions so that you were now on top of him, his hands at your hips, dangerously close to your thighs that begged to be touched; held.

Through his pale lashes, he stared at you, sweeping his eyes across your naked form that sat deliciously in front of him, waiting for his next move. Devouring the sight of you in silence made you feel anxious, pressing the plush tips of your fingers against his chest as you sat, staring back at him. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt one of his hands move inward, between your thighs, towards the source of heat he could feel.

He wore a growing smirk, intently focused on your twitching thighs, ears not missing the diminutive shy sounds that tried to sneak through your shaky breaths. Once he reached his destination, he couldn’t help but soak in the pleasurable look on your face as he pressed two of his slender fingers against the spot you needed him most.

“Satoru,” you moaned quietly under your breath, pleading him with your eyes not to tease you this way.

He chuckled with casual raised brows, head tilted a bit to the side, “Awh, come on. You always have so much to say. What happened to all of that?”

He was clearly torturing you. How mean he could be.

The pulsing at your core felt unbearable. If he was going to treat you with a bit of disrespect, then he’d need to remember that when you got on top — he didn’t have control anymore.

You did.

“You’re not being very nice.”

The steady tone of your voice wiped away the smile on his face as you wrapped a hand around his throat, pulling his attention away from your clit.

His eyes fluttered with surprise, hands gripping onto your legs to steady himself as he felt you slide back, brushing against his length that was now in between your wet folds. He groaned deeply, squeezing his eyes shut, holding himself back from embarrassing himself by creaming the outside of your pretty cunt. It was like sprinting towards the edge of a cliff and being forced to stop just before soaring to his death.

His dick twitched. With your weight on him, moving your hips agonizingly slowly, up, down and over the head of his cock like that — he was bound to lose his mind. He wanted nothing more than to impale you on his length and fuck you with nothing on his mind than showing you who was really in control here, no matter that you were now on top. However, with your hand on his throat, bullying his cock with your teasing hip rolls, he was completely at your mercy.

Good.

Because he was.

You leaned down, lips brushing his with a taunting smile, “Ohh, come now ‘Toru. You always have so much to say,” his breathing picked up, eyeing you down with nothing but want in his eyes. “What happened to all of that?”

“Please,” he begged, voice cracking in the process as his fingers dipped into your skin with desperation. “I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me please.”

“Mmm,” you cooed teasingly, grinding down harder against his pathetic cock that laid against his lower abdomen, pretty tip an angry red from the lack of real attention. “But do you deserve it?”

Of course he didn’t but that didn’t mean he was going to say that out loud. He was willing to say whatever you wanted him to just to get his dick wet and either way — you were going to give it to him because seeing him whine and beg was one thing, but actually giving him what he wanted was what you found to be the most fun.

His feet were planted into the mattress, hips daring to move up just to get more of that friction that you were unfairly denying him of. Oh how he wanted to just use your body until he was satisfied, filling your pretty pussy up again and again, ignoring your wants and needs just as you were ignoring his own. Did you deserve it? That question applied just as much to you as it did him. And did it matter?

His cock slid in between your puffy folds, willing to cum just from grinding up against you. Your eyes bored into his, curiously watching your boyfriend surrender to the desperate struggle that was now forced upon him. His hands flew to your hips, tugging you down each time the head of his cock disappeared into the warmth of your cunt. The low grunts that spilled from his lips made your body tingle, but you didn’t make a move to stop him.

Not yet.

“I’m g-gonna cum just like this,” he groaned out, forcing himself to stare down at the way your pretty pussy was now shiny with his pre and your arousal, a dangerous mix. “Fuck.”

“Satoruuu,” you sang in a light tone, quickly grabbing his attention again. “You would rather cum like this than inside of me?” Your face pulled into a fake pout, one he only saw as real through his lust blinded eyes. “That makes me a bit sad.”

If you’d stayed silent any longer, he would’ve thought about using your thighs or your tits to cum. You were being so rude a moment ago, he would’ve had no choice. Now you were offering him what he’d wanted the entire time. Your generosity always did come with a price. He couldn’t think of what that was going to be. Like he was really able to think at all at this point.

When you moved to hover over his twitching dick, blue irises flickered up between himself and you, skin itching and fingers prickling with anticipation.

“Please,” he looked at you again, obediently lying there awaiting your next move.

A smile found its way to your lips as you wrapped a soft hand around his length, directing the slick covered tip towards your sweet cunt, teasing him a few times by purposely missing the mark just to hear his breath hitch between attempts. His fingers curled around the sheets of the bed underneath him, eyes almost glossy with frustrated tears until he felt the kiss of warmth that came from you finally sinking down, little by little, onto him.

His moan was louder than yours, face twisted up in such a mesmerizing sight. Now that you didn’t need to hold him while letting him stretch you open, you chose to witness the way he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, letting the blood rush to his neck and covering the skin in blots of red. His skin was beginning to glint with sweat, face flushing and chest heaving with long low breaths. He looked so pretty underneath you.

You couldn’t wait to ruin him.

Once he was fully swallowed whole, you slid your hands up his abdomen to his chest, lightly tweaking at his neglected pink nipples, giggling at the way he shook under your touch. His eyes were closed now, deciding to let his other senses take over. He felt you move up, pitifully slow, before you dropped back down, causing him to cough out a broken moan.

Now you were just torturing him.

“Before you say ‘please’ again, know that I’m still in control. Therefore, I’m allowed to do whatever I please,” your cheeky smile made him sigh, hands taking refuge back at your hips to ground his shattering existence from sinking right into the mattress from the feel of your tight, beautifully silk, walls wrapped so deliciously around him. He’d give up just about anything to keep you right where you were. It was a feeling he’d die for.

“Then I won’t say anything,” Satoru replied, hazy blue eyes focusing on you, “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Your heart was likely to jump out of your chest from the way he was looking at you. Like you were his diamond in the midst of endless fields of sand. The brightest star in the sky and the warmest sun in the galaxy. His gaze was unwavering, and it almost made you want to look away. He was probably unaware of the amount of power that he held over you. You were never someone to be too vocal about your affection for him. Not for any particular reason other than being too scared to love another man. Especially him.

You knew how busy he could get. What his schedule was like. How dangerous his job was, and how willing he was to risk his life doing it. How, if he left one morning, there was no guarantee he’d come back the following evening. There was no doubt that he was strong enough to hold his own and protect other people but he could also be a bit reckless when he fought and sometimes, that scared you. Sometimes you couldn’t go with him on some missions, so he had to go alone and you were left wondering if he’d even come back.

Worrying about such things would’ve only drove you up a wall so you tried to force those thoughts back down from where they came. Focusing back on the task at hand.

He was your boyfriend now. It wasn’t weird to worry or scold him for things. You now had the right to tell him what was on your mind, no matter what it was about. It was strange, though. Calling him your boyfriend. You two worked so well as friends that now being a couple, you wondered how you were supposed to act around him. What was meant to change or not change?

Suddenly, you felt a slap across your bottom and you blinked, looking back down at him. Satoru had a frown on his face and you knew what he was going to say next.

“Are you overthinking again?”

You were forced to tell the truth. Wasn’t that the key to a successful relationship?

Another blink and you began to smile, dropping your eyes down to your hands on his chest. “Maybe…but I was just thinking about a few things. Nothing to talk about, really.”

“I would love to sit and talk about whatever it is that keeps grabbing at your attention, but can we do that after this?” There was a faint lopsided smile on his face now, hands already moving up your sides, thumbing at your soft skin. “I just really need you to be focused and here with me. Can you do that?”

“Can I do that?” You mused, playing with his nipples again. He twitched under your touch in response, eyes almost closing. “Of course I can. You’re so needy, you know that?”

You didn’t give him a chance to answer when you began rocking your hips again, stalling it right on his tongue as he watched your tits bounce from the motion in front of him. Ultimately became distracted, attaching his lips around one of your neglected nipples. Your hands moved into his soft hair and gripped a handful of it, pushing your chest into his face to let him know to not stop.

Satoru’s thighs twitched against the curve of your ass until they began to shake when you shifted to leaning back, bringing your legs up. You planted your hands on his legs and used them for leverage, lifting yourself up and down on his cock, keeping your eyes on him. His eyebrows were pressed together, chest heaving and eyes fixated on the way your cunt slid along his length with ease. The only sounds that filled the room were your breathy moans and his whiny pleas that fell upon deaf ears as you kept at it until you began to feel your thighs burn.

“Can’t cum like this,” he mumbled, almost missing it over the sound of skin slapping against skin, from each time you sunk down on his cock. “Wanna see you. We need…ah…to switch.”

When you slid back down, you stilled and tried catching your breath. Pushing your body forward again and falling flat against his chest, you felt his upper body vibrate, getting your attention.

He was laughing.

You rose your head at him in curiosity to find a curve at his lips. As drowsy as he looked, you knew that he wasn’t there yet and neither were you.

“Tired?“ he asked, and you graced him with a small nod, eyes falling shut when you felt his lips against the middle of your forehead. A squeak slipped past yours when you felt his hand move across your ass. “Good,” he smirked, “Now it’s my turn.”

Your positions were once again flipped but this time, he settled for turning you on your side, your back meeting his chest. One of his arms snaked across your middle to settle a hand around your waist.

“You always choose the more intimate positions don’t you?”

His deep chuckle against the shell of your ear sent chills down your spine, feeling his lips move against your warm skin.

“You know me so well.”

He didn’t have to spread you open to push himself back in because you did it for him. You tossed a leg over his bent one, parting yourself with nothing but impatience to feel him back inside. He didn’t waste any time pressing the head of his cock past your pretty folds, groaning out into your neck, wanting nothing more than to be back in you as well. Clenching onto him the minute he invaded your cunt, it almost sent him over the edge.

“If you knew what you felt like being wrapped around me like this,” he breathed near your ear again, smirking lazily. “You’d lose your mind too.”

Slightly, you turned your head so that you were able to see him, meeting his hazy blues. “Are you gonna fuck me or would you rather talk for the next 10 minutes?”

His frown made the butterflies in your stomach stir because you knew what provoking him entailed. There was going to be no more talking. Just the sounds of him fucking you to completion and your gratifying moans to translate how good it felt and how close you were getting.

He snapped his hips forward, jolting yours in the process. He repeated that until he met a comfortable pace, burying his face into your neck once more and letting himself get lost in everything that made you, you. The way you tried to conceal your shaky moans, too afraid of being too loud for the neighbors to hear and how your plump ass bounced against him with each thrust he made. The way your curves fit against him just right, like your body was made for him. How you curled a hand around the arm he had around your midsection, desperately wanting to use him to keep yourself anchored to this world. To him.

Everything about you drove him insane and even when you’d finally given yourself to him — every single part of you — he still couldn’t get enough. He needed more of you. He wanted to push his body into yours until he was able to combine your souls into one. Claim your entire essence and being as his, marked forever as the one that saved him from himself. You were his beaming light amongst the black ocean of his heart. Where he was drowning in his inescapable hell, you saw him and pulled him out of it all. How else could he thank you? Being your perfect imperfect boyfriend didn’t seem like enough. He wished to pull the stars down from the night sky and hand them all to you because you deserve something no one on earth could give you. Something only he was capable of giving you.

What was that? What was the very thing he could give you that no one else could? Something he hadn’t already given you?

It had to be a proclamation. He knew of your past with the other men you tried dating and knew none ever worked out because he was in your life now. You were never appreciated the way you should’ve been nor were you given the time that you deserved. You were unlike anyone on earth and yet — you were never treated as such. You deserved more than the petty “i like you’s” and “maybe you’re the one for me” because Satoru was there, desperate to show you that he felt more than that. He was a real man that knew what he wanted, and he wanted you.

Satoru couldn’t stomach the thought of you moving on to someone else. He hated the thought of leaving you behind for an assignment without a way for you to let people know that you were no longer available in any sort of way. Granted, nothing could stop someone from hitting on you no matter how apparent your relationship status was, but you’d best believe he was going to do his best.

And he knew exactly how to do it.

“Marry me.”

Unconditional love from a man that was oh so clearly written in the stars for you. A man that finally found his way to you and wanted nothing more than to make you completely his.

Your breath quickly got caught in your throat, trying to stop your head from spinning to make sure you’d heard him right.

“Satoru…” your eyes landed on him again, but his face was still hidden within the depths of your cozy neck. He kissed your skin with gentleness but continued to fuck you like he was on a mission. A possessive one. You held your moans back to fully connect with the sudden sprout of conversation. “What are you on about? Marry you? Is that what you said?“

His eyebrows furrowed, arm pulling you infinitely closer to his own body, ears blooming red. “Yeah…Marry me.“

“Hey,” you maneuvered to where he was forced to look at you, clearly embarrassed by what he feared your answer was going to be. It didn’t seem like it was going to be good. “What’s the matter? Why are you springing this up right…right now?” You stuttered out, wishing he’d stop for just a second so you could understand what this was all about.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just…” he looked into your eyes and felt like he was nearing a sharp cliff except, instead of being scared like he usually would’ve been, he was ready to leap right off of it. Arms out and ready to fall into yours. Ready to give you what no one else ever did. “I love you. Like…I’m in love with you.” Your eyes widened. “I just need you to be mine in every way possible.” His head dipped back down, trying to shy away from the shocked look you were giving him. “Wanna skip this boyfriend-girlfriend bullshit and just put a ring on your finger already.” He finally stopped moving his hips and smiled, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. “Just marry me, will ya’? We’ve known each other for a really long time. What’s skipping a few more chapters gonna do?”

“I…” You’d only just gotten used to being in an official relationship with him and now he was proposing to you? It was fast. Too fast, in fact, and again — you were the logical thinker between the two of you. He clearly didn’t like using his head. Was more fond of letting his heart do the deciding instead. Making such a lifelong decision wasn’t an easy one. Boyfriends in the past were merely flings on a flimsy promise of there one day being something more. You’d never met anyone that loved you the way Satoru was prepared to. A ring was materialistic but a promise to love you and only you for a lifetime — it was forever. The kind of promise that you couldn’t break no matter what. You viewed marriage as something sacred and long lasting. Not something done from a whim but because you’d fallen in love, and needed a bigger more real promise to keep that love alive.

You were prepared to deal with the fact that, one day, Satoru wouldn’t come home from a mission. As his girlfriend, it would’ve made things easier to handle but as his wife — that was asking for a little bit more. You were meant to love him above all else and place him in the most special part of your heart. A part so fragile, so small, so naked and vulnerable — a place not even seen by the bare eye or the best microscope in the world. A place reserved for that lifelong partner you were meant to die alongside with. You weren’t sure if you were ready to open that place inside of you just yet but truth is, were you ever going to be ready?

Falling in love was risky. It wasn’t about being ready. It was about everything that came with loving someone completely. Till death do you part.

But like a logical thinker, you tried to balance the stakes and whims that came from making such an important decision when that was exactly where you kept failing. Love…was risky. It wasn’t something you could predict or follow. Love was reckless; perilous even. You’d fallen into its trap and now you were finally being put to the test.

What was your answer?

“I…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he quickly said, feeling regretful. “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I mean,” he sighed, “it’s too fast anyway. I asked you to be my girlfriend and now I’ve asked you to be my wife.” He dryly laughed, wanting to just disappear from the room altogether. “I can’t help but make a fool of myself I guess.“

“Yes.“

He stopped rambling and stared at you, almost feeling the air still around him. “Yes…what?”

When you started to move around, Satoru pulled out of you and let you turn to face him, his breath hitching at finally being able to see your face the right way. Your hand fell softly onto his cheek giving him a reassuring smile, heart racing within your chest.

What was your answer?

“Yes. I’ll marry you.”

His bottom lip quivered and you couldn’t fight back a giggle watching a tear gather in one of his eyes, wasting no time tumbling across his cheek and onto the pillow he was laying on.

“You…you mean it? You’re saying yes? You wanna marry me?”

“Yes silly,” you pecked his lips, pulling at the fat of his cheek. “I will marry you…on one condition.”

His crystal blue eyes sparkled with excitement, arms already finding their places around you, pulling you against him.

“Anything, baby. Anything you want.”

You licked your lips before releasing a small breath, “You have to sell your penthouse. As your wife, I would like for us to live in a real home. A home that we can call ours with enough rooms…for our future…kids?” You let the question hang in the air, hoping it was something he wanted too. For as long as you’d known him, he always seemed to stay in very luxurious apartments. With him also being a sorcerer, he barely lived in any of them. You knew that part wasn’t going to change much if any, but a home was something you weren’t really willing to compromise on. His penthouse was surely nice, even though you hadn’t seen it, but as a married couple — it made more sense to build a life together in a bigger home with a nice yard. Maybe with a dog too. Or a cat.

Satoru gave you a flat look, almost surprised by your response.

“Is that it?”

Your face flushed with heat, fidgeting in his arms, “I mean yeah, uh… I was thinking that was going to be something I’d have to fight for since you’ve only lived in apartments. Sure it’s a pretty big change for you, right?”

He hummed and kissed your nose, eyes capturing yours, “Mmm, you’re right. It will be. I mean, having a real girlfriend was a major change but now a fiancé, future wife? With a nice big house? Kids? Hmm,” you giggled again as he looked thoughtful, holding you close to him. “I think it’ll feel like a new life, honestly. So yeah. Pretty big change but I’m ready for it. Ready to be your husband. God, I just realized something.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling warmly, “Uh oh. That’s never good.“

His broad shoulders shook with laughter, “Relax,” he whined. “I realized that I’ll get to make sweet love to you all the time now.” He smirked, pecking your lips once, twice and another. “Feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“Maybe,” you bit into your lip, letting your nails scratch along the upper part of his back, feeling his hands circle at yours. “-–we should start that lifelong journey right now. Let tonight be our first of many, yeah?”

“Your brain is just so sexy,” he dove down to your neck, biting and nipping at a few places he knew were your weak spots. Your back arched against his hands, letting out a small moan. “Kinda like the way you think, pretty.” He moved his lips to your ear, grinning devilishly. “Maybe I’ll do you one better and put a baby in you right now.”

You gasped but before you would have responded, you were turned back over onto your back just like you two started the night out, and watched your hungry fiancé hover on top of you. He used one of his hands to grip at the headboard once more, and peered down at you with dark blues and a conniving smile.

“Ready to be a mommy, baby? Because quite frankly, with how hard I’ve been for the past 20 minutes,” he used his free hand to lift one of your legs up and on his shoulder, kissing at your calf without cutting eye contact. “I definitely won’t be able to pull out.“

You let your hands travel up his toned abdomen, up and over his chest and back down, fingertips teasing the head of his cock. His eyebrows creased together as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His face was once again flushed and so was his tip, glistening and aching to be touched or inside of you again.

“Then how about you don’t,” you replied and his eyes were instantly back on you.

“You mean…”

You smiled, “We’re going to be married soon anyway, and I have faith you’d make a pretty decent dad. Wouldn’t you agree?“

His dick twitched against the palm of your hand. To you, it almost looked like he was salivating and touched at the same time. It was cute.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Satoru mumbled before he bent down and closed his mouth on yours, groaning as he lined himself back up to your cunt, wasting no time pushing himself back in.

And like a missing puzzle piece, he fit perfectly.

With your nails dug deep into his muscled back and his lips on yours, cock so deep it was like he was bullying your pretty pussy to open back up for him — you felt like you were floating on cloud nine. Even though he held the headboard tight in his hand, it kept slipping and hitting the wall each time he slammed his hips into yours. Neither of you paid any mind to it and eventually, somewhere in the midst of it all, he ditched the effort and focused on you. He chased his high and snuck a hand down to your sensitive nub, giving it quick circles that had you moaning so loud, you were almost positive you were going to get an eviction notice this time from the noise.

“Gettin’ close pretty girl?” Satoru said against your lips, smirking at the way you couldn’t keep your mouth closed even when it counted the most.

“Uhuh–,” you indulged him, unable to form any actual words at the moment.

The headboard thudded loudly against the wall the faster he went and soon, he felt his balls tighten up, finally releasing his load into your fertile cunt, feeling you squeeze around him with a grip as tight as a rope. Burying your face in his neck as he did with you, you kept yours legs wrapped tightly around him as you panted and whimpered. You shook in his arms, walls fluttering around his cock. He held you tightly, kissing at your slightly damp skin, rocking his hips slowly to ride out both of your orgasms.

After a few quiet moments, he pulled out of you and kissed your thighs before moving off of the bed, telling you that he’d be right back. You didn’t miss him for long when he padded back into the room with a warm, clean towel.

“Not like I wanna do anything but push all of this back into you but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable so let’s get you cleaned up shall we?”

Your little smile made his heart skip a tiny beat as he moved the cloth across your inner thighs towards puffy folds. He chuckled, watching your legs twitch with each soft touch.

He continued to clean you up in a quiet atmosphere, listening to just your breathing and the way the wind outside howled against the tall windows. The silence almost lulled you to sleep until you felt a pat against one of your legs, causing your eyes to fully open again.

Satoru greeted you with a small smile, “Done.” He shifted back off of bed and pointed a finger at you as he walked away. “Don’t go fallin’ asleep on me. Not until I come back to join you, yeah?”

Your lips formed into a cute pout, bringing a pillow over to hug against your chest as you moved to lay on your side.

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry and come back or you will find me asleep.”

“Ughhh. Alright, alright,” he groaned out like a child as he sulked out of the room, borderline speed walking to hurry back like you told him to.

The bed was so cozy and the sheets felt so warm. It was almost enough to force you to sleep, but you tried your best to stay conscious long enough to hear his footsteps come down the hall. Your face was pushed into the pillow that you were still hugging, so you didn’t see him walk in but heard him. Then you felt the bed dip down in a few places until you felt the heat from his body against your back, and muscled arms encircling you. He pulled you back until you were flush against his chest, his nose finding purchase against the nape of your neck.

His warm breath fanned across your skin creating little goosebumps.

“Still awake?”

“Mm.”

You felt his lips stretch into a smile. “Good.” He tightened his hold on you and closed his eyes. “I really meant it by the way.”

“Meant what?”

He was quiet for a moment. You almost wondered if he had actually fallen asleep on you when you heard him inhale softly.

“That I’m in love with you.”

A smile tried to form but you bit it back, squeezing the pillow in your arms. You could feel your heart begin to race and tried to calm it down enough to give him a decent response back.

“Well…I think you’ll find it a little surprising that I also feel the same way.”

“You’d better,” he grunted, kissing your neck. “I’d be pretty sad if you didn’t. Kinda proposed to you and everything. Would’ve sucked.”

You giggled. “Yeah, it would’ve.”

“My wife…” he said under his breath but you heard him nonetheless. “Now that’s got a ring to it. No pun intended.”

Your silvery laugh made him cough out a chuckle, hiding his face in your back, spreading small kisses along your shoulder.

“You’re so annoying, you know that?”

He smirked before humming, “Mmm, think I’ve been told that once or twice by a pretty lady before. Wait a second…I think I know this pretty lady.”

“Satoruuuu,” you whined, pushing your face further into the pillow, smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Babyyy,” he drew out, clearly teasing you.

Then the two of you heard a faint knocking at the door. Your head popped up, trying to make sure it was a knock you heard. Then it happened again and you looked over your shoulder at Satoru who was already looking at the bedroom doorway, an eyebrow raised.

“Who is that?” You asked, but before Satoru had the chance to say anything, you heard a familiar voice yelling outside your door.

“I know you two are still in there! Just know I’m going to the office tomorrow to file my final complaint on you two horny fuckers! Pack your bags because I am making damn sure you’re out of here by next month! Better fuckin’ believe it!”

After a few very quiet moments, you heard your neighbors front door slam closed and when you made eye contact with Satoru again, both of you bursted out into a fit of giggles.

It was a good thing you and him were going to be looking for houses soon. There was no way you were going to be able to fight to keep your lease after tonight.

Satoru pulled you into his arms so that you were now facing him and kissed all over your face, not missing a single spot.

“Love you.”

You smiled and breathed in the faint hint of cologne that was still stuck to his skin, “Love you more.”

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Gojo x Reader, where in school reader and gojo are super touchy touchy making geto and ieiri confused and concerned 😛😛 and they keep telling the others that they're just friend but like they go back to the dorms and fuck like bunnies

just so close

pairing: gojo x f!reader

⟶ cw. fem!reader, fwb, smut, humour, fingering, semi-public sex, secret relationship, unprotected sex, ass-play, mentions of anal.

sypnosis: request gojo and you have a strange relationship that your friends can't stand.

⟶ wc. 1.6k

a/n: hiya, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! requests are also open for similar things! this request is a bit shorter than most n you know my love for open ended endings :)))

“You cryin’?”

Gojo Satoru stands tall and proud, cackling at his friend who’s managed to trip on her own two feet whilst shopping. The friend throws a heavy slap his way, without his infinity on all the time he feels the impact against his soft cheeks-he was laughing so hard his eyes were completely shut and couldn’t even avoid it.

You scoff, crossing your arms, “Are you?”

Satoru holds his precious cheeks, reddening and pulsing under his palm. “You are rude.”

From the distance, Shoko and Suguru walk up towards them after the other two had run off looking for mochi ever since they left the train station. They see their classmates fighting over a box of mochi, yelling in each other's faces.

“It’s mine, Satoru─”

“But I finished mine!” Satoru cries, whining like a child.

Shoko sighs as she approaches you, “Satoru come on, just go buy more.”

You nod quickly agreeing with her in hopes he’d let go of your precious box. Satoru scoffs, letting go and huffing, “It tastes better when you eat someone else’s.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

As the day goes by they all decided to see a new movie after they walked by a large poster advertising some new horror movie. After class and all the training, they wanted to let loose, and what other way to do that than do literally nothing!

You ask for a soda and popcorn, getting a large knowing someone is bound to eat your food. “Satoru, what flavour popcorn?”

“Sweet! Anything else is disgusting!” You roll your eyes, of course, he’d want it sweet. If you were alone you’d probably get salted popcorn or buttered, you usually preferred salty things.

You smile at the employee getting what Satoru wanted.

The other three were already in the theatre by the time you were done, the line was so long. Shoko being her snuck in some snacks in her pockets, Suguru well, would never pay for overly expensive cinema food, and Satoru was just waiting for you to bring the food.

You walk into the darkened room, hmm, at least the ads were done but you were missing the first few minutes of the movie. It didn’t really matter since watching this film was just on a whim and you didn’t even know or care what it is about.

Satoru’s eyes light up seeing your hands full, beaming with joy. He’s saved you a seat right next to them, patting it enthusiastically. Shoko puffs her cheeks though, saying, “I thought you were going to sit next to me.”

“Oh, I can─”

Satoru cuts you off, pulling down on your arms and making you sit, “Nope, she’s sitting with me. Get your own friend.”

“She’s not just your friend, Satoru! We’re all friends, oh my god─you’re so annoying!” Shoko shouts, biting into her chocolate bar. Suguru laughs at the argument, only placing a finger on his lips to tell them that they should keep quiet in a cinema.

You knit your eyebrows, “Sorry, Shoko we can go shopping just us two at some point.” You give her two thumbs up and she nods excitedly, sticking her tongue out at Satoru who pouts after being left out.

The cinema seat was really small, Satoru’s arms steal the two armrests but it wasn’t like you were going to use them. But still, his arms weren’t even that big but he was just tall so he kinda just floods over the seat, his shoulder nudging into yours endlessly without an escape.

He senses your discomfort with the little space, throwing his arm over your shoulders instead. Shuffling you accept the change, getting comfortable. Suguru sends you a weird look which you shot back, throwing a handful of your popcorn at him making Satoru chuckle.

Satoru with his dark uniformed arm around you and pulls you closer, even throwing the armrest back making your sides attach. It was a lot comfier.

He grabs some popcorn, well a bit too much, shoving the entire thing in your mouth, “Damn, it’s not going anywhere, you don’t need to choke on it.”

He scoffs, “Just cus’ you can’t fit much in your tiny mouth doesn’t mean I can’t.” He taps your lips with his thumb, teasing you.

You click your tongue, taking a sip of your coca-cola.

No one else seemed to bat an eye at this, why would they? To anyone else, it would seem as if you two were a couple but to Shoko and Suguru they stared at their friend with wild eyes. They look at each other, wondering if the other was seeing what they were seeing.

Suguru couldn’t shake the feeling that Satoru was definitely staring at your lips in a much more than friendly way, because it wasn’t like Suguru was doing that to you. Shoko notices the way your body molds into Satoru’s, affectionately snuggling into his large frame. The last time you were so soft with a guy was with your ex-Kento-kun.

Shoko’s lips twitch and she taps Suguru, whispering in his ear, “We cannot let this happen, they can’t.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

Shoko snaps her fingers, “An intervention.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The white-haired infinity-wielding boy sits behind you whilst you played a video game in your dorm. With you on his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, “Don’t forget to heal.”

“Pft, I know how to play this game.”

You didn’t really sense any difference, Satoru always did this. He puts his arms around your waist basically using you as a body pillow as he scrolls on his phone. You stayed like this for a while, sat on his thick thighs, and focused on passing the mission in your game.

Until Shoko busts into your room pointing her finger accusatorially. “See! Suguru, I was right.”

Satoru blinks, indifferent, “Huh?”

“I told you, they’re way too touchy.”

Suguru tries to put together the pieces, well, the evidence seems very clear but he didn’t want to put you on the spot. “Well, do you see anything weird about this?”

He was asking you, making your eyes twitch, “Erm, what do you mean?”

“You’re on Satoru’s lap, you guys are always together, touching each other ways friends don’t!” Suguru explained, pointing at a bored-looking Satoru, “And he’s got his infinity off!”

“He’s always got it off─” You say, turning to face Satoru and he nods.

Suguru clicks his tongue standing at the door, “No he doesn't, he had it on this morning when I threw a pancake at him.”

You laugh, “Well that’s because you threw a pancake at him, I don’t see what you two are seeing. Like I guess we’re touchy but I’d sit on your lap too, Suguru.”

Satoru chokes a bit, dropping his phone, “Eh?”

“Exactly! If you two end up making this complicated and it messes up our friendship blame yourselves, I’m just warning you because you two seem a little too friendly, I’m over it!” Shoko drags Suguru out the door with some angry stomps leaving a really flushed you sitting on Satoru’s lap.

You cock your head, “Are we really that touchy?”

Satoru shrugs, cascading his palm from your waist down to your skirt hem. “Maybe.” His fingers tap and tease, getting closer and closer to the heat. His large hands reach your clothed heat, where nothing but your underwear covers it.

“We’re lucky they didn’t see─” He mutters, pulling on your shirt collar and kissing down your neck leaving wet marks, “Start moving again, it feels good.”

He tugs on what remains of your panties that had been moved aside under your skirt. Tightly pulled against the fat of your lips, you were definitely lucky no one told you guys to get up, or else they would’ve noticed Satoru’s cock was deep inside of your dripping cunt. His finger pulls and teases your clit, making you twitch on his lap whilst trying to play the game.

He was only reminding you of what to do since you were sort of going dumb trying to ride his cock and focus on the mission at hand. Biting your lips you worried that your friends were only a couple of doors away, completely clueless with how far your relationship with Satoru had already gone beyond just friends.

His legs are spread under you whilst you were kneeling on your legs and knees over his lap, it didn’t seem weird at all if you didn’t focus on it but the angle of which his cock is pressing allowed nearly the entire length to bottom out.

“Oh, shit. Yea, keep rolling your hips like that─” Satoru moans, still watching that video on his phone. “Mhm, your pussy is so wet─huh? Did you like almost getting caught, you kept clenching on me I almost died holding my breath.”

You sit up purposefully letting him almost fall out before sitting back down dragging down on the length hearing a guttural moan leave his lips uncontrollably, “You’re the one that enjoyed that, always trying things in public and when our friends are nearby.”

It wasn’t clear how it got to that point but in the cinema, Satoru had that had he wrapped around your shoulder down the back of your skirt, fingers deep in your pussy the entire time. He’d curl it, enjoying the way you’d shift and freeze up next to him.

He throws his head back, flustered and completely red from pleasure, “I know─I know. But it’s fucking hot, you looking at me like that, eyes practically asking me to bend you over and defile you. Fuck!”

His fingers flip up your skirt, and he pulls away from the cloth of your panties again revealing your quivering tight hole, “Are you into butt-stuff?”

“Never tried it.” You answered him quickly, moving your hips and playing the game much more casually now. He didn’t like it, he liked it when you struggled, whimpered, and cried on his dick.

“You wanna?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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warnings: none, mainly fluff, first time writing so it maybe shitty, got inspiration from tiktok imagines that came across my page, english isn't my first language so bear with me.

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Characters : You (y/n), Jungwon

synopsis: You wake up not hugging your pillow, but hugging him

inspired by @zen on tiktok

word count: 199

You and Jungwon always sleep together at night, but this particular night he's still practicing with the members for their comeback that's going to happen.

You can't sleep without hugging anything or someone that your comfortable with, so you decided to make due with the pillow beside you.

12:33 am

Jungwon unlocked the door to their apartment, Y/n wasn't there to greet him, he thought that she went to sleep already.

He saw you sleeping with the pillow, he washed up and got ready for bed.

He removed your pillow cause how could you sleep with the pillow as if it's him >:(

...

You woke up not hugging your pillow anymore. You were pretty sure you went to sleep hugging it. So you opened your eyes and you saw him hugging you tightly,

"Good morning" he said , and you said "why are you the one that i'm hugging right now?"

"Sorry I came home late, I saw you with the pillow, and even if it's just a pillow I got jealous" well isn't he so cute you thought. "Can you hug me like you did with the pillow last night please?"

let's just say you were cuddling for the whole day.