SHE SAID IT'S HER FIRST TIME! NANAMI KENTO

SHE SAID IT'S HER FIRST TIME! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...older bf!nanami finds out he’s your first time and he intends to make it very special

INFO...older bf!nanami x virgin fem!reader, age gap (earlier 20s, early 30s), virginity loss, consent checks, praise, nipple sucking, fingering, pussy eating, penetration, slight blood, slight crying, creampie, nanami grows kinda feral, not proofread

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Having Nanami as an older boyfriend was such a joy. The maturity, thoughtfulness, communication, love, commitment, and patience you received from him was more than you could have ever asked for. You were always so open with him, telling him everything and just being the annoying girl friend you were. But, there is one thing that you’ve kept hidden for the last six months of your relationship.

Every time things got heated between you Nanami while making out or getting handsy, you always backed out last minute telling him that you “weren’t ready” and he always understood and respected your boundaries. Though, you are ready. If you were to lose your virginity to anyone you’d want it to be your sweet loving boyfriend. But voices in the back of your head start to make you overthink, wonder if he’ll even want you anymore if you confess to him.

It isn’t until you’re here on his bed, hands tangled in his hair while kiss him slowly, passionately. His hands are roaming all over your body, still careful to be respectful. You’re pushing into him, smiling in between kisses. “Have I ever told you how much of an amazing kisser you are?” He chuckles, peppering kisses along your jawline.

A blissful sigh escapes your lips before you answer, “no.” You shake your head, his lips traveling lower down to your neck. Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, enjoying the moment. His tongue glides along the skin of your neck, gently sucking and kissing, earning little whimpers from you as a reward. His hand grabs at your leg, hooking in over his waist as he pushes his hips into you.

Your breathing grows shallow, heart beating frantically against your ribcage. You gulp, feeling things grow more intense with each passing second before you push Nanami away. “I’m sorry, Kento, I just—”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I understand you want to take your time with this kind of thing.” He gently grabs your hand, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. His brows furrowed as he studies your features, eyes wandering every where else but into his. “What’s wrong, hm? You know you can talk to me,” he says in the most smooth voice, one that makes you wanna spill every secret. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. “Sweetheart?” He draws out the pet name, he knows something is on your mind.

“Ken, I feel bad for keeping this from you for so long, but,” you sigh, fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt, “I’m a…virgin.” You finally look in his eyes, clenching your jaw. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, ears ringing loudly it almost drowns out your heart beat.

His lips part, eyes widening at your words. Deafening silence falls upon you like a tidal wave and you feel the embarrassment rush in. “Fuck,” you whisper, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything I…I’m just gonna go.” You quickly scramble to your feet, grabbing your sweater from off of his bedroom floor. Maybe those voices in your head were right. Why would a man like Kento want anything to do with an inexperienced girl like you, compared to a woman who would know how to please him, give him a what he wants.

Just as you were about to walk out his bedroom, you feel a tug at your arm pulling you back until you hit his broad chest. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking at you. “I never said to leave, sweetheart.” He walks you back over to the bed, taking your sweater from your hands and placing it on the back of his chair. You sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for the next words to leave his mouth. Eyes follow his every movement, watching the way he walks over to you and kneels down in front you, grabbing your hands in his. “Look at me.” And you do, eventually, meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

You find it hard to speak, to even get a peep out. Nerves are shot and it feels like your stomach is twisting in knots. “I just thought that—”

“That I’d be upset you’re a virgin?” He asked, putting it all out there. You nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “Sweetheart,” he chuckles, flashing a smile at you, “you’re too cute for your own good.” He caresses your cheek. “No wonder you’ve been so nervous each time we’ve made out.” He licks his lips, taking a deep breath in before speaking again, “listen, we don’t have to rush into anything. You should’ve just told me, but I understand your feelings.”

You blink a couple of times, your heart rate finally drops, feeling more comfortable with the situation. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders, and even more importantly, you were glad Nanami took it so well. “But, I am ready.” You look away from him.

“What?” His brows furrowed, confusion written on his face.

“I’ve been ready, just been scared, nervous…I don’t know.” You shrug, your voice getting quieter with each word you say.

His hand comes up to your cheek, gently cupping it as he directs your gaze back towards him for the millionth time. “Are you asking me to be your first?” He asks in such a gentle tone, eyes carrying a look of adoration in them. Sheepishly, you nod.

“Always wanted it to be you, Ken. You’re so kind to me, and so patient,” you admit.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, “I’d love nothing more than to be your first.” He kisses the top of your hand, soft lip pressing against your skin as he stares into your eyes. “We’ll go at your pace, yeah?” He smirks.

Everything in you is telling you to pounce on this man and go at it like animals with how he was treating you. It only made him a hundred more times attractive than he already was. Your lips find his as you both fall back onto the bed, resuming the make out session from minutes ago, only this time it’ll actually lead somewhere. The kisses felt more feverish, more passionate, something that’d you been craving this entire time.

“Can I take your clothes off?” He asked, placing a kiss to your jaw. “I’ll take mine off too.”

“Yeah.” You nod, feeling his hands tug at the hem of your shirt. The fabric slipped over your head, your first instinct was to cover your chest, feeling completely vulnerable in this position. His hands carefully undid your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, discarding the items of clothing on the wood floor. You covered yourself up, shutting your legs and holding your chest.

As you watched him get undressed, your eyes landed upon the obvious tent in his shorts, leaving you turned on. His body seemed liked it was carved from the gods, toned biceps, shredded six pack. He looked like he could just easily toss you around, put in whatever position he wanted. Not to mention, you could see how big he was through his boxers, your nerves starting to wrack up again as you began to wonder if it’d even fit. And once he pulled them down, your eyes widened and worry flooded your face.

Nanami let out a light laugh at the look on your face. “What’s the matter?” He asked, rubbing his hands over your thighs.

“Do you think it’ll fit? It’s just…really big, Ken.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander. He was thick, and slightly long, which is reasonable excuse for your worry.

“It might hurt a little, sweetheart, but that’s why I need to prepare you, yeah? Make it feel good for my sweet girl. Now, don’t hide yourself from me, okay? I wanna see all of you, praise all of you.” He leaned over, kissing your lips again, trailing down further with each one. His hands replaced yours, gently groping your tits, squeezing them in his hands. “Such soft and pretty tits.” He kissed each one. “Can I suck on them? I promise you it’ll feel good.”

Once he gets your approval, he wastes no time, his lips latching onto your hard nipple, hot tongue swirling around the bud. His eyes fluttered shut, a muffled moan escaping his lips. Your hands find themselves in his hair, little pants and whimpers leaving your lips at the foreign sensation. His other hand pulls at your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he gets lost in thought. He pulls his head up, hazy eyes staring back at you. “Doing okay, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, please keep going.” You bite down on your bottom lip, earning a smile from his as he moves over to your other nipple, tip of his tongue circling over the sensitive skin before taking it in his mouth, suckling on it. “Mmm, Ken,” you whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Feeling good?” He places kisses all over your tits, his touches so gentle. You buck your hips up towards him, grinding against him. “I’ll take that as a yes. You’re feeling needy, aren’t you, baby? Go on, you can tell me.” The flat of his tongue lays against your nipple again, slowly licking, teasing you.

You bring your hand up to your face, covering it, too embarrassed to look at him, to let him hear you. But with each flick of his tongue more whimpers spill out of you, overflowing. His warm lips press kisses to your sternum, traveling down towards your stomach, getting lower and lower until you jolt up. “What…what are you doing?” You ask, dumbly. It was clear what his intentions were with his mouth just inches away from your cunt.

“Just sit back and relax.” He caresses your side. “Open up for me, wanna get a taste,” he murmurs. He gently pushes your thighs open, scooting lower on the bed. His mouth slightly parts, eyes gravitating towards your wet cunt. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re already so wet,” he chuckles, looking up at you. He rests his head against your thighs, lips kissing your skin, worshipping you, savoring you. He plans to tease you as much as possible, he wants you ready.

You body twitches when you feel his fingers ghost over your throbbing cunt, light touches making you yearn for something you’ve never even had before. He kisses down your thighs and towards your pussy, pausing when he finally reaches. He looks up at you for approval and when you scoot your hips closer towards him with the cutest whimper, he dips his head down between your legs and presses the slowest kisses on your clit. The way you gasp makes him smirk, he wonders how you’ll sound when he uses his tongue.

Finally, you feel the flat of his hot tongue dip between your soaked folds, pushing its way up your slit and finding your clit. You sit up on your elbows, brows furrowing in pleasure as Nanami wraps your his arms around your thighs, holding your hips in place. He moans against you, pulling you closer towards him as he starves for more of your taste.

He flicks his tongue across your clit, his chin coated in your juices before he moves his tongue lower, tongue fucking you. You bite down on your plump lower lip, quietly moaning while your eyes watch his every movement, like you were studying him. His tongue slithers back to your clit, circling it before he gently sucks on it. “Hah, fuck,” you gasp, your hand instinctively reaching for his blonde locks of hair.

He lifts his head, licking his lips to not waste any drop of you. “Hey, pretty girl, can we try something?” His voice is gentle, a sense of security in it. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The pad of his thumb rubs your clit in circles, his other hand caresses your thigh. “Wanna try fingering you while I eat this pretty pussy, get you ready for me,” he explains.

You gulp, nervously looking down at his hands. “Will it hurt as much?” You ask.

“Might hurt a little, but it’ll help. I’ll make you feel good, baby. I never wanna hurt you.” He sits up, moving closer towards you.

You nod slowly, “okay,” you meekly say. Nanami, wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting your leg around him as you both lay on your sides.

“You ready?” He asks, kissing your cheek, his fingers rubbing your slick over your entrance and back over your clit, trying to get you prepared. “Just gonna do one finger for now until you want more,” he whispers into your ear. Slowly, he slides his thick digit into your entrance and you immediately let out a pained sigh. He removes his finger, pressing another kiss to you cheek. “Take your time, baby. You’re okay. Hold on to me if it gets too much.” He continues rubbing your clit in slow circles until you give him the nod of approval to try again.

He pushes his finger past your folds, feeling your walls clench around him as he goes inch by inch. “Mmm.” Your eyes screw shut as you cling onto his broad shoulders, feeling the sting of the stretch. He finally gets it all the way through and you’re panting, clawing at his skin.

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” he reassures. “Hey, look at me,” he grabs your face in his direction, “it’s okay.” He kisses your lips as you whimper against his. “I’m gonna start moving my hand now.” You hold onto him tighter, the burn making you wince as he pulls his hand back and pushes his finger back in, slightly gaining in speed.

You can’t seem to look away from him, melting into his touch as the pain slowly turned to pleasure, feeling your body accept him just like you wanted this entire time. He presses his forehead against yours, bodies pressed up against one another as you fight back the urge to kiss him until you’re breathless. Your hips rock into his hand, following his movements. “Want more,” you whimper, nodding at him.

“Want more, pretty? Yeah?” He pecks your lips, carefully sliding his ring finger into your entrance. You whine at the stretch, taking in a deep breath when you feel his fingers curl up, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. Your cunt squelches around his fingers, sucking them in. “You’re doing such a good job,” he whispers, working fingers faster until you’re a moaning mess.

Wet kisses make their wag down your neck, moving lower down to your chest as he repositions himself at the end up of the bed, fingers still curling inside you. He pushes one of your legs back, eyes intently watching the way your pussy takes his fingers so well. Without warning, the flat of his tongue presses down your swollen clit. “Oh fuck!” You gasp, gripping at the sheets below you. Your body shivers with pleasure, the sensation of his tongue and fingers sending you to cloud nine.

Your head falls back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, legs threatening to close around his head. He slurps your pussy, tongue working its way through your folds to get every last drop. He’s moaning at your taste, breathing heavily through his nose. His hand pushes your leg back farther, nearly up to your chest, as he works hard to drive that orgasm out of you. “Ah! Oh my gosh!” You cry out, clutching at his hair, pushing his head down when he sucke on your sensitive clit once more. “Ken, baby, I think—fuck!” You squeal, rocking your hips on his face. Your legs close around his head as your orgasm arrives, body quivering, and every touch is heightened. That doesn’t stop Nanami, low eyes watching how prettily your back arches off the bed, your walls squeezing his fingers. “Hah! Ah! Yes!” You moan.

Nanami finally lifts his head, chest heaving up and down as he looks at you with the most love in his eyes. “Fuck, baby, you did so good. Come here.” He rushes to plant his lips on yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His dick is throbbing, oozing pre from the tip just from watching you cum. “You alright?” He asks, petting your cheek.

“I’m okay.” You nod. “Thank you.” The sweetest smile spreads across your face, one that makes his chest fill with warmth. “But, I think I’m finally ready.” You look down towards where you two meet, only inches away from one another.

“You sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable,” he says softly.

“I promise I am. Just…go slow,” anxiousness riddled your tone.

“Of course. Let me know at any time if you wanna stop.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. The nerves build in your chest, and your stomach fills with butterflies. He repositions his hips, rubbing his length through your folds, smearing his precum. He lightly groans, slowly moving up and down, nudging your clit with each thrust. Nanami notices you watching, he can see you’re still nervous. “Baby, look at me, okay. It’s gonna be fine.” He gently grabs your face, staring into your eyes before his fat tip pushes its way through your folds. Your eyebrows raise in surprise before furrowing.He goes as slow as possible before removing himself, letting you take a breather.

You spread your legs further before another attempt, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushes into you again, inch by inch you feel the stretch, the stinging sensation making you grit your teeth. “Ah!” You bury your face in his neck, when you feel his hips finally meet with yours.

Tears fall down your cheeks, and he’s quick to kiss them away. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. Let’s stay like this for a minute.” He wipes your tears, massaging your thighs as you try to accustom to his size. “Gonna start moving now.” He pulls his hips back, his length coated in a mix of your juices and slight blood. “Oh, your bleeding baby.” He looks at you with the most empathetic expression.

“Mmmph, sorry, I’m sorry.” A wave of embarrassment washes over you as it came to mind that it was most likely on his sheets.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s completely normal.” He kisses your lips as he pushes his hips against your again, the head of his cock grazing over a sweet spot deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?Hah, my sweet, sweet girl—fuck,” he breathily chuckles. And now he’s moving faster, wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging onto him like you never want to let go. “So fucking tight,” he grunts.

You feel so full of him, like he was made for you. His dick dragging along your walls, his hands holding you close, wrapping around you as he whispers praises in your ear in the most sweetest voice. Your eyes roll back, nails leaving marks on his skin, your toes pointed. He’s fucking you into the mattress, but being oh so gentle about it. “It feels so good,” you mewl as he fucks you deep, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“This pussy was made for me baby—oh shit—taking me so fucking well. You feel so fucking good,” he moans. He presses into you, each thrust sending your mind spiraling as shivers run down your spine, you body covered in sweat. Nanami squeezes you tightly, kissing your neck, and nibbling at the skin.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” It feels like your breath is being sucked out of you, your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage. “Gonna cum!” You cry out. “Hah—yes, yes!” He keeps the same rhythm, tip of his dick kissing your cervix before your shaking under him.

He holds you tightly, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, staring into your eyes as you cum around his dick. Your hands cup his face, searching his eyes. “That’s my girl, let it all out,” he says. He can feel you clenching down on him, the feeling making his dick throb harder. “Always be my good girl, right baby?” He asks. And all you can do is nod, when he starts fucking you faster, almost like he’s grown feral. “It’s good that you know because I’m about to fuck you like you aren’t.” He pushes your knees to your chest, lifting your hips slightly so that he reaches the deepest parts of you. “Nngh, fuck!” He grunts.

“Ken! Oh fuck, fuck!” You squeeze your eyes shut, the body rocking and creaking with each other his hard thrusts. A hand clasps over your mouth in a weak attempt to muffle your screams of pleasure.

“Pussy feels so good, sweetheart. Can’t get enough—fuck—I’m sorry,” he heavily pants. Strands of blonde hair cling to his forehead, eyes fixated on watching his dick disappears in and out of you, your pussy creaming around him, leaving a white ring around the base. He can feel you clenching down on him again, your nails leaving crescent marks in his forearms as you’re cumming for a third time tonight, barely able to form words. “Atta girl. Looks so pretty cumming on my cock,” he smirks.

Your back arches into him, legs quivering as he thrusts grow sloppier and sloppier. “Nnngh, shit,” he moans. “Gonna make me cum—ah!” His brows furrow as he fucks you harder, a primal feeling rises in him as he thinks of cumming inside of you for the first time ever. “Baby,” he says with desperation, “baby, let me cum inside you.” A rosy red spreads across his cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

Your arms reach out to him, dragging him down for kiss, legs locking around his waist as you push him closer to you. Nanami groans into the kiss and you swallow every last one as his seed fills you up, coating your walls. He slowly fucks you, making sure to get every last drop of his cum in you before pulling out.

“Oh my god, sweetheart,” he chuckles, a glint in his eyes. You laugh with him before he rolls both of you over, you now on top of him. He caresses your cheek and you melt into his hand, a blissful sigh leaving your lips. “You did absolutely amazing.” He smiles. “You doing okay, though?” He wonders, fingertips tracing patters on the small of your back.

“Yeah,” you nod, closing your eyes shut, “I’m doing great actually.” You smile. You rest your head on his chest. “Thank you, Ken.”

“No, thank you. I’m glad that you trusted me to be your first, honestly. It means a lot to me.” He kisses the crown of your head. “You’ll always be my girl.” He continues tracing your skin.

“Really?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him. “Promise me?” You pout, batting your lashes.

“I promise.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lips before you press a kiss to it. He chuckles at the small gesture. “Let’s get in the shower, together, yeah? Maybe order some food? You deserve it.”

𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 !

the thrill of the rush: your appetites are different, but you and nanami love just as humans do. (vampire!nanami) ⋆⋆⋆

piece of cake: nanami can't help but notice your strange behavior, and he begins to grow suspicious (aka you throw him a surprise birthday party)

easy living: after many stressful weeks at work, nanami plans a relaxing beach vacation for the two of you.

carefully, i was going to live: you and gojo realize you share the same kind of pain.

my everything: after nanami remembers how short life can be, he realizes he wants to spend the rest of his with you.

skipping heartbeats: nanami wants to see every jujutsu sorcerer dead, but he might make an exception just for you ⋆⋆⋆

my girl: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage? ⋆⋆⋆

hotel room: what’s a wedding for if not to make your boyfriends a little jealous? (feat. levi ackerman) ⋆⋆⋆

home cooked meal: you bring itadori home for dinner & he gets to see a different side to kento

was i such a fool?: two years after breaking up with nanami kento, he shows up at your concert ⋆⋆⋆

karma police (discontinued): on december 24, 2017, nanami kento and geto suguru successfully killed okkotsu yuuta and gojo satoru. a year later, there are no special grades remaining, and the bounty on your head continues to increase.

in these lonely halls (ongoing): when your family finds out about the romance between you and the stable boy, they arrange a marriage with the wealthy earl, nanami kento.

nanami drabbles masterlist (for more of kento!) ᰔ

𝓰𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾 !

alone with the moon: cuddling with gojo after he comes home late from a mission

dating gojo headcanons (gn!reader)

𝓸𝓴𝓴𝓸𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝔂𝓾𝓾𝓽𝓪 !

pain reliever: your vampire boyfriend can't resist the taste of you during a certain time of the month ⋆⋆⋆

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲 !

what would their types be? [nanami + gojo + geto]

Forever yours…

GOJO SATORU X READER

Part 2. Part 1 linked here

➛ summary: you and Satoru were high school sweethearts although, he’d have described you more as soul mates. When the Jujutsu world became too complicated and the losses outweighed the wins, you ran - leaving Satoru behind. So how come after 10 years he still can’t stop thinking about you? Where were you now? Would he ever see you again?

➛ warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of sex, crack, fluff and just some wholesome sh*t really.

➛ A/N: I can’t thank y’all enough for the amazing response to this fic. It will now be becoming a series. This part will flip flop between readers POV, Satoru’s POV and a shared POV. It is marked to tell you which it is, so just check if there’s any confusion! There’s also some appearances from Yuji, Megumi and Nobara. I’ll see you all in part 3 where some tension will start to build *wink wink*. Enjoy!

Last time in forever yours: You let out a gasp, feeling your heart rate pick up at record speed. Standing there like a deer caught in the headlights, pulling your notebook into your chest. At the same time the man in question seemed to lose grip on his bag and his cake, both hitting the ground. Your hands began to shake as the man slowly pulled up his blindfold, as if to get a better look.

He was taller than when you last saw him but you’d know those azure eyes anywhere. Letting out a breath, the next words you utter were “T-Toru-“

You.

Every fibre of your being was alive at that moment. You could hear your heart beat in your ears, pounding like a drum. You both stand there, just staring at each other, each unable to move from your spot, like you’d been glued in place. You close your eyes to take a deep breath, trying to regain some type of composure. When you open them again, he’s gone.

What the fuck? It was like he’d vanished into thin air. You regain movement in your body and rush over to the door, stepping out into the street. It was too late. He was gone like he hadn’t just been standing there. You began to question your own sanity. Had you really just seen Satoru standing there or were you imagining it? You knew you weren’t losing your mind when you saw the smooshed cake on the ground and the paper bag there, leaking what looked like coffee.

He’d really been here. Right there. Feet away after all these years. You felt like you were about to have a full blown panic attack. “Y/N, what are you doing?” You hear Aoi calling from the cafe doorway. “S-sorry i um, i thought i saw someone i knew” you mumble, still looking around like you’d see him hiding somewhere. You could hear Aoi approaching you. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” she asks softly. “I-I’m fine” you answer, slowly tearing your eyes away from scanning the street to look at her. She gives you a soft nod, not believing you were ok at all. “Jeez, look at that mess.” She sighs. “Who just drops their food in the middle of the street like that?” She says, shaking her head. “Listen, I’m going to get a brush and clear this mess up. You go back inside” she says, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, uh yes, sorry” you say still in a daze. She gives you a soft smile and nudges you towards the door.

You step back inside, heart still thundering in your chest. You knew there was a chance he was still in the area, but you’d thought you were far enough out from Jujutsu tech that you wouldn’t run into each other if he was.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. You kept unconsciously checking out the window, looking to see if Satoru had come back. He didn’t.

You had never truly gotten over Satoru. Yes, you’d dated other men since then. Hell, you’d even been married, but Satoru was still engrained in your heart since the day you left. No man ever quite compared to him, try as they might. Yes, you’d been the one to walk away from him but that wasn’t because you didn’t love him. He was your person. You knew he was. You just couldnt take the pain of the Jujutsu world any longer. That world was filled with so much death, danger and constant pain. It all became too much. You’d tried, really fucking tried, to get Satoru to leave with you, even though you knew deep in your heart he never would. You’d hoped he would though, for you.

Leaving hadn’t been easy. You’d sobbed every day for months after leaving. Your heart broken and calling out for Satoru. You knew you couldn’t go back though, because if you did, you’d never leave again. You wouldn’t be able to leave him, again.

Satoru.

Satoru had never been so grateful for his ability to teleport. He was standing at the enterance to Jujutsu Tech. His chest felt like it was about to burst open from how hard his heart was beating.

It was you. It was really you. Working in some little cafe in town. You had been just feet away from him. But he’d panicked. You looked as terrified as he did. Had he somehow manifested this? Thought about you that much that, bam, you’d appeared like magic.

Satoru walks into the lobby area of Jujutsu tech and plops down on the closest seat with little to no grace. His hands can’t stop shaking, his blindfold is still squint on his head and the blood is still roaring in his ears. He just sits there. Wide eyed and in a daze.

He’s suddenly startled out of his daze by a voice. “Hey! What happened to my coffee?” Shoko asks before taking him in. “Woah, what happened to you? You look like you saw a ghost”. Satoru turns to her, still wide eyed and looking confused. “Y-you’re coffee? O-oh I d-dropped it”. Satoru responds in a far away mumble. “Satoru what’s going on? Seriously, all the colour is gone from your face man” Shoko approaches him slowly, starting to become increasingly concerned. He just blinks at her.

Shoko sits on the table opposite him. Scanning him for any type of injury to explain his appearance and behaviour. Suddenly Satoru speaks up “I-it’s Y/N” he says blankly, still staring off into space. “Y/N? What about her? Is this about you being upset about her earlier? I’ve told you a million times, you gotta let that go. It’s not healthy” Shoko tells him. “I-I saw her” he whispers. Shoko looks at him confused. Does he have a concussion? “You saw her? You saw Y/N? Are you sure?” Shoko asks, scrunching her brows together. Satoru let’s out a humourless laugh “Yep, was definitely her”.

He finally makes eye contact with Shoko and she can see the emotions swirling in his eyes. “S-she was working in a cafe. In town” he says shakily. “So she’s back? Did you talk to her?” Shoko questions. “N-no, I uh just stared at her through the window”. “You stared at her through a window? Did she see you?” Shoko asks. “Yeah, she did. Looked as scared as I did” he mumbles. “Wow” is all shoko can manage. Satoru just nods in response, finally fixing his blindfold back into place. Shoko gets Satoru to stand and they slowly walk to her office together so that the kids don’t see Satoru’s dishevelled state.

Later on when Satoru has had time to gain some composure and looks a little less like he was going to pass out, shoko starts with the questions again. She’s sitting at her desk while Satoru leans against it. “So she’s just back in town then?” She asks. “Seems like it” Satoru sighs. “Wow, I didn’t think she’d ever come back here. Especially not this close.” Shoko shakes her head. “I think her parents are still in the area so thats probably why.” Satoru says. “Why do you think she’s back?” Shoko asks, her curiousity clearly creeping in on the situation. “How the fuck would I know Shoko? I’m the one she left remember?” Satoru snaps, running his hands over his face out of frustration. “Jeez, I was just asking” she mumbles.

A few moments of silence pass before she asks “You think she’ll show up here?” “I don’t know” Satoru mumbles, chewing his lip. He truly didn’t know if you’d show up here. He doesn’t even know how long you’ve been back. As much as seeing you had overwhelmed him, Satoru couldn’t help that tiny glimmer of hope glowing in the darkness. That glimmer of hope that you would show up.

You.

That night you couldnt find sleep no matter what you did. Tossing and turning until eventually flopping onto your back and accepting defeat. You let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. Your mind couldn’t help drifting back to your Jujutsu Tech days. More specifically, your days with Satoru.

*Flashback*

You and Satoru had agreed to wait until you were both 18 to have sex for the first time. Easier said than done at some points, especially for two horny teenagers, but you were both pretty good at calling time out if things were getting too hot and heavy during a make out session.

However, tonight you had just had your first time. It was a lot of stumbling, bumping and grabbing to begin with. Neither of you having any experience of the sex aspect, but soon it had turned into a whole lot of sweating, moaning and tangled limbs.

You were lying together on your small dorm room bed, you were cuddled into Satorus side. Your hand on his chest as he played with your fingers. He had his other arm wrapped around you, stroking your naked waist. “You ok?” He asks, kissing the palm of your hand. You move to rest your chin on his chest, his hand that was stroking your waist now stroking your back. “I’m perfect” you smile at him. “That you are” he grins.

He cranes his neck down slightly to peck your lips. “I could lie here with you forever” he sighs. “Me too” you say, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek. He leans into your touch, shutting his eyes.

At moments like this you were in your own little bubble together. Nothing else mattered. Not the Jujutsu world, the normal world or anything else in between. Just the two of you. “I love you Satoru” you whisper. “I love you too baby” he whispers back. “Forever?” “Forever.”

*End of flashback*

Tears began to slip from your eyes as you recalled the memories with Satoru. Recall the love you both shared. If only things had been different.

At some point you seemed to have fallen asleep. Not that the sleep was great, your dreams filled with Satoru and the day you left him.

You didn’t have to be back in the cafe until tomorrow so you had some free time. After breakfast, you decide to go and get ready for the day. You brush your teeth, wash your face, do your skincare, apply some light make up, get dressed and then do you hair. The whole time all you can think about is Satoru.

That’s how you find yourself standing here. At the enterance to walkway that leads to Jujutsu tech. Honestly, you don’t know if this may be the worst idea you’ve ever had. Showing up unannounced may not be the best idea. However, its like your feet can’t stop themselves as you begin your walk towards the main building.

You walk slowly, taking in all the buildings, buildings you thought you’d never see again. As you approach the main building you stop to take it all in. It’s like you can see your memories playing out again. See teenage you walking the grounds with Shoko, talking and giggling. See you, Satoru, Shoko and Geto making a run for it, laughing, as a very angry Yaga chases you all. See you and Gojo walking hand in hand, just two kids with no idea of what’s to come. You feel tears fill your eyes. As much as you had some of the worst times of your life here, you also had some of the best.

You don’t hear the footsteps approaching you before you hear a voice say “Well, damn. Never thought I’d see you again”. You whirl around to see Shoko standing there, cigarette in her hand. “Those’ll kill you yknow” you say nodding towards her cigarette as you walk towards her. “Eh, so they say.” She shrugs, stubbing it out. You’re both standing there, straight faced, staring at each other, before you both burst into laughter, embracing each other. “For real though, I never thought I was gonna see you again. Especially not here of all places.” She says as she pulls away. You sigh, shaking your head “Yeah well, I never thought I’d be back here”.

You end up walking together for a while, catching up on each others lives. You can’t help but be reminded of the old days, when you’d walk together, giving each other the latest gossip.

“I’m assuming you know about Geto passing” Shoko asks as you walk side by side. You nod sadly “Yeah. Yaga got in contact with my parents so they could pass along the message. I couldnt believe it” you say, still in shock. “He wasn’t the Geto we both knew by that point” Shoko says, trying her hardest to keep the tears at bay.

“Anyway” shoko starts, clearly ready to change the subject “as much as I’ve loved catching up with you, I suspect its not me you’re here to see”. Butterflies immediately erupt in your stomach. “I-I uh no it wasn’t you specifically I came for” you stutter. Shoko just nods. “He’s not here right now, on a mission until later” she informs you. “O-oh, ok.”

You don’t know if you should be relieved you get more time before you face him, but you can feel the swell of disappointment at his absence. “Listen, he was a mess yesterday after he saw you. I think he was just a liiittle overwhelmed to see you without warning. Maybe it’s a good thing to give it a little more time” Shoko shrugs. You just nod sadly, tears beginning to fill your eyes. Shoko takes your hand in hers “What I do know though, is he will want to see you. That big idiot couldn’t resist it if he tried.” She chuckles. You can’t help but giggle too. You sniffle “How uh, how is he?” You ask nervously. Shoko scoffs “Satoru is Satoru. He never changes. He may have gotten taller since you last saw him but he’s still the same giant child inside”. That makes you laugh and feel a little more at ease.

Shoko walks you back to the front of the building. You give her your new number and a big hug before you turn to leave. “I got your number, where you live and where you work now. You can’t escape me again” she calls out. “Wouldn’t dream of it” you wink back at her. You turn to leave, feeling surprisingly at peace after how much you were dreading coming to Jujutsu Tech.

As you’re walking away from the main building, you see three kids walking towards you. A pink haired boy who’s all smiles and laughter, a dark haired boy, who actually reminds you a little of an emo version of Satoru and a girl - who looks like she’s about to start a fist fight with the two boys. As they get closer you can hear them bickering back and forth. They don’t seem to have noticed you yet. Then the shoving starts. As they get closer, you move to avoid them bumping into you but it’s too late and you hit the ground with a loud THUD.

Satoru.

As Satoru strolls into the lobby of the main building, he notices Shoko walking in through the entrance, she hasn’t noticed him yet but she’s got a big smile on her face. “What’s got you looking so happy with yourself? Find some people to cut up?” Satoru chuckles at his own joke. “S-Satoru? What are you doing here?” Why does she look so confused by his presence? “I uh work here?” Satoru says confused. “I know that you idiot! I thought you were on a mission” Shoko says, seeming stressed. “Oh. I was but I finished early” Satoru shrugs. “Shit! Fuck!” Satoru is taken back by Shokos sudden outburst. “What is going on with you?” Satoru asks, baffled by her behaviour.

Shoko gives him the quick run down of you showing up here and your interaction. “Wait? So she was here? To see me?” Satoru says slowly. “Yes!” Shoko squeals. Satoru can feel his heart thudding in his chest. “W-well, where is she? How long ago did she leave?” Satoru asks, trying to gauge if he’d still be able to catch up to you before you left the grounds. “Uh like 5 minutes ago, maybe” shoko says nervously.

They begin to bicker back and forth about if he should try to catch up with you before they’re interrupted by the sound of yelling coming from just outside. “GOJO! GOJO-SENSEI! GOJO!” Satoru and Shoko just look at each other. “I-is that Yuji?” Satoru questions. Just then a very out of breath Yuji bursts into the room. He’s looking around like a mad man before his eyes land on Satoru. “Sensei! We need help! There’s a lady who we knocked over and she’s hurt and-“ he rambles. Both Satoru and Shoko are quick to react. They follow Yuji out of the building as he leads them to where the hurt lady is.

As they both run behind Yuji they see Megumi and Nobara crouched down talking to someone sitting on a step. As they get closer Shoko grabs Satoru by the arm to get him to stop. “What? What is it?” Satoru asks frustrated as he comes to a stop. “I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath and put on your big boy pants” Shoko starts. Satoru just looks at her unamused. “That’s uh, that’s Y/N, on the step.” Shoko says nervously. “W-what?” Shoko just nods.

Both.

Shoko approaches first, while Satoru stays behind you. “Girl, you just left me. If you wanted to see me again this fast you could’ve just texted me instead of getting yourself hurt” shoko jokes. “Yeah, well, I thought this might be more effective” you laugh. “I’m ok, really. I just twisted my ankle. I told Yuji here I’m fine but he wouldn’t listen.” You huff.

Satoru walks closer slowly. You still hadn’t noticed him yet. Before he can announce his presence, Shoko uses her head to point behind you. Your head whips around to look behind you. You let out a gasp. “H-hey” Satoru says softly. “T-toru? B-but Shoko said y-you weren’t here” you say in shock. Before Satoru can even respond, Yuji buts in. “Wait a second. She just called you ‘Toru’. D-do you guys know each other?” He asks confused. Satoru and you both say “No”, as if on instinct, at the same time Shoko says “yes”. The 3 kids just look between you and Satoru as you both try desperately not to blush. Satoru clears his throat before saying “We’re old friends”. He crouches down to your level, lifting his blindfold a little, before he quietly asks “Are you ok? I think you should let Shoko check out your ankle”. All you can do is nod slowly as you both stare at the other.

God, you were still as beautiful as the day you left him. He knew that of course, but seeing you up close, you took his breath away. You and Satoru are too busy just staring at each other, that you don’t notice Yuji and Nobara starting to whisper to each other about what your relationship might be. Not for long before Megumi nudges them both to shut them up. Shoko clears her throat to break you both out of the trance. You both quickly blink and turn away from each other. “Let’s get you inside and have a look at this ankle then, huh?” She says. “Y-yeah, ok” you say shyly.

As you go to stand up, pain shoots through your ankle and it starts to give out. You close your eyes and prepare yourself to hit the ground but instead, you feel two big hands grab you to keep you up. You open your eyes to see Satoru holding you. Your heart begins to gallop in your chest. “Can’t put weight on it?” He asks softly. You just shake your head, unable to get any words to come out. You let out a squeal as Satoru suddenly puts his arm under your legs and the other around your back to carry you in his arms. At this point you’re pretty sure your face is tomato red. This is not how you had planned your first interaction in 10 years with him to go.

As Satoru carries you back towards the main building , your arm around his neck, you can hear the kids walking behind you giggling and gossiping. You’re desperately trying not to stare at him, but dear god does he look good. He’s filled out in all the right places. You can feel his muscles from how he’s carrying you and don’t even get you started on how good he smells. Shoko appears beside you both “Well, isn’t this nice? Some of the gang back together again”. You just laugh awkwardly as Satoru gives a weak smile. Oh this is awkward, so so awkward.

You lie on the medical bed in Shoko’s office as she ices your ankle. Your hands are over your face as you replay everything that just happened. You can hear her trying not to laugh but failing miserably. “Well that went well” she says, trying her hardest to suppress her laughter. You just groan in response. You can hear Satoru in the hallway questioning the kids.

“So what the hell happened?” He asks. The kids all begin to talk over one another. “One at a time please” Satoru says, rubbing his temples. Eventually Nobara speaks up “We were debating about a movie and-” she starts, as Megumi scoffs, whispering “I think the word you’re looking for is arguing”. She just glares at him in response before continuing “and we didn’t see her. Then Yuji started shoving and -“ “it wasn’t me who started the shoving you liar” Yuji interrupts. The bickering between Yuji and Nobara soon starts to pick up and get louder. “Hey! Hey! Hey! What did I just say? One. At. A. Time” Satoru says, starting to become frustrated. “Ok, enough of what happened. Who pushed her over?” He says, giving the 3 kids a stern look. All 3 of them look at the floor. No one saying anything. Megumi let’s out a sigh “it was me Sensei”. Satoru raises an eyebrow before he says “I doubt it Megumi. But since no one will give me a straight answer, all 3 of you will go in there and apologise to Miss L/N.” “Yes Sensei” they all say in unison.

You.

You’ve just finished having you ankle wrapped by Shoko when 3, very guilt ridden, faces walk into the room with Satoru looming behind them. “We’re sorry Miss L/N.” They say in unison. “We didn’t mean to hurt you, promise” Yuji blurts out. “It’s alright guys. I know you didn’t mean it and you can all call me Y/N.” you giggle.

You can see Yuji looking like he’s about to explode if he doesn’t ask a question. “It’s Yuji right?” You ask. “Uh yes ma’am, sorry I mean Y/N”. He says, blushing. “Everything alright? You look like you have a question” you say. Yuji looks at Satoru before he looks at you and says “I-it’s just, Gojo-Sensei said you guys are old friends right?” You nod. “So are you a sorcerer too?” He asks. “I used to be” you tell him softly. “Used to be? So you aren’t anymore?” He looks confused. “Yuji” Satoru warns. “It’s alright” you smile. “I don’t actively use my technique anymore, no” you say shyly. “But why?” Yuji asks, clearly intrigued by you. “Aaand that’s the end of story time kids” Shoko interrupts. “Cmon let’s give Gojo-Sensei and Miss L/N a moment to talk” she says, ushering them out of the room. “Actually, she said we can call her Y/N” Yuji beams. “Right, Y/N?” You nod, giggling. “Yuji, out!” Shoko warns. He huffs but gives in and leaves. “Behave you two” Shoko winks before she shuts the door, leaving you and Satoru alone together.

You sit there awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs while Satoru stands with his hands behind his back. Both waiting on the other to speak. Satoru eventually breaks the awkward silence. “I-I’m sorry about them. They just get a little excitable.” He chuckles, scratching at his undercut. “It’s ok” you smile. “They seem like sweet kids. You’re great with them Toru”. That makes Satoru smile. He moves to sit along from you on the medical bed.

You’re both trying not to stare at the other. You keep making eye contact, looking away when you catch the other staring. “Listen” you both say at the same time. “S-sorry, you first” he laughs. “I uh I just wanted to say that I’m sorry really” you begin “when I saw you yesterday I panicked but what I really wanted to do was come out there and apologise to you”. You’re trying hard not to let your voice wobble. “I know I hurt you when I left and I wish I could’ve found a better way to have done things. A way that didn’t result in as much pain.” Satoru nods slowly. “It’s alright” he begins. “I’m sorry about yesterday, I panicked too. And I accept your apology. I know you didn’t have much choice at the time. We were kids having to make adult decisions. It was hard” he smiles sadly.

Your eyes are beginning to fill with tears. You’d been so scared of this conversation for so long and yet now it was happening you were filled with relief.

The room is filled with silence again before Satoru sniffs. “So, is it weird? Being back here I mean.” You let out a laugh. “So weird. I can’t believe how much of it is still the same.” You smile. “Yeah, not much changes around here” Satoru chuckles.

You look at each other briefly. You can see both of you thinking of the memories you share here. “H-hey, you remember that time Yaga chased us through the grounds after I accidentally took a window out with a basketball” Satoru laughs. You let out a snort. “I was actually thinking about that when I got here. He was so mad”. Satoru nods “I still have the scar on my hand from trying to jump the fence to get away from him” he smiles, presenting his hand to you. It takes everything in you not to take his hand and run your finger over the scar.

You both sit in a peaceful silence. Reminiscing on memories before Satoru turns to you. “So how much of our conversation do you think they’ve been listening too?” You can’t help but let out another snort. “Oh all of it, for sure”. Satoru brings his finger to his mouth, telling you to be quiet before he announces loudly, “Itadori, Kugasaki. What have I told you about eavesdropping on other people’s conversations?”. There’s some shuffling and commotion on the other side of the door before you hear a muffled Yuji. “S-sorry Gojo-Sensei. Won’t happen again. Ow Nobara! B-but he already knew we were there! H-hey! Ow, no pinching!” You and Satoru look at each other before bursting into laughter.

When your laughter dies down, you speak up again. “So, ‘Sensei’ huh?” You smirk. “That’s Gojo-Sensei to you ma’am” Satoru smirks back. You can’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” Satoru raises an eyebrow in question. “Oh, nothing. Just when I think about you at 16-18, I don’t ever imagine that boy as a Sensei. You were the worst of us.” Satoru brings his hand to his chest as if insulted. “Excuse you? I was a good boy back then.” “If you were a good boy then I was a saint” you snort. You smile softly at each other before your phone begins to ring, breaking the silence. “Oh that must be my mother. She’ll be waiting on me” you say quietly.

You stand up and hobble towards the door. “You need help getting to her car?” Satoru asks, standing. “Oh, no. I think I’ll be good” you say, waving your hand. You open the door, ready to leave but stop before you exit. “Hey, so yesterday, how did you disappear so quickly?” You had to ask. It had been on your mind since it happened. “Teleported” Satoru shrugs like it’s nothing. Your jaw drops. “You can teleport now too?!” “Mhm” Satoru grins. “Wow” is all you manage.

Satoru walks you to the exit. You can feel him on edge, ready to catch you if you fall again. You turn to him before you leave. Wow he really did get taller. You’re having to crane your neck up a little just to look at him. Satoru shifts awkwardly. “S-so, I was thinking, m-maybe I could come see you at the cafe sometime.” He begins. “O-only if that’s ok with you of course! I’m pretty sure I owe your boss an apology for the mess I left too” he says, scratching the back of his neck with a nervous smile. You smile back at him “I-I’d like that Toru. Maybe we can actually catch up properly. Yknow, without all the eavesdropping going on” you laugh.

“Here, give me your number and I’ll give you a call” you say, handing your phone to him. He puts his number in without hesitation. “I’ll see you later Toru” you say softly. “Yeah, I’ll see you later” he smiles. Before you turn to leave, you see 3 face peaking around a corner, watching you and Satoru. “I think we have a little fan club” you whisper to him as you wave at the 3 kids. With that, you turn to leave. Not before you hear Yuji call loudly “Bye Y/N!” “Bye Yuji” you laugh.

You begin your hobble towards your mothers car. Considering how the interaction had started, you don’t think it could’ve ended any better. You smile to yourself as you leave the grounds.

Satoru.

Satoru watches you leave, letting out a breath. He wanted to walk you to your mothers car, carry you again if he had to, but he knew you were probably as stubborn as you were back then and wouldn’t accept his help.

Satoru feels two people step up on either side of him. He turns left and right to see Yuji and Nobara on either side, Megumi sitting on a chair in the corner. “So” Nobara is the first to speak “is she your girlfriend?” She asks. “No, she’s not my girlfriend” Satoru sighs. “Is she an ex?” She asks instead. “That’s none of your business” Satoru states. “Ooh, she is. See, told you Yuji.” Nobara smirks, leaning back to look at Yuji. “No way she’s his ex” Yuji scoffs. “She’s waay too hot for Gojo-Sensei”. Satoru turns to Yuji with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “W-well I just m-meant-” Yuji rambles. “Yuji man, just stop talking” Megumi mumbles from the corner. Yuji clearly takes his advice and stops immediately, ears turning red.

Satoru turns to walk back to his office, he can hear the kids laughing and joking as he leaves. He pulls out his phone to see you had texted him already just so that he had your number too. He can’t help the smile that takes over his face. “You look happy.” He looks up to see Shoko leaning against her office door. Satoru can’t help the blush taking over his face. “You really missed her, huh?” She asks. Satoru just nods shyly. “Yeah, me too” she smiles softly, walking back into her office.

Satoru drops down into his chair. His mind racing as he processes all that’s just happened. The only thing he does know, is that he can’t lose you again. You may only ever have a friendship now, but if that’s all he can get, he’ll take it.

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Part 3 here

BODY-ODY!

Synopsis. Jujutsu powers aren’t used just in fights…sometimes they’re there to make you absolutely lose your mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu techniques, INSANE Gojo, breéding, heats (Choso), spítting, cúmplay, marathon séx, slight jealousy (Toji), creampíe, canon Sukuna lactatíon, FÉRAL boys, ratio technique, limitless, extremely neédy Choso, exhíbitionísm (Geto’s), pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.6k

A/N. Hope y’all have a wonderful new week, I’m eepy so I will eep <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - The p*ssy killer!

With Toji’s strength, it was inevitable that he’d break seven bed frames, three couches, and four desks. Unapologetically. 

And with the way he had you like this - splayed out like such a slut on your drenched silken sheets, swollen cock pistoning in and out of your sloppy cunt so easily in that mean mating press he had you folded in - you knew he was well and fully intent on adding to that list. 

“Toji-” you’re gasping over the protesting creaks of the mattress. “S’gonna…”

“S’gonna what, woman?” he rasps out, bringing his ears millimeters away from your pouty mouth. Not even stuttering, smooth taunts falling from his lips each time he bullies his fat length into you. “Can’t hear you over this- damn- bed-”

Another wrecked snap! of wood nearby makes you squeal urgently, clawing for mercy at Toji’s toned hips, “-break! S’gonna break!”

Dark brows furrow in sultry concentration, that tiny scar on Toji’s lips quirking up in a devilish taunt when he gifts another harsh glide of his fat tip against your honeyed g-spot. “Damn right m’gonna break you.”

You don’t get the chance to correct him - you didn’t even need to, because he knew what you meant. He knew. But it was just so fun to shut up those cute lil’ whines of yours. Wrapping two big arms around your thighs to hike them higher up his muscled shoulders, Toji chuckles when you get even more soaked at the feeling of his abs flexing against your skin.

“Heh…s’bad manners to lie, y’know.” Shivers run down your spine at his sweet little scold, only making his grin grow wider. “Ya like bein’ thrown around me like this? Pretending to care about some- fuckin’ bed when all you really want is f’me to ruin this cunt?”

He’s speaking with such confidence - bleeding out from his grunts and churning into each hurried, jagged rut of his cock against your gummy cunt. Using that inhuman strength from his heavenly restriction to maneuver your hips and figure out which angle has you making the sweetest noises. 

You narrow your eyes to meet his glassy one, “M’serious, th-the manager at the ngh- furniture store was concerned last time.”

This earns you a soft smack! right on your sopping slit, Tojis rough palm feeling over the bulge of his massive cock, the hole you were milking him with. Forming a glossy, possessive sheen down his wrist. “You dare talk about another man while m’fucking you like this, doll?”

And, honestly, that desperate wobble of your lips almost makes him feel bad for the way he’s teasing you. Almost makes him wanna cave in and fuck you slow and sensual to save both you and this bed you both had picked out only weeks prior. 

Almost. 

That is until you open your pretty mouth to snap, the words babbling out delirious and bratty. “Well maybe he wouldn’t make me hngh- b-buy a new bed every month.”

Oh. 

That does it. 

You keen when his movements come to a torturous standstill, painfully hard cock stretching out your plush walls to every ridge and curve down his cock. And you can’t help the way your pussy pulses at the low, visceral growl tearing from your boyfriend’s mouth. 

Teeth bared, back muscles flexing as he raises his head up, up, up-

SLAM!

In a split-second, one of Toji’s arms had come down to bang against the already-rickety headboard. Letting a few sluggish seconds of his absolutely animalistic gaze devour you from your dazed, widened eyes to the snug cunt that was sucking the soul out of him - before the bed frame sags on one end with a defeated groan. 

“Whoops.” his words come out in a feverish grunt, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown. “Don’t worry, m’paying tomorrow when we buy a new bed, n’ I can ah- help this manager find you a new one.” A promise - an apology for later.

Still stuffed so deep inside you, he’s securing one arm around you, easily holding you snug against his toned body when Toji gets off the bed - with you hanging onto him in tow. Choking out a gruff, “But for now…”

“F-fuck you’re so deep-” your jaw slacks open to moan sluttily into Toji’s toned pecs, gravity making his greedy thick head slide in so deep to nudge at your cervix. Filling up every nook and crevice of your sweet spots. Molding your cunt to the shape of him. 

And the only response you get is a few sultry, lingering thrusts. His eyes only darting his hazy gaze around the room- shit, where was that desk again? Right, he’d broken it last week. And the loveseat- Ah, that was just last movie night. 

Well, with a low rumble vibrating from his chest, that’s all it takes for you to be spread so shamefully on the bedroom floor. 

Toji’s pushing your face to the cool hardwood, a toned thigh stopping your needy bucking hips, the other keeping your legs open for him to bully back into your hypnotic cunt. Sloppy. Going right for that rhythm from before. 

“Better cum before I break the floor too, huh?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - BULLSEYE

“Ken~”

“No.”

“...p-please?”

“Nope.”

It’s been like this for far too long now - with you bent over your husband’s home office desk, being absolutely pounded into the various work documents he really should’ve been focusing on instead. 

Of course, there was the speckled yellow tie currently digging into your wrists, pinning them both behind you uselessly as if you were some elaborate sex doll for Nanami to plunge his achy cock into. Though, that seemed to be exactly what he was doing.

And he was holding back.

“B-but Ken–” you’re letting out a thick, sultry whine of his name. Teary lashes batting back at the towering man, “I promise I won’t run away this time.”

His response comes out as a rough grunt, “That was what you hah- said last time before it got too good.” A large hand coming up to thread between your tangled wrists, using the leverage to pull you back onto Nanami’s unforgiving ruts of his length. “And the time before that.” Spearing you about halfway along his swollen cock, he’s splitting your poor pussy open. “And the time before that. And right now.”

As if to test your little resolve, his free hand comes down to kiss your ass with a deliciously resounding smack! 

And he’s only humming in satisfaction with your absolute mess of a less-than-composed response. A low gurgle of Nanami’s name in your throat, legs trembling when they fuck down onto his thick cock. Down and up as much as you could, stuttering as if to run away from the burn.

“Shhh shhh, s’okay, my love. You got it.” he’s hushing your moaning cries, soft palm coming to soothe the sting - and the inevitable handprint. “Jus’ like I said- how are ya gonna handle the ratio technique if you can’t handle that?”

“I will.” Is your stubborn response - as expected. 

But to your surprise, your husband only grins, “Thought so.” Using the tie to pull your cunt back to grind deeper against him, “How about this, darling-” Nanami propositions, hips halting down to slow, shallow circles around your gummy walls. Swiping at the sweet spots he hits effortlessly, he whispers. Low and just aching for the type of trouble you always get him into, “-try not to run away before you cum this time  n’ I might consider taking off these for the next round.”

And then, there’s a sudden shift in the air. It suddenly becomes thicker, almost suffocating. You wince at the sudden feeling of atoms around you standing at rapt attention - before that expression is quickly morphing into one of such bliss when Nanami’s fat head slams straight into your g-spot.

Lingering, nudging against your sensitive spot just before it becomes too much before he’s reeling his hips back to do it again. And again. And again and again and-

“Ken ohhh fuck- oh my god-” you’re going cross-eyed, drool dripping down your mouth with how fucking good it felt. That divot at the gummy tip of his cock branding onto your bundle of nerves. “F-forgot how much I love your technique.”

“Oh, I know.” you can hear the grin in his voice over the crackle of jujutsu. Tugging harder on the restraints at your wrists, “Anything for my wife, after all.”

“Then would you hah- ngh- untie me so that I can touch my lovely husband?”

This earns you another gifted smack! to your ass, and an even harder jam of his thorough cock pistoned right at your magical spot. “Not a chance.” He’s absolutely ruining you from the inside out, and you feel like you’re melting with each expert graze of his veins against your honeypot of sweet spots - not missing even a single one.

Your ass is recoiling against Nanami’s sharp hip bones now, leaving a faint heart-shaped print on his hardened abs. Tufts of blond tickling your searing skin, twitching balls slapping against your forgotten clit.

“F-fuck.” your voice wobbles when his scarily accurate aim is making your ravaged cunt cry out in lewd squelches. Drowning out the strain in your voice when you whimper, “That all you got, Ken?” 

“Perhaps.” he huffs slyly against your ear, still pulling back on your restraints. “It’s real a wonder you’re not hah- runnin’ away, yet. Aren’t ya close?”

It wasn’t a question he needed to ask - Nanami could feel the way your slick walls were channeling around him, massaging and convulsing depravedly with each plunge. So fucking wet it was forming a lewd little puddle down to his heavy balls.

So ready.

So near. 

“I-I am.” you admit, gingerly shoving back onto his mean cock as much as you could. Somehow, every minute movement hitting at your weak spots, leaving stars behind your lids.

Oh how you wanted to buck away - the feeling too good that you wanted to run. Nails digging sharp grooves into the expensive wooden desk, knees weakening pathetically. Honestly, it was a wonder you weren’t falling on sorry legs on the floor right now - it wasn’t, because if you were in any better state of mind you’d have registered Nanami’s strong arm under your stomach, holding your entire weight up easily.

“Then cum.” he grits out, absolute need lacing his tone. “Cum f’me - and don’t run away, my love.”

So you do - and you couldn’t run away even if you wanted to. Because he’s securing a vice-like grip on his tie, holding your back flush against the sweaty panes of his muscled torso. Legs unable to move anywhere but back into him as Nanami fucked you through your high. 

Nanami groans at the feeling of you cumming all over his achingly hard cock. Squeezing and trying to milk out the fucking life of him. “Hah…how gorgeous f’me.” He kisses away those tears of overstimulation rolling down your face, though, he’s still nudging against your bruised sweet spots inside. “Now, s’time for you to hold up that bargain, darling.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “T-the cult leader?”

That cute, wide-eyed little question of yours makes the gorgeous man in front of you chuckle. A deep, slow baritone that sends shivers right down to where he had you sat on the outline of his thick, straining erection.

“Of course I am.” he purrs against the shell of your ear, shuffling you around so the drenched excuse of your panties was making a mess on the damp spot at his leaky tip. “What about it?”

“Well then why-” you look over your shoulder at the rows upon rows of Geto’s cult members. Faces still, expressionless. Bowed at the waist to look at the floor - but still ever-present. Murmuring in confusion, “-why can’t you tell them to go?”

Another sultry smile. “Oh, gorgeous.” He swipes the tip of his fingers at your syrupy juices, promptly stuffing his mouth full of your heady taste. Moaning so hedonistically, “They’re here for you.”

And then Geto’s shuffling around the expensive robes of his yukata, having you bouncing precariously on his lap when he frees his achingly hot erection. So so red and angry. 

It’s all you can do to bite back your embarrassment when he’s dragging your sloppy cunt all over that veined length of his. Jolting when a hand of his smushes your cheeks together in a pathetic pout,  “Look at me.” he muses, dark dangerous eyes boring into yours. “They’re your welcoming party, after all. Don’t worry, you’re only mine to see n’-” Pecking at your lips in an innocently languid kiss, “-I’ll kill them if they look.”

Right as he says this, Geto’s slipping his fat head past your sopping slit, such a sinful expression of ecstasy taking over his delicate features at the first taste of your heavenly cunt.

“O-ohhh fuck.” he groans, hips coming up in bullying little thrusts to lodge himself inside. “Mmpf- my girl’s cunt feels s’fuckin’ good. How the fuck do you feel this good?”

You’re panting at the sheer stretch - the feeling of your puckering hole being split apart so blatantly - and for hundreds of others to see. Candied lips coming up to graze his in a messy clash, “My girl?”

Ah, just hearing those words echoed back to him has Geto thrusting up mindlessly into your plushy walls. A hand coming back to circle around your clit pooling your juices back on his addicted fingers. 

“Yes-” his long tongue darts out to catch those drops of your slick. Before diving back in again- and again and- “My girl. My pussy. And every one of these little worthless pigs are going to know that now.”

You could practically feel the wave of shudders that run through your audience. But a quick glimpse back showed that they all stayed firmly rooted to their spot, eyes trained on the luxurious carpet of Geto’s hideout. Whereas you were shivering for a whole other reason - because Geto’s lengthy fingers are back to toying with your poor cunt. 

Two of them spreading out your puffy pussy lips to show off how greedy you were being - the way your dripping cunt couldn’t do anything but milk Geto Suguru for each and every one of his delicious inches. Taking him so well as he pounded up lazily into you, making the fat of your ass jiggle with each calculated pump. 

It’s so filthy - so agonizing. 

He noses up your racing pulse, “Heh, I can tell ya liked that, pretty. You just go so much wetter, almost drippin’ onto the floor.” You weren’t - yet, simply forming a glossy mess of slick all over the cult leader’s distinctive robes. “So sloppy I bet they’ll see soon.”

“But you said-” you’re choking when a particularly hard thrust has you clinging onto his broad shoulders for stability. Fingernails blemishing his worshiped skin with red, raw marks gifted from you. “-said m’only yours to see.”

Oh, how he knew you’d be fucking fun.

There’s an almost reverent pitch in Geto’s throaty rasp, “You’re right.” As if seeing you for the first time - and he’s just ramming into you with a greedy grin. “So fuckin’ right.”

Geto’s dick is so girthy that it fills out every crevice inside your pussy that you didn’t even know existed. Balls a rightfully sinful side of heavy that made a loud smack! ripple throughout the otherwise deathly quiet room. 

“You’re mine.” he whispers, strained like he was losing a bit of his sanity with each press up against your spongy cervix. “N’ I should fuck you like you are.” Which had Geto teething down your jaw, your earlobe - sharp canines digging hard when he bites down at the crook of your neck. Enough to draw blood, to break skin, to have you screaming out for- mercy? More? But he’s already plowing on, “N’ everyone here will accept it.”

He lets out such a lovely moan in tandem with yours, head thrown back when his thrusts get untimed. Sloppy. Glistening with need and slick as you mewl, “S-Sugu m’close m’gonna cum-”

Bang!

You whirl your head up to see Geto with his free hand held out, eyes wide, crazed - glaring intensely at something over your shoulder. Something you don’t get to see, because he’d tilting your head back to his in a romantic gesture.

“Told you I’d kill them if they looked.” He breathes, over the distinct growling of his rainbow dragon. Kissing gently at your lips, the tip of his fat cock colliding into your g-spot. “Now, where were we?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Like an animal

There was something that no one in the jujutsu world spoke about the most advanced curses - something hidden. Something dirty. Something that had you crying out where you straddled Choso’s fat cock, big bulbous tears rolling down your cheeks, throat shot when he was stuffing your poor pussy full of his fifth orgasm this rut. 

“Please oh- please.” Choso whines, hips stuttering up into your gummy depths. Strong arms circling your waist to hold you still while his fat head paints your walls white with thick streams of his seed, “Take it- fuck fuck fuck jus’ take it for me.”

Each sloppy half-thrust is all he can manage to drag you through your own climax, lips falling into a soft oh! at the dredges of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down his shaft. 

“Baby…” Choso starts, greedy eyes just devouring that sinfully creamy ring now forming around his soaked hilt. His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, voice cracking at the end, “I think-”

And you know that tone. You know what it bodes for your sensitive cunt. Reminded that it’s currently that time of year for your poor curse boyfriend. When something dark, and primal pokes its head out. Aching to touch you, to breed you - killing him to make you his. 

So you’re gasping out in disbelief, “Cho- what! Again?” Scrambling to perch your hands on his pecs and sit up, “The heat’s still not done?”

You don’t get very far - because he pulls you back onto his body with a possessive tug. Looking up at you with big, teary eyes, “No.”

His syrupy words are coated in desperation, a few octaves higher than normal as he murmurs against your open lips. “N’ it’s a rut, baby. All m’gonna wan’ ngh- do is fuck this cute pussy.” he coos, a slick-glossed fist dipping down to squeeze out the last few beads of cum out of his base and into your overspilling cunt. “Don’t think I’ll ever be done- not until she’s properly bred. Not until- fuck m’not gonna- get out of this alive.”

As if he hadn’t just wrangled out another overstimulated high, Choso’s bucking his hips up sloppily into yours. Toned back arching off of the cotton sheets - soaked and absolutely ruined with pools of your sin. 

Over and over and-

“But Cho–” you babble out when his girth is thrashing back at those sensitive areas inside that he’s mapped out so many times before this. “I think I’m not gettin’ out of ngh- this alive.”

In his barely-lucid state, Choso’s taking this as a compliment, flashing a crooked, pussydrunk grin up at you. Face flushed a pretty pink, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead when he bats his heavy lashes, “Mhm.” 

Then he takes the opportunity when your lips fall slack in shock at his response to plant a steady stream of his spit. Missing purposefully to thumb away the splattered sheen of him along the corner of your swollen lips. “N’ you hah- not going out until g-get this cute pussy pregnant, m’kay?”

The notion is so dizzying that for a moment you don’t believe him. He doesn’t wait for your response - doesn’t have to. 

Back to his mind-numbing addiction of spearing your heavenly pussy on his angry cock. Like he couldn’t stop himself.

Again. And again. And again and again.

And he thinks you look so pretty like this - steady gushes of his cum dribbling down your shamefully spread puffy folds, thighs pathetically shaky trying to keep up with his frenzied tempo. 

A whiny ah! ah! ah! leaves your mouth with each kiss against your ravaged g-spot.

“Cho- I don’t think- ngh I can cum again-” your heavy lips part open to moan. Feeling so raw everywhere. “Are you really gonna-”

“Say it.” he begs. Two hands of his coming up to knead your sensitive tits, running his thumbs in awe over your puffy nipples. “Say it- say it please-” He’s attaching his pretty pink lips around one, cheeks hollowing while he sucks as if trying to draw out something delicious. “Please, ma.”

Fuck - you don’t know what you’re getting wetter at - the lil’ nickname or the way Choso’s dancing a hand down to draw sultry, purposeful circles. Syrupy slick saturating all over his toned pelvis with each ram of his hips.

You’re keening, “Are you fuuuuck jus’ like that- are you really gonna fuck a baby into me? Or die trying?”

“Let’s see…” he lets out a low drawl, quieting down to let your obscene squelches take over. Music to his ears, drunk off of every sound with every harsh piston of his hips. Loud. He gives your clit a hard pinch, grinning, “Yeah. My girl’s pretty cunt says I can.”

It only takes a few more hard crashes of his thick head against your sweet spots before you’re clawing at the headboard, the sheets, him - just anything to hold onto an ounce of your sanity while you’re cumming and cumming and cumming so hard you can’t stop. Wave after wave of your high being dragged out of you.

And if you couldn’t stop - then Choso wouldn’t. Whispering praises slurring together and sticking against your mouth as he spills his potent seed into you once more. 

Wispy strings filling all the way at the back of your pussy while he fucks you through your high. Milking himself on you like some cocksleeve - addicted. Needing to breed you.

Which is why, when his spotty vision catches a trickle of his own seed out of your bloated pussy, Choso’s clicking his tongue. Thumbing your swollen folds further apart, he gives your clit a slow rub to wake up your droopy eyes. “Rut’s not over yet, ma.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Got milk?

“Tch. Stubborn lil’ thing.” the king of curses lets out a proud noise of disagreement - but you catch that tint of red on his high cheekbones, the way his swollen tip twitches wildly against your gummy walls. “S’not gonna work.”

The only response he gets is a cooing hum, your fingers dancing over Sukuna’s pecs to squeeze and grope at the curve of muscle.

So hypnotized with what you’re doing, it’s almost embarrassing for him. And all he can do is tighten the greedy grip he has on the fat of your ass, sliding your sopping cunt down, down, down until your throbbing clit scratches against those tufts of pink. Sitting so prettily on his throne.  

At the site of your lewd entrancement, Sukuna scoffs in frustration, “I told you, brat. I don’t know if you’re already fucked dumb on my cock but- ngh–” 

And oh the great Ryomen Sukuna whines - he whines, such a pretty noise that makes your elastic walls tighten around his rock-hard shaft. Rutting up deeper into your pussy so mindlessly mean when you wrap your pretty lips around one of his puffy nipples. 

“I know what you said, Kuna.” your voice sends vibrations all the way down to his needy cock. Leaky and angry where he was dragging inside your cunt. “But I also know what I heard.” Sucking. Harsh. “And a little birdie told me that someone can make milk-”

“Fuckin’ Uraume.” Sukuna spits, hips picking up the pace now that he has the answer he’s looking for. Long fingernails leaving neat little marks on your skin, “N’ you seriously believed that shit?”

And then he’s making your back arch more, kicking out your thighs even further to spread over the stretch of his girth. Fucking deeper and deeper until he was sure he was massaging at every inch of your walls. 

Managing through pure hissy rage to punctuate each ram of his shaft with threats, “Don’t believe that fuckin’ rumor I swear I’ll kill-” The words die in Sukuna’s chest when he’s snapping his pussydrunk head down at you - the same chest you were still pawing greedily at. “Oi, what did I tell ya?”

When you don’t make a move to remove yourself, he’s dancing a hand down to toy with your neglected clit. Forcing your dazed mouth to pull away. 

“I-I don’t know, Kuna.” you purr, still gasping for air. “Because-” You roll his raw nipples between your fingers again - desperate. Making him hiss. Glassy eyes snapping down to the way he was fucking you so filthy now. “-you seem to love this.”

And he can’t deny it - can’t make up any excuse for the way he was bouncing you along his fat veiny length like some cocksleeve. Pussy lips kissing him tenderly, thick head gliding across your cervix. Sinking into your drenched cunt so desperate. 

Yet, he grits out, “Won’t work.”

“Will.” you smirk, still teasing his pecs the exact same way he’d do with your tits. 

“Won’t.”

“Wi- hah-” your words are being gulped down by Sukuna’s sharp canines nipping on your lips. Drinking in your heady moans with every bullying thrust into your walls. Soft pads of his fingers thumbing at your clit, your puffy folds, pushing himself deeper and deeper. “You’re so unfair-”

That drags out a ragged grin from him, the wet smack of skin-on-skin music to his ears at this point. He’s wiping away the excess drool on your lips from your antics, “Maybe you’re just too gullible. So why don’t you hah- put that pretty mouth instead to-”

And then it happens. 

Your cockdrunk eyes manage to focus on that tiny, beading pearl of white at the very tip of Sukuna’s mouthwatering nipples. Without a second thought, you surge forwards, reattaching your lips with his ravaged skin. 

“O-oh fuck-” he shudders, fingers stuttering where they were drawing obscene circles on your clit. “Wait fuck oh- fuck fuck fuck, brat.”

That’s all it takes for him to cum. Balls squeezing so fucking painfully as Sukuna cums harder than he has in the thousands of years on this Earth. Mashing his cock into you, drawing out every lengthy spurt of his seed to paint your cunt white. 

“Take it-” You don’t know if he’s talking about his cum or his milk. “Fuckin’ take if you want it so bad.”

Each shrill profanity has him reaching deep into your gummy core, bowing his body further to your greedy mouth. The sobbing wet smacks of your lips having him humping you fast. Messy. 

And shit anyone would faint if they saw the infamous king of curses like this - if he didn’t kill them first, that is. 

You, however, his favorite lil’ human, was having the time of your life. Thick globs of cum smearing down your thigh, forming a slippery coating where you were sucking him through his high. Sukuna’s sweet sweet milk treacles down your lips, rich and syrupy. So much that it was spilling down onto lewd little puddles on the curve of your tits. 

“Oi, fuck you greedy little slut.” Sukuna coos at your ravenous pursuit, the way you were pinching at his pecs for more. “Don’t waste- ngh- any of it.”

And upon seeing that grin of yours - that devilishly smug, white-glossed smirk - Sukuna all but forces your lips to crash against his. Hips fucking up menacing - still so pointedly hard, while he tastes himself. “Don’t think m’not gonna make you pay back tenfold for this embarrassment, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Sanity? Optional.

You wondered just how high the kill count would be.

In the hundreds? No, you fear, when your boyfriend slams your apartment door open, eyes hooded, glowing. Barely getting a word out before he’s pouncing on you like a wolf starved, ripping off that useless excuse of shorts with only two fingers.

In the thousands? Probably not, you think, when he doesn’t waste a moment before shoving the entirety of his angry, leaking shaft into your sloppy hole. The only apology you’re getting for the moment being a few praises and whispers of “buying a new pair of shorts for you.”

In the hundreds of thousands? Maybe, you muse, when immediately Gojo is smearing his fat tip against your cervix. Sinking his way into your heavenly pussy to wreak havoc on you where he could be going out of control and destroying a few cities. 

“Nah, millions.” His slow, sensual purr is ringing in your ears, and you have half the mind to wonder whether Gojo had a mind-reading technique, too. Greedy lips dragging up to mouth over your thumping pulse. Dangerous. “Might just take out hah- this whole fuckin’ city if it wasn’t for this ngh- sweet pussy hypnotizing me.”

Each and every babble falling from Gojo’s candied pink lips are followed by some of the meanest thrusts. Having his tight balls smack against your ass, running his mouth as mindlessly as he’s fucking you into the living room couch he happened to find you in. 

You’re gasping when his long fingers come down to give your poor clit a buzzing tap! Sending sparks with the very dredges of his jujutsu. 

“T-Toru what happened?” you’re managing to gasp out, your ears popping at the pressure of the air around your two. “Why are you so-”

“Feral? Out of control? Maniacal?” he fires off, a devilish grin spreading with each suggestion. Eyes wide, tinged with an electric glow, voice breaking desperately as he plows on, “Absolutely fucking losing it?”

If either of you were in a better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed the way that lamp on the edge of the coffee table exploded. Shards of glass flinging across the room and stopping short where Gojo had limitless poring over the two of you.

“Well, you see…” he’s humming so sing-song, large hands coming up to wrangle your thighs onto his broad shoulders. Gnawing down on his worried bottom lip when he’s trying to squeeze himself impossibly deeper inside you, “-I had a bad day.”

“That’s it!?”

Those startled words are bursting from your lips without any thought. And they have Gojo narrowing his eyes at you like a predator cornering his prey, teasing grin curling down into something almost garish.

He hikes a muscled thigh up, fingers tightening around the plush of your thighs. “Yes, that’s it.”

It’s quiet - barely audible, even - followed by a low thrust that reaches you all the way in the bottom of your pussy. Somehow bruising - Gojo’s fat tip clashing against your g-spot, your cervix, so hard it makes a broken whimper drag from your shot throat.

And this seems to jolt him back to his senses somewhat, that furiously depraved glint flickering in his summer blue eyes. “Oh, sweetheart.” he sighs, crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy mess of teeth and spit. “Couldn’t stop hngh- thinkin’ about you all day. Couldn’t stop wanting- needing-”

He’s cutting himself off with a pained groan, back to having the soft pads of his fingers roll over your clit in humming, sultry circles. Little buzzes of his electricity going right through your veins. “Fuck, s’all I thought of even when- hah- fighting. Just you, my girl, waiting at home f’me to stuff you full of my cock.”

Sloppier. Incessant - just milking himself on the dripping channel of your cunt. Deep, lingering thrusts that have you missing him every time he’s reeling back. A few stuttering pops of bones have you spitting out slobbering little pleas into Gojo’s panting mouth, gummy walls sucking him in so good. Clamping down until it was almost difficult for him to ram into your greedy pussy. 

Honestly, whatever shreds of your rationality wondered how the fuck you two were still unharmed, still having no bones broken - it was because of his reverse curse technique, you later learn.

But for now all that was going through your honeyed, oversaturated mind was how full you were of him and only him - until you could barely even breathe-

“Hey hey now.” His words a smooth coo, not betrayed just how ragged his hips were. Another few smacks of his ruthless fingers right down your sopping slit have you wrenching your eyes back up at him. Your poor clit getting caught in the crossfire, leaving lewd smears glistening all over Gojo’s palm. The overhead lights flicker, illuminating little blue specks of lightning as he kisses gently on your forehead, “F-fuck- keep up, pretty.”

Somehow, you manage to gasp, “Keep up?”

“Mhm, because m’not fuckin’ done until I pass out.”

The words are pushing you over the edge, and before you know it, your velvety walls are squeezing around Gojo’s engorged cock so tight. So heavenly as he fucks you through your high - not even bothering to ease you into it, he couldn’t.

And it only takes a few silky whines of his name out of your mouth before he’s beading out pearly white spurts of cum. Overspilling into the snug channel of your pussy, thick seed gushing out as Gojo shoves it deeper and deeper to decorate your walls. His snowy brows knit together when he cums and cums so fucking hard it’s like something bursts.

And something did - every single lightbulb within a fifteen mile radius of your apartment. 

But you don’t notice, too caught up in Gojo’s syrupy sweet hum, “Well, m’not passed out yet n’ since the electricity’s gone I guess there’s only one thing to do, huh~”

A/N. LMFAOOO Toji acting like he can afford to buy another bed smh. Also the way Sukuna being able to lactate is canon?? Gege you hoe.

Plagiarism not authorized.

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSASS

Forever yours…

GOJO SATORU X READER

Part 4. Part 1, 2, & 3 linked

➛ summary: you and Satoru were high school sweethearts although, he’d have described you more as soul mates. When the Jujutsu world became too complicated and the losses outweighed the wins, you ran - leaving Satoru behind. So how come after 10 years he still can’t stop thinking about you? Where were you now? Would he ever see you again?

➛ warnings: cursing, crack, fluff, smut (disclaimer: don’t be silly, wrap your willy), angst

➛ WC: 7.4k

➛A/N: welcome back to part 4! This part took longer than I’d anticipated, so I apologise for that. POV flip flops between shared and reader this time. Y’all are about to hate me halfway through this I’m ngl looool. This was also my first time writing a more in depth smut scene and oh looord. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Last time in forever yours: You head to your bedroom, flopping face down on the bed once you’re there. So much for being just friends.

Both

As the next few weeks go by, neither you or Satoru brings up the almost kiss. However, the flirting and sexual tension increases dramatically. It’s like now that door has been cracked open, neither of you can let it shut again.

On one occasion, Satoru meets you on your lunch break to go get ice cream. He can hear the blood roaring in his ears as he watches you run your tongue all over the ice cream. God, how he wishes that was him right now. The moment a small bit of the sweet treat drips down your chin he lets out an audible groan. “What?” You giggle at him. To which he has to excuse himself for a moment. He’s pretty sure you’re doing this to him on purpose.

On another occasion, Satoru comes over to help your mother move things in the garden. It’s a hot day and he’s in a tight fit tshirt. You watch him display his strength as he moves things around like they weigh nothing. Muscles rippling with each movement. You’re pretty sure you’re drooling as you gawk at him through the window. Before you can even make it seem like you weren’t staring at him, having the most lewd thoughts about how you wish he’d pick you up and throwing you around like that, he catches you watching him. A smirk pulls up on his lips as he winks at you.

The tension is building and building and you aren’t sure how much longer it can go on before it hits a boiling point. Between the longing stares and Satoru’s constant innuendo jokes, someone was bound to snap.

Besides the situation with Satoru, you have been hanging out with Shoko more too. You’ve both dedicated one day a week to a girls day/night. You go for food together, get your nails done, go shopping or just have a movie night.

During one of your movie nights, Shoko brings up the fact you’re living with your parents and asks how it’s going. “I love my parents and all but I’m starting to feel a little smothered” you sigh. Shoko just nods. “They know it’s only temporary though so I know they’ll understand when I move out again” you say, taking a sip of your drink. “Have you looked at any places yet?” Shoko asks. You weren’t even sure where to begin with any of that stuff. It had been a while since you’d had to think about anything like that.

You shake your head. “Not yet. I’m not even sure where to begin. Kenji used to deal with all that stuff” you say, rubbing your temples. “I know a girl who works in that area. Want me to give her a call and ask her if she’s got anything available?” Shoko shrugs. “Really? That would be perfect” you gasp. “Of course girl, I gotchu” she smiles. “And you know I’m always happy to come with if you’re viewing somewhere. Even if I’m not available, I’m sure the blue eyed sex pest would be happy to help” Shoko laughs. “Sex pest?” You snort. “Don’t even deny it. I see the way you look at each other. The sexual tension is suffocating” Shoko forces a shiver like she’s been traumatised by witnessing it. Your face immediately breaks out into a deep blush. Shoko just gives you a knowing smirk. You clear your throat. “So you’ll call that girl for me?” You ask, trying to change the subject. “Yeah, I’ll call her tomorrow” Shoko laughs.

The next day you get a call from Shokos friend while you’re at work. She has 2 apartments available for you to look at. Both in your price range and both matching what you’re looking for. You can’t help the excitement that escapes you as you jump around. “Someone’s happy” Aoi laughs. You giggle. “I just got a call to say there’s some apartments available for me to look at” you clap your hands together. “That great sweetie” Aoi smiles.

About 30 minutes later, Satoru wanders into the cafe. He waves at you with a smile as he takes his seat. You head over to take his order. “Hey Toru” you smile. “The usual?” “Yes please. Oh and Aoi mentioned something about new cakes she made” he grins. “She’s kept two aside for you to try” you laugh. You take his order over to the counter before you return to him. The cafe is quiet so you have a little time to chat with him.

“What’s this I hear about you going apartment hunting?” Satoru asks. “Oh, Shoko asked her friend if she had any apartments available to rent. She called today and she’s got two so I’m going to view them tomorrow” you grin. “That’s great” Satoru smiles. “Want some company while you go look?” He asks. “Yeah, sure” you smile. “Shoko offered to come but she’s working tomorrow” you pout. Every time you pout Satoru has to resist the urge to press his lips to yours to get rid of it. He shakes his head lightly. “I’d be happy to accompany you then. Just let me know a time and a place and I’ll be there.” He nods. “Thanks Toru” you smile.

You

The next day you meet Satoru and Shokos friends outside the first apartment building. “Hi, I’m Emi. We spoke on the phone.” The woman smiles, shaking your hand. “Oh hi” you smile. “I’m Y/N and this is Satoru” you say, gesturing to Satoru. “It’s nice to meet you both.” She nods. “So this apartment is on the fifth floor, great views, two bedrooms. The living room is a little small but the bathroom has just been renovated” she informs you. You nod as she leads you both into the building.

The apartment is cute but it’s missing something you can’t quite put your finger on. You become a little distracted by the way Emi keeps staring at Satoru. The girl looks like she wants the eat him. “So?” Emi begins. “What do you think of this one?” You take one last look around. “It’s nice but I don’t love it” you sigh. You see Satoru wandering around down the hall. Investigating the bedroom size.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Well, we’ve still got one more to look at” she smiles. You aren’t sure if you like this woman or not. Sure, she’s polite but she’s started acting a little different from before. “And what does your boyfriend think?” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. There it is. That’s why she’s acting different. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend” you give her a tight smile. You immediately regret saying that at the way her eyes light up. She just hums her acknowledgment. You can’t help but wonder how mad Shoko would be if you punched her friend. Alas, you decide to keep your cool. Satoru wasn’t yours to stake claim on anyway.

The next apartment was perfect. Everything you’d been looking for. Two good sized bedrooms, a large open plan living room with an updated kitchen, beautiful bathroom. There was even a small balcony beside the living room that could be accessed through a glass sliding door. Satoru is in the living room with Emi as you head down the hallway to take one last look around. It really was everything you wanted.

As you walk back towards the living room you hear the conversation between Emi and Satoru. You stop short of entering, staying hidden behind the wall. “So are you single?” You hear Emi ask, using a sultry voice. “Uh yeah” Satoru responds. “Well I’d love to go out with you some time or we could just hang out at my apartment” she giggles. You hear Satoru take a step back. Was she touching him? You can feel your jealousy and anger beginning to bubble. “O-oh I uh-“ Satoru begins. “Here, take my card. Give me a call some time” she giggles again. It takes everything in you to stay quiet and not mock her giggling.

You decide to make your presence known as you step out from behind the wall. Satoru looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Emi just clears her throat. “So, what do you think?” She asks, giving you that fake smile again. Oh this bitch. “Y-yeah, I love it” you say, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “Oh, wonderful!” She claps her hands. “Then the place is yours. Just come by my office tomorrow and we can get the papers signed and give you the keys”. You can’t help but feel this happy moment is being overshadowed by the rage you feel sitting under the surface.

“I’ll let you have one last look around and then I’ll meet you both downstairs” Emi tells you. You just nod in response. She walks towards the door and you don’t miss the way she winks at Satoru before she exits. You feel your eye twitch. You really don’t like this woman, at all.

“Congrats on the new place” Satoru grins, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Mhm” you nod. “Is uh, is everything ok? You don’t seem too excited?” Satoru asks as his brows furrow. “Everything is fine” you say, giving him a tight lipped smile. You can feel him watching you. You just keep avoiding eye contact. “I’m not interested in her” he finally says, breaking the silence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Satoru” you say bluntly, trying to hide your relief. He just nods slowly as he looks at the floor.

Satoru moves towards the door to leave as you stand there feeling silly for being so childish. You can’t help it though. Seeing another woman so boldly flirt with him in your presence hurts. He stops before he opens the door. “I don’t want her because I have someone else on my mind. Someone who keeps constantly consuming all my thoughts. Day after day” he smiles. Was he talking about you? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions. To drive his point home, he takes her card out of his pocket and crumples it before putting it in the bin. He gives you one last soft smile before he exits. You let out a sigh once you’re left alone. At least you got a new apartment out of this.

A couple of days later you have your keys to your new place. Having to see Emi again was the only downside. When you went to her office it was like she couldn’t stop herself from asking more about Satoru, even when you made it perfectly obvious how uncomfortable it was making you. It took everything in you not to slap her before you left. Shoko apologised for the situation but also couldn’t stop laughing when you started ranting about wanting to fight Emi.

You broke it to your parents about moving out. As sad as they were about you leaving, they were happy you were happy and excited to see your new place. You managed to organise with Aoi to get a few days off to move. Of course Satoru and Shoko had offered to help with the move.

Things with Satoru had been a little awkward after that day in the apartment but things soon went back to normal. Or as normal as things could be between the two of you.

You had organised a moving van to help move all of your things over to your new apartment. Satoru was going to meet you there to help you begin unpacking. Shoko was working until later but said she’d be there when she finished.

A few hours later, everything was in your new place as Satoru helped you get things unpacked. Your new sofa had arrived the same day so you at least had some furniture. Your dining table was coming in the next few days, as well as your new bed frame. So sleeping on a mattress on the floor was the go to for the next few days.

You were standing in the living room as Satoru helped you unpack photo frames and books. He’d been teasing you about the interaction between him, Emi and yourself. The man seemed to get a kick out of knowing you’d gotten jealous, even though you denied that’s what had happened.

“Just admit you got jealous because you want me so bad and I’ll let it go” he shrugs. “I don’t ‘want’ you Satoru” you roll your eyes. A complete lie but you were not admitting it. “And I was not jealous!” you stomp your foot. Yes, you may as well have turned bright green from jealousy that day but you were not about to stroke his ego by admitting it.

“You want me and my naked body, admit it” he grins. “Whatever you wanna tell yourself Toru” you say dismissively. This man was determined to get an admission. “Pfft. Don’t act like you don’t think about me naked” he teases. “I do not think about you naked!” you say, your voice coming out louder and more uneven than you planned.

“Hm, I think the lady doth protest too much” Satoru grins. “Really? Cause I think the man doth have a gigantic ego” you give him a fake smile back. “A big ego and an even bigger di-“ he starts before you cut him off. “Aaalright, that’s enough out of you” you say, clapping your hands together.

He really was a child in a man’s body. “Aw, is it starting to get too much for you?” Satoru pouts teasingly. “Relax, you man child. Are you forgetting I’ve seen you naked before? I know what it looks like” you scoff. “No. You know what 18 year old me looks like naked. Not grown man me” he smirks. He’s right, you guess. God, you bet he’s all lean muscle and toned, perfect, milky skin under those clothes. You got a peek at his abs earlier and almost passed out. Satorus smirk grows into a grin like he can read your mind. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” “N-no! Not at all!” you squeal, cheeks turning red.

Satoru hums. “I think about you naked too, if that makes you feel better” he shrugs. “That doesn’t make me feel better. That just lets me know you’re a pervert” you deadpan. “It’s not perverted” he laughs. “Can’t help thinking about something I saw thousands of times”. You can feel your blush quickly returning.

You quickly clear your throat. “Like you said, that’s 18 year old me. Not grown me”. “True. Very true” Satoru nods as you turn to pick up another box. “I bet grown you looks even better naked”. You whip back around to him, jaw slacked. “Y-you y-you” you stutter. “Me? Me?” He says back, with a smug grin. He loved seeing you flustered. “Y-you can’t j-just say things like t-that” you stutter. “Why not?” He shrugs. “B-b-because”. “Becauuuuuuuuse?” You don’t even have an answer for him. It’s like your brain is short circuiting.

He starts walking towards you slowly. Waiting for an answer. You start to walk backwards, trying to escape the man slowly stalking towards you. You can see a mischievous glint in his eye as he approaches you, that look was dangerous and you knew it. Your back hits the counter and you have nowhere else to run. He’s soon looming over you, arms caging you in. “S-Satoru” you gasp. He just hums as he leans in to tuck your hair behind your ears. Goosebumps immediately spread across your skin from his touch. You were so sick of his touch always having such an effect on you.

He leans down, running his nose along your neck. “You always smell so fucking good” he rasps. You can only whimper in response, closing your eyes. You can feel your heart rate picking up and your breathing increasing. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. “I-i” you stutter, looking into his eyes. “Words baby” he smiles softly. His eyes searching yours for an answer. “I can’t” you whisper. “Can’t what?” He asks, gently nudging his nose against yours. “I c-can’t tell you I don’t w-want you” you whisper, closing your eyes again.

That makes Satoru snap. Before you can react his lips are on yours, hands cupping your face. He groans into the kiss as you whimper back to him. You’re gripping his shirt in your hands, trying to get him closer. The kiss quickly turns into open mouths before he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth. There’s a battle for dominance, your tongues wrestling to take control before Satoru quickly wins.

He quickly pulls away, pulling a whimper of protest from you before you feel his hands gripping your ass. He lifts you to sit on the counter before stepping in between your legs. You use your grip on his tshirt to slide yourself closer to him. He dives back in to kiss you again, tongue rolling sensually against yours. You slide your hands up his neck to lightly scratch at his undercut. He groans in response and you can hear it rumble in his chest as his grip on your ass tightens.

He slides his hands over your hips and under your shirt, stroking your soft skin. Your hands return to his tshirt and start pulling it up. “O-off Toru. Take it off” you mumble against his lips. He steps back to grab his tshirt from the back and pull it over his head before he throws it somewhere behind him and steps back into you.

Before he can kiss you again you’re running your hands down his chest, then his abs, stopping at the top of his sweatpants. God, you could admire him forever. The man’s carved like a Greek god. Satoru just watches you in awe, chest heaving. You can see his very obvious bulge, twitching at your touch. He takes your hand and kisses the palm before he places it on the back of his neck.

He moves to start kissing and sucking on your neck. You tip your head back to allow him more access, as you use the other hand to pull his hips closer. He starts to roll his hips into you. Grinding that hard bulge against your core while nipping at your neck with a groan. “F-fuck” he moans against your neck. You can only whimper in response as the feeling of him grinding against you has you dripping in seconds. Your body can’t help but respond to him. He moves to start undoing you shirt. Trembling hands struggling to pop buttons. He has your buttons half undone when-

BUZZ! The sound of the doorbell ripping you both from the moment. Shit-shit-shit! You forgot Shoko was coming over to help you unpack. You feel Satorus head slump against your shoulder with a frustrated groan. You let out a quiet “sorry” as he steps back.

He helps you hop off the counter. You try to quickly button up your shirt as Satoru looks for his tshirt. You look back to check he’s decent before you open the door. He’s keeping his lower half behind the counter and out of sight. Wonder why. “Hey girl! What’s going on-“ Shoko stops as she walks into your apartment, sensing the tension. “Oh. Am I uh, interrupting something here?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, looking between the two of you. “Nope, not at all” you smile. Shoko just nods suspiciously.

She turns to take her shoes off as Satoru announces he needs the bathroom, disappearing down the hall. You move to lean against the kitchen counter. The same one Satoru just had you sitting on while he was- nope! Can’t let your mind go there.

Shoko moves to stand opposite you. Looking you up and down. “Be honest with me right now. Did I interrupt something between the two of you?” You can’t admit to her that there was a good chance Satoru was about to fuck you on the counter top you’re currently leaning against. “N-no not at all” you say with the most convincing smile you can muster. Shoko hums. “If you’re gonna lie to me, at least make sure your shirt is buttoned right. It’s more convincing” she shrugs, trying to suppress the laughter escaping her. You quickly look down at your shirt. 3 buttons all mixed up and in the wrong place. “God dammit” you groan as Shoko erupts into laughter. You quickly fix your buttons while glaring at Shoko as she’s doubled over in laughter.

Both

A few moments later, Satoru walks back in the room. He needed a second to collect himself after what happened. Why did the whole world seem to be out with the mission to give him blue balls? “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the sex pest” Shoko laughs as she wipes tears from her eyes. “Sex pest?” Satoru asks with a raised eyebrow. He’s decided he’s gonna play dumb, deny everything. “Don’t play dumb with me Satoru. Your partner in crime here couldn’t even button her shirt properly” Shoko says amused as she thumbs towards you. You feel your face heat up as you avoid looking at Satoru. Satoru needs to look away from you because when you get all cute and flustered, it just makes him want to kiss you even more.

Satoru just scoffs as he moves back towards the boxes he was unpacking before. You and Shoko walk over to resume unpacking boxes too. The tension in the air is thick. You’re both aware of what would’ve probably happened if you hadn’t been interrupted.

You can feel Shokos eyes on the both of you as you actively avoid each others glances. “So, before I touch anything in this apartment, did you guys actually fuck on anything? Cause I need to you to sanitise it like right now if you did” she says, grimacing before smirking. “Shoko!” You squeak, face turning red. You weren’t sure if she was trying to break the awkwardness or add too it at this point.

Satoru clears his throat. “No we didn’t. Because someone decided to be a cockblock” he gives her a fake smile. “Great” she grins. “Anytime I can ruin the chances of Satoru getting his little man near anyone is a great day for humanity” Shoko says, flipping him off. Satoru throws a pillow at Shokos head, only just missing her. “Nothing little about my man, thank you very much” he says, sticking out his tongue at her. Shoko just gags in response. Watching Shoko and Satoru squabble was like watching a brother and sister argument. They both got so childish when it happened. However, it did erase some of the awkwardness left in the air.

You

A few hours later, majority of the unpacking was done besides some things you had to do in the bedroom. It was getting late by now so you’d ordered takeout for you and your little helpers. You and Shoko were sitting on the sofa as Satoru sat on the floor. You all ate in peaceful silence.

As you take the plates to the kitchen you hear feet softly padding behind you. You turn to see Satoru carrying the glasses to put in the sink. “Thanks” you say softly as he smiles at you. Satoru heads down the hallways to the bathroom. You begin to run water into the sink to rinse the dishes. “Listen, I gotta take off. I’m up early tomorrow for work” Shoko announces as she yawns. “Oh ok” you say. You felt nerves creep back at being left alone with Satoru after what happened earlier in the day.

Shoko puts her shoes on before you walk over to say goodbye. She wraps you in a tight hug. “The new place is beautiful Y/N. I’m so happy for you” she whispers. You squeeze her tighter. “Thanks Shoko”. You both pull back and Shoko reaches to open the door. “Oh, tell the sex pest I said goodbye” she grins. “Please stop calling him a sex pest” you laugh. “Ok. Coitus nuisance then” she shrugs. “That’s not any better” you giggle. “Listen, that’s the best I can do” she shrugs again. “I’ll see you later” you laugh as she opens the door. “Yeah. I’ll see you later.” She says, halfway out the door. “Oh-“ she starts. “If you two are gonna bang then please use protection” she smirks. “Bye Shoko” you say, pushing her out the door. “Love you too” she calls, as the door shuts.

You move back over to the kitchen, still laughing lightly at Shokos antics. You start washing the dishes and don’t hear Satoru come back in. “Where’d Shoko go?” He asks looking around. The sound of his voice making you jump slightly. “Oh, she had to leave. She starts early tomorrow” you tell him. He just nods. “You want help with the dishes?” Satoru asks. “Sure” you nod. You finish washing the dishes in silence. The air is filled with sexual tension that only seems to keep increasing.

When the dishes are finished and put away again, you catch Satoru observing you intently. “What?” You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious. “No, n-nothing” he says quietly. After a few more awkward moments, Satoru offers to take off too. “Oh ok, yeah” you say, kind of disappointed. He puts his shoes on as he stands by the open door. “So, I’ll see you later?” He asks. “Y-yeah. Sure” you smile softly.

Both

The sexual tension is so high it feels like it’s choking both of you. You stand there, staring into each others eyes before Satoru sighs. “Fuck it”. His lips crash into yours. The kiss is desperate and passionate as he shoves the door shut with his foot. You groan into each others mouths. His hands cupping your face yet again as he walks you backwards towards your bedroom.

Satoru starts unbuttoning your shirt as you pull at his. Your clothes litter the hallway as you stumble blindly together, too desperate for the other to separate for even a second.

You finally reach the bedroom and Satoru grabs under your thighs to hoist you up. You feel him begin to kneel as he gently lays you on the mattress, climbing on top of you. Your tongue is rolling against his as you feel his hands slide up your sides. “You don’t have anyone else scheduled to come over right? No more knocks on the door or parents coming home?” He mumbles against your lips. If anyone interrupts this time he thinks he might combust. “No” you laugh into the kiss. “Thank god” he sighs.

He starts kissing along your jaw, then your neck, then your collar bones and finally the tops of your boobs. You can’t help but moan at the feel of his lips. Satoru gazes up to see you watching his every movement, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked as beautiful as you do right now. Eyes glazed over in lust, lips swollen and pink from his kisses. He could watch you like this forever.

His hand reaches up with the intention to pull the cup of your bra down before he looks at you for permission. You quickly nod at him. He pulls the cup down, letting out a groan at the sight of your pretty perked nipple. “Oh god” he sighs before running his tongue over it. You let out a gasp at the feel of his tongue. “F-f-ffuck” you moan as you feel his mouth envelop your nipple, your hands moving to his hair. “F-feels g-good Toru.” Satoru let’s out a grunt, mouth still on your nipple as he moves to pull the other cup down too.

He leans back to observe them. “Such pretty titties baby” he rasps. “Even better than I remember.” He moves over to suck the other nipple as his hand teases and pinches the one he just had in his mouth. You gasp for air, arching to meet his mouth as he sucks and licks. The feeling shooting straight to your pussy making her soak your panties even more. Your hands are in his hair as he devours your tits, leaving them both covered in spit and small marks. God, Satoru had missed this. He used to lie there and drive you insane for hours just sucking, licking and biting until you were a wet mess.

After a few minutes he gets sick of your bra limiting his movements. “Need this fucking bra off” he growls. He moves swiftly to unclip your bra and throw it somewhere behind him. You grab his face, pulling him up to you as your lips meet in another heated kiss. A small string of spit connecting your lips as he pulls back. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of having you under me again” he groans. “Me too” you smile up at him before he leans back in to connect your lips.

You feel his hand slide down your stomach before its slips under your leggings and over your panties. His middle finger slides between the seam of your lips, feeling the way you drip for him as he growls. “So fucking wet. All for me baby?” You just nod dumbly. Eyes rolling back as his finger circles your clit through your underwear. This man had never lost his ability to make you dumb wet. Your hand reaches to grip his forearm as you whimper into his mouth. You feel his finger slip under your panties and down towards your enterance as you let out an embarrassingly loud mewl.

“Look at you. So fucking needy for me. Isn’t that right pretty girl?” he smirks. “Y-yes Toru. N-need you s-so s-sooo bad” you moan. “Fuck. Let me take these off. I need to see this pretty pussy again” he says, removing his hand and moving to take of your leggings. You let out a sound of protest as he laughs.

He quickly pulls off your leggings and panties. You bring your knees together, hiding yourself from him. He takes off his sweats while he’s at it, leaving him in only his underwear. A wet patch where his head rested. Clearly he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. You’d forgotten how big he was, not only that, he looks like he got even bigger. Shit. The sight making your mouth water while also creating a little fear. How were you supposed to take him again? “You ok baby?” He asks quietly. You just nod slowly.

He brings his hands to your knees before kissing each one gently. “Don’t hide from me baby. Let me see that pretty pussy” he says softly. You slowly drop your knees and open up to him. “Oh fuck. Look at you” he sighs. He moves to lie down on his stomach. Strong arms encase your thighs as he scoots you closer to him. You can feel his breath fan over you as your hole clenches around nothing. Desperate for some type of relief.

He looks up at you through hooded eyes. “Look at that pussy. She’s dripping. Making such a mess.” He presses a gentle kiss to your clit that makes your whole body jump. “Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he whispers before he leans in and licks a stripe from bottom to top. He lets out a groan as his eyes roll back. “Still as sweet as ever too” You push up on your elbows to watch him. “T-Toru” you whimper. “M-more p-please”. You can feel tears starting to prickle your eyes. “Shhh baby shhh. I’ve got you” he says before he dives in.

You let out a breathless moan and your body goes limp against the bed as he runs his tongue all over your pussy. You can feel Satoru moaning and whimpering into your pussy as he devours you. “Oh f-fuck” you cry, hands gripping his hair. He’s being so fucking sloppy. You don’t know if all the fluids are coming from you or him. The moment he sucks on your clit you feel your body try to curl in on itself. “T-Toru t-Toru don’t s-stop” you moan, hands almost ripping the hair out of his head from the grip you have on it. Satoru just growls as he pushes his face even deeper. He pulls back to spit on your pussy once, twice then dives right back in.

When you feel one of his long, slender fingers push into your entrance you feel like you might pass out. “S-so fucking t-tight” he mumbles against you as he feels you clench around his finger. He introduces a second one before he curls them both in a come hither motion. Your body feels like it forgets how to breathe as he perfectly abuses your gspot. “Found it” he smiles against you. You have a death grip on the sheets below you as you feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. It was coming in fast and hard.

“Oh g-god. I’m g-gonna c-cum T-Toru” you moan. “S’good its s-s’good. F-fuck”. You can feel the tears rolling down your cheeks at the intensity. “Cum for me” Satoru mumbles against your pussy. And like he’s in complete control, she obeys immediately. “I-I’m c-cumming fuck I-I’m cu-“ you get cut of by a scream as your whole body spasms. Satoru lets you ride it out as you grind all over his mouth before your body finally settles and your legs twitch in aftershocks.

He kisses the inside of your thighs as he mumbles praises about how good you did for him. Satoru can feel himself leaking into his underwear. Watching you cum that hard was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. His cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt.

He sits up on his knees as he grips his length through his underwear. Trying to give himself a moment of relief.

Your eyes finally flicker open and you let out a breath. Satoru had always been good at eating pussy before, but that was a whole other level. You watch Satoru at the end of the bed, face glistening with your release and stroking his length through his boxers. Pupils blown as he looks at you like he’s going to eat you up.

You sit up and crawl towards him. You curl your fingers around the band of his boxers as you pull them down. His dick springs up and hits his stomach. Precum dribbling down his length that makes your mouth water.

You wrap your hand around him and begin to stroke him as he groans. Satoru feels like he could bust any second. He brings a hand down to rest on your head as you stare up at him. “Y-your hand feels s’ f-fucking good” he moans. You use his precum to wet him from base to tip. You stare up at him with big, wide eyes. “Your cock’s s’pretty Toru. Can I have a taste?” You ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Satoru let’s out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as you continue stroking him. You were gonna make him lose his mind. “Y-your f-fucking ugh e-evil” he moans. “Pretty please toru” you whimper at him, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. His jaw goes slack and his brows furrow as he nods.

You slowly run you tongue from his balls to his leaking tip. You can’t help the moan that escapes you at the taste of him on your tongue. “F-fuck” Satoru let’s out a shuddering breath. His eyes are glued to your movements. You take his head into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you suck on him. “S-shit baby. That p-pretty mouth is s-so fucking w-warm and w-wet” he whispers.

You look up at him, holding eye contact, as you take his whole length into your mouth. Satoru’s head falls back between his shoulder blades with a deep moan as you work on swallowing him. You start bobbing your head along his length as drool runs down your chin. Satoru feels like he might pass out from how good your mouth feels. Your tight little throats gripping him just right. He brings his hand to your hair as you moan around him. The room is filled with the sound of your wet mouth and you gagging when he hits deep in your throat.

Satoru can feels his orgasm creeping up on him. If he doesn’t stop now he’s gonna cum. “S-stop baby. Stop” he groans. You ignore his protests as you keep bobbing your head, moaning at how much you love the feel of him in your mouth. Satoru eventually has to use your hair to pull you off. Gripping the base of his cock to try and stave off his orgasm. You let out a whimper of protest. “Was gonna c-cum if you didn’t stop” he explains. “So?” You whine, staring up at him with big eyes and a spit covered chin. “I wanted you to cum in my mouth” you pout.

Satoru growls as he has to grip his base again. He was embarrassingly close from your words. How can a woman who looks so much like an angel suddenly turn into the devil. Destined to make him cum prematurely.

Satoru grips you by the throat as he pulls you to his lips. The kiss is messy, full of teeth, tongue and spit. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You both collapse back onto the bed. Satoru glides his length through your wetness, catching on your clit every time he rolls his hips forwards. He has you a whimpering, wet, mess in seconds. “P-please Toru” You cry. “Please what pretty girl?” He asks, playing dumb as he feels you clench every time he passes over your entrance. “F-fuck me Satoru. P-please” you beg. Satoru just growls as he lines himself up with your entrance.

Satoru chokes on a moan as he pushes his tip into you. Your pussy immediately gripping him like she would never let go. He starts with short, shallow thrusts. Trying to get you used of him again. “O-oh s’big” you moan as your eyes roll back into your skull, the stretch causing a slight sting. He’s only half way in and already feels like he’s in your stomach. “So f-fuckin’ tight” Satoru growls. He felt like he was losing his sanity. Your pussy so warm he felt like his cock was going to melt. When he finally bottoms out you both let out a deep moan. Satoru’s waited 10 years for this. 10 years to be this close to you again.

He brings one hand to your face as he kisses you deeply. “I’ve missed you” he mumbles against your lips. “I’ve missed you too” you mumble back.

Satoru starts rolling his hips into you with slow, deep strokes. “Oh g-god” you gasp, nails digging into his back. Satoru groans at the pain. “Feels good baby?” He asks. “S-so good. So d-deep” you whimper. The room is filled with the sound of you wet cunt squelching every time Satoru bottoms out again.

After a few moments you need more. “H-harder Toru” you moan. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” he says, concern flashing in his eyes. “I’m s-sure Toru. M-more. H-harder” you plead.

Satoru readjusts so your legs are folded up by your chest and your ankles are on his shoulders. Then he starts pounding into you. “F-fuck” you scream, eyes rolling back. “B-better sweet girl?” Satoru grunts. “Y-yes! F-fuck yes” you moan. Your eyes begin to tear up at the sheer intensity of Satoru hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. Your cervix was for sure going to be bruised after this. “You cryin’?” He smirks. You can’t even give him a proper response, you are just mumbling nonsense back to him.

“Is this what my pretty girl needed? To be fucked dumb?” He asks as his pounding increases. You can hear the sound of your pussy growing wetter with each thrust. “Y-yes” you squeal, nodding like a bobble head. “Pussy’s so fucking wet” Satoru growls. He can feel you grip him every time he talks to you.

Satoru fucks you into a mumbling, crying mess. He can feel his orgasm creeping up his spine. He’s been trying to hold off but doesn’t know how much longer he can. He’s not cumming without seeing you cum again first. He moves his hand to start rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. You let out a pathetic mewl at the added stimulation. “T-too m-much Toru t-too-“ you cry. “N-need you to ugh c-cum for m-me p-pretty girl” he moans.

It’s feels like his dick is in your lung and with the added stimulation of him rubbing your clit, not to mention how hard he’s pounding into you - your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

You cum screaming. “T-thaaaat’s it. G-good girl” he groans. You can see speckles of black in your eyesight as your orgasm rakes through your body. You’re gasping for air as you come down.

Satorus thrust start to get sloppy. He can hear you crying out for him. Your hands on his face make him focus down on you. “C-cum for me T-Toru” you moan. Satoru can only whimper in response. “N-need to p-pull out” he moans. “Where d-do you w-want it?” He’s running out of time. He needs you to make this decision - fast.

He feels your legs move to wrap around his waist. “I-inside. C-cum inside me Toru p-please. W-wan’ it so b-bad!” You cry. That sends Satoru over the edge. He stills as he cums deep inside you, painting those pretty pink gummy walls white. His body twitching as he releases. “F-fuck” he moans into the crook of your neck.

You lay there together, both catching your breath. After a few moments, Satoru groans as he pulls out of you, his release trailing after him. You can’t help but feel empty without him inside you.

He pulls you into his chest as he strokes your hair. For the next few minutes you lie in comfortable silence. “Told you you were never left unsatisfied when it was us” he finally speaks. You gently slap his chest as you both laugh.

You turn to look at him. White strands of hair still stuck to his sweaty face. You push them out of the way as you lean up to kiss him. He sighs into the kiss before you pull back. “Forever?” You whisper, looking into his eyes. “Forever.” He whispers back with a smile.

You

The next morning the sun shining through your window wakes you. You go to move before you realise there’s two strong arms wrapped around you. You turn in Satorus arms to face him. You admire his sleeping face. He looks so peaceful like this.

You gently stroke his face. Trying not to wake him. It doesn’t last long before an azure eye pops open with a sleepy smile. “G’morning” he says, rough morning voice coming out. “Morning” you smile back at him. He pulls you closer to kiss you gently. You both can’t stop smiling into the kiss.

“Time is is?” He asks as he stretches. You turn to check your phone. “It’s 6:30” you sigh. “Fuck. I gotta go get ready. I’m teaching classes today” he sighs. You run your nails along his back, tickling him gently. Satoru lets out a satisfied purr at the feeling.

You both eventually get up, as much as you’d rather have stayed in bed all day with him, you had work today too. You move into the kitchen as you wait for Satoru to get dressed. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Memories of last night coming back to you.

Satoru appears in the kitchen and stops for a moment to kiss you deeply. He pulls away and moves over to the door to put his shoes on. He sighs as he stands to full height. He reaches out to pull you closer. “I’ll see you later, ok?” He says, kissing your forehead. “Ok” you say, smiling up at him. You don’t think you’ve stopped smiling since you woke up next to him.

Satoru leaves as you move into the kitchen to make some coffee. A few moments later you hear a knock at the door. Satoru must have forgotten something. You rush over to the door, grin returning to your face. “Did you forget somethi-“ “Hi Y/N.” You can feel the colour drain from your face and your stomach drop. “K-kenji? What the fuck are you doing here?”

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𝐢. 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

after you find out about the marriage arranged between you and nanami kento, you have to find a way to break the news to your lover.

contents . . . sfw, breakups, light angst, f!reader, arguing, gojo x reader, masterlist linked above for more series contents — 2.3k

notes . . . hi everyone !! i'm so so excited to finally share this series, i've been having so much fun with it hehe. in case you haven't seen the masterlist, this is a nanami series, but this first part is gojo x reader... so idk how to tag it lol.

Twigs snapped beneath you as you ran through the garden, barely holding onto the last strain of composure that you had. It was nearing sundown, but you ignored that, reaching the edge of your family’s estate and approaching the creek, careless to any dangers. The sounds of the water grew louder and louder in your ears as you drew closer, turning from a faint trickle to a roar. 

The look on your parent’s face when they’d delivered the news was still burned into your irises, replaying in your mind as you landed one foot in front of the other. How unexpressive they’d been, straight to business — as if they didn’t care at all. It was your future they were messing with, but it seemed they didn’t mind throwing away your happiness. 

You arrived at the creek much faster than anticipated, your breaths heaving as you headed down the hill. 

Satoru was already there, as you’d expected, running his hands through the murky water. His blue eyes shot over from the sound of the leaves crunching, an easy smile on his face, revealing sharp canines.

“What took you so long?” Satoru asked, looking over his shoulder with his typical, lopsided grin. Though, as soon as he saw the tears that were welling in your eyes, his face fell, giving way to a gloomy expression. “Hey, hey, hey. My darling…” he cooed, the tone of his voice so tender. “What’s the matter?” 

You’d been doing a wonderful job at holding back your tears until then, but they began to spill down your cheeks, hot and heavy, dripping off your chin. Your nose began to burn. “I—” you started, then choked on a sob, burying your face in your hands, unable to continue. 

The sound of the creek, rushing through the woods, at least spared you some embarrassment, as it blocked out your cries. 

Satoru was quick to scramble to his feet and make his way over to you, not even thinking before he’d wrapped you up in a warm embrace. He smelled vaguely of the stables, still, as well as the outside, a thick air of sweat lingering on his skin. 

“Take a breath,” Satoru said soothingly, rubbing your spine as you cried into his shoulder, coating his tunic with the weight of your tears. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, squeezing your fingers into his top. The cloth wound up between them, wrinkling the fabric. “I’m so sorry, Satoru.” 

“Whatever are you sorry for, my sweet?” Satoru didn’t draw away, but you could tell that he wanted to… He wanted to question what it was that had made you cry, when he’d seen you earlier in such a jovial state, so thrilled for your rendezvous as the sun bled into the evening. 

The conversation with your parents still lingered at the forefront of your mind, laced with a tinge of distaste and betrayal. 

How desperately you wished you could escape your responsibilities, run from them without guilt. But even now, already a few years into your adulthood, you still felt the burning need to please your family. 

You pressed your eyes shut, deeply inhaling Satoru’s sweet aroma, in case it were the last you ever got of it. “My family has known this whole time. They knew, and they never intended to let me marry you.” 

You’ve spent far too long with the stable boy, dear, and we’ve let you have your fun. Don’t think that we haven’t known, all these years, that he’s the reason you’re pushing all your suitors away. 

Those were words you’d certainly never forget.

Satoru drew away, his eyes narrowed as he scanned your face. Still, there was no sense of panic, his icy irises as steadfast and confident as ever. “Is that it?” he asked, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, soaking up the tears with his lips. “Well, we’ll just have to do without their permission, won’t we? I know your family is very dear to you, but—”

Your face screwed up tighter, watery eyes blurring your vision. “It is not as easy as you make it out to be, Satoru. Despite what you may think, I do not wish for them to hate me. Not to mention, your livelihood depends on their employment. They will not pay my dowry if you are my husband. They will not employ you any longer, and I’ll—”

“That doesn’t matter,” Satoru said, insistent, his optimism succumbing to irritation as you argued. “We can surely find other means to survive.” 

“Survive?” you frowned, features contorting as the tears, momentarily, restrained. “I do not wish to live a life where we have to fight to get by. Besides—”

But Satoru spoke over you, spilling words of grandeur, in a world where things worked out exactly as planned. But your outlook had never been as positive, and his dreams seemed no more than that, in the face of reality. 

“Satoru.” You raised your voice, ever so slightly, and pushed him away, as if to finally make him hear your words. “You’re not listening to me. Even if we could, even if everything you’re saying happened like you want it to, they’ve already found me another husband.”

Silence. It was enough to hear the wind slipping through the trees, swaying the branches. Leaves fell at your feet, swirling around your ankles, a breeze suddenly picking up, as if aware of your quarrel. 

The two of you stared at each other, basked in the last golden rays of the evening. For the first time in decades, it seemed, you were unsure what to say to one another.

Satoru scanned your face, his lips parting, jaw working as he fought for words. “Another husband.” 

“Yes.” Your exhale came out heavy as you blinked away from him, glancing over his shoulder, so as not to face the intensity of his irises. “I’m getting older; men will not be so willing to take me as their bride. So my parents worked something out with a friend of my father’s. His son is a few years older than me,” you sniffed. “He’s been unwilling to get married, but now that his mother is sick…” you shrugged, confused and defeated, as you wrung your hands together. “I’ve been told her final wish is to see her son married.”

“What a wish,” Satoru rolled his eyes, scoffing, “to see your child in a loveless relationship.”

You said nothing. Satoru wouldn’t understand the ways of the nobility, wouldn’t understand the responsibility that you felt. He’d never met his parents, and never had the chance to care about them. 

He huffed instead, running his hands through his snowy hair as he paced close to the water’s edge. It soaked the soles of his shoes, ruining the leather, but he didn’t seem to mind, too deep in his thoughts.

“You have no say in the matter?” Satoru finally asked, his shoulders slumping, as he turned back to face you once again. “You’re just going to let them tell you how to live your life, submit yourself to a man who might be cruel to you?”

“Satoru…” you began, considering defending yourself, before you conceded. “I’m sorry. I care for you, I do, but you must understand.”

“Oh, I understand just fine. You surprised me, is all. I thought you’d put love over things like that.” 

You swallowed, shoving away the engulfing sadness as he paced back toward you, his wet shoes creating muddy footprints in the ground. 

“You can’t honestly have thought that all our silly dreams would come to fruition. You knew all along that this was just a fleeting fancy, didn’t you?” 

“On the contrary, I thought this was serious.” To your surprise, Satoru dug through his pocket, throwing a ring at you, one that was nothing close to extravagant, but beautiful all the same. “I’ve carried this for weeks now… just waiting. There was never a good time to propose, but I really did want to marry you. How’s that for fleeting?” 

Your jaw fell slack. A fresh wave of tears began as you bent down, soiling your pastel gown in the grass and mud to pick up the ring. It was a simple gold band, shiny and smooth — probably months worth of his salary. 

Nausea rose up in you as you dusted off the fine piece of jewelry, staring at it with affection. “Dear lord,” you said, not even bothering to wipe the snot that ran in a smooth stream from you nose, just like your tears. “Why did you have to tell me this?”

“I won’t spare you the kindness of ignorance. I want you to know exactly what you’re throwing away.”

“That’s not—” you shook your head, eyes glued to the ring. “I don’t want you out of my life. I love you, Satoru. I want to be with you, I just can't… But, perhaps, we can still see each other?”

Your lover stared, blinking once, then again, his white eyelashes fanning over pale cheeks. Then, a loud laugh escaped from him, deep from his chest, as if in horror. “You want me to be your whore?” he asked, aghast, infiltrating your space as he backed you into a tree. 

You glanced up at him, eyes wide, pressing your hands to the smooth expanse of his chest. “I—”

“I love you. I love you, and I’d dedicate my life to supporting you,” his voice was pained, cracking on the vowels. “But that means nothing to you, does it? You’re so selfish.” 

The word felt like a slap to the face — the same that your family had called you, when they’d admitted they knew of your dalliance. Either way, you would lose. You were selfish for bringing such disgrace to your family’s respectable lineage, or you were selfish for choosing your responsibility over your lover. 

“i just don’t know what to do.” Your voice felt small; the weakness of it softened Satoru’s expression, if only by a fraction. 

He exhaled. “Well, I know. Go back home, tell your parents to fuck whoever wants your hand, and run away with me. Be with me,” Satoru pressed his forehead to your own, desperate. “Please. I love you, I adore you, I’ll worship you. What more do you want?”

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut. “Satoru…” His hands went still on your waist. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can.” 

For the first time in all your years together, since the moment you’d met him as an infant, you felt a distance crack between you, breaking into a cavern. Satoru had been your best friend, your constant companion, the person you’d always thought would be a part of your life. Now, the risk you’d taken by falling in love with him had finally come to pass. You weren’t sure that your relationship could ever be remedied, after such a poor conclusion.

“You’re a coward,” Satoru finally said, spitting your name like it was a curse, and you flinched, dipping your chin to your collarbone. There was no love in those words, no gentleness; they were meant to hurt. “You think you’re different than all the other women of nobility, but you’re not. You want to be spoon-fed like the rest of them, waited on hand and foot, reliant on the money of your family and your husband.”

You sniffled, hands shaking as you clenched your jaw. Satoru had a sharp tongue — he always had — but it’d never been used against you. For the first time, you knew what it was like to be looked at by Gojo Satoru with disdain, and it was awful. 

“That’s cruel… Don’t you understand what you’re asking me to do? You’re asking me to leave behind my family, my life, my security. You want me to leave everything with no plan at all?”

“I understand well enough.” He stepped away, backing up until you could no longer smell the sweat that clung to his sleeves, until you could no longer see the contrasts of blues in his irises. “Truthfully, I don’t believe I know you like I thought I did. I never assumed you’d be so hesitant to leave.” 

Despite your tear-filled eyes, you stood taller, trying to keep some semblance of dignity. Like the noble woman you were, you refused to be seen as weak in the face of your emotions. If you were to leave Satoru, you would leave him confident that you were making the right decision. “Perhaps not, then,” you said. “You may have been taken into our home with love and care, but we are not as similar as you were raised to believe.” 

Satoru licked his lips, then clicked his tongue, speechless, before he turned around for good. “Right,” he said, shaking his head. “I should’ve known that the spoiled girl you’d been would turn you into a spoiled woman. I’ve been a fool. Enjoy your sham of a marriage.” He began to walk away, slowly, before gradually picking up his pace, his back as taut as the bow of a violin. 

“Is this really how you wish to end things?” you asked, shouting through the wind at his retreating form. “On such a vile note?” 

“You’re the one that ended things,” Satoru said, and though you hoped that he would glance over his shoulder, spare you one last glimpse before you parted ways forever, he never did. “I only wanted to love you.” 

You opened your mouth, words lingering on your tongue, before you shut it, and let him go. 

Tomorrow, you would regret it. You would long for his warm embrace, his arms, so strong from riding and tending to the horses. You would long for his kiss, gently brushed against your hairline, a smile growing on his lips as you told him about the book you’d read. You would long for a time when you passed him in the hallways and received a grin, instead of a sneer. 

But, for now, thrumming with guilt and grief and rage, you watched him walk away, hands balled at your fist. Maybe he didn’t deserve you anyway. 

Maybe you didn’t deserve him. 

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