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pairing: ex!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: mildly angsty bc y'all broke up before, rough sex kinda, sex with feelings, yâall broke up and heâs back (surprise, surprise), unprotected sex, creampie, possessive gojo
notes: once Satoru is in love, he is in wholeheartedly. you are never getting rid of him <3



âSay it again, baby,â Satoru drawls, drunk in the pleasure that youâre providing as you glide up and down on his impressive length.
âI love you,â you whisper, just like old times as your hands rest on either side of his neck, keeping his ice blue gaze fixed on your face.
A lazy smile spreads across his handsome face as he guides your hips, his long fingers tightening around your flesh.
âI missed that. Missed you,â he whispers back, words that youâd never thought youâd hear. Not from this man.
Itâs been months since he walked out that door. Since you told him to get the fuck out of your life and never come back. He was petrified of commitment and that wasnât a secret to anyone who knew of your relationship well enough.
âI love you,â you say again, earning you a groan from a man beneath you.
âI love you too, gorgeous,â he replies, nearly stopping your steady rhythm, but the feel of his glorious cock keeps you going.
âSay it again,â you echo his words, desperate to hear those words after months of his denying you of the pleasure.
âI love you. Iâve always loved you, baby,â he breathes out. âI fucking mean it too,â he growls quietly.
His hands nearly bruise your hips, fingertips pressing into your skin when he starts holding you as tight as he wish he would have before. When he was too proud and too scared to just utter the words that roll off his tongue so easily now.
âI need you. I fucked up and I know it,â he pants, easily flipping the two of you over so that he lumbers over you.
He props himself up on one hand and catches your jaw in the other, using a firm but gentle grip to keep your half lidded eyes fixed on him as he keeps driving into you.
âYouâre never gonna get rid of me, baby. I canât imagine a life without you and I wonât. I wonât fucking do it,â he snarls, the sound a delicious noise reverberating between your two sweat slicked bodies.
âSatoru,â you start, but he cuts you off.
âI mean it. Your pussy feels fucking amazing choking my cock, but that isnât why Iâm saying this,â he promises, never missing a beat as his impressive length pummels your poor, abused pussy.
âSatoru!â You cry, hand wrapping around his wrist, your hand so small in comparison to his.
âThatâs it. Keep crying for me. Keep saying my fucking name. You will only ever say my name when you feel this good. Do you understand me?â
You nod, staring up at him, fighting the need to screw your eyes shut and the pressure in the depths of your core threatens to snap and ignite your entire body on fire.
âGood,â he grits out, teeth clenched as he doubles down, railing his rock hard cock into you, rushing you towards your finish.
All you can do is hold the fuck on as he sends you flying, soaring up into the heavens as you howl his name. Only his name. The o ly one you ever wanted to leave your lips as you enter compelte and total, all encompassing bliss.
âFuck,â he sighs, a shiver rocking his body as every muscle in his imposing form tenses and he breaks with you.
He grunts, and flexing right as something in him snaps and he continues bullying his dick into your pulsing walls. They hug him so tight he feels like he might black out.
For a moment, he swears he does. His hips cast forward on their own, forcing him impossibly deeper as his tip knocks against the deepest part of you, spilling his seed inside to claim you once and forever as his and his alone.
Both of you are lost in a haze, but nothing has ever been more clear to the man panting in your ear. He needs you. He cannot live without you and heâs only sorry that it took him so long to admit it.
Thatâs why he showed up at your door tonight. Begging for you to just let him in and hear him out. Thatâs how you ended up right here, desperately trying to suck air into your lungs while your nerves scream and sing in response to every little touch that he offers your overstimulated form.
âI love you,â he reaffirms, the words a soft whisper against your collarbone as he trails his lips across them.
âI love you too,â you whisper, still in disbelief that youâre able to add the little âtooâ on the end of that sentence.
âIâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry I couldnât say it before, but Iâve always felt it. Iâve always needed you,â he swears, collapsing beside you tk bud ke you into his arms.
His gentle lips pepper kisses across your scalp, your forehead, and your temple, slowly trialing across your face.
âI missed you. I mean that too, baby,â he says with more conviction than youâve ever heard leave his lips, his voice shaking with emotion. âI will never leave you doubting that again. I swear. I fucking swear it.â
Youâve never seen him like this. Never heard his voice with anything other than pure, radiating confidence imbued within it. Now, his voice quakes. His tone is full of tremors and uncertainty, something that is foreign to the one who has always known himself as the strongest. Weakness had no place in his words.
But with you, he is weak and he knows it. He has always known it and just never spoken the words aloud, but if it means keeping you. Having you, he will gladly break down those walls to keep you within them. He will build them back up to keep you here with him forever. Where you belong.
âI love you. I was scared and I can say that now. I was too petrified then. Afraid that Iâd lose you somehow, but I went and did that anyway and I would do anything not to do that again,â he whispers, his nose nudging against your cheek.
âIâm yours, baby,â you whisper back. âI have always been yours for the taking. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Relief washes over him as he holds you tighter, his spindly fingers dragging across your spine.
âI wonât let you,â he vows, holding you close enough that you believe heâs trying to mold you directly into his body. Into his ribs.
Straight into his heart, which you have no doubts that you now know belongs solely to you.

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the first thing gojo does after getting released in the prison realm is fucking you.
there's no such thing as a greeting but with his hands wandering all over the expanse of your soft body and his lips peppering all over your round face. his muscular arms picking you up and pinning you in nearest wall and let him do all the work.
drilling you with his cock that got your toes curling and hips arching from the slap of his hips into yours. his arms into your creamy thighs, hands into your plush waist.
"missed this pussy so much, baby." he babbles. loving every inch of your fat pussy being wrapped around his thick length.
you can't help but gush around him, your juices coating his cock and gojo pounds mercilessly in you. can you blame him? he misses you so much and its been so long since he tapped that pussy of yours and it's heavenly just like the last time but sure he is taking his time to embrace the warmth of your walls against his.
despite being out for so long, gojo still retains his cheekiness and being a tease. randomly edges you to get a whine from your pretty lips and bumps his huge cockhead into your cervix making you cry.
gojo being mesmerized from your body bouncing, taking every pound and slam of his body to yours. you are such a good girl for him for taking him so well.
gojo can't help but to bite the flesh into your neck and moans. desperate to leave marks into your skin just like he always does and marking you as his. you're so soft and plush and he wants you to breed over and over again.
gojo who can't help but to break into a huge grin, seeing you so dumb and drunk from his dick. so pretty. the words coming from your mouth reduce into whines and moans.
and gojo finally dumping his huge load into your fat cunt that it spills even his cock is stuffed deep inside you. spurts and spurts of his cum still coming after one another as you came undone from the bullying of his thick cock inside you.
you think he's finished after that but his cock is still hard and begging to be wrapped around your fat pussy and who are you to deny him.
after all, he misses you so much.
Boys who like the breed you

A/N: Hiiii okay so this is just a little something for you guys until I finish my Atsumu fwb fic please enjoy alsoooo my ask are open so send some in my loves!!
CW: Breeding, afab reader, abit size kink

Boys with such big breeding kinks. They sink their cock into your already leaking hole just to fuck their cum inside of you. They have the mindset of where else would I cum. They canât imagine wasting one drop of cum. Your tight little hole is the only place thatâs perfect enough. They bully their cock into your twitching hole moaning about the beautiful babies youâll have for him.Â
âMy pretty angel. Youâre gonna look so perfect carrying my babies.â
His cock gets even harder at the thought. Heâll push his palm down onto your stomach and watch as your eyes roll back. You can barely contain the lewd moans spilling past your lips. Youâre trembling telling him youâre not sure if you can take any more.Â
âYou can takeâ He concentrated on the way your pussy sucks his cock in. âYouâll take every drop I haveâ
Sweat drips down his body as heâs fucking himself into you. He has your legs pressed against your chest so he can get a view of how good youâre taking him. He finds that this is his favorite position to breed you in.Â
âPerfect position to make you a mommyâ
His cock feels so big stretching you out. Heâs fucked so much of his cum into your hole its leaking out as heâs plunging his swollen cock into you. Heâs not a wasteful person so heâll take two fingers to scoop the leaking cum and bring it up to your mouth. No drop wasted, thatâs his motto. You can barely keep your eyes open but he wants you to watch. He needs you to witness the way heâs dragging his cock in and out of this perfect hole of yours.Â
âLook Babyâ his eyes are wide watching in awe. âLook at how much your pussy loves my cockâÂ
He wants to give you a gift for taking his cock so well. He makes endless promises to fill you with his cum and when heâs done heâll use his tongue to clean you up since youâve been so good for him.

Atsumu, Toji, Kita, Bokuto, Itadori, Gojo, Tendou, Matsukawa, Choso, Oikawa, Hinata, Sakusa, your fav
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summary. gojo let you do it your way once, that was his mistake. | wc. 1.5k+
cw/ tw. fem!reader, angst (but not really), mentions divorce, somewhat yandere!gojo, ex-husband!gojo, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cheating (but not with gojo), reader's bf is an oc, reader and gojo are both a little unwell for each other, pet names (ex. baby, sweetheart), intended for 18+ readers
an. I don't know what it says about me that I have two aus where he's our ex-husband...heh. I hope you enjoy <3, comments and reblogs are appreciated ŕźâ§âË.

Satoru doesnât take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you donât think he does. Itâs hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglassesâthe sharp arch of his brow the only indication heâs heard you at all.
âIs that so?â he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous. Has you grasping at straws to make something right that isnât even wrong yet. Has any thought of this being an easy conversation shattered at your feet.
You clear your throat. âYeahâŚheâs nice. You might even like him.âÂ
No, he wouldnâtâa little voice in the back of your head tells you because all of the unreadable parts of you are no longer connected to him but instead to a man you barely know, and that must infuriate him.
He doesnât ask (not that you expect him to) when you find yourself rattling on about how you met Rin through a friend, how heâs an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, that heâs a predictable lover with an ordinary life who wants kidsâ
Satoru seems to chew on that last bit of information like heâs suddenly tasted something unpleasant. Heâs uttered all but three words, and so far, this entire conversation leaves you with a stomach ache.
âHe really is a good person,â you add just because you have nothing else to say.
Then he smiles, and you relax a little. âThatâs good. Iâm happy for you.â
But if you werenât so up in the air about bumping into your ex-husband after several months of silenceâsince he signed his name beside yours in front of your lawyerâyouâd realize how dangerous that smile is.

Youâre unsure if itâs too contingent to be considered a coincidence, but he starts showing up in odd places after that one-sided conversation in the parking lot.
First, itâs at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. Itâs weird because you remember him hating coffee, loading it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you donât mention it when he offersâno, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.
When the total pops up on the register, he doesnât even blink.
He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him itâs expensiveâhas that ever bothered me?âand slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.
âYou shouldnât be buying me things,â you hiss afterward, slightly flustered by the whole ordeal. The cityâs big, but you still worry about one of your friends or colleagues seeing you with Satoruâthey may get the wrong idea. âWeâre not together anymore.â
âAm I not allowed to be nice now that you have a boyfriend?â
âThatâs not what I said,â you huff. âAnd you didnât even buy yourself anything. How am I supposed to look at it?â
He shrugs. âI decided I didnât want anything.â
The second time is while walking through the quaint park near your place, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenue, the one with a perfect view of the city and the bayâa thirty-minute drive, at least.
âI bought a house out here,â he tells you when you ask. âItâs up on the hill.â
You know which one heâs talking about. Youâve driven past it a few times, a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard, something youâd always wanted throughout your marriage. According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million.Â
Interest must be written all over your face because he asks: âYou want to see it?â
There are a number of reasons why you shouldnât say yes, why you should politely decline and finish your last lap along the trail and run to the grocery store afterward to pick up something for dinner and call Rin to let him hear about your dayâ
âOkay,â you say, hands on your hips. âBut make it quick.â
He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling at the corners with something akin to affection. âWhatever you want, sweetheart.â
You open your mouth to remind him, again, that youâre not together, so heâs not allowed to use pet names, but a large hand on the small of your back to usher you towards the shiny, sleek SUV across the street leaves you with a mouth full of cotton.

He watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen to run your fingers over the granite countertops, he eyes you questioningly. âSo? What do you think?â
The smile you give him is genuine. âItâs beautiful.â
Satoru matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. âThatâs good, thatâs good.â
You feel like you should ask why he bought a house this big in the first place, but thereâs a pebble in your stomach if you think about family photos on the walls with him happy and smiling, his arm around a pretty wife who wears frilly aprons and kisses him on the cheek when he comes home. A future where you donât exist, yet heâs letting you take a peak into it, anyway.
So you donât say anything.

You meant to leave an hour ago, but he plied you with dinnerâfriends can have dinner together, canât they?âwhich leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies on his very soft couch. If you were more aware, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, that heâs trying toâ
(He presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.
âWe shouldnât,â you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had.
He huffs a laugh against your cheek, pressing a messy kiss there. âDoesnât this remind you of old times, though?â
âB-but I have a boyfriend.â
In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around your fluttering pulse, just shy of too rough, though your fingers in his hair pull him into you like you canât get enough.)
That maybe this means heâ
(Satoru bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at the sight of the creamy mess between your thighs. âSuch a pretty wet pussy, fuck. Do you get this wet for him, too?â
âShut up.â
He laughs because he hears what you donât say: No, youâve never been this turned on when itâs with Rin. Heâs the only one to ever leave you wet and shaky just from a few words.)
Itâs an insane thought, but itâs almost like Satoruâ
(He holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into the slick seam of your cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.
âThere you go, pretty girl,â Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. âI see she can still take it.â)
No, he wouldnâtâ
(He fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again, grinding you on his cock to touch places inside you that heâs only ever managed to reach. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud youâre being.
He tuts and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.
"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice?" he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.
The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.
âWe did it your way last time, didnât we, baby?â his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. âI let you leave with all those silly thoughts in your head; thought you knew what you wanted, but now weâre going to do it my way from now on.â
His words should strike alarm bells, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.)
Except you know he would.Â
And in a month, youâre packing away the fine china in your apartment, wondering how the few things you own will fill a house so large.

⊠â§âË âŠăwhatâs mine is yours

synopsis. suguru is a good best friendâhe shares everything. just this once, he shares you too

â word count. 2.1k (it's short i promise)
â contents. fem! reader, reader is suguru's girlfriend, minors do not interact, virgin satoru <3, cuckolding, fingering, safe sex (who am i ?? jk suguru would not let satoru hit raw lol), petnames (princess, baby, and sweetheart), suguru teaching satoru how to fuck <3
â notes. dash pls look away. i am horny at 1 am

satoru, for all his big talk and loud front all these years, is still a virgin. suguru finds it a tad bit funnyâbut out of the kindness of his heart, he decides to help his best friend change that.
how? you, of course.
âbe careful how you handle her,â suguru says with a sly smile, âsheâs still my girlfriendâand i have to take care of her. isnât that right, baby?â his gaze turns to you, finger stroking your cheek gently as you whimper.
âso wet,â satoru mumbles, fingers sinking curiously into your dripping cunt, flexing slowly to pump in and out of you as you whine. his fingers are long, maybe longer than suguruâsâbut not nearly as skilled.
âyeah?â suguru chuckles, âbet you like that, huh? careful though, satoruâdonât get used to this. sheâs still mine.â
suguru, the ever gracious best friend, has always been one to share. he decides perhaps he can extend the favor to include his girlfriend tooâbut youâre precious, sweet and kind and oh so doting. he canât share you permanently. no, itâs a one time thingâafter that, satoru will have to find his own perfect little pussy to savor.
âyou really get all of this? all to yourself?â satoru marvels, thumbing your clit as you gasp, your hand reaching over to clutch at suguruâs pants. his hand rests over your, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he hums soothingly.
âyeah,â your boyfriend grins, âevery day. whenever i want. right, baby?â
âuh huh,â you nodâand then you cut yourself off with a squeal when satoruâs fingertips brush against that sweet spot deep within your walls, making you flutter around him with a tight squeeze. he doesnât find it as easily as suguru, doesnât know how to angle and curl the tips of his fingers when he sinks into you.
and fuck, satoru thinks, suguru is so damn lucky.
âsheâs a vocal one,â he chuckles, âyouâve been living the dream.â
âyou should hear her when you use your mouth,â suguru chucklesâhow embarrassing. you want to crawl onto his lap and hide away in his neck, hide away from satoruâs eyes that are watching you so carefully. satoru has good eyesâthe best, even.
but you also like it. for some reason, when his eyes stare down at you with a darkened shade of blue youâve never seen before, you feel the slick pooling from your core, smearing down your thighs and glossing over his fingers, wetter than ever.
satoru has that effect on peopleâeven if he is a bit inexperienced.
âdo i get to do that too?â he asks, sending your boyfriend a lopsided smirk.
suguru raises a brow, tightening his handâs grip on yours before grunting a low, âdonât get ahead of yourself, satoru.â
âyou said it yourself, suguru,â he chuckles, âwhatâs mine is yours.â
ânot her,â suguru growls. and then, sweetly, he turns to you before pecking your forehead with a gentleness he keeps for only you. âyou ready, princess?â
âprincess,â satoru repeats thoughtfully, âyeah i guess youâre a bit of a princess, arenât ya?â
âp-please,â you sniffle, tugging on suguruâs wrist, âneed more, sugu.â
âyeah? heâs not doing his job, is he?â suguru pouts in sympathy, but his eyes are laced with amusementâlike heâs enjoying the show in front of him. youâre sure he is, if the throbbing erection he sports is of any hint.
âhey,â satoru gasps, wounded, âiâm doing exactly what you told meââ
âhere,â suguru throws him a condom, cutting him off, âput that on. youâre out of your mind if you think youâre feeling her. thatâs only for me.â
âfine,â satoru huffs. you watch as he rolls the condom over his neglected cockâitâs red, swollen and aching, flushed at the tip and drooling with pre cum as he hisses when his hand wraps around it.
itâs pretty, youâll give him that. satoru isnât as thick as suguru, but he makes up for it by being a bit longer. he curves a bit with a thick vein running along the underside of his cock, balls heavy as they hang painfully, achingly full. heâs neatly trimmedâmessy white strands of hair unlike suguruâs dark ones. you donât know which one you prefer, if you could even pick one of you had to.
you watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his mouth parts with a low gasp when he accidentally teases the tip a bit as he clumsily works the rubber over himself. heâs sensitive at the headâjust like suguru. gives those sweet little breathy whimpers when his slit is thumbed at. itâs cute, you think, maybe not as cute as suguruâbut itâs still pretty adorable.
âgo slow when you go in,â suguru warns, âif you hurt her, iâll kill you.â
âsheâs tough, she can take it,â satoru pats your cheek with a sly grin, âarenât you, princess?â
âwatch it, satoru,â you hear suguru growl, âdonât get too comfortable.â
âaw, itâs all in good fun, right? sheâs taking it so well.â
you do take it wellâyou let satoruâs fingers play with your for ages, let him learn where to find that sensitive spot is in the back of your walls, let him rub your clit slowlyâeven if you ache for those fast circles suguru always gifts you with. and now, youâre even letting him slide into you, slowly but surely, inching his hardened cock into your impatiently wet cunt with agonizing patience.
âthat feel good, baby?â suguru asks you once satoruâs buried to the hilt, splitting you almost in two as you breathe unevenly and nod. and satoru? well, heâs not faring any betterâgrit teeth and clenched jaw, panting harshly as he focuses on not cumming right then and there.
youâre rightâway tighter than his hand, and way warmer too. fuck suguru for making him wear the condom, and fuck suguru for landing such a perfect pussy too. he doesnât know how heâs meant to go back to using his fist after a taste of this.
âyou can move nowâgo slow at first, and then go faster when sheâs close. she likes that. and donât forget this,â suguruâs hand travels to your clit, giving a soft like pat that makes you whimper before he rubs it with those quick circles you love so much. âshe likes when you touch this too. they all doâso when you get yourself your own girl to fuck, make sure you remember that.â
âi know what the clit is,â satoru grumbles, âiâve watched porn, yâknow.â
âi bet,â suguru chuckles, âis this your first time seeing a clit in person? pretty, isnât it? everything about her is pretty.â
âsuguru,â you whine in embarrassment, burying your head back into the pillow as much as you can, âyou talk so much.â
âbaby,â he insists, âsomeone has to humble him. heâs all bark and no bite.â
âi can too bite,â satoru gruntsâand to prove it, he angles his hips to pull out, almost completely, before thrusting back into you. you cry outâclutching suguruâs hand tightly as your tits bounce. satoru letâs out a choked moan, gasping as you squeeze around his sensitive cock, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.
itâs so good. suguru has it so good. youâre so goodâperfect, even.
âf-fuck, more, need more,â you sob, and because suguru canât help himself, his hand grabs at your tit, pinching and tugging at your nipple as he lets you squeeze his other hand in yours. âplease, pleaseâfaster.â
âyou heard her,â suguru hums, âshe needs it faster.â
satoruâs good at fucking youâfor his first time, heâs got your back arching and toes curling rather quickly. the blunt head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot with ease, long and curved enough to nudge against it with every roll of his hips. of course, no one knows how to fuck you until you see stars like suguruâbut he comes to a close second.
your gasps have turned into long, wanton moans, and satoru moans in sync, head falling next to yours on the pillow as his breath fans over your shoulder with every harsh pant. his hips are rutting into you, slamming desperately as he feels you squeeze around him with every deep thrust. you can hear the squelching sound of your arousal as he bullies into your dripping cunt, smeared along the insides of your thighs. itâs messy, itâs rushed, itâs desperate and it feels so, so good.
satoru has never felt this goodâand you? wellâŚ.you have to admit youâve never felt like this before either. itâs new, maybe not better, but certainly not worse.
âoh, fuck,â satoru groans, voice cracking as he whines against your shoulder, âf-fuck your so tightââs so good. so, so goodâŚ.âm not g-gonna last much longer.â
âare you close, baby?â suguru strokes your cheek, watching as your eyes squeeze and your face twists in pleasure, âcanât have him be the only one cumming. thatâs no good.â
âclose! âmâŚâm so close, sugu. gonna cum,â you gasp as you nod.
if satoru wasnât so lost on the feeling of your tight walls constricting around him, fluttering so perfectly that he almost feels like he canât move, he might have protested that you addressed suguru and not himâheâs the one fucking you after all. it should be him youâre telling that youâre close, not your boyfriend. just because suguru is your boyfriend doesnât mean heâs the one who gets to bear the reward for making you cum.
right now, thatâs satoru.
âaw câmon, sweetheart, youâre gonnaâo-oh, shit,â he cuts himself off with a breathy moan, âyouâre gonna make me cry. say my name too, yeah?â
âsatoru,â suguru warns lowly.
âsee? jusâ like that. yeah, pretty? say it just how suguru did,â satoru, murmurs against your ear, biting your earlobe softly.
your hand, much to suguruâs dismay, tugs from his grasp so your arms can wrap around satoruâs neck and cling to his large figure as he towers over you, fucking you mercilessly. his pace is frenzied nowâthat steady ache building up in his throbbing length is about to burst, and that coil in your belly feels like itâll snap any second too.
âs-satoru, pleaseââm c-close, so close,â you mewl, âwanna cum.â
he grins, blue eyes raking over your body as his thumb finds your clit and rubs harshly over it in that way youâve been craving.
âyeah? you close, pretty? âs good to hear. i am too,â he murmurs lowly, finishing the sentence off with a shaky gasp as you squeeze around him.
and then you fall over the edgeâhe sends you hurtling into your high before you can ever register it. itâs new, satoru thinksâit makes his hips stutter for a second when he feels you spasm around his cock like that, sucking him in and squeezing around him enough that he chokes on a whimper and cums right then and there too. he thinks itâs a miracle he held out just long enough to cum after you, thanking anyone whoâs listened to his prayers of lasting. itâs almost impossible not to finish immediately with how your walls hug around his length.
by now, his hips have lost any rhythm they mightâve had before, sloppily rutting into you as he desperately rides out his orgasm, thick ropes of cum spilling into the condom that separates him from fully feeling your warmth. heâs sensitiveâhis cock is throbbing even as he lets go of that built up tension in the form of white, hot release. you milk him until heâs almost certain heâs got nothing left to give, dry and worn out from the way you pulse so harshly around him.
âso goodâm-make me feel so good,â satoru breathes in wonder as he finishes, thumb slowing itself along your clit before his body slumps over yours.
itâs hot, itâs sweaty, itâs a mess of limbs as he rests over you, still quivering over your body from the aftershocks of his orgasm. itâs earth shatteringâhow you make him feel. has he really been missing out on this all this time?
âyouâre heavy,â you grumble, patting at his shoulder. he chuckles into your neck, catching his breath.
âyeah? heavier than suguru?â
âiâm careful enough to collapse next to her,â suguru mutters from the side.
âfuck, that was amazing,â satoru rolls over, sprawling himself on the mattress next to you, chest heaving as he breathes, âi see why suguru spoils you so much. you keep him happy, huh?â
âoh yes,â suguru drawls, eyes narrowing. gently, he grabs your wrist and tugs at you, making you sit up as you eye the bulge in his pants and the large wet spot of pre cum staining the fabric. âyouâll see just how happy she makes me in a second hereâsheâs good with her mouth too.â

idk what possessed me to write this i rly don't. all i know is i want them both carnally
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summary. gojo's determined to have you all to himself, despite how overprotective your brother is. | wc. 2.2k+
cw/ tw. fem!reader, college au, cherry-picking, oblivious (slightly bimbo) reader, manipulation, stepcest, stepbro!geto, dubcon, mild coercion, jealousy, praise, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby), intended for 18+ readers
featuring. gojo, geto
an. enjoy! i'll try to have part two up next week <3, comments and reblogs are appreciated ŕźâ§âË.

The very first time Gojo sees you, youâre an eight-by-ten-inch glossy photo in a frame sitting on the entry table of Getoâs new momâs home. Itâs the stereotypical school photo, the background gray, the lighting too brightânothing remarkable. He walks by it and doesnât look twice.
Heâs too preoccupied with helping Geto move back into his room for summer break.
Gojo meets you two weeks later at a party in a student house. Initially, he fails to understand why Geto brings youâyou brought your sister?âslightly annoyed about having to play babysitter for the night. All Geto offers is a snortâshe asked. I didnât want to tell her noâand an imitation of a quasi-shrug.
Then you walk into the roomâlittle skirt flouncing around your thighs, smile so wide when Geto slips his arm around your shoulders that he wonders if your cheeks hurt, shyly waving at Gojoâand suddenly it feels like something clicks into place, and everything makes sense.Â
âSuguruâs new sister, right?â he asks, watching you perk up at the attention. Cute.
âYeah. I didnât know he talks about me.â
âAll the time. Itâs getting him toââ
Gojo snickers when Geto shoves his shoulder, âShut up.â
You give him a secret smile over the rim of your plastic cup and look away just in time to miss the quirk of his lips, pulling into a smirk, before he schools his features once more.

Itâs hard to stay away after that.
He knows he shouldnât even toy with the thought of youânot when Getoâs made it clear several times that youâre off limits, protective in that way most brothers are, and yet oddly drawn to you any time youâre in the same room, like a light to a beacon. Gojo would probably tease him for having some sick crush on his sister, if he didnât see how you look at Geto too.
The shy glances, the way you light up whenever your brother talks to you. Itâs all there, plain as day.
You donât know any betterâthatâs the only thing he can think of when Geto laces your fingers with his, thinking everybody else is none the wiser, that heâs just a brother looking out for his little sister. After all these years, Gojo likes to think he knows his friend well: heâs always been attracted to shy little wallflowers with too much air and a lack of sense in their head, and youâre no exception.Â
Geto thinks heâs playing a game heâs already won, and Gojo is determined to change that, regardless of whatever rules about you your brother implemented as strictly forbidden. Rules are meant to be broken, and Gojoâs never been good about following them anyway.
It's just...there's something about you that drives him crazyâa little diamond in the ruff he wants to pick up and shine and then ruin.
Nobody would blame him if he did.
Especially when you walk around in those flowy pastel sundresses you seem to have a penchant for. Sometimes he finds himself watching with bated breath as the hem creeps up your smooth thighs high enough for him to glimpse the bottom swell of your ass whenever you move.
Youâre so oblivious, at first, to how he looks at you, how he canât help but stare a little longer than he should, how he bends to speak into your ear, even though youâll be the only two people in the room.Â
He thinks you finally get it one night in your parentâs living room, tucked into his side, with a movie playing as nothing but muted white noise in the background. Itâs the first time Getoâs ever left you alone with him, something Gojo readily takes advantage of.
âYouâve never kissed anyone before?â
You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. âWell, IâŚno.â
âDo you want to?â
He tries not to laugh as you make a surprised little noise in the back of your throat. âBut what about Suguruââ
âItâll be our secret. Hold still for me, okay?âÂ
Gojo doesnât wait for you to say anything before he cups your face with his hand, thumb swiping gently across your cheekâmuch softer than heâs imaginedâand draws you into a messy kiss. He slides his tongue into your mouth until your mind grows soft and syrupy around the edges, until you burrow deeper into his side, small hands lost in his hair and nails scratching at his scalp.
Your lips are slick and swollen by the time he finally pulls away. He smooths your hair out of your face, thumb pressed against your lips as if to stop himself from kissing you again.
âOh,â you say, reaching down to touch your mouth.Â
âItâs nice, yeah?â
You nod, swallowing, and stare at where his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. âOur secret?â
âOur secret,â he murmurs.
He doesnât laugh at how eager you are; in fact, itâs the furthest thing from his mind when you lean up and capture his lipsâhe does crack a smile, though.Â

It doesnât take long for your brother to catch on, watching with a pulled brow as Gojo lets you sit in his lap at a party, scoffing when Gojo says, âThere was nowhere else for her to sit. Itâd be weird if she sat in her brotherâs lap.â
Much later, after you're tucked away in your room, is when Geto finally brings it up. âSo, are you sleeping with her? I told you sheâs off-limits.â
Gojo raises his hands in defense. "She's your sister. I would never."
Itâs partially true because Gojo hasnât gotten that far, but he knows Geto's threats aren't empty. For Geto's sake, he heeds his warningsâhe can play alongâhe knows Geto wonât relent until heâs tallied some sort of repentance, some retribution, for wrong-doings Gojo hasnât committed yet.
He slowly stops coming by your house throughout the week. He does, however, show up to the occasional party, hoping to catch a glimpse of you in your tight white shirt and denim shorts, is just a coincidence.Â
His texts to you are short and fewer in between, only ever messaging you if Geto doesnât answer his phone.
It goes on like this for daysâmaybe longer, heâs not sureâso it's no surprise how you instantly notice his sudden distance.Â
Thereâs a lot of restraintâhe should get a reward for it, reallyâfrom taking you right there in the hallway when you look up at him underneath your long lashes, how you call him Satoru instead of Gojo, brows furrowed as you ask him if everythingâs okay.
God, you are just so sweet.
He curls a finger under your chin. "Yeah, sweetheart. Everything's okay."
You give him a shy smile. He wants to believe that youâve also been lost without himârealizes in the same breath that it hardly matters, only that youâre here and take his hand in yours. He willingly follows as you lead him toward your bedroom, biting your lip with a glance over your shoulder.
âCan I show you something?"
Gojo completely forgets that this isnât how he anticipated things to go, how he had it all orchestrated a certain wayâlike the girl whoâs probably still waiting for him to get back from the bathroom, the one he used as a decoy to get Geto to think Gojoâs no longer chasing the hem of his sisterâs skirt.
None of that matters, though, not with your much smaller hand in his, your black skirt swaying around your hips as you pull him into your room, all with the intent of you showing him somethingâhis smart girl on a mission.
And you do, when he has your skirt pooling around your waist, your soaking wet panties on display for him to run the pad of his thumb over. You make these small, happy noises when he kisses you, just like you did that night on the couch, running your delicate fingers up his chest to pull his shirt off.
It feels like victory at the sound of your clothes hitting the floor, his mouth wrapped around your nipple while you gasp, a cute little gurgle trapped in the back of your throat. The feel of your thighs pressing against his ears.Â
Heâs had a lot of experience with winning, has always been academically inclined, taller than the other kids growing up, and is good at pulling strings where it counts.
But thisâyou laid out on the bed with your hands spread at your sides, like an offering for his leisure alone, fingers clenching into the sheetsâis the best win yet.
"We shouldn't," he says, glancing up from between your legs to watch you squirm underneath him. Gojo wants you to think you have some agency here, even as every piece tumbles into place, giving him what he wants. "What if your brother finds out?"
"But I want to," you pout, foot stomping against the mattress petulantly.
He laughs, and your pout grows more beautiful. âAsk nicely.â
Itâs a theatrical huff and an attempted shift of your hips before you finally say, âPlease.â
"So spoiled," he hums just before pressing the thick pad of his thumb against the wet patch of silk directly above the little button at the apex of your thighs.
You mewl, hips bucking up into his touchâso responsive. It makes him smile at how needy you are, Geto's innocent sister looking anything but by the second, and crawls up your body to kiss you again.
"Have you ever done this?" he asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear the words come from your mouth.
âWhat? Kiss?â you giggle breathlessly. âWe did this alreadyââ
He kisses your nose. âNo, baby, had a dick in this little princess cunt.â
Your mouth falls slack, and you shake your head shyly, all confidence from a moment ago gone as you mumble out a soft "no."
It makes his dick throb where itâs still tucked away in his boxers, already half-hard from watching you parade downstairs in your short skirt all night.
Gojoâs lips quirk, eyes crinkling in the corners. "That's okay. Our secret, remember?"
âWill it hurt?â
He nips at your chin. âIâll go slow. How about that?â
Slow is hardly the word heâd use once he fits his cock in you, your face pinching, a gratifying sight that youâre now his. Youâre so hot and wet, and itâs the build-up of weeks teasing himself, of wondering what youâd feel like (what youâd sound like) until all he can do is pound your sweet little cunt that heâll have to soothe with his mouth later.Â
Your walls keep fluttering around him from your thirdâno, fourth orgasmâand he swears he almost goes a little cross-eyed when he pulls out to see the creamy mess coating him from his belly button to the base of his dick.
Thereâs a mixture of tears and drool covering your flower-laced pillow, a series of little whimpers reaching his ears as Gojo rearranges your legs and presses them closer to your chest.
"Aw, pretty baby, does that feel good?" he coos, attempting to catch the next set of tears with the wide pad of his thumb. You tremble, caught in a trap between the bed and his pelvis, grinding into your clit.
"S'good," you moan, even though you press shaky fingers against his stomach so that you can have a moment to breathe.
"None of that," he tuts, easily grabbing your wrists and bringing them above your head. "How am I supposed to fuck you with your hands in the way?"
He thrusts forward and presses against that spot that has you clenching down hard around him.Â
âFuck, thatâs itâyouâre gonna look so good with my cum dripping down your thighs.â
You whine. "Ah, youâyou canâtâyou canât c-cum in me.â
Gojo squeezes your cheeks with his free hand to cut off your protests. He presses a sweet kiss to your puckered lips, making you fall pliant as he works your wet, open cunt.
"Come on, be a good girl." He feels you squeeze around him, and he rewards you with another kiss. "There you go. I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard, and you're going to take it for me, yeah? I won't cum in you." He grunts. "Promiseâ"
But he does until you're so full that he watches his cum leak out of you until he pushes it back in with his fingers, and you release a high-pitched squeal when he buries them deep.
"Shh, baby, we might get caught," Gojo says with a little smirk because he already knows Geto is outside your bedroom door.
You had been so intent on getting Gojo to your room that you forgot to shut your door all the way, leaving a large enough gap for anyone to see inside if they happened to walk by.
But your eyes were too far in the back of your skull to notice your brother with cum dripping down his fist after listening to his little sister get her brains fucked out by his best friendâhis cock twitching in his hand from your cute whimpers. Gojo looks over at him with a sly grin before dipping his hips into you again, enjoying his prize after patiently waiting.
Maybe later, Geto will have to teach you what happens to sisters who don't listen to their big brothers.
LIKE A VIRGIN â ŕźâ§âË.
ft gojo satoru !
ę° CONTENTS ęą : MDNI. f!reader. unprotected sex, fingering, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare â WC : 2.4k
ę° SYNOPSIS ęą : after years of pining after each other, the moment has finally come. gojo was never one to be shy about having sex but it turns out being intimate was a whole different thing.
ę° NOTES ęą : i promise that one day iâll cut back on writing lovesick characters but sadly today is not that day hehe enjoy ! <3
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*á´ÍËŹá´Í)ę¤*.ďž

loving satoru is holding the notion that while you may be star crossed lovers, the cosmos severely underestimated how much love he held for you.
instead of crossing paths, he collided into you, changing the scope of your world with a simple introduction that had the universe questioning why it even bothered to try to keep you two apart in the first place.
time has passed since then but that connection has always remained, the two of you circling around each other in a dance of fate. all it takes is for one of you to leap, and since gojo never did â it was up to you.
so you leapt.
and it was a wondrous blur, the planet aligning for this singular event that had all the stars on the edge of their seats. it all brought you to this moment, mouth crashing together in a hurried flurry, setting your body ablaze.
whispers of endearment flood out of your mouth and into his head, leaving it reeling in its wake. you could tell a part of him was still missing, lurking in the shadows, too scared to come out just yet.
it didnât bother you at first, not when his lips never left yours â nibbling your bottom lip anytime you tried to break for air.
but the damned blindfold still hung around his face, covering the eyes you so desperately want to see. he didnât actively have his infinity on but the distance between you couldâve fooled you.
annoyance started to flicker within you, twirling around with the unabridged want and causing the fire to spread. you finally pull away from his kiss, leaving you breathless.
but he kept on, kissing down your neck and not even sparing a glance at you. but who could tell with the dark blue fabric wrapped around his head. a part of you envied it for a second, craving that level of closeness it shares with its holder.
there was a moment of hesitance, one so short that if you werenât so hyper focused on him, you wouldâve missed it. at first, you shook it off, opting to help him out by unsnapping your bra and sliding it off.
the second the fabric hit the floor, gojo pounced, shoving his face between your tits before enveloping one of your nipples in his mouth. you mewl at the sensation which only has him sucking a little harder before he switches to the other side.
âgojo.â you coo, trying to pull him back up so you can properly look at him. but he kept kissing your chest, leaving little marks that youâll carry with you for the days to come.
you watch as his hands tremble slightly, the way his breathing was uneven. all of it couldâve been chalked up to the heated moment, but something told you that wasnât the case.
âgojo. why are you acting like this? youâre not a virgin, are you?â you tease him despite knowing heâs not. a foolish attempt to cover up the insecurity on why he felt the need to keep a barrier up with you.
the words didnât come out as gracefully as you wanted but youâd figure heâd rip your clothes off by now, flip you over, and start fucking into you like he did with the other women he used to bring over. but he could barely look at you. and it annoyed you.
âno but-â a pause. âyou kind of make me feel like one, though.â he said honestly. there wasnât his usual overly playful lilt in his voice. instead, it was coated with something a little more serious â more raw.
âwhat? how?â you try to pivot so you can look at him, but he keeps you in place.
âbecause itâs you. the other women iâve slept with have never made it past that, it was always just sex. but you? itâs so different, so new.â
âgojo, i-â
âplease, call me satoru.â he continues placing kisses along your neck, running his lips back and forth until he was sure he covered every inch with his affection. âiâve wanted you for so long, since the day i met you.â
âsatoru,â you start, but your breath hitches as his hand starts gliding down your body, hiking your skirt up as it trails back up.
âand you just had to wear this skirt tonight.â he almost groaned into your neck, his fingers trailing up your thigh. everything felt so suffocating, like if he didnât kiss you right then and there, youâd never recover. âalways drove me so crazy because all i wanted to do was flip it up and sink my dick into you.â
âwell thereâs nothing stopping you now.â you tease.
and thatâs all it took to flip the switch.
finally, he was a man of action, pulling back and hastily removing his blindfold so heâd let you look into his beautiful eyes. the normally bright blue color was quickly descending into a dark abyss, his pupils looking wider than youâd ever seen them â almost a little crazed.
the moment your eyes met his, you felt all the walls crashing down into a pile of rubble at your feet. the explosion was instantaneous as the sparkled ones met yours, holding nothing but a swirl of love and lust. utter devotion that he was ready to pour into you.
âbeen waiting for this for too long.â the words rushed out of him in a slight whine as he leaned in, melding his lips against yours in a filthy kiss that had you instantly hooking your leg around his waist.
his hands pushed you further into the bed, before it trailed up your leg to keep it in place. his clothed cock started grinding up against your core and it was already all too consuming. his fingers trailed up your legs before dancing along your inner thigh. the movement tickling you but gojo isnât letting up from the kiss.
he pulls back for a second, his slightly sweaty forehead leaning on yours as he looks down to where his hand grazes along your cunt. your hips buck up at the sensation. gojoâs glossy lips slightly part as he rips your panties down your legs.
before you can call out in protest, heâs sliding one lengthy, lithe finger in your already sopping pussy. his focus goes back to your face as you let out a mewl, already humping his hand for more.
âyou want more?â he asks, whispering against your lips. he feels your breath swirl with his but he wonât connect with you â not until he has an answer. you can only nod, moving your hips faster. âhow much can you take?â
âall of it-â your mind is already fading fast, pleasure crawling up your body with each thrust gojoâs finger gives you.
he adds a second finger and itâs all it took to have you unravel around him, clawing at his hair â his back, your hands roaming all over him to find purchase as you squeeze around his digits. he watches in awe, mesmerized by how beautiful you are.
with a slight pop, his fingers slide out of you and directly into his mouth. he groans unashamedly at the taste, eyes fluttering shut as if it would help him savor it a little more.
you move to get up, to get closer to him but he lightly pushes you back on the bed, opting to grab your ankles and hike you closer to the edge.
âi hope you werenât lying earlier when you said you could take it all.â he unzips his pants, pulling out his leaky cock, precum already drooling off the sides. he gives it a few pumps, showcasing how long he is, relishing in the small gulp you give out. âbecause youâre about to get it all.â
your fingers weave themselves into the sheets as if it will ground you from the way gojo was trying to split you in half with his cock. with a soft groan, he eases the tip in. slowly pushing in, inch by inch.
even though heâs taking it slow, his whole body is screaming at him to hurry up. hell, even your body was suggesting it as you greedily sucked him in.
but it was so much better this way. the way your moans and his groans meshed together in the air paired with your warm, tight walls pull him in, had him wanting to savor this moment for as long as he could.
besides, if he pushed in like he wanted to, heâd probably cum on the spot. and since you already made a teasing comment about him being a virgin earlier â he decided it was best to hold back right now.
but then he bottomed out and heâs never heard a sweeter cry fall from anyoneâs lips. tearing his eyes away from where you two were now fully connected, he trailed back up to your blissed out face.
âsatoru-â you coo up at him, reaching your arms up to touch him. âmove, please.â
once your arms entangle themselves around his neck, he pulls back out. another whine fell from your mouth and had him driving back into you, thrusting like his life depended on it.
after years of repressing his feelings, of acting like he didnât care about you even though he was pretty sure you were the reason the earth spun â he finally got to be with you. finally felt like he was good enough to have you like this, let alone touch you.
and the way you sang for him had him chasing a high he doesnât think heâll ever reach with anyone else. you were it for him and this just further proved that point.
âyeah, fuck, just like that.â he grunts your name by your ear, slipping closer to your body as he desperately keeps pushing into you. he needed to hear you say it, needed that validation to keep him going. âyou look so pretty when you take this dick. whoâs â shit â whoâs fucking you so good, huh?â
âyou!â you cry out, digging your fingers in his back. âyou are-â
âyou're so good for me, feel sâgood around me, fucking made for me.â he keeps babbling as his fingers quickly reach down to twirl around your neglected nub, causing you to cry out his name again. the sound was heavenly and he never thought heâd have a chance to hear an angel sing, but here he was â blessed as can be. âthis pussy is so good, best iâve ever had. want it to be all mine.â
âit is! itâs all yours, satoru!â you hiccup, his thrusts paired with the way he was playing with your clit was sending you into overdrive. he let out a moan as you clenched around him.
burying his face in your neck, he starts to leave little love bites, sucking and licking your neck to his hearts content. he felt the familiar white hot sensation rush shoot through his body, but heâd be damned if he came before you.
âgonna cum for me, baby? need to feel you cum on my cock.â he encouraged you. âneed to see your pretty face as you do it, too.â
his pretty eyes were trained on your face, and it was all too much for you. he watched as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your lips calling out his name. the way your cunt squeezed his cock had him gasping out for air.
his hips stuttered as you kept pulsing around him, trying his best to fuck you through your orgasm before he inevitably finished. your legs locked behind him, pushing him in deeper â if that was even possible.
he moaned out your name as his thighs trembled, pushing his hips flush against yours as he felt himself pump all of his cum into you. after a few final, weak thrusts, he stills inside of you. he was absolutely spent but used the last bit of his energy to caress your face, tucking his finger under your chin and bringing you in for a sweet kiss.
âthereâs no one quite like you, is there?â he whispered against your lips like it was a secret he was confirming with himself. âhowâre you feeling?â
âiâm good.â you almost slur, blissed out from the pleasure that was still easing itself throughout your body. he pressed his lips on your forehead before sitting up a bit.
âiâll be back in a minute, sweet thing.â he kisses your head again for good measure as he grabs a towel from the bathroom. his eyes trail over to the tub he had in there and an idea popped into his head. heâs never done this kind of thing before, but for you? heâd do anything.
starting up the bath, he adds different oils and soaps into it. lavender wafted through his nose and once he was satisfied with the water temperature, he came back for you.
âready for your bath?â he murmurs, scooping you up in his arms.
âyou drew a bath?â you question, shock evident in all of your features. he just laughs, bringing you into the bathroom. he eases you in before getting in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
âonly the best for my best girl, right?â he presses a kiss against your ear before nuzzling into your neck. you let out a content hum, leaning back into his arms.
there was a quiet beat, a moment where the two of you could just enjoy the closeness together as you came down from your highs. gojo cant tell if itâs his proximity to you or the soothing scent of lavender infiltrating his mind, but it has him wanting to say those three little words heâs never said to anyone â reserving it just for you in a moment like this.
âi love you.â the words tumble out of his mouth and into your ear. he can almost feel you shiver as you take in what he just said. he didnât feel any fear, he knew youâd say it back.
and for something he ran from his whole life, itâs never felt easier. his world shifting on his axis as you return those three words to him, finally capturing his heart and never letting him go.
11 and 21 with gojo please please PLEEK
One Bed + Hate Sex

cw: ex!gojo x fem reader, smut, one face slap (on him), degradation but also praising ig?, possessive gojo, 2k words (this almost consumed me)
note: i got a litte crazy in the process of "why would i hate gojo" and ending up taking an extra prompt from the list for this so... ta dah ⨠ex boyfriend gojo enjoy
This is part of The ClichÊs ⢠event

âIt's been a whileâ Satoru greets.
One year itâs a long time, seeing him makes your stomach hurt but you realize you donât carry as much resentment as you used to.
After your break you asked to be sent on missions far from tokyo, you knew eventually you would see Gojo Satoru again, and there he was, in casual clothes standing by the exit of the train station you agreed to meet at.
You felt him before you turned around the corner, and he felt you too. His six eyes could see the flames of your cursed energy increasing and decreasing as you tried to control your emotions. When you showed up he smiled, eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.
âIndeed.â
The director of Kyoto explained Gojo was meeting you there cause he got a lead on a special grade cursed object and you would be his companion on the search that would start tomorrow morning. That shouldnât be hard, right?Â
âHow've you been?â he asks politely.
âWe donât need to do thatâ you reply quickly as both of you made your way to the cabs.
âWhy? Am I supposed to not care for your well-being anymore?â his question would seem innocent to anyone, but you have trained ears for Gojo Satoru, and you can tell when heâs being patronizing.
âYes, just like I donât care about yoursâ you enter the cab and give the driver the name of your hotel, Gojo walks around the cab and sits beside you. The close proximity of him in this confined space already makes you uneasy.
âDonât be like that, I know thatâs not trueâ he puts his arm behind you, his cologne invading your senses and you consider rolling down the windows, but nostalgia stops you, âNo matter what you say, i can still read you like a bookâ he whispers moving some strands of hair out of your shoulder.
Gojo knows youâre too well-mannered to do or say anything to him in this cab, you donât wanna embarrass yourself in front of the driver even though heâs a stranger. Gojo always hated how much you cared about other peopleâs opinions â one of the things that you constantly fought about near the end of your relationship â yet he knew how to use that on his advantage.
The cab drops you off in front of your hotel and you leave Gojo to pay for it while making your way to the reception, giving your last name.
âIâm sorry, miss, I couldnât find a reservation under your nameâ the girl at the reception says.
âWhaâ didnât you make a reservation?â you ask Gojo.
âI thought you were gonna make itâ he shrugs and you have to restrain yourself from attacking him.
âFine. Two rooms for tonight onlyâ you turn to the receptionist again.
âSorry maâam, weâre all booked for tonightâ she explains.
âCan you check again?â Gojo extends a membership card and she types something on her computer.
âOh we have one master suit available for premium membersâ you roll your eyes.
âWe'll take itâ he says.
âWait, just one?â you intervene.
âI'm afraid so, itâs the only room available for tonight.â
âSo whatâs gonna be, baby? Sleep with me or on the street?â he pushes his sunglasses down his nose bridge, wanting to see in detail your facial expressions as he teases.
âDonât you dare call me thatâ you growl at him, âI shouldnât have agreed to this missionâ you mumble the last part looking around and considering your options.
âBut it was not your decision to make, was it? Youâre too much of a people pleaser to even question an order from those bags of bones you respect so muchâ he mocks bringing in a frequent fight topic.
âWe'll have the roomâ you turn to the receptionist after realizing you didnât have much to do anyways, right now you just look forward to locking yourself in the bathroom for at least one hour while you wash all the Gojo Satoru out of your system.
Gojo offered to carry your small one-night bag, but as expected you donât let him take it, once you arrive at the room you canât help but admiring how fancy it is. Just the kind of place Gojo used to get for the two of you.
âGood thing itâs a king sizeâ you murmur looking at the huge bed, should be enough to sleep without touching him.
Gojo walks past you, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, the shirt underneath raising slightly but enough for you to take a peek at his back muscles and gulp.
âI'm going to showerâ you announce, taking some clothes out of your bag and leaving your phone at the nightstand.
âWithout me?â he blinks suggestively.
âUghâ you slam the bathroom door in disgust.
Gojo laughs and lays at the bed getting comfortable, he reminisce the times when you were dating and he showed up at your hotel even if he was not part of your mission, he would get you a secret upgrade for a room with hot tub and sat there with you leaning on his chest while you talked about a future where you would be a teacher alongside him and not need to travel so much. Later he would assure the two of you would make it work through kisses and sweet whispers while fucking you slowly and passionately and take you out on a nice restaurant afterwards.
Gojo is pulled out of the memory lane by your phoneâs message tone, he doesn't think twice before reaching to see what's your notification.
> did you arrive well? Xx
Suddenly he sees red. The contact name is unknown to him and he prides himself on knowing almost every sorcerer in Japan. So who the fuck is that?
Once the bathroom door opens, Gojo confronts you immediately.
âYou moved on quite fastâ you look up, noticing the phone in his hand and quickly trying to snatch it back before he disappears from the bed and reappears behind you.
âDonât fucking test me, Satoruâ you try again.
âWhoâs he? Huh?â
âNone of your businessâ you get closer and on your tiptoes to retrieve the phone, Satoru holds your wrist with more strength than necessary.
âIs he a curse-user? Kyoto faculty? Answer meâ he pushes you until your back hits the wall, throwing your phone over his shoulder â not giving two shits if it breaks â and moves to be in between your legs, holding both your wrists above your head in one hand.
âNone, get off of meâ.
âNonâ youâre dating a civilian?â he laughs, the psycho laughter gives you chills.
âYou have no right to speculate about my own private life!â you tried to kick him, but he closed your legs between his own.
âThat's why you broke up with me? To be with a boring fucking no-one?â thatâs the angriest you ever seen Satoru, even when you fought he always kept his voice down, as if to tease you even more.
âI did break up and you didnât even question it, did you? Didnât even put up a fight!â you yell like youâve been meaning for so long, after a big fight you yelled that you two should break up and his âyeah, maybe we shouldâ shocked you.
Satoruâs grip loses around your wrists, his big blue eyes look down at your anger filled ones seeing a hint of hurt in the features of the girl he fell madly in love with.
Fuck, he missed you so much.
You're panting at this point, both of you stay silent until your gaze falls to his lips, that's all the encouragement he needs to close the gap and kiss you, you gasp when the towel slides down to your feet, now physically and emotionally exposed to him. Gojo groans when he touches the bare skin of your waist and your arms fall on top of his shoulders. Itâs incredible how quick you surrender to him, lips parting for him to taste his beloved one.
You canât help the way your body reacts to him, not even when you attempt to rub yourself on his thigh and he stops you.
ââS your boyfriend not taking care of you?â his tone drips mockery, a hand crawls up grabbing your breast harshly.
Before you can send him to hell his tongue is shoved back inside your mouth and you rub your thighs together already feeling yourself getting wetter.
âFucking slutâ he groans on your lips pinching your nipple and moving to cup your cunt, âDoes he touch you like this? Like the whore you are? Or he treats you like a little delicate thing you pretend to be?â
Your palm acts fast to slap his cheek.
âFuckâ he moans, the burn on his face going stray to his dick as he ruts against your stomach.
Satoru slides the hand between your legs to spread your slick and press the heel of his palm on your clit, you whine, pressing your back against the wall.
âYouâre not getting away from me, so donât even tryâ your former boyfriend pushes his fingers without much resistance from your moist walls.
âT-Toruâ you shut your eyes letting the nickname escape. This is all he dreamed of, having his name come out of your lips again, but he still couldnât get over the fact you let someone else touch you, especially someone that did not understand you like he did. Someone that had no idea the type of job you had and how dangerous it was. Someone that would stand up during the mission assignments to volunteer for the most dangerous ones so you wouldnât go.
âThatâs right, baby, say my nameâ he curls his long fingers inside you, moving one arm out of his shoulder to guide your hand into his pants, where you quickly wrap around his length. You move his pants and underwear out of the way, the hot skin of his dick touches your stomach and you look down. And god, he has such a pretty cock itâs unfair.
âWanna suck me, gorgeous?â he murmurs, watching the lust in your eyes, âMissed my cock in your mouth?â he hits the sweet spot inside you harder when you don't answer, âSay itâ he grabs your jaw forcing you to stare at the dark ocean in his eyes.
âY-Yes, I missed your cockâ you confess, letting out all the times you pretended it was him pleasuring you instead of your fingers.
You squeeze his base when he fastens his fingers and your orgasm approaches, but it doesn't take long before he removes them and you whine.
âYouâre all bark and no bite, all it takes is having your pussy played with and you get quietâ he bites your lobe, his harsh words make you wanna hide your face in embarrassment.
âSatoru, pleaseâ you beg and pull his pants all the way down trying to move to get on your knees.
âNo, youâll take what I give youâ he grabs your arm and pushes you onto the bed, discarding his shirt before moving to position your knees on the mattress, âYouâre lucky if I even let you cum tonightâŚâ he strokes his cock with your remaining moisture on his hand before moving to bury himself in your walls, â... after everything you put me throughâ he confesses the last part in a hush.
âM-Me? Fuck you, Satoruâ he fucks you roughly, not giving you time to argue back.
âYeah, youâ he punctuates with a particularly hard trust, âCanât believe you were sleeping with someone all this timeâ his voice breaks but his pace doesn't.
You feel him in your cervix, but his tone pulls you out of your pleasure to explain yourself.
âIâm noâ notâ you whisper and he stops to lean over you.
âWhat was that?â
âIâm not⌠sleeping with him, heâs notâ heâs no oneâ you confess slightly turning your head to look at him, his eyes squint as you feel his hot breathing against your neck and chest on your back.
âGoodâ he straightens up and pulls out. You turn around sitting on the bed and pulling him by the neck to kiss you again, Satoru complies, crawling with his lips attached to yours, until you're laying on the pillows wrapping your legs around his waist so heâs back inside you, âMissed this cunt so badâ he cups you again, feeling the way your lips stretch to his length while sucking on your nipples.
You arch your back âHate you so⌠muchâ agh!â
âNo you donât, you never haveâ he bites your nipple and your nails sink on his back.
âThis is pretty empty for an all booked hotelâ you comment when you sit at the restaurant for breakfast the next morning while a cup filled to the brim with coffee, having slept only 4 hours since Satoru kept you up all night, denying your orgasm until you begged and apologized.
âIs it?â Gojo tilts his sunglasses looking around, finding only four other tables occupied while you stare at him suspiciously. He wonders how long itâll take for you to find out that on the way there he booked every single room except one so you wouldnât have a choice.

see also: Gojo + Fake Dating # Toji + Forbidden Love
Gojo Satoru being so horny he fucked you in every position he can come up with until you are sore and sticky with cumâşď¸
a/n: đđđ
cw: f! reader, implied breeding kink, manhandling, 18+


gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, youâ heâs had a long day and heâs so exhausted, he missed you, heâs been thinking about you all day. youâd be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.
âhi satoru baby, how was worââ
but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken abackâ yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.
you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walkedâ not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,
you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.
no panties underneath either, just how he liked.
â. . . sâsatoru,â you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now heâs currently in mating pressâ fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimperâ feeling him balls deep. âfâfuckfuckfuck.â
âbabyâ cummingâ again,â he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,
he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. â. . . uhââ he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.
âm' so full, satoru,â you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, heâs just inches deepâ feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,
each time he releases a load, itâs a lot, itâs so much to where it starts to run down your thighsâ yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. âyâyouâre stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,â
he whines, leaning in to kiss you againâ his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,
barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before heâs ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.
âi knowâ but baby, i have to,â he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.
his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.
âcouldnât help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgownâ ass all out just for me,â he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. âhad to fuck you as soon as i came back homeâ missed my favorite pussy sâbaddddd.â
gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.
just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over againâ it makes his mouth water, salivateâ
he just loves the way when heâs about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.
âmhmâ listen to it, baby,â
he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet heâs filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hiltâ
and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojoâs cum spurt inside your cunt, itâs so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open armsâ or in this case, open folds.
âyou look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,â he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. âcanât get enough of bein' inside youâ so good. pussy jusâ holdin' me h-hostage . . â
moan after moanâ load after load, youâre so full, you canât even grasp how much heâs given you of his seed, by this point youâve lost count.
so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojoâs thick cumâ just stuffing and stuffing you, youâre so dizzy,
just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimperedâ
his back covered with so many scratch marks by youâ itâs pretty in a way.
he canât wait to look at it later.




⊠â§âË âŠ how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days)

synopsis. suguru comes home to visit from college at the same time you doâexcept he brings satoru along. this is going to be a long break

word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)
contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when youâre kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered yall iâm sorry
notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak

everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguruâand likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.
theyâre a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luckâthere is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard whoâs had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and youâre stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.
youâve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothlessâyou were six, itâs normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesnât mean he escaped the toothless phase himselfâbut satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.
you donât smile with your mouth open even once around him that summer, not until suguru assures you that regardless of how many teeth you have, you have a lovely smile.
when youâre twelve, puberty does its thing, and now youâre stuck with acne-prone skinâalso a normal occurrence for people your age, but satoru makes sure to point out the giant pimple on your forehead every time he sees you. you make sure to let him know his haircut is as awful as his sense of style, and suguru tries his best not to choke himself with his charger as you both bicker.
satoru is gone that entire summer for a family cruise that youâre sure costs double your houseâhe comes back frighteningly taller than you remember him within the span of just a few weeks.
itâs been like that since you were kids. he comes over, finds a new thing to pick on through his smug grins and smooth chuckles, and you fume as you bite back with just as snarky rebuttals. he makes sure to never cross the line of going too farâitâs more for suguruâs sake, youâre fairly sureâbut stays right on the dot of getting just under your skin.
heâs annoying. a jerk. a rich snob. a privileged dickhead. heâs rude and disrespectful, with no tact, let alone any semblance of respect. you donât understand what could possibly make suguru want to hang around such a douchebag, but suguru cares about satoruâand satoru has always been there for your brother.
you donât understand it, but you respect it. as long as he doesnât wet your entire bathroom sink and mirror in the mornings after he stays over, you suppose you can coexist.
but you havenât seen him in agesânot outside of suguruâs instagram stories and posts. itâs been a long few years since the two of them have left for college, and by the time you leave too, life has its funny way of working, and, wellâŚyou donât bump into him anymore. it doesnât occur to you that satoru is not the same guy you used to know until you come back home to visit after your second year of college.
âsuguru,â you call, âi borrowed your hoodie. but you can have it backââ
you cut yourself off when you open the door to your brotherâs room, and lo and behold, stands a very shirtless gojo satoru, the white-haired and blue-eyed asshole youâve had to deal with since childhood. except heâs way taller than you remember himâjust how much does this guy grow, exactly? his shoulders are broader andâŚ.and since when did he have abs? thereâs a small tattoo just under his collarboneâwhen did he even get that? his hair is also longer, just enough to fall over his forehead and curtain those striking blue eyes of his.
he looksâŚwell, handsome. very handsome, in fact. dangerously handsome that it catches you by surprise as you blink.
heâs still shirtless, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he grins.
âhey, toothless,â he greets, voice deeper than the last time you heard itâbut it still sounds relatively the same. you think youâd always recognize satoruâs voice, whether youâd like to or not. and, of course, he just has to still use that ridiculous nickname after all these years. âlong time no see.â
âi have all my teeth nowâi have for a long time, yâknow. and put a shirt on, you freak,â you huff, rolling your eyes, âwhereâs suguru?â
âwhat, you donât enjoy the view?â he motions at his bare torso, like the shameless bastard he is, âmost girls love this viewââ
âand yet, youâre still single,â you cut him off, staring at him pointedly.
he grins impossibly wider, tugging his shirt over his body swiftlyâyou have to exercise all ounces of control not to gulp as you watch his biceps flex.
âkeepinâ track of my love life?â he wiggles his brows, âi know older men can be appealing but have a little class. your poor brother would lose his shit if you went after his best friendââ
âsatoru,â you sigh, pinching your nose, âdo you age backward or something? how are you still this obnoxious after so long?â
âi practice in the mirror,â he winks, âitâs my charm.â
âthatâs hardly charming,â you roll your eyes, âanyway, whenever suguru comes back, let him know i left his hoodie, yeah?â
âsure,â he chuckles.
and then you close the door as you leaveâright before you stop, pause, and open it up again as youâre sticking your head back in when you make a shocking realization.
âwait, how long are you here for?â you ask, eyes wide.
he has the audacity to look smug as he taps his chin and pretends to thinkââoh, yâknow. just the rest of break. my old man took my mom on some trip, so iâm killing time here,â he shrugs.
great. lovely. wonderful. just what you needed.
you wish heâd drop deadâmaybe suguru will finally be forced to go outside of his one-man circle and actually befriend some respectable people.
âyou canât just stay at your place?â you hiss, âitâs certainly big enough.â
âwell, why be lonely in an empty home when we can have fun here?â he hums, âconsider yourself luckyâyou get to be housemates with me for aââ
âkeep to yourself,â you warn, cutting him off again through narrowed eyes and a dangerous glareâsatoru only looks more amused, raising his hands up in surrender.
with that, you turn again and almost shut the door when he calls for youââhey, toothless,â he says lowly, making you pause before turning to him with a raised brow. he smilesâitâs so unlike that usual smirk of hisâŚsomehow this one is a bit gentler as he murmurs, âyou look good. grew up well, yâknow.â
you blink. youâre not ready for thatâŚdidnât expect a compliment from gojo satoru himselfâespecially not after all this time of throwing mediocre insults your way.
you decide he must be messing with you, so you purse your lips as you click your teeth in irritation. âyeah, sure,â you say dryly.
you can hear his chuckles as you close the door againâthis is going to be a long break.
âââââ
just as expected, the house is simply not big enough for you and satoru.
the first time you run into him happens to be first thing after waking upâyouâre walking up to the door just as he twists the knob and opens it, walking out shirtless. again.
this time, however, heâs got beads of water rolling down his skin from his shower, right between his pecs, as a towel hangs around his shoulders. you can see his tattoo from up close now, a small infinity sign right under his collarbone that contrasts against his pale skin.
how tacky, you thinkâjust as youâd expect, even his choice of tattoos is questionable.
his hair is wetâitâs sticking to his forehead instead of the multiple directions it usually scatters around in that messy way it always does. youâve only felt satoruâs hair onceâwhen you were fifteen, and youâd hit him in the back of the head as you walked past him at the breakfast table. heâd made a jab at your dark circles. tests were around the corner, and unlike satoru, your grades actually mattered. you didnât expect his hair to be so soft, but it is, and you almost itch to twirl the strands around your fingers for a quick feel.
instead, you scowl and stomp off to your room as soon as your dishes are washed.
his hair is probably just as soft nowâmaybe even softer now that he actually probably cares to look after it. youâve heard suguru grumble about using two-in-one shampoo too many times when he comes back from spending the night at satoruâs. for a second, your fingers twitch to reach up and brush through a few strands on his foreheadâjust to feel them because they look soft. nothing else.
the urge is quickly killed as soon as he opens his mouth, however.
âoh, hey there, roomie,â he grins, âyouâre really doing all you can to catch me half naked, huh?â
âdonât flatter yourself,â you grumble.
âiâm just sayinâ,â he chuckles, âthatâs twice now. if you ask nicely, i might walk around like this just for you.â
itâs way too early for this.
by early, itâs actually late noon. now that finals arenât killing your free time, you stay up until ungodly hours to catch up with your social lifeâand it doesnât help that you can hear satoru and suguru stay up playing video games the next room over, either. suguru is probably still sleeping.
thatâs a bit of a shocker, in factâusually, itâs satoru that has to be dragged out of your brotherâs room to have breakfast (or brunch, really) before the kitchen is cleared up. why satoru is up first is beyond you.
maybe itâs just a cruel way for the universe to enjoy watching more of your veins pop.
âdoes that apply to asking you to leave? because then i suppose i can ask rather politely.â
he grins, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shoots you that smile with those pearly whites that irritate you to no end. youâre not sure why, but something about his smile looks so much different nowadaysâsomething about it just seems soâŚ.mature.
thatâs a word you didnât think youâd ever use to describe satoru.
âmm, not quite,â he hums, âyouâre still stuck with me.â
âwhatever,â you mutter, rolling your eyes. âmove, i want to shower before suguru wakes up.â
âyou have time,â he steps to the side, letting you enter the bathroom, âheâs probably not waking up anytime soonâwoah.â
satoruâs shirt is on the floorâwhy, you may ask? because heâs an annoying idiot who doesnât have to clean up after himself when people have always been around to do it for him. he never has to care to aim and toss his clothes into the hamper because the maids will pick up after him anyway. old habits die hard, you supposeâyouâve listened to suguru complain about satoruâs messiness not improving even after being his roommate for the last few years. itâs never been your problem, but you donât appreciate it now that youâre slipping over the fabric on the tiled floor, falling backwards with a squeal.
but satoruâs quickâhe catches you with those strong arms of his and wraps them tightly around you, keeping you securely in place as he steadies you against his chest.
his bare chest, in fact.
you can feel the slight dampness seeping into your shirt, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he exhales in relief once he makes sure youâre safe. you almost shiverâalmost, but you manage to scrape together enough self-control to stay painfully still in his grasp.
âyou okay?â he murmurs gently, voice a low whisper against your skin. thereâs no bite to his words. no amusement or teasing or even smugness. itâs genuine, the way he checks on you.
this isâŚnew. very, very new.
âyeah,â you breathe, letting out a sharp breath. and thenââmaybe keep your clothes in the fucking hamper next time, though.â
âsorry,â the smile in his voice is almost audibleâyou canât see it from where you are, but you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes, and satoru makes no move to loosen his arms around you. for some reason, you donât move.
youâre not sure why, but you just donât.
âyouâre still just as messy, huh?â you roll your eyesâhe laughs, and itâs a smooth, boyish chuckle that almost makes you wonder for a moment if this is why girls seem to love satoru so much despite his god-awful personality.
itâs a pretty beautiful soundâyou hate that you have to admit that to yourself.
âyeah,â he admits, âit drives suguru nuts.â
âyeah, i canât imagine why,â you snort. itâs like that for a momentâsatoruâs muscled arms around you and hard chest pressed against your back. finally, you clear your throat. âyou can let go now, you know.â
âright,â he mumbles, slowly pulling awayâand when you turn to face himâŚ.is that disappointment? on his face? you donât get a chance to be sure because then heâs bending down to pick up his shirt before heâs standingâheâs already wiped the expression from his features completely by then. âsorry about that, toothless. iâll keep my shirts off the floor next time.â
âthat would be so kind of you,â you smile sarcastically.
and then you shut the door in his face and exhale as you lean against the wall.
this is going to be a longer break than you thought.
âââââ
the next time you run into him, itâs late at night. everyone is asleepâeven your brother and his headache of a best friend, if the silence tells you anything. you canât sleep, though, so you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for snacks. youâre skimming through the pantry before your eyes land on a surpriseâa box of strawberry pocky sits nice and enticingly, right there for you to open and devour.
you grin, reaching over whenâ
âthose are mine,â satoru calls, stepping into the kitchen, âbrought them over myself. you should ask before touching peopleâs things.â
âyou literally ate my leftovers the other night,â you say incredulously.
âthose were yours? i thought they were suguruâs.â he raises a brow in surprise, making you click your teeth in irritation.
âthe principle of asking still applies,â you purse your lips. and then defiantly, you open the box and grab a pack right before his eyes.
he scowlsâbut you know he doesnât actually mind because he waits for you to finish grabbing yours before taking the box and grabbing his own pack and a coke from the fridge. you both take a seat at the kitchen table, across from each other, as you open the packaging and silently eat your newfound snack.
itâs satoru who breaks the silence first.
âdo you still throw away the ends of these?â
you huff indignantly, not meeting his eyes as you take a bite off the strawberry-covered end, stopping at just where the cookie portion is uncoated. âyes. iâm eating these for the coatingânot the bland biscuit part.â
âwhatâre you, five?â he snickers, earning a glare from you. defiantly, you pop the end of the pocky stick into your mouth just to prove a pointâand then the look of distaste makes him cackle louder.Â
âshut up,â you hiss, âyou talk too much.â
âthe ladies love it when i do,â he bats his lashesâyou stare at him blankly, unimpressed.
âyeah, as if.â
âhey, my ex-girlfriend totally did,â he defends.
ex-girlfriend? thatâs a bit of a shockerâyou didnât know satoru dated anyone in the last few years, you havenât seen or heard anything of it through suguruâs end. in all realness, you didnât even think satoru was the boyfriend typeâŚbut then again, heâs not really the anything type. he just kind of exists to take up space and be the bane of your existence.Â
âi hope the poor girl is recovering well after dating you,â you shake your head, feigning a concerned look on your face that makes him roll his eyesâtheyâre still disturbingly bright even in the dark kitchen, dimly lit by the slightest bit of moonlight pouring in through the small window.
âi dated her freshman and sophomore year,â he says casually. you also didnât expect thatâthat it lasted that long. something about satoru doesnât strike you as the long-term relationship kind of guy. something about him doesnât seem like the relationship kind of guy at all. not because heâs the type to mess around casually, but because he seems the type to seem disinterested all aroundâheâs snobby like that. âshe wasâŚalright, i guess.â
yeah. very snobby.
âyou are such a sick bastard,â you spit.
he snorts, taking a bite of his pocky as he shakes his head in amusement. youâre as feisty as everâitâs always fun riling you up, even if unintentionally.
âhey, itâs not like she was bad. she was justâŚwell, she wasnât interested in me like that either,â he shrugs, âi think it was just the sex. it was good, canât lie there.â
âyouâre so gross,â you roll your eyes, âhave some decorum.â
âwhat, youâre still sixteen?â he raises a brow, lips curling into a smirk as he reaches for another pocky, âcanât say the word s-e-x?â
âi donât broadcast my sexual activities out in the open,â you shrug.
satoru chuckles, taking a bite that more or less finishes the entire stick in one go before he presses a finger to his lips, âshh. donât say that too loudâsuguru will come chase you from his room if he hears.â
âsuguru,â you groan, âheâs such a pain to have around sometimes. yâknow i dated this one guy last year. i think suguru mightâve paid him to dump me.â
âi know. he definitely thought about it,â satoru hums, âhe used to go off about it all the time. he was right, thoughâthat guy was a total prick.â
something about you is mildly shocked that satoru knows about your private lifeâsure, itâs not outrageous or even the slightest bit unlikely that suguru mentions you. satoru and suguru are best friends, and you happen to be suguruâs sisterâof course, suguru is bound to mention you here and there. itâs just the fact that satoru even pays attention to anything to do with you that surprises youâalthough you suppose it would be a good way for him to find his next source to push your buttons.
âiâm not surprised you think heâs a prick,â you nod, âit takes one to know one, after all.â
âoh yeah?â he snorts, waving you off, âi do, in fact remember anniversaries, yâknow.â
âokay,â you sigh, defeatedâyour ex-boyfriend is admittedly not at the top of the list of your brightest choices. not even up halfway on the list. in fact, heâs so low on the list of good choices youâve made, that willingly choosing to interact with satoru feels like an exceptional decision in comparison. and thatâs saying something. âhe was pretty bad. but he was really hot. when a guy looks like that, his values are the least of my worries.â
itâs a jokeâyouâre sure he knows that. but satoru takes a long sip from his coke, silent for a moment. you donât think youâve ever seen him so serious, especially so suddenly.
âhe canât be that hot,â he mutters.
âoh he was really hot. probably the hottest guy iâve ever talked toââ satoru bites his pocky a bit aggressively at that, âand he was so tall. maybe taller than youâhow tall are you again? anyway, he was pretty enough to overlook his shortcomings.â
âheâs probably not taller than me,â he grumbles, frowning. you snortâmen and their fragile little egos, you think in amusement.
âhe was,â you tease, âhe was so tall, iâd let him do whatever he wanted.â
âthatâs a terrible way to look at it,â he scrunches his brows, âyou shouldnât let some guy walk all over you because heâs tall and his face is a bit easy on the eyesââ
âi know youâre not talkingââ
âiâm serious,â he cuts you off. something about him reminds you of suguru for a momentâlike he cares who youâre with because he has a reason to. as if you mean something to him, as if knowing someone who doesnât deserve you has you in their palms is upsetting.
but then you shake the thought out of your headâsatoru doesnât care. heâs never had a reason to, and you donât exactly plan to give him one, either.
âokay, dad,â you roll your eyes, âi learned my lesson. i have standards now.â
âgood,â he nodsâand then, as if to keep himself in character, he adds, âbecause i donât want to help suguru kill someone, and itâs over something lame like forgetting his little sisterâs anniversary. iâd like to go to jail for something more badass.â
âyou and badass donât belong in the same sentence,â you raise a brow. âletâs be realistic.â
âoh yeah? thatâs rich coming fromââ
âguys, it is five in the morning,â suguru grumbles, throwing a water bottle at satoruâs head. you glance at the kitchen entrance, eyeing a half-asleep and very irritable suguru as he crosses his arms, âcanât you idiots fight over whoâs more of a loser at reasonable hours? some of us like to sleep.â
âwant one?â you offer your pack of pocky, holding it out to him.
suguru blinks, contemplating for a second before sighing and trudging over.
âyeah,â he mutters, flicking your forehead. âgimme that.â
you watch woefully as suguru takes the entirety of your pack, swiftly sitting next to satoru and leaving you empty-handed. satoru snickers obnoxiously at the deflated look on your faceâand then he holds out his pack to you.
you look between him and the pack for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. itâs a rare sightâhe drinks it in as you carefully take one and bicker over something with suguru.
youâre pretty when you smile, he thinksâpretty enough that if you had horrible values (which you donât), he might feel inclined to understand your (awful) reasoning for a moment.
and then he blinks and shakes the thoughts out of his headâitâs going to be a long break.
âââââ
satoru meets you when youâre six.Â
heâs nine at the time, and he feels on top of the world knowing heâs three whole years older than youâin hindsight, three years is not a very large gap, but to nine-year-old him, it feels like centuries. heâs remembered you as the fun little drama queen thatâs too easy to poke fun at for yearsâthatâs all youâve always been: suguruâs younger sister who puffs her cheeks out and scowls way too often to be normal, the girl thatâs way too easy to tease than should be standard.Â
somehow, he wasnât expecting for you to come back so grownâŚand so hot. suddenly, it really hits him that youâre not a kidâhave not really been for a long time now. heâs always treated you like youâre way younger than he is, way too little to be in his presence and be worthy of itâbut youâve really become a fine young woman.
a magnetizing one, in fact.
itâs now his third night at your houseâyour parents are as lovely and welcoming as ever, and suguru is always a good time to be around. but somehow, satoru is not satisfied. not anywhere near sated by the few, minimal moments of contact with you.Â
when did you get so pretty? although, as much as satoru has always liked to poke fun at you, youâve never been ugly. not even a littleâbut youâve grown into your features better, outgrown the awkward teenage era of your life, and now present yourself with a newfound confidence that just looksâŚso good. satoru doesnât see his best friend's kid sister anymoreâno, thereâs something so alluring about you now.
the nail on the coffin that solidifies heâs officially screwed is when you mention your ex-boyfriendâwhy would your dating life make him this irrationally angry? why is the thought of someone being on the receiving end of your praise (and shameless heart-eyes) so aggravating for him?Â
he doesnât knowâbut what he does know is that the raging boner has been killing him all morning ever since he woke up fromâŚwell, less than proper dreams about you.
so now heâs here, forehead pressed against your shower wall as the hot water hits his back, swollen cock in his fist as he thumbs at the tip, teasing the slit just the way he likes. he thinks about youâhow heâd show you what makes him feel good, how youâd probably learn fast and take care of him just the way he needs.Â
your hand would look so much daintier compared to hisâsmaller, but heâs sure it would still feel infinitely better.Â
he bites his lip, fighting back a moan as he strokes himself slowly, pre cum smeared along the length of his hard, aching cockâred and angry at the tip, leaking with more pre cum no matter how many times his thumb collects every drop.Â
âf-fuckââ he breathes, and his voice lets out a shaky, breathy little call of your nameâheâs screwed if anyone hears it. heâs sure you and suguru will both band together to kill him, but thankfully, the words are lost in the sound of the shower running. âfuck baby,â he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he whines.Â
itâs soft and quiet, the noises he makesâcareful and deliberately hushed to make sure no one hears the improper way heâs thinking of you right now. but fuck, your tits are so pretty when you walk out of your room in a t-shirt in the morningsâhe can just tell youâre not wearing a bra. he canât stop thinking about it, canât stop trying to picture what theyâd look like uncovered and bouncing.
âjusâ like that, baby,â he pants, whimpering softly as he squeezes around his tip, teasing himself with that slow, painful pace of his.Â
satoru is sure that if it were you, that if the hand stroking his cock right now was yours, you would never let him cum so easilyâyouâd drag it out just like this, pump him slowly and twist your hand around him in a pace thatâs painfully not enough before ever thinking about letting him come undone.Â
itâs just the way that you areânever ready to back down from a challenge, unwilling to go down without a fight. but he loves it, he thinksâlives for the way you keep him on his toes and work for the satisfaction.Â
âmore,â he gasps, ân-need moreâgimme more, sweetheart.â
he imagines itâthe way youâd kiss his jaw, maybe even the corner of his mouth, as you hum. say please, toru, youâd probably sayâand fuck, heâd kill to hear you say toru.Â
âplease,â he rasps, âplease, baby. d-donât tease.â
he can practically hear your light giggles, the sweet, okay, baby. no more teasing, that you might whisper. heâd also kill to hear you call him babyâheâs almost nauseous at the idea that some other guy mustâve heard the pet name from your lips before him. and then he lets himself pump his erection faster, squeezing tighter as his thighs quiver while he stands in the shower.Â
fuckâyou feel so good. youâre not even here, but heâs sure you do, and heâs desperate to envision it. it practically hurtsâthe way heâs so hard and swollen and ready to release. just for you, he wants to tell you, heâs going to cum all for you.Â
âbaby,â he whimpers, ââm so, so closeâfuck âm gonna cum. âs for youâgonna cum for youângh, sh-shit.â
and then thereâs cum on the tile walls, on his hands, on his abs as they flex with every labored breath. satoru cumsâhard. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted with a silent cry as he pants and strokes himself through his high. youâd kiss him, he likes to think, on his jaw and cheeks and maybe the tip of his nose as you sit on his lap and work him through his orgasm. youâd watch him closely, take in the way he comes undone for you, maybe even call him your pretty boy as he paints your hand white with his seed.
would you praise him? murmur softly into his ear and seal the gentle words with a kiss to his skin? would you stroke his hair from his face as you admire his blissful, fucked out little expression? maybe heâd ask you thenâmaybe heâd ask you to admit heâs way more handsome than that douchebag you dated as your hand holds his softening cock, sticky with his release.
god, what he wouldnât do to see your hands coated with his cumâdid you do this for your ex? did he look as hot as you claim he was when he came for you? the thought makes him sourâhe grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the idea, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at the mess heâs made.
he should feel badâthis is wrong. so, so wrongâsuguru would kill him if he was aware satoru was lusting over his little sister. but it felt so fucking goodâheâs never cum as hard as when heâs pictured cumming for you.Â
it canât be that wrong, if thatâs the caseâcan it?
ââ
âsuguru,â your voice is shrill, deadlyâlike youâre out for blood. ânext time you jack off in the shower, maybe clean the fucking wall? are you joking?â
âwhaâi definitely cleaned that,â suguru defends.Â
oh, fuck, satoru thinksâhe forgot to clean that. so he makes himself very scarce and stays within the confinements of suguruâs bedroomâhis messy habits are starting to really catch up to him. if his defense, he really would clean that upâŚitâs just that he was a bit distracted.Â
âso you admit you jack off in our shower? our shower?â you sound inconsolable, downright devastated, and borderline hysterical. having siblings seems like a lot of trouble, he thinksâbut then again, sometimes satoru is jealous of your bond with suguru. itâd be nice to have someone in his family he can actually depend on. âkeep that shit for your bedroom, you jackass!â
âwell, how am i supposed to do that when satoru is there? you tell me.â
âi donât know! figure it the fuck outâyou guys probably jack off together anyway.â
âwhat?â suguru sounds appalled, âwe do notâthatâs outrageous.â
âwhatever,â you sayâyou sound almost murderous as you warn, ânext time you better clean up your fucking mess, you asshole.â
satoru canât help but smile a littleâyour pointer finger is definitely held up as you scold suguruâyouâre so cute when youâre mad, he thinks. he almost wants to step out and catch a glimpse, but he decides against it for now.
silently, satoru thanks his best friend for taking one for the teamâeven if it was unknowingly.
âââââ
itâs night four.Â
satoru has surprisingly kept to himselfâhe even promptly looked away after meeting your eyes in the kitchen yesterday morning as you walked in for breakfast. thatâsâŚnew. a lot about satoru is new.Â
heâs taller and more muscular nowâat one point, suguru used to tower over his scrawny little form. now heâs seemed to grow into his body, seemed to learn how to style himself better, and actually do his hair a bit. itâs still messy now that heâs just lazing around in your homeâbut itâs oddly handsome.Â
scarily handsome, in fact.Â
you donât enjoy the idea of thinking about the jerk of your childhood like thatâbut ever since you felt the hard press of his chest against your back, sometimes you wonder what itâs like to know satoru outside of just your older brotherâs obnoxious friend.Â
maybe, somewhere along the line, had you put your pride aside and actually tried to get to know him, maybe you both could at least be friendly. but then again, thereâs never been any real animosity between you twoâyou can share a lighthearted talk from time to time, like that night in the kitchen.Â
you decide not to dwell on it too much, decide that heâs not really worth your thoughts when heâs just a guy whoâs always been a bit too spoiled to learn how to be humble. instead, you go down to the kitchen to grab another pack of strawberry pockyâsatoru will just have to deal with it. if he doesnât want his snacks eaten, he shouldnât keep them in the pantry where anyone could stumble across them.
you walk into the kitchen untilâoh. itâs satoru. again.
âoh, hey,â he grins cheekily, taking a sip of his cokeâhe needs to break the habit of having so much sugar this late at nightâŚbut then again, why would it matter to you? âstalkinâ me?â
âfor an unwelcomed guest, you sure do talk a lot,â you roll your eyes, making his lips curl into a smug little smirk.Â
âi donât knowâyour parents seem to love having me over. what if i become their newest son?â
âi doubt my parents are looking to adopt you,â you raise a brow, slightly amused.Â
he hums, sipping his coke before blinking at you through those long, perfect lashes of his. âwell, there are other ways to blend into a family. marriage, for example, is a great way.â
âyou and my brother might as well marry each other,â you snort, âno one else will do it.â
âwho said anything about suguru?â he winks, chuckling when your face twists into an exaggerated look of horrorâalways as dramatic as ever, you are. he canât help but find an endearing side to it now.
satoru stands, walks over to where you are and stands in front of you as you scoff, shaking your head as you huff out a disbelieving chuckle.Â
âthatâs pushing it,â you muse, âmarrying you would be the last open option iâd have leftâand even then i doubt iâd ever take it.â
âyeah?â he raises a brow, leaning in so close, you can practically feel his breath fan over you. he smells like expensive cologne and your shampooâwhy is he using yours instead of suguruâs? before you can even ask him what heâs doing, he throws away the empty can of coke in the trash can behind you, eyes bright with amusement as your breath hitches.
itâs like he knowsâthe fucking asshole.
âyeah,â you breathe, âyou donât deserve me,â you try to say matter-of-factly. it comes off a bit more breathless than you intendedâthe air feels suffocating. maybe because satoru is so close, maybe because his breath is on your face, maybe because all you can smell and feel and hear is him.Â
you canât find it in yourself to pull awayâwhy arenât you pulling away? itâs just like that day he caught you, when his arms wrapped around you and all you felt like doing was lean into his chest. what about satoru and you has shifted so quickly to make you want to do that? what makes him so easy to fall into when all youâve always known was to shove at him?
he hums, leaning in closer and closer until his forehead touches yours. âyou know who didnât deserve you?â he asks, âthat shitty ex of yours.â
you look up at him with wide eyes, speechless as his hands find purchase of your hips, grabbing them and pulling you closerâand against better judgment, your hands lay themselves across his chest. itâs as firm as you remember it.Â
âhow would you knowââ
âheard suguru rant about it all the time,â he murmurs, âhow he forgot your dates. got you a shitty birthday present. didnât show up to your anniversary. made you hang out with his friends and didnât even meet half of yours. youâre tellinâ me he deserves you more than me?â
âhe was hotââ
âyeah? and iâm not?â
heâs cockyâyou hate that about him. always did. but heâs so close, so intoxicating, so irresistible, and fuck, he is hotâso incredibly hot, youâve been losing sleep over it the last four nights no matter how hard you try to deny it.Â
âsatoru, what are youââ
âyâknow, iâve been helping suguru pick your birthday presents since you were twelve. iâd pick you the best gifts,â his nose is brushing against yours now, lips just millimeters away from his as he speaksââand i never forget an important date. iâm very punctual too, believe it or not. iâd meet your little friendsâshow âem what a catch i am when you introduce me.â
âand what am i supposed to do with this information?â you ask defiantly.
itâs a last-ditch effortâyou both know this. you know exactly what he wants you to do with this information.Â
âi donât know, sweetheart,â he chuckles, âwhat do you think?â
and then youâre kissing himâbecause fuck, satoru is right there, and how could you not? his chest is under your palms, his lips are right against yours, and you can feel his thumb rub circles into your hips.Â
so you kiss himâloop your arms around his neck and tug him closer and press your lips to his. he groans, responds almost instantly as his mouth molds against yours, kissing you deeper as his hand moves to cup your cheek.
your lips are softer than he thought, and his hair is silky against your fingers. you tug at the strands, grab a handful, and feel them against your fingers like youâve wanted to for so long. and when he nips at your bottom lip, who are you to deny him? your lips part, letting his tongue slide in and taste you with a breathy sigh that makes your knees wobble.Â
âs-satoru,â you stutter, whispering between kisses, âsuguru might come in like last timeââ
âgod,â he groans, head burying into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, âdonât fucking talk about your brother right now. please.â
âmy room,â you say urgentlyâitâs all he needs to hear before his hands are on your ass, grabbing you as you wrap your legs around his hips. itâs urgent, the way his mouth is back on yoursâhe doesnât pull away even once the entire walk to your room, not even when he lets your back fall onto the mattress as he hovers over you, pressing kisses along your collarbone.Â
no bra, he notes happily, his hand sneaking under your shirt to toy with your pert nipples.Â
âgod, youâve been driving me fuckinâ crazy,â he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt over your arms and tossing it over his shoulder. he stares, takes in the sight of the same tits heâs been fantasizing over for the last few days in awe. âyou know that? been thinkinâ about these for days,â he says lowly, cupping your tit and massaging as he presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âyouâre shameless,â you mutter, snorting before you cut yourself off with a gasp as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and pulling a soft whine from you.
âshhh,â he chuckles, tilting his head toward the wall next to you, âdonât want suguru to hear, do you? that wouldnât be nice, would it?â
âitâll be worse for you than me,â you grin, tugging at the hem of his own shirt, indicating you want it off. he grins widely, wiggling his brows and making you purse your lips.
âwanna see me shirtless again, huh? third times the charm, as they say,â he winks. you would retort with something as witty, but then your eyes fall on that tattoo againâright under his collarbone, making your hand reach out to trace it with your thumb.Â
âwhat compelled you to get this corny little tattoo of yours,â you grin, giggling as you trace over the small infinity sign.Â
for the first time, you think you witness satoru shy, blushing as he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. âthatâŚwhat was an accident. when i got drunk for the first time.â
âoh,â you snort, âyouâre so weak, satoruââ
âdo me a favor, sweetheart,â he hums, cutting you off, âas much as i love when you say my name, say toru for me, yeah? i wanna hear it.â
you roll your eyes, huffing as your hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core.Â
âtoru,â you say breathlessly, âmore.â
thatâs all he needs to hearâsatoru doesnât waste a second before heâs crawling between your legs, sliding your cute little pajama pants down your legs before meeting your dripping pussy.
itâs wetâso wet, he almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. just for old-time's sake. but the ache that shoots down to his cock reminds him that heâs in no position to tease you when heâs not faring any better himself. so he spreads your legs, kisses lightly at your clit in a feather-like touch that has you whimpering and clutching the sheets in anticipation.
âhow pretty,â he mumbles, âbeen hiding this pretty little thing all this time. what a perfect pussy.â
âsatoru,â you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him mostâequal parts because you really need his mouth on your cunt and equal parts because you really need him to shut up.Â
but he chuckles, takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, and watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing, arousal dripping and leaving a mess. itâs perfectâyouâre perfect, and he wants to take his time with you.Â
âgod, youâre soaked,â he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, âthatâs fuckinâ cute.â
before you can even whine at the way his words are shameless, his mouth is back to kissing your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucks and rolls his tongue along the sensitive bud. his fingers sink deep into you, pushing past your folds and slowly bullying into you until the tips of his fingers curl and brush against a spot that makes you squeal.Â
you gasp a breathy, âfuck, toruââ before he hums around your clit, vibrations making you whimper as he thrusts his fingers back in to hit that spot again. itâs sensitive, the way he makes you feelâyour nerves are on fire, and your head is light, and fuck, it feels so good you canât help but sob brokenly and squeeze your thighs around his head. he moans against your cunt, pulling his fingers out before letting his tongue lick a stripe along your slit, tasting you with a sharp inhale.Â
âf-feels good,â you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes crinkle at the corners from squeezing shut.
âyeah?â he hums, kissing your inner thigh, leaving a wet little sheen of his spit and your arousal on the skin, âthatâs a good girlâjust keep telling me how good i make you feel, kay?â
he could stay buried nose-deep into your pussy for as long as you let himâtongue alternating between fucking into you and rolling over your swollen clit, hearing the broken little gasps and whines of his name as you repeat toru over and over again like a prayer. his hand grips at your thigh, sinking his fingertips into the plush skin and rubbing soothingly with his thumb as you rut your hips and grind against his face.Â
satoru has half a mind to watch it againâto lick and suck at your core again and again just so he could burn into his mind what you look like when you cum. itâs divineâlike heâs halfway to stepping into heaven and has to pause just to admire the sight before him.Â
your hips leave the mattress as your back arches, and your fingers tug relentlessly at his roots as your walls quiver, letting satoru taste every drop of your release as you press a palm to your hand and try to keep yourself from squealing at the pleasure.
suguru is right next door. you canât wake himâcanât let him know this is what you and his best friend get up to in the late hours of the night.Â
itâs not until satoru pulls away, catching his breath as he wipes the wet trail on his chin does he realize how hard he isâhow badly heâs aching as his cock strains against his sweats. he hisses as he frees himself; ridding his sweats and boxers and wrapping a large hand around the tip of his erection and smearing the leaking pre cum along his length.Â
you watch in awe, reaching over and replacing his hand with yours. satoru was rightâyour hand is infinitely smaller than his, and yet, it feels a great deal better. so much better, in fact, that his arms shake as he hovers over you, burying his head into your neck and groaning as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.
he didnât even have to show you what he wanted, what makes him feel good, what makes his mind fog with pleasure and burn through every nerve. no, you figure it all out on your own, pulling strangled moans and hushed gasps from him that make your clit ache once more.Â
âfuck, baby,â he pants, âcanât last long like thisâcâmon, g-gotta feel you.â gently, he pries your hand from his thick, pulsing cock, laying it against your stomach as he peers down in fascination. âiâll be right here,â he hums, drawing a line on your skin right where his tip ends, âsee that? thatâs where youâll feel me, sweetheart.â
âthen let me feel you,â you murmur, cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, âfuck me, toruâwanâ it so bad.â
so he doesâdrags his tip along your folds and collects the slick pooling at your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. his jaw is clenched, breath labored as he waits for you to adjust, lets you kiss his cheeks and nose as you murmur how handsome he is, how perfect he feels, how good is to you.Â
âthat asshole ever make you cum?â he asks lowly, âhe ever eat your pussy like that? make you cum hard enough you had to cover your mouth so youâre not screaming his name?â
âno,â you breathe, quivering as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles, still painfully still as he stares down at you, ân-no, never. just youâonly youââ
âgood,â he grins, âthatâs what i like to hear. and when i make you cum on my cock, make sure to tell me heâs never done that either, yeah?â
âyouâre full of it,â you scoff, âalways have been.â
âand youâre full of me,â he says cheekily, chuckling as you glare half-heartedly. âcan i move, baby? please? need more, âs not enough. n-need moreââ
âyeah,â you whimper, pulling him closer, chests brushing against each other as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, âyeahâneed more too, toru.â
satoru, in all his years of knowing you, has never seen the side of you that could be this gentle. the side that glides your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his muscles, gently caressing the skin like itâs holy, like itâs not worthy of marksâinstead to be worshipped and revered with thoughtful touches. your lips sear into every part of him they can findâhis lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face digs into your neck. even your voice is a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, itâs like saying it wrong could break him.Â
your hips buck up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buries his cock into you as deep as itâll go with every harsh thrust. you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the back of your walls, your abused cunt sucking him in and hugging around him as he groans.Â
the friction feels sickening, like heâll pass out any second, like heâs floating between the precipice of pleasure and the edge of consciousness.Â
you do that to himâhe doesnât know how or when or why, but you make him feel like he doesnât have a grip on his own senses. he doesnât mind it so much, he thinksâdoesnât hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around him. it feels nicer that way, like itâs where he belongs.
âfuck, âs so tight,â he rasps, whining into your neck as your hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips are rutting into you sloppily now, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he nears his highâbut that doesn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, slamming into your sensitive spot every time without fail. âc-cumââm gonna cum. cum with me, sweetheart.â
ââm so close, toru,â you sobâand then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum againâharder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. ât-toru,â you gasp brokenly, âfuck, âs goodâso good.â
âbaby,â he moans lowly, âfuck, youâre so perfect. prettiest thing everâprettiest pussy ever. i, sh-shitââ your orgasm quickly has him falling into his own, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sings into your neck, fucking his load into you.Â
itâs messy, the way cum spills out of you and coats his cockâbut itâs perfect and feels so, so right. you canât help but think how perfectly satoru fits against you as his body slumps on top of yours, panting and spent as he cages you in his arms.
your hand doesnât leave his hairânow that you know how it feels, you donât think you can stop threading your fingers through it, ever.Â
âwow, toothless,â he chuckles after a bit, âyouâre seriously obsessed with me, huh? i mean, how long have you been nursing this crush on me, hmm? thinking about your brotherâs best friend, you naughty little thingââ
âsatoru, would you shut that mouth for once,â you hiss, rolling your eyesâstill, thereâs an affectionate grin on your lips this time as he chuckles into your skin.Â
âoh baby, iâm afraid this mouth never shuts, so you should get usedââ
suddenly, you both freeze as you hear suguruâs voice through the door. âyou two better not be fucking doing what i think youâre doing,â he growls, making your jaw drop and satoruâs eyes widen.
fuckâthat was never supposed to happen. suguru was never supposed to hear, let alone know.
âhey,â satoru starts, âif suguru kicks me out of our place, i can come be your new permanent housemate, right?â

yeah he can come live with me any time and as long as he pays by sucking my tiddies i shall provide all food and utilities and everything
đđđđđđđđđ â g. satoru

one drunken night changes everything between you and satoru
cw. alcohol, virginity loss, reverse corruption, switch!gojo, modern au, unprotected sex, gojo is inexperienced, mild slut shaming but satoru gets his payback, gojo does not believe in toxic masculinity amen

Getting Gojo drunk is never a good idea.
You, for one, as his friend should know.Â
Satoruâs ruddy cheeks, boisterous laughter and slurring words gave away his intoxication, and Geto was about to call a taxi for him when he stopped the outside party with a reveal no one had anticipated.
âWhyâre you ruining my funâhicâSuguru⌠I wanted to lose my virginity t'night.âÂ
Record screech. Ieiri glanced up from the cig she was smoking, and the whites of your wide eyes reflected the neon club sign.Â
âSatoru,â Geto gasped, his phone left open on the Uber screen, mouth agape. âWhat did you say?âÂ
In answer to this sudden truth bomb, the white-haired man shrugged, kicking his feet up a curb and leaning back against the cool marble. The bench he was sprawled on was way too small to accommodate his 6â3 frame, and his legs, each about almost a mile long, were perched on either side of the seat.Â
âI said what I said. Whyâfind it hard to believe, Sugu?âÂ
He looked good for someone already in an alarming state of intoxication, and you didnât miss how Ieiri smirked at your flushing cheeks. Shooting her a glare, you quickly glanced at Suguru, relieved to find him still processing what Satoru said.Â
âI thought⌠What about that girl back in third year?âÂ
Satoru waved off his question with a prissy flap of his hand. âEh, that was old news. We never did anything vile.âÂ
âImagine that,â Shoko snickered, stubbing out her cigarette with the tip of her boot. âThe great Gojo Satoruâbitchless.âÂ
Geto couldnât help the guffaw that burst from his chest, and you had to turn your face to the side to hide the hysterical giggles waiting to destroy your pouting friendâs ego.Â
âIeiri,â you chastised her, struggling to hold back your laughter, though with your lips twitching, it wasnât hard to deduce that you were trying not to lose it. âDonât make fun of him like that. Satoruâs just a late bloomer.â
âYeah!â Gojo chimed in, shooting you a lopsided grin. âItâs not my fault girls only want me for my money.âÂ
You winced and Suguru rolled his eyes.
âIf I recall, some of them did find you attractive, but you have ridiculous standards, Satoru.â
The white-haired fiend turned to you with a cheeky grin. âI do. Thatâs why Y/N-chan should take a leaf out of my book.â
âOiâ!âÂ
âThe car is on the way,â Suguru chimed in, hastily coming in between you and Satoru to interrupt before things got out of hand.Â
Your indignation was amusing to Gojo who chuckled heartily. âAh, come on, Y/N. Youâve made some ridiculous choices in the past, but we still love you. Iâm only just teasing.â
Before you could open your mouth to speak, the Uber pulled up, and with it, Satoruâs escape. âOops. I gotta go, guysââ
âIâll follow you.â Your sudden offer for help rubbed Gojo the wrong way, and he made a face, ego bruised with your assumption that he was too drunk to get himself safely back.Â
âI can go home without your help. Iâm finââ He stood up⌠and almost fell onto his face.Â
Geto was quick to catch him, and your yell of surprise induced Ieiri to lurch forward with her own arms outstretched in case both of you lost your grip on the taller man.Â
It took three people to bundle Satoru in the backseat, and you shook off Getoâs worrying chimes when he asked if you needed his help.Â
âHeâll sober up before we reach the penthouse. Donât worry.âÂ
You slammed the car door closed on Geto and Shoko, both of them standing with shifting eyes and uncertainty in their hesitant gaits.Â
âCould you please put the AC higher?âÂ
The cab driver nodded, and you sat Gojo closer to the middle, where he was getting a nice faceful of cold air.Â
Thankfully, he didnât grumble much on the way home, but the white-haired menace did threaten, once or twice, to puke in the car. The driver couldnât have driven fast enough, and he even refused Gojoâs 5-star rating, a sign of his mild annoyance.Â
Next, you had to haul a 6â3 baby into the elevator of his own penthouse. Satoru wasnât an easy drunkâhe whined, pouted and moaned about the lights being too bright or the room spinning or his feet aching. Honestly, you were glad to get him through the front door without anyone committing homicide.Â
He was sobering up on the couch when you approached him with some hot tea, his misery drawn out and getting on your nerves when he nodded pitifully, taking the piping mug from you.Â
Gojoâs penthouse suite was as much his as your home. Every weekend, you and Shoko would haunt either Satoru or Suguruâs homes, and you knew where every mug belonged and how he liked his plates to be arranged.Â
Sitting down next to him, it was almost peaceful and quiet. Satoru had a certain assurance about him which put anyone at ease, and you were not exempted.
You liked his strong and reliable presence. Sure, he was an overgrown toddler in a young manâs body, but when push came to shove, Gojo would always show up for the people he loves.Â
âIâm sorry for what I said earlier.â
You blinked, turning to find a pair of sincere azure eyes boring into yours.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âAbout your mistakes. I know it was a dark time for you after your breakup with Sukuna. I didnât mean to come off as ignorant and cruel.â
Your lips twitched at the sound of your ex-boyfriendâs name. âItâs fine. Youâre a pretty shitty person when youâre drunk anyway.â
Gojo scoffed and set his mug down on the expensive marble coffee table.Â
âExcuse me? Iâm trying to be nice here.âÂ
âHmm.â You tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âDid you mean what you saidâthat youâre actually a virgin?âÂ
Curiosity got the best of you, and it didnât help that three of Gojoâs buttons were loosened, exposing a pale strip of his neck to your wandering eyes.Â
âYeah.â He said it with such nonchalance and straightforwardness, you thought he was pulling your leg again.Â
âPlease,â you forced a scoff, trying hard to ignore your heartbeat in between your legs. âLike anyone would believe that.â
âIâm serious,â he cried out, and to prove how genuine he was, Gojo siddled closer to you. âCross my heart and I swear on my grandmaâs dead body. Iâve never touched a girl before.âÂ
Well, Satoru did love his grandmother. You pouted, and before you could stop yourself, your primal, tipsy thoughts spilled out without any hesitation.Â
âI could show you.âÂ
The silence after your question felt like an empty stretch of Tundra sea.Â
Your stomach turned and you slapped a hand to your mouth.Â
âShit, Satoru, Iâm sorââ
âI think I would like that.â
Gojoâs eyes were fixated on you in the half-light. The air suddenly became too thick, and you couldnât breathe without inhaling the minty freshness of his breath. He was sitting too close to you. It was all too much, like a timebomb was about to go off at any moment.Â
Before you could change your mind and leave him alone to his raging thoughts, Gojo caught you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap.Â
Am I dreaming?Â
You had envisioned kissing Gojo Satoru many, many times, but the reality was far sweeter.
His lips were plush and soft, tasting of the liquor he drank earlier and something impossibly sweet.Â
âA-are you wearing lip balm?â your stuttered question made him pause. He laughed, a full bodied chuckle that shook his great shoulders.Â
âYeah. Sorry.âÂ
âDonât apologise.â You mumbled, and in the closing darkness, your lips brushed on his with no caution. Satoru removed the space between you and him, closing on your mouth with another searing kiss that left you lightheaded and shaking.
The world went flat for a split second, and you opened your eyes to find him hovering over you.Â
He picked your hand from your side, and pushed it towards the juncture of your thighs, where your core ached pathetically for him.Â
âShow me,â his husky murmur sent a dark thrill straight to your clenching belly. âShow me how you touch yourself.âÂ
Gojoâs touch on your wrist was light, reminding you he was here and ready. Waiting for you to make the first move.Â
âHuh?â your confusion was palpable, like the sheen of sweat beading on your brow. âH-heyâarenât you supposed to be the virgin here?âÂ
His smile was part sardonic, part angelic. âSweetheart, thatâs why Iâm asking you to show me. I promise Iâll impress you if you do.âÂ
You flashed him a look of annoyance, but ultimately, you lost to his charms. Satoru always had a way to soften you up and make you susceptible to his every whim. Licking your lips, you slowly pushed the hem of your skirt to the side, exposing the lacy black thong you wore for tonight.
Those ocean deep blue eyes were enraptured on your two fingers pushing aside your thong, and swiping them through your glossy seam.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he murmured, getting comfortable and resting his head on the plush sofa cushion to watch you touch yourself. âKeep going. Donât stop until I tell you, too.â
You were going to murder him for speaking to you like thisâas if you were an errant pet waiting on his reprimand.Â
âSatoruââ
âOh, hush,â he whispered with a pale, long finger pressed to your lips. âIâm enjoying the show. Stop ruining my first time, Y/N.âÂ
Your chagrined glare was replaced by a look of hesitation when Satoru used his large palm to cup your left breast.Â
âIâll just pull and twist it?â he asked, referring to your nipple hardening under his touch.Â
âY-yeah,â you swallowed hard. âGive it a little tug and roll it around your fingers.âÂ
For the first time since you met him, Satoru actually listened to you. He obediently twisted your turgid bud through the slinky fabric of your party top, watching intently as your body reacted under his touch.Â
Since he was being good, you decided to treat him.Â
Angling your hips closer to him, you rubbed shaky circles onto your clit in tandem with his slow tugs and pinches to your sensitive nipple. Gojo moved onto the other neglected one, repeating his motions until your hips were twitching from every deliberate roll.Â
âYouâre really sensitive, huh?âÂ
His whisper ignited the fire in your loins, and not even your touches could put it out.Â
âSatoru, I think you can undress me.âÂ
Your command was met with barely any resistance when he nodded, pushing the straps of your top down to expose your naked breasts to his wandering eyes.Â
âFuck.âÂ
His reflexive groan caught you off guard. It had been awhile since any man was enthralled by the sight of your bare body.Â
Most of those assholes couldnât wait to jump to the main event without prepping you first. Their selfish insistence made you weary of who you let into your bed.
But, Satoru was the exception.Â
His gentleness when he cupped your breasts, and the reverence you felt on your skin when he peppered kisses on your collarbone and shoulders was a far cry from those bums who only wanted to get their dicks wet.
A part of you was duly impressed by Satoruâs considerationâyou never expected someone like Gojo to have it in him.Â
Proving he worth once more, he planted open-mouth kisses down your neck, right to the swell of your heaving breasts.Â
The sensation of his warm mouth wrapping around your nipples caused shivers to run down right into your very core. Satoru was worshipping the soft skin of your cleavage and sensitive buds like they were an altar he had to cleanse with every broad stroke of his tongue.Â
Your mind spun in dizzying circles, the ones you drew on your clit growing more erratic by the second.
âFuck,â you spat out, and couldnât stop your hand from shooting out to sink in his soft, silvery white hair. âSatoruââ
âStop.âÂ
His silky command pierced through the thick fog of your mind, catching you off guard.
âHuh?â He wrenched your hand away from the apex of your thighs, much to your chagrin. âWhat the fuckââÂ
His cheeky grin dominated your blurry vision, and you swore smoke was pouring out of your ears.Â
âI was about to cum, asshole!âÂ
âI know,â he sang. âBut, you canât cum just yet! You have to do it around my cock.âÂ
You swore, if you werenât so turned on, you mightâve murdered Gojo. As it was, the idea of feeling him stretch your pussy out was far too enticing, and you were forced to swallow down your pride to admit your needs.Â
âAre you gonna do it?â you hissed, feeling your cheeks heating up. âOr, are you going to make me wait?âÂ
This time, Gojo did not tease you. Judging from the bulge in the front of his jeans, his patience was wearing thin, too.Â
Satoru tugged his cashmere crew neck off, and his Corduroy pants went next. If you werenât so intoxicated with lust, you wouldâve snickered at his outfit choice.Â
However, there were no thoughts in your head beyond the anticipation of feeling Satoruâs cock slowly easing into you. The vivid yearning was driving you quietly insane, and your hips bucked upwards with such visceral desperation when he got in between your thighs that you were sure he was going to make fun of your neediness.Â
He didnât.Â
Satoruâs glassy eyes and his parted mouth filled you with the understanding of his own inner turmoilâthe shakiness of his exhale and his next question revealing his hesitation.Â
âW-what do I do now?âÂ
He swallowed hard, his Adamâs apple bobbing.Â
âHow do I fuck you right?âÂ
For all his bravado and pomp, Satoru was a nervous wreck on top. Your eyes softened, and you urged him up, turning the tides on him and settling him onto his back.Â
Those wide, baby blue eyes never peeled off your figure, drinking in the sight of you removing your top and skirt completely with unabashed yearning. His cheeks were turning the prettiest shade of pink, the heat from them emanating down his pale chest like a slowly creeping infection he couldnât exactly hide.Â
Satoru swallowed hard again when you were left in nothing but your lacy thong. Moonlight speckled over the enticing curves of your bare body. He memorised every dip in the terrain of your silhouette until he was positive he could trace it onto a blank piece of paper based on memory alone.Â
Your palms were folded onto his chest, using him as leverage when you slowly rolled your thong off your shapely thighs.Â
He was glued onto the sight of your honeyed folds, trying hard not to drool when a little bit of your juices dribbled onto his thigh.Â
The wide sofa was enough to accommodate both your bodies, and you held onto the velvet arm with one hand, the other reaching to circle his stiff cock. Gojo groaned, lustfully and without shame when you started to stroke him.Â
Sure, he had used his own hand and sometimes a sock to get himself off, but nothing could compare to the sensation of a pretty thing who knew what she was doing.Â
You glanced at him through half-mast eyes, the sinful sight sending a bolt of lightning right down his spine. Satoruâs tongue tied of its own accord when you let go of his length, though what you did next made every thought he had fly out the window of his whited out mind.
He watched, hungry and blown away, when you sank your hips down on his length, taking him with a small gasp and your head thrown back.Â
You felt the burn in your thighs when you set a pace that had the huge couch rocking. Satoru clasped his hands onto your hips, an involuntary low moan leaving his swollen, peachy lips. You were a vision above himâhair falling in your face, and lower lip caught between your teeth. There was a look in your eyes that he was starting to know all too well, like you wanted to devour him piece by piece till only a shred of his sanity remained.
The sight of him bucking his hips to rut up into you was burned into your retinas.Â
Satoru was a heavenly visual below you. His white hair was in a disarray, those beautiful blue eyes drowsy with lust. His mouth was parted in an âOâ, the apples of his cheeks dusted with pink.Â
ââToru,â you whispered. âC-can feel you so deep.âÂ
Those salacious words and your sweet nickname broke something in Gojo.Â
One second you were sensually undulating your hips above him, and the next, you were on your hands and knees, stretched to your full capacity around his throbbing cock.Â
âSo beautiful.âÂ
Before he could give you a moment to steel yourself, Satoru had set a brutal pace that had you biting down on a cushion to muffle your scream.Â
Holy shit. Heâs good.Â
Your slurry mind could barely keep up with this new development. The lanky, annoying man you had called your friend for years was fucking up into you like he was about to break you back.Â
The fact that your breathing was growing heavier and you could barely see through your blurry vision kept you locked in a cycle of perpetual surprise and intense pleasure. Satoru was rocking your entire world like he was meant to ruin it, and you were the helpless victim to his infuriating expertise.
Everything Satoru did, he did to excel. And fucking you was no exception.Â
He swivelled his hips, smacked your ass, and bent over to leave wet open mouthed kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck. He tugged and twisted your nipples, played with your clit till you choked back on a scream. Satoru did it over and over again until you couldnât hold back the ball of tension from exploding.
It rained over you with the effects of a full disaster, shattering your entire world when you finally came for Gojo Satoru.Â
His palm was firmly slapped onto your mouth to quieten your sniffles and whines. Gojo let you pulse around his cock pathetically, before his grating chuckle bulldozed past your foggy mind.
âThatâs one. I havenât come yet.â
He flipped you onto your back, perching one thigh on the back of the sofa so he could lean forward and have full access to your flushed pussy.Â
Satoru then spent a full fifteen minutes eating you out; sucking on your clit, fucking your quivering hole with his tongue, and running the flat of that infuriating pink muscle back and forth from back to hole until your toes curled in his periphery.
âNghâah! âToru!âÂ
Clutching his hair in your death grip, Satoru gave you full permission to ride his face with the patience of a saint.
But, even saints were humans and they could be tainted with darker, baser thoughts.
Satoru would never call himself a good man, not when he had you bent against the sofa arm as he languidly fucked you. You hated to admit how much he knew your bodyâbetter than you gave him credit forâwhen he played with your clit again, determined to bring you to your third ruin.Â
Your hips were beginning to stutter, and your sweet pussy was clenching down on him like a loving embrace. Satoru buried his face into your hair, expelling a guttural groan.
âFuck, angel. So good. So good, sweetheart.â
The endearment in his voice and those terms poised you right at the edge, and you were so close to throwing yourself over with barely a beat of hesitation.Â
âSay it,â Gojo grunted, voice thick and deep with arousal. âTell the world whoâs fucking you so good.â
If someone had told you a year ago that you would be creaming around Gojoâs cock for the third time in a night, you wouldâve told them to shove it and to stop feeding your delusions.Â
But, this was happeningâGojo was really using you like a fleshlight he was fond of. When he leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek, you couldnât help the gritted sniffle that slipped past your clenched teeth.
âYou,â your broken admission put a smile of satisfaction on his face.Â
The inexperienced has now become the master.Â
âYeah? Doesnât sound convincing, sweetheart.â
His lips on the shell of your ear and puffs of hot breath hitting that sensitive strip of skin was enough to make you clench down on him.Â
âSatoruâŚâ
âYeah, thatâs my name, baby. Now, shout it for everyone to hear.â
âSatoru,â you were sobbing now, full bodied shakes which echoed the pleasure tearing your world apart. âSatoru!âÂ
âLouder, baby.â
Stars exploded behind your scrunched lids when he gripped your throat, using it to pull you back towards his chest, cock digging deeper into your soft insides to expose your secrets for the world to see.Â
âSatoru! Oh, godâSatoru! Satoru! Saââ
You choked off when the world suddenly went white.
As if a bomb had detonated, your insides shook, the world going still for a single second. Lights, sounds, smell and touch were suspended in motion, like you were looking at a scene from outside your body.
Then, the movie resumed, fast forwarding and slamming into you with the force of a singular, staggering punch.Â
Everything was too bright, too loud, and your heartbeat was erratically going off in your chest, the blood singing in your ears.Â
Satoru caught you as you slumped into his arms, and he used what little remained of his self-control to fuck up into you, hard enough for his balls to tighten and his own inner world to shatter into fragments.
His teeth sank into your shoulder, the bite of pain enough to draw out your bittersweet climax.Â
âSatoru!âÂ
The tension was too much, and it hurt to even cum. Your core was cramping up, and your pussy was throbbing like it was about to fall off.Â
But, you didnât care. All you wanted was Satoru and his entirety.Â
You would always allow him to destroy your world without a second thought; knowing he was going to stay behind to fix the pieces.Â
Gojo did not disappoint you when he held you close to his chest, the last spurt of warmth dripping onto your bare thighs.Â
âFuck,â he breathed.Â
You both sank into the plush surface, stained with sweat, cum and disbelief.Â
Neither of you could break the silence, and you were reluctant to be the first. If you did, there was no telling if Satoru would up and leave.
Eventually, he made the first move.
Gojo nuzzled your hair, exhaling what sounded like a gust of relief.
âWell, that sure exceeded my expectations.â
The angst of what you both had done aside, Satoru and you were still good friends and you couldnât throw a friendship away because he had rocked your entire world.Â
In fact, you wondered if he would be interested in taking it up a notch.Â
You werenât above admitting that Satoru was the best fuck of your life and a part of you would do anything to make sure he would be your last.Â
âSatoruââ
âWeâll talk about everything tomorrow,â he promised, pressing a reassuring kiss to your jaw. âYouâve drained my balls and emotions for one night, baby. Go to sleep. Iâll see you in the morning, okay?âÂ
You nodded, believing him without a shade of doubt.Â
Satoru would give it his word of honour like how did when he said he would impress you.Â
Closing your eyes, you drifted off to sleep, but not before you felt the ghost of his laugh stir the loose strands of hair around your neck.Â
"Not bad, Gojo," he muttered under his breath, quietly commending himself with a self-assured grin, seemingly unaware that you could hear him. "Not bad at all."
a/n: he's so stinky i would ride him till he passes out just to get him to shut up.

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⊠â§âË âŠ how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days)

synopsis. suguru comes home to visit from college at the same time you doâexcept he brings satoru along. this is going to be a long break

word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)
contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when youâre kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered iâm sorry
notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak


everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguruâand likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.
theyâre a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luckâthere is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard whoâs had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and youâre stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.
youâve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothlessâyou were six, itâs normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesnât mean he escaped the toothless phase himselfâbut satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.
you donât smile with your mouth open even once around him that summer, not until suguru assures you that regardless of how many teeth you have, you have a lovely smile.
when youâre twelve, puberty does its thing, and now youâre stuck with acne-prone skinâalso a normal occurrence for people your age, but satoru makes sure to point out the giant pimple on your forehead every time he sees you. you make sure to let him know his haircut is as awful as his sense of style, and suguru tries his best not to choke himself with his charger as you both bicker.
satoru is gone that entire summer for a family cruise that youâre sure costs double your houseâhe comes back frighteningly taller than you remember him within the span of just a few weeks.
itâs been like that since you were kids. he comes over, finds a new thing to pick on through his smug grins and smooth chuckles, and you fume as you bite back with just as snarky rebuttals. he makes sure to never cross the line of going too farâitâs more for suguruâs sake, youâre fairly sureâbut stays right on the dot of getting just under your skin.
heâs annoying. a jerk. a rich snob. a privileged dickhead. heâs rude and disrespectful, with no tact, let alone any semblance of respect. you donât understand what could possibly make suguru want to hang around such a douchebag, but suguru cares about satoruâand satoru has always been there for your brother.
you donât understand it, but you respect it. as long as he doesnât wet your entire bathroom sink and mirror in the mornings after he stays over, you suppose you can coexist.
but you havenât seen him in agesânot outside of suguruâs instagram stories and posts. itâs been a long few years since the two of them have left for college, and by the time you leave too, life has its funny way of working, and, wellâŚyou donât bump into him anymore. it doesnât occur to you that satoru is not the same guy you used to know until you come back home to visit after your second year of college.
âsuguru,â you call, âi borrowed your hoodie. but you can have it backââ
you cut yourself off when you open the door to your brotherâs room, and lo and behold, stands a very shirtless gojo satoru, the white-haired and blue-eyed asshole youâve had to deal with since childhood. except heâs way taller than you remember himâjust how much does this guy grow, exactly? his shoulders are broader andâŚ.and since when did he have abs? thereâs a small tattoo just under his collarboneâwhen did he even get that? his hair is also longer, just enough to fall over his forehead and curtain those striking blue eyes of his.
he looksâŚwell, handsome. very handsome, in fact. dangerously handsome that it catches you by surprise as you blink.
heâs still shirtless, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he grins.
âhey, toothless,â he greets, voice deeper than the last time you heard itâbut it still sounds relatively the same. you think youâd always recognize satoruâs voice, whether youâd like to or not. and, of course, he just has to still use that ridiculous nickname after all these years. âlong time no see.â
âi have all my teeth nowâi have for a long time, yâknow. and put a shirt on, you freak,â you huff, rolling your eyes, âwhereâs suguru?â
âwhat, you donât enjoy the view?â he motions at his bare torso, like the shameless bastard he is, âmost girls love this viewââ
âand yet, youâre still single,â you cut him off, staring at him pointedly.
he grins impossibly wider, tugging his shirt over his body swiftlyâyou have to exercise all ounces of control not to gulp as you watch his biceps flex.
âkeepinâ track of my love life?â he wiggles his brows, âi know older men can be appealing but have a little class. your poor brother would lose his shit if you went after his best friendââ
âsatoru,â you sigh, pinching your nose, âdo you age backward or something? how are you still this obnoxious after so long?â
âi practice in the mirror,â he winks, âitâs my charm.â
âthatâs hardly charming,â you roll your eyes, âanyway, whenever suguru comes back, let him know i left his hoodie, yeah?â
âsure,â he chuckles.
and then you close the door as you leaveâright before you stop, pause, and open it up again as youâre sticking your head back in when you make a shocking realization.
âwait, how long are you here for?â you ask, eyes wide.
he has the audacity to look smug as he taps his chin and pretends to thinkââoh, yâknow. just the rest of break. my old man took my mom on some trip, so iâm killing time here,â he shrugs.
great. lovely. wonderful. just what you needed.
you wish heâd drop deadâmaybe suguru will finally be forced to go outside of his one-man circle and actually befriend some respectable people.
âyou canât just stay at your place?â you hiss, âitâs certainly big enough.â
âwell, why be lonely in an empty home when we can have fun here?â he hums, âconsider yourself luckyâyou get to be housemates with me for aââ
âkeep to yourself,â you warn, cutting him off again through narrowed eyes and a dangerous glareâsatoru only looks more amused, raising his hands up in surrender.
with that, you turn again and almost shut the door when he calls for youââhey, toothless,â he says lowly, making you pause before turning to him with a raised brow. he smilesâitâs so unlike that usual smirk of hisâŚsomehow this one is a bit gentler as he murmurs, âyou look good. grew up well, yâknow.â
you blink. youâre not ready for thatâŚdidnât expect a compliment from gojo satoru himselfâespecially not after all this time of throwing mediocre insults your way.
you decide he must be messing with you, so you purse your lips as you click your teeth in irritation. âyeah, sure,â you say dryly.
you can hear his chuckles as you close the door againâthis is going to be a long break.
âââââ
just as expected, the house is simply not big enough for you and satoru.
the first time you run into him happens to be first thing after waking upâyouâre walking up to the door just as he twists the knob and opens it, walking out shirtless. again.
this time, however, heâs got beads of water rolling down his skin from his shower, right between his pecs, as a towel hangs around his shoulders. you can see his tattoo from up close now, a small infinity sign right under his collarbone that contrasts against his pale skin.
how tacky, you thinkâjust as youâd expect, even his choice of tattoos is questionable.
his hair is wetâitâs sticking to his forehead instead of the multiple directions it usually scatters around in that messy way it always does. youâve only felt satoruâs hair onceâwhen you were fifteen, and youâd hit him in the back of the head as you walked past him at the breakfast table. heâd made a jab at your dark circles. tests were around the corner, and unlike satoru, your grades actually mattered. you didnât expect his hair to be so soft, but it is, and you almost itch to twirl the strands around your fingers for a quick feel.
instead, you scowl and stomp off to your room as soon as your dishes are washed.
his hair is probably just as soft nowâmaybe even softer now that he actually probably cares to look after it. youâve heard suguru grumble about using two-in-one shampoo too many times when he comes back from spending the night at satoruâs. for a second, your fingers twitch to reach up and brush through a few strands on his foreheadâjust to feel them because they look soft. nothing else.
the urge is quickly killed as soon as he opens his mouth, however.
âoh, hey there, roomie,â he grins, âyouâre really doing all you can to catch me half naked, huh?â
âdonât flatter yourself,â you grumble.
âiâm just sayinâ,â he chuckles, âthatâs twice now. if you ask nicely, i might walk around like this just for you.â
itâs way too early for this.
by early, itâs actually late noon. now that finals arenât killing your free time, you stay up until ungodly hours to catch up with your social lifeâand it doesnât help that you can hear satoru and suguru stay up playing video games the next room over, either. suguru is probably still sleeping.
thatâs a bit of a shocker, in factâusually, itâs satoru that has to be dragged out of your brotherâs room to have breakfast (or brunch, really) before the kitchen is cleared up. why satoru is up first is beyond you.
maybe itâs just a cruel way for the universe to enjoy watching more of your veins pop.
âdoes that apply to asking you to leave? because then i suppose i can ask rather politely.â
he grins, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shoots you that smile with those pearly whites that irritate you to no end. youâre not sure why, but something about his smile looks so much different nowadaysâsomething about it just seems soâŚ.mature.
thatâs a word you didnât think youâd ever use to describe satoru.
âmm, not quite,â he hums, âyouâre still stuck with me.â
âwhatever,â you mutter, rolling your eyes. âmove, i want to shower before suguru wakes up.â
âyou have time,â he steps to the side, letting you enter the bathroom, âheâs probably not waking up anytime soonâwoah.â
satoruâs shirt is on the floorâwhy, you may ask? because heâs an annoying idiot who doesnât have to clean up after himself when people have always been around to do it for him. he never has to care to aim and toss his clothes into the hamper because the maids will pick up after him anyway. old habits die hard, you supposeâyouâve listened to suguru complain about satoruâs messiness not improving even after being his roommate for the last few years. itâs never been your problem, but you donât appreciate it now that youâre slipping over the fabric on the tiled floor, falling backwards with a squeal.
but satoruâs quickâhe catches you with those strong arms of his and wraps them tightly around you, keeping you securely in place as he steadies you against his chest.
his bare chest, in fact.
you can feel the slight dampness seeping into your shirt, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he exhales in relief once he makes sure youâre safe. you almost shiverâalmost, but you manage to scrape together enough self-control to stay painfully still in his grasp.
âyou okay?â he murmurs gently, voice a low whisper against your skin. thereâs no bite to his words. no amusement or teasing or even smugness. itâs genuine, the way he checks on you.
this isâŚnew. very, very new.
âyeah,â you breathe, letting out a sharp breath. and thenââmaybe keep your clothes in the fucking hamper next time, though.â
âsorry,â the smile in his voice is almost audibleâyou canât see it from where you are, but you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes, and satoru makes no move to loosen his arms around you. for some reason, you donât move.
youâre not sure why, but you just donât.
âyouâre still just as messy, huh?â you roll your eyesâhe laughs, and itâs a smooth, boyish chuckle that almost makes you wonder for a moment if this is why girls seem to love satoru so much despite his god-awful personality.
itâs a pretty beautiful soundâyou hate that you have to admit that to yourself.
âyeah,â he admits, âit drives suguru nuts.â
âyeah, i canât imagine why,â you snort. itâs like that for a momentâsatoruâs muscled arms around you and hard chest pressed against your back. finally, you clear your throat. âyou can let go now, you know.â
âright,â he mumbles, slowly pulling awayâand when you turn to face himâŚ.is that disappointment? on his face? you donât get a chance to be sure because then heâs bending down to pick up his shirt before heâs standingâheâs already wiped the expression from his features completely by then. âsorry about that, toothless. iâll keep my shirts off the floor next time.â
âthat would be so kind of you,â you smile sarcastically.
and then you shut the door in his face and exhale as you lean against the wall.
this is going to be a longer break than you thought.
âââââ
the next time you run into him, itâs late at night. everyone is asleepâeven your brother and his headache of a best friend, if the silence tells you anything. you canât sleep, though, so you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for snacks. youâre skimming through the pantry before your eyes land on a surpriseâa box of strawberry pocky sits nice and enticingly, right there for you to open and devour.
you grin, reaching over whenâ
âthose are mine,â satoru calls, stepping into the kitchen, âbrought them over myself. you should ask before touching peopleâs things.â
âyou literally ate my leftovers the other night,â you say incredulously.
âthose were yours? i thought they were suguruâs.â he raises a brow in surprise, making you click your teeth in irritation.
âthe principle of asking still applies,â you purse your lips. and then defiantly, you open the box and grab a pack right before his eyes.
he scowlsâbut you know he doesnât actually mind because he waits for you to finish grabbing yours before taking the box and grabbing his own pack and a coke from the fridge. you both take a seat at the kitchen table, across from each other, as you open the packaging and silently eat your newfound snack.
itâs satoru who breaks the silence first.
âdo you still throw away the ends of these?â
you huff indignantly, not meeting his eyes as you take a bite off the strawberry-covered end, stopping at just where the cookie portion is uncoated. âyes. iâm eating these for the coatingânot the bland biscuit part.â
âwhatâre you, five?â he snickers, earning a glare from you. defiantly, you pop the end of the pocky stick into your mouth just to prove a pointâand then the look of distaste makes him cackle louder.Â
âshut up,â you hiss, âyou talk too much.â
âthe ladies love it when i do,â he bats his lashesâyou stare at him blankly, unimpressed.
âyeah, as if.â
âhey, my ex-girlfriend totally did,â he defends.
ex-girlfriend? thatâs a bit of a shockerâyou didnât know satoru dated anyone in the last few years, you havenât seen or heard anything of it through suguruâs end. in all realness, you didnât even think satoru was the boyfriend typeâŚbut then again, heâs not really the anything type. he just kind of exists to take up space and be the bane of your existence.Â
âi hope the poor girl is recovering well after dating you,â you shake your head, feigning a concerned look on your face that makes him roll his eyesâtheyâre still disturbingly bright even in the dark kitchen, dimly lit by the slightest bit of moonlight pouring in through the small window.
âi dated her freshman and sophomore year,â he says casually. you also didnât expect thatâthat it lasted that long. something about satoru doesnât strike you as the long-term relationship kind of guy. something about him doesnât seem like the relationship kind of guy at all. not because heâs the type to mess around casually, but because he seems the type to seem disinterested all aroundâheâs snobby like that. âshe wasâŚalright, i guess.â
yeah. very snobby.
âyou are such a sick bastard,â you spit.
he snorts, taking a bite of his pocky as he shakes his head in amusement. youâre as feisty as everâitâs always fun riling you up, even if unintentionally.
âhey, itâs not like she was bad. she was justâŚwell, she wasnât interested in me like that either,â he shrugs, âi think it was just the sex. it was good, canât lie there.â
âyouâre so gross,â you roll your eyes, âhave some decorum.â
âwhat, youâre still sixteen?â he raises a brow, lips curling into a smirk as he reaches for another pocky, âcanât say the word s-e-x?â
âi donât broadcast my sexual activities out in the open,â you shrug.
satoru chuckles, taking a bite that more or less finishes the entire stick in one go before he presses a finger to his lips, âshh. donât say that too loudâsuguru will come chase you from his room if he hears.â
âsuguru,â you groan, âheâs such a pain to have around sometimes. yâknow i dated this one guy last year. i think suguru mightâve paid him to dump me.â
âi know. he definitely thought about it,â satoru hums, âhe used to go off about it all the time. he was right, thoughâthat guy was a total prick.â
something about you is mildly shocked that satoru knows about your private lifeâsure, itâs not outrageous or even the slightest bit unlikely that suguru mentions you. satoru and suguru are best friends, and you happen to be suguruâs sisterâof course, suguru is bound to mention you here and there. itâs just the fact that satoru even pays attention to anything to do with you that surprises youâalthough you suppose it would be a good way for him to find his next source to push your buttons.
âiâm not surprised you think heâs a prick,â you nod, âit takes one to know one, after all.â
âoh yeah?â he snorts, waving you off, âi do, in fact remember anniversaries, yâknow.â
âokay,â you sigh, defeatedâyour ex-boyfriend is admittedly not at the top of the list of your brightest choices. not even up halfway on the list. in fact, heâs so low on the list of good choices youâve made, that willingly choosing to interact with satoru feels like an exceptional decision in comparison. and thatâs saying something. âhe was pretty bad. but he was really hot. when a guy looks like that, his values are the least of my worries.â
itâs a jokeâyouâre sure he knows that. but satoru takes a long sip from his coke, silent for a moment. you donât think youâve ever seen him so serious, especially so suddenly.
âhe canât be that hot,â he mutters.
âoh he was really hot. probably the hottest guy iâve ever talked toââ satoru bites his pocky a bit aggressively at that, âand he was so tall. maybe taller than youâhow tall are you again? anyway, he was pretty enough to overlook his shortcomings.â
âheâs probably not taller than me,â he grumbles, frowning. you snortâmen and their fragile little egos, you think in amusement.
âhe was,â you tease, âhe was so tall, iâd let him do whatever he wanted.â
âthatâs a terrible way to look at it,â he scrunches his brows, âyou shouldnât let some guy walk all over you because heâs tall and his face is a bit easy on the eyesââ
âi know youâre not talkingââ
âiâm serious,â he cuts you off. something about him reminds you of suguru for a momentâlike he cares who youâre with because he has a reason to. as if you mean something to him, as if knowing someone who doesnât deserve you has you in their palms is upsetting.
but then you shake the thought out of your headâsatoru doesnât care. heâs never had a reason to, and you donât exactly plan to give him one, either.
âokay, dad,â you roll your eyes, âi learned my lesson. i have standards now.â
âgood,â he nodsâand then, as if to keep himself in character, he adds, âbecause i donât want to help suguru kill someone, and itâs over something lame like forgetting his little sisterâs anniversary. iâd like to go to jail for something more badass.â
âyou and badass donât belong in the same sentence,â you raise a brow. âletâs be realistic.â
âoh yeah? thatâs rich coming fromââ
âguys, it is five in the morning,â suguru grumbles, throwing a water bottle at satoruâs head. you glance at the kitchen entrance, eyeing a half-asleep and very irritable suguru as he crosses his arms, âcanât you idiots fight over whoâs more of a loser at reasonable hours? some of us like to sleep.â
âwant one?â you offer your pack of pocky, holding it out to him.
suguru blinks, contemplating for a second before sighing and trudging over.
âyeah,â he mutters, flicking your forehead. âgimme that.â
you watch woefully as suguru takes the entirety of your pack, swiftly sitting next to satoru and leaving you empty-handed. satoru snickers obnoxiously at the deflated look on your faceâand then he holds out his pack to you.
you look between him and the pack for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. itâs a rare sightâhe drinks it in as you carefully take one and bicker over something with suguru.
youâre pretty when you smile, he thinksâpretty enough that if you had horrible values (which you donât), he might feel inclined to understand your (awful) reasoning for a moment.
and then he blinks and shakes the thoughts out of his headâitâs going to be a long break.
âââââ
satoru meets you when youâre six.Â
heâs nine at the time, and he feels on top of the world knowing heâs three whole years older than youâin hindsight, three years is not a very large gap, but to nine-year-old him, it feels like centuries. heâs remembered you as the fun little drama queen thatâs too easy to poke fun at for yearsâthatâs all youâve always been: suguruâs younger sister who puffs her cheeks out and scowls way too often to be normal, the girl thatâs way too easy to tease than should be standard.Â
somehow, he wasnât expecting for you to come back so grownâŚand so hot. suddenly, it really hits him that youâre not a kidâhave not really been for a long time now. heâs always treated you like youâre way younger than he is, way too little to be in his presence and be worthy of itâbut youâve really become a fine young woman.
a magnetizing one, in fact.
itâs now his third night at your houseâyour parents are as lovely and welcoming as ever, and suguru is always a good time to be around. but somehow, satoru is not satisfied. not anywhere near sated by the few, minimal moments of contact with you.Â
when did you get so pretty? although, as much as satoru has always liked to poke fun at you, youâve never been ugly. not even a littleâbut youâve grown into your features better, outgrown the awkward teenage era of your life, and now present yourself with a newfound confidence that just looksâŚso good. satoru doesnât see his best friend's kid sister anymoreâno, thereâs something so alluring about you now.
the nail on the coffin that solidifies heâs officially screwed is when you mention your ex-boyfriendâwhy would your dating life make him this irrationally angry? why is the thought of someone being on the receiving end of your praise (and shameless heart-eyes) so aggravating for him?Â
he doesnât knowâbut what he does know is that the raging boner has been killing him all morning ever since he woke up fromâŚwell, less than proper dreams about you.
so now heâs here, forehead pressed against your shower wall as the hot water hits his back, swollen cock in his fist as he thumbs at the tip, teasing the slit just the way he likes. he thinks about youâhow heâd show you what makes him feel good, how youâd probably learn fast and take care of him just the way he needs.Â
your hand would look so much daintier compared to hisâsmaller, but heâs sure it would still feel infinitely better.Â
he bites his lip, fighting back a moan as he strokes himself slowly, pre cum smeared along the length of his hard, aching cockâred and angry at the tip, leaking with more pre cum no matter how many times his thumb collects every drop.Â
âf-fuckââ he breathes, and his voice lets out a shaky, breathy little call of your nameâheâs screwed if anyone hears it. heâs sure you and suguru will both band together to kill him, but thankfully, the words are lost in the sound of the shower running. âfuck baby,â he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he whines.Â
itâs soft and quiet, the noises he makesâcareful and deliberately hushed to make sure no one hears the improper way heâs thinking of you right now. but fuck, your tits are so pretty when you walk out of your room in a t-shirt in the morningsâhe can just tell youâre not wearing a bra. he canât stop thinking about it, canât stop trying to picture what theyâd look like uncovered and bouncing.
âjusâ like that, baby,â he pants, whimpering softly as he squeezes around his tip, teasing himself with that slow, painful pace of his.Â
satoru is sure that if it were you, that if the hand stroking his cock right now was yours, you would never let him cum so easilyâyouâd drag it out just like this, pump him slowly and twist your hand around him in a pace thatâs painfully not enough before ever thinking about letting him come undone.Â
itâs just the way that you areânever ready to back down from a challenge, unwilling to go down without a fight. but he loves it, he thinksâlives for the way you keep him on his toes and work for the satisfaction.Â
âmore,â he gasps, ân-need moreâgimme more, sweetheart.â
he imagines itâthe way youâd kiss his jaw, maybe even the corner of his mouth, as you hum. say please, toru, youâd probably sayâand fuck, heâd kill to hear you say toru.Â
âplease,â he rasps, âplease, baby. d-donât tease.â
he can practically hear your light giggles, the sweet, okay, baby. no more teasing, that you might whisper. heâd also kill to hear you call him babyâheâs almost nauseous at the idea that some other guy mustâve heard the pet name from your lips before him. and then he lets himself pump his erection faster, squeezing tighter as his thighs quiver while he stands in the shower.Â
fuckâyou feel so good. youâre not even here, but heâs sure you do, and heâs desperate to envision it. it practically hurtsâthe way heâs so hard and swollen and ready to release. just for you, he wants to tell you, heâs going to cum all for you.Â
âbaby,â he whimpers, ââm so, so closeâfuck âm gonna cum. âs for youâgonna cum for youângh, sh-shit.â
and then thereâs cum on the tile walls, on his hands, on his abs as they flex with every labored breath. satoru cumsâhard. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted with a silent cry as he pants and strokes himself through his high. youâd kiss him, he likes to think, on his jaw and cheeks and maybe the tip of his nose as you sit on his lap and work him through his orgasm. youâd watch him closely, take in the way he comes undone for you, maybe even call him your pretty boy as he paints your hand white with his seed.
would you praise him? murmur softly into his ear and seal the gentle words with a kiss to his skin? would you stroke his hair from his face as you admire his blissful, fucked out little expression? maybe heâd ask you thenâmaybe heâd ask you to admit heâs way more handsome than that douchebag you dated as your hand holds his softening cock, sticky with his release.
god, what he wouldnât do to see your hands coated with his cumâdid you do this for your ex? did he look as hot as you claim he was when he came for you? the thought makes him sourâhe grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the idea, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at the mess heâs made.
he should feel badâthis is wrong. so, so wrongâsuguru would kill him if he was aware satoru was lusting over his little sister. but it felt so fucking goodâheâs never cum as hard as when heâs pictured cumming for you.Â
it canât be that wrong, if thatâs the caseâcan it?
ââ
âsuguru,â your voice is shrill, deadlyâlike youâre out for blood. ânext time you jack off in the shower, maybe clean the fucking wall? are you joking?â
âwhaâi definitely cleaned that,â suguru defends.Â
oh, fuck, satoru thinksâhe forgot to clean that. so he makes himself very scarce and stays within the confinements of suguruâs bedroomâhis messy habits are starting to really catch up to him. if his defense, he really would clean that upâŚitâs just that he was a bit distracted.Â
âso you admit you jack off in our shower? our shower?â you sound inconsolable, downright devastated, and borderline hysterical. having siblings seems like a lot of trouble, he thinksâbut then again, sometimes satoru is jealous of your bond with suguru. itâd be nice to have someone in his family he can actually depend on. âkeep that shit for your bedroom, you jackass!â
âwell, how am i supposed to do that when satoru is there? you tell me.â
âi donât know! figure it the fuck outâyou guys probably jack off together anyway.â
âwhat?â suguru sounds appalled, âwe do notâthatâs outrageous.â
âwhatever,â you sayâyou sound almost murderous as you warn, ânext time you better clean up your fucking mess, you asshole.â
satoru canât help but smile a littleâyour pointer finger is definitely held up as you scold suguruâyouâre so cute when youâre mad, he thinks. he almost wants to step out and catch a glimpse, but he decides against it for now.
silently, satoru thanks his best friend for taking one for the teamâeven if it was unknowingly.
âââââ
itâs night four.Â
satoru has surprisingly kept to himselfâhe even promptly looked away after meeting your eyes in the kitchen yesterday morning as you walked in for breakfast. thatâsâŚnew. a lot about satoru is new.Â
heâs taller and more muscular nowâat one point, suguru used to tower over his scrawny little form. now heâs seemed to grow into his body, seemed to learn how to style himself better, and actually do his hair a bit. itâs still messy now that heâs just lazing around in your homeâbut itâs oddly handsome.Â
scarily handsome, in fact.Â
you donât enjoy the idea of thinking about the jerk of your childhood like thatâbut ever since you felt the hard press of his chest against your back, sometimes you wonder what itâs like to know satoru outside of just your older brotherâs obnoxious friend.Â
maybe, somewhere along the line, had you put your pride aside and actually tried to get to know him, maybe you both could at least be friendly. but then again, thereâs never been any real animosity between you twoâyou can share a lighthearted talk from time to time, like that night in the kitchen.Â
you decide not to dwell on it too much, decide that heâs not really worth your thoughts when heâs just a guy whoâs always been a bit too spoiled to learn how to be humble. instead, you go down to the kitchen to grab another pack of strawberry pockyâsatoru will just have to deal with it. if he doesnât want his snacks eaten, he shouldnât keep them in the pantry where anyone could stumble across them.
you walk into the kitchen untilâoh. itâs satoru. again.
âoh, hey,â he grins cheekily, taking a sip of his cokeâhe needs to break the habit of having so much sugar this late at nightâŚbut then again, why would it matter to you? âstalkinâ me?â
âfor an unwelcomed guest, you sure do talk a lot,â you roll your eyes, making his lips curl into a smug little smirk.Â
âi donât knowâyour parents seem to love having me over. what if i become their newest son?â
âi doubt my parents are looking to adopt you,â you raise a brow, slightly amused.Â
he hums, sipping his coke before blinking at you through those long, perfect lashes of his. âwell, there are other ways to blend into a family. marriage, for example, is a great way.â
âyou and my brother might as well marry each other,â you snort, âno one else will do it.â
âwho said anything about suguru?â he winks, chuckling when your face twists into an exaggerated look of horrorâalways as dramatic as ever, you are. he canât help but find an endearing side to it now.
satoru stands, walks over to where you are and stands in front of you as you scoff, shaking your head as you huff out a disbelieving chuckle.Â
âthatâs pushing it,â you muse, âmarrying you would be the last open option iâd have leftâand even then i doubt iâd ever take it.â
âyeah?â he raises a brow, leaning in so close, you can practically feel his breath fan over you. he smells like expensive cologne and your shampooâwhy is he using yours instead of suguruâs? before you can even ask him what heâs doing, he throws away the empty can of coke in the trash can behind you, eyes bright with amusement as your breath hitches.
itâs like he knowsâthe fucking asshole.
âyeah,â you breathe, âyou donât deserve me,â you try to say matter-of-factly. it comes off a bit more breathless than you intendedâthe air feels suffocating. maybe because satoru is so close, maybe because his breath is on your face, maybe because all you can smell and feel and hear is him.Â
you canât find it in yourself to pull awayâwhy arenât you pulling away? itâs just like that day he caught you, when his arms wrapped around you and all you felt like doing was lean into his chest. what about satoru and you has shifted so quickly to make you want to do that? what makes him so easy to fall into when all youâve always known was to shove at him?
he hums, leaning in closer and closer until his forehead touches yours. âyou know who didnât deserve you?â he asks, âthat shitty ex of yours.â
you look up at him with wide eyes, speechless as his hands find purchase of your hips, grabbing them and pulling you closerâand against better judgment, your hands lay themselves across his chest. itâs as firm as you remember it.Â
âhow would you knowââ
âheard suguru rant about it all the time,â he murmurs, âhow he forgot your dates. got you a shitty birthday present. didnât show up to your anniversary. made you hang out with his friends and didnât even meet half of yours. youâre tellinâ me he deserves you more than me?â
âhe was hotââ
âyeah? and iâm not?â
heâs cockyâyou hate that about him. always did. but heâs so close, so intoxicating, so irresistible, and fuck, he is hotâso incredibly hot, youâve been losing sleep over it the last four nights no matter how hard you try to deny it.Â
âsatoru, what are youââ
âyâknow, iâve been helping suguru pick your birthday presents since you were twelve. iâd pick you the best gifts,â his nose is brushing against yours now, lips just millimeters away from his as he speaksââand i never forget an important date. iâm very punctual too, believe it or not. iâd meet your little friendsâshow âem what a catch i am when you introduce me.â
âand what am i supposed to do with this information?â you ask defiantly.
itâs a last-ditch effortâyou both know this. you know exactly what he wants you to do with this information.Â
âi donât know, sweetheart,â he chuckles, âwhat do you think?â
and then youâre kissing himâbecause fuck, satoru is right there, and how could you not? his chest is under your palms, his lips are right against yours, and you can feel his thumb rub circles into your hips.Â
so you kiss himâloop your arms around his neck and tug him closer and press your lips to his. he groans, responds almost instantly as his mouth molds against yours, kissing you deeper as his hand moves to cup your cheek.
your lips are softer than he thought, and his hair is silky against your fingers. you tug at the strands, grab a handful, and feel them against your fingers like youâve wanted to for so long. and when he nips at your bottom lip, who are you to deny him? your lips part, letting his tongue slide in and taste you with a breathy sigh that makes your knees wobble.Â
âs-satoru,â you stutter, whispering between kisses, âsuguru might come in like last timeââ
âgod,â he groans, head burying into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, âdonât fucking talk about your brother right now. please.â
âmy room,â you say urgentlyâitâs all he needs to hear before his hands are on your ass, grabbing you as you wrap your legs around his hips. itâs urgent, the way his mouth is back on yoursâhe doesnât pull away even once the entire walk to your room, not even when he lets your back fall onto the mattress as he hovers over you, pressing kisses along your collarbone.Â
no bra, he notes happily, his hand sneaking under your shirt to toy with your pert nipples.Â
âgod, youâve been driving me fuckinâ crazy,â he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt over your arms and tossing it over his shoulder. he stares, takes in the sight of the same tits heâs been fantasizing over for the last few days in awe. âyou know that? been thinkinâ about these for days,â he says lowly, cupping your tit and massaging as he presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âyouâre shameless,â you mutter, snorting before you cut yourself off with a gasp as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and pulling a soft whine from you.
âshhh,â he chuckles, tilting his head toward the wall next to you, âdonât want suguru to hear, do you? that wouldnât be nice, would it?â
âitâll be worse for you than me,â you grin, tugging at the hem of his own shirt, indicating you want it off. he grins widely, wiggling his brows and making you purse your lips.
âwanna see me shirtless again, huh? third times the charm, as they say,â he winks. you would retort with something as witty, but then your eyes fall on that tattoo againâright under his collarbone, making your hand reach out to trace it with your thumb.Â
âwhat compelled you to get this corny little tattoo of yours,â you grin, giggling as you trace over the small infinity sign.Â
for the first time, you think you witness satoru shy, blushing as he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. âthatâŚthat was an accident. when i got drunk for the first time.â
âoh,â you snort, âyouâre so weak, satoruââ
âdo me a favor, sweetheart,â he hums, cutting you off, âas much as i love when you say my name, say toru for me, yeah? i wanna hear it.â
you roll your eyes, huffing as your hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core.Â
âtoru,â you say breathlessly, âmore.â
thatâs all he needs to hearâsatoru doesnât waste a second before heâs crawling between your legs, sliding your cute little pajama pants down your legs before meeting your dripping pussy.
itâs wetâso wet, he almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. just for old-time's sake. but the ache that shoots down to his cock reminds him that heâs in no position to tease you when heâs not faring any better himself. so he spreads your legs, kisses lightly at your clit in a feather-like touch that has you whimpering and clutching the sheets in anticipation.
âhow pretty,â he mumbles, âbeen hiding this pretty little thing all this time. what a perfect pussy.â
âsatoru,â you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him mostâequal parts because you really need his mouth on your cunt and equal parts because you really need him to shut up.Â
but he chuckles, takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, and watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing, arousal dripping and leaving a mess. itâs perfectâyouâre perfect, and he wants to take his time with you.Â
âgod, youâre soaked,â he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, âthatâs fuckinâ cute.â
before you can even whine at the way his words are shameless, his mouth is back to kissing your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucks and rolls his tongue along the sensitive bud. his fingers sink deep into you, pushing past your folds and slowly bullying into you until the tips of his fingers curl and brush against a spot that makes you squeal.Â
you gasp a breathy, âfuck, toruââ before he hums around your clit, vibrations making you whimper as he thrusts his fingers back in to hit that spot again. itâs sensitive, the way he makes you feelâyour nerves are on fire, and your head is light, and fuck, it feels so good you canât help but sob brokenly and squeeze your thighs around his head. he moans against your cunt, pulling his fingers out before letting his tongue lick a stripe along your slit, tasting you with a sharp inhale.Â
âf-feels good,â you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes crinkle at the corners from squeezing shut.
âyeah?â he hums, kissing your inner thigh, leaving a wet little sheen of his spit and your arousal on the skin, âthatâs a good girlâjust keep telling me how good i make you feel, kay?â
he could stay buried nose-deep into your pussy for as long as you let himâtongue alternating between fucking into you and rolling over your swollen clit, hearing the broken little gasps and whines of his name as you repeat toru over and over again like a prayer. his hand grips at your thigh, sinking his fingertips into the plush skin and rubbing soothingly with his thumb as you rut your hips and grind against his face.Â
satoru has half a mind to watch it againâto lick and suck at your core again and again just so he could burn into his mind what you look like when you cum. itâs divineâlike heâs halfway to stepping into heaven and has to pause just to admire the sight before him.Â
your hips leave the mattress as your back arches, and your fingers tug relentlessly at his roots as your walls quiver, letting satoru taste every drop of your release as you press a palm to your hand and try to keep yourself from squealing at the pleasure.
suguru is right next door. you canât wake himâcanât let him know this is what you and his best friend get up to in the late hours of the night.Â
itâs not until satoru pulls away, catching his breath as he wipes the wet trail on his chin does he realize how hard he isâhow badly heâs aching as his cock strains against his sweats. he hisses as he frees himself; ridding his sweats and boxers and wrapping a large hand around the tip of his erection and smearing the leaking pre cum along his length.Â
you watch in awe, reaching over and replacing his hand with yours. satoru was rightâyour hand is infinitely smaller than his, and yet, it feels a great deal better. so much better, in fact, that his arms shake as he hovers over you, burying his head into your neck and groaning as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.
he didnât even have to show you what he wanted, what makes him feel good, what makes his mind fog with pleasure and burn through every nerve. no, you figure it all out on your own, pulling strangled moans and hushed gasps from him that make your clit ache once more.Â
âfuck, baby,â he pants, âcanât last long like thisâcâmon, g-gotta feel you.â gently, he pries your hand from his thick, pulsing cock, laying it against your stomach as he peers down in fascination. âiâll be right here,â he hums, drawing a line on your skin right where his tip ends, âsee that? thatâs where youâll feel me, sweetheart.â
âthen let me feel you,â you murmur, cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, âfuck me, toruâwanâ it so bad.â
so he doesâdrags his tip along your folds and collects the slick pooling at your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. his jaw is clenched, breath labored as he waits for you to adjust, lets you kiss his cheeks and nose as you murmur how handsome he is, how perfect he feels, how good is to you.Â
âthat asshole ever make you cum?â he asks lowly, âhe ever eat your pussy like that? make you cum hard enough you had to cover your mouth so youâre not screaming his name?â
âno,â you breathe, quivering as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles, still painfully still as he stares down at you, ân-no, never. just youâonly youââ
âgood,â he grins, âthatâs what i like to hear. and when i make you cum on my cock, make sure to tell me heâs never done that either, yeah?â
âyouâre full of it,â you scoff, âalways have been.â
âand youâre full of me,â he says cheekily, chuckling as you glare half-heartedly. âcan i move, baby? please? need more, âs not enough. n-need moreââ
âyeah,â you whimper, pulling him closer, chests brushing against each other as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, âyeahâneed more too, toru.â
satoru, in all his years of knowing you, has never seen the side of you that could be this gentle. the side that glides your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his muscles, gently caressing the skin like itâs holy, like itâs not worthy of marksâinstead to be worshipped and revered with thoughtful touches. your lips sear into every part of him they can findâhis lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face digs into your neck. even your voice is a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, itâs like saying it wrong could break him.Â
your hips buck up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buries his cock into you as deep as itâll go with every harsh thrust. you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the back of your walls, your abused cunt sucking him in and hugging around him as he groans.Â
the friction feels sickening, like heâll pass out any second, like heâs floating between the precipice of pleasure and the edge of consciousness.Â
you do that to himâhe doesnât know how or when or why, but you make him feel like he doesnât have a grip on his own senses. he doesnât mind it so much, he thinksâdoesnât hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around him. it feels nicer that way, like itâs where he belongs.
âfuck, âs so tight,â he rasps, whining into your neck as your hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips are rutting into you sloppily now, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he nears his highâbut that doesn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, slamming into your sensitive spot every time without fail. âc-cumââm gonna cum. cum with me, sweetheart.â
ââm so close, toru,â you sobâand then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum againâharder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. ât-toru,â you gasp brokenly, âfuck, âs goodâso good.â
âbaby,â he moans lowly, âfuck, youâre so perfect. prettiest thing everâprettiest pussy ever. i, sh-shitââ your orgasm quickly has him falling into his own, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sings into your neck, fucking his load into you.Â
itâs messy, the way cum spills out of you and coats his cockâbut itâs perfect and feels so, so right. you canât help but think how perfectly satoru fits against you as his body slumps on top of yours, panting and spent as he cages you in his arms.
your hand doesnât leave his hairânow that you know how it feels, you donât think you can stop threading your fingers through it, ever.Â
âwow, toothless,â he chuckles after a bit, âyouâre seriously obsessed with me, huh? i mean, how long have you been nursing this crush on me, hmm? thinking about your brotherâs best friend, you naughty little thingââ
âsatoru, would you shut that mouth for once,â you hiss, rolling your eyesâstill, thereâs an affectionate grin on your lips this time as he chuckles into your skin.Â
âoh baby, iâm afraid this mouth never shuts, so you should get usedââ
suddenly, you both freeze as you hear suguruâs voice through the door. âyou two better not be fucking doing what i think youâre doing,â he growls, making your jaw drop and satoruâs eyes widen.
fuckâthat was never supposed to happen. suguru was never supposed to hear, let alone know.
âhey,â satoru starts, âif suguru kicks me out of our place, i can come be your new permanent housemate, right?â

do not comment about a part 2
yeah he can come live with me any time and as long as he pays by sucking my tiddies i shall provide all food and utilities and everything
fratboy!gojo official chapter 1.5 ;) rewritten to hell and back!!!



cw: fem! afab reader, cheating boyfriend, mini panic attack, sub reader, unprotected sex, gojo aint shit, reader is has low self esteem
"C'mon babe, just give me one more chance. I love you. She was just a mistake!"
"You slept with her 8 times."
"I'm sorry. Who's talking to you?"
You don't know what to do. You have half of a mind to ask him 'why' before you feel Maxâs arms around you.
âYou have some fucking nerve even showing your face to her. go slip into some other bitch, loser.â
âHow about you let her speak for herself, huh? This doesnât involve you.â
âAndrew I,â Itâs pathetic the way youâre shaking, but when you lift from your friend's arms and see the reassuring nod she gives you, your heartbeat slows. âI just- I won't take you back. Please, just go.â youâre shaking like a leaf in the wind and you almost wince when you see his mouth open again. But he doesnât speak. For a second you think you see a flash of remorse, but then anger is so hot on his face you don't even recognize him.
âWhatever, not even worth the trouble.â and then heâs just stalking off.
You should feel relieved, happy even. But you don't. in fact, ou feel youâre gonna throw up at any moment. Your arm is wrapped around your chest as you try to ground yourself.
Concrete. breathe in. grass. Breathe out.
There's concrete, grass, and people. Breathe in.
There's concrete, grass, people, and trees. Breathe out.
â-Hey! Did you hear me?â
Vision clearing, you blink up at the voice. You almost forgot Max was here. Her hazel eyes are full of worry, and you think for a second that youâve died and are being held by an angel.
 Her wine-red hair is in pretty beach waves and her tan skin glows under the fall sun. When your eyes focus on her glossed lips, you realize again that sheâs talking.
âHuh? 'm sorry, what was that?â
sheâs stroking your hair out of your face with a pout.Â
âNena, you look so drained already. 'Was just saying that I can miss this one lecture and we can go home, just for today.â
you appreciate the concern, so much so you hug deeper into the crook of her neck.
â'm okay. Plus, we are already here.â
You can feel her sigh into the crown of your head. âAlright, but if you ever want to leave-â
âI know.â You still have a sickly feeling in your gut, but her embrace makes the weight lighter. âIâll tell you, promise.â
âOk, Nena. Letâs go.â
...
you shouldâve gone home.
Actually, thatâs a lie. If you did you would miss the lecture on what you need to focus on for your next midterm. But as you gaze at the familiar blue in front of your eyes, you think about how if you were maybe a second faster to leave you wouldnât be frozen like how you are now. Youâre sweating out your cardigan for sure.
âRemember me?"
He knows the answer to that question.
...
"Your uber is almost here! Make sure you call me once you get there, and text me quarterly!"
"I will, don't worry!" you know why she's so nervous to let you go to a party alone and as much as you would prefer her there with you, she has to study. You've spent the past 3 weeks crying, eating, and crying some more. Getting cheated on is horrible. But getting cheated on by your high school sweetheart, who you've been with for 3 years, with his friend's sister? It's all you've been thinking about despite all of yo ur efforts to make it stop. Today is about you. Today has to be about you, because youâre losing yourself. You're gonna go to this party, let loose, have fun, and forget about him. Even if you have your qualms about going to parties alone.Â
You pull out your shortest dress, wear your hair how you like, and put on your favorite perfume. When Max sees you, she smiles.
"What a bad girl!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
It's enough of a reassurance that you smile and turn to look for shoes to wear. You're just about to pull out heels when she stops you.
"Short platforms, Hermana. You'll get sores on your feet with anything higher."
you let her pull down heels for you and, with one last tight hug, she goes over everything in your purse.
"Phone?"
"Yup."
"Portable charger?"
"Yup."
"Cash?"
"Always."
"Pepper spray?"
"mhm."
"Keys." instead of speaking, you curl your finger around the jump ring and twirl them around your fingers.
"Okay. okay, yeah, you're set," she says, mostly to herself.
"Max?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm nervous."Â
"Don't be," she hums, smoothing your hair and then the neckline of your dress. "Youâll knock âem dead. Just be safe."
"Thank you, I dunno what I'd do without you," you coo, kissing her cheek.
"I know! Have fun!"
...
The party sucks. Not because of food, music, or drinks. Not because of the conversation youâve been making with familiar faces, or the occasional eyes that fall from your eyes to your chest and legs, and shy question of if youâre open to a date after âwhat happened with that guy.ââ And then youâre reminded why you came here before saying âyouâre not interested in anything serious at the moment.â Then as youâre on your way to the bathroom, you see him. And when you see him, you see her. And suddenly the fruity drinks turned to shots, and slight swaying turned into tipsy grinding, and then youâre dragging somebody to the couch in tears.
"That piece of shit had the nerve to show his face around here after what he did! I never deserved that! I was there for him it his lowest, then that- that son of a bitch threw it all in my face!"
"Aww baby, what a dick."
"And- and he even," you're sniffling when a hand cups your cheek, wiping away stray tears as you talk the exact thing you were supposed to forget about. "He even gave her the sweater I bought for him! It has our initials on it, not theirs!"
"that's horrible!" it comes out in a gasp, and suddenly you're being pulled against someone's chest. You forget how you got here, nor do you know whoâs crystal blue eyes you're looking into, but they sure are pretty. You're just about rolling off his chest to fill your cup again before he reaches into his jean pocket and dangles something in your face.
"Do ya smoke, sweetheart?" he says with a wicked smile and you just nod. Part of you recognizes the man in front of you, so you rationalize that as a good enough excuse. You've seen his white hair somewhere; you just can't place your finger on it.
You don't dwell on it much longer when you see his pink tongue peek from his lips and lick the backwood shut. It's not inherently dirty, but it is enough to make your thighs clench. His hand disappears back into his pocket as he fishes out a lighter, and you're so enamored that your hands find his chest and you gasp. He's ripped. But all he does is smile, take a long drag from his blunt, and then your senses are clouded with smoke.
"Hey!" you're telling him off, but when the smoke clears, he's smirking. You swat his chest in response, but then you're only reminded of how firm he feels under his white tee. And now heâs poking at your sides.
"What's wrong?"
"Quit it!"
"Quit what?" His fingers only speed up, and you're pouting at him to hold back the laugh threatening to escape from you. Heat blooms everywhere he touches, and he keeps it up until your hands trap around his wrist. Seeming bored, he sets his hand on your thigh and brings the blunt to your lips. The next immeasurable amount of minutes is spent rotating it without a word, and the more you smoke, the lighter you feel, and the more your thighs seem to rub together. The heat pooling between your legs only gets worse when his hand squeezes your thigh, and the whine you let out is hard to decider if it was in your head or not.
"Are you apart of this?"
He hums a question, but when you gesture to the surrounding party, he 'ahs' in understanding.
"You don't know? I'm a part of this fraternity."
"I don't even know your name."
Now he genuinely looks surprised, "It's Satoru."
Satoru...? The name sends a pang of recognition through your head, but you can't place it completely. No doubt that he's popular, though. When you tell him your name, he grins.
"That's a pretty name, sweetheart. Fits a pretty girl like you."
And despite your better judgment, you bask in the compliment. The heat between your thighs has turned into slick and thereâs no doubt that this party is proving to be beneficial.
âSo, you're a jock?" you try to ask it in a steady voice, but with how hazy you're feeling from the weed you doubt it comes out stable.
"Something like that." he laughs, but it's all too vague.
"Is that why you joined?" he takes another long drag and passes the blunt to you, this time blowing the smoke out of your face.
"I joined for a friend," and when that answer doesn't please you, he goes on. "I have a friend, I'm really close to him so I joined the same fraternity as him when he asked. I don't mind it, being in a fraternity has its props, i.e; this party."
His voice is so nice. "You seem like the party type."
He just shrugs and puts the blunt out on a random coaster. "I just like fun, sweetheart. Plus, the desserts are always the best part."
That catches your attention. "Right!" you gush, practically jumping up. You think you hear him groan, but you are faded.
"I never would've thought a frat party would carry the best desserts I've ever had.
"Glad you like it. Especially since I put the word in for it."
"Shut up!"
"I'm serious!â
you open your mouth to speak, but something buzzes in the purse next to you and you suddenly remember you haven't texted Max in almost an hour.
"Hey girl u good?"
"???"
"If you're dead I'll kill u,"
"Imsosorryimokaydontworry! 1,"
"K stay safe"
"Did you hear me?"
You snap your head up and see eyes that were icy blue, now a clouded cerulean. "What?"
"I said, it's getting crowded. Do you wanna go upstairs?"
You look around. It looks about the same to you. When you look back at him and his pretty face, you can't find it in you to say no, so you just nod and slide off his lap. Standing up, you get a bit dizzy off your high and grip Satoru's hand to keep from falling flat on your face. And thatâs when you realize he's much, much taller than you.
He doesn't seem to mind how tightly youâre holding onto him, even smiling down at you before leading you somewhere up a flight of stairs. Your heart feels like it may beat out of your chest when he pushes past a door that you can just tell isn't his. The room is small, just a bed, closet, and dresser, and none of the trophies on it have his name on them.
âYou know, your ex is an idiot.â
You can feel his hands run over your arms when he says it and youâre sighing into him, with your head falling weakly over his shoulder. You know what he wants, and you can't bring yourself to push off him when you feel how his breath fans over your ear and his rock-hard erection brushes against your back.
âYou want me to show you better? Give you what you deserve?â
all you do is whine and then heâs kissing down your shoulders and sliding the straps of your dress off.
âGive me an answer, baby. Let me hear you say it.â
And you do. In a breathy gasp, you ask, âPlease,â and feel him smile into the crook of your neck before pulling back. You know what he wants, and you canât bring yourself to push his off, because you want it too.
âThen how about you show me just how pretty you are under that dress, hmm?â
And again, as if on a spell, you do. In slow and shaky hands, you remove your dress, mentally cursing yourself for not choosing a cuter set to have worn under. You sit on the bed to take off your shoes. Your heart doubles when you look up at him through heavy eyes from where you sit to see him mirroring your expression.Â
âKnew youâd be so pretty. Youâre a real sight, sweetheart,â he groans, rolling his palm over his erection with a shiver.
Youâre dripping from the praise. Blame it on your destroyed self-esteem, but you havenât felt this desire in a while. You want to shy away from it, but his fingers run down your clothed slit and you lose yourself. He doesnât waste time once he feels how wet you are already, just huffs out a laugh and peels your underwear and bra from your sweaty body and groans.Â
Your eyes are glued to the way he strips his shirt off, showing his defined stature, but when he kicks off his pants, your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock on full display. He's much bigger than your ex.
âIâll fuck him out of your head, baby. Donât bother thinkinâ about anything but my dick.â
âŚ
You couldnât think of anything else if you tried. Heâs bullied himself so deep inside you, you can barely cover your cries with your palm. Satoru rams into you with so much fervor that the bed is squeaking. And when he hits the spot that has you seeing stars, all you can get out is âThank you,â repeatedly, gripping onto anything you can for a sense of stability.
One hand closes around your throat while the other draws circles on your clit and tears stream down your face as your back arches into him in the bliss of your orgasm washing over you.
âFuck- so pretty like that. Tell me who fucks you this good. Who makes your pretty pussy cum the hardest?"
"You do! Jus' you Satoru!" that seems to do it, because his bottom lip is sucked between his teeth and his hips are stuttering.
âm close- fuck tell me where you want it. Want me to come over those pretty tits, babe? Or maybe all over that face, hmm?â on a whim, your thighs close around him.
âInside. I want you inside. 'm-Â ahh- ahn the pill, promise,â
And he doesnât even get another thrust in before you feel him fill you up in airy groans. He rides out his orgasm inside you in frenzied thrust, so when he pulls out you both shudder at the loss of contact. He gathers your clothes up and helps you shimmy back into them, not bothering to hide how pleased he is when you pull your underwear up, trapping the seed thatâs dripped out of you. You watch him dress while you run your hand through his hair, laying down the tufts that have fluffed up. You look up at him, to see him already looking at you. And this time itâs not at your lips or tits, but you, and you feel so embarrassed you back away.
buzz!
A chill runs down your spine at the ringing âOh shit!â
âwhatâs wrong?â
âM-my roommate!â You say, hands frantically rummaging through the sheets before hearing your bag drop into the floor and pulling your phone out. âShit! I shouldâve been there 30 minutes ago!â
âHey, itâs alright. I can take you home.â
âNo, no, itâs okay, Iâll just get an Uber.â but heâs already picking your bag up and walking out of the room through a group of boys who recognize what happened by the way their eyes widen when they see you stumble after Satoru but say nothing.
When you plop into the passenger seat of his car, you don't know what to think. Should you have done that? At a party at that? He didn't even take you to his room. It's not long until you're simultaneously fighting the urge to puke and fall asleep, but you canât tell if itâs regret or alcohol. The drive to your dorm is short, and when he reaches the building he rounds the car, opening the door and holding his hand out to you with a boyish expression, you smile to yourself
"Whatâs got you smilinâ like that?" he mused, easily lifting you from where you sat and steading you with another hand on your lower back.
"Nothing in particular . Just happy," he doesnât respond to that, just squeezes your hand a bit.
...
"Is that who you were talking to? Oh, my- did you guys fuck?"
"Max, let me sleep." You know she heard that through the pillow you have over your face, but she doesn't pay it any mind.
"The QB, huh? He's a total upgrade from ese cabrĂłn."
QB?
"QB! That's how I knew him! He's the fucking quarterback!"
"Did you seriously not remember... he's has an article written every other day."
"It blanked on me, I guess. I just kept thinking he looked so familiar."
"That's like when girls used to read at concerts to seem mysterious." She's giggling at first, but when your pillow hits her square in her face, she's practically rolling on the floor.
"So, what now? Gonna be a cheerleader to live out that cliche?"
You roll your eyes at her, but a part of you feels disappointed when you think about how things will be now.
"Doesn't matter. Not like it meant anything."
...
âRemember me?"
Of course, you do.
"No."
He knows you're lying. You can tell by the way his smile deepens despite your words. His head dips to yours, just a nudge away from your lips.
"Oh~ Satoru! Thank you! Thank y-" You slap your hands over his mouth and frantically look around the halls to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully, most people are more focused on Satoru as they walk by and not on your flustered expression.
"Why are you here, Gojo?" it's not that the sight of him doesn't make you nervous, much less his proximity. But you genuinely do not know why he's talking to you.
"Oh, so we're on a last names basis now? âts not fair, though. I don't even know your last name, sweetheart. Should I just use mine?" he hums, obviously not worried about your apprehension.
"Wait? No? Wh-"
"No?" He pouts, batting his eyelashes. You know it's a joke, but your heart still drops.
"I don't mean 'no' like 'no,' I just- I don't know why you're talking to me. Or how you knew how to find me."
He just shrugs, grinning. âI would love to answer all of those questions⌠preferably over a nice meal.â his hand falls to his stomach and his head falls to his shoulder. ââm just so hungry, sweetheart.â
You know what heâs getting at. And maybe if he wasnât so damn cute, youâd say no. but you canât ignore that airy feeling floating around you as he smiles at your meek nod. As shallow as it may be, you canât help the validation you feel at just the idea of someone like Gojo would even give you the time of day. You find that he at least acts like a gentleman. Opening the car door for you. Walking on the side closest to the street. Opening the door to the diner for you.
Itâs a homey thing. black-and-white checkered tiles, red walls with tons of polaroids and framed pictures of food and happy families, and a shiny red jukebox that steals your attention.
âHello, how may I- why are you here?â
âI missed u too, Hime,â he cooed, batting his eyelashes toward a very unamused girl. âDonât be shy~ I know you missed your favorite customer.â
âMissed you like the plague.â She sneers with a creased brow. Her hand taps on the screen in front of her before flipping her navy-blue pigtails over her shoulders, revealing a name tag that reads âUtahime.â
âLet me show you to your table,â she says, and you donât miss the way she shoves Gojo out of the way with her shoulder when she walks past him. She guides you two to a booth in the diner's corner with seats the same shade as the walls and tells you that someone âwill be with you shortlyâ after walking away, not without throwing another nasty look at Gojo, and a simple nod to you.
âIâm her best friend , she just has a hard time showing it,â he says, readjusting himself on the leather seats.
âYou woulda had me fooledâŚâ you mumble, a little startled when he laughs in response. Itâs oh-so warm and you let yourself bask in it quietly, forgetting what you came here for.
but after a bit of conversation over the menu and your orders, you build up enough courage to ask.
âSo, what did you need?â
âHmm?â and the way he tilts his head at the question makes your face warm.
âYou took the effort to find my class, must need something important from me.â you say, listening to the buzz from the large overhead fan above you, and the smooth jazz coming from somewhere behind you.
âyouâre right,â he says, turning at the same time to thank the server for your food s. âthere actually is something important that I need.â
oh?
âYou know,â he says, picking around his food with his head resting on his palm. âEver since we slept together, I can't stop thinking about you.â
oh?
âItâs only been a night!â you squeak, quieting down when you see a server walk by.
âI know. I canât get you off my mind.â
âSo?â
âDon't you wanna get over your stupid ex-boyfriend? he's a real sight for sore eyes, and by that, I mean painful to look at. Especially compared to my looks.â
âI'm not interested!â you whine through your teeth, crushing your straw.
âBut then, how else should I calm my heart?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âDon't you get it, doll?â he asks, waving his fork in a circle toward you. âI'm mad for you.â
You almost choke on your drink. Gojo Satoru, mad for you. Itâs either a fairytale come true or a sick joke. âBut then, what is it you want from me?â
âA chance. A fair one. Let me prove to you that your ex is an idiot.â
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"missed me, baby?"
the first thing he asked to you before capturing your lips with his. it's been long since he felt your lips against his. he couldn't himself but feel bad for the long time he got trapped and leaving you all alone for yourself and now he's here.
his insides melt as he mercilessly thrusts inside you. your velvety walls against his hard cock, scrambling your insides.
gojo changed. not only his demeanor but also his body. he's not the lanky guy you've always known. he got you pressed against the wall. your chunky legs hooked in his arms while he drills into you like there's no tomorrow for him to touch you.
his cerulean eyes holding more intensity than it ever had and you can't help but to melt. you couldn't hold eye contact with him more longer but the way he pounds into you and trapping you against the wall. it's useless.
"don't look away, pretty." he says and you obediently followed him. you could never say no to him.
you can feel the power and the strength he holds when he have you creaming around him. every part of your body jiggling, prominently on your stomach and your creamy thighs slapping against his muscular biceps.
his buff muscles contracts the more he holds you tight. the slap of his hips against yours so rough it makes you cry.
gojo grins looking at you so dumb and cock drunk from fucking you hard. he's just that good at giving you the utmost pleasure. your tears spilling at the corners of your eyes and he licks the salty tears.
"missed you so much, satoru." you managed to gasp out. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly to yours. no words are said.
biting the pulse in your neck and snaps his hips roughly. legs shaking and you can feel you were cumming too and you only cried burying your face in his neck.
he could keep this sweet torture but he won't last long too. need to fill you to the brim for all the days he's been away from you until he can see you spilling his cum. that would be great.
with a few thrusts, he groans. dumping his load inside you. spurts and spurts painting your walls inside, mixing with your juices and that will never be enough. he needs to keep filling you.
he's been long locked out of heaven and he won't waste another second from fucking you. again and again.

Exes who convince you to get back with them by fucking you until youâre cumming and making a mess on his cock. Heâll have you in a mating press just so he can get a perfect view of how your pussy clenches around him. He knows every spot to make you tremble. Heâs cocky about it. Itâs almost a cycle for him. Youâll storm out telling him how youâre done with his shit. You'll slam the door telling him you never want to see him again. Yet somehow you always end up in the same position, ankles resting on his shoulder taking his cock babbling about how you love him so much.
âMmh, I love you so much babyâ your words are a memorized pattern that you always find yourself drooling whenever youâre with him.
He chuckles, eyes never leaving the area where you two connect. The squelching sounds of your hole are almost as loud as your moans
âYou love me baby?â he groans â This pussy loves me too, listen to how sheâs purringâ
His thrusts are rough. Youâre almost positive the neighbors are sick of the two of you. Heâs in a trance. All he can think about is making you cum on his cock. The way your hole squeezes him only fuels him. He canât help but admit how much he missed this. The way you call his name is like music to his ears. He hasnât heard your pretty voice beg him to let you cum in so long. Heâs savoring this moment. His hips meet your roughly grunting each time he bottoms out.
âThought you said you were done with meâ he knows he should be thankful he has you back but heâs so cocky he canât help but tease you a little. You look away embarrassment flooding through you.
âLook at me babyâ he growls â Look at how much your pussy missed meâ his eyes are trained on the way you suck him in.
âYou missed this cock didnât you?â He knows his words are getting to you. Your whimpers grow louder. All you can do is give in and admit your truth.
âMissed you so much babyâ your voice is shaky. Your eyes meet his and he has a smirk on his face hearing your words. He places his hand on your stomach, feeling where his cock is.
"You feel that baby?" his eyes switch back and forth between the creamy mess your making on his cock and the bulge that shows where his cock presses inside of you.
He leans down to put his head into your neck to leave wet kisses. His hands wrap around you pulling you close. His groans fill your ears and for a moment you want to never hear anything other than that again.
âYouâre mineâ his words match his thrust You can feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm. "Say it" he growls. His thrust are sloppy. His mind floods with his claim over you. You want to speak, to give him an answer but you feel so fucked out of your mind all you can do and whimper and moan. He chuckles watching you practically go dumb from his cock.
âI guess i gotta fuck you until you remember whoâs pussy this isâ

Matsukawa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Osamu, Suna, Sukuna, Toji, Gojo, Tsukishima, Semi, Geto

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⸠A SOUVENIR FOR THE MORNING - GOJO SATORU.
synopsis: youâve avoided him for the last eight years, only for him to pop back into your life, leaving you with no room to run away as he asks you to kiss him. catch is, he now has a golden ring on his promise finger.
content: 9.2k words (idk how this happened, and it's unedited bc it's too long to go through) afab!reader, she/her pronouns, cursing, explicit smut, light angst, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, and anxiety triggers (picking at nails), pet names (baby, sweetheart, love, angel, good girl). minors do not interact.


The room is packed with people when you walk in. It was hard to recall some faces from the mirage of dimmed lights making you feel mildly dizzy and it didnât help how the buzzing in your head from the smell of champagne and the loud chatter from the already drunk almost thirty-year-olds that canât seem to contain their liquor-like novices, made you want to go home increasingly more.
âItâs only 9:41, and theyâre drinking like theyâve never tasted alcohol before,â you heard Shoko mumble as she searched through her purse to reach for her perfume, âyou want some?â Your best friend offered with a smile as she looked at you through the bathroom mirror.Â
âIâm okay,â you smiled back, âcanât have all the boys following me around with that,â you teased.
Shaking her head in disapproval, âIf you see me go home with any of these drunks, I give you full permission to hit me, no, in fact, Iâll pull up to your apartment every morning with coffee and take you to work for a week if I do,â Shoko shuddered while furrowing her brows only to quickly soften the moment she saw you lightly picking at your thumb â an anxious habit youâve picked up throughout the years, only but the keenest of eyes being able to notice your anxiety.
âYou okay love?â Her voice was sweet as she leaned against the restroom sink.
âMhm, of course,â you faked a smile, âI guess Iâm just a little nervous seeing everyone, you know,â lightly chuckling as you bit your lips. Little was underlying, when the knot in your stomach was building up, making you force down the urge to entirely vomit in the moment.Â
âPeople are thrilled to see you again,â placing her hand on your shoulder, âitâs literally been years for you,â she huffed, pouting as she reminisced over the years she attended alone. Â
âwell âm sure one will be sure thrilled ââ her voice suddenly drained from a crowd of people entering the restroom, slightly pushing you towards her, ânevermind come on, letâs go get something to drink,â Shoko muttered as she led you out, gently massaging your tense neck as she encouraged, bringing her lips to your ears, âif anyone bites, Iâll chop their dick off,â Shoko threatened with a flashing smile as she led you to a nearby table. Â
Itâs only 9:41 â no, 9:42.
College reunions, who looks forward to that?Â
There was no particular reason for you to be anxious, itâs been years since. Youâve prepared yourself for this, meditating every single day since you got the notification in your email on a Tuesday evening â an invite to rsvp for a room at the Aman Hotel.Â
Maybe it wouldnât have been so nerve-wracking if youâve been consistently going out to these every year since theyâve held one. But every year there seems to be a conflict in the schedule that forbade you to go.
One year it was your boss last-minute asking your team to work overtime, when a rookie employee lost all the data when he supposedly fell asleep, accidentally losing months of all your blood, sweat, and tears to make it for the deadline on your next advertising project.Â
Poor kid was fired the next day.
The following year, you were determined to go, going as far as walking to the restaurant, when the sudden nausea of socializing plagued your mind. The joyous welcomings and celebrations annoyingly muffled in your ear as you groaned past a familiar voice that seemed to call out your name from a distance. Your feet walking on their own volition through your sleep deprivation. Only to wake up in your bed with countless text messages from your best friend asking what the hell happened.Â
No wonder it was so fucking loud that night.Â
Another was simple, not your fault this time. Shoko couldnât make it because of her rounds at the hospital.Â
Never in hell were you going to show up alone.Â
And the last one, well your taxi got a sudden flat tire. That in itself was a confirmation for you not to go, nor did you have any dying wish to go. Quickly texting your best friend, huffing out a sigh of relief as you pressed send.
<< sorry⌠canât make it tonight. I promise, next year!!Â
Today, well things seemed to have aligned. No overtime, no flat tires, no sleep deprivation, no nothing.
Maybe it was an excuse?Â
Maybe you were subconsciously avoiding it?Â
But ironic is it, that life seems to protect you when most fragile, only to push you out into the void when least expected making you feel even more vulnerable, feeling so exposed in such a cruel world.Â
Or maybe the universe was waiting for this moment, that despite your consensus or approval, it was determined that you were ready to confront it â well it, being the owner of a pair of brilliant light blue eyes that sparkled like an aqua jewel, shining brighter than when youâve last seen them clouded in tears as you let go of his trembling hand for the last time, crushing his pure heart as you left him with, âiâm sorry.â
Was that already eight years ago?Â
But whether it was the consequence of your selfish choice or a blessing of choosing to be selfless, luck was on your side todayâŚ
⌠well, you hoped at least somewhat on your side.
âMy ⌠look who it is,â you heard a voice from behind you.
Turning around, though the shame of suddenly cutting him off enticed your heart as you faced him, you couldnât help but smile at his familiar face walking over with two drinks in his hand.
Holding the same gentle eye smile, with a lock of his black hair falling down on his left side, donned in a white dress shirt with his sleeves cuffed at the elbows, no tie but buttons loosely opened with a pair of dark slacks and shined dress shoes. Geto Suguru walked over.
âArenât you still handsome,â you complimented with a sweet smile.
âDonât feed into his ego like that,â Shoko chimed as she nudged your arm, âhis head is already big enough.â
âWho me?â Exaggerating his response, only to soon level down to the same amiable smile, calm cadence youâve remembered him to have as he offered you a drink, âI have to take all the compliment I can get, donât know when youâll go awol and go missing for another eight years.â
âFunnyâŚâ you muttered, rolling your eyes while taking the drink by the stem, âand thank you, Suguru.â
âWhereâs mine?â Shoko jabbed while shooting a glare at his nonchalance.
âNot here,â Geto flashed a smile, innocently shrugging.Â
âWhatever, Iâll get my own,â shaking her head in disapproval, grumbling while making her way to get a drink, but still making a point to stop in front of the man to warn, âDonât say anything weird Suguru, I barely got her to come today.â
âRelax, âm just trying to catch up with an old friend,â Geto countered, making a point to whisper while smiling at you.
âI won't hurt her, that I promise,â Geto affirmed.Â
Your best friend walked off only to turn around for a brief moment as she worriedly looked back at you âText me for anything okay?âÂ
âIâll be fine! Donât worry,â you reassured.
âAnd donât forget what I said, Iâll even cut his,â deadpanning while looking at your male counterpart, âI got no problem doing it, Iâm medically certified anyways, thereâs nothing that a sharp scalpel canât fix, â Shoko stated with an innocent smile while walking off.Â
âSo,â releasing a sigh as he pushed the strains of his hair back, âhowâve you been?â Geto smiled.
âIâve been⌠okay,â you confessed while placing your lips against your glass before taking a sip, âcould be better.â
âThought you were living your life,â Geto teased, his voice laced with sarcasm, âShoko wouldnât tell us much about you.â
âI⌠I told her not to,â you confessed while leaning against your table, the pain of your heels starting to ache up your back.Â
âHow come? Werenât we your friends too?âÂ
âI just didnât think it was best to keep myself in the circle when I ââ biting the inside of your mouth to stuff the suffocating knot forming underneath your lungs.
â â When you broke up with him?â Geto finished your hesitation.
Nodding yes, you softly whispered, âI thought it was for the best for him.â
âFor the best huh?â Geto chuckled, âwell I guess you didnât know him too well then.â
âWhat do you mean?â Your brows furrowed as your mouth started to feel dry, âI did it because we werenât compatible, I wouldâve been a stumbling block for him,â you stammered as your voice started to shake, âI- I wouldâve halted his growth, and he wouldâve hated me in the end if I selfishly held onto him when he was worth so much more than being with me,â you confessed with lips quivering as a tear fell, only to quickly brush it away before Suguru could notice.
But nothing passes with him, he reads right through you. His voice softened, âWas this your insecurity youâve decided for him or â â turning his body to face you while his body leaned on his arm against the standing table, âWas this something he actually wouldâve struggled with?â
âI canât change the past Suguru.â You shamefully avoided his gaze, âI still stand by my decision.â
âI donât doubt that,â shrugging as he exhaled, âI mean, you did avoid him for almost a decade.â
âH-he seems happy,â you let your thoughts slip.
âYou think so?âÂ
âShoko would tell me about everyone, you, himâ you unnoticingly spewed out your thoughts. âOf course not in full detail, but that youâve established your own studio, and that youâve finally released those photos.â
âMhm, thatâs correct, wouldâve loved to have invited you to the exhibition, it was quite⌠a moment,â he chuckled while playing with his fingers.Â
âThat Megumiâs in high school and that heâs gotten in trouble for beating up the school bullies,â lowly laughing as you remembered how cute yet scarily mature he was for his age.
âNanami hates corporate life, but still listens to what he has to say even if itâs outrageous.â Taking a sip of your drink, the sparkle of the beverage mildly burning your throat, â... and that heâs traveling the world living his life.â
Mumbling under your breath, âheâs even recently gone to Paris and had a night picnic with ââ
âYou stalked him?â Geto teased as he huffed out a laugh when he caught your shocked expression
âNo â I mean, Shoko would tell me,â you stammered.
âSure, whatever you say, sweetheart," Geto teased, "but just to let you know, he just got back. And from what I know, they havenât met since he arrived. His plane shouldâve landed,â while dramatically looking at his watch, âI donât know like an hour ago? Heâs probably on his way over here,â Geto handsomely winked as he suddenly placed a gentle hold of your waist and brought you near his side.
âYou know⌠heâll look for you, now knowing that youâre hereâ Geto whispered into your ear.
âHow does he know⌠I told Shoko to not tell ââ
Blinking innocently at you with a smile, while playing with his phone, âcanât avoid the poor guy forever.â
âIâm not avoiding him,â you sighed knowing what Geto had done, âjust didnât have a chance to run into him.â
âWhatever you say, sweetheart,â releasing you with a smile, â if youâre really sure about where you stand, then donât run away from him.â
Geto's eyes flash to the entrance doors for a split second and land back on you.
âBut would you look at that,â humming as he pointed to his empty glass yet his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. It was the first in a while that you felt your heart sinking, all the blood in your body rushing out, making you suddenly feel lifeless and queasy.
âGonna get another glass, you want one?â Suguru suggested.
âIâm okay, but thank you Suguru,â you quickly stated as your heart started to beat faster by the second.
âSure, just donât be a stranger again,â Suguru teased as he started to walk off, but your hand immediately reached out to catch his arm to quickly reinforce, âI- I mean it⌠thank you.â
Knowing your implication, smiling as he received your thanks, âNo need, as fucking cringe it is,â chuckling as he shook his head, looking over your shoulder and back at you, âheâs my best friend, of course, Iâll be there for him.â
Letting go of his arm, your hands anxiously balled into a fist as you quickly turned around to avoid him, doing anything to hide from his sight. You felt your breaths becoming increasingly more difficult to inhale, and stagnant as your palms started to sweat.Â
âIâm not avoiding him⌠Iâm not avoiding himâ you quietly mumbled to yourself, your words contradicting your actions as you walked further away onto the balcony, texting Shoko,Â
<< Iâll be outside getting some fresh air (: let me know when you want to leave. Â
Closing your phone, as you let the night breeze wash against your face, leaving light chills around your body, you nervously sighed, âItâs been eight years you sayâŚâ
âÂ
Your story was nothing short of the typical â difference in class and status, trying to make things work just for the convenience of love. It wasnât hard at first to situate yourself into his life, nor was it any difficult for him to become accustomed to yours.Â
They say time will change things, circumstances will get better. Be patient with your season, and youâll be rewarded for your hardwork.
But somethings never change no matter how hard you try to alter the dice. Heâs rich and youâre just average.
Money works for him, while you had to take on multiple jobs just to make your next rent at the start of your career.Â
He was bound for greatness at a young age, trained by the best professionals and tutored by an exquisite league of mentors. While you had to settle for things, simply dreaming of the what can be. Thus, you worked even harder. You pushed yourself to keep up, to become of the level of who heâs supposed to be, and what he could accomplish.Â
When he dozed off in class, you stayed up. You studied, pulled all-nighters, chugged caffeine, and oftentimes had to push back dates with him for simple study sessions â he didnât complain, said he liked to just sleep with his head rested on your lap while he cuddled into your stomach while you studied.Â
âDonât mind me, Iâll be your personal radiator,â he would chime with a boyish grin on his face, taking off his sunglasses as he stretched his long legs before latching behind you like a koala, âwake me up when youâre done, Iâll drive you home,â Gojo peacefully murmured without forgetting to place a kiss to your shoulder, while you stressed over your next exam.Â
With him, even the coldest days always felt warm.
And on the next day, heâll always take you to class with some soup and hot tea, murmuring about your poor dietary choices and how you often neglect your health to study. But at least heâll be gentle, and wish you the best on your exam with a light kiss â an innocent kiss that lasts a bit too long, his hand always gracing your body as he reluctantly releases you, brushing off the saliva that linked your lips together â his good luck charm heâll argue, a little tease of what heâll reward you with later when you got home for being his good girl.Â
Gojo will always try to convince, âLife isnât always about studying, baby,â stating with a pout, after your fifth time canceling a date heâs planned to instead go on a simple walk outside your flat, âyou gotta live life to the fullest! And why stress when youâve snatched me?â
âWell, I canât live life to the fullest if I donât study now, Satoru. And whoâs gonna pay for all that ice cream you eat? All the sweets you stock up on?â
âWhat do you mean?â Deadpanning as he stopped in his tracks, âyou have me, what more else do you need? I'm a double threat â Iâm rich and handsome.â
âSatoru â I⌠never mind,â rolling your eyes, as you were hit with his puppy eyes.Â
âJust promise,â his tall frame blocking you, âthat youâll always stick with me.â
âIâm not a piece of gum to just stick onto you, Satoru,â pushing him away, only for him to reach out to delicately hold your hand, âYou know, if youâre a gum, youâll be the sweetest one.â
âYea, why so?â
âBecause every time I eat you, you taste so sweet,â he teased with a flirty wink, âif you get what I â ow!âÂ
Rubbing his forearm that barely hurt, Gojo loved to exaggerate when he was with you.Â
For Gojo, things came easily for him, as if the universe highlighted his life as a thousand-year blessing, nothing was out of his reach â that is, nothing but you.Â
Shocking to many, he pursued you first. When asked about how you guys met, or whatâs the story behind you two, or even if no soul asked⌠heâll blabber on with an outrageous story, saying he fell in love the moment he laid his eyes on you, that you were the apple of his eye â an over the top fanfiction of you and him of how he just knew you were the person for him when you stumbled into the library, arms full of books and coffee in the other, and you magically just happened to just bump into him. And if it wasnât for that encounter, then he wouldâve never gotten your number.Â
And without your number, he wouldnât have been able to woo you with his charm, heâll always add with a wink.
âYou can say itâs fate,â heâll proclaim, âI never went to the library, you know,â as he munched on his icecream with Megumi and Tsumiki savoring theirs, both unbothered by the story heâs told them countless times, âand the one day I chose to follow Suguru because he was simping over someone, I get coffee spilled all over my clothes and meet her? Damn, the heavens just wanted us together.â
All you remember of that day was that your precious coffee went to waste, with your books embarrassingly spread out on the floor, and you were stuck having to dry clean his ridiculously expensive clothes.Â
But with him, you experienced all your firsts.
Your first handholding â Satoru confidently took your hand, immediately interlocking his fingers with yours, his palms engulfing yours entirely, âdonât be scared baby, Iâm not scared,â flexing his muscles as he proudly smiled, âIâll protect you!â as he leads you through the haunted mansion, jolting through every jump scare, absolutely refusing to scream.Â
You remember his palms felt particularly clammy that day.Â
Your first kiss â on a spring picnic as he laid on your lap, his eyes sparkling a little more than usual as he looked up at you, innocently asking, âcan I kiss you?âÂ
Your first argument. Ignoring him for a whole week, only for your resolve to quickly break when Suguru urgently called you to his house stating that Satoru was deathly ill â dark circles under his eyes, cheeks frail from not eating, wrapped up in his blanket as he dramatically announced his dying wishes while sneaking obvious glances at you.Â
Getoâs diagnosis: pure insanity.Â
To your first cuddle buddy, to innocent make-out sessions, to wonton looks and lustful touches for more. leading to your first sexual experience, both unknowing and inexperienced as he groaned into your ear in the back of his car one rainy night as you struggled to take his girth.
He was your first taste of goodness â like a forbidden fruit, you increasingly wanted him more. In soul, mind, and body, you etched yourself into him, making the tear even more painful to rip apart.Â
Sure, loving him was easy â but loving you, the version who was so lacking compared to him and insecure was hard.
You tried to ignore it, you did your best to brush off the insecurity that came with each day of choosing him. But having the message that you were worth less than he was being constantly blasted to your face â the blatant discrepancies between social classes and the nature of how you both grew up, to the constant side glances youâll get wondering how someone so normal like you, got with such a high net worth â gradually, it all made you dissociate from him.Â
So you worked even harder. You stayed up longer than anyone else just to get that better grade. You worked that extra shift just to prove that you were capable. You doused yourself in knowledge, yet tried to stay humble to be seemingly perfect⌠but in that, you unknowingly pushed him further away, losing parts of yourself while at it.Â
And your final straw? It was a text message you accidentally read on his phone while he silently napped, cutely dozing off as you massaged his scalp.
From: Mom.
>> Remember the girl I talked to you about? Nitori-chanâs family requested that we set up a date for you two. The faster the better, no need for our families to meet, itâs all settled.Â
To: Minako.
<< Letâs meet. When are you free, Minako?Â
From: Minako.
>> Whenever! I can meet now!
>> Is this about our potential engagement?
To Minako.
<< Yea, let's meet tonight to talk about it.
You remembered, that night you couldn't reach him.
The final trigger that blew it over. The rambling of your thoughts paralyzes you from thinking rationally.
You didnât need to search up who she was. Nitori Minako, the youngest daughter of Japanâs leading technology company that rivaled to that of Americaâs fruit. A girl that was a year younger than you â smart, adamantly cute, cunning and rich â always following him around a bit too closely for your liking, preaching about how âGojo-san promised heâll marry me when we were young! Isnât that so cute?â
how long was this going on for?Â
Has he always been going on secret dates like this? Was he always just willing to let it slide when you rejected his dates because he had other options?
Was he leading you on this whole time before heâll leave you for what he rightfully deserved?Â
Was all of this a lie? All of what he said?
The pinnacle of your sanity breaking as your thoughts became corrosive and brittle the more you dove deeper into the pitfalls of your insecurities â of course what people said was right, there was no way someone like him can settle for any less.
... Ultimately, everything led to you quietly blurting out as he rambled about his day.Â
Playing with your hand, smiling like a loser as he intertwined your smaller fingers with his, âGeez, there was this jeweler that I wanted to take you to, but dammit, the store closed early today. Maybe we can go â â
âLetâs break up,â you suddenly announced, looking straight ahead.
The room suddenly felt quiet, so quiet that the thumping of your heart felt like loud sirens blaring next to your eardrum, and your body felt numb.Â
After a few seconds, Satoru stammered, âw-what?â
Sighing as you closed your eyes, âI said, letâs break up, we arenât â â you reiterated.
âI heard you the first time,â Gojo hissed, still playing with your fingers but his grip now harsher, âjust wanted to make sure you werenât bullshitting right now.â
âIâm not joking, Satoru,â your voice stripped of any emotion, âwe arenât good for eachother.â
âSays who?â the man challenged.Â
âItâs something thatâs been on my mind,â you responded back while trying to pull back your hand, âl-let go, Satoru, it hurtsâŚâ
âIs it because of the text?â Gojo refused to let go, even more so gripping even harder, âFuck... I'm sorry I should've explained earlier," his voice pleading for you to listen.
"I swear nothing happened, and nothing will ever happen, b-baby look at me,â your boyfriendâs â now, ex-boyfriend's â voice elevating and shaking.Â
âGojo,â softly pausing after his name, âletâs end it when things arenât so bad⌠I canât have you hating me more when we have no other choice but to break up,â finally pushing his grip off, âitâs inevitable, weâve been walking towards a destined finish line from the beginning, letâs just call it quits a little earlier.â
âno... you can't do this, you can't do this to me,â he vulnerably uttered, his body noticeably trembling as a tear dropped onto the back of your hand as he reached over to touch you, hoping it'll mend whatever hatred you had towards him, âyou.. we promised,â his voice shaking.
âIâm sorry Gojo,â you dodged his grasp, âguess promises are only good if you can keep them, and I canât.â
Days of him begging at the forefront of your door, crying as he asked for an explanation, his missed texts and calls that would go straight to voicemail, to Suguru stepping in to ask what the hell was going on⌠all leading you to cut off every aspect of Gojo Satoru out of your life, except Shoko.
After two years of dating, at the ripe age of 20, you experienced your first heartbreak with Gojo Satoru, marking the end of the final chapter of your love story with him.Â
To you, heâll be the greatest warmth youâll ever experience.Â
To him, youâll be the heartless bitch that left him cold.
â-
âHmm,â looking at your empty notifications, âguess sheâs a little busy right nowâŚâ you hummed. Despite your outwardly calm demeanor and the stillness of the serene summer night, juxtaposed was your mind with wandering thoughts that wrecked havoc in your head.Â
Shoko would update you occasionally about him, not going too far into details. You knew he was successful in his craft, excelling in it as he ranked 11th in Forbes 30 under 30 list, losing the tenth spot barely to a Zenin. It would be a lie if you werenât curious about him, your mind wandering and weak during the quietest of nights, making a burner account to stalk his socials, only to immediately regret the moment you see photos and stories that presumably show that heâs in a relationship â with a gorgeous one in fact.
Youâve briefly heard of his dating history, hearing it from Shoko directly, as it mindlessly slipped through her tongue as she complained that heâs broken up with another girl.Â
Throughout the years, youâve concluded maybe this was your punishment for leaving him. Damnation to feel stuck in the same perpetual regret of hurting his heart, of choosing to look at your fears instead of maybe trusting in him.Â
But, at least he looked happy. and you clung onto that reserve.
Maybe it was for the best that things happened this way â
Your ears perked up as you heard the tapping of shoes coming towards you, your stomach suddenly dropping to the floor.Â
âWere you planning on avoiding me the whole night?âÂ
You were sure, there was no denying that was his voice.Â
Yes, it was a bit deeper from when you last heard it. The decibel of his voice is now infused with power and confidence, yet still with the underlying tone of softness from what you remembered.Â
âAh, sorry⌠how rude of me,â you mumbled, the pounding of your heart beating through your ribcage. You quickly placed an arm over your chest, a hand over your heart, doing anything to muffle the harsh pulsing, terrified that he was going to hear, âitâs been a while Gojo,â you offered him a light smile, âIâm sorry, but if youâll excuse me Ieiri is waiting for me,â you tried excusing yourself only to be met with his stance unchanging, unmoving.Â
You felt his eyes pierce into your skull, âGojo?⌠ah thatâs right,â his voice guarded as he looked over in another direction, his face pointing specifically elsewhere, the moonlight highlighting his perfect features.
âI think sheâs pretty busy, donât you think?â he shrugged.
Dammit she was your ride home. Guess coffee is on her for the next week.Â
âOh sorry,â you muttered under your breath.
Grinning as he licked his lips, âYouâre awfully saying sorry a lot over nothing,â Gojo chuckled, âguess old habits die hard,â his last words spewed with a hint of bitterness as he clenched his jaws.Â
Only to relax seconds later, placing his drink on the railing, softly grunting as he pulled off his jacket, and placed it over your shoulders, âItâs cold, donât want you getting sick now,â the smell of his cologne filled up your lungs, hypnotizing your senses â a bit strong but nonetheless intoxicating.
You couldnât help but feel guilty for feeling a sense of security from the weight of his heated jacket, and in response, you started to immediately pick at your thumbs.Â
âItâs okay!â You tried to object, trying to take it off only to be met with a stern yet gentleness of his voice, his large hand stopping you, now calloused and thick yet the warmth of his palm brushing against your smaller one felt nostalgic and sinful, as your eyes immediately noticed a gold sparkle on his ring finger, âitâs fine. my body runs hot, remember?âÂ
âT-thank you,â you muttered, the harsh beatings of your heart quickly making your cheeks feel hot.Â
A ring? you wondered. Â
âSo, what made you come today?â Gojo huffed as he looked off into the distance.
âHad no excuse not to come.â
âI see,â his voice deep, taking the last swig of his drink, deeply inhaling to release a long breath, âItâs good to see you though.â
âYea, me too,â you quietly responded, the awkwardness of the conversation eating at your bones, the tightness of your stomach knotting increasingly more.
Laughing as he turned around, his long legs crossed, showing a bit of his socks peeking out of his slacks as his dress shoes reflected the moon's shine. Surely, they were expensive, probably equaled to a month of your rent on his feet. With his arms crossing his chest, leaning against the railing, the quiet winds brushing against his soft hair, lightly masking his cerulean eyes as he faced you, âLiar, you were always good at that.â
Taking you off guard, your eyes immediately connecting with his, your breath stopping as if a sudden load was pushed onto your chest, you felt a wave of sadness rush over you as you ventured into his empty eyes.Â
Since when did he have that ring?Â
Did he find someone at Paris? Shoko told me â no, thereâs no way he found someone so soon.
Or maybe heâs trying to settle down â
âAre you happy?â His question brought you back into reality.
âWhat?â you whispered.
âI donât think Iâve asked a hard question,â he responded, his voice now harsh and impatient, âI asked if you were happy.â
Your finger pricks at your thumb, âI guess soâŚâ
Rolling his tongue against his teeth, his finger playing with his ring.  Â
Taking no regard for catering to your comfort, he jeered, âWhyâd you do it?â
âWhat are you talking ââ you stammered.
âYou know damn well what Iâm referring to,â Gojo spat.Â
âExcuse me,â You muttered, your eyes refusing to disconnect despite your whole body fighting against it.
âI- I got to go, Ieiri is waiting ââ
âNo, you already used that excuse,â pulling you in by your wrist, immediately caging you in between his arms, with you now leaning against the railing, your eyes level to his broad chest â has he always been this big?
âAnswer me, at least you can have the courtesy of honestly telling me why you left me like that eight years ago.â
âI don't remember,â you stated with eyes threatening to spill.
âLiar,â his body leaning down, the hurt in eyes even more apparent than before, âyouâre a fucking liar,â Gojo spewed with no resolve to withhold a solid tear from falling, his face now dangerously close â lips even more threatening to touch.
All you wanted to do was say sorry, to cup his face and kiss his tears, to say it was a mistake that youâve never intended to let him go â you selfishly tortured him by continuously keeping him in your heart without giving him a chance to prove you wrong.Â
âIâm so sorry,â was all you could respond.
âDid you not trust me?â Hurt was apparent in his voice, âWas I that untrustworthy for you to just leave like that and just disappear for eight years?â
âNo, no⌠itâs not like that,â you tried comforting, unknowingly placing your hands on his chest, âit was never like that.â
"then tell me why," he forced out through gritted teeth while furrowing his brows.
"I just thought it was for the best," you quietly whispered.
"you thought it would be for the best?" Gojo scoffed, "And how the hell did you come to a conclusion to just leave like that?"
" 'm sorry, Gojo... I - I truly am," you pleaded while clenching his shirt.
"You must've really enjoyed watching me beg huh," Gojo challenged, "absolutely thrived knowing this was all for my own good, right?" Gojo spat out his anger.
"It wasn't like that, i'm so sorry, I was hurting â"
âStop fucking apologizing! you don't get to do that," His voice shattered the serene night. Chest heaving as he clenched onto the stone railing, "I didnât go through shit these past eight years just to hear your selfish sorry's,â he stated with gritted teeth, as he threateningly moved even closer, âd-did you even love me?âÂ
âYes, of course!â You immediately cupped his face, finally letting go of the years you craved his touch, your heart shattering as you felt him melt into your wicked hands.
âThen kiss me,â he suddenly whispered, the slight scent of alcohol mixed in with cologne altering your judgment.
âY-your drunk, Gojo,â you pleaded, immediately letting go of his face as you tried to push him off.
His voice elevated, "Why not?" Gojo growled, "Like you said, it's not like you left because you didn't love me. Or are you lying about that too?"
âdonât make this hard, we â I canât do this with you anymore,â guilt running through your veins as the image of his ring blared loudly in your head.
You couldnât do this to another girl, he wasnât yours anymoreâŚÂ
âstop the bullshit,â Gojo growled before his lips slammed into yours, his large hands cupping your face, leaving you no room to run away. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, teeth painfully clashing yet you didnât mind. because against your resolve, your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to taste the sweetness of his saliva and feel the warmth of his tongue.
The groan of his voice vibrated against your lips, as his clothed hip bucked into your pelvis, his lips trailing down from yours to your neck, tongue sloppily trailing down with it as his hands wandered down to hold your hips.
âTell me you missed me,â he moaned out as you gripped the ends of his hair, his tongue teasing down your sweet spots, pecking kisses as he inhaled your scent.
âSay you loved me, I don't care anymore if itâs a lie,â your ex now pleaded, his hot breath heating your cheeks.
â⌠I love you,â you confessed.
Lowly laughing like a maniac, staring deep into your wanting eyes, the man whispered back, âaren't you fucking heartless.â
...
You donât recall how you made it into the hotel room. In a moment your lips crashed with his on the balcony, and only a second later you found yourself with his large hand securely wrapped around yours, silently waiting for the elevator to bing on the twentieth floor as your ex-boyfriend led you into his hotel room.
Now, currently, youâre pressed against the wall, shoes thrown aside groaning with your hands tangled in his soft hair, as he hurriedly stripped you out of your dress, lips hungrily moving against each other as he growled into the kiss.
Though its been years, his touch never faltered from remembering your body â immediately tracing over your sweet spots that heâs located in your early twenties, now with more experience and strength he dove deeper in.
âFuck, missed these beauties,â he groaned as he cupped your breasts, his thumb playing with your hardened nipples as he quickly released the back strap of your bra, promptly latching his lips onto your swollen ones again right before you released a moan.
Your body had a mind of its own. Fallen into sin, your hands unbuttoned his shirt, quickly revealing his toned, muscular build as your hands ran against his pecs. You felt his stomach flex as you started to unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants, his lips hungrily chasing after yours as he caressed your body, hands slipping down further into your inner thigh, his index starting to play with your swollen clit â his fingers have always been so pretty, especially with his ring
âG-gojo stop!â Your eyes immediately shoot open.
âWhat,â annoyed, the man hissed, looking into your eyes with his pupils dilated, hair absolutely disheveled, until moments later his lips are impatiently back onto yours again.Â
âWe.. we canât,â you cried out as you melted in his touch, ây-your ring,â you gasped out, suffocating as he stripped you of oxygen.
âRing?â he stopped for a brief moment, chuckling as he brought up his finger, âyou worried about this?â he teased.
Intoxicated in his touch, you were willing to throw away your pride and dignity just for one night â one night canât hurt, right? So you take the ounce of courage you had left, placing a tender kiss on his lips as a sign of surrender as you gently cupped his face, âtake off your ring,â you whispered as you guilty looked away.
Chasing after your kiss, pushing you further into the room as you yelped at his force, your arms entangled around his neck and fingers around his hair as you tried to stabilize yourself, âI promise you itâs nothing, sweetheart,â he coaxed with his sharp canines flashing through his wickedly handsome smile.Â
And running his lips against your chest, leaving small denture marks on your skin that forced moans out of you, with his pants now pooled at his ankles before shimming them off, his cock fully erect, unapologetically twitching in his briefs.
âFor you, I guess,â Gojo hummed as he watched the thin line of spit that connected you both dissipate away, existing as a sign of proof of the situationship he currently had with you.Â
Taking his ring off, he set it down near the bedside table, "there it's gone."
At least for this night, he was yours.Â
Youâll repent for your sins, and receive any punishment the gods had to give you tomorrow, but today, you chose him.
And right now, you also chose to kneel in between his thighs, hooking your finger under his waistband to pull his briefs off. Satoru immediately lifted his hips to help you while releasing a sultry groan as he felt the cold air elope his sensitive tip.Â
Was he always this thick? You remembered his cock being pretty, but also what the fuck were those two veins running down his shaft? And was he always this⌠groomed?Â
âAre you just gonna stare at it⌠or do I need to use your mouth to get some action?â Satoru impatiently asked with his cock twitching, his finger brushing against your heated cheeks as he palmed his member.
âItâs just been awhile,â you murmured, licking your lips before you opened your mouth to have him enter.
âFuck, " Satoru shuddered as the base of your tongue brushed against his frenulum.
"i must be dreaming,â Gojo murmured under his breath, your head rising up as you released his cock with pop! With your hot tongue swirling against his head, there was no chance for Satoru to stay strong. and you enjoyed every second of seeing him slowly unravel in your power.
âj-just like that,â he ordered while placing his hand on top of your head, guiding your momentum.Â
His precum tasted salty but pleasant. Hell, he wasnât even close to the other men youâve been with, incomparable starting with the size of their dicks to his.
Hallowing your cheeks and expanding your throat to take in his shaft, with your hands gently playing with his balls, you felt his cock hit the back of your throat the moment you saw his head fling backwards, gasping as he pushed down his spit down his dry throat.
âYou like that?â Gojo hissed as he bucked his hips into your warm crevice, âyou missed my cock, angel?â
You honestly agreed, tears staining your vision with his length stuffed into your orifice, only to get a spiteful laugh in return, âwell, guess that makes two of us,â he huffed while crowning over your body, pushing himself deeper into you, his stomach hitching as he groaned out your name. Â
âFuck this shit,â he moaned, as he urgently pulled himself out of your mouth, sacrificing his impeding release for abstinence.Â
âYouâre driving me crazy,â he gasped when your thumbs swirled around his pulsing head, âyou always do,â he purred as he nibbled on your lower lip, promptly pulling you onto his lap, one hand straddling your waist while the other mounded your ass.
And looking up at you, with his blue eyes now darkened in full blown lust, his hot breath sending chills down your spine, âtell me what you want? Iâll give you anything.â
âY-you,â you shamefully confessed, gasping as his cock grazed against your sensitive folds, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you started to grind against his length, âI want you inside me again, Satoruâ you whispered into his ear, lightly moaning out his name.
âShit,â Satoru croaked, pulling himself down as he gently released you to lay on the bed, âI dont have a condom,â he confessed as he gently kissed your cheeks, â you gonna be okay without it?â he asked.
âMhm, j-just hurry⌠please,â you murmured.Â
âGood girl, now come here,â he coaxed as he placed a soft pillow under your head.Â
Taking a brief moment to observe your face, reading any sign of forced emotion that you might try to hide, only to ease himself into the kiss when he feels you impatiently desiring his touch, ârelax, baby,â he cooed as his kisses traveled southward.
Placing each delicate kiss on your body as his soft hair trailed behind, lightly tickling you as your thighs gently caged his waists into you, âyou know they wanted me to thank you,â Gojo breathed out as he split your thighs open, settling himself in between your legs.
âW-who?â you whimpered as his calloused hands massaged your muscles, his soft lips easing out the tension boiling in your core while your hands immediately went straight to grip his hair.
Lips drawing closer, closer and closer until his breath knocked against the frame of your dripping cunt.
âGod youâre so fucking wet,â blowing air onto your sensitive nerves, looking up to watch your body shiver at his power as he slid his finger down your folds, pushing in one finger, two, and eventually three into your tight hole as he watched you stretch, your viscous juice soon dripping down his forearm.
âThey wanted me to thank you for how good I eat pussy now,â Gojo smirked before he took a swipe of his tongue against your womanhood, spreading out your cunt as he purposefully flicked his tongue against your clit, lightly sucking on the bud thereafter.
âŚÂ
How many times as it been, you wondered? More than once or twice, maybe four⌠five â you moaned out when you felt your legs hitching up to his shoulders, his cock hitting just at the right spots he remembered from years ago.Â
âAngel,â Gojo huffed as sweat dripped down his temple, grunting as he felt your tight walls fluttering against his length at the call of his sweet pet name, âyou have that much leisure to be thinking about something else when Iâm fucking you?âÂ
Kissing your ankles, his pelvis showing you no mercy as his wet skin slapped against your ass, the sound and sultry smell of hot sex filtrating your room, âstill so fucking tight,â Satoru grunted as he pushed his body onto you, your legs hooking against his shoulders, his strong arms holding you from under.
âG-gojo!â you rasped out, barely audible and inable to breathe from his heavy weight and humidity of the room, âitâs too deep! Slow down!â
Growling into your ear, his teeth nibbling against your earlobe, his hot breath stinging your face as he scoffed at your choice to call him so mundanely.
âyou gonna be so impersonable,â his thrust going deeper, harder into you, âwhen Iâm so deepily inside you?â
âNgh,â gasping, âitâs too much,â you sobbed with his face planted into your neck, and his ass clenching with every push he drove into your gushy walls that still wrapped so perfectly around his â just like how heâs last felt you around him, just like how heâs molded your insides just for himself.
âYou let anyone else fuck you?â He suddenly hissed, panting as he tried to catch his breath, the sweat on his back making it difficult for you to hold onto him, âyou let anyone else see this side of you?â
âItâs too much ââ you pleaded, avoiding his question.
âAnswer me,â he lowly ordered.
Unable to withstand his power, absolutely willing to fold for him and his desires, you fastidiously nodded, âonly a couple,â you shyly confessed.
"how many," he growled, disappointed in your answer, "how many fucked this."
"o-one or two, ngh I-I don't remember," you panted.
âOne or two, you say,â he cooed as he pulsed his cock swiftly into you in rhythmic motions, satisfied seeing his length disappear inside you. his pace driving you to the brink of insanity as your lower belly started to fire up again as he knowingly pressed his palm down on your stomach.
âThen I gotta fuck you twice more to force out all memory you have of those stupid fucks,â grunting as he cupped your face to look at him, lips swollen with his skin marked by your nails, hips unapologetically thrusting into you as he watched you unravel in his lead, âbecause this pussyâs always been mine.â
Seven.
Heâs definitely made you cum seven times. you remembered the count just before he groaned out your name, his thrusts sloppy and strained, gasping as he pulled you tighter into his embrace, face caved into your neck as he finally released his thick loads into your abused walls, sobbing out cursed moans as you held him, expending out every last ounce of energy you had for him in mere four words,
âIâve always loved you,â you whispered before completely passing out.Â
You failed to notice a tear fall from his eyes drop to your face. He hoped that itâll stain you, wished it would reach all the way through to your heart to burn you. But he couldn't, so instead he carefully wiped it away as he gently kissed your face â inch by inch of your canvas before he chose to face you again.
âyouâre so heartless,â Gojo chuckled as he pulled you in for a tight hug, straight into his chest as he laid beside you, refusing to pull out and have his cum spill onto the sheets â a feat heâs never dared to do with anyone else, heâs always fucked protected.
âwhat am I going to do with you," he breathed out.
"even with all this time, Iâm still so weak for you,â he quietly confessed, reaching over to the side, reaching for his ring to put on the empty finger, before he too fell into the abyss of another dimension with you in his arms.Â
â-
Lowly groaning as you opened your eyes, your body felt oddly heavy and aching, but yet warm and safe despite feeling on the absolutely verge of possibly snapping in half and breaking with any force.
Blinking a couple times before you started to register the room, you felt a slight huff next to your ear and the tightening around your waist as your back leaned against something hard.
Gojo Satoru, in all of his glory, was sleeping so soundly next you.
Carefully turning around to face him, you observed his features as you ran your fingers against his skin.
His lashes were still so long and soft, you giggled when Gojo twitched his nose at your touch.
His cheeks were still so smooth, without a spec of a blemish, but you can see the little bags under his eyes and the small creases on his skin. heâs probably tired from traveling.
Your finger travels down to his chiseled jaw, and defined collar bones, examining the light scratch marks on his pale skin, and the bruising of his nipple â wait⌠his lips are chapped and swollen, and his cock⌠oh god, his cock was brushing against your stomach â hard and pulsing.Â
Immediately gasping, you felt the blood in your body drain at the revelation that youâve fucked your ex â no, you fucked your ex of eight years, that you were still crazily hung up over that most likely had a girlfriend waiting for him to respond back to. Â
Before you could think, your adrenaline pressed forward to act before your mind, immediately unlocking his hands from your naked waists, standing up too quickly only to stumble from your trembling legs. You felt something drip down your thighs â white viscous slowly running down your legs, your face heating up at the memory of last night.Â
âI- I need to leave,â you whispered, quickly gathering your discarded clothes and undergarments as you rushed to the restroom, forcing down your whimpers as your sensitive cunt brushed against your thighs with every step you took.
âI canât be here, t-this was a mistake,â you stammered while putting on your dress, quickly stuffing your used panties into your purse.
You looked like a mess, but it didnât matter because you needed to get the hell out of there before he woke up, but somehow your feet didnât move in the direction you wanted them to â out the door â but instead towards him unknowingly sleeping.
And quietly sitting against the edge of the bed, carefully pushing away the edges of his bangs that covered his handsome face, you decided to take a minute to absorb the last images of what youâll have of him. And there you decided to let a tear or two drop from your eyes as you said your last goodbyes, gently kissing his lips before you made your way out the door, whispering, once again,
âIâm sorryâŚâ
â-Â
Itâs been close to an hour since your walk of shame out the door. Since then you quickly checked out of your room and made your way out of the hotel.Â
You immediately called for a taxi to get home, groaning as you were hit with the realities of your mistakes last night.
Treading up the stairs your legs quivered with every move. It's been a while since you've been fucked that hard, nor even had a partner that lasted so long.
You needed to text Shoko, you prayed that she didnât blow through your notifications when you suddenly went missing last night. Sighing, you absentmindedly tried to find your phone in your bag as you punched in your door keys.
You started to think, maybe the whole fucking universe was now against you, for your sins, because your phone wasnât in your purse.
You tried to retrace your steps to where youâd last used it as you made yourself over to your bed, stripping off your clothes as you walked over to the shower.
And to your last memory, you texted Ieiri out in the balcony⌠and then,
âShit,â you hissed, remembering how your bag was tossed to the side when you were being feverishly stripped of your clothes, âitâs probably under his bed or something.â
âI hope no one calls⌠or tries to contact me until he leaves his room,â you groaned as the hot water massaged your tense shoulders while your fingers ran down your body.
Washing every crevice as you also tried to erase away the memory you had with him, you forced yourself to retract your tears. This was your punishment you repeated, this was the outcome of your selfishness. You lathered yourself in soap, trying to scrub away the pent-up guilt until you noticed something flash under the light.
You never wore your jewelry into the shower, youâve always had a habit to take them off to not tarnish.Â
But there was a golden ring, a ring that fits a little loosely on your promise finger.
Unable to understand why, all that circled through your mind was to go back.
Quickly washing off, throwing on any pair of clothes before running to your door, you could feel your anxious heart beating loudly in your chest as your ears started to feel plugged from the tension. And just when youâre about to open your door, you hear a buzz that silenced every chaos around you.
Looking through the peep hole, you felt faint, your heart entirely about to burst â is this reality or am i still dreaming?
âItâs me,â you heard his calm voice.
Your hands trembled as you slowly opened up the door, your eyes taking a moment to quickly scan his body â donning the same clothes as yesterday with the top buttons of his white shirt undone and ends stuffed into his slacks, his hair lightly messy and eyes a little sunken.
âHowâd you get here?â you gasped with your ringed hand clenched, hidden behind your back, while the other pricked at your thumb.
âYou left your phone in my room, and I found it because Ieiri was blowing up your phone," Satoru calmly stated as he handed over your phone, "so I asked where you lived to drop it off.â
âShe didnât say anything?â you warily asked
âWell, she did ask about us."
âAnd⌠did she threaten you or anything?â
âNo, why would she? But,â stretching out his arms as he released groan, âI told her we fucked,â he boyishly smiled.Â
Afraid to confront your messy rendezvous with him, you nervously bit your lips, and you avoided his gaze. Noticing your tendencies, you felt his hand cup your face to meet his while his thumb gently soothed your aching lip, "hey," he whispered, "don't do that."
And stepping closer to you, the mild fragrance of his shampoo dancing in your nostrils, âDid you see it?â he asked.
âMhm,â you acknowledged, âI saw it just now while showering,â you looked into his eyes to seek an answer, tears starting to cloud your vision.
âYou know, Iâm not the same anymore,â he confessed, âI have power, Iâm strong, and Iâm able to do things now,â pressing a kiss onto your forehead, âbut the only thing that stayed the same about me," chuckling as he shook his head â as if he couldn't even believe it himself.
"is that I didnât change my number since weâve broken up,â he stated before taking a step into your apartment, the click of his shoes hitting the tile floor echoing throughout the hallway, âI just hoped maybe one day youâll call.â
"why?" you honestly questioned, unable to understand why he would choose to do that.
"I don't know," Satoru shrugged while pulling away, "guess I really tried to subconsciously manifest the we were fated to be bullshit that I preached."
âBut that girl,â you quietly muttered while you unknowingly pouted when you saw his arms cross against his chest, the tightness of his sleeves about to burst from his muscles bulging.
âGirl⌠what girl?â Your comment took him aback.
âThe one you were in Paris with,â your face feeling hot, embarrassed that you outed yourself for stalking him.
âYou stalking me?â He chuckled while leaning against the wall, "it's not what you think," Gojo sighed as he pushed back his hair, "that girl, it was Suguru.â
Raising an eyebrow as he examined your expression, sighing as he saw the unbelief in your eyes, âHere look,â he commented while pulling out his phone to show you pictures, âwe went for his art exhibition or some shit because his girl couldnât make it with him.â
âB-but you came late to the reunion.â
âYea, because I wasn't going to pull up looking mid when I needed to make you regret ever dumping me,â he joked while pinching your cheeks, "I didn't have plans on attending until that jerk sent me a photo of you," he shamelessly confessed.
âYouâre stupid,â you grasped his hand to check his finger â ringless.
âBut it was worth it, no? Got you to indirectly confess,â emphasizing his last few words, âthat maybe you still love me."
"Whatever," you mumbled, "I said I loved you."
"fine by me," Satoru accepted, " but the fact is that you still think Iâm hot, no? Or maybe you just missed my cock? â
âYouâre crazy,â you stated while wiping your tears.
âYea, I know,â his gaze softens as he sees you playing with his fingers, your small ones wrapped around his.
âand this ring is too big for me,â you cried as you melted in his touch, his right thumb gently rubbing against your cheeks.
âThat too, I know,â he smiled stepping closer into your house, and slowly closing the door behind him, âweâll get another one together soon, only if you'll let me.â
"I'd like that," you whispered.
âI just couldnât get it for us when you heartlessly broke up with me eight years ago," Satoru confessed while brushing the tip of his nose against yours.
âIâm so sorry Satoru,â you snuggled your face into his strong chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you, cooing as he steadied your breaths, âShhh, itâs okay baby, itâs okay.â
âIâve hurt you, Iâm the one that caused all this,â you heaved as he pressed light kisses all over your face.
âThrough everything,â kissing your swollen eyes, taking his time to savor your touch as his lips traveled their way back to its home, briefly kissing your ringed finger as he looked into your eyes.Â
And sealing his final destination, he whispered before locking his lips with yours once more,
âIâll always find you even if you run away because youâll always be mine.â

author's comment: sheesh, I didn't expect this to get this long... but here it is! I wanted to write the typical exes-to-lovers trope, but I was stuck on the quote with Satoru teasing how his past partners wanted to thank the reader for teaching him how to eat pussy... and here we are over 9k words later.... oh wells
again, i hope you enjoyed it!!
p.s. i might just have one exes to lovers in the drafts for geto, as well.... hahahahaha but you didn't hear that from me, nope (,:

Boys who fuck you slow and sensual when youâre sleepy. Heâll lay you on your side while his chest presses against your back. His cock fills you up so much all you can do is lay there mumbling barely audible thank yous.
âThatâs it babyâ his voice is sultry in your ear.
His breath fans across your skin as he pants, overcome with pleasure. He presses wet kisses to your skin while his hands leave no part of you untouched.
âYou donât have to do anything but lay here and cum on my cock angelâ
His filthy words contrast the soft nickname he loves calling you. His hand comes down to your leg lifting it just a bit to allow himself to stroke deeper. He can feel the way you squeeze around his cock. Youâre close, he tell from the way your breathing becomes shaky or how you canât help but grind down onto him in an attempt to meet his thrust.
âCome on baby, make me proudâ his own voice almost fails him from how good you feel. âMake a mess for me Angel, you can do it.â
He almost feels bad now. He knows he should be taking it slow on you but the way your hand grips his hip pulling him into you has him feeling feral. His head dips into your neck sucking harshly at the skin.
âIâm sorry babyâ he grunts
His cock plunges into your dripping hole at a rough pace.
âYour pussy is just too goodâ
He pulls the loudest moans from you and smiles at the sounds. He makes a mental note to record next time so he can remember how pretty you sound creaming on his cock.
âTake this cock for me, I know you can do itâ
His words go straight to your core. Youâre almost sure youâre going to have to change the sheets when heâs done with you. His hand smooths over to your core rubbing circles on the small bundle of nerves.
âmmm so good for me arenât you, itâs okay you can cumâ His cock is relentlessly pounding into you.
âAnd say my name when you do Angel, I love when you do thatâ

Kuroo, Bokuto, Osamu, Hinata, Sugawara, Atsumu, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Gojo, Choso

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satoru who goes absolutely crazy each time you put it back in after it slips out.
cw. female!reader, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, implied creampie, slight dom/sub dynamics (dom!satoru, sub!reader).

the first time it happens is on accident.Â
heâs too caught up in the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each deep thrust, too mesmerised in the feel of your soft skin between his fingertips as he gives one of your cheeks a firm squeeze. satoruâs lust-riddled brain simply didnât take note of the way his hips started to move a little too fast, a little too quick.Â
all heâs able to focus on as he takes you from behind is you, you, youâand certainly not the way his heavy cock suddenly slips out of your slippery cunt. a few drops of pre-cum dribble down the base as he involuntarily pulls out, some of it staining the back of your thighs. thereâs not a lot of time to process the fact, as heâs back inside your dripping pussy almost instantly.Â
your greedy hands reach for him immediately, securely wrapping around his base and slamming your hips back against his once heâs lined up again. thereâs not even a chance for him to miss the warmth of your sweet pussy.
you wouldnât even let him.Â
satoru is pretty sure heâs going to cum on the spot at the realisation, and has to really, really fight himself not to finish prematurely. a deep groan rumbles from his chest, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, as he thinks about how quick, how disguistingly eager you were as you scrambled to put him back inside.Â
as if that slutty hole of yours canât even go a second without being filled by him.Â
a string of curse words tumble past his lips, and he fucks you a little harder than usual that night.Â
since then, satoruâs been subtly letting himself slip out of your cunt each time the two of you have sex. the physical aspect of it isnât hard; youâre always so incredibly wet, heâs out in a second. mentally, heâs at war with himselfâthough, seeing you whine and whimper as you hastily reach for his cock again makes those few agonising seconds without your warmth all worth it.Â
something about the gesture makes you look desperate, impatient, and itâs all for him. and fuck, did it turn him on.Â
thereâs one time where he briefly suspects youâre onto him and his antics, as you insist on riding him. on being in control. itâs not something you do often, though usually he fucking loves it when you do (he still does, admittedly)âbut with you on top and holding the reigns, it removes his opportunity to see you scramble to put his fat cock back inside.Â
but, heâs nothing if not an optimist, so, of course, heâll make the best of the situation.Â
with the way they bounce so prettily in front of him as you rock your hips back and forth, heâs almost incapable of not sucking on them. and so, he decides to stifle his previous complaints by taking a mouthful of your tits. thereâs always next time, and as he sucks on your breasts and feels you move up-and-down, he completely forgets about his former plans.Â
riding him was simply one of your whims, it turns out, and the next time the two of you have sex heâs back in his usual spot. and the time after that, and after that, and after thatâand as long as heâs there, heâll keep making you desperetaly stuff his cock back inside.Â
satoruâs breathing heavily now, the mere thought of it (combined with your walls griping around him like a vice) almost enough to make him dizzy. with your legs over his shoulders and thighs pressed up against your chest, cheeks stained with dried tears and soft, high-pitched moans and hiccups leaving your lipsâhe canât help but feel the familiar itch to ruin your fun.
even if itâs just for a little bit.
he does so at once. the mixed release of both you and him from previous rounds leak out of you as he does so, and your pussy twitches around absolutely nothing.Â
immediately, you frown. itâs small, cute, almost, and then your hands search for his cock again. though, this time, the position he (very purposefully) put you in makes it difficultâsatoru fights off a grin as you scrunch your nose in dissatisfaction.Â
â. . .âtoru,â you mumble, and attempt to grab him again. your voice is hoarse, broken from the sweet noises youâve made for him so far. âwhâwhatâre you doing?â
âhm?â he hums.Â
a little smile settles on his lips as he prods your entrance with his tip, smearing the cumâmost of it hisâalong your puffy folds. he toys with your pussy, the squelching sounds as he moves his cock near your cunt (but never quite in it) feeling like absolute music to his ears.
he hears you sniff. â. . .âtoru,â you mumble, voice a soft whine. you try moving closer to him, to push yourself down on him, but he simply pushes your thighs harder against your chest. âplease, jâjust. . .â
satoru fakes a dramatic sigh. âyouâre so spoiled,â he comments, and relishes in the way your eyes roll back as he slides back in all at once. âso, incredibly spoiled.â he tuts, starting his thrusts again. he brings his face closer to yours, as if itâd make him hear all your pitiful sounds better. âcanât even go a second without my cock, can you? ât slips out for a second, and my pretty girlâs already whining.âÂ
he doesnât get a proper response out of you, but thatâs okay. he doesnât need to. thereâs no sweeter sound than your fucked-out babbles, anyway.
and they often sound even sweeter after he temporarily deprives you of his cock.Â
satoru smirks as he looks down at you.
no, heâs definitely not stopping this any time soon.Â

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HOW THEY FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC.



HOW JJK MEN FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC. (semi public.)
warnings: semi-public sex, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, exhibitionism, fingering, blowjob, use of vibrators, jealousy, marking, edging, dacryphilia, degradation kink, praise kink. reblogs are appreciated:)
gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, sukuna & yuuji itadori.

Gojo Satoru:
This man will make it obvious. Heâs not embarrassed, in fact, he would be aroused by it. Noticing people giving the both of you stares, them noticing the hickeys on your neck, the messy makeup, itâs too much for him. Makes him hard again.
And it would happen at the most random times.
Mostly because he gets jealous, this man gets jealous because of everything. He doesnât trust the other men around you. So thatâs why he likes to show whatâs his.
Heâs more of taking the both of you to the restroom and fuck rather than a vibrator. Oh, and he loves teasing your legs with his fingers near your entrance, your trembling voice, hot face, making his pants get tighter and tighter.
âYou like that. Don't you? Slut. Keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if you donât want other to know how good iâm fucking your pussy right now.â You couldnât contain your moans, not even covering your mouth helps. It was too much, he was too much.
âDonât tell me youâre into that? Of course youâre into that. You fucking whore. Iâll make sure for everyone to know how good you get fucked. This pussy is mine.â
Geto Suguru:
This man is elegant. Uses vibrators, and fucks you in public as a punishment. He might not seem like it, but I swear this man is a JEALOUS man. Loves hanging out with others, sitting at the table while youâre by his side, hands down the table, control in hand and shakily sound coming out of you.
He would have a box of vibrators with different sizes, colors, and levels, just for this time of occasion or whenever heâs in the mood to just fuck with you.
Because he loves that, not only because he gets yards seeing you angry at him, but because of how turned on he gets while reclaiming whatâs his.
Heâs discreet about it, but makes it clear for you to never disobey him or look in direction towards another man.
âAm I going to fast baby?â He says in your ear, in a slow seductive low voice. Friends talking in front of the both of you, like nothing is happening down the table. âAw, weâll thatâs so fucking sad for you, you decided to act like a big girl with other men, then take it like one.â He says while leveling up the vibrator, his hand resting on your thigh, looking happily at his friends and laughing at whatever they were talking about.
This was going to be a long day.
Nanami Kento:
Heâs not the kind to fuck in public.
Prefers doing it in private, having his time, and enjoying it.
But when you get a little bit too bratty for his liking, he would snicker his legs(shoes) down the table to your center. Slightly moving it through your panties and clit, touching it with the point part of his shoe.
Edging you for release, he would retreat his shoe just in time for you not to cum. Asking the waitress for some water.
But when you get a little bit TOO bratty for his PATIENCE, he wouldnât say a word. And thatâs how you know you fucked up. Wouldnât care if someone watched the both of you, he makes the two of you enter the restroom and fuck the soul out of you.
âYou fucking slut. Couldnât wait some hours to get fucked huh?â One of his arms wrapped around your waist, while his free hand rests on your neck. âAnd you need to have it right now. Like the fucking brat you are.â
Toji Fushiguro:
This man wouldnât care. Not even like Gojo, he would make it SO obvious it becomes uncomfortable for the people around you watching the both of you having⌠intimacy.
His fingers would roam around your skirt/dress, making it easier for him to touch you, and shamelessly get under it. Touching the wet patch forming on your center, chuckling to himself. He loves knowing he has this type of power over you.
He would finger you to the max, his arm visibly shaking so you could get some pleasure, all while maintaining a smile like heâs overstimulating your core.
âI want to fuck you so badly.â He says while rubbing your clit with his thumb. âToo bad your fucking my fingers right now. I would love to fuck you infront of all this people. Such a piece of art.â A specific curl of his finger was enough for you to reach your climax. Trying to moan the lowest as possible to not bring any more attention, would be in vain, because he would shamelessly get his fingers out and insert them inside his mouth to lick your liquids off.
Megumi Fushiguro:
Heâs not into it. Actually, you initiate it. By teasing him in public, touching him by âaccidentâ near his crotch. Showing a little bit more of your thigh to him, being all touchy.
But heâs a hard man to break, so you would get bored and annoyed easily. So thatâs why you try to make him jealous.
And he wonât show it, but inside heâs figuring his own shadows to not fucking take you right there and erase that smirk of yours.
Taking advantage of you being way too busy trying to claim his attention while flirting with Yuuji, he went near the both of you and placed his hand on the back of your waist. Plastering a small smile on his face.
Yuuji noticed in less than a second he was mad. His hand traveled down your figure to your ass, your eyes widening looking back at Yuuji who was as shocked as you.
He gave a small almost visible smack, which caught you by surprise and made you squeak at the surprise. Feeling your face heated up, while Yuuji scratches the back of his neck. âUhhâŚâ He looks down at his phone, thanking god he has a way of leaving this situation. âGojo-Sensei is calling me. Talk to you later guys!â
He sprinted as fast as possible towards the door, leaving the both of you alone. Wasting no time he laid you down on a desk and started taking your panties off and unbuckling his pants.
âYou fucking whore. Canât get enough of a cock you want another one huh?â He said while thrusts, a phone on his hand recording your fucked uo faces, tears dried down your cheeks. Messy moans and whines coming out of your mouth while he records the entrance where his cock appears and disappears inside of you.
The next day, he would ask Yuuji to meet him alone and show him the video. Threatening him to never let himself be that touchy with you.
Sukuna & Yuuji:
This would be more of a threesome tbh, this isnât a lot like âpublic sexâ, but iâll start with explicit comments coming out of Yuuji thanks to a sukuna mouth appearing on his cheek. Saying how good your ass looked in that dress, saying how he wants to rip it apart and fuck you infront of everyone. Calling Yuuji a virgin and saying he has the same thoughts of you.
Yuuji would be bright red, looking at his classmates who were shocked and laughing at him at the remarks of Sukuna.
So thatâs how you ended up in his room. Someway Sukuna and Yuuji being in control at the same time, while you fuck his cock in your mouth and ride his feet which has a mouth on it. Sucking your clit and tongue circling your entrance, until he appears with another arm and fingers you.
âNn-ngh~ Donât stop! Youâre such a good girlâŚâ Yuuji said while bobbing your head with his hand on top of your head. âSheâs more of a brat. Sheâs teasing a lot, stop with that.â Sukuna said, curling his fingers just right, making you moan with his cock inside of you. Sending vibrations which made Yuuji moan and release inside of you. âStep back kiddo, itâs my turn to fuck with her.â
HIS FAVOURITE Wâ STUDENT !
a/n: dilly / @crysugu i am losing the pwp war i needed the lore to be in this HELP. anyway !!! professors bc i cannot stop my mind from spiralling while starting my university classes â im not entirely proud of this but eehhh âŚ.
wc: 4k
warnings: ultimately semi-public sex for all, unprotected sex, cumshot, standing doggy, brief oral (m receiving), brief f! masturbation, brief fingering (gojo), geto is a professor who is also a camboy, camgirl!reader, f! and m! masturbation, mentions of bad dragonâs cumtubes, brief fingering, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), pussy slapping, spitting (on yo pussy), pet names, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, tit play, fingering, implied f! masturbation (nanami), mentions of murder, stripper!reader, riding, degradation, calls you âslutâ and âwhoreâ, calls you âmamaâ once too, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), deep-throating, slight face-fucking (toji), n*sfw under the cut


â GOJO
professor gojo was⌠an interesting teaching figure. he didnât have a set way of doing lectures or tutorials, nor was his feedback on assignments entirely coherent, but he was fun and unorthodox. he was also hot as fuck, as youâve heard from your friends, but you never really got the deal even after seeing his photo on the university website or from miles away entertaining some starstruck student. his classes were always left with no vacancies, too, only able to see what your friends meant after stepping foot first into the lecture.
you were a tad bit early, greeted with gojo sitting at the front with his legs propped up on the desk as he shot you a nonchalant greeting and you think maybe you shouldâve signed up for another lecture group, but then he speaks and the air is knocked out of your chest. professor gojo is charismatic when he teaches about art, design and media, captivating everyone with the stark white hair and blue eyes, but heâs clever with his glances because you arenât realising he stares at you more than anyone else.
arenât you in your second year? how did he not see you anywhere last year? why did you just sign up?Â
the smiles he gives you are sweeter than others, the words more sugar coated with lilts in his voice and youâre chastising yourself for not being any different from everyone else, soon turning into the girls who ask for extra tutoring sessions and sidling up to him on campus â at least youâd get the full experience.
âoh! sweetness, what are you doing here?â youâve managed to get gojo just as he leaves his office, standing outside for quite some time thinking if youâd really want to do this. several lecturers and professors have already walked past asking if you needed anything, but no matter how much you wanted to say professor gojoâs name, it always turned into something like waiting for a friend.
âohâ uhm, professor gojo, just wondering if the grade for that major project is really set in stone?â
gojo makes a show of thinking, but you know youâre asking for the devil himself when he replies yes with a stifled grin and youâre asking if the two week period of appealing works for the major youâre in.
âyou can submit other collaterals as an appeal but it might either boost your grade or bring it down,â the professor leans down with a sick smile on his face, because heâs had so many people outside just like this, nervous from his advances and yet not going through with what they thought they could do. but this time itâs you, the you who he imagined taking on his office desk or even in a lecture theatre for everyone to see, who wants the words to fall from your lips just so he could be your knight in shining armour.
âis there really no⌠other way to appeal?â you swallow when gojo switches the position and gets you in exactly where he wants you: your back facing his office, his face dangerously close to yours while his eyes slyly catching the way your thighs rub together.
gojo smirks to himself when you knock down yet another cup of stationery on his desk after âdiscussingâ ways you could improve your grades, nails making unsatisfactory noises on the wooden desk while he can hear your cunt gush around him, made obvious from the squelch of your hole and heâs muttering praises into your neck from behind.
âthis what you had in mind, baby?â just another girl in his roster, getting ruined just for a grade that wasnât even that bad. what you didnât know is that you were the only girl, getting professor gojo so hard in lectures and tutorial classes just from the sight of you that to finally have you â itâs a sweet reward. you shiver when his hand reaches to your front to rub at your clit and youâre grasping at nothing as moans leave your lips.
ây-yeah, professorââ gojo is filthy, lewd, lifting your leg to prop up on the desk just so he could get deeper in you, your pussy everything he imagined and more as he continues to fuck into you. youâre warmer than his hand, than some hookupâs mouth from the club, clenching around his cock so tightly his hips stutter.
âf-fuck, angel, tryna snap my dick off?â you let out an incredulous chuckle at that, hips moving back to meet his while the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fill the room. your juices are coating his length so well, too, that gojoâs eyes lock on your cunt that sucks him in over and over again, the spread of your pussy lips just amplifying his moans. the other spreads your cheeks and sighs at the translucent ring of cum at the base of his cock, hips fucking up to hit your sweet spot that youâre cumming with a shock down your spine â so hard, so deep, so intense that youâre jolting from the orgasm with whimpers of his name. gojo never truly is done with you after pulling out to cum on your ass, however, and you arenât either.
thereâs a thrill that runs through his veins when you back him up onto the sofa, a glimmer in your eyes that suggest youâre as intoxicated on him as he is on you, a sultry gaze taking over your shyness from earlier before heâs pushed onto the cushions.
âthank you for the meal, professor,â you giggle and gojo swears heâs reached his death when your mouth first closes around his still sensitive tip and he whines loudly, hearing your fingers fill your drooling cunt as your hand squeezes out leftover cum from before. a hand runs through your hair and your cockdrunk face is enough for him to see whiteâ
professor gojo thinks you look heavenly between his legs.
â GETO
you sigh echoes throughout your dorm room, ending the stream and collecting your keep for the day as you grimace at the mess youâve made on your sheets. itâs not like it wasnât pleasurable, but on some days youâre wondering how long you truly need to serve gross men on the internet for it to be enough to pay off your university fees. sure, there were a few attractive people who commented and tipped you, but that was the extent of it. itâs not long before you can only think about cleaning up and taking a big fat nap, but a video in the sidebar catches your attention.
it seemed like a casual stream â no script or planned storyline apart from a heavily tattooed arm taking up half the screen, his pelvis just slightly off the thumbnail. he was faceless, too, filming rather from the chest down which was also inked, something that sends a chill to your core.
itâs only later when youâre slipping your dildo back into you as you watch this stranger pump his cock, guttural groans and slick noises filling your airpods that you realise the dragon wrapping around his arm looks awfully familiar. youâre so blissed out by pleasure, focusing on the needy moans that the man lets out before he cums with a grunt, so much cum leaking out from him. youâve reached your high too, but you have no time to admire the stranger because it seemed like he was in a hurry, but not before youâve caught a glimpse of his lip ring.
you know why he looked so familiar, now, standing in front of him in his office while his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, something he doesnât do often. geto suguru doesnât wear his lip ring in lecturers either, and now you think you know why because they match the video youâve seen just last night. you arenât even entirely sure why you were called in, and you think maybe itâs because you âaccidentallyâ sent a friend request, but youâre taken aback when he asks you if youâve already selected a tutor to be your mentor throughout your major project.
âsurprised? i sent out the email a week ago, love.â you try not to let the name get to you, and the confession lingers at the tip of your tongue.
ây-yeah! i saw it, professor geto, justââ
everyone was no stranger to professor getoâs striking looks, always turning heads with his unconventional gauges and long hair that probably shouldâve landed him in a modelling agency in the first place. except, heâs opting instead to teach linguistics, a fitting major for him to talk of the history of language and its formation of it, even slipping in some latin and greek to show its origins but you can hardly listen when all you can focus on is the tight pull of his shirt around his body while his hair falls around his face and you think maybe it was a bad time to think if his hair falls out of his bun while he rails someone. you hope soon itâll be you, just so you can confirm it for yourself with no other reason involved (youâre a fucking liar).
geto clears his throat and you swallow and the flex of his forearms only distract you further, the dragon on his arm seemingly laughing at your torment as it moves along his skin â the other doesnât miss your dilemma, staring at you for your answer with a dark stare and enjoying the effect he had on you. your brain doesnât respond fast enough, though, and youâre blurting out the first thing as you watch the curve of his mouth turn in either distaste or satisfaction; you werenât sure.
âi saw you stream yesterdayââ and you slap a hand over your mouth, wanting to run immediately, but you didnât expect him to smile after a moment of recognition, making the connections to your account until his mouth falls open just a little.
âyouâre the little cutie who sent me a request last night, arenât ya?â
as he asks the question you hoped he wouldnât ask, you find thereâs nothing on your mind except maybe seeing his tattooed arms wrap around you â and you did. they looked so much better up close, leading from one thing to another in that stuffy office soon theyâre looking especially good with how heâs currently dragging the tip of his cock along your folds, collecting your slick as you hold onto his biceps after confessing sin after sin about you fromâ
âiâve jerked off to your videos.â a burn on your cheeks when geto sets you on his office table, palms leaving hot trails along your thighs and skin. he lets you play with his bulge, hands probably forming bruises on you from how you relieve the tension in his pants.
âthe way your cunt wraps around that dildo â makes me wish i was there fuckinâ your pussy instead.â a gasp and a moan when he preps you with both fingers as he sucks hickeys into your neck and plays with your tits, pinching your nipple that has you clenching around him.
âdidnât miss how you like to be bred in your videos too. think maybe you need some real cum, princess,â getoâs button up shirt is pried open by now, trousers just barely pulled down below his hips because he has a lecture in about half nâ hour. though, he wanted your pussy all to himself and if 27 minutes was all he was granted, he was going to make full use of it. geto groans into your hair when your legs wrap around his middle and heâs reeling at how heâs been watching your videos for the longest time and yet, nothing compares to having you fall apart by his hands.
a quick glance to his watch tells him fifteen minutes, eyes flitting back to the squelch of your cunt around him and he smiles smugly at the whimpers he knows so well. heâs sure itâs imprinted on his brain by now but his dick still jumps at the many variations youâve let out during the 27; heâd commit every single one to memory. âprofessorâ s-shit!â
geto angles his hips up, the curve of his cock hitting that spot just right that your back arches and you let out a drawn out moan, âyes, baby?â
âw-wanâ your cum in me, suguru,â youâre pleading with a drunk little smile and your face is twisted into such pleasure heâs only seen through pixels that geto cums almost immediately with a pained laugh seeing the real thing, hips stilling as he fills you up, up, up to the brim with hot, white semen that geto feels embarrassed to climaxing so quickly. but what can he do? when his favourite camgirl and student asks to be bred, itâs only natural.
how could he possibly say no?
â NANAMI
âdoes that mean the poem is written from the crossâ perspective?â your hand shoots up in hopes of interpreting the text correctly, but also because, just maybe, that you wanted to impress a little someone at the front of the lecture theatre. beside you, you can hear the gasp of your friend along with the eyes of various other students. âsort of likeâ personification?â
nanami points to you with his glasses that heâs long removed, a small smile on his face. itâs not like youâre trying too hard, but of course you know your shit fairly well. you always have in every class, it was just a bonus you were so attractive that all nanami could think about was spreading your legs right on this desk. âyes, almost. anthropomorphism, something that was very common in poems or works written in old english.â
you were sceptical about professor nanami at first, especially since he was a lecturer who was transferred here from overseas only three months ago and is technically quarter of a white man, but he held command of the japanese language well enough for you to understand, both in speech and concepts. you were more interested in the lecturer himself though, piqued from the moment he explained his grandfather was danish and you turn to your friend, explains the blonde hair, doesnât explain how heâs so insanely fine, giggling quietly to each other the first day.
as for your major, it was texts after story after poem, but you enjoyed it alongside giving your own input in class â something you knew would help your participation grades. youâve raised your hand in more ways than one, always coming up at the end of lectures with a question, stopping him in hallways to show him the book you were currently reading. so thatâs why you were confused when you were called to the front of the lecture theatre after everythingâs over. it couldnât be bad, right?
it wasnât bad, it was much better, especially when nanamiâs got your legs on either side of him on the lecture theatre desk while he takes his rightful place between your legs â somewhere heâs always longed to be. both the front and back doors are locked, with only your soft, muffled moans filling the room. but nanami has no shame, slurping up the juices that drip from your pussy loudly, possibly staining the desk below him. heâs cared before about the condensation of his drinks but when it comes to your sweet, sweet cunt? he doesnât give one fuck.
âtaste so good, sweetheart,â nanami moans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. he flicks his tongue over your clit, while the other hand goes up to squeeze at your tits, kneading and playing with them while youâre still at awe at the man on his knees, at how youâve gotten one of the hottest professors in the university eating out of your pussy like itâs the last meal on earth.
youâre snapped out of your daze when nanami lands a few slaps onto your pussy, brown eyes boring holes into your skull. but this stare is different, as opposed to glaring down the mischievous boys who canât stop making noise, this isâŚ
âpay attention when i eat your little pussy, angel,â the demanding tone has you shivering, a small grin stifled when he nods in deserved approval and continues his assault. fingers slip in before you have time to react and your head is thrown back so hard it bumps against the wood but you donât care, clamping down around his fingers. nanamiâs pace is unforgiving, sucking hard on your clit while he pumps them in and out.
âfeel good?â nanami asks through slurps as he catches your eye, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd you clamp around his fingers. he admires how the way the glob of liquid runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he canât wait for it to be his cum instead.
âbetter thanâŚâ your voice trails off when he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how nanami knows all your sweet spots in such a short period of time. nanami simply chuckles at your sensitivity, meeting you halfway as you sit up to feel his lips against yours and he whispers against your lipsâ
âwhat were you gonna say, baby?â
youâre heaving for oxygen as he adds a third finger and youâre just hoping heâd show you his fucking dick already. hot breath fans across your lips and you smile to yourself seeing how your words affect him.
âbetter than fucking myself with my fingers thinkinâ itâs your cock, prof.â
â TOJI
it was nine in the morning, and toji could already feel a headache forming from the amount of absentees in his class, simply sighing before pulling up the details for todayâs lecture, eyes unknowingly looking for you in the large lecture theatre. he finds that youâre already looking, clad in a cardigan and tired eyes â no doubt from trying to reach his deadline earlier than usual. toji found that you liked to do that, the first one to always submit your essays and assignments, so thatâs why he knows what game youâre playing at when youâre asking the difference between first, second and third degree murder when you already know their definitions.
he would know â you got full marks the other time.Â
âhm?â toji only hums when he sees your enthusiastic face and a quick look down to your lower half shows how your legs spread naturally for him. the professor only licks his lips before he spots your underwear, entertaining you for now as you stare on earnestly, while nothing is actually entering your brain. thatâs okay, though, youâre smart.
toji can count on one hand the amount of times you manage to catch him off guard, but he didnât expect both of those times to be on the same day. it was a busy night at the club, trailing behind professor gojo, bored, until the clock hits 11 and the shift changes, some dancers retiring for the night whilst others make their way out. they emerge with pumps and skimpy outfits, but toji still hasnât found someone worth wasting his loaded bank account on until youâre stepping out in a corset and garters and toji whistles lowly, eyes travelling up your person unforgivingly before he hears a small gasp.
his curiosity is piqued at the small noise, only to be greeted with your widened eyes and taut muscles at having seen your professor at the strip club you work at, but with a clap from somewhere backstage your body moves naturally into a professional stance, and perhaps a little more sluttily than other days.
your professor was hot, of course you would work twice as hard, twisting your body around the pole while you show off your assets â things you were covering just this morning in professor tojiâs lecture. he taught criminology, a minor that you were trying out in your second year of uni and if it didnât work, youâd drop it, but no matter how much you complained about the class, the green eyes that bore into yours in lectures always seem to ask you to stay. you never really knew whether he was looking at you or not.
at least now, youâll make him.
tojiâs hands tightened around the wad of cash he planned to waste tonight, all put on hold just from watching the way you put your body on display. he wouldnât have imagined seeing you tonight at the strip club he let gojo drag him to, but heâs almost glad heâs here when you seem to be only dancing for him, all focus on the other patrons lost.
your eyes are still locked with tojiâs, reminding you of the times in the lecture theatre where green was all you could see, a smile creeping on your face when one of your girlfriends behind you whispers that the man with the black hair and tight shirt wants a private session with you.
thatâs all it took before you feel tojiâs hands on your ass later in the private room, pulling you to his front with a smirk. âwhatâs a sweet girl like you doinâ here?â
you roll your eyes as you feign annoyance. your heart was pounding along with the music, finally being able to feel his toned body from the front., âcut the crap, prof. you booked me for a reason. what, here to talk about my grades or something?â
âwhat? canât see my favourite student?â you scoff with a small smile.
âand how did you know i work here?â
âi didnât, but seeing you work that pole,â toji grins, landing a smack on your butt before grinding his very obvious, large bulge on you and heâs loving the way it seemed to stimulate your clit, âi need ya to show me what iâve been missing, mama.â
toji groans later while youâve got his cock in his mouth, on your knees in front of him while youâre fisting the places you canât reach. you take most of him easily, feeling the tip of his length reach the back of your throat. there, your eyes flick up to him, doe eyed and pleading. it isnât long before you feel his hips bucking into your mouth and the cute twitch of his cock in your mouth, moaning around him as you knead his thighs, dragging him closer with what little strength you had.
âdirty fuckinâ slut, huh?â toji mumbles out breathlessly, tightening his grip around your hair before you start bobbing your head again, a plethora of lewd noises alongside the slurp of your saliva and his pre-cum mixing only makes your panties wetter and sends your cunt clenching around nothing. âwho knew my cutest student was such a whore?â your head reels at the degradation, sucking in your cheeks even more while you slobber over him. toji swears under his breath when your tongue sweeps over his tip, collecting his pre-cum.
âitâs sâbig in my mouth, professor,â giggling, you bob your head faster as the otherâs noises increase in volume, and heâs left to tap the side of your skull, causing you to tilt your head in question. the vibrations of your moans has him grinding into your mouth, shutting you up until heâs cumming down your throat with a loud groan. toji spills so much into your mouth that you have to swallow twice, pulling on your jaw as you show him the remnants of the cum still on your tongue.
ââm sure they have it somewhere in the conduct about professors not having sexual relations with a student,â toji chuckles when he sees you peel off your underwear, eagerly wrapping his arms around your waist. âor even something about cutting corners to get your grades upâŚâ itâs a little soft, trailing off when he feels you drag his tip along your pussy and heâs mesmerised with how your dripping folds accommodate him easily.
you pout in dramatics, thighs tightening around his when you take inch after inch of him before youâre bottoming out. thereâs a deep sigh coming from you before youâre moving your hips lazily, a certain slur to your words that already show youâre drunk on your professorâs cock and toji only smiles.
âyeah, but my grades are perfectly fine,â you whisper with a small whine when toji squeezes your ass, something he never thought heâd get a taste of.
âplus, weâre not in the classroom now, are we, professor?â

thinking about big boys who make it fit. you try to protest, fidget and squirm out of his calloused hands but he grips your waist firmly, pulling you back towards him.
âmy darling girl,â he coos, âdonât you trust me?â he brushes a stray hair out of your face, wiping the tears streamed down furiously, your eyes squeezed shut. he laughs and presses a large hand to your stomach, âyouâll be a good girl for daddy, wonât you?â
through sobs, you find the strength to nod as he aligns himself at your entrance. he uses his thick fingers to spread your soaking cunt, the other hand guiding himself in slowly. âthatâs it baby, you got this.â his fat cock inches his way in, and you feel the stretch, clenching down on him, shaking your head as if in a trance. he shushes you, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. ârelax, itâll hurt less.â
you heed his words and release the tension in your stomach. he audibly sighs as he continues pushing his way into you, causing you to whimper until the tip of his dick has pressed up against your cervix. satisfied, he traces the outline his cock is leaving in your tummy, giving it a squeeze as you barely get out the words, âso- full!â he laughs and grips your waist, pulling you off his cock and making you gasp at the sudden movement. before you have time to protest, heâs slamming himself into you again, the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both your groans fill the room. your cries of pain seem to only spur him on as he continues thrusting into you harshly.
âlook at me,â he pants, âlook at me while i fuck you silly.â you open your eyes only to meet his, then quickly shutting them in embarrassment. he laughs, âlook at my sweet, darling girl, being fucked like the whore she is.â you whine in response but release a gasp when his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing in quick circles and forcing your stomach to clench up. âdonât cum yet, my darling, hold it there, wait for me.â
you try your best to not cum, squirming from both the pain of him bottoming out and the pleasure from him toying with your sensitive bud. âiâm close baby, just say my name. say my name.â he canât tell if youâre obedient, or just too fucked out to do anything but obey but when you cry out âdaddy!â itâs all over for him.
ânow.â he presses the bulge in your stomach down and you can feel the orgasmic joy washing over you like blinding lights, your body shaking, absolutely overwhelmed by him. he fucks you like a man in heat, bottomming out as he reaches his peak, gripping you hard. you can feel the warmth of his cum spreading in your cunt as he collapses on you, kissing your cheek.
TOJI FUSHIGURO, gojo satoru, geto suguru, TODO AOI, bokuto kotaru, TERUSHIMA YUJI, kaeya, ARATAKI ITTO, childe
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summary. three months. thatâs how long it takes before gojo poses a problem. | wc. 1.8k+
cw/ tw. fem!reader, nanny reader (he's your boss), gojo's kid is an oc, domesticity, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby), feral behavior, intended for 18+ readers
an. the ad said 'nanny wanted,' but reader didn't know he was looking for a little wife instead v_v, also mildly self-ship coded, comments and reblogs are appreciated ŕźâ§âË.

You sometimes wistfully imagine having a family of your ownâa soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable, competent, at your side. But you canât think of the last time youâve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around.Â
Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when youâre still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you donât use.Â
You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones youâve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.
All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until youâre packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.
You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and youâre unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house youâve ever seen.
âThe nanny?â
âYes,â you mutter, licking your lips. âThatâs me.â
âGood, Ren just woke up from his nap,â he opens the door a little wider with a creak, the darkness behind him almost comforting.
You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.
The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Three months. Thatâs how long it takes before your boss poses a problem.
Itâs not that heâs a terrible boss; in fact, heâs quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.
It also helps that Ren is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny.Â
Perfect.
The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his sonâhis expression shuttered, a foreign thing that you canât read. Itâs all so terribly domestic.Â
Terrible because you think itâs a horrible idea to develop a crush on your boss, that you canât help but get flustered anytime he so much as looks your way, even if itâs fleeting. How a sleepy smile before he retires to his room for the night can turn your thoughts into a scattered, ill-defined mess of what they used to be until all thatâs left are words like spun sugar melting on your tongue.
But also, itâs not normal, at least not from your experience.Â
You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kidâs day. Barely saying hello once they walk through the front door before sending money to your bank account.
Satoruâbecause thatâs what he asked you to call him one afternoon while you were in the middle of feeding Ren mashed banana, a lazy smile curling the edges of his lips after you say it for the first timeâwants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book youâve been meaning to buy.Â
âYou donât have to ask about my day,â you tell him shyly, accepting the glass of wine he proffers you after spending the past hour trying to put a teething baby to bed. âTo make me feel better, that is.â
âWould it be so bad if I said I want to? You live here, too.â
You try to separate the two: that he cares as your employer and not for any other reason besides that.
That's what you tell yourself when cool fingers cup your chin gentlyâthumb caressing the top of your cheek, now close enough that you catch the warm notes of his cologne and see the light blue flecks in his eyesâit's probably very inappropriate for a boss and an employee to be standing like this in the middle of his kitchen.
âI never say anything I donât mean.â
You swallow, nodding, slightly shaky, breath caught in your chest. âOkay.â
âGood girl.â He retreats to his office before witnessing how those two words knock the wind out of you.

He starts saying things like our shopping list, our carâbecause he gave you the keys to the SUV parked beside his car and hasnât touched it since; for you and the baby, he said, plus itâs terrible on gas when I drive it to workâour house, our baby. You donât think he means to do it; more of an easy slip in conversation.
But then, one morning, heâs rushing around the kitchen, hair still damp and smelling like his shampoo, as he grabs his coffee and briefcase from the counter, kissing Renâs forehead firstâŚand then yours.
Youâre half convinced that you imagined itâthat his lips hadnât stayed there for a second longer than necessaryâuntil he straightens his tie and heads out for the day with a âbe goodâ tossed over his shoulder, and youâre left wondering if he meant to say that to you or Ren.
It sets off a chain reaction of thoughts whirling away in your head, leaves you wanting and wonderingâonly ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your soft sleep shorts.
In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp, too somethingâmore teasing than what youâre used toâhis hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to kiss Renâs chubby cheek while you make breakfast.
âI have a meeting this afternoon, so Iâll be late. Want me to pick up some food on the way home?â
No, you think, thereâs no way he knows.

You spend most of the morning cleaning and folding the array of graphic onesies Satoru has a penchant for dressing Ren in, and the later half walking around the pool because itâs warm and Ren enjoys splashing around in the water. Itâs enough to tucker him out for bed early, hardly able to keep his eyes open while eating a plate of mashed potatoes.
Itâs also the first time in weeks that you have the night to yourself, no baby keeping you busy, no Satoru toâwell.
After a long shower, you step out of the bathroom, moving into the hallway. And there are many reasons why you felt confident walking the few steps it takes to reach your bedroom. Most of them revolve around what Satoru told you that morning, so you donât expect him to be standing there, shirtsleeves rolled up, piercing gaze sliding down the length of you wrapped in a towel and little else.
âI brought home those drunken noodles you like,â he says once his eyes focus back on your face, his whole expression softening into a smile.
A beat. âThank you,â you whisper, unable to look away.
He tucks the wet strands of hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear. âWhy donât you get dressed, and Iâll join you downstairs?â
The noise in your brain goes static.

Youâre unsure what causes it, but everything changes when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face and something else you canât decipher, eyes settled firmly on you.
Ren coos softly into your shoulder.Â
When Satoru picks him up and settles him in the crib, then walks you to your roomâhere, let me help youâand when he hovers in your doorway, you let him in without question.
He doesnât waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until youâre silently begging him to fuck you.
He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy.Â
âUse your words, baby. Iâm not a mind reader.â
You feel like youâre someone else watching you from the outside, another body rocking against the length of your bossâs cock, back arching every time you manage to find the friction you need. Heâs hard against your back, thick in a way that makes you wonder if he did enough to stretch you out.Â
âI-I wantââ
All other thoughts are obliterated by the stretch and press of him against your cunt.Â
âThink Iâm going to keep you,â he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. âKeep this drippy little cunt spread open on my desk whenever I want while the baby naps. Would you like that? For me to fuck you full until you give me a baby.â
You clench, nerves shot.
âGonna get all round with my baby, stay here forever,â he mumbles when he draws away, and you canât tell if the words are meant for you to hear or slip out without him realizing. âFuckâbreed my little wife until it takesââ
Your eyes roll up, lost in the little promises he paints across your skin, body shivering over and over until youâre sobbing from it until he has to clamp a hand down over your mouthâshh, youâre going to wake the babyâgoing limp when he finally cums, pressing as deep as your body will allow, as if he can somehow imprint himself there.Â
Wonders if maybe heâs been building up to this moment all along.Â
Itâs so easy to lay there after, blissed out while he litters kisses across your face and collarbones, letting him lift your hips up to slide a pillow underneath, even though the position is awkward when he tries to cuddle you afterward.
His fingers draw shapes on your stomach, giving you a wistful look, like he canât believe heâs laying here with his cum still dripping between your thighsâno matter how many times he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you. âDo you think itâll take?â
And you donât have the heart to tell him about the little foil packet of pills tucked away in your nightstand.
THE HEALING TOUCH



WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, oral performance, choking kink, etc. 18+ readers only
PAIRING(S): JJ Maybank Ă Routledge!Reader
SUMMARY: in which an upset stomach leads to newfound desires.
"John B, I don't feel well.â Y/N whined into her phone from the comfort of under her blanket.
"What's wrong?" He asked, not sounding all that concerned.
"I think I'm coming down with something."
"No shit, what's wrong?" He asked again.
"I'm cold, I canât breathe, and my head hurts."
"Sounds like a bad hangover."
"Bring me soup."
"No way, you're an hour away."
"I'm your baby sister, and you love me. Please, bring me soup. Chicken Noodle with a big spoon. Please?"
"No." He said with a smile. His sister was always pitiful when she got sick.
"John B, please."
She heard him sigh, and she knew she had him. "Youâre such a pain in the ass, Y/N. Are you still gonna want it after about 9PM?"
She smiled and pulled the blanket tighter around her. "Yes, I will."
"Fine. See you later."
"Thanks, John B. Love you." She got the words out two seconds before she heard him disconnect.
She snuggled down in her bed and closed her eyes. She didn't really need the soup, but she wanted it. Plus, she hadn't seen her brother in the two weeks as she'd been at school. She wasn't going to admit to herself that she probably missed JJ more than she missed her brother, but she would be grateful for her brother's company. Finally, she felt herself slowly being pulled toward sleep.
The three sharp raps on Y/N's door pulled her from her fitful sleep. "Who is it?"
"Soup!"
She smiled as she shuffled to the door. She truly loved her brother. "You do love me." She said, without glancing through the peephole as she swung the door open.
"You're damn right I do."
Y/N's heart just about jumped out her chest. JJ stood at his full height smiling sheepishly at her, enjoying her shocked expression, with a dozen roses in one hand and her soup in the other. This was certainly the last thing she expected when she rolled out of bed. She ignored his statement and asked where her brother was.
"He's sitting on his ass at the Chateau watching TV."
Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Well, what are you doing here?" She asked.
Obviously she had an idea, but she figured it best not to jump to any conclusions considering she hadn't spoken to him in two weeks.
"You gonna make me stand outside all night?"
She wanted to tell him she didn't give a damn where he stayed, but she held her tongue and backed out of the doorway. She waited for him to step through the door, trying not to get swept up in his manly scent. She shut the door behind him and felt a sense of panic rise in her.
What was she supposed to do now? The man doesn't call, doesn't text and then just expects that he can bring her soup and everything is okay? What is wrong with him? What's wrong with me, she thought as quickly tried to assess how the night had gone from hanging out with her brother to JJ standing in her fover.
"You didn't answer my question." She said, hands on hips.
"I wanted to see you." JJ said, as he handed her the roses.
She took the roses and walked into the kitchen to find a vase for them. She tried to hide her shock, and she was sure she wasn't doing a very good job. And did he tell her he loved her when she opened the door? Technically no, right? She did say it first, so that doesn't count. And it really doesn't count because she thought it was her brother.
"You wanted to see me, huh?" She truly was at a loss for words. They both knew the reason she kept letting him in, but she was still mystified as to the reason he kept coming back.
JJ walked up behind her and set the soup down on the counter and placed the big spoon on top of the container.
"Yes, Y/N, I wanted to see you."
"I have to go to the bathroom." She chimed, thinking of the only thing that could get her out of this situation and away from JJ's gravitational pull.
"No, you don't." He said, holding onto her waist and pinning her against the counter.
"Seriously, thanks for the soup. The flowers were a nice touch, but isn't this scenario getting old?"
She turned to face him, startled by how handsome he looked. He was in jeans and a ripped sweatshirt. He couldn't have looked better if he'd tried.
JJ raised a questioning eyebrow and Y/N sighed. "This," she said, waving her hands through the air, "ignore me for two weeks then seduce me when you decide you need a sexual fix. Don't look at me like that. It's your MO, and you're becoming predictable."
"It's not ignoring if you don't want to talk me."
She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to finish.
"Last time we were together, you stormed out of your bedroom, then didnât talk to me during dinner and you ran when I got you back to your house. If I knew any better, I'd say you were trying to ignore me."
He watched her jaw clench and knew he struck a nerve. "I have to go to the bathroom." She said again.
"No. I want you to tell me why you've been acting so schizophrenic around me."
"I'm sick, and I'll cough on you."
"Real mature, and real nice try, but I wouldn't mind having your germs." JJ waited several beats, expecting her to say something. When she didn't, he stepped closer pressing his chest against her folded arms. "Why don't you tell me what you want?"
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. She was beginning to feel a dull ache in the back of her brain, and she was sure if he weren't standing so close to her, she'd be able to think straight.
"I want you to move, so I can go to the bathroom."
He stepped out of her way and watched as she made her way to the bathroom. Everything always has to be so difficult with her, he thought as he put her soup in the microwave.
Y/N locked the bathroom door and pressed her head against the cool wood of the door. Was she being crazy? Probably, but what did he expect from her? She moved over the sink and stared in horror at her reflection. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles and her face was flushed and devoid of its usual color. Why'd he always have to see her at her worst?
She splashed water on her face noting that she probably had a fever. She re-did her ponytail and was prepared to thank JJ for everything, but tonight was not the night for confrontation. She opened the door the door and watched as he took her soup out of the microwave and set it on the table.
"Uh, thanks." She said. She sat down and took several sips of her soup before realizing she didn't have an appetite.
"I liked your hair better the other way." He commented, as he studied her.
"Yeah, well, if I wanted to turn you to stone, I would have left it that way."
"Ah, so you do like me." JJ smirked.
"Don't push your luck, I'm sick and delirious."
He continued to study her for a few more moments as she played with her soup. âY/N, you're shaking."
"Just the chills. I'm fine."
"Maybe we should get you to bed. I didn't mean like that." He said, raising his hands in defense to her glare. "All I meant is that you should probably rest. You don't look so good."
Suddenly feeling as though all her energy had been sucked out of her, Y/N let him lead her to her bed and watched him with weary eyes as he tucked her blankets around her. She would have been taken aback by the concerned look on his face if she hadn't had so much trouble trying to stop shaking. She half expected JJ to climb into bed with her, but he didn't. He perched himself on the edge of the bed, flicked on the TV and prepared to spend the entire night right there.
She watched him wondering where this person had come from. Certainly this JJ was an alien because the J she knew couldn't and wouldn't spend the night with a woman if there was no promise of sex. The fact that he was willing to watch TV while she slept was a little unsettling.
"What are you really doing here?" She couldn't help but ask again.
"You must be sick and delirious. I already told you."
"Indulge me."
"I wanted to see you." He said, turning towards her.
"Well, now you've seen me, so you can leave."
"I don't want to."
Y/N was amazed. She felt him lie back on the bed on top of the covers. She was shaking so badly that he could feel the bed shaking.
"Are you warm yet?" He asked.
"No." She said, wishing she'd got warm enough to stop shaking.
She closed her eyes trying to concentrate on getting warm when she felt the bed shift as he moved up the bed. Gently, JJ wrapped both arms around her trying to add to her warmth. She couldn't remember a time when she'd felt more comforted.
"Did you ever figure out what you're doing after school?"
"No." She waited for him to respond. When he didn't, she asked him why.
"Just wondering if you've got your life all figured out. That's all."
"I'm three months from graduation and I have no idea what I'm gonna do for the rest of my life."
"I'm sure something will come up. You'll figure it out."
Y/N wanted to believe him. He sounded so sure, but instead of contemplating her future, she closed her eyes and thought about how warm JJ was making her.
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Y/N shifting her weight in the bed slowly pulled JJ from his sleep. He continued to hold her throughout the night, although she'd stop shaking a long time ago. He watched her as she slept, her lips slightly curled in a grin. He was hoping she was dreaming about him, but he didn't want to get his hopes up.
JJ was glad John B called him and told him Y/N wasn't feeling well. JJ knew how busy he'd been at work lately, and this would probably be the only time he'd have to come see her for a while. He was a little ashamed to admit that he'd jumped at the chance to see her. He could have picked up the phone and called her, but he was sure she wouldn't answer. And if she did, he'd end up ruining the conversation like he always did and it would result in her immediately hanging up. So, the best thing to do was just show up, right?
He considered not bringing the flowers, but that's always a nice touch when trying to get back on a woman's good side, and it must have worked because he was still sleeping in her bed, which was way more than he expected when he thought about all the ways last night could have ended.
He half expected her to slam the door in his face after snatching the soup from him, but she didn't. It was probably because in a round about way, he told her he loved her. He'd never done that before, and he didn't mean to, it just popped out. With a smile, he wished he'd had a camera to catch the surprised look on her face when he said it.
JJ pulled his right arm out from underneath her and tried as quietly as he could to get to the bathroom. He wanted to stay in bed with her until she woke, but he couldn't hold it anymore.
"You're still here." Y/N said, as he made his way back into her room after relieving himself.
JJ shrugged his shoulders and told her he just wanted to be with her. While he was standing in the bathroom, he'd gone over the things he wanted to say while he was in front of the mirror. If he didn't act now, his plan would be shot to shit and she'd kick him out.
Y/N sat up in bed and watched as he moved to the chair in the corner and sat down. She marveled at how his long legs seemed to extend themselves across the room.
"Sorry I haven't called, I've been busy at work."
She shrugged, trying to pretend like her heart wasn't beating so loudly in her ears she could barely hear him. âDoesn't matter."
"What kind of response was that?"
"A truthful one."
This was not going the way he wanted it to. She was already mad at him and wasn't afraid to make sure he knew it.
"Are you seeing anyone here yet?" He asked, changing tactics.
"Does it matter?"
JJ ground his teeth. She was not going to make this easy on him. âYes." He answered, tersely.
"Why?" She seemed indifferent to him, and it was making him nervous. Had she already found someone else? He was an idiot to think she wouldn't.
Y/N flipped her blankets back and marched out of the room. She really only did it because she knew walking away in the middle of a conversation would drive JJ nuts, and predictably it did.
"Don't walk away from me." He said, stalking after her.
"You're in my house, JJ." She said, as she continued to walk towards the kitchen. "I will do as I damn well please."
"Answer the question." He told her when he caught up with her.
"I want to know why it matters so much." Y/N opened the door to the refrigerator just to give herself something to do. She knew damn well she didn't have an appetite.
JJ took a deep breath. He had to regain control of the situation. He was about to open his mouth when she tired to brush pass him and leave the kitchen.
Before he knew it, he'd grabbed hold of her arms and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her down. Now, she had to listen to him. In the calmest voice she could muster, she told him to let her go. She didn't like being this close to him.
"Because I don't want you seeing anyone else." He watched as Y/N's eyebrows shot up in surprise then creased in anger.
"Let me finish." He commanded in a stern voice. He was mildly amused when she didn't say anything. âWe shouldâve had this conversation a long time ago." He said with a sigh.
Y/N's heart was beating so hard she was sure he could see her shirt moving.
"I wanna know that youâre not gonna be with anyone else. I don't even want you interested in someone else. I'm everything you need. Granted, I don't call when I should, but I'm still thinking about you. God knows I'm not perfect. I don't call when I should, I will forget your birthday, I won't always listen when you talk. I'm a man, what can I say?" He shrugged, as if not apologizing for anything. "But Iâll never forget to tell you how much I want you. Do you have any idea about the self control I had to exercise to sleep with you in my arms all night and not try anything?"
He leaned his body into hers and stared at her lips. "So, smartass, are you seeing anyone?"
Y/N felt her knees weaken, but she was going to try her damnest not to let him know it. "Maybe."
Now, she was just pressing his buttons and she knew it. She wasn't sure how to respond. She done so much preparation waiting for him to tell her it was over, that she didn't really know how to process him saying he wanted her all to himself.
"What about you, tiger? You seeing anyone?" She retorted.
"I'm looking at her. Now, answer my question." JJ could feel himself coming unraveled.
He watched her lips waiting for them to form the words he was dreading to hear. If she told him she'd found someone else, he march out the door without looking back, but he knew she wouldn't. He just needed to hear the words out loud.
Y/N felt his growing erection pressing against her abdomen. She wanted to keep him guessing, but she knew if she kept talking her lips would betray her and tell him everything he wanted to hear. Instead, she watched JJ as he watched her, slowly getting aroused by the way he was looking at her.
"Answer the question, baby."
The sound of him calling her baby was enough to coax a ânoâ from her lips. JJ smiled like a kid at Christmas and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel how excited he was that she wasn't seeing anyone.
Kissing her like it was the first time, he gently explored her mouth with his. His hands moved from her arms to the side of her face so he could hold her in place while he kissed her. JJ felt her small hands wrap around his waist and pull him closer to her. He chewed on her bottom lip, drawing a deep moan from her throat. He slid his hands down to her neck and gave her throat a tight squeeze.
They were both breathing harder now, and kissing more frantically. She gripped at the bottom of his sweatshirt, pulling it and his shirt off in one motion. While he tried to get her shirt over her head, she fumbled with his belt. Y/N undid JJ's belt and unsnapped his pants and they hit the kitchen floor with a thud. He lifted her shirt over her breasts and began to greedily suck on her exposed taut nipples. She began to grind her moistening shorts into his erection as he continued to milk her breasts. With a moan, she arched her back and offered herself to him while running her fingers through his hair.
Neither could speak as both were so consumed with being with each other. They both now knew how they felt about each other and were eager to demonstrate it. Y/N's heart pounded as her bare back pressed against the cool kitchen wall and her front pressed against JJ's hard body. She continued to moan and writhe against him as he moved his wet kisses from her sensitive chest to her neck. He licked and bit and sucked on her neck, marking her as his for everyone to see, and by the noise she was making, she loved it.
"Is this what you want, princess?" He asked, as he crudely ground his cock between her legs. "Tell me. Tell me this is what you want." JJ continued to slide is cock up and down her slit and she moved in time with his hips.
"Yes, JJ. I want it." She panted.
He didn't hesitate. He slid her shorts to one side with his hand, and in one motion impaled her on his cock. He groaned in pleasure as her hot, wet tunnel enveloped him, and it took everything in him to try and not explode inside her. He felt right at home.
Y/N panted as her mind tried to comprehend the intense pleasure she was feeling from having the man of her dreams balls deep inside her. She could feel every inch of him pulsing and moving inside her. She was dripping wet, and was sure she was leaving a mess on the floor beneath them.
JJ felt his knees begin to weaken, so he carried her to the kitchen table. He gently set her down on the table and told her to lie back. He grabbed each leg and raised them towards her head giving him unfettered access to her body. The change in angle caused him to rub against new spots in her snatch, making her say his name out loud.
He watched as tiny beads of perspiration on her body shook with each thrust and he could feel her body begin to clench around him. He licked his fingers and moved his hand to her clit. As he slowed down his thrusts, he sped up his fingers as they teased her swollen nub. He took her to the edge then stopped moving completely drawing frustrated moans from her.
Cruelly, he continued this manipulation of her body. He'd push himself into her as hard and fast as he could, only to slow down and play with her clit until she was begging for him to let her cum. He loved the way she begged him to make her cum, and he told her so.
"Iâm the only man that is gonna make you cum. Isn't that right, baby?"
When Y/N found the strength to moan âyes,â he ground his hips into hers. He grabbed her swollen pearl and rolled it between his fingers loving the way it made her body respond. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and she was screaming his name.
JJ slammed into her as hard and fast as he could, removing his hand so his pelvic bone would mash her clit each time their hips met. He could feel his orgasm rising now and this time, he didn't want to wait. He grunted and told her he was going to cum. She met his thrusts with her hips and they fucked like they'd been doing it for years.
Knowing how sensitive her nipples were, he rested her legs on his shoulders, and just before he was about to cum, he grabbed a nipple with each hand and twisted. He wanted to make sure she came at the same time he did. JJ was handsomely rewarded as her pussy began squeeze, milking him for his own cum.
With several erratic thrusts and a loud grunt, JJ felt the cum begin to rise from his balls. He buried himself deep inside Y/N as rope after rope of his hot, sticky cum shot inside her. He leaned forward and rested his head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't help but think this was the only place he wanted to be. They both laid on the kitchen table, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Y/N smiled to herself as she thought this all started because she wanted soup.
As JJ's softening cock slipped out of her, he scooped her up off the table and carried her back to the bedroom. Gently, he laid her down and climbed into bed next to her. He took care in sliding her shorts down her hips, and pulling her shirt over her head and discarded them in a pile across the room. He rolled onto his side, and pulled her naked body against his as they both fell asleep in her bed.
That afternoon they made love three more times, each time more passionate. They were both covered in markings from the other. Y/N had bruises and bite marks on her neck; JJ had scratch marks down his back and arms. They each took turns controlling the others pleasure. Sometimes it was Y/N on top using JJ for only her satisfaction, her head thrown back, mouth and eyes opened wide. Other times, it was JJ sliding into her from behind as he played with her clit while she moaned into her pillow.
She'd woken up for their third round of love making with JJ's twitching cock nestled between pussy lips as they both slept. If she hadn't been there to experience it, she wouldn't have thought two people could have such intense sex three times in one day. As the sun was finally setting, they realized they had to separate so JJ could go back home.
As he pulled on his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair, he told her he'd call her. Y/N smiled and believed he had every intention of doing it, but probably wouldn't get around to it for another week or so. She shrugged her shoulders and didn't really mind. Now that they both knew where they stood, a phone call didn't seem all that important.
JJ gave her a long goodbye kiss, as he stood halfway out the front door. He was very happy he'd come and in more ways than one. He got to his car and pulled away, feeling very satisfied with himself.
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bully!gojo is so mean
wears leather jackets and heavy rings on his thick fingers, and every time you talk he clicks his tongue
he canât stand your smartass mouth
so he fills your mouth with your panties as he drills you from behind in the back of his car, between classes
his hands hold you roughly by the hips, thrusting his thick shaft deep into your sloppy cunt
his heavy balls slam into your ass with each thrust, his fat tip hits your sweet spot making you cream around his fat cock at least five times before you begin to cry from too much overstimulation, your head pressed into the expensive leather seat
he lets you go only when his balls are empty and his thick creamy load stuffs and overflows from your pretty cunt
your thighs squeezed together donât prevent others from seeing cum sliding down your thighs â he follows you in class with your slobbery panties in his pocket and a smirk on his lips