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shemaycry · 4 months

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❛I’ll give you lessons, it’s so much to know. ❜ ⸺ Gojo Satoru

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. satoru just wants to show you how different real sex and literature sex is.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. i know there’s like plenty of virgin x experienced satoru fics but i just wanted to write this one based off my own experience. so yeah, hope you enjoy there may be a part 2. 3K+ WORDS & PLEASE EXCUSE GRAMMAR MISTAKES

Novels were so easy to get lost in. The moment your eyes landed upon a link of words you were lost to the world; glued to the seat underneath you for hours until your eyes demanded rest.

This was your current situation; glued to your bed, back pressed against the hill of plush pillows whilst your eyes skimmed the sentences within the book. You held the paperback delicately, lips parting every so often to giddily act out a piece of dialogue.

You loved books. Loved reading them, writing them, and much more.

What you didn’t love, was being interrupted while reading one.

The knock against your door was enough to cause your head to snap to it, bottom lip curled tight under your teeth as annoyance threatened to bubble over. With a heavy sigh you slumped into your pillows, “Yes, Satoru?” Your voice ranged monotone, something you used frequently whenever your beloved roommate and friend; Gojo Satoru, decided he needed attention during your reading time.

The door opened with haste, the tall white-haired male entering with a small frown. “You never sound excited to see me.” Satoru breathed, hand rising and lowering against his chest as if truly wounded by your behavior. An act that dissipated the moment you rolled your eyes— the man chuckling and entering the room fully to sit upon the corner of your bed. “I’m bored.. The rain killed all my plans.”

His complaints were barely registered the moment your eyes landed back to your book— a single mhm escaping you instead. A silence covered the room, feeling your bed sink as his long form stretched out upon the edge. Still, your eyes remained on the manilla pages; far too consumed in the utter debauchery playing before your eyes.

Unfortunately for you, Satoru didn’t let this slide for long; given his hand rose to poke the bottom of your foot.

You blinked harshly, lowering the book to cast a glare his way; Satoru’s eyes elsewhere as if innocent. The moment you returned to your book however— he poked you again, going in for a third one just for good measure.

Your legs slid up quickly, book falling to your lap as you glared at the man. “Satoru, how old are you?!”

“I’m bored..” He repeated, cheek sinking into your soft blankets as his pretty eyes stared up at you. Any other time you would have gave into the infamous pout, but not this time. You were enjoying your book far too much.

“Not my problem, find something safe to do.” You huffed, grabbing your book from your lap to slap Satoru’s reaching hand with.

With a quick recoil of his hand, the man sat up, huffing softly. “Like what?”

You groaned, leaning back against your pillows. “I don’t know, Gojo. Cook a dish, sleep, maybe read a damn book— just stop worrying me to death!”

Silence carried around the room for a moment, a bout of anxiety settling deep in your stomach at the man’s unreadable expression. Have I upset him? Was the single thought running in your mind. There were times he was unbearably annoying but again— Satoru was your friend and someone you held very dear.

“Sato—“

“I’ll read a book.” The man rose from your bed slowly with a soft sigh. This alone caused the small bout to quickly grow; your eyebrows furrowing and racking your mind for the perfect apology.

Until.. your beloved roommate and great friend snatched your book right from your hands— dashing out of your room before you could even blink.

Your eyes slowly widened as you registered the situation, fighting with your blankets to throw off as expletives escaped your lips rapidly. You were finally free from the web of comfort— rushing out of your bedroom towards where you loudly heard Satoru reading your book.

“His voice was husky, low; a tone that caused warmth to spread from my stomach all the way to my toes..”

“Satoru— give me back my book!” You rushed towards his spot standing beside the coffee table, watching him raise the book higher and crane his neck to continue to read; all while with a shit eating grin.

“He was close now, eyelids low with plump lips slick with my..” Satoru’s words slowed, eyebrows coming close together for a split moment. “— arousal.” His eyes were wide at this point, falling to your face which held a mix between embarrassment and anger.

The two of you watched each other for a moment, lips forming into a grin and the other a frown; the silence breaking the moment you groaned and landed onto the couch. Satoru quickly followed, snickering to himself as he quickly went back a page;

“Looks like I need to reread for the full effect..“

“Satoru, bite your tongue and die—“

Your harsh words were over shown by his downright maniacal giggling as he read over the pages, leaning back against the cushions. You spared a glance to spot the bright smile drawn across his features, glossy lips parting to softly read out the scene.

Another groan escaped you as you leaned back, balling up the shirt you wore in your hands. You shouldn’t be this embarrassed, really— or should you? Sex was sex, obviously; but it was a little different to be sexually active and simply being reading about. Plus, it was no secret you were a virgin— so you were sure you looked like a perverted hornball.

You wanted to die right then and there.

Soon enough, however; your stolen book made contact with your lap, which caused your eyes to open and land onto the culprit.

Whose grin was still intact.

“So that’s why you wanted me to leave so badly.”

“Satoru, please..”

The man snorted softly, dimples deep and turning to face you. “I’m not making fun of you [Name], it’s normal— it’s like a guy watching porn..” His eyes trailed off for a moment, dancing about the room before clicking back to you. “— Though I have to ask, is this the same stuff you spend time writing about?”

The heat growing within you was becoming too much, washing over your face and causing the embarrassment to dive deeper and deeper. “N—not all of it!” You huffed, eyebrows pinched close as you watched the man raise his hands defensively.

“Like I said I’m not judging either way. It’s just, interesting is all..” He shrugged to himself, leaning back against the cushions as his arms stretched out upon the couch. Satoru’s eyes flicked to your own, grin deepening the moment he noticed your bewildered expression. The man, as teasing as ever— leaned over just a bit closer. “Because you’re a virgin, that’s why.”

“Oh.” You spoke softly, eyes falling from his face to your lap, lips pushed close for a moment— the heat in your face seething at this point. “Well yeah, it’s uh.. ya know, my imagination so it kind makes up for.. lack of experience?”

Satoru stifled a short laugh, slinking away and facing forward. “Your smut is completely different from the real thing, though.” He claimed, tone teetering between cocky and just a tad playful.

You rolled your eyes as a soft obviously escaped your lips hearing the man chuckle. Satoru wasn’t wrong, you were sure real life sex and literature were completely different. From reactions down to positions, it was bound to be very distinct.

Still, the question of how different lingered within you.

Slowly your eyes rose from your lap to settle upon your roommate and great friend, only to suck in a breath the moment you noticed his gaze already upon you. Nervously you wetted your bottom lip, bringing your arms even closer to your chest.

“H..how different?”

Without missing a beat the man was turning to face you, one arm falling to his lap.

“I could show you.”

Satoru’s words took a moment to register, you being unable to hear anything but your rapid heartbeat. It felt as if you were lit on fire, staring up at the man who glanced down at you with clear intent swirling in his eyes. His hand remained on his lap, waiting patiently for a response from your quivering lips.

He was your friend and roommate too; he was supposed to nothing more and nothing less. Every alarm was going off in your head, stating getting entangled in such a way would be a bad idea all around.

But, you ignored them. Wholeheartedly. The stiff nod you gave a clear response.

Except Satoru wasn’t having that, scooting closer as he shook his head at you. “I’m not words on paper,” He spoke cooly, staring down at you carefully. “—I need you to say it.”

You struggled to hold his intense gaze, eyes dancing just about anywhere to avoid it. Your hands fell to the pajama bottoms you wore, carefully clearing your throat. “I… Want you to show me.” You spoke softly, finally glancing back up at the man.

You breathed softly as he drew closer, feeling his hand fall to your thigh to part and intrude the space between them. Satoru lowered towards you, your eyes fluttering shut the moment you two kissed.

It was a embarrassing how inexperienced you were; barely being able to keep up with his lips despite the already slow pace. Your hands rose to grasp his arms, eyebrows pinching close as his tongue treaded across your mouth. A soft moan escaped you, causing his tongue to slither in and tangle with your own.

It was a foreign feeling, one that caused your mouth to ache and for a flutter to occur between your thighs. You gasped softly as his hand slid off the couch to your back, carefully pressing against it and lowering you onto the couch.

Satoru’s long form hovered over you, hand smoothing across your thigh for a moment before rising to the waistband of your pants. It simply rested there as he continued to mark your mouth as his own; lathering his tongue in the wet cavern and sucking on your own appendage to hear you whine. By the time he released from the kiss, drool was trickling down the side of your mouth, lips a mess and red from his own.

You panted softly, watching as he rested on his haunches. Satoru’s other hand met your waistband, toying with the fabric for a moment before removing his hands all together.

The action caused you to raise your eyebrow, biting the inside of your cheek. “Satoru, are y—“

“‘M waiting until you take your pants off.” He said as if the answer was obvious. The man made a show of leaning back to sit on his ass, arms crossed infront of him.

Whether to show he meant business or to restraint himself was something you would never know nor care for seeing as you were currently groaning at his words. You knew your pants would be off in the end anyway, but something about him doing it would.. well, ease your nerves somehow? Who knows, you can’t find an excuse in the moment.

Especially not when the man is simply grinning at you, refusing to make a move until you listened to his request.

Knots formed in your stomach as you rose your bottom half off the couch a bit, thumbs hooking on your pants and panties and slowly tugging them down your legs.

About halfway Satoru was helping, clearly impatient despite the look he was giving you just a moment ago. He tossed the garments off to the side, turning back to spot your thighs closed tight together.

The man blinked in response, even laughing a little to himself as his hands rose to rest upon your knees. “You always look so expressionless while reading your little books..” Satoru spoke coyly, thumbs lowering to press into your heated skin. “Yet here you are; legs closed and barely looking at me.”

“I’m nervous, Satoru. You can’t blame me.” You spoke softly, blinking up at the male who only smiled back. You hissed as his hands fell to the side of your thighs, his fingers trailing the skin to allow you to get used to the feeling.

“There’s no need to be. It’s just me, sweetheart.. no one else,” His voice was calm, easing your mind just a little. His hands lowered to the underside of your legs the moment he noticed you sinking into the couch more, thumbs peeking through the tiny slit between your legs. “— just you and Satoru.” That was enough to allow him to ease your legs apart, revealing your slick slit and more as he widened them further.

You grew uncomfortable under his gaze, adjusting yourself as your hands balled up the shirt you wore. Your stomach leaped however the moment you watched him began to lower and situate himself between your legs, face hovering just a breath away from your wet heat.

You hissed as his breath fanned against you, shivering the moment you felt his thumbs lower to gently pull your folds. “Satoru..” You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt his lips graze your pussy.

“Just relax for me..” Satoru hummed softly against you, tongue lolling out to lick a stripe up your slit. His hands tightened against your legs the moment you twitched, keeping your hips down against the couch as his tongue continued to work up and down your cunt.

You’ve never felt something like this before, it was well… weird. It’s not as if you were unfamiliar with pleasure in general. You’ve touched yourself enough to know what does and doesn’t feel good, or what type of response you would receive from yourself.

But Satoru was.. territory you have never encountered before. It was different, far too different to get used to in the moment. You were unable to contain the soft breaths and moans that escaped you, eyes screwed shut and not daring to look at the man currently ravishing you with just his tongue.

It was as if he had already studied your body; tongue dancing across your slit for a moment before lapping at your clit, squeezing your legs the moment they began to rise from the attention. Hearing your rushed cries was pure bliss, soft breathy moans escaping his mouth as he refused to allow you to move away from the pleasure.

Your back was arched now, arousal dripping down to your taint and surely the couch as Satoru sucked and licked your little bud raw. Your toes were curling, legs shaking, and your breath became labored; eyes peeking open to spot his gaze settled onto your face— clearly happy the moment you looked at him.

Satoru’s hand rose from your thigh and allowed his thumb to replace his mouth; rubbing your clit into circles, watching you carefully. “So wet, baby.. you hear it don’t you?” The man went silent whilst his thumb sped up, allowing you to hear the soft squelches of your pussy over the heavy breaths that were escaping you.

You gripped your shirt harshly, whimpering as your legs threatened to close from the pleasure. “S—satoru.. fuck, fuck..” You hissed the moment he leaned down again, feeling his tongue replace his thumb and set a harsh pace against your clit again.

What’s more, you felt his hand low, finger circling your sopping entrance for a moment before slowly pushing the long digit in. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion, but recovered quickly given the continued sucks and licks on your bud.

“Sato—satoru, fuck..!” You cried out, hands lowering to his fluffy white hair, taking the tresses between your fingers for something to hold. Your legs shook, bouncing about and threatening to close as his tongue sped up, while his finger slowly pushed in and out of your opening.

Your stomach was tense, grip tight, and mouth loose with moans as your orgasm hit you far too quickly; a beautiful string of sounds escaping you, as your legs shook around him. Satoru groaned into your sopping sex, gripping your leg as his actions never let up; carrying you through your orgasm effortlessly.

Little tears pricked at your eyes as pants escaped you and with shaky legs you were gripping his hair, pulling him away from your pussy quickly.

“Need to.. breath, Satoru.” You huffed softly, mouth hanging open and whining as you felt his finger slowly slide out of you. Through hazy vision you took in his beautiful features; spotting the red flushing his pale skin and the absolute mess of saliva and your essence coating the lower half of his face.

Satoru smiled up at you with low eyelids, circling the inside of your thigh with his thumb. “Breathe.” He hummed to you, rising up from between your legs to hover above you. The moment your eyes rose to meet his own, his head was lowering to plant a wet kiss to your cheek. “You don’t know how pretty you look like this, [Name].”

The warmth from both his actions and words were burning you up, your eyes shutting and not daring to look at him as a soft whine escaped you. You heard the man chuckle at you, feeling his hand gently squeeze your thigh.

“So shy..” Satoru teased, hand lowering to glide his fingers up and down your messy slit, paying extra attention to your bud with each pass. His eyes lowered as he spotted your legs widening, smile deepening in response. “You want more, huh? You want my mouth on this pretty pussy again, don’t you?”

The vulgar language had you whining, hips rising as soft pleas escaped you. This was enough for the man; slinking back to his previous position all while pushing at your thigh again.

His tongue moved up and down, side to side; reaching places that erupted feeling after feeling within you. Your mouth became raw from how loud you were becoming, arousal pooling under you as your grip never loosened on his hair.

Satoru’s breathing was heavy against you, tongue lowering to your hole and slowly pushing in; fucking you with the slimy appendage while working circles into your bud with his fingers. Despite these expert actions his eyes never left your face, feeling his cock strain within the confinements of his clothes.

Everything about you was addictive at this point. The moans you tried to cover, the way you absolutely refused to look at him, hell; even the twitches of your legs when the pleasure became too much. Satoru could only focus on you and nothing else. Especially not some dumb book that couldn’t make you feel half as good as he was right now.

Satoru’s tongue rose to allow his long digits to push into your awaiting entrance. The man hissed as your velvety walls clamped around them, using his thumb to circle your clit while he rose. “Can barely move my fingers, princess— you have to relax for me.”

You slowly nodded, a subtle pout forming as your hips rose. “‘M trying Satoru..” You huffed softly, eyes threatening to close as you felt his fingers pull back before pushing back in slowly. The pressure and pain dissipated the more you settled into the couch, pleasure even forming the moment his fingers curled. A moan escaped you shortly after, watching his grin widen.

“Good girl, that’s it..” He spoke sweetly. Yet his eyebrows furrowed the moment you closed your eyes, hand rising from your thigh take your cheeks in his hand— turning you forward again. “Mm.. don’t do that, lemme see you. Don’t look away.”

With how easily he was ruining you with his fingers, the task was difficult— but you obeyed; hands falling to his shoulders to hold tightly.

Your hips shook, rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers as a continuous honeyed melody fell from your swollen lips. Praises escaped the man above you as he felt your walls pulse rapidly, his thrusts increasing the moment your moans began to pitch.

“Fuck..! Satoru, I’m close!”

Your whimpers went unheeded, his pace quickening as he leaned down to press his lips against your neck. Your hips rose in the air for the last time as a prolonged moan escaped you, making a mess all over his hand.

This time Satoru pulled his hand away, allowing you to regain your breath while kissing your skin. Your grip loosened upon his body, eyelids falling shut as your pants slowed carefully.

A silence carried in the room until Satoru leaned down, resting his forehead against your own as he spoke;

“Do you know the difference now, [Name]?”

Regaining your breath, your hand rose to smooth across his neat undercut.

“Yeah, yeah I do..”

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selfishdoll · 6 months

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❛you wanted this, right?...❜ ━━ ft. ghostface! gojo & geto

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 SUMMARY. ━━ after disclosing a fantasy you had, your beloved boyfriends decided to make it happen. them in masks, you the victim, and you all inside a big mansion they rented out. an unfair game of cats and mouse seemed delightful, no?

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 NOTE. ━━ this took much longer then i wanted & went on much longer then i wanted 😭🙏🏾. as always please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

the anticipation swelling inside you was almost nauseating. your pretty manicured fingers digging into the little pleated skirt you wore. everything you wore was little; little white top, little denim skirt, and little pink thong. why? easy access.

you waited so impatiently for the car to stop, eyes peering between the seat and your phone, feeling your panties wetten as your thoughts swarmed with the events bound to transpire soon. to think your beloved boyfriends would actually make a disgusting fantasy of yours come true.

not without a little teasing of course.

“us, in ghostface masks?” gojo asked with a little grin, coming close to you. “you want us to chase and fuck you, huh?”

“and you’re letting us use knives, right?” geto asked next, a simper pulling his features. his eyes ran down your form, feeling excitement brew inside him.

it didn’t take much coaxing, given they were as freaky as you were. you three decided on a nice gothic mansion, four-story, furnished with several rooms. several hiding places.

whether for you or them.

next were the rules, establishing a perfect plan so everyone was comfortable. the knives used were only sharp enough for thin fabric, you had a word to say incase you got too scared, and also; you had an objective.

you would start at the top floor, your goal to get outside the house through the front. along the way however, your lovely boyfriends will be obstacles. but.. if you could guess correctly who was under the mask whilst they played with you, you were allowed to run and they had to stay put.

easy right? you think so. despite the fact one missup, and you lost. you had to be careful, calculated. sure of your decision before it exited your lips.

“miss, is this your stop?”

you quickly blinked out of your inappropriate thoughts, turning back and forth. you were sure this was the right place, an exact replica to what you saw online. with a sweet smile you thanked the uber driver, exiting the car and collecting your things; your phone and a flashlight. you didn’t need anything else.

shutting the door behind you, you headed up the grand walkway of the mansion; glancing at the pretty windows and rose shrubs standing tall outside. it was beautiful really, you wondered what it was used for before your perverted adventures.

grasping the door, which was unlocked, you entered the mansion and stepped into the dark foyer. you licked your lips nervously, shutting the door behind you. you quickly texted your lovers you were inside the house, knowing they were on the way.

satoru <3

we’re three mins away, sweetheart.

suguru <3

hurry up & find a hiding place, you don’t get a grace period.

you didn’t need to be told twice, flicking your flashlight on and rushing towards the stairs. you bounced with each step, ignoring the slight pain as you continued up them. you made it to the second floor when you heard the front door slam open and close, fear running through your body as you dashed across the hall to the next set of stairs, making it to the fourth floor.

your whipped around back and forth, searching for a perfect spot to wait out the next five mins. those were the intervals you were allowed to wait in one room, before you were expected to move. your eyes quickly settled on one second to the one at the end of the hall, rushing over and opening and closing the door.

you gripped your arms close, regaining your breath and sinking against the wall. you tried to calm down, tried to hear what was going on outside. had they made it to the fourth floor yet? maybe. but even so, you couldn’t hear a damned thing.

the ringing of your phone caused you to gasp, quickly pulling it from your chest to glance down at the bright unknown number, glaring at you. you hissed, accepting the call and placing it against your ear, whilst standing from your spot against the wall.

it was about three mins. you needed to find somewhere else to hide.

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you rolled your eyes, a little grin covering your face. “you’re so corny, baby.” you murmured, slowly opening the door and peeking out with your flashlight. luckily you didn’t see their large forms, allowing you to step out into the hall.

“you want the ghostface masks, you get the ghostface treatment, princess.”

“mhm. you’re only trying to get me to talk so you can find me.” you hummed, continuing down the hall to the next room, opening and shutting the door behind you.

the man released a soft cackle, his breath fanning against the receiver of the phone. “oh no, i’m not doing that. i already know where you are.”

you blinked a bit, whipping around in time to spot a large form burst out of the closet and head towards you. a delighted, yet fearful shriek escaped you as strong arms locked around your body. his gloved hand pressed against your mouth, bringing you against his form.

“too bad, we just started and i already caught you.” ghostface snickered against your ear, plastic mask rubbing against your hot skin. his hand dragged down, the warm fabric tracing your skin. “what should i do first? should i cut these useless clothes off? maybe i’ll wait for the other ghostface to get here.. end this game quickly—“

“satoru!” you shouted out, hearing the man click his tongue a bit. the strong arms released you, a triumphant giggle escaping you as you rushed out of the room without even looking back. you ran down the hall, ignoring the other rooms and heading down the stairs.

you didn’t know where geto was, and you didn’t care; you were making far too much noise for the man to ignore. you quickly entered a room, pulling the door open and shutting it behind you. your eyes peered around, regret entering you quickly.

it was a simple room, no closet, no bathroom— nothing. your only hiding spot.. was under the bed. so fucking cliche.

with some effort you got to your knees, sliding your self under the bed with even more effort. you pushed up, assuring your legs weren’t stick out like all those stupid movies and waited. you had five mins, only five and then you’d have to figure out where to go next.

getting yourself from under this bed was bound to take some time, so you planned to exit a little early.

that was until, you heard them. heavy footsteps, pressing against the floor from outside the room. you quickly slammed a hand against your mouth to cover the small whimper, shaking as you watched the door push open. the person entered, black boots coming into view as he shut the door behind him.

they stood motionless for a moment, your eyes closing as you tried to relax your racing heart. hopefully, hopefully they thought you were too smart to slide under the bed. that they would exit the room and maybe go to the next one.

your heart rung in your ears, palm squished against your mouth to cover your small pants. that was until, a strong hand curled around your bare ankle. you screeched as you were dragged out from under the bed, being flipped onto your back, right on the cold wood floor.

you whined a bit as you felt the cold steel glide across your thighs, rising to pull at your thin thong string. “under the bed? really?..” the man purred above you, raspy voice slightly muffled from the mask he wore. you whimpered as your panties were cut off, revealing your soft, wet cunt.

you attempted to shut your legs, only for ghostface to be much faster; blade rising to press against your neck. you knew it wasn’t sharp enough to cut, yet, the thought alone had you keening— arousal dripping down to your ass.

the man hummed a little, fingers tapping on the handle of the knife whilst his other hand traced your thigh, slapping the inside of it. a high pitched moan escaped you, eyes pinched closed as his gloved hand soothed the skin.

“such a minx, begging for us to fuck you in masks. bet all that running around and hiding got you so wet, huh—?” his own question was answered the moment his fingers glided across your slit, slick collected on his gloved hands. ghostface swore softly, two fingers pushing into your entrance with no restraint. he wasted no time in curling them, pushing against your velvety walls all while the knife remained against your throat.

your eyes found the back of your skull, nearly forgetting your goal. you were supposed to be guessing who this was, currently ruining you so easily with his fingers. thumb pressing against your hardened clit, circling it slowly. your sweet moans covered the room, thighs squeezing his strong forearm as little tears threatened to spill.

ghostface leaned closer, his pace quickening. “oh, gonna come already baby? you know what that means.. means we’ll win.” soft squelches covered the room, hissing at the way your gummy walls clenched around his digits. “come on, come on— guess pretty girl, guess—“

your mind raced as he coaxed you, struggling to keep your orgasm at bay. you knew if you got it wrong, you lost. if you came, you lost. you wanted, needed the game to go on just a while longer. a harsh whine escaped you, “suguru!” you finally huffed out, feeling his fingers instantly stop inside you.

“good girl.. though, i doubt you have much left in you to run.” he spoke, a clear smirk on his features despite you couldn’t see.

the man even helped you up, you rushing out the room the moment you were on your feet. suguru was slightly right, given how much you wobbled about; legs shaking as you carried yourself down the end of the hallway.

you didn’t want to get to the next floor yet, fearful gojo was waiting on you. it was so frustrating how well they worked together sometimes.

you opened the door, closing it behind you with a soft sigh. your head rested against the cool mahogany wood, heart racing as a little giggle escaped you. to think you were having so much fun being used as prey for your boyfriends. you were a sick freak, really.

you clicked your phone, glancing down at the time. four more minutes, and you’d have to move. though as excited as you were, you did find this little rest enjoyable. they weren’t going easy on you, keeping you on your toes at all times.

a soft breath escaped you as you rose from leaning against the door. clasping the knob, you turned it, opening slowly— revealing the man standing right behind it.

you screamed as he lunged forward, snatching you out of the room and closing the door. once done you were pressed right back against the wood, squeezed between it and his large form.

“you’re so easy to track, princess— gotta be a bit quieter..” ghostface teased, snaking a hand under your thin shirt to grasp your breasts. he tweaked your hard nipple between his thumb and middle finger, enjoying the pretty moans that escaped your throat. “look at that.. leaking all over this pretty mansion. such a mess.”

you cried out as his palm smacked against your bare ass, keening once his fingers plunged inside you. your legs shook, arched perfectly against the door as his hand move; flexing and scissoring his thick, long digits in and out of your messy cunt. a string of moans escaped your throat, his hand releasing your chest to glide up to your neck, holding it gently.

“fuck.. sucking my damn fingers, so much.” he mused, masked face focused on your pretty pussy. your walls clamped down, desperately trying to keep them inside with each thrust he delivered. ghostface could feel himself growing harder and harder under his slacks, having half a mind to end the game right then and there.

“messy fucking pussy.. go ahead and come, pretty girl. you want to don’t you?— so greedy for our dicks, bet you can’t wait for the game to end.”

you furiously shook your head, eyes pinched as you clenched and clenched; struggling to hold back your orgasm. with the way he was fingerfucking you, you were sure the restraint would dissipate quickly, racking your mind. satoru or suguru? satoru or suguru? satoru or suguru?

“fu—fuck, satoru!” you cried out just when your peak nearly hit, hearing the man swear but release you. you breathed heavily, feeling him step away to give you space.

“tired, baby?” satoru said in a mocking coo, watching in delight as you lifted your body off the door.

without think you flashed your boyfriend the finger, collecting the scraps of your dignity and rushing down the hall and down the steps. you didn’t know if you could last much longer— no there was no way you could.

you felt way too damn good to even distinguish between the two anymore, mind melting away as they fucked you to ecstasy with just their fingers. you hated them so much, for how easily they played with your body.

you made it to the second to last floor, tempted to just take the final stretch, but deciding not to. you turned towards a door, rushing to open it and close it behind you. a bathroom. perfect.

no where to hide but the damn tub.

with a little grimace you pulled the shower curtains back, happy to not see one of your cloaked and masked boyfriends waiting patiently for you. you stepped inside, pulling the curtains closed once you were done. you leaned back against the white tiles, sighing softly as you closed your eyes.

these little moments of peace was so bittersweet, knowing they were short lived. your lovers were much faster then you, you were sure they were on this floor already.. waiting and searching.

you glanced down at your phone, a little surprised either of them hadn’t tried to call you again. it nearly made you giggle if it wasn’t for the heavy footsteps you heard passing by the bathroom. you hissed softly, quickly covering your mouth and pressing against the wall.

your heart beat harshly, hearing doors open, footsteps, doors slam shut, and more footsteps. you didn’t know if it was only one of them on the floor or both, unfortunately.

as the footsteps closed in on outside your door, your heart rate increased; ringing in your ears and nearly whimpering the moment the door opened slowly.

whoever it was stepped into the small space, standing and looking around. the only thing between the two of you being the decorative shower curtains.

more agonizing moments passed before you heard a soft sigh, hearing a footstep towards the door and it opening and shutting shortly after. your hand slowly fell, feeling your lips curl into a little smile.

so silly, you thought to yourself, fingers curling around the curtain. they didn’t even check the tu—

“your hiding places suck, pretty girl.” ghostface chuckled, snatching you out of the tub right as you gave a fearful yelp. the man easily turned your positions, pushing you to lean against the sink, pressed up behind you. a hand came to curl in your pretty dark braids, grabbing a handful and lifting your head.

the moment your eyes landed on your face in the mirror you glanced away, whining as you felt his other fingers gently pinch your clit. “no, no.. no looking away. watch yourself as i fuck you with my fingers, sweetheart.” three fingers easily slid inside your sweet cunt, instantly clamping around the digits.

you reached back, hand gripping his wrist as he fingerfucked you, the other hand steady in your scalp. you watched as your lips parted, moans escaping and eyebrows pushing together; all while your masked boyfriend stood behind you, arm moving with each thrust he gave you.

it was such a sight, making you even wetter by the second, arousal dripping down your thighs. you whimpered as his fingers curled, legs shaking as heavy pants escaped you.

“oh, is this the last round?” the man behind the mask mocked, feeling your pretty walls clench and clench. “you had such big talk, claiming you would get out before we caught you.. was that all it was— talk?” he angled his fingers, pushing against the spot inside you that caused stars to collect in your vision.

“mmm— fuck, fuck!” you cried out, nails digging into his wrist as your head leaned against the mirror. “it— its ah— suguru!” you felt triumphant the moment his fingers were removed, gently letting go of your hair.

before you could think you were rushing out of the bathroom, chubby thighs carrying you down the stairs to the final floor. you gasped out, looking back and forth, and feeling your blood run cold the moment you spotted a large form standing at the entrance of the mansion, waiting ever so patiently.

you moved to run, making it about two feet away before your were snatched from the ground, arms tight around your waist. you huffed softly, kicking for a moment as a sharp, “satoru!” escaped you.

instead of being released, you heard soft chuckles. your eyebrows pinched close, attempting to move away. “don’t cheat, satoru!”

“oh, i’m not satoru, princess.”

your eyes went wide, whipping around to watch the man tug his mask off. and much to your dismay, suguru stood in all his glory, eyes gleaming with excitement as he took in your withering form. “looks like you lost..” his tone was sing-songy, tossing the mask to the side.

“but.. but i thought i w—“

“won?” another voice cut in, watching as the other ghostface; satoru walked down the steps, approaching the two of you. he was close within minutes, sandwiching you between himself and suguru. “no.. you guessed wrong in the bathroom. i just felt so bad about you losing, i let you slip away.” his gloved fingers found your cheeks, a sick simper covering his features.

your breath hitched as you felt strong hands grip your thinly covered body, suguru’s face falling to your neck. “means we get our reward, right?”

you whined in defeat as they snatched you away from the foyer, carrying you towards a room— a bedroom. placing you on the bed, suguru moved first, pushing you to lay out across the blankets. revealing his knife, the man slid it up your simple white shirt, cutting it open and revealing your bare chest.

the cold air licked against your skin, feeling the bed sink in as satoru crawled on; face lowering to your chest. his lips clamped around your hard nipple, sucking and gently biting it. your fingers found his brightly colored hair, the pleasure covering your sensitive body.

you gasped as the cool metal carried down from the valley between your breasts, to your stomach, and finally your skirt. geto, effortlessly, slid the sharp point under the fabric, cutting it off.

“suguru!” you huffed, watching him toss the ruined garment to the side, knife following. said man only grinned, hand finding the inside of your thigh.

“don’t worry.. i’ll buy another one for next time.”

you weren’t given much time to dwell on his words before his fingers glided across your slit, the man watching in enjoyment at you flincing from the simple touch. “practically drooling, pretty girl.. fuck.” he drawled, fingers collected your slick, rubbing it further across your slit.

you clenched onto your boyfriends, head rested back against the blankets as whimpers escaped you. “please, please..”

satoru popped off your nipple with a small chuckle, fingers replacing to tweak at the wet bud. “mhm.. you can wait, right baby? had us waiting for so long, playing your little game. it’s only fair.”

you whined once again, causing another chuckle to escape your lovers. whilst satoru grabbed your chin and captured your lips, suguru’s fingers pushed inside you, wasting no time in curling and fucking you. they no longer had to hold back to give you a chance to run, you were stranded, right where they wanted you.

your fingers clung to satoru, all while your hips moved, angling to glide your swollen clit against suguru’s palm. you cried at as he curled the digits up against your sweet spot, angling just perfect to continuously thrust there. given how much you were holding back this evening, it was no surprise your end was approaching quickly; eyes closed shut as gasps and moans entered satoru’s mouth.

he pulled away, fingers rising to your cheeks to grip, taking in your expression with a soft swear. “so fucking close aren’t you baby? making such a mess on suguru’s fingers— greedy slut.”

“hah— did you seriously clench from that, (y/n)?” suguru’s words came next, your mind flooded with pleasure and far too fucked out to acknowledge their teasing. your thighs shook, trapping the dark-haired man’s forearm between them as you fisted satoru’s hair.

a drawn out moan escaped you, creaming all over his hand, arousal dribbling all the way down to your taint and the sheets.

the praises that fell from their lips caused your head to feel light, barely registering suguru removing his fingers. you regained your breath, sitting up when you realized the two had stepped off the bed.

you watched in excitement as they fiddled with their slacks, pushing them off with their boxers soon following. your thighs twitched, little hole clenching around nothing as anticipation collected in your tummy.

suguru moved close, gently grabbing your cheeks and leading you onto your knees on the bed. satoru moved behind you, pushing you into a little arch, hands massaging your ass.

you whined as his thumb pushed into your mouth, laying on the flat of your tongue. suguru watched as your lips wrapped around the digit, sucking it slowly. he didn’t let it go on for long before he was pulling it out with a soft pop, smearing your saliva across your pretty lips. “think you could put that pretty mouth to good use, princess?” he grinned, moving close and pressing the tip of his cock against your lips.

you attempted to wrap your lips around it, only for the man to pull back, hand falling to your chin. “so fucking greedy..” suguru hissed, instructing you to poke out your tongue. you obeyed easily, whining the moment you felt satoru’s hands large hands grip your ass, nearly turning to look back if it wasn’t for suguru’s hold tightening.

“nuh uh— eyes on me, beautiful. you don’t get to see satoru right now.” he groaned, slapping his tip against your waiting muscle. the soft plaps echoed in the room, all while you felt satoru’s fluffy hair glide across the curve of your ass.

at the same time satoru’s lick tongue slid into your entrance and suguru thrusted into your mouth.

you moaned around his length, eyes rolling back as satoru wasted no time in feasting away. hands gripping you tightly, keeping you arched right there as his tongue dragging across your walls, lapping and enjoying each drop that came from you.

your attention kept being knocked back and forth; suguru dragging his hips back as his hand found your hair, slowly, carefully setting a pace inside your wet mouth. your cheeks hollowed, glossy eyes peering up at the man as he fucked your mouth. suguru groaned at the sight, swearing as his pace quickened, pulling you flush so your nose brushed his stomach.

within minutes his tip was hitting the back of your throat, heavy, full balls slapping against your chin. you could only shake and take it, gripping the sheets under you all while satoru’s tongue never stopped inside you.

licking you up, mixing your arousal and his saliva, only to pull back and spit it right back against your messy pussy in a soft ptuh. slurping it all up, dragging his tongue between your folds.

“wanted this so bad didn’t you, (y/n)? you wanted us to win, to fuck you just like this.” suguru huffed, stuttering between each thrust inside your throat.

you squealed as a large hand slammed against your ass, fingers massaging the raw skin. “he asked you a question, princess— or is your mouth too full to respond?” satoru cackled right into your pussy, hand slithering to your entrance to push two fingers inside, all while he licked your clit raw.

you moaned around suguru’s cock, the man’s eyes rolling back from the vibrations, twitching as his peak got closer and closer. your jaw hurt, center was sore, and your palms ached from how much you were gripping the sheets. but you didn’t care— not one bit.

suguru delivered a few more thrusts into your mouth before his hips stuttered, coming deep in your throat. you moaned around him, your own orgasm peaking— making a mess on satoru’s face.

the man infront of you panted softly, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and slowly pulling out; pressing the tip against your lips. your licked off the rest of his come, swallowing to which a soft good girl, escaped him, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss.

your lips moved slowly, feeling satoru leave the bed and soon you; being lifted easily by the two of them. like before they sandwiched you between them, your legs wrapping around suguru whilst satoru held your thighs.

pulling back from the kiss you tried to regain your breath, the action short lived as satoru planted his lips onto your own; stealing it right back away. your gripped suguru’s shoulders tightly, whining as you felt satoru slowly pushing his heavy length inside.

the man pulled back to grunt, fingers sinking into your plush skin as he continued to thrust in. “look at that, sucking me in so easily.” satoru teased, the pair chuckling at the whine that escaped you.

he was halfway before suguru came even closer, grasping the back of your knees and slowly, pushing in— right in the same hole. your head knocked back against satoru’s shoulder, lips parted as a silent cry escaped you.

you felt like you were being split open, arousal gushing and coating their lengths as they pushed inside you. you whimpered, never growing used to this stretch no matter how wet you were. “fuck.. oh fuck, suguru, satoru—!”

“i know, baby, i know..”

“splitting so pretty for us, sweetheart— taking us so well.”

their praises made your head feel light, finally breathing the moment their hips stilled. as desperate as they were to move they waited, knowing you were tired and possibly sore. suguru rubbed your legs carefully whilst satoru kissed the side of your face, whispering sweet words into your ear.

moments passed before your breathing settled, the men taking this as a signal to pull their hips back until only their tips were inside. with a harsh thrust, the three of you were moaning— the two men wasting no time in setting out a pace.

one that worked in rhythm, cocks driving in you and out of you at perfect tandem without a care for your well-being. your high pitched moans covered the room, gripping to your boyfriends tight as your legs shook.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, tears trickling down your brown cheeks, feeling yourself gush all over their lengths. unfortunately they didn’t let up, fucking you through your orgasm— ignoring your desperate pleas to slow down.

suguru leaned close, lips attaching to your neck as his fingers dug into your skin. “you really think we’re gonna slow down after waiting for so long, princess?” he questioned with a simper, teeth sinking into your skin just to hear you cry out.

satoru grinned, hand rising to gently wrap around your throat, the vibrations of your voice pressed against his fingers. his cheek brushed your own wet one, softly mocking your moans as his hips never stopped their harsh thrusts. “you don’t want us to slow down any, do you? such a fucking mess..”

you reached up, clinging to his wrist as each drive in and out of your messy cunt rendered your brain to mush; ruining you. your words became incoherent, fingers curling with your thighs wrapped tight around suguru. the pair enjoyed it all, each twitch, cry, moan— the way those pretty fucking eyes rolled to the back of your skull; it was no surprise their own orgasms were creeping up on them, fast.

“feel so fucking good, sweetheart.. so fucking good, keep making a mess of us.”

“gonna come again aren’t you? yeah, we can tell— clenching so damn tight— fuck..”

throat raw, breath ragged, and your voice pitched; you shrieked as your orgasm hit you like a truck, spraying all over their cocks.

their eyes widened at this, gaze locking and making a mental note to somehow get you to squirt again. for now their thrusts stuttered, becoming sloppy and desperate as their cocks twitched inside.

suguru was first, shoving himself deep and pumping you full of his come— satoru following shortly after with a deep groan.

the three of you simply panted, standing in the middle of the room for a moment before leading you towards the bed; where you laid down in a messy heap.

you whimpered as they pulled out of you, feeling their combined releases trickling from your entrance and to the bed. you warmed however the moment their hands caressed your body, kissing where they previously gripped, spanked, or bit.

“i should have asked for this a long time ago.” you murmured sleepily, hearing your lovers chuckle softly.

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potofstewie · 4 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐲

Summary: Leaving a consistent and predictable cycle of motion is oftentimes hard for one to do, even if the cycle in question brings forth harm to that person. However, the addiction and comfort of knowing what will happen next is what compels them to stay despite the harm.

Notices: NSFW, fuckbuddies/situationship, AFAB!Reader, doggy, petnames (daddy, baby), cervix bruising, gojo is dissociated for a little bit, pining, porn with plot, depiction of emotional abuse, toxic!reader, smoking

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

W/C: 1.8k

A/N: This is my first fic for Gojo and I'm not really into JJK like that so I hope my interpretation of him does him well. This came about due to the song "If you think I'm Pretty" by Artemas. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇx

The pads of Satoru’s fingers dug into the plushness of your hips as he plunged feverishly into your cunt, your walls squeezing with every pullback. Despite him not seeing your face and only viewing your back and your ricocheting ass, Satoru deemed you to be absolutely beautiful. From your dark areolas to the long indent from your spine, all of it was amazing to him. But, despite all that, Satoru couldn’t really focus on the scene before him. It was obvious that he wasn’t his usual self as his mouth didn’t utter a single word of praise nor did his throat rumble out a satisfied groan that night. Instead, he was completely silent in his task of giving you pleasure and being done with the entire ordeal. His warmed ears drowned out the sounds of sticky skin slapping, your moans, the creaking of his bed, and the squelching of your pussy. You were in absolute bliss. He was ruminating.

“F-faster daddy, faster..” You whined breathlessly into the warm air of the room. Obeying your whiny command, Satoru sped up and even went deeper, his tip brushing against your cervix with every thrust. Satoru’s glossed-over eyes gazed at your cream that coated his dick and pelvis. Usually, he liked witnessing the sticky evidence that you loved what he was doing to your needy pussy, but now all he could do was give it an empty stare. Your grip on his sheets tightened as you felt your second orgasm of the night fast approaching, your eyes screwed shut as you whined out some more. “I’m so- I’m so- so close..” You struggled to announce, every thrust knocking the air from your throat and making you retry with your words.

“I know, baby, just cum for me..” Satoru mumbled, rubbing the pads of his fingers over your clit to help you out. After a few more rough thrusts into your battered pussy, you released a choked gasp, shockwaves coursing through your veins. Satoru stopped thrusting, allowing you to squirm on his dick as you rode out your orgasm with staggered moans. Softly sighing, he pulled out carefully, eyes traveling from your panting frame to the mess you left on his dick.

With a satisfied hum, you began to sink into the disheveled sheets, lowering your now sore hips onto the bed as he stood in place at the foot of the bed. To the untrained eye, Satoru’s façade was blank, still as the surface of a pond. However, his mind was anything but, regardless, he couldn’t allow you to see him like that. So, with a simple and soft smirk, Satoru crawled next to you and laid on his back, a hand behind his head and one on your back as you rested your head onto his chest.

For a short spell of tranquil silence, you both laid there gathering your energy. The tips of his slender fingers glided on your back gently and gave you ticklish shocks as he stared up at his ceiling, slightly furrowing his brows in contemplation. This was the fourth time that you had knocked on his door with the premise of wanting to give your heart to him, only for the night to end up in his bed and the morning starting with you gone. Every time, you had stated that you were ready to share your love with him. That you wanted to be more than two friends that would retreat into each other's bodies to satiate hunger and lust; that you instead wanted to be lovers that would lick each other's star-dotted wounds for eternity bound and more.

That’s what you’ve always told him to make it easier to come in. Make it easier to slip off your shoes at his door, easier to undress yourself and have him lick upon your body in the dead of night. Easier to pleasure each other. It seemed as if you had finally caught on to his hidden feelings for you and knew all the right things to say for him to let you in despite his better judgment.

Saying those honey-coated words, those sickly sweet “I need you ‘Toru”s that made the man’s snow-favored lashes quiver in thinly veiled anticipation for your unattainable love. He wanted your soft gaze reserved for a lover, your wishes that you made to the endless night sky, your warmth.

“I'm surprised.”

“Huh?”

“I said I’m surprised. It usually takes more than two rounds to tire you out.” You clarified, mischief laced in your voice. Clearing his throat, Satoru morphed his mouth into that of a faux smirk.

“Yeah well, I’m just a bit tired tonight that’s all.” He softly responded, his words receiving a scoff from you.

“You last even longer when you’re tired.” Remaining silent for a few seconds, Satoru internally took a deep breath for the conversation that would take place.

“Y’know, Y/n.” He started, a sense of false ease and nonchalance ladened in his voice. Humming in response, you couldn’t help but smile a little. You were content. He was taking the leap. “How…How ‘bout we make this official, huh? You said it yourself, nobody fucks you as good as I do. Plus, you said that I’m the only guy that treats you as you should.” He finished, referencing the bait you used on him earlier that night to get what you came for. Silence. That was the initial response that you gave to his proposal of a new dynamic. A change in your relationship. An option you weren’t keen on accepting anytime soon. Humming once more, you ran your hand in slow circles on his stomach, acrylic nails going over the dips and bumps of his muscles.

“Mm, c’mon, ‘Toru. You know how I feel about you...One day, but not right now, m’kay?” You reassured him slowly, your empty words dripping in false sweetness.

Liar.

“Yeah..okay.” He sighed, still keeping his smirk on his face, his blue eyes watching you slowly sit up; your body lazily straddling him which he accepted with his hands on your hips.

“One more round f’me, I wanna feel you..” You purred. That was more than enough for him to get hard again, ready for an embrace that would engulf Satoru with a feeling of cold distance rather than shared warmth. But it was an embrace that despite the pain, he just couldn’t let go.

ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

That was a week ago and neither of you have spoken to each other since until today. Satoru clicked his lighter a few times to light his first blunt of the day, taking a forlorn drag from it. Sighing heavily and releasing the smoke into the air of his dead apartment, he leaned back on his couch as he reflected on his ties with you. He truly didn’t know what to do about you; he really did feel for you in a way he hadn’t felt before. Satoru enjoyed looking at you with eyes so filled to the brim with admiration and joy. He enjoyed it whenever you gave him tiny, minuscule crumbs of your love in the form of hugs and cheek kisses; each action being held with such reverence in his heart.

As the winter sunbeams poured into his abode, his eyes drifted towards his dimly lit phone, the screen just barely showcasing him a text you sent minutes prior.

‘it’s so cold today n i miss youuu. i don’t have anything to do today n i wanna chill’

He still hadn’t responded, and quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want this to keep going any longer. He wanted to put his foot down, break the whole ordeal off, and go about your separate ways. He wanted to listen to the advice that his friends gave him; to start anew, to find someone who actually wanted him around for more than just physical intimacy. He wanted to be set free from you; yet at the same time, he just wanted you to give him more than a couple hours of pleasure.

He wanted your unattainable love, but did you even want his love? Did you want to know all of his dreams and secrets? To view his scars, to cherish him? Would you hold him if his nightmares became too much? Would you want him by your side and you by his?

Did you even see him as your equal?

That question sent a dull, painful shock to Satoru’s chest as he wallowed even more into his thoughts, ignoring a chime from his phone. What did you see him as? To your mind, was he only a toy robot that followed the command of its master? Was he no longer deemed a friend by you and only an acquaintance who had the privilege of seeing you naked? Did you even like him enough to consider a friendship in the first place?

Sighing and taking another puff from his blunt, Satoru snapped himself away from his thoughts as he read over the new message that you sent.

‘im down the hall n i brought some shit from the corner store. i can’t wait to see you baby’

He could practically hear your singsong voice through the screen. Maybe, this time he would finally express his thoughts, the very thoughts that kept him awake. And hopefully, you would actually be willing to listen and help him decide between his two options. To help decide between letting you go and finally freeing himself from this tormenting cycle, or to stay by your side, forever kneeling at your feet.

With a few soft knocks from his door, Satoru got up from his couch and made his way to the only barrier separating him from eternal longing and heartbreak. If he kept the door closed and simply told you to go away, then maybe, Satoru would be okay. He could always adopt that cat he’s always thought about, a dream you’d often shoot down because you thought dogs would be better. Maybe he could seek pleasure from different women, something he stayed away from because he was content and happy with only you.

But if he opened up the door, he could always have the opportunity to be in your presence, to feel your warm hands glide along his skin. To hear your coos and moans of pleasure, to hear your laugh anytime he told a joke. He could keep this up for a little while longer, to revel some more in your divinity.

With another knock on the door, Gojo Satoru finally made up his mind with another pull from his blunt.

“Oh, ‘Toru, I missed you~ Mm, I love you, y’know that right? ‘Toru?”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2024

"An artist's duty is to reflect the times" ~ Nina Simone

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dumbdemonslayertexts · 3 months

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POV: you're gojo's black gf, and he's finding out you're scary the first time you sleep over when he ends up popped in his face after you stir awake in the middle of the night. (bc infinity is always off with his baby)

Gojo: 💎👄💎

You: ....?? ‼️‼️ WHAT THE F- (👊🏽👊🏾👊🏿💥)

Gojo: GRHRNFF! AAH ! baby, what the shit!

You: NIGGA ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND?! WHO ARE YOU STARING AT!!?

Gojo: (prolly cracking up by how) WH?! you were cute and asleep! what, can i not look at you now?! Damn!

You: NO, NIGGA! YOU LOOK CRAZY!

Gojo: (still dying laughing) ma, my nose is bleeding ! you cracked me straight in the damn face, like-!

You: then quit looking like a motherfuckin demon, goodnight !

Gojo: (going to the bathroom for a rag) yeah, okay. I made you cum 5 times tonight remember that-!

You: don't nobody give a damn ! ...looking like one of them bubblegum eyeball spongebob popsicles, boy if you don't take your ass on..!

Gojo: pfftFTFTT- looking like WHAT?!

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dejwrld · 1 year

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— face sitting, oral, fem reader receiving, mdni | satoru gojo

His lips tasted like strawberry mochi and expensive champagne. With the taste of the sweet treat stinging your tongue after making out with him, you couldn’t help but moan in desperation. Your hips bucked into the friction of his hand that was massaging you through the thin pajama shorts that left little to imagine. You didn’t know what had gotten into you. You felt like your hormones were raging through the roof. Think of it like a cartoon character who had an imaginary anger meter next to their head that went up anything they were pissed off. But instead of an anger meter, it was a meter that expressed your frustration. Your sexual frustrations.

You’ve hated to admit that you missed him. You’ve missed him a lot. Would you admit that? Hell no. That would only cause his ego to grow bigger than the third leg between his toned thighs. But it wasn’t a secret that your body was reacting that way because of it. If you couldn’t verbally admit that you missed the white-haired male on top of you, your body could. You could feel panties growing damp in a poor attempt to not give that much power over you. But gosh you couldn’t help it.

Gojo Satoru was a good kisser. A stellar one actually. When he kissed you, it took your breath away and had you craving more. Depending on your mood, you’ll even feel a pulse in your pussy if he kissed you hard enough and added tongue.

His large hands cup your pussy as if it was meant to be there. His slender fingers teasingly pressed upon your clothed entrance to cause you to gasp suddenly so he could slither his tongue in your mouth. The lewd sound of making out bounces off your room walls just as Gojo’s fingers trace alongside the waistband of your shorts. His fingers attempt to climb inside them until your hand abruptly stops him.

“Wait,” You say after pulling back from the kiss. Your lips felt ten times bigger from kissing. Your brain is fuzzy from craving him. He had that charm on you.

When he looked at you with those crystal blue eyes he made you forget some things. When he pulled you closer to feel the warmth of his body, he made your cheeks radiate heat.

“What’s wrong?” Gojo asks, his lips pecking indiscernible kisses on your cheek and across your jawline.

“I didn’t shave,” Your cheeks heat up instantly as those words roll off your tongue with a quickness.

Your eyes watch his face change expressions before he’s letting out a snicker and gently removing your hand from the grasp around his wrist. His left hand pinned your wrist above your head as you squirmed under his frame. Gojo kisses your lips again before speaking, "I don't fuckin' care about that."

His hand disappears in your shorts without a second thought before toying with the wetness in between your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat and for a second feeling his slender fingers causes you to forget to breathe. The feeling of his fingertips rolling your clit in a circular motion. Teasingly slowing down when he can feel you whimper on his pink-shaded lips and then increasing the movement when your head falls back on the pillow to let out a moan. Your eyes closed briefly and when they opened, he was staring right at you. Not in that smug way that made you roll your eyes—but in a way that you never saw him look at you before. You turn your face away to avoid the look from furthering the sudden increase of body heat.

Gojo chuckles at your action and he leans down to kiss at your now-exposed neck. Nibbles, sucks, kisses—like your neck was some freshly picked fruit and he had just taken the most delicious bite. You felt the sudden swelling on your neck and before you can protest the childish mark upon your neck, you felt the crisp air hit your lower half quickly. Your panties and shorts being taken off expressed that he was so eager for you.

"I want you to do something for me," Gojo's voice comes off as a timid whisper. It reminded you of a lonely virgin so shy to touch their partner.

Your teeth graze across your lower lip looking up at him through your eyelashes, "And that thing is?" You ask.

Gojo's fingers trace alongside the shape of your thigh, his fingertips dancing across the soft brown flesh that was scented of your favorite body butter.

"Sit on my face."

Your eyebrows raise at his demand and you felt like laughing. You weren't sure if he were serious or not because it was Gojo. But when you searched his face and watch the way he let his tongue gloss over his lower lip, you knew he was serious.

"You really want me to sit on your face?" You asked, your hand reaching out to push his white strands of hair out his face.

"I wouldn't bring it up if I didn't, Y/N."

With his statement, you found yourself riding Gojo Satoru's pretty face without care. Your hips rocked forward while you held onto the wooden headboard that was knocking on your cream-colored walls. Your head fell back at the feeling of his wet tongue tracing alongside the entrance of your pussy. Your juices decorated his face as your thighs quivered around his head. In the bliss of the moment, you stopped briefly to halt the pending orgasm that was clawing at the pit of your stomach.

With a mouth full of pussy in a muffled set of words, Gojo's asking, "Why'd you stop?" His lips kiss the inside of your thighs.

Your eyes narrowed down at him. For some reason the way he looked causes you to get turned on even more. The way his white strands of hair fell over his eyes (you have stated multiple times that he needed a haircut). The way his sea-colored eyes stare up at you as if you were the most beautiful person he've seen causes your heartbeat to increase. You couldn't answer his question because you knew that you would say something along the lines of—don't look at me like that, I'll cum.

You went back to riding his face provocatively, hips rolling as if you were whining at the livest carnival in Jamaica. Your hand grasped at the headboard to help sway the motion of your hips and hold yourself up from collapsing due to the intense pleasure. You bit back a moan until you heard Gojo moan as his hands bring you down further on his face. His nose nuzzled at your pubes with each lick and suck until you felt lightheaded. Your eyes blurred with your own tears as you moan out his name.

"Fuck, I'm going to come." You moaned out, your hips row slowly and you stared down at Gojo.

His eyes shift close to indulge in the taste of you being on his tongue. Indulging in the scent of you lingering up his nostrils as if it's a permanent scent that's imprinted in his brain. His nails dig into the soft flesh of your skin clamping you down on his face—trapping you from running around the pending orgasm that had your cotton candy pink pedicured toes curled. Your thighs quivered in anticipation while your orgasm wash over you like a mega wave in the Atlantic Ocean. The heated sensation that rumbled at the pit of your stomach causes you to let out a loud moan. Your thighs trembling so hard that you nearly squashed Gojo's head with them.

It took you by shock that Gojo didn't detach from your clit until you repeatedly cooed out his name as if you were speaking in tongue. When your exhausted body hutches over, you felt Gojo's lips cast over your thighs.

"See, I told you I didn't care about fucking hair down there."

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ayeyolooo · 1 month

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The pink bookbag

saying you were blind would be an understatement! your behind couldn’t see for a thingg. your boyfriend knew that you couldn’t see so he did what any boyfriend would do. he got a bright pink bookbag! no no it wasn’t like any pink bookbag that bookbag was so pink that you could see it from a mile away. he got that bookbag so that you could see him, even though he gets picked on for wearing it, he doesn’t care. as long as his woman could see him that’s the only thing that matters. now i know what you’re saying why not just get glasses? well because you broke them, and they’re really expensive to fix, andddd you don’t like wearing your glasses anyways so he just opted out to be picked on just so that his girlfriend can see him.

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2day, 2morrow, 4ever : party music & too many pauses

gojo satoru x black fem reader genre: college au, angst, second chance romance, exes to lovers warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 3,853

playlist: spotify apple music

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The birds, the flowers, and the leaves on the trees have all returned. Spring came around as a reminder that everything that was once gone always comes back.

And you wish it wasn’t true.

As much as you love the warmer weather and the occasional rainy days, you feel like you're descending into madness. You see him everywhere; while you’re grocery shopping, on the way to work, even when you run to the Family Mart next to your apartment.

And it would be fine if he were actually there.

But, it's never really him. Whenever you “see” him, it’s only things you associate with him and your mind makes up the rest, projecting whatever image you have of him onto some poor unassuming person. You’re sure you’ve frightened a few people with your dead stare or teary eyes.

You’ve avoided going out for the past few days trying to mentally prepare yourself for classes that start soon. Right now you’re sharing a blanket with Shoko on the couch as you watch a movie. Her phone vibrates on the coffee table and she picks it up, reading the notification before turning to you with a sly smile.

“You wanna go to Haruka’s party tomorrow?”

You turn to her with a small excited smile of your own, “Now you know, you never have to ask.”

She falls into your lap dramatically, “Do you know how boring it was without you?”

“I know I’m the light of your life and-”

“I didn’t say all that.”

You push her off your lap and she falls to the floor with a soft thud. Shoko looks at you in disbelief as you step over her and walk to your room, flipping her off in the process.

“Don’t follow me, we aren’t friends anymore.”

She’s right behind you, playing into your joke, “Come on, babe. You know I can’t live without you!”

With every step the sole of your shoes stick to the hardwood floors, the temperature is straddling the line between bearable and uncomfortable, and you narrowly avoid a collision that would end with you covered in someone’s drink.

It’s going to be a good night.

Shoko’s hand is wrapped around your wrist as she leads you through the crowd in search of some harder alcohol. The both of you are insanely good at handling your liquor and the wine coolers you were offered earlier aren’t doing anything for you.

Luckily, you’re able to swipe a bottle of tequila off of one of your old classmates. You and Shoko are going shot for shot until a man with curly hair approaches you with a shy smile. He looks at you briefly, saying a greeting you can barely hear over the music. Then his eyes are glued to your best friend and you realize this is the boy she was telling you about when you were abroad.

“Take her away.” You tell him.

His eyes darted between you and her, “Is that okay?”

There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. Shoko wants to make sure you’ll be fine without her because you were always each other’s first priority.

“You’ll be doing me a favor. I can’t stand this girl.” You smile against your shot glass before downing its contents.

Shoko is glaring at you and you look at her innocently. You know she won’t leave you alone unless you push her to, and you’ll be damned if she ruins the chance that is being presented to her.

Her focus shifts to the man, “It’s fine, Kazuo. Apparently, I’m no longer wanted.”

They start to walk off and she looks back at you, her face screaming “Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

You give her a reassuring smile and mouth, “Don’t forget protection!” Shoko rolls her eyes at you but you don’t miss the light pink that dusts her cheeks.

You appreciate her concern but you want her to enjoy herself without worrying about you falling apart. You know you’ve been a bit sensitive lately but it’s something you’ve been taking day by day and it doesn’t mean that you’ll shatter into pieces if you’re left unattended.

You make your way to the dancefloor, finding some of your other friends. The music is providing a good escape for your tumultuous heart and mind. A distraction or an opportunity for release is what you desperately need; being on a different continent for six months only works because there’s no chance of running into whatever you’re running away from. But being back in Tokyo is testing your resolve and you don’t know how you’ll survive if you don’t have an outlet.

Your limbs are starting to ache and the heat in the house has officially become uncomfortable. You excuse yourself from your group of friends and make your way to the kitchen, it’s where the A/C is the strongest and you would give up anything to feel the cool air on your exposed skin. After pushing through your fellow drunk college students, you lean against the counter and let out a sigh of relief.

“y/n?”

You turn your head towards the sound, “Naomi?”

She looks a little different from the last time you saw her. Her hair is ginger and she’s swapped her usual goddess braids for locs, she even got the septum piercing you remember her always wanting.

She opens her mouth to say something but is cut off by a deep voice calling her name.

There’s a reason why Shoko is the only one you’ve willingly seen since you’ve come back. Despite the obvious reason, which is living together; if you’re with her you know it’ll only be her. As much as you miss your group of friends, there’s anxiety that looms over you at the thought of hanging out with them and having to be near him, pretending like everything is fine.

But it seems like that might be happening regardless because you see Geto turn the corner in search of his girlfriend and his eyes widen when they see you. He greets you but still doesn’t cross the threshold into the kitchen like he’s trying to keep something out.

Or more accurately, someone.

But it’s too late because you can already see the ends of white hair and hear the voice that rings out,

“Did you find her, Suguru?”

He found her. As Gojo fully makes it into the kitchen, he realizes Suguru found one more person. It seems like everything has been put on pause as the four of you stare at each other, awkwardness settles in the air like humidity and this is exactly what you wanted to avoid.

It’s hard for everyone when a couple that shares the same friends breaks up, especially when the friends aren’t exactly privy to the reason why.

Gojo is trying (and failing) to keep his eyes off you but he can’t, he never can. You catch his stares but you’re more worried about how to fix the situation you’re stuck in. You really want to escape but where does running get you? It seems like you keep ending up in the same position and truth be told: you’re tired.

You take a deep breath, clenching your fists that rest at your sides, and turn towards your ex-boyfriend.

“Can we talk outside?”

He falters a bit, taken aback by your request. What could you possibly want to talk about? And how serious is it that it requires privacy?

Another few seconds pass before the blue-eyed man coughs out an “Of course.” Geto and Naomi eye the both of you, questions on the tips of their tongues but they keep silent as the two of you walk away, weaving through the dense crowd of people.

Satoru slides open the door to the balcony, letting you through first before closing it behind him. The night has gotten cooler and you feel it all over your exposed skin, you lean against the railing and stare forward, your gaze fixated on the city’s skyline.

“Gojo.”

Ah.

There's no intimacy in that name. He's so used to his given name falling from your lips or other terms of endearment, but this?

This feels so cold.

“I think we should try to at least be friendly? This is the third time we’ve run into each other and I know for sure it won’t be the last. We have the same group of friends and there’s no way we can avoid each other forever and still hang out with them.”

Satoru nods in agreement, he gets what you mean and it wouldn’t be fair to either of you to sacrifice hanging out with your friends because you can’t be within five feet of each other. But, there’s also disappointment that swirls in his chest, he thought there would be more.

That maybe, just maybe you would say the one thing that has been weighing on him ever since he saw you.

“Yeah, I can do that.” His voice comes out much steadier than he thought it would.

You look at him, his face neutral but you can see something brewing under the surface and you wonder if he wants to say something more. You give him a minute, the air between the two of you growing quiet but the thump of the music from inside fills in what would be an awkward silence. When he doesn’t say anything more, you turn around and place your hand on the door handle.

“Imma head back inside.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

You slide the door open and you step back inside, immediately greeted by the warmth of the party once again. The conversation plays in your head like a broken record and you wonder if that was the right decision.

Friendly, huh?

Will that even work? Aren’t your feelings a little too strong, a little too complicated, to be reduced to friendly?

The cherry blossoms have begun to bloom and classes have started. Albeit, there was an understandable amount of shock when you and Gojo acted as if nothing was wrong between the two of you, everyone adjusted quickly enough and the friends you missed when you were abroad, were only a text away again.

The two of you can’t say it has gone completely back to normal; you can tell they try not to leave you alone with each other or even sit next to each other. If the conversation seemed to move towards any topic that involved the two of you, it was quickly steered away. And it’s not like you didn’t appreciate their efforts to make you comfortable, you just wish it wasn’t so obvious.

And there’s the lingering problem, or lingering stare from your ex that you’ve been trying to ignore. It’s like every single time you’re around him, Gojo’s eyes are physically unable to look anywhere else. You’re used to it, he was like that when you were together too; always staring and when you would turn a little shy and question him, his response was always a compliment or “What? I can’t just look at you?”

But now it’s different and the desire to ask him what he’s looking at eats at you. And every time the opportunity arises for you to do so, you don’t take it. There’s fear that the answer that Satoru gives you won’t be one you know how to handle.

The seven of you are sitting in a group study room; papers scatter the table, textbooks lay open with sticky notes and highlighter galore, and you are showing Haibara something on your laptop. The poor boy has been struggling in biology and the semester is only a month in, and he thought who better to ask than the person whose major includes it?

“Before the citric acid cycle, acetyl-CoA has to be made. So, remember the glycolysis cycle notes I sent you?”

“Of course! Those notes are the only reason I passed my quiz last week. I don’t get how you understand this stuff so well, you’re like a genius.”

You lightly knock your shoulder against his, “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“No, seriously. I’m always lost in biology class until you explain it.”

“You’re just saying that.” You dismiss, but you still flash him an appreciative smile before going back to explaining.

Satoru watches this whole interaction, not in a burning jealousy kind of way because he knows Yu is just beyond grateful for your help. But in a yearning way, a longing way, because he wants that kind of smile to be directed towards him once more.

A genuine smile.

None of your smiles have been genuine whenever he’s around. It's not even a matter of it failing to reach your eyes. Your smiles always came from your heart. And one might question Gojo and say “Well how can you tell? Looks the same to me.”

But Satoru knows.

He knows.

He knows every single one of your expressions, there’s no way he shouldn't. He's studied your face to the point he could write books about it. He could detail what every blink, curve of your lip, and twitch of your nose meant. He's studied you to the point it’s engraved into his heart and he’ll continue to because you have and always will be his favorite lesson.

Then he’s watching you leave with Shoko, the two of you bickering over what you should get for dinner. She says something to you and you laugh, pure and sweet.

Gojo starts to think that this whole “friendly” thing is never going to work.

At least not for him.

And maybe not for you either.

"I’m not going, I have something to do next week.”

“Bullshit,” Naomi calls you out on your lie and Shoko nods in agreement.

You keep your eyes laser-focused on your lab report, you don’t want them to see the sadness you’ve been doing a damn good job at hiding.

“All you do is go to class and do your homework, you have nothing going on in your life,” Shoko adds.

You side-eye her, your lips falling into a displeased frown. She’s right but that doesn’t mean you want her to verbalize it. And it’s not like you don’t want to go to the Marine Biology department’s fundraiser and support Nao, but it's the date that is keeping you from finding it appealing.

May 14th.

The date of the fundraiser.

And the date of what would’ve been your two-year anniversary with a certain white-haired individual.

And you can’t blame your friends for not realizing what that day that is, nor do you want to tell them. You want to avoid the looks of pity and the attempts to cheer you up; all you really want to do is wallow in your room until the day passes. And you want to avoid Satoru as much as you can.

But the way both of the girls are looking at you is telling you that your plan of sitting alone in the darkness of your room with music blasting is not going to happen. There’s no way out of this unless you tell them the truth and somehow that seems worse than just giving in and attending the event.

“What do I have to wear?” You ask with a sigh.

Gojo sheds his suit jacket, the heat of the room and his emotions that are running on overdrive are raising his body temperature to unpleasant levels. He wants to be anywhere but here, he should be at home sleeping away the thoughts of an anniversary that never came to fruition, however, Suguru insisted he come and he would’ve declined if Kento and Yu hadn’t said they weren’t going if he didn’t. And then Geto was basically pleading with him to go and help support his girlfriend, and Gojo has always been weak to his best friend.

So here he stands, black suit jacket hanging in the fold of his arm as he walks outside to get some fresh air. He’s surprised and maybe a little grateful that he hasn’t run into you; the sheer amount of people and the fact he basically became one with a wall in the furthest corner of the room is what really kept the two of you apart. It’s not like he didn’t want to see you, he always wants to see you.

Satoru wants to see the dress you wore, the hairstyle you chose, and that beautiful face of yours. He wants to feel the comforting heat of your skin and be enveloped in the aroma of your sweet perfume. He just wants to be near you, but it's probably best for the both of you not to see each other on a day so heavy like this one.

Maybe the gods above are rearranging the cards that determine your fate because the second Gojo steps outside, he’s greeted by very familiar bare shoulders and curly-ended braids . His heart beats rapidly in his chest as his eyes work in conjunction with his memory to permanently engrave this image of you in a dress that fits like someone made it drunk off the sight of you. You look like the cosmos personified, like the wonders of the universe were based on you and you only.

His heart hurts, it hurts so much.

You should be wearing this dress with him as you walk under the streetlights and cherry blossom petals fall on your hair and shoulders. Your hand should rest comfortably in his as you look up at him with a complaint written in your eyes- your heels are starting to hurt your feet. And then he’s scooping you up into his arms and you give him the sweetest smile as he carries you the rest of the way home.

There’s no way he can move on from you.

Satoru turns around, deciding going back inside and dealing with the heat is better than fantasizing about what could’ve been. The door creaks as he opens it and you whip your head around at the sound.

“Satoru?”

You’re genuinely surprised and you don’t even notice that you used Satoru instead of Gojo. You’ve been trying to keep that distance between you by not addressing him so familiarly but the simple fact of not seeing him all night and then suddenly his right in front of your eyes is shocking you back to old habits.

His heart pounds, his name always sounded better falling from your lips.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to bother you or anything.” He takes one step inside.

Even if it hurts to see him, even if this day is one of the most painful.

You never wanted to be around him so badly.

“You’re hot.”

Gojo's cheeks burn at your statement, if it weren’t for your deadpan voice it almost sounds like you’re complimenting him.

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re a liar. I can see how red your neck is from here, just stay outside it’s fine.”

He removes his hand from the handle, walking towards the railing of the balcony. Satoru puts a comfortable amount of distance between the two of you and he’s suddenly reminded of the similar scene that occurred at the party. He starts to wonder what conversation will happen this time. You turn your head towards him, unshed tears shining in your eyes and it takes every ounce of his strength not to immediately pull you into his arms.

“It’s our anniversary.” You whisper out, broken.

You don’t know why you suddenly said that but maybe you’re craving something from him. You want to be truly seen in your feelings, and oddly enough the only person who can provide comfort and truly understands what you’re going through is the man who is part of it all.

Gojo lets out a shaky exhale, his knuckles turning white as he grips onto the railing. When you left for the other side of the world, there was so much he wanted to say to you and this might be his only chance to do so.

“When we broke up,” He starts and you stiffen at the memory but you don’t stop him, “I should've fought harder for you. I should've done more to reassure you that it would be better, I would be better.”

Then Satoru looks at you, his expression just as broken as yours but there’s a sad smile on his face.

“But you know I can never say no to you. And I knew at that moment even if you didn’t want to break up with me, you thought it was the right thing to do.”

You take half a step closer to him, “I never thought it was the right thing to do. I thought it was the only thing. I tried to justify our behavior in so many ways, I wanted to blame it on us being young and dumb and not knowing how to love properly but even now we aren’t that much older.”

Your words are now replaced with silence because no matter how much you want to deny it, both of you are right. It might’ve been the right thing to do at the time and you are still young, learning to navigate the world and all the dreams and nightmares that come with it.

But, six months apart is a long time for lovers and a lot of growth can happen when you have the time to realize where things went wrong.

Satoru closes the space between you, draping his jacket over your goosebump-covered shoulders. You don’t move away, you allow yourself to soak in the scent of his cologne and enjoy the warmth he brings you.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly.

“I know. And I’m sorry too.”

And as if to test the waters, your fingertips brush against his wrist and without a second wasted, he slips his hand into yours.

It feels like heaven, it’s comforting in a nostalgic way. It feels oh-so-right, like the last two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. And then you realize the feeling never changed and nothing else will ever be enough.

A love like this only happens when the stars align perfectly and it would be foolish to let it slip away again.

Satoru runs his free hand through his silky hair and you look up at him with those brown eyes he loves so much.

“I can’t do this.” He says, a little bit of frustration leaking out.

“What?”

“I want to try again, please. I want to be yours again.”

You look at him, examining the seriousness in his furrowed brows and unwavering eyes. The way he grips your hand like you would run away if there was even a millimeter of room. You don’t know if it’s a good idea but what’s the alternative? Living without him?

The pause you’re taking is too long to be considered appropriate and Gojo’s skin tints pink at his outrageous request.

“Ne-”

“Okay…” You interrupt him and his eyes widen at your answer, “But can we take it slow?”

He squeezes your hand, “Whatever it takes.”

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this chapter !!! also im trying to have the first chapter of the partner story up sometime next week,, also i think i might have tag this slow burn (but at the same time its not) ??

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ruubric · 8 months

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Gojo Satoru is pretty. That, in of itself, is the understatement of the year. He's practically ethereal. His white hair like freshly powdered snow on the grand mountain of a human he is. His eyes hold all the blues in the world, holding the ocean, the sky, the hottest of flames and the coldest of ice.

Getou Suguru is pretty. The type of beauty that is as steady and reliable as the earth behind our feet. His dark brown eyes resemble the firm bark of a mahogany tree, his long fingers the roots that keeps whoever he touches grounded and his voice as deep and sure as the core of the planet.

#maybe i should make this a mini series lol #geto suguru #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x getou x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x black reader #geto x reader #geto x black reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x black reader #ruu's opposites˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

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cookiepie111 · 5 months

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I'm sorry you're going to look me in my black eyes and say gojo doesn't like black women?! That man is a menace to black women. "My nubian queen" " yeah I like bbw, beautiful black women!" he is the boys in Hongdae!!! He loves black women!

#gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #x black reader #gojo satoru x black reader

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zairene · 10 months

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gojo satoru, who usually isn't the type to settle down. he wasn't completely against the concept of relationships. actually, he yearned for one, believe it or not. he's always been content with the idea that he'd eventually come across the 'one for him' after his continuous escapades with a plethora of women. somehow, at first, he didn't feel that way with you. he had pursued you with the same intention he had with every other woman he's been involved with.

to sleep with you. as morally degrading as that sounds, it was the mindset that contributed to the roster he had been able to rack up over the last few years. plus, every woman he had interacted with had the same goal; so how could he not think this way? yet after the both of you hooked up, he couldn't find himself just ghosting you like the rest. his usual routine would consist of him slipping from the bed sheets in the midst of the night, leaving no trace that he had ever been there. leaving the girl wondering if the night before had just be a lustful dream.

maybe you were just different. maybe you had ways of pleasuring him that no other women had ever done to him before? or maybe this was his mind trying to cover up the fact that he had maybe been interested in you. because he felt this way, he had took this chance to ask you out on a proper date the morning afterwards. at first you were surprised. the day before, he explicitly stated that he wanted to do things with no strings attached.

yet, you couldn't find yourself to pass up on the offer. maybe giving him a chance wouldn’t be the worst idea.

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tvgals · 1 year

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soft dom! gojo making you fuck yourself in front of your. long mirror propped against the wall.

he’s js sitting behind you and smirking while you whine and cry that you ‘can’t reach the spot’ :((

“toruuu’! y-y’know i can’t reach the spot !” :(

all you can do is hiccup in between your sentences while he smiles like the little shit he is

“it’s okay baby. just try harder yeah? you’ll get it baby.”

poor y/n :(

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selfishdoll · 6 months

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❛how they like to eat you out...❜ ━━ ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, & fushiguro toji.

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 SUMMARY. ━━ self explanatory fr. just small drabbles about them eating you out.

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING. ━━ ooc characters, mature themes, oral sex, slight mention of anal play (toji’s part), pet names, slightly mean dom for kashimo & toji, etc. if i forgot something tell me!

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 NOTE. ━━ gege literally whispered in my ear all his adult male characters are munches.. so don’t shoot the messenger 🤷🏾‍♀️. also this is messy & i’m sorry, excuse typos & grammar mistakes. and another note geto’s was so hard to describe so if it’s confusing i’m sorry.

KASHIMO HAJIME.

a basic man, he likes you on your back spread— holding your own legs. the way your nails dig into your pudgy flesh, struggling to keep them open whilst his feasts away between them gets him relied up. it doesn’t help the man will literally stop if they so much as touch his ears. no matter how close you are, no matter how much you’re begging for a release, the second they touch him; he stops

“come on sweetheart.. you wanna come right? just keep your legs open for me.”

GOJO SATORU.

he is not called the strongest for nothing, and always likes to remind you of this. meaning, he prefers to eat you out against a wall. no matter how much you you weigh or how heavy you think you are, if he wants you; you’re up against a wall in seconds. maybe he’s kneeling like you’re a goddess, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls your thighs onto his shoulders. or maybe he’s standing at his full 190 cm, ignoring your worried pleas. satoru would never admit how much that turns him on; your hands grabbing at his hair, thighs squeezing as adorable moans and gasps escaped you— all while begging to be put down. of course if you really want to, he’ll do it. most times however, you’re being difficult, worried about hurting him.

“just grab onto me, princess— ‘m not gonna drop you. see? that’s it.. just let me do all the work, pretty girl.”

GETO SUGURU.

a difficult position. upside down. the man sitting, your back and ass touching his stomach and shoulders, knees brushing the bed. why is this difficult ass position his favorite? well, mostly because he can see your face. the way your eyebrows crease together each time he drags his wet, thick muscle between your folds; delicately wrapping his lips around your clit just to have you whine and moan. how embarrassed you get when he points out little things to you, like how your hole is clenching around nothing or how wet you are. it’s sick the way he makes you watch yourself come all over his face, how greedy your pussy looks asking for more of his mouth. the man likes to tease you, and found this method as perfect.

“look at that baby.. see how fucking greedy you are for me?.. ah— don’t get shy, pretty girl. “

NANAMI KENTO.

after a long day of work and gojo satoru, nanami wants nothing more then to be smothered by you. literally. it’s not rare the man will simply lay on his back after a hot shower, upper half unclothed whilst his simply pats his chest. the first time you were a little confused, only for his hands to grab your waist, pulling you over to hover above his face. doesn’t care for your worried whining or concerns. ( what if i’m too heavy ken? ) will coax you with gentle squeezes and rubs on your ass, pleading between your legs just to sit your pretty self right on his face. when you finally do, he’s breathing happily, arms tight around you so you can’t move an inch. despite your thighs closed around his head and how little he can breathe, he’s taking his time with you. tongue moving as if exploring you for the first time, loving the way your fingers mess up and grip at his hair. thick muscle rubbing your little clit raw, he’s in no rush to lift you off. you, most times, have to make the decision for the both of you. much to his dismay.

“i didn’t ask if you were heavy, princess. just take a seat, please. sit, all the way down. wanna feel every single inch of you.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI.

another man that loves to tease and lowkey embarrass you. meaning, he’s eating you out from behind. loves to spank you when you squirm, enjoys watching the way you glance back at him, the beautiful whines and moans that escape you. each time you attempt to move away he’s pulling you back into his face, tongue and lips never detaching from your messy cunt. will pull back, grab your cheeks and spread, just to get a wider view of you. will say something snarky, borderline mean, just to see you whine and reach back to swat at him. don’t do that, cause then he’ll definitely spank you. hard. a little note to add if you’re up for it, he will sink a thumb into your other hole, and just keep it there.

“drippin’ all over the fucking bed, it feels that good doesn’t it? so messy, baby. gonna have you lick it all up later.”

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infernalodie · 9 months

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𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 || 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

"𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥"

Inspo: Keshi - UNDERSTAND

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You were scared and hoped he would understand...

Warnings: Fluffy as shit with reader self-conscious, so, a bit of angst

Words: 1675

“Baby, I’m back and I brought food!” Gojo came bounding from the hallway with a bag of take-out in one hand and your sweater he’d stolen in the other. And his crystal blues didn’t give away the faint sadness he felt seeing you still working. He’d left 10 hours ago for work and he’d left with you sat on the couch working and found you still there.

But despite feeling that way, he widened his smile and approached. “I got you your favourite from down the road. Miso soup with some sushi.” He placed the bag down beside your laptop and collapsed in the open spot beside you.

You glanced at the bag and then at him. A calculated look in your eyes as you carefully grabbed the bag and placed it on the ground. Tearing the tape that held the two ends together and fishing out your first and only meal of the day.

Gojo had a look of pleasant seeing you pop the plastic lid off where strings of heat slithered into the air. Its delicious scent hit your senses, making your mouth slightly water. But you quickly clamped your lips shut and placed the lid on top before pushing it aside. “I can’t eat right now. Thank you though, babe.”

Then came the disheartening feeling Gojo always felt when you didn’t take care of yourself. It was this sinking sensation in his stomach. Like, his heart was dropping into his gut and seeming to go further as his eyes grew heavier. Almost as if the only way to rid himself of the problem is to sleep and try again tomorrow.

But he pushed this sensation aside and pushed your back into the couch before straddling your waist. “I’m not moving till you eat.”

“Gojo.” You laughed, arm wrapping around his waist and gently angling him to the side so you could reach your laptop. “I have to finish these before tomorrow-”

“Oh, c’mon, babe. Relax a little. I think we can do a few things that might-” He tried to close the space but you stopped him by pressing a hand to his face.

“Stop being creepy, Gojo!” You laughed.

“Creepy?” He exclaimed, earning another laugh from you. “Don’t forget who got you food, asshole. I deserve a kiss at least.”

You leaned back into the couch, keeping a hand pressed to his chest as he pouted adorably. You couldn’t contain the faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips. He always managed to get what he wanted. “Will that make you just sit next me and watch TV while I work?”

He shrugged. “I dunno,” he said, smiling. “Depends if I’m satisfied with the kiss.”

There was a pause, a moment of compilation as you stared at him carefully. Reaching up gently and adjusting your glasses as you blinked rapidly. But the moment passed when you lowered your hand and allowed him freedom. He smiled, scooting closer until he rested his hands on your shoulders. Beginning to lean down as you closed your eyes.

But he stopped. “Hold on.” Gojo reached up, grabbing the arms of your glasses and gently pulling them off. And maybe it had been the act or just how blind you were without them, but you were shy and slightly scared without assistance in your vision. But that meant everything was enhanced now. His touch, words, and feather-light kisses to your chest as he slowly straddled your waist. Running his hands over the expanse of your chest and resting at your sides. His touch against your sable skin was soft and thoughtful. Every molecule intensified this feeling you’d been trying to get over for years now.

He saw the hesitation in your gaze that flickered across his features longer than usual. “I wanna be as close as possible.” And if you hadn’t melted before, you sure as hell had now. Almost completely palpable in his hands as he cupped your face and kissed you softly. Pressing his chest to yours and soaking up the warmth of your sable skin.

You hated to admit it. The idea that there was a large part of you that loved him was something you wanted to dismiss. Let it drown within the many other thoughts plaguing your every moment of every day. Because for a time when there was nothing between the two of you, you didn’t have to feel. You were allowed to just focus on your job and yourself. But now, you share a roof with Gojo. You shared meals and intimacy with him. Everything in your possession was shared with him

And even when you had everything with him, you still felt like you could lose it all.

This was a “you” problem. Gojo had been nothing but sweet to you and you were trying desperately to reciprocate that level of commitment. But change was something you hadn’t been good at. Especially when you moved to Kawasaki City or when you found out about Gojo's “real job”. It was a lot for someone like you who was just worried about getting these school papers graded before the weekend was over.

And in any realm of reality, you didn’t think you deserved a guy like him. He was loving, caring, thoughtful, kind, and supportive of every decision he made. He made time for you when you both knew he was needed almost every day at every hour. Yet he did it for you.

Without much thought, you pulled yourself away. It alarmed Gojo who leaned back slightly, hands cupping your cheeks as you breathed heavily. “Hey. Hey, hey, hey. I’m right here.”

You nodded. Either to yourself or to him, you weren’t sure. But you gently reached your hands up and held his wrists and closed your eyes.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” He dragged a finger gently across your temple but still kept your gaze that couldn’t manage just as much.

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips that parted with a shaky exhale. “I…” The words fell short for a few moments and your hands fell to his thighs. Fingers clenching softly around the plush flesh as you shook your head. “I know I haven’t been the easiest to be with-”

Gojo’s lips parted, ready to speak, but you continued, “You might disagree, but we both know it’s true.” You chuckled, feeling the heat behind your eyes, making you blink multiple times. “I mean, you are doing things for this city that most of the world doesn’t even know about, Gojo. You break your back to meet my needs but I can’t even make your coffee for when you get home.”

Tearfully, you looked up into those eyes. The eyes that swooned you the moment in that cafe where he smiled and you felt your entire world brighten. Colours seemed to pop when you saw them. And his smile made your heart skip and put into perspective how much you were missing out on by being this isolated from loved ones. He made you see that he would give you all of it. But at the cost of your own station of security.

“Oh, baby.” Gojo pursed his lips, face scrunching slightly as his thumbs softly glided across your cheeks. Wiping the tears away that were quickly replaced with new ones. “Just tell me what’s wrong? I want to help you.”

A quiet whimper fell from your lips, face scrunching up as you bowed your head. “This is what I mean, Gojo. You are too sweet and I am a weight holding you down,” you wept, sniffling. “I have devoted my life to school and now work. Up until we met, I was happy living like that. It was a system I liked and got used to.” Exhaling heavily, your forehead pressed against his chest, which made Gojo gasp softly.

His hands twitched when he felt your tears hit his stomach, making him instinctively wrap his arms around you. Letting his fingers gently scratch at the nape of your neck, allowing you to catch your breath. “But when you came from up above, you shaped my world beautifully. You made things seem clearer and I am afraid that one day, I will lose that.” Pulling away, you met Gojo was cloudy eyes and trembling lips. “I don’t want my life to change but I know that if it doesn’t, I will lose you forever.”

Gojo knew full well of how difficult this had been for you. Even though you never made it apparent and were able to mask it, you showed signs of conflict with the whole idea. You hated change from how you were supposed to get up in the morning, how you needed to make dinner so at least one of you ate, and you hated how your space had another occupiers items in the vicinity. Gojo remembers specifically a time when he had moved a picture frame of you and your family. It’d been swapped to the opposite side of the TV stand. And he remembers how your hand trembled–you were barely able to formulate words as your eyes constantly flickered toward him. Still, you didn’t say a word. You simply picked up the picture and placed it back where you liked it.

There was a certain system to your chaos and Gojo felt like a partial bit of the chaos was because of him. But he knew you wouldn’t listen to that.

“I don’t know if you’ve realized Y/n, but I am head over heels for you and I don’t know how I can change how you may think.” He paused. Then he pulled away just enough so he could anchor his hands on the back of your neck, allowing him to meet your crystalized gaze. “But I want you to know that I think it’s worth the risk. And that can only happen if you let me guide you.”

Brushing his thumbs across your cheeks, he smiled. “I’m not going anywhere unless you want me gone, sweetheart.”

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