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Forget Me Not: Chapter 30 (Red Wedding)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him

What would you do when they force you to do something you don’t like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18. Tags/Warnings: NSFW contents (pure smut).

Author Note: I can't believe i wrote +10k words of angst, fluff and smut, again. by the way, as i had promised, i will update Her: A Memoir very soon.

Song Recommendation: Calum Scott - You Are The Reason

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2019

Day 0

The old clock chimed five times, and the sound resonated in the silence. It was the end of another warm summer day. The sun had long since hidden behind the clouds out of the window, leaving the sky alone with crimson red reflections. The leaves were motionless, and the crickets' chirping could be heard below the tree.

The leather squeaked as the weight on the couch was shifted. The man with white hair got up and walked towards the window, making the wooden floor under his black shoes creak. Why was he wearing black from head to toe? Was anything important about to happen? Or did it happen before?

He placed his hands in his pockets and looked at the scenery, lost in the rhythmic percussions of the river water. His eyes were steady on the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before down. His lips bore the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that he was enjoying his thoughts, whatever they were.

When the newspaper flipped, the white-haired man remembered that he was not alone in the room. However, it made no difference to him.

"Are you nervous, Satoru?" The blond man inquired, his eyes still locked on the words of the Financial Business Journal.

Satoru rolled his eyes, and with his hands still in his pockets, he turned to the coach and threw himself on it. "Nope," he crossed one leg over another and stared at the man in front of him. "I'm boreeeeeed. Come on! Would you say something interesting?" He hung his head off the couch, and his white hair slipped from his forehead in the opposite direction. An old scar could be seen above his left eye if one looked closely. A souvenir from a distant memory. A memento from the first time he met Y/N. How romantic.

Nanami sighed and continued reading the article without paying attention to him. Again. After all, ignorance was the best defense against the man-child. The pleasant silence, however, didn't last long. Suddenly, as if the light bubble above Satoru's head had lit up, he clapped his hands. "All right! I got it!" He yayed, "let's play catch with discarded rice balls while discussing the separation of church from the state while filming it and posting it online to troll people!" He was all excited over his brilliant idea, to be honest.

Nanami turned the page without giving it a thought. "You can enjoy it on your own," and he thought about how Y/N tolerated his bizarre ideas. Was love such a strong feeling that people turned a blind eye to idiocy?

"Oh, buzz killer!" Satoru rubbed his forehead, but suddenly he fucking started clapping again. Another brilliant epiphany. "Drinking game time!" He clapped above his head again as if trying his best to make the poor man increasingly irritated. "Name the things you love about the great Satoru Gojo!" He paused a little, "Everythiiing!" Not sounding childish at all.

The 7:3 sorcerer frowned. All he wanted was a quiet time, but nope, that wasn't going to happen. "You keep thinking that way, Satoru," Nanami checked him out of the corner of his eyes. "You seem really happy for someone who does things behind his girlfriend's back."

Satoru's face turned gloomy, and his hands dropped. His gaze fixated on his friend's face. Yes, both had done something without letting Y/N know, and it sounded like Nanami wasn't happy with their secret. He folded his arms, "I didn't want to hide it from her, but there wasn't any other way to find out." Thank goodness, at least he knew what he had done was wrong. "Are you going to tell her?" Blue eyes were rummaging through the greens.

"I haven't told her yet. Knowing Y/N, she'll feel betrayed." Finally, Nanami put that damn newspaper down.

Satoru relieved, folded his hands behind his head while stretching his legs onto the table. "I'm glad I left you in charge of it."

"But are you sure you want to withhold the test results?" Nanami wasn't going to give up. "Y/N and Yuji's DNA had over 90 percent similarities."

"We are not sure," Satoru closed his eyes.

"We used both hair and saliva on the toothbrush. The outcome was the same both times," he said, leaning over his chair.

"You're expecting me to believe they are blood relatives? Siblings or Mother/Son?" It was too much to digest. Satoru rubbed his eyelids. That issue has been bothersome for some time now, and unfortunately, there was no way to find out the truth.

"Are you a moron, or do you like to act like one?" Nanami massaged his forehead. Why on earth, he was the one who had to deal with him. "She and Yuji cannot be a mother and child. Yuji was born in 2003, whereas Y/N was revived in 2005 by Toji."

"We know nothing about her biological nature. What's more, I don't want Higher Ups to take advantage of this information." He turned his head and stared at the ceiling. No matter how much he wanted, he couldn't deny the profound connection between Y/N and Yuji. He could clearly see that the two were like a family. Especially the fact that she suddenly appeared outside the school gates, right when Yuji was on the brink of death.

But on the other hand, there was no logical justification for the test results. He took a deep breath. Even the reverse cursed technique was incapable of healing his headache now.

"But Y/N deserves to…"

"What do I deserve, Kento?" Y/N inquired curiously as she walked into the common room with Shoko and plenty of shopping bags in their hands.

Satoru looked at Nanami, tilted his head slightly, and rose rapidly to walk towards her, "you deserve a good-looking boyfriend like me!" He put his hand on her shoulder, drew her closer, and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek. She quickly lowered her head and feigned to move the shopping bags, but in reality, she just wanted to hide her shock and red cheeks. Publicly displaying affection was not her cup of tea. She still had to grow accustomed to his antics.

"Ewww, get a room!" Shoko said and rolled her eyes while removing her heels and throwing them in a direction. She leaned over the chair next to Nanami and began to rub her achilles.

"You're both late! I was about to be bored to death!" Satoru leaned his chin on Y/N's head, totally ignoring her round eyes.

"Ask your dear girlfriend! She forced me to walk to your silly favorite bakery!" Shoko tossed a package at Satoru, and he quickly caught it in the air.

"You got me kikufuku mochi?" The edamame and cream flavor?" He turned Y/N and looked at her with wide puppy eyes. If no one knew him, they would think he was nine, but the said man, as tall as a poplar, had acquired his reputation for being a tremendous sweet tooth. Y/N smiled and nodded in response. "You're the best, Y/N!" His hand slipped through her hair, and another kiss was swiftly placed on her head.

As if a bucket of ice had been poured on her head, she stood there frozen and watched her boyfriend opening the box of sweets with excitement no human being had ever witnessed. Nobody knew it, but seeing Satoru happy and hearing his laugh were some of those things that made Y/N able to forgive herself a little bit for her mistakes. Because of those mistakes, she was standing there now with her heart filled with hopes.

See, the shit she had been through, most people never knew pain like that. They never would. And if they did, it would end them. She had drowned in pain, but had kept on surviving. Because once she made it through a storm like hers... she had become the storm. It exploded into pieces and put them together into a whole. Now the question is, what was so powerful as to break broken things again? Seeking an answer? It's Love. Love, and love.

Satoru finished eating his fourth mochi and licked his fingertips. "Okay! You earned my forgiveness for letting me rot down here with Kento!

Nanami raised his eyebrow while crossing his arms, "trust me, I'm not interested in babysitting either, but Yaga asked me to accompany him to the meetings with Higher Ups." He turned his face to get Y/N's approval, but his frown disappeared when he saw a smile on her face, and it didn't take long for a similar smile to be copied on his lips.

But to see Kento Nanami, the former salaryman, smiling was an odd phenomenon that occurred perhaps once every 100 years, and the six eyes of Satoru Gojo did not fail to grasp that precise moment where his girlfriend, his love, his myth, his treasure, and his woman was the reason for his friend's fucking smile. Satoru shook his head. He had to keep his demons quiet. Nope! That wasn't a possibility, was it? He stared at Y/N who was looking for something in the shopping bags. She was his. She belonged to him. Only him. For eternity.

Shoko's eyes moved from Satoru to Kento to Y/N, biting her lip. "What was the meeting about?" Her question blotted out the dark thoughts of Satoru. He diverted his gaze from the Y/N to Shoko. "Same old, same old. They wanted to send me on a mission on the wedding day! Can you believe it?"

"I had no idea how eager you were to attend Utahime’s wedding!" Shoko wrapped the tip of her hair around her finger and peeked at Nanami from the corner of her eye. Everything seemed normal again. Kento was busy with his phone.

"I'm one of her best friends! You bet I'll be there for her!" Satoru grinned. The undoubted irony was obvious.

"You're her best friend? You? Out of all people?" Y/N, holding a small pocket in her hand, raised her head and looked at Satoru with disbelief.

"Okay! Busted! I'm not interested in the wedding! I'm just glad we're going away for a while," he looked at Y/N and smiled. It was their first travel together. "I even booked the plane tickets!"

"We are flying there?" Y/N asked the question out of the blue, and everybody stared at her with surprise.

"Baby, are you expecting me to sit on the train for 25 hours to get to Okinawa?" He shook his head in opposition. "If you're afraid of flying, you can hold my hand," he winked at her.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but then pressed her lips and started playing with the folds of the mysterious pocket on her hand. She was embarrassed that she had never gotten on an airplane. But to be frank, she never needed it. Anyone who was to be killed was within reach without a plane. Ah! Why did she suddenly think about those days? The past was past. She was a better person now. She had changed. She lowered her head, and her eyes fell on a drop of blood that flowed from her hand on the floor. She raised her hand to check it out. Oddly enough, there was no sign of a cut. Where did the blood come from?

Nanami was the first to notice the anxious look on her palm. "Is everything alright?"

She quickly fisted her hand, looked up, and smiled. "Yeah...yeah," she rechecked the floor. Another drop of blood came in. "I purchased the DVD of Jennifer Lawrence's latest movie. I will give it to Yuji," she said in an attempt to conceal her delusion. "I'll see you around."

Nanami turned his head towards Satoru after Y/N mentioned Yuji's name, but he appeared to be drowning in deep thoughts. Ah, the poor sorcerer did not know that the demons of his friend had risen and that he was at war with them.

"Y/N? Wait! Let me come with you. Satoru stood up rapidly, marching toward her and wrapping his arm around her waist. He made sure to wave at Shoko and not look at Nanami's face before they walked out of the room.

Day 1

The waves collapsed, and the sea foam danced wildly before retreating into the endless expanse. The seagulls shouted back at the roaring ocean, and the peaceful lullaby filled the beach. The sun shone upon clouds, kissing his skin, and the world seemed to stand still.

Satoru was seated there, wearing his sunglasses and a white linen shirt unbuttoned with his black swimming trunks. The fine grains of sand felt warm beneath his feet as his gaze shifted from sand to stone, from puddles of rock to breaking waves and her—his beloved.

Under the summer sunshine, he had the impression that he was swimming in déjà vu. Old memories of a few years ago popped up in front of his eyes. He and Riko Amanai laughed about the sea cucumber they found amongst the rocks.

Those were the days. Oh yes, those were the days. They thought they would never end. They would sing and dance forever, and one day, they would live the life they chose. They thought they would fight and never lose.

Those happy times. When Riko was still alive, Suguru had not yet committed the massacre, nor had life begun to crumble.

Satoru closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It has been years since that incident, and he had to stop blaming himself. He needed to forgive himself. His heart ached, and, like the man caught in the storm, he sought his mermaid because she was the only way for him to escape through every storm.

There she was. Y/N didn't have those mesmerizing colorful flakes, but she was shining like nothing he had ever seen before with her white summer dress. The way the light was hitting her skin was like magic. She had a smile on her face, and bliss were vibrant in her face. She shone in such a way that Satoru couldn't lose her in the crowd.

She was sitting with a little boy on the sandy beach. The child was waving his hands enthusiastically in the air, and it was clear that he was describing something exciting for her. Y/N also appeared happy to spend time with the boy. Because she never looked away from the child's face and confirmed his words with the motion of her head. A breeze blew in her hair every now and then, and she carelessly pulled her hair behind her ear.

He had never been religious, but he could swear he had found his God when touched her. Her lips tasted of something heavenly. Her skin was a little too soft to be a human, and the way she looked in his eyes. She was ethereal. He worshipped her with his hands, his lips, his tongue.

It was funny. Others thought that their being together was sinful. Their kisses, desire, and love would send them to hell. But he knew the truth. They were holy. They must be. For she was a god, and she thought he was the one too.

"How come you're smiling like a fool?" Shoko tossed her purse beside Satoru. She spread her beach towel beside her friend and lay there.

Satoru leaned on his elbow, "just thinking," he looked at her face and smiled.

Shoko asked no questions. She turned around and watched the scene before her. Befriending Satoru had taught her to be patient. She was sure that if anything had occupied his mind, sooner or later, he would share it with her at the right time and in the right place.

The little boy seemed to have found a seashell in the sand and gave it to Y/N to put on her ear. Probably that boy figured out she was in love with the ocean as well. Smart kid.

And the Satoru of the story couldn't stop and imagine what it would be like if he were there with them as well, and that boy was their son. The three could build sandcastles together, laugh and joke like a family. He could teach his son how to throw a rock to jump over water many times. He could then step aside, hold Y/N's hand, kiss her temple and allow the smell of her hair to make him drunk. They could look together at their son throwing stones into the sea. Both could have something they never had together—a home.

"Shoko, I think I'm falling in love." Satoru's voice could be heard across unhappened memories.

Shoko put her sunglasses on her hair and lifted herself slightly out of the ground. "I thought you were already in love."

"Yeah, I am," he smiled, "and I feel like I want to have my own family."

"I thought marriage was not something written in your book." It was one of those conversations. Shoko had to have her cigarettes. Immediately.

"It wasn't, but now it is." He glanced over his shoulder at Shoko, then turned and watched the little boy and Y/N again.

"Do you know that your family will never be safe?" Her wandering hand finally found the cigarette and the lighter in the bag.

"Do you think Y/N and I aren't strong enough to deal with it?" It was the first time Shoko saw Satoru relying on anyone other than him.

"Are you sure?" She lit her cigarette and noticed Satoru's glare. "I mean, she's been injured many times in recent missions, and they're not healing fast." The best thing about Shoko was that she had always supported her friends. No matter how bad their decisions were. And now she wasn't going to tell him that he might be acting hastily, maybe he should think more about marrying a former killer, maybe things wouldn't work out the way he planned. But she didn't. She didn't say anything because she was always there to support her friends. Even in their worst nightmares.

Satoru let out a sigh. "She's just worn out." Higher Ups are roasting her. She'll be fine if she gets her rest. He straightened his legs and leaned over one of his arms.

Shoko didn't get surprised. Not even a little. She smoked her cigarettes and stared at Y/N in her white dress. Had she changed her mind about having children? She poked her cigarette again and let the warm smoke fill her lungs and burn her throat. "Have you talked about this with her?"

"I think she wants the same thing as me." His fingers were sketching vague patterns across the sand.

"You think?" She tapped her cigarette and poured its ashes onto the sand beside his.

"She's not on birth control pills," he covered the ashes with sand, "the number of pills in the drawer never decreases." He couldn't keep his lips from turning into a smile.

And Shoko saw it. A slight glimmer of hope warmed his being. So she had changed her opinion. "Good. She deserves a fresh start." She turned her sunglasses on her eyes and went down again, while Satoru remained as he was and waved to Y/N, who was watching them now.

Y/N's hair moved such as soft beach grass in the wind. Back and forth, revealing and hiding the shades of her eyes. She was in love with the ocean, but there were other things she loved even more than the boundless seas. Him. Him and him.

She felt Satoru's gaze upon her. She raised her hand to wave back, but suddenly she stopped.

Plip, plop…plip…plop…plip…plop

A small stream of blood flowed from her palm, leaving trails on her wrist and forearm. She gulped and turned around her hand. Again, no trace of a cut or any wound. She glanced at the little boy by his side to see if he was scared of blood or not, but he seemed indifferent. He even smiled, and gave her a spatula to help her make a sandcastle. Like there was no blood on her hands.

Plip, plop…plip…plop…p…li…p…p…lo…p

Day 2

In the room

The white lashes slowly parted, and the blue pupils regained their sight in broad daylight. Indentations on the pillow and wrinkles on the bedding said she had woken up long before he did.

Satoru did not move and watched her empty spot next to him for some time. Emptiness, coldness, and loneliness were three words that made his mouth bitter. He didn't need the experience to find out. Nope. He couldn't stand her not being around.

He sighed. 'Where is she?' He heard the sound of the faucet closing, and within seconds later, a crack in the bathroom door followed the initial sound. A big smile slipped across his lips. She was there. With him. As always.

Satoru glided gently over the pillow, and his face turned to the sound resource—to her. Y/N was wearing a white towel, tiptoeing from one side of the room to the other.

His smile grew wider. She didn't want to awaken him. His eyes followed her as she did her best to gently pull the drawer without making a noise to find the hairdryer. The drops of water were dripping slowly from her wet hair.

Plip, plop…plip…plop…pli…p…p…lop

If a beam of light could weave itself into a strand, it was her hair. He always felt it glowed from the inside instead of relying on the sunshine. It was as if the universe had conjured her matter in a ripple of a big bang explosion in the way she had stars in her eyes and galaxies in her heart.

Too bad no one had taken much interest in astronomy those days, or else someone would have noticed how her smile was brighter than the moon or how her laugh sounded like stars being born. Oh, God! Every time he looked at her, meteors were shooting through the sky of his heart.

He leaned quietly over the headboard, breathing in the air, listening carefully, and enjoying the miracle in front of him.

He looked at her and couldn't understand how someone before him hadn't seen what he was seeing now. He could not comprehend how no one before him had realized an entire magnificent universe hidden within her, how anyone could look at her and not find all they had sought in a single human being.

And to be fair, he was pleased they were idiots. Because if they had looked enough to see all those things in her, he would never have been able to do that.

Y/N had finally pulled the hairdryer out of the drawer when she suddenly sensed someone was behind her. The person felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe.

Satoru put his arms around her waist and tightened his grip. She felt his hot breath upon her neck. A soft kiss. Then a sultry voice whispered close to her ear, "I missed you." He kissed her neck, her earlobe, and her temple.

She giggled against his kiss. He adored that sound. "What's so funny?" He asked, unable to keep the incredibly pleased grin from hearing her laughter off his face.

"You just saw me a few hours ago. I was literally sleeping next to you." She leaned onto his bare chest. She felt blessed.

He shook his head, "I saw you 5 hours ago. That's not a few. It's a fucking long time."

Y/N pressed her lips together, and her eyes danced with laughter. Her face was washed clean, as always. He loved that she was just her and that she was comfortable being just her.

She turned in his embrace. "You really should be sleeping, Satoru. Like a human being." She laid one hand on his chest.

He kissed her forehead, his lips brushing the baby hairs on her forehead. "I prefer to watch you, changing clothes, doing your hair, and make up for the night."

A tremor passed through her body, and she reached up to feel him, her palm skimming his neck, jaw, and lips. He clasped his hand over hers, lifting her fingers higher to his cheek, where he wanted them to be.

"I don't know how to dance," she raised her head and looked at his eyes, biting her lower lip in embarrassment. She could easily tell him anything and not feel judged.

"Then we won't dance," he sat on the edge of the bed while guiding her to sit on his lap. He wished all of Y/N's worries could be solved that easily. He loosened the cord of her robe a bit, slipped his hand inward, and began sliding his fingers over his thighs. She hissed, and he chuckled, moving her robe to kiss her shoulder —the one with the scars. Didn't she know the survivors had scars and the victims had graves?

He traced a path of kissing down to her collarbones, breasts, and belly. Then he lifted his head, and finally, his plump lips were on hers, devouring her mouth, unleashing all the passion he felt for her while feeling her tight hold on his hand. Why was she so cold? Was she shaking?

"Are you feeling sick?" He brushed her wet hair back with his hand.

"A little," she let out a sigh and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm worried about tonight." She traced the scars all the way down to his stomach.

"Don't worry," he murmured and kissed her neck while his nose grazed her ear. But it didn't smooth out the storm in her heart. She knew who she was and who she really was. She was well aware that others knew about it, too. She shouldn't be with him. She mustn't, but she needed him. She craved him. Her empty soul thirsted for his love, and he quenched every gap, filled every piece.

She prayed to all the gods out there that she wanted to remain right there, in his arms. Forever. It was where she belonged. Who knew? Maybe home was just two arms wrapped around her when she had nowhere to go. "Let's not go to the wedding; let's hold each other like this until the night ends. I don't want to leave this room, Satoru." Her thoughts flowed straight from her subconscious into the air around her. "I can hear our hearts breaking."

His hand encased her face, the way hers did him. His lips nearly skimmed hers. "I'll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak."

Her chest swelled, "and what happens when I ache to hear your voice?"

"I'll whisper beyond every anguished sound," his fingers ran up her head. "You'll always hear me. I'll always be by your side."

"And can you still hear me?" She wondered, and her breath hit his lips.

"Always." His voice tickled her neck. His tone trickled her heart. His words trickled her soul.

Oh, darling, promises were sweet lies. Hadn't the author said it before? The promises were like hearts. They were meant to be broken.

In the wedding

The car door opened, and Satoru approached to hold Y/N's hand. The handsome son of a bitch was wearing a long-tailed black tuxedo with a white shirt and vest. No bowtie on him. For him, attaching something to his neck like a collar was the most absurd idea possible.

He glanced at her through his glasses. "Would you do me the honor of accompanying you this evening, M'lady?" He winked at her and held her hand while leaving a gentle kiss on it. As soon as she tried to get out of the car, he stooped down and took the corner of her dress to help her—quite a gentleman.

"How do I look?" She stood in front of him and inhaled deeply. She started tapping her dress in order to flatten it as much as possible.

She was nervous, and he could tell. He grabbed her through the chin and lifted her head. She was beautiful beyond reason. Her hair, her face, her mind, all in her was wonderful. She was wearing an elegant black-colored, floor-length evening dress that one of her shoulders had long sleeves —to cover the scars on her shoulder. While on the opposite side, it had a sleek slit to show off her well-shaped legs.

(A/N: Gojo and Y/N's clothes)

He was stricken, awestruck, lovesick for her beauty. He knew, he knew from the first moment he had met her. It was never love at first sight. No, it was familiarity. Like, oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you.

He gazed at her from head to toe, cupped her face with his big hands, and kissed her hard. Hard enough to make her forget all her insecurities. Oh, lord. All of him loved all of her. He loved her all curves and edges, all her perfect imperfections. He pulled back and looked at her shocked eyes and parted lips. "You look beautiful," he caressed her cheek, "as always."

Her cheeks blushed, and she quickly dropped her arm into Satoru's to take their way to the hall entrance. But as they turned around, Y/N froze in her spot, and cold sweat appeared on her forehead. There were bloody footprints all over where she had stepped—fresh blood. Newly spilled blood.

Memories. Old memories. Blood. Fear. Appeals. Teary eyes. Luxurious dresses. Blood. Knife. Heartbeats. Smudged mascara. Blood. Screams.

Her breathing caught in her chest, and her hands got cold.

All human beings are the product of their past. But there is a particular group of these people who are prisoners of their past. These are the ones who have never been able to forgive themselves. They have not been able to let go of their mistakes or forget them. All of them have ghosts haunting them. Each has a scar that reminds them of the tragic past they have lived.

Y/N was one of them, and God knows she was trying her best, fighting every day to keep the monsters away. She was on a battlefield every day, and for crying out loud, she fought. She never gave up… she didn't give up until that doomed night. She froze and allowed her regrets to prevail. She let every bad thing that ever happened to her be for nothing. She fought but could not win the fight, and the blood defiled her hands with all its might throughout the night.

"Why are we standing still?" His thumb rubbed the top of her hand gently. She tried to swallow, but to no avail. Her lips to the end of her throat were no different than the Antarctic desert.

"Shall we go?" Satoru asked with a big smile. He didn't have a clue. How could he? She couldn't bring herself to talk or let out a voice. She just nodded and plastered a smile on her face.

The two climbed the stairs of hell together and crossed the gate of hell hand in hand. One turned the head towards himself, and the other left blood trails behind herself.

As they entered the hall—aka hell, the shenanigans started.

People's faces turned to them, and a lot happened in those brief moments that seemed hours.

Y/N looked at the women staring at her. They began whispering as she passed by their side while covering their mouths with their jeweled hands. Their hisses were scratching the walls of her ears. She could feel men's eyes on her. How many of them hated her? How many of them were interested in seeing her executed? Which one of them got the guts to slit her throat? How many of them were gulping while looking at her buttocks and breasts? How many of them were imagining her naked? Oh, how many of them were screwing her in their imagination just? Shivers ran down her spine. It was as if she had walked through a forest filled with snakes and predators.

She turned her face to her lover. He had a smug smile on his face. She followed his gaze, and her eyes fell upon a group of the Higher Ups glaring at them. No, it wasn't possible. Was Satoru using her to piss off elders again? Was she his revenge leverage? What were they saying about her among themselves? Did they know everything? So they knew how many people she had killed? Were they aware that she didn't want to kill them? Did it even matter? Why didn't she escape? Why didn't she leave everyone and everything behind and run away?

Satoru decided, and Y/N agreed. He walked, and she went along. The sorcerer stopped, and the curse stood by his side. But when it got painful that as soon as people came and circled him, her hand was the first thing he let go of, taking the others and shaking them. The first that was forgotten. Her being was the first to become invisible. Of course, she was fine with it. It was the Jujutsu community's special greeting and kissing ass ceremony. If Satoru wanted to burn the rotting roots of the jujutsu community, he needed allies. And if her distance could help, she would. She owed him her life and didn't like being indebted. So she shut the fuck up and remained silent, like an obedient slave for the heir of the Gojo clan that those judging eyes expected her to be.

People came and went. They sent their regards and showed their respects. The hypocrites talked and rambled and lied. She listened, looked at Satoru's face, saw the sparkle in his eyes, and listened again. He knew how to gamble in their playlands. He was the harvest of those poisonous gardens—the forbidden fruit of Eden which Y/N, the fool Eve, dared to pick. So, she was worthy of being banished from heaven by the rules. But if this hellhole were what they called heaven, she'd rather be an outsider.

Y/N looked at these pretentious faces, wondering why life could not be fair to her from the moment she was born. Why didn't she ever get a chance to replace one of these morons? Their words were sorely humorous to her. They were talking about traveling worldwide, the magnificent sceneries over the seas, and the best kitchens of those fucking countries outside of Japan, while her pathetic ass was afraid to sit on an airplane for 2.5 hours and needed to hold Satoru's hand. She pitifully chuckled to herself. What the hell. Yaga had a point. There was no place for her among them. She didn't fit in between them. She would never.

Y/N turned her head towards Satoru. Wasn't he the one who pledged always to hear her voice? Huh! She was probably the dumbest person in the hall, and everybody else knew that except herself. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. She needed to rest her brain a bit; otherwise, her headache would drive her insane. She breathed deeply, and a disgusting smell filled her nostrils and lungs, making breathing difficult.

Pli...p, pl…op…plip…plop…pli…p…p…lo…p

She opened her eyes with panic and noticed bloodstains on her dress. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The bleeding of her hands had restarted. Hadn't she had enough? Hadn't she punished herself enough? Hadn't she repaid enough? The answer was no. Life had never been fair, and the most unfair part was that it was the most unjust towards some. And now she had to get retributed. Blood for blood. Flesh for flesh. Soul for soul, till her ashes turn into coal.

Her heart kept splitting inside her. Growing and breaking, ripped and rendered, reminding her that she was a murderer, a cruel murderer. And she must carry all the guilt on her own.

Pl…ip, plo...p…pli…p…plop…pli…p…p…lop

The circle around Satoru grew bigger and busier while the distance between them grew further and farther. This hellish fucking circle got so big, Satoru's fingers couldn't reach her waist, her hand, her eyes... her tears, anymore. To him, Y/N was one of the strongest women he had ever seen. How could he know she might have enemies she couldn't conquer? He had never been his own nemesis.

It didn't occur to him that her biggest foe was herself. He didn't realize that his stupid six eyes didn't catch the tears in the corner of her eyes.

With tears falling on her cheeks, she raised her head; her trembling legs led her to the hallway's corner, to the women's restroom. It was empty. Thank goodness. She forced herself to walk towards the mirror and seized the white stone in front of her with her bleeding hands. The red stained the white stone and dripped onto the floor from its edges.

Plip, plop…plip…p…lop…pli…p…p…lo…p

Each drop fell divided into several tiny ones, making the traces of her sins more and more evident.

She tapped her hand on the cold stone, and the blood spattered on the mirror. Her wet eyes caught her reflection in the mirror, and she felt sick to her stomach. It took her seconds to go from choking with tears to bursting into tears. You're not trash," she tapped the stone. "You're not…cold," her fist landed on the stone, "you're not a bitch," her fingers hurt from the tapping, "you're not ugly," she screamed and tapped again, as more blood splashed on the mirror, on the floor, "you're not disgusting," both of her fists touched the coldness, tears flowed down her neck, but she didn't stop. "You're not a slut," she didn't look away, didn't close her eyes, she looked at her messed up hair and smudged mascara, "you're not dirty," her knuckles turned purple, but she tapped and tapped, "you're not spoi…led," her voice cut short, yet she continued tapping. "You're not a monster," she couldn't breathe; the air didn't reach her lungs, and her chest was hurting, but she wasn't going to stop. "You deserved to be loved, and touched… and felt." Her bloody, bruised fists were numb. Goddamn it, the pain was hitched to her heart; it wasn't going to let go of her. "You deserve to be free." She couldn't open her clenched fingers. She couldn't feel them. She couldn't feel anything but pain.

P…lip, plop…p…lip…pl…o…p…pli…p…p…lop

She didn't realize who came in and who grabbed her wrists and didn't let her hit the stone anymore. She closed her eyes. It didn't matter who they were. It didn't matter what they were going to do to her. She just didn't want to be alone in that bloody bathroom. "Y/N? What is wrong with you?" Oh, a familiar voice, a familiar tone, a familiar kindness. Before Nanami could figure out what had happened, she threw herself into his arms.

As soon as she touched Nanami, it made him feel strange. Like getting lost in an infinite ocean, like blowing with the wind over the high mountains, like burning in a fire on a cold day, like burying all worries under the soil of volcanoes. No worries, no concerns, no pain, and no sorrow. Only relief and peace. All the emotions he hadn't felt in quite some time. But he knew these sentiments weren't real. She was sucking his negative energy. He looked at her crying eyes, pleading with him to stay with her, help her, and stop the pain. But how could Nanami help when he couldn't even distinguish his feelings at that moment.

Time itself had become irrelevant. The seconds could have been hours, hours mere seconds. In that suspended moment, he was the eye of his own storm. Because for that moment of perfect calm and mental clarity, he paid over and over in the following years. Because Satoru saw how he pressed his Y/N's head to his chest and stroked her hair. His eyes captured how his friend touched his woman. He never thought seeing her with another man would be such a pain.

If someone asked Nanami what his friend's look was like that day, he would still be able to describe Satoru's facial expressions in full detail. Because that hateful look never left his memory. Because that day, Y/N broke crumble apart, and none of them realized it until it was too late.

How did Satoru get there? He was looking for Y/N to attend the ceremony when he realized she was no longer with him. He was worried and went through every nook and cranny of the hallway for her. But when he did find her, the reality of what he saw in front of his eyes struck him differently.

She wasn't his. She didn't belong to him. She had left him there to just be with…with that man. She had preferred to spend her time with Nanami in the toilet rather than remain by his side.

He thought he had her. They became so close in such a short time that he felt he was someone special to her. He thought they were actually something. And in that cursed moment, he thought he knew everything better than everyone. He trusted his eyes more than Y/N. So he chose to walk away rather than take two more steps toward Y/N to see the fear in her tearful eyes. He preferred to believe what he wanted to believe instead of the truth. On that particular day of 2019, the strongest of them all could also not win his battle against his demons.

Not knowing anything, Y/N lifted her head off Nanami's chest. Her heart was filled with his regrets, but it felt better. After all, she saw herself as worthy of the pain. She thought that the burden of her sins would be diminished a little with every grief she endured.

"Y/N, I'm not going to ask again; why were you crying?" Nanami's tone was still kind, even though his mind was thinking about finding Satoru, talking to him, and solving misunderstandings before it was too late. But right now, her priority was staying with a friend that needed his help more than that idiot.

In a perfect world where everything was going well, and Y/N saw the world through the pink glasses, she would indeed talk to others about her problems when she was drowning in sadness and let them help her. But it wasn't a perfect world for her. She never got anybody to help her except herself. In all those years, she was the one who held her own hands in every rise and fall. She moved away from Nanami and put her so-called fake smile on her face. "I felt overwhelmed by the crowd; not that big of a deal, Kento."

Nanami's ears heard what she was saying, but his eyes told him otherwise. In front of him was a woman with disheveled hair and traces of mascara on her cheeks. He had seen her crying when she went to the bathroom and heard her screaming from behind the door. That didn't sound overwhelming.

"I'm serious, Kento. There's nothing to worry about," she turned around, opened the faucet, and wiped the traces of mascara off her face with a wet towel. She looked at him through the mirror. "You know this is a women's restroom, right?"

He checked around and seemed to have just realized his surroundings, "But you're not..."

"There is nothing wrong with me, Kento. I'll fix my makeup and will join you all, okay?"

Nanami wanted to protest, but she was lucky the door opened, and a girl walked in and stared at both of them with surprise. So he immediately lowered his head and left.

P…l…ip, pl…op…p…li…p…plop…pli…p…p…lop

Y/N looked at the girl, smiled weakly, then turned around her face and pulled a mascara and a blush out of her purse with her bloody hand. The blood poured down her cheeks, and she felt its coldness on her jaw and neck while applying makeup. But she couldn't care less. Today was the Day of Judgement, and she was repaying her sentence.

By the time Y/N got out, her eyes couldn't find Satoru anywhere. It was as if the world had opened its mouth and swallowed him and his massive amount of cursed energy together.

If he wasn't worried about her, there wasn't any reason why she should care. He can go fuck himself and his dear allies. She went to see the happy couple, congratulated the newlyweds, allowed Mei Mei to compliment her on her dress, and tried not to speak too much to Nanami.

Sweet Shoko was her savior. She took the corner of her dress and dragged her down the bar. She could tell that Y/N was not in normal condition. She was a doctor, Jesus Christ. "Where is Satoru?" She asked casually as she pulled back a bar stool.

Y/N sat down in her seat without exchanging any look, "I don't know." She raised her hand, called the bartender, and ordered a neat Bourbon shot. She needed to appreciate the authentic flavor of the whisky—for better or worse.

Her drink choice and body language told Shoko that the woman beside her had had a rough night. As soon as the bartender laid the glass in front of her, she picked it up and swallowed all at once. Ah, it tasted like blood. She coughed and yet managed to fold her thumb, fourth and fifth fingers and show the bartender number two, "make it double."

P…l…i…p, p…lo…p…p…li…p…p…lop…pli…p…p…l…op

"You should take it slow, Y/N," but she didn't listen to Shoko. She didn't want to take the words from Dr. Smoker. She drank the second glass as soon as the bartender handed her over. "Fill it up."

She would walk as smoothly as the clouds if she could get drunk. She would soak in the peals of laughter and the smiles. Everything would be great. Then why did she have to go through the trouble of remaining sober? To not cause any embarrassment for all mighty Satoru Gojo? Huh! She closed her eyes and sought to erase him from her mind for a moment.

"Aren't you done being a whore?" The man's disgusting tone slapped the truth on her face.

"Fuck off, Naoya!" Shoko hit the bar table, frowning at the man with sharp brown eyes and dyed blond hair.

"It-takes one to know o-ne," Y/N burst into laughter, but the loud music of the dance floor didn't allow her maniacal laugh to reach far. Insanity was a curse in the vast majority, yet she had made hers a blessing to cope with every shit life was ready to throw at her. She had a warrior spirit, a tough one that even a misogynist like Naoya Zenin couldn't break.

"So you accept that you are a whore?" His eyes remained fixed on her as she sipped her drink.

"Naoya!" Shoko had never raised her voice over anyone, but this man pushed all her buttons.

Y/N put her glass on the table, and a soft thump was heard, "everyone's a-whore, Zenin. We just sell diff-erent parts of ourselves." She turned her face and smirked at his face. Being drunk was the best medicine for her. Alcohol switched off her prefrontal cortex and left her brain's foolish but brave part to run her life and mouth. "But-but you know what? I may be a-whore, but I would never…never fuck-you." She closed her eyes, "you-don't match with my-standards!" She leaned her head back, laughed, and laughed.

She didn't notice Naoya stepping up to her. She didn't hear the sound of a chair dragging across the floor. She didn't sense his bitter colon next to her face. She opened her eyes only when he grasped her bruised wrist, and a massive wave of hatred fell on her heart. He lowered his head to whisper, "don't talk too big, woman! Save your mouth for better uses." The look in his brown eyes humiliated her whole being.

Y/N didn't take her eyes off him, but her fingers slowly reached inside her bag to pull for a knife, when suddenly Shoko grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him backward, "seek trouble elsewhere, Naoya!"

He let go of her wrist and then wiped his hand over his coat as if he had touched something dirty. "We'll meet again, and I'll gladly teach you how to behave in the presence of a man." He shrugged, turned around, and went away. But along the way, he didn't miss the chance to wink at Satoru, who had finally shown up.

He approached the bar without even paying attention to Naoya's childish act, where Shoko was staring at Y/N with anxious eyes. He quickened his pace, and when he saw the tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, he bent on his knee in front of her. His gaze fell over her swollen eyes and bruised wrists. "What's happened?"

He reached out to take her, but she quickly distanced herself from him without even looking at his face. "That's-none of your-concern!" She eventually looked at him, and there was only pain for Satoru.

"Y/N," his tone was calm, yet she could taste the anger behind it. He put his hand on his knee and stood in front of her like a god looking down on her.

She's had enough humiliation for one day. She pushed back the stool and rose in front of him, so close to him that she could hear his heart pounding if the music was low. "Iff-it was important for you to know where-I was or what happened to-me, you would…would be with-me!"

"I know exactly where the hell you were and with whom you were! I wasn't with you because you seemed to prefer other men's company over me. I was just waiting for my turn!

Her heart shattered in her chest as his words sank into her skin. The one and the only person she could fully confide in had just broken her to pieces. Everything she ever wanted was being taken away, her present, her future, her very essence of him. She didn't say anything. Weeping was off her list of options. No, she wouldn't give him the pleasure.

She turned her back and fled quickly with her bloody hands clasping her dress. She ran and never stopped. Even when Mei shouted at her to grab the bridal bouquet, she did not slow down and paid no attention to the bouquet that fell next to her shoes on the floor.

If Satoru felt the same way about her, perhaps everybody was right. Maybe she really was a whore.

In the room

Y/N woke up at the touch of a hand on her hip. The bright light of a full moon streamed through the window, casting deep shadows throughout the room. A cold sweat rushed into her forehead, and her hand slowly went to the knife beneath her pillow, but soon his scent filled her mind, and his kiss graced her skin. Familiarity. Hurtful familiarity.

Satoru grabbed her hand and didn't let her seize the knife. When did she put that knife back under her pillow? She felt his lips on her shoulder, softly exploring her nape. She could feel the heat of his body against her back. His shirt was unbuttoned, the muscles in his chest slightly scuffed against her skin as he moved. She didn't push him away. She didn't yell at him. She just laid there without moving, her mind clear of any thoughts.

It was both a blessing and a curse to feel everything through touch. His lips, hands, and body touched hers, but she felt nothing. She prayed to feel anything. Anger, hatred, or even love, but the absolute emptiness embraced her.

His hands rolled her around gently, but her eyes remained still at the window's sight. She didn't look in his eyes. She didn't see his red-rimmed eyes gleaming with traces of sadness. His face was like a flawless painting of regret.

He kissed her bruised wrists. She didn't look. He held her arms down to the bed. She didn't look. He tried to kiss her lips. She didn't open her mouth. He knew he had fucked up. But he didn't know what to do, how to fix it. He leaned over her shoulder and buried his face in the crook of her neck. "You were supp-osed to…supposed to-be mine, Y/N," his voice quivering, soaked with the lucid agony. He was drunken to death. "You-of-all p-eople were suppose-ed never to leave me," his hot breath hit the skin of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. "You…you hate me, don't-you?"

"Let go of me," she begged, but, oh, only in her imagination, because her lips were finished working, her heart had expired, and her mind had gone to hell for the day, and her eyes… her eyes… they were bleeding. His arms were wrapped entirely around her, trying to keep her together through sheer physical force, but it had no use. She was all torn up. Misery was ripping through her. She wanted to scream, protest, accuse Satoru, blame him, and call him a liar, but she couldn't say anything.

She was well aware that she would never be a poem, beautifully written and composed. She would never be a song, remembered and euphonious. She would never be a novel, coherent and captivating. She would forever be an unwritten thought, a half-finished story, a long-forgotten melody, a heartbroken whore. Then why not at least perform the role entrusted to her? She had to keep her client satisfied. At least, it was what a decent whore would do.

She could feel the wet droplets on her shoulder. His eyes were closed, and his nose scrunched up as he couldn't hold it anymore. He curled into her harder, grabbing her forearms rather than her hands. She squinted her eyes shut and tried to hold back her own tears, but seeing him so vulnerable was so hard on her kind but dead heart. She didn't want him to cry. She never wanted him to be sad. "I don't," her lips muttered to help ease him in comfort, even though she didn't want. Why would her lips say something that she shouldn't? Nothing made sense anymore. Y/N knew she was falling, but she didn't care where she would land. Tears fell down her eyes and sullied the pillow.

Satoru heard her shaky breaths and his heart ached with pain. He knew it was his fault. It was wrong for him to judge her. As if his brain had been poisoned to think that she might feel something about Nanami! Naoya had harassed her, and he should have punched his face, but instead, he poured his anger on her. He lifted his head and took her by the chin to see her beautiful face, to show him how sorry he was, but her eyes were closed, and her cheeks were covered in tears. He stooped down and kissed her tears. Kissed them again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again and again, until his throat got filled with the sour taste of her pain.

P…l…i…p, p…l…o…p, p…l…i…p, p…lo…p, pli…p…, p…lop

"I-know you dese-rve someone better, but I love you, Y/N, I… I fucking love you," he said, his voice hoarse, but again she didn't open her eyes or say it back. He was in desperation. He kissed her again, like a madman trying to bring his love back to life with a kiss. The kiss was unbearably fragile and tearful. Their tears mixed, and her fingers clawed for a handhold on the sheets than holding his hands. Her bloody hands clenched the bedding and dyed it red.

Was she still in love with him? There was only one way for him to know. Satoru hopelessly thought that if he could make Y/N feel him again, she wouldn't be sickened to see him; she would love him again and be his again. He closed his eyes in shame, and his hand curved the softness beneath her nightgown. His hand did what it always did, but she didn't open her legs for him.

She thought she was just a whore he wanted to keep by his side; she didn't know he wanted her to be his family, his wife, the mother of his children. She thought she was nothing more than a nice hole for his desires.

"Please, Y/N, please," he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyelids still squeezed to stop the tears and his arm hugging her head. His hand gently opened her legs. She was soft where his fingers were stiff.

She turned her head away, trying to bury her face in the pillow. Tears piled up in her eyes because her body responded to his touch. She pressed her lips together to block her wretched need to call his name. He was all she had, her first love, her only home, her turning point, her last hope, her bitter cure, her ikigai. Yet her body shouldn't have betrayed her. It mustn't.

It wasn't enough for him. Her letting his hand in didn't mean she loved him. No. He needed more. He had to have better proof to stop him from going crazy. His sanity required him to own her heart to ensure that his flesh would be the only one on her mind.

A zipping sound was heard, and it didn't take long before he took her. As deep as he could. To fill her up for both of them to survive the night. She held the sheets tight because everything was going down, down, down. As his body began to move, he tried to look somewhere else. He couldn't bear to see her tears anymore. But he had to watch. He had to face the consequences of his wrongs.

She knew he wanted her to come first, to feel loved by her, but she couldn't give it to her. She couldn't let go of every thought that pursued her to death. So her hollow eyes looked out the window as her body went back and forth beneath his weight. She thought of the moon glittering beautifully in the sky. She stared at the tree across from their window. Was there a sparrow nest on it? The ocean was still out there, right? If she sharpened her ears, could she hear the sound of the waves? What had happened to that little boy's sandcastle? A baby? She wouldn't leave them to suffer like her if she had a family. She would have killed for them. But she had no one. Not even herself.

Suddenly her body stopped moving. The weight on her shifted, and now she could feel the fluid flowing between her legs. Was she bleeding down there too, or was it his…?

He got off of her, and the zipper rising was heard. He sat in front of the window, back to her at the edge of the bed. He had lowered his head and was buttoning his shirt.

Y/N folded her legs in her belly and looked at him. His soft locks of white hair were shining under the moonlight. She would give her everything to turn back the time to last night. But she couldn't, could she? Ah, why she had fallen in love with something she could never have?

"You were right, Y/N," the remorse in his voice stabbed her heart, "we should never have left this room." He stood up, approached the door, and walked out of the room without even raising his head or looking at her. What he had done to her was more than selfishness.

He left, and she drowned between blood-soaked sheets. The irony of fate, she tried to see the glass half full. She went to hell and came back, but finally, her bleeding stopped. She lost everything and paid the ransom, blood for blood.

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໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ RIDE DA D!CK LIKE A CARNIVAL ! ’﹒⺡

geto, choso, gojo, toji, nanami.

જ warnings. fem! reader, riding, cowgirl / reverse, praise, degredation, shotgunning, (toji) overstim, impact play, size kink, unprotected, breeding, cőckwarming, toy usage, nípple play, mdni.

𖢺 CHOSO KAMO.

“princess, wait,” choso huffs out. he leans back, still gradually catching his breath whilst you straddled him. he swallowed thickly, dark irises staring right into yours. his gaze lingers down your body, and he lets off a soft pout at the feeling of being so buried deep into you. “i- i can go again, want you to ride me,” and then he pauses, running a hand through his hair. “oh. i mean—please. if you still have energy.”

“okay baby,” you hum, and your voice was so smooth. the way you called him your baby, it had him so weak. choso stared intently as you playfully give him a soft shove on his back. “just lie back ‘n let me ride you, yeah?”

choso’s heavily panting, he goes mute for a split second and it’s if as words was practically nonexistent for him. with a raring nod, he brings two big hands towards your hips.

“good boy,” you murmur, pressed right up against his ear. you were merely teasing. although, you felt his dick twitch eagerly inside you. choso’s fingers softly stroke against your waist, and he moans once you start to move your hips forward. he’s still so sensitive from before, just barely over the intense mess he made — and now, you were about to make an even bigger one.

“oh f-fuckkk,” he drags out. it was awfully cute, choso’s pitchy deep voice turning out to be far more whiney than he intended. you were gripping him tightly, hugging him with your walls before not even seconds go by and he throws his head back. “yeah, yeahhh. ride me like that, fuck me, fuck me good, princess. please.”

he leans back before groaning at the way your walls grip around him, hugging him so tightly. choso can’t keep his hands off of you, he runs the tips of his fingers against the edges of your waist before pouting. “harder, f-faster.”

you’d giggle, leaning in to kiss his nose. “are you rushing me, baby?”

“n-nooo,” he breathes, and he feels you gradually grinding your hips against him. you stare at choso’s face—beads of sweat race down the sides of his forehead, and he whimpers. “your hips, ‘s killing me. so good,” and he’s just rambling to you by this point. it was adorable, the way his jaw would clench or tighten. the angle you had against him made his mind spiral. his cock reached deep, hitting all the right spots to even elicit a sweet moan or two from you as well.

choso’s panting, you playfully run a finger down his bare chest and he grunts. you had an compelling rhythm, making him only want you more. he lets off a sweet whine once you lean right up to his ear, whispering a sweet, “don’t be shy, baby. you can hold my hips.”

“fuck y-your voice ‘s gonna make me cum,” he babbles, bringing his rough hands towards your waist once more. he was so cute, far sensitive from his recent release. choso was gentle with his touch but his fingers were no stranger towards your body, roaming all over your hips sensually.

the sounds your pussy made in retaliation, squelch after squelch — it rang in his ears. it drove him dizzy, his mind was in for a loop.

choso’s eyes sexily roll back, and a tiny smile presses against his lips. you watch as he removes one hand from your waist, reaching above him to hold onto the headboard. his biceps, they curled and flexed and it made you stare a bit too long.

“how’s it feel? is it good?” you’d hum, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of his mouth. his lips twitch, and it's so cute.

“you always make me feel good, princess,” he huffs out, one arm wrapping around you. your rhythm . . it was purely hypnotizing, you knew just how to take him.

so much of his inches burying into you, you made sure not to bounce your hips but grind. adding just a bit of pressure—he loves when you start to get a bit sloppy. the way he’s leaning back, it was unintentionally attractive.

it doesn’t take long before choso was approaching another heavily anticipated orgasm. he felt it, and he squeezed your hips with a cute needy look in his eyes. “i-i’m gonna make a mess again,” and his breathing cutely picks up. choso pulls you closer towards him. you don’t expect for him to bring his mouth towards your chest, softly lapping his tongue against your perky nipples. “gonna, ‘m gonna cum.”

“m-make a mess for me, baby,” you moaned, making your hips slow down just a bit so he could stimulate your nipples with his tongue. “it’s okay.”

your words were so smooth, he got off to simply your tone. it was building up and up—his thigh continued to bounce. and for yet a second time, he whimpers out once he feels himself pouring inside of you. a thick stringy load, ropes and ropes of his cum filling inside of your sweet cunt.

“f-fuck,” he’d whine, and it was as if everytime choso sweared, it made him ten times cuter. you giggle, panting yourself before kissing near his nose. choso’s eyes—he could barely keep them open. “ride me,” he pauses between his words, and you watch as he leans back, bringing a hand towards between your legs to feel his mess he created inside you. “ride me again, and a-again, and again….please.”

𖢺 NANAMI KENTO.

with nanami, he prefers for you to ride him whenever — especially whenever he gets home from work. a long tiring day at work, he loves coming home to you in hopes that you’d ride all of his pent up stress away. and you certainly do, happily.

“i missed my wife,” he’d grumble, and he was so knackered. you could hear it in his voice, whenever nanami was a bit drowsy his tone would deepen a bit. he was so tender with his touch against your hips. softly tracing against your skin to make you nearly lose your mind. “and i really missed these hips.”

you sat still with nanami’s dick being stuffed deep inside of your pussy. just a single move and he’d be even deeper. the thought of that made you salivate. he knew he was big just as much as you did. always the perfect size for you, never otherwise.

“good girl. get niiiice ‘n comfortable for me, okay?” and his words went straight down between your legs, you let off a moan once you buried your face into his neck. his strong scented cologne he had on all day at work wafts against your nose.

“okay…okay,” you’d mutter, feeling his big hands make its way towards your ass. he was always so handsy, allowing his rough hands to meander and roam all over your rear. you shiver a bit, feeling the coldness of his watch band run across your skin. “s-so big, kento.”

“ah. don’t hide that pretty face from me my love,” he’d purr, making you sit upright to face him. once you start to move—he grips your waist with one hand, another cupping your face.

nanami brings you into a loving kiss the moment you start to jerk your hips forward. you moan into his mouth, skimming your tongue against his and he even grunts lowly. a smile pokes near the corner of his lips before you hear him chuckle.

he adored how weak he had you for him, your hips stutter the more he swiftly runs a finger against your waist. once he pulls away, strings of pretty spit departing — he huffs out a sweet, “are you gonna move or do i have to do all the work like usual, sweetheart?”

“s-sorry,” you’d pant, and he was merely teasing. nanami simpers at the cute pout spreading on your lips and you start to adapt to a sweet sweet rhythm. he was so thick, stretching out your walls with such ease. nanami groans, he was still in his work clothes. long black slacks of his were just lazily pulled down and he had a button up shirt. his worn out collar was covered with nothing but a few smeared marks of your lipstick. “f-fuckkk, kento.”

nanami’s breath gets caught in his throat, feeling how wisely you used your hips against him. the lights in the room were dim. a few sweetened candles lit, the perfect romantic scene.

nanami stared at you with such a look of love, a soft smirk purses on his lips before he pulls you closer towards him.

“always know how to make me feel good, my love,” he murmurs against your ear. his voice was a low rasp. nanami’s face started to get a bit flustered once you started to moan directly into his ear. “i know, i knowww,” and he was talking you through everything in that smooth rich voice. it got you ten times wetter than you already were. you didn’t even know if that was possible. “keep looking at me, sweetheart. i wanna get lost in my wife’s pretty eyes.”

your started to whine once his dick reaches a pivotal spot. so deep, you feel him expand anywhere and everywhere like it was nothing. as you stared into his pretty brown eyes, you quickened your pace by a few simple thrusts. nanami returns your gaze, and he’s so in love that he can’t help but smile as you’re completely losing yourself on him.

“kento, k-kento, ‘m gonna cum soon,” you’d start to babble after a while—you felt a bit woozy, leaning into his neck to softly suck against his skin. you nipped near the inner part of his collarbone, and he lets off a low groan. nanami leans back a little, just a little… and once he feels you grind in a back and forth motion he nearly loses it. so slow, the repetitive motion made his jaw tighten. you slip out a whimper once his cock prods against your g-spot, and your hands yank onto the fabric of his shirt.

“the pretty girl’s gonna cum on me, hm?” nanami teases, feeling you spread your legs against him a little bit. he brings a kiss towards your chin before bringing both hands towards your waist again. “look at that face, so cute ‘n needy,” and he can’t help but kiss you again. as you rocked back and forth, rotating your hips in long circles . . . he starts to pant himself. you start to nibble on his tongue and he chuckles, squeezing your waist before you whimpered.

once you came, it was so powerful. a bundle of nerves coursing all through your veins—you were speechless, breaking away from his lips before wrapping your arms around nanami. he found it cute at how you came a bit earlier than usual, but nonetheless he still made sure to praise you. “what a good girl,” he mutters in a husky voice before softly caressing your ass. “my good girl.”

𖢺 GOJO SATORU.

“pft. girl pleaseee,” gojo scoffs with a snort. he was so sassy, way too sassy for even his own good. he leaned back against the chair as you straddled his lap. “you wanna ride me while i wear my blindfold? easy, knock yourself out.”

“and you can’t touch me either,” you roll your eyes at him. he snickers with an attitude, not used to people matching his cocky energy.

a pout goes on his lips before he mutters, “whatever….fine,” and it’s so cute. he loved touching you whenever you rode him, so you can just imagine how he’d act right now. gojo sits up straight, and he watches as you drag his blindfold that was half on his face—moving it right down to shield his eyes. he can practically feel you glaring at him and he grumbles. “i won’t cheat or try anything, hmph.”

“good satoru.”

“the nerve,” he grouses cutely. “shut up.”

gojo grows quiet the moment you start to align yourself, he was definitely long. long and lengthy, staggering inches that was enough to stretch you out for hours. not even a second goes by and he whines once you make him pin his arms back.

perhaps he was a bit too cocky though, because he desperately wanted to grab onto your waist whilst you rode him. his tip was leaky, dripping profusely with his own pre-cum. his breathing was slow, becoming a bit irregular once you started to gradually sink down on his length.

“aw. for the strongest, he’s got such a cute little pout.” you tease, and he lets off a choked gasp once you start to move. you’d bet money gojo was glaring at you - but his eyes were hidden away, so you’d have no idea.

that made you smile, he lets off a husky groan the moment he feels you create up a slow yet steady pace. whether he wanted to admit it or not, gojo was no match for your hips. your hips, probably the only thing he’d fight against and lose. proudly though, he loved having you on top—despite being a brat about it or not. “heh, baby, if you’re gonna fuck me, go faster would ya? ‘m gonna fall asleep at this r-rate.”

and he literally eats his words the moment you push him back against the cushion. he found you doing things like this to be so hot. your pussy had him in a chokehold, no doubt. your torso was upright and your thighs briefly moved with your movements in sync. this angle, it had his head spinning. he wanted to touch you so bad, to see your face — but he couldn’t, and it made him pout even more.

“mhm. lot better.”

“do you ever shut up?” you snicker, leaning in to kiss near the corn ever of his mouth.

“so r-rude,” he’d moan, and he had to admit he was always quite talkative. especially during intimate times like this. each time you pressed a wet kisses against his mouth, his lips would twitch. he wanted more and more, becoming entirely greedy for more of your sweet touch. he was so shoved deep inside you, you felt him reach everywhere. his dick twitched inside you in more ways than you could count. “lucky i can’t see you right now. bet you got the most s-stupidest look on your face.”

“maybe i should have taped your mouth shut too.” you roll your eyes, swaying your hips in a circular addicting motion. it made gojo moan, his thighs aching for more as you continuously went against him.

“damn, that’s—kinda kinky,” he murmurs in a low tone, huffing out a single breath. “maybe you should have.”

despite gojo putting up a pompous front, trying to act like he’s not about to cum for the umpteenth time—you kiss near his neck to make him let off a moan. “you wanna touch me so bad.”you whisper, licking near his neck to hear his breathing hitch. you’re steady with your hips, and he swallows thickly before feeling himself start to approach that familiar finish. you’re so pressed up against him, your body heat forevermore clashes against his. the moment you jerk forward for about the dozenth time, gojo whines before he ends up shooting inside your cunt.

he’s panting heavily, heaving as he trickles ropes inside of you — you moan yourself as he stays still. your hips pause and he feels the tips of his ears grow a scorching hot. “i can feel ya smiling at me,” he grumbles, his abs flexing the more huffed breaths he took. you smile, kissing underneath his chin for a final time before removing his blindfold. his hair was all messy and ruffled, and gojo’s face grows flustered. “…don’t look at me like that. i’d still top you any day.”

“okay, princess. whatever you say..”

“….”

𖢺 SUGURU GETO.

“go ahead ‘n lie back,” he murmurs in a soft smooth voice. a voice that had you soaking from underneath. your panties were still on, just barely though.

with strings lazily pulled to the side, you were propped up against geto and he has his chin softly resting on your collarbone.

“good girl,” he whispers once your back meets direct contact with his chest. by this point, you were basically cockwarming him. he stood tall and still inside you—geto groans, nipping a kiss near the inner part of your neck before uttering, “you have that toy i bought for you, angel?”

“y-yes,” you immediately reply. your voice was so shaky and soft. just a few touches from geto and you were easily stumbling over your words.

he feels you reach beside him, near the nightstand to grab the pretty pink wand he bought you as a surprise. not even wanting to waste time, you turn the switch on and with a loud buzz — it vibrates a singing tune.

“suguru,” you’d whimper out, trying to move your hips but he holds you steady in place. “can i move please?”

“you may,” he says in a low undertone. he brings a hand over you and grabs onto your wrist. you let off a moan once he holds the toy with you, bringing it between your achey clit. “spread your legs a little bit more for me. good, perfect.”

you gasp, feeling him gently rub the head of the toy against your clit whilst you were starting to grind. geto groans, feeling your left hand dig into his thigh.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d sob out, your lips cutely pursing together. he was very much thick, your thighs quivered and quavered from the sensitive stimulation. “fuck, ‘s good. turn it up a little more p-pretty please.”

he smiles, hearing you use such graceful manners like a good girl — his good girl.

geto goes through with your wish, turning the level up a single notch and you moan. sucking in a sharp breath, this position was so lewd. riding geto in reverse, it was heavily g-spot friendly. you went slow, moving your hips in the same recurrent rotation. it makes him bite his lip, his eyes flickering down towards your ass.

“so good for me,” he whispers against your ear. yet that’s when geto pulls you closer into him, biting softly near your neck. the vibrations had you trembling all in his lap, every nerve throughout your body, you felt its presence introduce itself.

geto snickers, feeling you grab onto his hand, moving the toy up and down against the entrance of your clit. in such a sensual manner too—he starts to whisper such filthy things against your ear while you’re getting off. “hear how wet you are for me, baby? so sloppy. pussy’s just talkin’ back to me. no fuckin’ manners, ‘s kinda cute.”

his words, it was so dirty.

you could barely process anything. you panted, staring right in front where a mirror was stood tall. the lewd reflection of you, you’re laid back against geto’s bare chest, slowly rotating your hips. your legs start to shake more and more from the toy’s vibration. teeth clenching, eyelids lowering, it was purely euphoric..

geto’s knees were raised just a bit to better support himself, and he brings a hand around your waist. his touch, it never failed to make you weak. he filled your pussy up with so many thick inches of his cock, his girth nearly had you drooling.

“easy, girl,” he whispers once you start to fasten your pace a bit. you were getting so close, you could taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue. his words stirred up butterflies in your stomach, and you moan once geto moves the toy aside just to take matters into his own hands. he starts to rub against your slick entrance himself, feeling just how soaked you were, mindlessly throbbing.

if it was anything geto was good with, it was his fingers. he snickers against your ear, maneuvering sweet circles against your cunt before your thighs start to lock and tremble. by this point, you were slowing down and you whimpered, feeling a familiar feeling brew up.

milliseconds later, he coaxed an orgasm out of you like it was nothing. your body felt limp, and you cutely went back against him, pant after pant. “awww,” geto hums, and his dick remains still inside of you. geto removed his lengthy fingers, only to bring them towards your face. “open wide for me, baby. taste how much of a mess you made on me,” and without a second of hesitation, you part your lips, moving your tongue, and take his fingers right into your mouth. you moaned, making your hips start up again because you wanted more — it was salacious, tasting your sweetness all on his fingers, lapping it up. “such a messy baby. should make you clean my cock up next with that pretty tongue of yours.”

𖢺 TOJI FUSHIGURO.

with toji, he’d have you riding him whilst he’s watching some movie or tv show. it’s playing in the background, and he has to keep turning the volume up notch after notch to drown out your cute moans. “doll, y’er gonna make me miss the good part.”

you huff out a single hitched breath, wrapping your arms over him. it was your idea to ride him, he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. toji was smoking too — a perfectly rolled up blunt sticking out near the corner of his lips. toji brings a rough hand towards your head, giving you a stiff pat.

he was so big, regardless of how many countless times you took him. you could never get used to his size. his cock stretched your walls out so easily, it had you drooling for more.

his base thwacked against you the more you piston your hips, moving back and forth in a repetitive rhythm. toji’s attention was mainly focused on the movie, a raspy chortle leaving his lips from the cheesy written dialogue.

he spots you glaring at him and he smirks. “what? can’t you see i’m busy.”

“pay attention to me,” you whine, and toji only snickers at your cute needy tone. your pussy wrapped around him, a tight snug and an even more perfect fit. your rhythm was smooth, it was a perfect mixture of not too slow — yet not too fast either.

as you stared into toji’s dark eyes, his senses was severely heightened and he takes the blunt from his lips before raising a brow. “gimme a kiss.”

“eh. don’t gotta give you shit,” he mocks your tone, making a pout form in your lips. he was such an insufferable tease, his left hand spanks your ass sharply, earning out a sweet whimper from you. toji caresses it afterwards, only to spank it again. “say pretty please. go ‘head, talk to me nice, little girl.”

you cutely glare before looking down, clawing near his perfectly toned chest. “i— can i have a kiss, pretty please?”

“it’s may i, not can i.”

“toji!”

he slyly smiles, rolling his dark green eyes. “i’m just fuckin’ with you,” and he brings a hand towards your ass yet again. his touch was so smooth, tracing your curves gingerly all against your waist. “c’mere ’n open y’er mouth.” he was balls deep, buried to the hilt and he lightly groans from feeling your warmth swallow him.

you were so toasty inside, you inch closer towards his face before opening your mouth slightly. toji licks his lips briefly, his tongue dragging against his scar before he blows smoke right into your mouth. you whine again from his teasing and he smirks. “oh. the baby’s still not satisfied?”

“want a kiss,” you pout, your weight just hovering over him. he felt your rhythm slow down and he chuckles — seeing you grow frustrated with your eyebrows curling into an irritated furrow. toji grabs your chin, and he pulls you right into him. you moaned, feeling him smack your ass to start riding him again. “t-toji please.”

“such a needy baby. always wanting a kiss,” and he gives you that kiss you so desperately yearned for. you whimper in his mouth, tasting how sweet he was. he places his blunt back near his tray and you were handsy, wrapping both arms over him. he chuckles, feeling you start to rock against him, his swollen cock was so fat inside of you—you just imagined the thought of him dumping yet another sloppy load into you. toji grunts, feeling you start to suck on his tongue, he leans back against the sofa while you deepen the kiss even further.

he groans, a hand curling around your throat, softly running a finger down the middle part of your neck before he briefly pulls away. toji’s eyes were half-lidded and right before he was about to finish inside of you, he pushes you aside to stare at the movie. black end credits were rolling and he grumbles. “tch. made me miss the ending.”

“s-sorry.” you mumble, catching your breath. you clearly wanted more . . still, he was stuffing you full with thick inches of his cock. you let off a gasp once toji lightly jostled you off of him. you land with a ‘oof’ — face flat on the sofa before he brings your ass a spank.

“yeah right,” he grumbles, grabbing his blunt again to stick it right between his teeth. he sucks through the air of the joint before groaning at your teasing arch. “know one way you can make it up to me. jus’ bend over ‘n face straight just for me, girl.”

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svuguru · 3 months

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Satoru making it fit with his cute lil stepsis . . . ꨄ︎

⤹ "Can't, 'toru, 's too much !" you whine, pulling at the bedsheets as you look down at Satoru who's slowly inching himself in.

"Shh... Shh, baby, 's barely the tip," he laughs, his hand gently caressing your tear stained cheek. You squirm, throwing your head from side to side, your lower lip trembling and fixed into a pout.

"C-Can- *hic* can't do it, 'toru... 's too big, won' fit!" You tell him as your other hand begins to tug at his white short sleeve t-shirt, tears still falling from your lash line even though it's been almost ten minutes of him trying to make it fit.

"s why we'll make it fit, dolly," Satoru gently slides his fat cock into your warm, tight cunt and you're already gassping and whining at the intensity.

"toru, 's so big!" You gasp, mouth formed into a sweet "O" shape, your other hand now flying to his other sleeve.

"I know, but you can take it, yeah? Take it like a good girl for your big stepbrother."

#tw dark content #tw stepcest #tw sex #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #gojo x you

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getodrools · 3 months

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𐙚 DRUNK IN LOVE. VARIOUS J. KAISEN! — in which, getting tipsy with your boyfriend is fun! especially when your eyes begin to glaze over with a little need…

PAIRINGS. bf! gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso x f! reader

| 𝓲. | MDNI ৎ୭ separate smut. hcs and pov. dub con (only cuz both parties are drunk/tipsy) but this is all consensual sex. GOJO: dry humping, spanking, premature cumshot/creampie, he's whiney. GETO: public/bathroom sex, cunnilingus, squirting, he eats it from the back, almost anal? (oops!), he gets nasty. NANAMI: shower sex, cock warming, marking. TOJI: public/car sex, belly bulge, cervix fucking, pussy spanking, fingering. CHOSO: scent kink, dry humping, breeding, it's the curse in him istg, he's also vv whiney.

WORD COUNT –> est 2.4k+

໒꒰ྀི｡•̀ᴗ-꒱ྀི 🗞 OK OK i was obv listening to bae and was rlly inspired to write this ♡ it's kinda sappy and rlly horne ;o

⟡ | SATORU GOJO!

you both know he is a lightweight! gojo can't handle a single shot without tipping a little off to the side… gojo is always extra playful when he gets cold on rocks. he'd giggle and swoon easily – or try to annoy you and make you flustered more than he was before he'd start to mumble off… haggard and glued to you with nimble ideas spontaneously popping in his head, and you'd catch the bright flicker in his blue hues…

it's unavoidable once that switch blows off -- he's unavoidable when crapulous thoughts begin to brew.

gojo has a more dewy glow, almost sweating when he'd start to feel his cock growing in tight confines with little room – embarrassing for someone like him… he'd start to twitch and not just his hands. it'd make his cheeks kiss with a soft pink and pretty eyes to hood low when blood rushed faster the longer he gazed at you. he'd lean back, a little more relaxed with limbs more loose; legs spreading wider, and arms flinging over a shoulder and chair as if all hopes weren't on his own.

but oh, that damn tilt he'd sweep his head down with was evil! he'd peek right over at you through heavy lashes as his hair would cascade like it was payed, even a lose smirk annoyingly pokes at you… gojo couldn't help but squeeze at himself playfully when he'd try to bite at his lip, but the smile growing was unmeasurably too mischievous to hold back when you'd play along...

oh. this was horny sex.

your chest was mashed straight into the first wall of your house – the walk back from your usual date night was just as nasty; he couldn't stop poking and slapping at your ass all the way through… – now sandwiched as his own was pinned into your back, melting right into you, even spiked breath panting at the shell of your ear you could taste… it was sticky.

gojo kept himself stapled against you with no simple movement – it was a burning rub between you both. with his prodding dick meat bulging from his pant leg to the globes of your ass was like a hungry fly in honey. embraced so tightly he'd wind his hips in sync with yours to keep at it, mirroring you as hands fumble to dig at the soft curvature of your hips; squeezing before roving down the valley of your legs.

between fleshy thighs until rough fingers prodded at your wet and exposed lips. gojo chuckled roughly, and without being gentle he started to rub the sensitive skin.

“wanna… 'm gonna fuck you so — hard.” the little shimmy you poke your ass out with in response was like cables to a car, to his engines firing off – giving you a mean swat. gasping between succinct sensations; his free hand was pinching through the front of your dress, hooking a finger beneath to toy at the puffy hood of your clit… pleasure riding close with delicious ache; still all while the other would drag welts across supple skin.

his kisses were dragging; tongue lapping sloppily against the side of your face with soft lips and almost teeth following. anything after was a subtle shift of piling hot need…

booting your legs further open to pry intentions. your cocktail dress was frilled over your ass. the cold air helped your buzz but the wwhiplash of fat meat irresistibly prodding at your sopping hole tinkered something else in your brain…

he was quick.

he felt thicker as he hotdogged himself between perk your ass. he was eager.

if you could give a peek over your shoulder to see the oozing bulbous tip, you would, and drool… but satoru kept his head at your temple, cheek to cheek, mushing right against you like he was stuck. the wall in front of you seemed to do the same, yet cooled off burning skin as you clung to it.

whispering sweet nothings, “hheeh, i’m cummingg.” gojo chuckled, almost bantering into a whine as battered spunk ribbons out across ridden flesh; hips jutting and without second thought he was dipping his tip between the slippery folds of your cunt. cum still oozing and pushing into you.

your hips rock and your sopping pussy clenches. uttering out long symbols of incoherent spews.

you could feel all of him; tipsy or not, he always filled you up, but inch through inch now felt deeper, practically feeling his hot knot warming you up.

gojo fucked right up into you ‘'til you both gave out – pulling at your arms through orgasm after another… you'd dog at each other until sunrise. clothes lost, and living room torn, and the dining wall stained with your lipstick and sweat prints of your figure…

⟡ | SUGURU GETO!

suguru can handle a few tall glasses before his bangs start to stick to his face. his hair would fall loosely and he'd run lithe fingers through it; flip it to the side, part it, twist it, even tuck some behind his ear – he looks like a nervous schoolgirl when he's buzzed! it's a small safe haven for him – noticing how he can't help but trace along your skin too and squeeze at for reassurance, seeming that's what he craves in a state like this…

he's unusually quiet but just as annoying; tilting his head, hair would fall right over his face but that doesn't stop him from smothering you with kisses. he thinks he looks like a prince kissing his princess – embarrassingly trying to be romantic with lopsided jokes and corny pickup lines. only covering them up with battering doe eyes.

suguru’s eyes tend to lay low and when he'd settle from the first stage of being tipsy – the giggling, the fun… he'd sit with a deep stare. he looks like he's pondering heavily as legs are sprawled wide across from you, and roven jet hair curtaining over most delicate, glowing features. it's soft at first glance; his brows winding up and lips pouting makes him look gentle, but sunken eyes fire off a different disguise… he'd stare at you intently but his lips would curl invitingly — well more of the bulge prodding between bouncing thighs...

it'd make you nervous – a powerful man like him would make anyone nervous. but you knew that feral gaze. it was a killer, and he knew it sparked you up too, a signal for the go, and one move was all you needed to be pounced on. he gets filthy when you gave him the cue.

“getoo... someone is goiing to see.” your hand squeezes at that one playing a dangerous game between your legs, and yet you spread them just a little wider…

too many people crowd the pleasant restaurant geto took you to for a few drinks – nothing more, he said… now his fingers lock into a hook right up your pussy beneath the table. the drinks and plates crowd at the table too, almost hidden in a leather, private booth but your faces were quite the contrary… you bat a worried look but it quickly sulks into a pinch; your eyes shut and lips squeeze in, sucking up that moan threatening to spill out.

suguru slurs. he yearns to feel your cunt sucking him up you right now, almost whining over it… you were right though, no doubt, he was—is making a scene the longer his tongue lapped at your neck like a dog… but it's all he was thinking about; spreading your pussy wide between his fingers – it's such a sight he adores, his eyes even flutter close and chin rests at your shoulder just to image it while your folds silk around him as he plunges working hands beneath your dress.

“heh, ‘s… ‘s ok… -- then let's go somewhere no one— heh, can…” the rogue hics…

. . .

“oh my god— suguru!” your eyes peel back wide as those teasing hands now smash down on your two doughy globes; spreading the supple skin wide just for himself.

he hums and his tongue doesn't hesitate to slide right between them.

your spine shivers at the slime delving between your puffy folds; the swirling of his wet muscle pokes in and flicks up – fucking you raw with his tongue. hot breath sticks to your skin and he almost gasps forgetting to breathe himself, too lost in lapping up the sticky web clinging to your sopping cunt.

you hold dear to the stall with one hand as the other locks a good chunk of hair at the back of his head. you groan as you mush his face closer ‘til the point of his nose tickles at your perk hole. suguru didn't need help but it was hot how needy you were, and it fired him right off the ecstasy cliff.

your eyes pop open wide, feeling him filthy glide up and around and past your perk hole… this was virtuously him, drunk and eating your ass in a bathroom stall… and it was making his dick stiffer by the second.

he bit at the tender flesh, gave it a jiggle, and went back in for more.

suguru knows all he needed was his working mouth to make you fall pliant. you know that too, already feeling your stomach coiling the longer he kept at it; his pace was frantic, yet knew where exactly to set a frenzy.

clapping a hand over your ridden mouth, your knees hook inward and your heart jumps. cunt quivering around nothing in desperate need, he pops a finger in just to feel you spasm… glistening a stream down the strong of his forearm you both pant.

heavy breaths escaped your mouth in short, quick gasps — in rough timing with the movements of your boyfriend continuing to fondle every inch behind you… suguru spat out a wad of spit; adding to the mess, sloppy as is, he tracks it and slurps it back up. the squelching and bubbles foaming echoed as he tongued harder past all your sopping openings, up your spine, and to the soft curvature of your neck.

“wow-- suguru… you're so— oh!” the tall brunette giggles and taps his cock head at your perk, now messy hole.

your hand instinctively grabs at his base, “oh–! not in a… bathroom… y-you wish.” he's too big, and you're too drunk to deal with such a mighty stretch at the moment…

“w-when we-- we get home… sit on my dick? then– please?” geto whines.

⟡ | KENTO NANAMI!

nanami will sip… and sip… and continue to sip on his “only one glass.” ‘til he notices that said glass has now turned into five – somehow. he can't keep up with himself! having such a strong subconscious of being responsible and yet, you'd still have to try to swat at his hands when he'd reach to pour another thinking he can pay attention himself! (he just feels extra relaxed with you is all).

nanami tends to get tipsier than flat-out drunk and when he does, he's surprisingly more laid back. a damper smile fading into features and more hand movement when he rambles on about life. never about work, or anything burdening his spirit – only just between you both. he'd fall pliant into you with future thoughts… he gets sappy.

his tie loosens up and a few buttons are popped from his suit, even his signature glasses get folded and stuffed somewhere. the more content he gets, the more he feels the atmosphere; he'd start to let it sink in, watching and admiring details more finely – like your beauty flaunting up front or to your little giggles – it all relaxes him.

he'd admire sometimes too hard. the liquor catching up. and he'd probably put his glasses back on to hide the droop and hard stare, but they'd steam up as his body does… nanami always gets extra hot when it would burn down his throat, even goring eyes to doe, blonde hair now getting shaggy out from its soft gel, and even his cock gets stiffer than a wedding dick…

“don't fall!” you shout with a giggle as your naked bodies slip around in soap, fondling ever so closely.

“only for you.” nanami almost rolls his eyes at his own line but you suck it right up with a bright smile, just how your cunt sucks his cock right up, warming his base with a sort of adore.

it's been a night, and nanami brought the idea up – a romantic. delicious home-cooked food and a few glasses of wine, tipsy and giggly, now playing around in the shower after a long night, soapy and just as giggly… and with sexes warming each other was just the cherry at the top.

your back presses firm into the marble walls and he doesn't let you worry about the rest of yourself; cradling your lower half close with a strong grip at your thighs that hook around the small of his waist. nanami planted himself between the sweet heat of your legs, bucking a slow rhythm in and out of your cunt, sometimes burying a little too deep your head almost crashes with his…

oh, you both were feeling this… the music from earlier still playing in the living room chants shallowly into the bathroom, both of you were tipsy and just together laughing, fucking raw and loving, cleaning each other through kisses too… content and full, you purr.

“you're so… beautiful. you are like-- no words can explain… you're so—” he was turning red like a little girl. he gets so bubbly when liquor rides his system, but it's softening to see this overwrought man finally loosened up...

“you too.” you're gentle with him… a soft rock in your hips rides up to his pelvis and down to his base. the pudgy walls sucking him in makes the blonde groan, even his head falls snug between the welcoming of your shoulder and neck. pecking ever so gently…

your soapy hands feather up and down nanami’s broad back as stiff dick-meat fills you up. spongey folds slurping wetly around the fat crown adorning your womanhood with a sudden pace – unhurried but enough to feel every nth inch pressing deeply into you.

exactly how this moment intended it to get.

his cock pumps with a soft throb, almost in sync with your walls clenching around him then and here… kento goes on to rock his hips, dragging out achingly longer than intended; too lost in the lodge of his cock stuffing your cunt full when he'd nudge himself right back in – firmly embedding nth throbbing inches of thick pale flesh into your sopping cunt…

“yeah…” he smothers close to you.

biting down a baring mark at your shoulder, you giggle at the sharp teeth skimming at your skin, “don't eat me now.” he hucks a chuckle with you, and he just might the way you cling to him.

“don't tempt me, sweetheart…” nanami still buzzed with a fizz in his brain, seeing how he drooped a nimble smile at you.

panting, his breath fans at the plump of your cheek, whispering sweet nothings as the flow of water trickles between your clashing bodies. a slosh began the longer he kept at it. he nibbles at your bottom lip, playing idly with nimble tongues, and he bucks up into you ‘till the warm water fogged the mirrors…

⟡ | TOJI FUSHIGURO!

you joke how he just might get a beer belly the way he can chug down a liter… and toji would joke right back and still chug another down, again. the older fushiguro doesn't drink much but when he does and has the chance to, he's like an irish man lonely in a pub. he's looking for fun mostly.

toji grumbles, a lot. he’d keep his head locked between stiff shoulders and peer down at his glass, mumbling on about something and anything. he's a brute, cold-stoned usually, sometimes playful… --playful?! he has a set of damn dirty paws on him when he's drinking, and he's fully aware how nasty he can and does get.

toji keeps his tongue playing at his scar when he looks at you; sweat beading at his hairline, and hair itself jostled around almost spiked and fluffed. he looks more haggard than normal; more scruffy and gruff, his build tensing up yet it shamelessly suits him when he hackles. it's manly. and it turns you on. it turns him on that your turned on.

toji has a foul mouth on him too. he gets more verbal, a little more daring with you. almost like his dick is doing all the thinking for instead. even getting bold by mocking to put a baby in you…

toji knew that look. it was more heavier than usual, no less burning. you flaunted it across the bar after a few shots deep into your fun date night, and he couldn't help but drag you outside to fix it.

“toji!” you slur with a pitch. hands slapping around at the windows and legs kicking at the roof… he would've fucked you just as hard over the bar table if he could right then and there, but you both settled into his truck not too far — in the parking lot off the side…

toji pushes his cock deep into you with a force – a kind of drunken power that makes him forget he's a strong man—too strong to just pound into you like a flesh toy… almost breaking a pelvis, he steadies your legs above your head and onto his shoulders, forcing a thick print to knot up. the bulge of his cock-head bashes right against your perk cervix when he found a good footing on the back seat.

struggling to fit his nth-inch bitch breaker into the vice of your cunt, you practically howl. this was a horny, raw fuck… the small space reeked with pure sex the longer you huffed into each other's mouths and it almost added to the high…

the sheer milk creaming and rolling down the thick shaft he pumps with was quickly swallowed up once more as he buried himself back in, stuffing you to the hilt. the car shook on its tires and the windows blurred.

pressing all the way into your guts, you felt lightheaded under the pressure of it all. cunt being abused from below, the jabbing of each inch of his hulking slab of dick-meat at a time deepened — movements in urgency as he worked your pussy wide. you tried your best to work with him, rolling your hips and raising them in time with his jagged gyrations but he held you down. sawing into your slit with haste.

booze impaired your judgment, no doubt, so you didn't notice the figure hovering at the window…

“hey! get outta here with that, you fucking animals!” the owner of the bar tapped his knuckles at the glass. it made you scream, flinch, and huddle into toji’s arm. toji himself didn't move, cock still firm and buried in you... but, he groaned – the audacity to interrupt his session with you, and he looks up; his face pearling with sweat, lips parted and panting, eyes low, not even snapping wide at the owner.

he pops himself out and the owner himself flinched, looking away quickly from the sheer mass dangling between your legs.

‘holy fuck, what. she takes all that?…’

. . .

you giggle into your hands and toji himself gave what happened a good chuckle as he drove off…

“nah, nono... don't think we're done.” toji keeps one hand firm at the steering wheel as the other finds itself back between your legs; slapping them open to give your pussy a good spank before popping a haste finger in. you groan and twist at the electric grope tingling up your spine.

the force of pumping his fingers into you lead to an instinctive bodily reaction, “pretty pussy still wet f’me.” he groans with you, missing the warmth you coated him with. his mouth waters and cock still twitches, but now it aches in tight confines… blue balled in his own damn car… feeling his balls spring up so tightly, ready to just pop, now his groin was left tense and waiting hungrily.

still tipsy and giggly – though he always has had a set of paws when it came to you… so, every stop sign and red light, his fingers played harder between your legs ‘till you both got home… finally left uninterrupted.

⟡ | CHOSO KAMO!

when choso drinks (which is rarely) he is always bound to get tipsy, never flat-out drunk. he enjoys a casual glass of wine here and there, especially when it's only you two. he feels a lot safer near someone (you) who he trusts to see him in such a ridden state.

but he only drinks with you because he knows (you both evidently know) how he can and does get. a sort of “you are women. i am man. we sex.” primal sense kicks into him like a dog. his body is constantly reminding him he has a dick and you have a sopping pussy he could dip right into. he's just meant to pop its knot into you and when he's boozed off the rocks it's all he could think of. it's like the curse in him trying to come out and the liquor riding through his system doesn't help – in his moral case.

choso peaks through fallen bangs; his hair lets loose and gorges into a mess. his eyes burn, almost a cry coming from him. he gets desperate and sweaty, a sort of glow than his usual sulk marinates at his features instead. he paces a little too, the alcohol swimming in his blood makes him shift around a lot; legs spreading open and closing or tapping together, his shoulders dropping, back straightened or hunched, and even to his hands try hard to keep off from you but they never seem to anyways.

choso is usually tame, quiet, and bordering on innocent with high care for his family. but he can become brutally honest. no matter how hard he tries to act fully human, that hard liquor always punches his curse straight in the face and breaks it out of him. as if that's all he ever was. every time. he'd tell you everything, to secrets, to stupid jokes, or how hard you get him, and how badly he needs to flip this table over and fuck you widely until your full.

your hips roll in a slow rhythm, sometimes catching the bump in choso’s pants between your legs...

cruising your clothed cunt against the bare skin of pale thick meat, it was almost antagonizing the way you played with him… lacey panties thin enough to feel your slick ooze through and gloss his shaft, even feeling lips kiss at the soft skin that rolls up and hides his bulbous, blushing tip every time you press against him—teasing him.

his eyes sulk and he left his mouth hanging, “wanna… stuff you… let me cum in you, please.” he needed to, it's where his cum belonged! he could feel his balls pushing up to burp spunk through the crown of his cock. it was aching now.

you've been at this for a while. about nine songs in and two full bottles left empty… enough with the teasing! his cock too hard to be ignored any longer. all the teasing you sauntered around with as liquor poured down your throats added to the fury. choso couldn't take you grinding on his cock anymore, he needed to feel you in this very moment.

that smell, that look. this is who he wanted. right now.

almost a chivalrous code – his cock throbs twice and the warmth of his body pulsing against yours, too close for a drunken curse to not want to lash out then and there… your pretty lips went to whisper out to him, but arms longer than you remembered swoop in like steel talons around your waist; sinking in fast with lithe fingers into your ribs and crushing your body flat into the couch with the haste of swiftness.

he was left on top now. you can see the dark stars in his eyes twinkling past sticking hair. your cunt clenched, feeling her purr with a need catching how he seethed above you hungrily.

choso’s own anchored you down quickly before you could react – his weight-gaining pressure to keep you still from wriggling beneath him, yet you still tempted him, like usual; limbs tossling in fevor and breath gasping into sunken moans.

“please…” choso humped against you raw; his cock clanging against your thighs like a church bell.

you peck at his lips, letting him shift your panties off to the side with a hooked finger. finally. he almost lets out the cutest whine too, sweating as he dips himself in slowly, yet surely.

the stretch was deliciously blissful. he angled his hips just right to make a smooth way; gummy walls sucking him in invitingly. he filled you up quickly, your walls to their hilt and your naked frame dragged beneath his. sharp and working into you snugly with a rhythm that let him soak this in before his greed began to consume him – or maybe it was the liquor overriding his system… or the breeding instinct in him kicking in…

either one, choso jackhammered down and deep into the spongy, tight walls of your cunt. your lips curl and open wide, panting out his name in a frantic frenzy.

“so warm.” his words lick up the nape of your neck – gliding the slick muscle to your temple and settling a keen kiss to your head, “‘s-- you want my cum? huh… tell me…” his own inclines and sweeps in; pressing hot mouths together firmly, deepening the wet kiss with the same ease, with a deeper, more lustful lock…

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veenriu · 7 days

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❝DON'T CALL MY PHONE, BITCH !!❞

i want you to stop! feat. t. fushiguro, g. satoru, g. suguru, k. nanami ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✰ pov : your boyfriend/husband gets a call while you're sucking him off . . . ✰ tags : fem!reader, smut, blow jobs, swearing, hair pulling, face fucking, praise, nicknames (baby, princess, sweetheart, darling, cutie), mdni ✰ an : this was gonna be a toji fanfic but i got to thinking and i was like ... well, yes!

TOJI FUSHIGURO ☆

his grip was firm on the crown of your head, fingers entangling in your hair as he guided your mouth up and down him—finally putting that filthy mouth of yours to good use. the way his dick effortlessly slid down your throat was soo good, and the sight of your eyes fluttering and rolling back in your head every time he hit your uvula was the icing on the cake for him. "just like that, princess. that's it—milk my fuckin' dick, yeahhh," he whispers, your throat relaxing around him as you anticipated the moment he filled your mouth. you could feel it coming, with the way he was twitching and the guttural sounds he lets out as threw his head back against the couch. so close, so close, so— buzz buzz, there it was again. that incessant buzzing that had drawn him out of the moment for the last time. who the fuck could even be calling him at this hour, anyway? "who the fuck—hold on, princess," you let out a whine as he eases his still hard dick out of your mouth, letting it fall against your face as he picked up the still ringing phone. "it's shiu, behave." he warns, smirking wickedly at you as you nearly threw a tantrum below him. your ears tuned out the unimportant drone of small talk between the two men as you sat between his legs, your head resting idly on his thigh as you stared up at him. as you neared the border of sleep, your eyes shot open as you got an idea. your eyes were still locked on him as you inched closer to him on your knees, your fingertips pressed against the floor as you sunk your mouth back onto him and eased him back down your throat. "shit, shiu lemme call you back," toji gritted, quickly ending the call and haphazardly tossing it next to him as he grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, yanking you off of his dick as he moved his grip back to your head. "think y'er so funny, don't you?" he glared, squeezing your cheeks together in his hands and pressing your lips together. "such a mean lil' thing, ain't ya? don't worry, we'll fix that. open up."

GOJO SATORU ☆

his eyes were shut tight as you swirled your tongue around him, moans of pleasure bordering on whimpers as you expertly sucked him off. he didn’t even know you could use your tongue like that, just happened to find out one night after a dare. and boy did he have plans for you after that night.

“christ, y-you’re so good,” he gritted, his bony fingers knotted deep in your hair as he forced his cock deep in your throat—gag reflex be damned. he was so loud, so lust drunk he barely noticed the buzz of his phone until it nearly clattered to the floor.

“shit—y-yeah, suguru?” of course it was suguru, it was always suguru. it was like he had a third eye that opened as soon as you two got it on, it kinda freaked you out a bit.. but nevertheless, you weren’t about to let him ruin this moment. not this time.

you pulled your mouth off of gojo’s dick as he rambled and moved down slightly lower, to his heavy cum-filled balls. he was always so sensitive down there and combined with the way he was feeling extra needy tonight, he was in for it. with a little kiss and squeeze, he was practically melting, quite literally whimpering into his mic as suguru fought back giggles on the other end.

“toruu,” you purred, placing another chaste kiss on his sacks before tracing one of the more prominent veins on his dick right up to the tip, swallowing him back in your mouth as you fondled him simultaneously. the look on his face was priceless, his eyes rolling back and the hand holding his phone going slightly limp.

“satoru? you still there?” geto questioned, hardly making it through his sentence as gojo jumped at the sound of his voice, “yyyeah! yeahyeahyeahyeah, i’m here.. lemme uhh—fuck, call you b-back, ‘kay?” he didn’t even wait for a response before hanging up the phone and letting it clatter to the floor next to you.

“god, baby you’re gonna kill me one of these days.. keep going, please.”

GETO SUGURU ☆

you watched from between your boyfriends legs as he spoke to his best friend; phone resting on the couch, joint rolled neatly between his lips as his head dipped back and his arms spread out on the back of the couch. he looked so pretty, his long dark locks tied up in a bun as the smoke clouded around you two.

“i’m serious, suguru! it was like—this big!” gojo exclaimed, spreading his hands out to imitate the size of whatever he was on about. you could see his bright blue eyes bouncing around on geto’s phone, clearly ecstatic to relay his day back to him. it would’ve been a cute moment if not for you currently slobbering on his best friends dick.

“mhm?” geto purred, fighting back constant heavy breaths and groans that were sure to come out of him sooner or later. it was a wonder gojo didn’t know just what you two were doing, and with the way you were sloppily sucking him off, it was a wonder he could hear geto at all. your train of thought was cut short at the feeling of geto’s dick twitching and throbbing before you felt your mouth fill with his thick cum.

yanking you off of him by the crown of your head, geto held your jaw in his hands and brought you closer to him, entirely tuning out gojo’s incessant babbling. “swallow for me, cutie,” he cooed, watching your throat as you swallowed his seed, his eyes lighting up as soon as the motion happened.

“good girl,” he praised, placing a kiss on your glazed lips. you could swear he was about to push you back down until he turned his attention to the whining that wasn’t coming from you, “suguruu! you’re not listening to me! what the fuck are you doing anyway?” you heard gojo ask, pushing his eye all up in the camera.

geto sat in silence for a moment before he looked down at you wickedly, his lips slowly turning up at the edges as he brought his phone up off the couch and held it over you, turning the camera around to show gojo exactly what he was doing, “say hi, baby.”

“hiii, satoruu,” you giggled, tapping geto’s tip against your tongue, listening to the quiet “woah” gojo pushed out. “yeah so, i’ll call you back, hm?”

KENTO NANAMI ☆

you were sat between your husbands knees as you listened to him speak to his colleagues, something about business. you knew how serious he got when he was on his business calls, but you couldn’t help but be needy.

his hand was on your head as you rested it on his meaty thigh, constricted by his slacks. you couldn’t help but notice that the little bit of swelling in his crotch every time you shifted just a little bit. you’d never seen anything more tempting.

you shifted once more and took his hand off your head, snuggling up further between his legs and inching yourself closer to his bulge as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “sweetheart—“

oh, how he just wanted to throw you over his desk and absolutely wreck you. you were gonna be the death of him, that was for sure. he attempted to swat your hands away from his belt while simultaneously trying to be inconspicuous enough to not get caught fooling around with his wife while doing important business, but ultimately failing as his belt ends up unbuckled before he could even realize it.

“darling, i don’t think this is very wise—“ “kento? are you listening?” you watched as his head snapped back up to his screen as an awkward smile graced his lips, his hand finding its way back to your head and threading itself deep in your locks, “yes—sorry, my pet just wants some attention. please, continue.”

he pulled on your hair slightly and you took that as the go ahead. you pulled his fly down and eagerly freed him from his boxers, his thick cock springing out from his pants causing his jaw to clench as soon as he was free.

you wasted no time in sinking down onto him, wrapping your lips around him and taking him in as deep as you possibly could without gagging, not wanting to make any noise that’d blow your cover. your eyes stayed on his face as you bobbed your head up and down, watching his fist clench and unclench as he fought back those grunts and groans that were desperately trying to escape him.

soon enough, he was getting close. you could feel him getting restless as he attempted not to squirm in his seat, taking more effort than usual to make his words sound like he wasn’t doing anything. he couldn’t take it anymore. with a quick excuse and an even quicker click of his mouse to hang up the call, his attention was all on you.

“you’re going to get me in trouble one of these days, princess. ah ah, now i didn’t tell you to stop, did i?”

#veenriu ᯓᡣ𐭩 #jjk x reader #jjk men #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #toji fushiguro smut #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #nanami kento smut #cw sex mention

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entirelytoooobsessed · 6 months

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just thinking about lightweight gojo...

going out with him and his friends for a night out, and he insists on not drinking at all because he knows he's going to embarrass himself in front of you, he knows he's going to do something he'll probably regret.

he spends the night trying to get geto and shoko off his ass about having a drink or doing some shots with them. but then you look at him and ask him if he wants to do shots with you (or, i just got the amazing idea, reading this over: bodyshots). he knows he should say no, knows that he'd be a whole hypocrite to say yes after telling everyone else no and scolding them for getting drunk.

but you smile at him, cheeks flushed and he groans at the inevitable decision in front of him. he can feel shoko and geto laughing behind his back. he only hesitates for a second, glancing back at them, ashamed of himself before agreeing.

and as the night goes on it becomes apparent that he is a lightweight, probably giggly, probably clingy and most definitely horny. it's like a switch-but not really. he has little filter to begin with but as soon as the slightest bit of alcohol is in his system that is out the window.

he can't keep his hands off of you it's like you're a magnet, drawing him in as his fingers sneak over your body, grabbing your hands and your hips and your face. flitting over your body like a man starved. he paws, and he gropes, pleading and begging you for nothing in particular it just feels right. he's needy in every way, no shame when he drunkenly growls like a protective dog at whoever gets close too you.

he can't stop staring at you either. his eyes all the bluer (his glasses long gone despite how overwhelmed it makes him with everything going on he needs to take in every bit of you). he looks at you as you're a god. as if he's not the strongest, basically a living god himself. he's willing (and probably does) fall to his knees sometime during the night, hugging your legs and begging for a chance, preening when you coo at him (just as drunk) and pet his hair.

his lips, despite how they've never really been able to hold back his thoughts say every depraved desire that comes to mind. every ounce of worship in his body plus a little more is spilled for you, if you weren't aware of his feelings before you'll definitely know them now (if you remember anything in the morning). several times he asks you if you could just 'take care of him' in the bathroom, paired with a needy whine while he presses your hand against the problem between his legs.

and in the morning he'll groan from a hangover and be ashamed of himself as he watches all of the videos his friends took of him in compromising positions, saying things he should definitely not have been saying. his group chat is going insane with every tease in the book, calling him all kinds of whipped for you that he'd get wasted just because you asked him to.

he'll turn red in embarrassment before turning around to curl into your bare chest.

"they're making fun of me~"

you only sigh and pull him closer, pulling the blankets over your head to shield your eyes from the pounding light.

"and you deserve it you simp."

#lowk thinking abt writing the nasty drunk sex between them #sub gojo #sub gojo satoru #sub gojo smut #sub gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sub jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x reader #sub jjk #dom reader

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semisgroupie · 2 years

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oct 3rd: gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: yandere, size kink, stalking, creepy satoru, public sex, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dumbification, satoru is OBSESSED with you, photo taking, hints at violence, bribery, breaking and entering, panty stealing, mention of naoya x fem. reader but it’s very brief

synopsis: having a one night stand with who you think is some random guy in the club might not always be the best idea

Breakups were tough, you absolutely hated them but what you hated most was the numb feeling you felt the weeks following the breakup.

The numbness that would just consume you and leave you walking around like an empty carcass until you found something to fill you. That something always was a night filled with alcohol and sweaty dancing then ended with a quick fuck from the hottest guy you could find at the club. It was something that you’ve gotten used to especially with your most recent ex, dealing with three breakups before you two officially decided that this breakup would be the last time. You definitely needed to find a new way to cope with breakups but until you could find a new method, this one would work just fine.

You shimmied yourself in a new skin tight dress you bought just for tonight and grabbed your clutch purse and made your way out the door. There was a new nightclub that opened up a couple streets from your apartment and it would be a new scene for you, maybe even a new beginning but you weren’t hoping for that much.

You maneuvered your way through the sweaty and drunk bodies that were pressed against each other on the dance floor, pushing away any creeps that tried to cop a feel. When you finally made it to the bar you let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before ordering your drink. Once you had the martini glass in hand you turned to look at everyone, trying to scout out who you’d let take you home tonight. Before you could really look through the crowd someone immediately caught your eye. He was moving through the crowd, his white hair and beautiful eyes were like pristine crystal orbs, just captivating you as he moved closer and closer. The closer he got the bigger he became too.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved to stand next to you, making you look so small next to him. He ordered his drink and you had to fight the urge to press your thighs together and whimper. God, what wasn’t attractive about him? His voice had a deep timbre with the perfect rasp, he even smelled good too, slightly sweet with a tinge of spice.

As he turned slightly you immediately shifted your gaze away from him, not wanting to get caught staring at him like he’s the first man you’ve ever seen.

“You know it’s rude to stare at someone right?” He leaned down to whisper by your ear, hints of mint mixed with alcohol in his breath. Your cheeks burned as if you had a million sun rays inside them. You took a sip of your drink to try to calm down before turning to him.

“Maybe you’ve had a few too many drinks, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He laughed and shook his head, it was the poorest retort you’ve ever come up with and he obviously saw right through it.

“Yeah sure, I’m Satoru by the way.” He stuck his hand out and your eyes widened as you placed your hand in his, if he decided to close his fist your hand would no longer be visible. He took your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your knuckles before releasing your hand. “And your name?”

“Y/N.”

He smiled and nodded, “beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I’ve seen.” The comment was one of the corniest ones you’ve heard in your adult life but it still caused the blood to rush to your cheeks. Hearing a compliment like that from an Adonis like him no matter how cheesy it was, would fluster you.

The rest of the night was spent with you two drinking at the bar, dancing and led you two to the position where you two were now, against one of the few empty spaces of one of the walls in the club making out. His lips were soft and you could taste the liquor he had off his tongue. His large hands pinned your hips against his, rocking you against him hard enough for you to feel how his cock twitched. To say you were getting wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping down your thighs at this point. Your mind was clouded with lust and you had half a mind to just pull him into one of the bathrooms to finally get what you wanted most. But, you had some class so bathroom sex was off the table unless he initiated it.

He broke the kiss and leaned down to your ear, slightly panting which made your arousal pool even more. “How about we get out of here and head to my place? It’s a couple minute walk, if you could wait that long.” You could hear the smirk grow on his lips before he pulled away so you could see it for yourself.

“Lead the way.” You shouted over the music and he took your hand in his and made his way to the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your clit was throbbing. You needed him badly and by the way he was practically pushing his way through the crowd, he needed you just as badly. You let out a small sigh once the fresh air hit your face, hopefully that would be able to cool your overheated body off. You glanced over at Satoru, finally seeing him in better lighting and your heart started pounding faster. He was insanely attractive, perfectly chiseled and you couldn’t doubt that he worked out with the way his shirt clung to his muscles. He glanced back at you, the smirk still on his face. “What did I tell you about staring, darling? Or do I have to teach you some manners?”

A small whimper left your lips and you broke your gaze, transfixing it to your shoes as you continued walking with him. “S-sorry.” A meek apology was all that could leave you until you two reached his building. It was a luxury building and your eyes widened at the sight of it. He led you inside and walked past the security desk to the elevators. “This is a really beautiful building, the rent must be really expensive.”

He chuckles and shrugs as he presses the button to the elevator. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Your eyes widened a bit, this place was extremely expensive, you couldn’t even afford to live in the storage closet with the salary you made. You wanted to ask about his work but all thoughts were brushed aside when the elevator came and he led you inside. Once the door closed he swiped his key card, pressed the button to the top floor, pinned you against the wall and kissed you deeply, almost bruising as his tongue explored your mouth. His fingers slid up your thigh and grazed the hem of your dress before moving up higher to drag his finger along your clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Do you always get this wet when a stranger kisses you?” He kissed you again before you could even answer and pulled your panties to the side so he could slip two fingers inside you.

Only if you could really comprehend the falsity in just the word stranger. He was by no means a stranger and you weren’t one to him, he knew who you were for almost a year now but you never met him formally. He has been waiting for the right moment to strike but you always got distracted by some random drunk at the club or your incompetent boyfriend. Only if your guard wasn’t always down when you were out and about, then you would’ve recognized him from the chill that would run down your spine when you were out with your best friend or running around doing errands. He couldn’t forget the first time he saw you, he was new to the neighborhood and was dragged to one of the most popular clubs in the neighborhood by one of his friends, he didn’t want to go but the second he saw you walk through the crowd and thoughts of leaving quickly flew out the window. He was instantly enamored by you but just as quickly as you walked past him, you walked out clinging onto the arm of some random guy.

His blood boiled at the sight, no guy deserved to be in your presence, let alone touch you. So, he went out to follow you and the guy, he kept a reasonable distance between you two and that was when he learned where you lived. The following weeks he learned your frequent spots, where you worked and your routine. Still you were clueless to the eyes on you, the footsteps that followed yours every corner you turned. There were some moments when you felt you were being watched so when you turned around with your keys in hand to see nothing, you just continued on your way. Little did you know he just turned to hide in between some buildings or crouched his large frame behind some garbage cans.

He also learned about your boyfriend, Naoya or nincompoop, same thing to him. The guy was a massive asshole but no matter what he did to you, you always came running back to him so Satoru decided to end your relationship for good. It was easy, just a threat and a little bribe and that was it. But he did feel guilty when he saw the breakup go down, you looked so hurt, so broken and he wanted nothing more than to go to you and put the pieces of your broken heart back together. But he couldn’t, just not yet. He still had some business to handle before he could swoop in and be your superman. After dealing with your past one night stands and your now ex boyfriend he had to get himself ready for you. The main thing was to get rid of all the pictures he took of you and get rid of any clothes stained with the blood of said past one night stands and your ex boyfriend, they weren’t too injured but they knew not to go near you ever again and knew not to go to the police.

Call him old fashioned but he had some polaroid pictures of you stored in his bedside drawer along with some panties he snagged from your apartment. He needed to warn you about leaving your spare key in such an obvious place but that was a problem for another day. He’s had this day planned for months and now he could finally execute it, he knew after one night with him he could snag you in his trap to make sure you were his and only his and if that wasn’t enough to convince you then he had his methods but he was sure his plan would work. It was foolproof.

His fingers pumped inside you at a leisurely pace while you whimpered and moaned against his lips. He wanted to take you right then and there but just as he moved his hand to undo his belt the elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors opened to reveal his penthouse apartment. He slipped his fingers out of you and moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, “jump.” You hooked your arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as you met his lips again. He walked inside and kissed you back deeply. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he ground your hips against his. He moved back slightly, panting against your lips, “where do you want me to fuck you? Or should I choose?”

You could barely think, let alone make a decision, “you choose, I just need you to fuck me.” He chuckled and crashed his lips back against yours as he made his way to the balcony. Why not make your first time with him memorable? Plus, he had it planned anyway. He walked out with you and dropped you onto the couch, he moved between your legs and hiked your dress up ‘accidentally’ ripping it in the process then moved down to your panties, ripping those off you and tossing them to the side. He had more for you tucked away in a special drawer anyways. Once they hit the ground he spread your legs and dropped his head down, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly. Your eyes widened and a gasp of his name left your lips. He ravaged you like a man starved and you were in complete euphoria. His mouth licked all over where you needed him most and before you knew it you were crying out his name as your orgasm washed over you but he didn’t stop. His tongue kept running over your folds, cleaning any traces of your orgasm off of you as he moved to rip another one right out of you.

You moved your hands down to try to push his head away, it was pleasurable but it was too much for you in one sitting. “S-Satoru please, fuck I’m too sensitive.” He pulled off and placed his palm over your cunt, gently rubbing into it. His lips, cheeks and chin were soaked in your juices, his pink tongue poked out to clean his lips and he chuckled. “Sorry beautiful but I haven’t had enough. Just let me do as I please and then I’ll fuck you. All you need to do is feel good for me, okay?” He moved his hand away and kitten licked your clit before pressing a kiss to it. “Okay.” You couldn’t deny him and you couldn’t deny yourself, he was someone you needed to fill the void during a time like this. Someone who could make your mind turn to mush and make you forget about everything in the world.

After two more orgasms you couldn’t even think of anything but his name. If it wasn’t for him spelling his name out on your cunt then you probably would’ve forgotten that too. He pulled away from your swollen cunt and moved to undo his pants, he quickly got rid of them and his boxers, showing you his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, even in your already fucked out state you couldn’t deny that his cock was one of the biggest you’ve seen in a long time. Hell, it was probably the biggest you’ve had.

His tongue clicking against his teeth pulled you out of your trance and you looked up to meet his eyes, now darkened with lust. “And here I thought I warned you enough about staring. It’s not a polite thing to do but I’ll let it slide for now.” He dropped down a bit and hooked your legs around his waist with one hand while the other hooked around the deep neckline of your dress and yanked it down, the thin spaghetti straps snapping from the sheer force. “Oops, didn’t realize how strong I was.” He winked at you and before you could wrack your brain around a possible response he slammed his cock into you. The stretch alone making you cum around his cock, making this your fourth orgasm of the night. “Hm, how many was that now? Three? No, it was four. Hm, I’ll make you six times before I fill you with my cum.”

Without warning he snapped his hips into yours and started pounding into you. You couldn’t even question whether he meant that he was going to make you cum two more times to make it six or if he was going to make you cum six more times on his cock but you prayed to whatever god out there that it was the former, you didn’t know if you could handle ten orgasms. Your ex would only bring you to two orgasms before it was over and when you were alone the most you could bring yourself to was three, maybe four on a good day before you were out of it. But with the way the night was going, you began to think that it would be the latter rather than the former and as his hips continued drilling into yours. After each orgasm he pulled you into different positions, on all fours, on top, in a full nelson so you could see his cock drilling into you, he bent you over the couch and bent you in half in a piledriver so you could feel him even deeper before he lifted you and made you hold onto the railing of the balcony as he pounded into you. You could barely hold yourself and your throat was growing hoarse from all the screaming you’ve been doing.

His hand snaked around your hip and went down to rub your swollen clit, “just cum for me once more, you can do it for me baby.” Your legs shook and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you then you’re sure you would’ve fell, “Satoru! Satoru fuck!” He groaned and continued thrusting into you, “cry my name out louder, let everyone in this fucking town know who’s making you feel like this. Cry it louder.” He snapped his hips into yours harder, each time you screamed out his name. He needed to hold himself back just a little more, just one more orgasm for you and then he’ll fill you up. He could finally mark you as his, finally keep you as his. He wouldn’t need to fight anyone off, he wouldn’t need to resort to any desperate measures to keep guys away from you. He wouldn’t need to bribe the police and doctors to keep the random attacks hidden from the public. All his work wouldn’t be for nothing, he’ll finally have you.

He’ll finally have you.

It took a few more thrusts for you to cum all over his cock which instantly triggered his own orgasm. He dropped his head down and bit down on your neck as his hips continued moving, thrusting all his cum inside you. His arms moved up and wrapped around you tightly when your grip on the railing finally let up. “I got you. I got you.” He pulled out and scooped you into his arms, you were limp in his hold but still had a fucked out smile on your face. He leaned down to kiss you, whether you reciprocated it now meant nothing, the first time your lips met sealed your fate. There was no escape now, you were his and his alone.

“S-Satoru?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he walked back inside the penthouse to his bedroom. “Yes beautiful?”

“Where have you been all my life? If I met you sooner so much would be different.” He didn’t know what caused those words to fall from your lips, maybe it was all the orgasms and the booze, maybe you actually meant it but it still made his heart swirl in his chest.

“I’ve been around all the time, you just didn’t notice me.” He set you down on his bed and removed the rest of your dress in exchange for one of his shirts. God you looked so beautiful, one picture wouldn’t hurt. Instead of his handy disposable, he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of you. He changed into pajama pants and laid down behind you, pulling you to his chest. “All mine, you’re all mine now.” This was the start of your forever with Satoru, you wouldn’t need anyone or anything else but him and he’ll make sure of it.

He’ll do anything for you, love knows no bounds and neither does he. Maybe he’ll have to dig back in his bribery stash but that wasn’t important now, now he had you and that was all he needed and it would be all you need.

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝑂𝑜𝑝𝑠.. 👀 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

jjk, Genshin Impact, Naruto, & Haikyuu Men's react when they got caught in the act while fuck*ng with you ᰔᩚ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

ೀ𔓘 Tw : Smut, Public S*x, teasing, degradations, mocking. and maybe some misspelled words. lmk if i miss anything! ᰔᩚ Chubby reader fanfictions with no skintone of reader mentioned.

ೀ𔓘 Notes from Author ; tyvm for the long break. my head is like out of an ideas so i have to sort some things out to have an ideas again. and luckily and hopely from now on my heads will be full of these ideas lolol :3 ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

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They Got Embarrased! This type of mens are a Huuuge shy bean! they got pretty embarrased when they got caught wet in you. wether the ones who peeks within it are his friends, his family, or even a stranger.. he still got sooo embarrased! you have to reassure him that everything is fine or later on he will get pretty embarrased that he want you to stop the deed for a moment 😭 but dont hate him though.. he's just super shy and he doesnt know how to handle it.. espesially if its his first time getting caught in the act.

( jjk ) ᰔᩚ Yuuji, YUUTA, Choso ( genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ AETHER, venti, KAZUHA, al-haitam ( naruto ) ᰔᩚ ROCK LEE, sasori, Yamato Sensei, minato ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ Hinata, SUGAWARA, Akiteru Tsukishima, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, YAMAGUCHI.

They got a Little.. embarrased.. but Still continue anyway. these type of men will probably gonna stop for a second. its like when he pound into you and someones coming in but after that person sees you both during those things they immediately go out of the room, he's gonna have to proceed some things. its like he's... out of the server. but not even 1 minutes later he's already back and then he just like immediately grabbing you and then pound you Twice harder than before while saying some real real weird and nasty stuff.

( Jujutsu Kaisen ) ᰔᩚ MEGUMI, Geto, Nanami ( Genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ DILUC, XIAO, Ayato, ALBEDO, Zhongli ( Naruto ) ᰔᩚ Kakashi, NEJI, SHIKAMARU ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ TSUKISHIMA KEI, SEMI EITA, Lev Haiba, MIYA TWINS, Kageyama.

THEY DOESNT GAVE A FUCK! what do you expect? do you think some buds or some strangers walking into the rooms will stop him from pounding your big ass hips? No! aint no fucking way. he'll gave whoever that person is some real fucking performance. wether they like it or not. And when that person wants to walk out of that room, he'll be quick enough to saying things like "hey buds! you dont want to check this out?! come see me tame my woman! i'll gave you some stuff to watch!" and others.. i know he's sound like a real Nuts, but.. thats who he is. you'll probably cant complain to him anyway since his excitedment will sped up the pace of his pounding, that'll make it the end of you. and just hope that he'll be merciful enough to not suffocate you with his teasing later on.

( jjk ) ᰔᩚ Toji, GOJO, SUKUNA, MAHITO ( Genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ Itto, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, Kaeya ( Naruto ) ᰔᩚ Madara, OBITO, Sasuke, Kiba, NARUTO HIMSELF, HIDAN ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ KUROO, Bokuto, KYOUTANI, Oikawa, TENDOU, TERUSHIMA.

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laurageto · 5 months

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Destiny's Knot Chp6 Gojo

Chp1/Chp2/Chp3/Chp4/Chp5

trigger warning, this story will contain: hardcore smut, death and childbirth

"Shoko can you get the door please?" The words managed to escape your mouth as your lips struggled to contain the bobby pins that were stuffed between them.

It was 7pm the evening before Riko's merger with Tengen and you'd promised her a night she wouldn't forget. You were going to deliver that promise no matter what - she deserved it.

"Well well.. it's a mess in here isn't it Y/n" Mei waltzed into the room with Utahime not far behind her. You raised your eyebrow at her before sliding the last bobby pin into Riko's thick black locks.

"Did you come here to criticise my cleanliness or did you come here to get drunk?"

Mei grinned before pulling out a large bottle of prosecco and shaking it gently.

The dormitory you shared with Shoko was fair sized, opening the front door lead you straight into the open living area, snug against the corner was a plump emerald couch with cushions scattered messily on its surface. A pale wooden chabudai was located directly in front of the seating area, books and snacks placed out for the guests.

Off of the living area were the doors to the girls individual bedrooms.

The TV hung neatly on the wall was set to a popular music channel, the melodic beat filling the room.

Shoko jumped onto the couch next to Riko who was stroking her freshly styled hair. "So.. any guys you've met so far that you think are cute?"

The young teen blushed "Umm.. well I was talking to Kento earlier.. he seems.."

"Yessss! Nanami is the best" Shoko cut her off excitedly "Plus you are totally his type"

"I need help" you groaned before they could finish their conversation.

"Which one?" You enquired to the group as you modeled the outfit options you'd managed to narrow down.

The first choice was a silk playsuit, the bust line plunged down to show the curves of your breasts. Over the top was a beige loose crushed velvet jacket with tan coloured thigh high boots.

Second option was a deep plum dress, the front panel covered you completely and wrapped around your neck like a choker. Both sides of the garment were cut out from thighs to waist with elasticated ribbon lacing the fabric to keep it in place. The laced area left not a lot to the imagination.

You topped the look off with silver strappy heels with laced ribbon wrapping up your calves.

All four girls gasped at the dress which made you grin. "This one then?"

"Absolutely. Suguru won't be able to keep his hands off you!" Mei purred.

"Satoru neither.." Shoko whispered to herself.

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"Come on its almost 11.30" Utahime pointed her phone lock screen at the group trying to emphasize the time.

You'd agreed to meet the boys at Shochu Lounge by midnight. Earlier in the day you'd managed to convince Yu and Kento to join Suguru and Satoru on the night out. It wasn't usually their thing, especially Kento but when he realised it was for Riko, he quite quickly changed his mind.

Between the five of you, you'd managed to consume six bottles of wine with layers of tequila shots between rounds courtesy of Mei. She was such a pusher when it came to drinking.

You were all absolutely buzzing, the mood was high and you all looked incredible.

The club was only a short walk away but that didn't stop Riko almost tripping multiple times along the way. It was clear she'd never had alcohol before, or worn a pair of heels for that matter. It was like taking a trip with Bambi!

After what felt like a lifetime you made it to the entrance of the club, the bouncer checked you and your friends id's before lifting the roped barrier and allowing you to pass.

The heat of the nightspot hit you instantly, a mixture of people's perfumes and alcohol filling your senses. Schochu Lounge's main dance floor was down a flight of stairs, you laughed with the girls as you made your way in.

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"What's the point in us being on time if they're always late!" Satoru grumbled as he tapped loudly on this phone, he was going to be sure you'd have loads of irritating WhatsApp messages to read in the morning as karma for the delay.

Suguru leant back on the stone wall in the corridor that lead to the stairs, his beautiful ebony hair neatly tied in it's standard bun. It was slightly cooler there than being in the thick of the club. Kento patiently waited with the pair as Yu had disappeared to the bar to order some drinks.

"They'll be here Satoru.." he soothed.

Just as the words left his lips the girls familiar giggles echoed down the stairwell.

Suguru pushed himself off the wall and Satoru slowly slid the phone into his pocket. Their eyes fixated on the girl leading the group.

You.

Your delicate heels tapped on each step, flaunting your beautifully polished toes. Satin ribbons wrapped around your smooth calves, the strobe lighting causing your skin to shine like supple butter. The deep amethyst dress clung to your hips and waist revealing the curves you hid under your usual uniform. Your slender fingers clasped a satin grey clutch bag, the outfit made your Tatsuya branding very obvious but you didn't care.

The brand was a burn you received as a child, an initiation into dragon mastery. It was a traditional dragon that wrapped from finger around the wrist and up the forearm. To most it looked like a cool tattoo completed with blush ink but your friends knew otherwise.

Your hair was long and thick, one side you'd braided into a french plait along your scalp which lead into the other side which was left flowing down to your hips with some gentle waves running through it.

Satoru licked his dry lips, it felt like all of the moisture had left his mouth. His aqua iris' scoured every inch of your body. He was so desperately hungry for you. His muscles tensed as he resisted the urge to shove every person out of the way and show you exactly who you were meant to be with.

But he couldn't. He would never force your feelings. He wouldn't hurt Suguru.

His needs weren't important.

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shintin · 2 years

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Forget Me Not: Chapter 31 (Anchor)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: nothing.

Song Recommendation: taylor swift - don't blame me

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2019

11:50 pm

The night sky was aglow with bright star lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. A small bridge by the willows was a bit far from the dormitories. The river beneath the wooden path danced with the breeze as the moonlight sprinkled on the water's surface.

The shade of the trees and a woman were mirrored on the road. She seemed to be sitting here, but her mind was elsewhere. Her hair imitated the motion of tree branches. Luckily, the cloudy sky had gifted her a special kind of darkness. The night was her comfort; the blanket of generous velvet kept obscuring her sad eyes. In the absence of her lover, the warm black hugged her loneliness, and in its safety, she tried to forget the memories that had haunted her for a while now.

"No, Satoru! Are you out of your mind? Kids will see us!" Y/N put her hand on the mouth of the white-haired man hovering above her and pushed him away. But the effort wasn't futile, as his hands enveloped her waist and drew her even closer to him. Now there was no space between for the breeze to pass.

"So what? It's not like we're engaging in illicit affairs! Also, it's the weekend. Let's give them some material to jerk off!" A devilish smile appeared on his lips, and the twinkling continued with his eyes. " I bet your moans will sound like a lullaby to Yaga's rusty ears." He winked and, in return, was dazzled with a slight blow to his chest. When it came to her, Infinity was never there.

"Let me go, or I'll scream, Satoru!" She tried to escape his grasp, but his hands were too strong for her to break free easily.

"Oh, I didn't know you had an exhibitionist kink, baby." His hands slipped from her waist to her hips, and her breath jammed into her chest. Every time, his touch inflamed her body, as if it was impossible to get accustomed to his touch. "Okay, if you like it, I'll play along and will make sure to give our audience a show they won't be able to forget till the last moments of their life!" His demanding, yet benevolent eyes were enclosed on her lips. How not? She was the purest being he had ever seen, free of all repugnant human emotions.

"Hands up, Satoru!" She grabbed his hand tightly and tried to remove it from her hip, but his slender fingers squeezed her buttock even more. She pressed her lips together and breathed out furiously. "I swear, I'll kill you, Satoru!" She kept her narrowed eyes on his blue ones. His locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, and they were slowly agitating with each flow of air, weaving her resistance.

The warmth of her body and the quick pounding of her poor heart told Satoru that she was satisfied where she was trapped. After all, she'd never been a great liar. He smirked. "You want to kill me?" He looked down and took her hand with the other, raising it and pressing her fingers against his throat. His eyes didn't leave her shocked ones. If you want to kill like two years ago, do so. It's a beautiful night, and I don't mind dying with your hand." He lifted her fingers and placed a kiss on them. Cold ran from the tip of her fingers to her heart, quickly pulling her hand away. He was not joking. She clenched her fist and stuck it on her side, frowning. 'Why did he say such a thing?' It had been a long time since that happened. Did he still not trust her despite her unconditional loyalty? She barely gulped and looked away. "Has the full moon blossomed your madness, Satoru?" It was an old fable that white wolves would go crazy staring at the moon and attack their flock. She remembered hearing it from some drunk old tramp.

"I've always been madman, but your fear of a full moon and us being outside makes me think you're a werewolf or something." He seized her chin and turned it to him. Her eyes were teary, shining under the moonlight. 'Was she so upset by the thought of me dying?'

He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, but he didn't lower it and held it there, on her cheek. How lucky should a man be to feel the warmth of a woman in his embrace, which he thought had been a delusion for years? His six eyes could see the faint tremor in her lower lip as she attempted to stop it. He shut his eyes. No matter how much he loved her, sometimes he could still do despicable things to her. It was a lover's curse.

He lowered his head and pressed his forehead upon hers. "I'm sorry, grandma," his voice came out hesitantly. "And if you're a werewolf, it won't change how I feel about you."

He shifted his other hand to her waist and pushed it toward him. She didn't protest. There was no arguing. When Satoru started talking rubbish, he was doing everything he could to make her happy. So, she remained silent, and let him. "…to stop you from attacking somebody, because you know, you're going to be savage; I'll build a house with blue shutters, windows looking over the ocean for you to watch it as much as you want, and a big porch wrapped around the entire house for us to drink extra sweet strawberry smoothies and watch the sun goes down." His lips formed into a smile. Oh God, she loved him so much. "… a big secret basement with all the chains and cages, to lock you there when the moon is full, so the children and I will be safe from you tearing our throat in the sleep," he said joyfully and opened his eyes, but rather than seeing her smile, he met tears in her eyes.

A house, by the sea, a weekend, hearing the laughter of Satoru with the children in the backyard ... It was more than she could have dreamed of a year ago. Tears poured down her cheeks and drenched Satoru's hand.

" Don't worry, Wolfly. We'll play a lot in that basement. I promise." His hand wiped away tears, and his lips brushed hers. Soon he found the taste of salt on his tongue, and the wet drops ignited his flesh. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, as if nothing could stop him. In the end, he was the strongest. Who would dare come between them, other than himself?

The sound of the frogs grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the well of memories, as someone would subconsciously pull their hands from the fire. To her surprise, the memories brought only mild pain, not the deepest one she expected.

She shifted a little, took a deep breath, and the whines of her lungs got lost in the bustle of the water under her feet. Contrary to the memory, there was no evidence of tears in her eyes. It was not far from expected. Today was the end of the 43rd day that his cloud of tears had dried up. She had left everything on that hotel bed at the red wedding 43 days ago, her cries, her hopes, her beliefs, her love. But there were still nights when she was sleepless, and while lying on her bed in the school, she felt very lonely. At times, so much sadness and emptiness gripped her throat that she felt suffocated.

Where was her beloved anyway?

From what she had heard, he had become a Marco Polo who planned to tour the world and get rid of all the curses simultaneously.

At the end of her sixth day of fruitless waiting for a call from him, she had renounced her hopes. After the ninth day, she was convinced she was wasting her time waiting for him. After day 14, she realized she wouldn't hear from him anytime soon. He was gone. Again.

Maybe he had asked Shoko or Nanami about her. Maybe Megumi or Nobara was his secret source. Perhaps he was sorry. Maybe he was in pain as much as she was. Maybe… Who cares about the buts and ifs? When he should be, but he is not, nothing matters anymore. This may sound selfish, but it is not. It would only take Satoru a blink of an eye to be by her side, apologize, and fix what he had broken, but he chose to stay away, regardless of the reason.

Y/N sighed and leaned her head against the railings of the bridge. Her eyes fixed on the dandelions near the river as her hands slowly wrapped around her shoulders. She wasn't angry. She wasn't upset. After 43 days of wondering where she was wrong and not finding a logical conclusion, one can say that she could no longer feel anything.

They always say that if something goes wrong in a relationship, both sides are equally guilty. However, that's not always the case. Sometimes, although scarce, one side is more culpable. For example, she was a half-curse, a former murderer, and a ruthless curse-user. She couldn't change her nature or past (even though she wanted to), and Satoru knew it. Also, everybody panics when they see their hands bleeding for no reason. Not that she didn't like to share it with him, but he dropped her hand in the worst possible place and decided to give priority to those around him. She had thought a lot. She had relived that night a thousand times. Perhaps, her biggest mistake might be not waiting for her owner in a corner like a loyal dog!

Fuck!

Her head was sore, and the thought of Satoru mistreating her for not waiting for him to finally remember that he had a company made her sick to the stomach, as if professional mercenaries had opened her chest in her sleep and had torn away her heart. But by her bad luck, they forgot to sew that big scar back together after clenching it. Now she was left alone with the pain and emptiness that were once filled with love.

She shivered and clutched her cardigan. October proved to be cooler than she anticipated.

"Y/N?A familiar voice called her name with the warmth she hadn't felt for a long time, and her head subconsciously turned to the source of the sound. "Umm… Hi!" The pink-haired boy scraped his neck and looked at her shyly. After all, it was long past midnight, and if anyone was out there alone, it meant they needed solitude.

But Y/N wasn't just anyone. No matter how sad she was, she always had a hidden smile for Yuji. So she tried to pull the corners of her lips up as her eyes landed upon him, but there were only little things the facial muscles could do, and sadly, turning a lost woman into a happy one wasn't one of them.

"Yuji?" Her voice came out hoarse. Then she remembered that the last time she had talked to someone was a few days ago to get the details of her mission from Yaga, which lasted very short. Even when he told her that the last time he saw her this sad was when she was chained up in jail, waiting to be executed, she simply smiled and failed to respond. What could she possibly say? That she just woke up from the delusion that she was plunged into the same day he was talking about?

She coughed and tried to ward off all the thoughts. The eyes, however, were the soul's mirror and unveiled her hidden secrets. As said, she was never a talented liar. "How come you're awake at this hour of the night?"

"Same goes for you," Yuji said, and after doing 2×2, he finally decided to get closer and sit by her side. Sure, always far enough not to touch her. "Why are you awake?" He was always nicer than he was supposed to be. Didn't Yuji's mother tell him never to be so nice, or that he would forget to be clever? But to her knowledge, he was also raised without parents. There were moments when she thought maybe that was the reason behind how they could understand each other without needing to exchange additional words. She had no idea they were related. Satoru didn't mention anything to her.

"No particular reason." Y/N looked up at the thousands of stars, shining in the sky. Suddenly her eyes fell on the moon, and its whiteness reminded her of him. She lowered her eyes, sighed, and glanced at Yuji's face to perhaps separate herself from the memories of the past. "I couldn't sleep," she added at the last minute.

Yuji tried to figure out what Y/N was looking for in the silence. In his opinion, Y/N was able to see things that others couldn't. Human beings could easily overlook so much that was there to see.But she was only one touch away from knowing the essence of everything. Yuji wanted to lift his hand and put it on her shoulder, to say that she wasn't alone, but he couldn't. Sukuna was the last thing she needed tonight. He turned his head towards her and suddenly struck him how much weight she had lost. Dark circles were under her eyes, and her cheekbones were more prominent. He couldn't see any sign of those once bright eyes and smiley lips. What happened to her? Something for sure was gnawing her alive.

"Are you worried about tomorrow's mission?" Yuji tried to ask casually.

No response was given. There seemed to be no question asked. It was like nobody was sitting beside her. It felt like she heard nothing. It was...

But Yuji was real. He was there. The one that wasn't there was Y/N. She was wandering around her own hazy maze, haunted by the ghost of him that no longer existed.

"Y/N?"

Her ears perked up. Someone was calling her name. Maybe if she followed the voice, she could finally be saved from the labyrinth.

"Is everything alright?"

Her steps hastened, and she ran to the source of sound with all her might.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

Suddenly she came to her senses and realized that. Yuji's hand had stopped a few inches from her shoulder, and he was staring at his face with round, uneasy eyes. She began to pant as if she had run a very long distance. What was wrong with her?

"You look pale. Why don't we go to Shoko together?" Yuji's hand clenched, and got back on his knees. Not being able to touch a loved one must be one of the worst curses.

Y/N's gaze moved from his face to his fists and then back to his face again. "Don't worry, Yuji. I just got carried away." Her soulless eyes tried to convince him.

"Is it about Gojo Sensei?" After 43 days, someone finally dared to mention his name beside her. Like an unwritten contract, everyone had decided not to utter his name as if it were a curse.

Gojo. Satoru Gojo. What a familiar, yet strange name. What did it mean? Why did she never ask before? Never mind. There were other more significant questions that she had never asked. Like, when he said he would love her forever, exactly how long was it? A couple of months? Or better yet, why did he leave her on her own that night? Why didn't his six eyes see how she cried till dawn by the ocean? How did he differ from Toji?

"Ever since you returned from the wedding, you seem to miss something. We're all concerned about you, but Nanamin said to stay out of it."

Y/N thought about Kento, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now he was implicated in their problem as well. How come she never saw this possessive side of Satoru? But, wait, there was no way to miss it in his words. She had heard it thousands of times but was so blind that she didn't see the truth behind them.

"…he upset you, didn't he? Do you want us to kick his ass? Megumi is so eager to do it, you know," said Yuji with a laugh that lit his eyes.

It would make her crack if everything was normal, but that wasn't the case today. "There's nothing to worry about," she paused, swallowed, and tried to carry on more confidently. "He hadn't done anything. I threw myself into a mess, but I'm going to get out of it," she said with a weak chuckle. "Tell them not to worry. I'm just a little worn out." She leaned backward, laid her palms on the ground, and her hanging legs began to move slowly over the water.

Yuji glanced at her. If she didn't want to tell the truth, maybe it wasn't a good idea to coerce her. So he silently lay there with his hands folded under his head. "Do you think I'll be loved as you love him?"

The question made her shiver, and the coldness shrouded her fingers. She sat up straight and looked at his face for answers. "Why do you ask me such a thing?"

He turned his head to her. "No particular reason. I just don't think anyone would want to fall in love with me when I have a thousand-year curse in me and a death sentence around my neck."

"You are not going to die anytime soon. I promise you; I'll never let them hurt you." She would promise him a million times more, because Yuji was the last person who deserved to die for her. Nobody was allowed to touch her loved ones, or else there would be a bloodbath.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I have no faith."

She noticed that Yuji averted his eyes. Then it hit her. She was so overwhelmed by her own grief that she had forgotten the people around her. "Did you talk to him, Yuji?" Her voice was quiet, and it could easily get lost between the eolian sound of the wind and the dancing willow leaves.

"No, I couldn't," he replied, pulling one of his hands beneath his head and covering his eyes. He was willing to listen to Sukuna's ramblings for hours rather than say a word about it.

"Why?" She gently grabbed the cloth of his uniform and removed his hand. He wasn't crying.

Yuji sighed and hugged his knees as he got up. "Because," he paused and took a deep breath. "Because I saw how sad he was when one of his divine dogs died. I don't want to make it worse for him. I'm not sure what he's feeling either."

"Standing aside, are you expecting the truth to—?"

"No, but I'm not dumb enough to jump in the middle and ruin our friendship," he quickly retorted.

"When we die, we regret the words we didn't say more than the ones we did." She sighed deeply and folded her knees into her stomach like Yuji.

"No jujutsu sorcerer dies without regrets anyway," Yuji quoted what Yaga said to him on the first day.

"I'll tell you a secret," she said, and he turned to face him. "You're going to be the first." She smiled, and Yuji felt like he could do whatever she said. Something about her made others feel anything was possible— perks of being a half-curse.

"I will." He smiled, and the sun rose at midnight.

10:30 am

"Kamo, are you sure you aren't food poisoned?"

"I haven't eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon, Ijichi. Can you drive a little slower?" She said with her hand on her mouth. This road was driving her crazy.

"Do you want to stop somewhere to freshen up? You look pale." He worriedly glanced at Y/N from the mirror—who was taking deep breaths—and then looked back at the road again. She didn't seem fine.

"No need. I just want to get this done as soon as possible and get back." She leaned over the seat and turned her head away from the changing landscapes before her eyes, which made her dizzy. 'Fuck!' She muttered and stared at the car's ceiling.

"Do you think you can finish the mission?" He glanced at her through the mirror once more. With her in this situation, it was like a suicide mission.

"It's going to be alright," she murmured. "I don't want to throw up on the report, so can you fill me in on the mission?"

Ijichi sighed and began to speak as her hands tightened around the steering wheel. She was as stubborn as Gojo. "According to complaints from some citizens, there appears to be a series of curses at a train station outside Tokyo. The report states that most curses have been classified as grade one and two." He changed the gear, turned the steering wheel, and the car entered a dirt-road leading to an abandoned station.

"And they wanted me to take up the task?"

Something was off because any grade-one sorcerer could easily handle this assignment. But what could she do? It wasn't like she had the right to protest. They held her alive for their gain. Satoru made it pretty clear the first day, didn't he?

'The higher-ups decided death is a grace to you. You must live and serve the jujutsu community.'

Somehow, the passage of time had made the sentence more severe. There was no harsher reality for her than accepting that her sole purpose of existence was to serve these assholes as a tool, nothing more.

The car started trembling like crazy on the road, and she couldn't think anymore. Her fingernails clenched to the leather seat cover, while the taste of dust dissolved under her tongue.

"It says here that your abilities are more compatible with existing curses." He turned his head slightly and peeked into her knitted eyebrows. He was also surprised by her selection, but his job had taught him not to question the logic behind the higher-ups' decisions.

After a couple of minutes, the car stopped next to what appeared to be a train dump rather than a station. Y/N was quick to open the door and get out. She needed fresh air. She stooped, put her hands on her knees, and took a few deep breaths that caused her lungs to ache.

The air was still heavy on the small dirt-road that passed through the deserted station. The sky was covered with a layer of grey clouds, and it looked like it wanted to rain, but it didn't have enough energy to do so.

Ijichi stood behind her and looked around carefully. "I don't think we need a curtain here. I don't think we can run to a citizen here."

"Didn't you say we were dispatched here because of their complaint?"

She asked while straightening her back and fastening her hair with a band that she always had around her wrist.

"I merely stated what was in the report." His voice trembled, and it was clear that despite the months that had gone by, he was still afraid to be alone with an ex-killer.

Y/N didn't need to touch Ijichi to know that. So without further discussion, she sat down and checked the knives in her left boot, on her right thigh, around her waist, and under her sleeve and tightened their garters. When her eyes fell on the latter, the void in her chest stung her spine. It was the knife he had given her for Christmas. She slowly ran her thumb over its cold metal handle and carvings, then turned to Ijichi. "I'll probably be back within two hours. You rest here. It was a long drive," she said, straying away from him. She better kept the poor man out of trouble, because none of this sounded right.

Y/N walked among the rusted trains for about 20 minutes. She bent down and looked underneath the trains. Nothing. She went over them and looked around. Nothing. Not one sign of a curse. Was this a silly joke?

She sighed and, as she walked deeper into the abandoned station, suddenly stopped when she heard the sound of a stone moving under someone's feet other than herself, and she was lucky to be able to steal her head quickly enough to miss the curse thrown at her. Her palm on the ground, she turned her face to find a group of men and women approaching from the back. Not long after, another group came running from the other side and surrounded her.

The blood dripped slowly from her ear to her shoulder, while her shocked eyes swayed between their faces. None of them were familiar, but she couldn't tell. After all, she spilled a lot of blood. These people could be anyone coming to get their revenge. But, no! Wait! She was assigned to this mission by the higher ups. They commissioned these people. Why didn't it surprise her? Of course, they would use this golden opportunity of Satoru Gojo not being around to get rid of her. The same way they did with Yuji.

"So this is the grand plan to execute me? Sending 15 assassins? Huh! They underestimate me a lot."

She raised her hand to her ear and wiped the blood off with her thumb. She straightened up and began to talk to everybody around her.

"I don't know who you are or which one of them hired you, but I advise you to flee while you have the opportunity, so that I may spare your lives." She took the knife around her waist to cut her hand for the blood manipulation, but the following words she heard froze her on the spot.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that, Y/N Kamo. Bleeding isn't good for you right now," the old woman said, as everyone stepped aside for her to take a step forward.

Y/N didn't speak. She looked at the old woman and, at the same time, planted her back foot firmly on the ground so she could begin the battle quickly when necessary. Her hand remained firmly on the sheath of the knife. What did the woman say?

"I can tell you have doubts. Don't you know that in battle, if you hesitate, you lose your head?" The old woman didn't move anymore and stopped several meters from her. She had no intention of provoking her. No. It wasn't part of their scheme.

"I don't slay people I don't know! Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" Y/N shouted.

"You have no patience, do you?" The old woman grinned disgustingly, and her yellow teeth came to light. Some of the group laughed. The others had bitterly cruel smiles, as if they were enjoying a very interesting joke.

"Don't worry. We won't take up much of your time. We're just here to get that." The woman's hand rose, and her forefinger pointed to Y/N's belly.

'What the fuck?'

Y/N took a step back and looked at her stomach with fear.

'No. No. No. Not now. Not like this.'

The old woman seemed to read her mind very well. "You don't know, do you?" She laughed again and resumed talking in the same absurd tone. "The head of the Gojo family won't let a half-curse bastard be his granddaughter."

'A daughter?'

Y/N's eyes widened, and her left hand rapidly shifted toward her stomach. She needed to think fast. When was her last period? 'Fuck! Think! No! Idiot!' She cursed herself. She hadn't had her period since they returned from that stupid wedding, but with everything that was going on in her life, it had simply slipped out of her mind. But all these reasons were not yet adequate. "How do you know I'm with child?"

"I am the doula of the Gojo family. I can feel the pulse of everyone with Gojo blood in their veins."

Her grip tightened around her stomach. Could everything be a lie? Why not? In her opinion, sorcerers would do anything for their benefit, but this wasn't true about doulas. She had heard of them before. They were bonded to be honest. Slowly, an epiphany crept into her brain. She felt her neck hairs stood on end, and watched her hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably. Her mind flashed back to all the previous times she told herself a half-curse monster like her didn't deserve to be a mother, but Satoru's warm existence had given her the illusion of having a family of her own too. She couldn't deny it...not anymore. The heart of a living being was beating in her womb. This child... was the fruit of the foolish love of a curse for a sorcerer.

Suddenly there was an unknown feeling in her gut. The pulse beating in her ears blocked all other sounds around. She wasn't frightened, nor was she afraid. What she felt was beyond such mere nouns. The feeling was undefined for her, but others called it motherhood. She knew she would never let an innocent infant pay for her sins. This child was a blessing, and she wouldn't let these people, that stupid clan, or her anger at Satoru blind her happiness, but she had to put all those thoughts aside. Right now, her brain had to work just to get her out of this situation. She steadied her breath and tried to calm the panic. Part of her wanted to run, yet she knew the odds were low.

One of the things Satoru loved about her was that she never needed his protection. Y/N was always convinced that no one except herself could save her. She was enough for herself and now for her daughter.

"You better say goodbye to your baby."

Maternal instinct was one of the few things Y/N had inherited from humans. Though she hadn't yet had the chance to shed tears of joy to be happy, she was a mother to the extent that her doubts allowed her.

As a murderer, she never was afraid to pour out the blood of those who wished to harm her. But threatening her child, her bone and blood, brought out a level of insanity that she would make their nightmares sound like a happy place.

Y/N removed her hand from her stomach with a frown. She couldn't risk using blood manipulation. It could endanger her daughter. Her eyes shifted among the people before her. Ten men, five women plus the old schmuck. She drew her knife from its sheath, then picked up the second one from the garter on her thigh and twirled them in her hands. She had to go old school.

"Nobody was born to threaten me and live." She held up her hand and pointed her knife at every one of them. "I'll kill you all." Her knife swung from one to another and stood fixed upon the old woman. "But I'm going to kill you last. So whenever I send one of them to hell, you can feel how their beating heart will stop."

She took a step forward. There was no dangerous beast on earth as a mother scared for her child.

1:15 pm

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This was probably the 20th time Ijichi tried to reach Y/N but failed. It didn't seem like a good sign. He hung up, sighed, and got out of the car. He rubbed his forehead, then followed the route taken by Y/N.

He was almost sure that she was unharmed. She was the murderer everyone had been after for eleven years, and nobody could catch her until she surrendered last year. But also, he had seen many lifeless bodies that he thought never to see. And somehow, he didn't want to find hers. He was indeed frightened of her, but deep down, he knew she had never had another choice, and now that she had found some other way, she sought her redemption, and the higher ups took full advantage of it.

Halfway through, there was no sign of a curse or combat until Ijichi's eyes came upon a man leaning against one of the trains with his hands covering his stomach. He ran to the man and nearly puked when he saw the scene before him. He took a few steps back to distance himself from the corpse that had been torn open.

Ijichi's surprise grew when he finally looked at the man's kimono. It belonged to the Hei members of the Gojo family. 'Why should one of them be here?' He thought to himself, and before the answer could fully occur, he turned and started running to find Y/N. He was very aware of how evil the three main clans could be. Even though Y/N had the name Kamo, they never accepted her due to her being half-curse, and now that Satoru Gojo was gone, the best opportunity to hunt her had been prepared. He hit his forehead with his palm. How did he not think of this in the morning?

His footsteps slowed down only when his eyes fell on the bloody ground and the carnage in front of him. If he could erase a memory from his mind, it would be seeing dead bodies lying around like broken dolls. The smell of blood was everywhere. He held his nose and strolled through the corpses. He was so confused, but fear hadn't filled his being yet. Suddenly, he saw Y/N's motionless body, eyes closed, lying on the ground. He hurried and sat beside her. Her blouse was torn in parts and was the messenger of a brutal battle. The flesh wounds still oozed blood, and the entire right side of her body wore a purple-yellow smear of bruises.

It was then that Ijichi got into an unending conflict with himself. He heard everyone saying never to touch her. But he needed to do something. He looked at her still chest. Was she breathing? There was no time to waste. He put his hand on her neck to feel her pulse, and suddenly the pain exploded in Y/N's head as relief began to move through his veins. He hadn't felt this relieved in years.

She coughed several times, and her hands desperately grabbed the stones and dirt on the ground, struggling to get a bit of air in her lungs. Ignoring the pain in her thigh, the blood seeping from the cut on her left arm, she tried to grasp Ijichi's shirt. Tears flowed from her eyes, and nothing could be seen in them but begging for life. Not for herself, but for her daughter... She couldn't let her down… Not now.

Ijichi had already seen those eyes the day she begged at the school gates just to see the boy she didn't even know. She'd never implored for her own sake. It was always about others' lives.

His white shirt was stained with blood. He had to do something. He had to do something. He had to do something. He couldn't let her die in his hands. He had to do something. His hands reached behind her waist to lift her, and suddenly another wave of pain penetrated her chest, and the air, like a sharp knife, finally found its way into her lungs.

The sound of her loud subs clenched Ijichi's heart as she gasped for air. She cried as if something in her had broken and all her emotions had poured out. Her injured hand didn't leave his collar, as if she would run out of breath if she dared to distance herself from him. Ijichi watched in shock how her other hand wrapped tightly around her stomach, clutching the torn cloth of her blouse. She stroked her belly, mumbling things only she could hear. After 43 days of living in hell, she finally felt she had a beating heart. "Don't tell Satoru," she whispered before the world dimmed before her eyes and darkened.

Somewhere halfway around the world, Satoru's heart ached in the middle of a battle with a curse, and his knees hit the ground. His hands on the ground, his breath caught in his chest. All these 43 days of hiding from shame, he could feel the pain he had caused her, but this one was different. It was as though he was limping until then, but now someone had cut off his legs. He couldn't endure it anymore. It wasn't fair to punish her along with himself. He missed her. He missed her every second, every minute, every hour of every single day. He had to end this suffering. For both of them.

He got up with heavy breathing, and the last thing the curse saw was a tear in the corner of the strongest's eyes.

6:15 pm

When Y/N's eyes opened, instead of the disturbing light of the clinic, her gaze fell on the drapes of her room at school. Her head hurt too much. Her body hurt too much. It seemed that everything hurt too much. She slowly turned her head to the other side, and an odd soreness shook her whole spine. Wretched scratches covered the back of her arm, and every time she breathed, the left side of her chest ached.

After she focused, her field of vision was no longer blurry. A woman in a white dress was sitting on a chair next to her and turning the pages of a manga series Satoru had given her to read. She moved a little to adjust her position in the bed and felt a pain seared across her stomach.

Did her stomach hurt? Suddenly, the fear spread on her face, and her hand slipped on her belly as if she could feel her heart beating.

"The child is fine. Don't worry." Shoko placed the manga on the desk before her bed, crossing one leg on the other and looking at the sad smile on Y/N's lips, staring at her stomach over the blanket and was speechless.

As Shoko looked at her, she realized that compared to the past few hours, Y/N didn't look sick anymore, but her face was lethargic and pale, like a plant that hadn't been planted in the right soil and was withering because it had been deprived of a vital element.

Ignoring the many scars Y/N's had before, Shoko's gaze was directed at her hands, which until an hour ago, there were so many mortal wounds on them, but now they were almost gone, and only a couple of scratches were left. She was certain that the recovery rate of her wounds had slowed down significantly, so she had to keep her in the clinic for two days to treat minor injuries, but now the wounds described by Ijichi had healed relatively quickly; they didn't even need to hospitalize her. She tried to think of what had changed in her life since the last time she got injured. Well, they had gone to a boring wedding, her stupid friend had left his girlfriend knocked up, and here they were. Although she had guesses, she didn't point out her doubts.

"Congratulations," said Shoko and bent over to have a cigarette, but she stopped in the middle. She sighed and held her hand back. Maybe this child was a good opportunity for her to quit her old habit. "You look so gloomy for a new mother. Cheer up!"

Y/N opened and closed her mouth several times, but was unable to come up with the right words. Her throat was dry, and on the other hand, what did she want to say? That her child was probably the fruit of the night when her lover left her crying on the bed, pulled up his pants, and ran away?

She picked up the glass of water from the nightstand and then turned her head to watch the sunset from the window.

The silence was so sudden and profound that Shoko got up from the chair, walked around, and sat next to her on the bed, blocking her outside view. There were things she needed to ask as her doctor and friend. "If you don't want the child, we can—"

"I want her," Y/N said quickly. It was the one thing she knew for sure now.

Shoko smiled and leaned back. She was happy for her. "It's a girl, huh? That doula witch said that?"

Y/N's eyes swiftly turned to her face. "How... How do you? Satoru… Ijichi? Did you tell him?" Suddenly, there was no trace of the calm Y/N. She tried to get up in a panic, but the pain didn't allow her, and she sat down with a muffled groan between her clenched teeth.

A few inches away from Y/N, the sound of broken glass filled the room. Shoko glanced at the pieces of the water glass on the floor and turned her face to her with indifference. "Ease up, tiger! Satoru knows nothing. Ijichi told me about what happened." She tilted her head to a side. "Why don't you want Satoru to find out? Don't tell me you're trying to stop his conflicts with his clan!" She crossed her arms and stared at her with narrowed eyes. After the last disaster the Gojo family had brought to her, Shoko would doubt her sanity if she tried to defend them.

Y/N bit her lip and tightly held the blanket's corner in her hand. She remembered how those two men dragged her out of the club to that narrow alley, and if Satoru and Kento hadn't arrived, God knows from which dumpster her pieces were supposed to be found. She covered her face with her hand and tried not to think of what had happened to her up to now. "No, I don't give a fuck about his clan. Not anymore," she stated in a quiet voice.

'Her brain still works.' Shoko relieved. "Then what?"

Y/N was well acquainted with this behavior of Shoko. She liked to quietly trap people on the edge of the abyss and extract the truth from them. For whatever reason, especially today, sorcerers were on her nerves. "I don't want your dear friend to know about the baby." Y/N snapped, but her anger subsided sooner than she thought, and she lowered her head in shame. Shoko had never done anything wrong to her.

To her surprise, Shoko started laughing, but for a second, she saw the sadness hidden behind her eyes. She saw the backbreaking and bloody pain that Y/N was feeling. Just like a deep wound that was impossible to heal. What had Satoru done to her? "How do you plan to hide your big belly in a few months? Satoru is an idiot, but he has six fucking eyes to ultrasound the baby!" She rested her chin on her palm and tapped her finger on her cheek.

"What punishment can I expect?" Her voice was between a murmur and silence, to the point that Shoko had to lean over to distinguish the words.

"Nothing, I think. Trying to kill an heir's child is a big crime. They'll cover it up, but this doesn't mean they'll let it go. What do you want to do when they attack again? Do you want to keep killing people with a baby inside you?" Shoko probably thought that the shock after the incident had prompted her to make such decisions. Because the Y/N she knew was at least more rational than this miss-crazy-pregnant-lady.

"I know." Y/N shook her head, as if trying to rid herself of the dark thoughts. "Which is why I want to leave before he returns." She sighed. " If I go, they won't look for me, no one will seek revenge or payback, and my child will be safe from harm." She was trying to make up her mind. Her voice was sad and tired, and there was no sign of confidence in it. She was fearless till yesterday, but now she had something she didn't want to lose. She couldn't take a risk like today again.

The words of Y/N made sense, but Shoko couldn't accept them. Perhaps because she was not as neutral as she thought and Satoru's interest was more important to her. It must be it, otherwise, the day he spoke to her about his decisions on the beach, she would also have made him see the other side of the coin, but she couldn't do it. Maybe it was because she had never seen him this happy in years. Who was she to steal the happiness from him with her big wise words? "If you run, he will follow you to the end of the world."

"He couldn't find me for 11 years. I hope he can't find me later either." No one knew, except for her, if these were indeed her sincere words or if she wanted to be found by him more than anyone. After all, his arms were the first place she had ever felt at home.

"For the love of God, Y/N, she is his daughter too. You can't raise a kid without a father when she already has a father!" Even though she was calm, she got up and went to the window. Having these conversations and not smoking was more difficult than expected.

"I know, Shoko. I know." She didn't want to argue with Shoko. As a matter of fact, she didn't want to argue with anyone. She just wanted to be peaceful for a while. However, peace was the only word that wasn't written on her forehead.

"I'm not his lawyer to defend his shits. I only know that he loves you a lot and will be the best father for your child."

When Y/N heard this, a lump in her throat made it difficult for her to swallow. She didn't steal her glance. She shrewdly didn't turn her eyes away and didn't try to pretend that she didn't hear anything. But while she was holding on to her blanket, the joy of saving her daughter vanished from her face in a second, leaving only the emptiness and pain in her eyes. For a moment, intense grief washed over her face, and then fatigue took place. She sighed and tried to hold back her frustration. People say sadness is bad for a baby. She needed to do better.

Shoko could see the weariness lines in the corner of her eyes. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. She came back to her bedside, sat on the floor, and took her hand upon the blanket. It seemed silly from afar, but she was sure it meant a lot to her. "Y/N, he has lost a lot, and you're the only anchor keeping him sane. It's not my business to say these things, but he's not here now and is unaware of everything. I respect your decision not to have him around for now. But you have to think more about your decision."

She wished she had a friend like Shoko to support her like this too. So 13 years of friendship turn people into a family. If Shoko wanted her to reconsider her decision, she should have given him guarantees she could rely on. "What if he doesn't want the baby or me?"

Shoko was sure that Satoru would never let go of her or the baby. "Then I'll help you escape."

Y/N smiled, and for a moment, her face showed how young she really was. Despite her hardships, her face didn't look older than the dark-haired woman before her. "Promise?"

"I promise."

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໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ F★CK ME LIKE U WANT ME ! ’﹒

𐚁̸ sum. how the jjk men fuck—feat. gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji.

𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, size kink, hair pulling, hitting it raw, face sitting, manhandling, impact play, degradation, squírting, faking it, spit, overstim, breeding, choking, mdni.

☆ NANAMI KENTO fucks like he��ll never see you again.

he loathes his dreadfully long work hours more than anything, spending time away from you was like a death sentence to him—all he knew at the end of the day was that he missed you, he missed his wife. the moment he’s buried deep inside you, interlocking his fingers with yours—it feels like pure bliss. “hey,” he’d breathe, and for a moment you feel his weight press against you. he’s hovering, you’re in the classic missionary position. he feels warm, tenderly hot inside. you then instinctively wrap your legs around his waist with your arms slinging around his shoulders. “my love,” he kisses near your neck, starting up a frantic yet sensual pace again. “oh, how i missed you,” and he kisses near your chin. “mwah,” he concludes before you feel his knees spread a bit more wider for a more better base. “keep those eyes up here—i missed my girl,” and he says it again and again until it sounds like a mantra.

“i missed you more.” you’d coo out in a soft voice, the back of your heel gingerly running down his back. your knees open, nanami’s kneeling between your legs and you moan at his sloppy yet erotically risqué thrusts. his sweet rotating rhythm was the icing on the cake.

“oh, honey that’s just impossible,” he’d purr in a honeyed voice, a big hand pressing against your tummy. “tell me one thing though,” he hums, and the more you listen to his voice—the more melodic it sounds to you. “when i press . . here, do you feel me or do you feel our future baby?”

a candied moan runs out your mouth before you cling onto his hips that continue to delve in and out of you. he’s piercing straight into you at full speed, you merely get whiplash from it all.

he was so thick, so hefty…

the stretch made your mind speed run, he knew just the right spots to drive into. your gummy walls clamp down on him tightly, and he bites his lip at the way your loving cunt keeps him continuously hostage. every time, he’s forevermore entangled with nothing but your warmth. bodies on bodies, he liked being on top of you—the shared warmth of his skin brushing against yours, it sends you and him both various amounts of secretive inevitable shivers.

“future baby?” you inhale with a sheepish grin, his body, the way it strenuously rocks against you in such sync makes you fall more and more and love with him. “you want another baby, kento?”

“i want a whole family with you,” he murmurs in a quavering breath, leaning up close to you to nip a few sugared kisses near the corner of your neck. glacé, a perfect word to describe your taste—in nanami’s eyes, you were the sweetest treat anyone could get their hands upon. to him, you never failed to taste so appetizing, he loves more than anything to softly run his tongue near the very inner parts of your neck. he gives it a few concise sucks, meanwhile he’s still got you right where he wants you. his cock’s idly jackhammering in and out of you and you’re holding him close with the most harmonic sounds leaving the back of your throat. “you’re such a good mommy. whenever this tummy’s all round ‘n plump, it’s so pretty,” and he brings another kiss near your lips. “you’re pretty, my love.”

the very back of your heel continues to skim down his back. nanami’s muscles tense a bit from your touch and he steadies his pace for a bit.

“let’s m-make another baby then,” you stammer, his cologne scent making you a bit dizzy. he always smelled so good, his fragrant was so loud, forever reaching your nostrils the more he’s getting himself closer and closer. nanami loves the feeling of your touch, the way your hands grab onto him—pulling him closer so he can be more thorough with his deep deep strokes. he adores it.

more importantly, he adores you.

he’s panting heavily, a few strands of sweat beads race down the corners of his forehead before he kisses you once more. after a lengthy amorous kiss, he departs with a cute flushed expression and you moan. “you’re always such a good daddy too, kento.”

“. . . oh, i try to be the best for my gorgeous wife, after all.”

nanami’s words dripped with tenderness and warmth. as the bed creaks, creating a mere harmony within itself—he feels himself coming close, he knows it. blond strands of his begin to stick and glue to his forehead from the sweat that already coats his skin. “m-my love,” he suddenly says, and his grip on your hand tightens, still intertwining his fingers with yours. “i’m gonna give you so much—sooo much,” and he kisses the top of your forehead. “you’re gonna look even more stunning once you’re done being f-filled.”

“k—kento.” you’d whine, feeling his heavy base thwack against you consistently. you could tell by the sheer hits against your cunt, he was full of incoming ropes of seed.

his breathing becomes heavy and as his kegals flex and flex. a few long extended amounts of seconds pass before he finally finishes. his tip radiates with a feeling of hotness, and once he starts to flood the inside of your pussy with strings of his load—he lets off a cute strained moan himself. “f-fuck,” he’d huff out in a short breath, and even his swears were cute. nanami’s hooded eyes stare at you, and he leans against your chest, still plugging you up. feeling his cum trickle into you furthermore, nanami then slithers a hand down your tummy. “oh, m—my gorgeous girl. now we wait.”

☆ GOJO fucks like it’s the end of the world.

“yeah so angel, we’re gonna like die in five days.”

“what?”

“i read this article earlier—the world’s ending ‘n i also just so happened to stumble across this position i wanted to try on ya.”

“……”

with gojo, it’s always abruptly unforeseen moments such as these. he’s so unserious, if unserious was a person—it’d be satoru gojo.

yet, that’s all it took because it doesn’t take long before you’re literally being stretched out to the very fullest. with your legs thrown up in the air, just dangling and dangling over your shoulders like an earring, you’re whimpering your head off.

“o-oh my god, s—satoruuuu,” you’d babble out, and he’s got you in a full nelson. in the flesh, this position was practically known for having someone feel everything. each nerve, each pulse, you felt it all.

with a clouded mind and a stuffed cunt, you felt like you’re residing in cloud nine. your mouth was just stupidly hung open—you were sure a few strands of your spit were about to run past you’re lips and you whine. “you’re so d-deep, ‘s good, more.”

he’s laid back all lazy like, manspread with you all on top of him. gojo feels his thighs ache a bit from the rough repetitive slams your cunt makes against him before he groans huskily. “s-shittt,” and his arms lock around your neck. the sounds your cunt makes in retaliation were so lewd. soaked and oh so sopping wet.

you were dripping profusely, drenching his lap with nothing but your pool of sweet arousal. “clampin’ all on me, such a nasty g—girl.”

each time your pussy flings down against his lap over and over, it sends multiple shockwaves all throughout your body—so many shockwaves. you’re hot and bothered, he brings a hand down to grab near your right tit, giving it a soft firm squeeze.

“so cute. how deep do you feel me, angel? grab my hand ‘n show me. i wanna know where my girl feels the most stuffed.”

hesitatingly, you grab onto his wrist leading it towards the very lower part of your tummy—he hums a sweet tune, nearly having you in a headlock before you mewl out.

“feel you here, ‘toru,” and you feel your knees sink. he’s so deep, the stretch has your mouth salivating before you gasp. the pointed tip of his cock prods near your clit, causing you to shudder within his hold. “s—satoru, fuck, f-fuckkk.” you’d whine out, and your voice pitches just a bit more. your entire body feels warm, it’s rising temperature the more he’s got your cunt buried to the hilt with his thick cock. a few specks of white hair that coats near his base tickles and titillates against your ass each time you mercilessly plop back down. the air’s growing heavy and stuffy. you can barely even process that a familiar feeling was concurrently arising.

“upsie fuckin’ daisey,” he groans, lifting you up just a bit more. he was so strong, well considering he technically is considered to be the strongest. the strongest in bed for sure—gojo’s got his legs parted, and he’s just dumping such mean inches in and out of your cunt. you swallow him up within your walls every time. his stallion-like stamina was purely out of this world, not showing an ounce of fatigue. “so w-hot ‘n cozy inside f’me, gonna make me cum quick, angel.”

his voice was starting to get a bit trembly and whiny.

breathing patterns irregular and picking up—he was close. although, your release ends up coming straight away, so abruptly quick to where you don’t even get a moment to breathe. it literally takes your breath away—it’s so quick you have to blink thrice.

your body, its first initial response was to vigorously shake upon impact. you gush out, and you hear yourself squelch—surprised that that even came out of you before you slump way back against gojo’s bare chest. he pauses, holding your hips in place before with a sigh, he snickers a cocky, “hm, did you just . . squirt on me, baby?”

alas, there’s no reply—cute.

so much volume came out, it felt incredible. the pressure makes you whimper out louder while still being laid back against him with his twitching cock hidden inside your pussy. he stood still, and yet you still felt the pure stretch mend your walls in place. gojo’s hand slowly reaches down between your legs before feeling near your now sopping wet cunt.

“well shit, you messy girl. you really did squirt on me huh,” and he sounds more playful than usual. gojo finally puts your legs down and then he lifts you up once more, making you rest against him. pressing a wet kiss near the corner of your neck, he whispers, a lengthy finger gradually inserting between your folds. with a hushed whisper, he murmurs, “now that i know you’re a little super soaker, do that for me again, yeah? let’s play with that little squirt velocity of yours for just a bit.”

☆ TOJI fucks like he hates you.

when toji fucks, he fucks.

toji’s mean—an asshole, practically the human embodiment of the seven-lettered word. sure, he loves you. but at this particular moment, it’s like he hates your guts. ironic, considering he was actually deep in them, stirring them up in such a rough spiteful way.

“arch the fuck over more. even i can do better than that, girl,” he indignantly grouses, a hand grips a good handful of your hair whilst he’s just rudely pounding into you. he could arch better than you? truth be told, as you’re moaning your head off while being pounded full of his thick inches from behind, you giggle. toji spanks you, his palm kissing against your ass and you bite your lip from the after-effect of the sting. “giggle giggle ass girl. the fuck is so funny,” and he deepens his thrusts—a gasp lets out from the back of your throat once he smushes his weight against you.

prone bone, one of his favorites.

if toji really wanted to, he’d lean up so close and do his most treasured move—simply putting a foot near the back of your neck. it was so lewd, you’d moan whenever you feel the very back of his sock run against your neck. such a lazy way, a foot pressed against the back of your head while he’s just gifting you with mean thrusts while you’re on all fours. “uh huh. yeah, ‘s what the fuck i thought.”

“you’re the one saying you can a—arch better than me,” you whine, your voice was shaky but he could tell you were holding back laughter. you were playing with fire, especially at a lewd moment like this. he’s deep inside, the tip of his angry cock mashing against each and every corner of your cunt before you’re about to burst. “if you can arch better than me then prove i—”

“. . . listen here bitch,” toji grumbles, feeling his eye twitch.

he tugs just a bit harder on your hair. your back arch was simply immaculate. sitting upright, your palms sat against the sheets of the bed, bawling them up before you felt his free hand grip your waist steadfastly. toji leans right up to your ear before muttering in a low raspy voice. “you know, babygirl. sure do got a lot of talk for someone who struggles to take me every damn time.”

he’s got you there, you swallow before feeling a brief sharp pivot of his hips.

everything was just downright filthy. his strokes had you gasping for air practically—meticulously, he makes sure to hit every spot. his aim was thorough and precise, making sure to hit everywhere like the insides of your cunt was his target. your pussy incessantly clenches every few seconds and it makes him groan. the necklace chain that wraps around his neck tickles your back, the way it runs against your skin makes you metaphorically fold. the material of it skims down your tense muscles and you think you’re so close you could taste your sweet release on the very tips of your tastebuds.

“c—cum, ‘m gonna cum, toji.” you suddenly whimper, feeling the brusque twitch of your right thigh. with your teeth shattering, he continues to maintain a firm grip—this time, his hand placement lowers towards your neck. it gives him a good amount of leverage before he tilts his hips forward. once he does that, he thrashes his angry plump cockhead against your folds and the whine you choke out was immaculate. “f-fuck, cumming.”

toji pauses—something wasn’t right, he knew your body and how it responded to him.

the silence was straight-up deadly. your heart races while he’s still inside, you feel him twitch whilst he’s still buried deep into you and it feels so raw. “oh, girl i know the fuck you didn’t,” he grits, and he pulls out almost immediately. literally the definition of a sassy man—you could hear the bitter annoyance lingering on his tone before he flips you over, making you stare right into his dark viridescent colored eyes. “faking orgasms today yeah? you’re on a roll today.”

“i— i didn’t fake it.” you pout, not fond of the way you were suddenly empty from him pulling straight out. you wanted to be full, but you also wanted to act like a bit of a brat. “it was real.”

“sure,” he rasps, and he suddenly gets up—you’re confused, actually quite close to your finish despite you faking it the first initial time and he casually just reaches for the remote, switching the tv on. “while ya work on making y’erself finish, i’m gonna catch up on shameless.”

“are you serious?” you pant, and he very much is. he’s getting all comfy underneath the silk sheets, lazily throwing his feet up before the dim ‘who’s watching’ prompt for netflix appears. he scrolls on his assigned name which was displayed of ‘old dirty bastard with a few racks.’

“dead serious. heh, now shut up, princess. fiona ‘n lip are speaking.”

☆ CHOSO fucks like it’s the last time.

it’s an ongoing thing for him.

he loves you more than life itself—so for him to have you straddling him, taking in every inch of your gorgeous figure, he had to give you at least one more orgasm. it was the least he could do.

“i love you.” he says, and he repeats it again and again.

once choso says those words—he never hesitates, not even once. with the way your hips rotate, he’s already about to lose all sorts of composure. big rough hands of his grip and attach near your waist to help slam you up and down his pulsating cock. “i— i love you. i love the way you always m-make me feel.”

“i love you too,” you’d say in a short breath, a snatching wind nearly takes your breath away as you feel yourself clench and tighten against him. “babyyy,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “you can touch me more, it’s okay.”

his lip quivers. with a needy look in his eyes, he cutely releases a surprised sigh of relief. “o-oh, thank you. i was gonna ask but i didn’t know if you’d want me to.”

“choso, you’re literally inside of me and you’re shy to ask to touch me?” you tease, sneaking a kiss near the corner of his lips.

a tint of sheer embarrassment rises to his face before he sheepishly smiles, softly running his fingertips against your hips. “oh yeah. r-right,” and you start to rotate your hips even further. your impactful rhythm has him weak, the grinding that you’re doing also has him in an utter chokehold. choso’s speechless—he’s more of a whiner than you, he tries to even suppress his moans by biting his lip but it’s to no use. you’re leaning forward, sliding your hands down his chiseled chest before he whimpers. “you’re so sexy when you touch me,” and then he cutely gasps. “ah, sexy—i mean, breathtaking.”

“you’re adorable,” you titter, and he feels the warmth of your own chest pressing all up against him. he really was though, he’s very gentle with his touch—the way his fingers wander, choso’s heart races a mile a minute. as he’s still massaging your gummy walls with the lengthy size of his cock, he sighs himself. “close, baby?”

he nods, literally melting from your touch.

choso feels abnormally warm—he only wants more of you, he can’t help but inch his face towards you before bringing you into an idyllically deep kiss. it’s passionate, a few poking out strands that ran down his face pricks against your skin and you moan right into his mouth. as you’re rocking into him at such a pace, he touches more. you do the same, a finger trailing down his v-line, his pecs, everywhere. further and further.

“. . . you touching me—” he breaks away, glossy lips starting to stain with his gleaming saliva. he looks so pretty, his dark eyelids start to lower and he whimpers once his cock sits still. you’re practically doing all the work like this, grinding back and forth while he lies back. “you touchin’ me, ‘s gonna make me cum, princess. i— i feel so hot when you touch me.”

“you’re always hot when i do anything,” you tease, sneaking another kiss near the edge of his mouth. choso’s breathing heavier than usual before he feels himself start to pulse—his dick twitches inside and you hear him gasp once he squeezes your hips forward. he’s about to fill you up, he even gives you a glossy eyed stare, pursing his lips as if he’s merely asking permission and with a stroke of a thumb near his lips, you murmur. “it’s okay, give it to me, baby. fill me up.”

he whines, mentally preparing himself before choso feels his thighs tighten. your cunt’s gripping down against him so tight, his jaw clenches. stingy, you had him in an entire hold.

“f— fuckkk, ‘s so much coming. you’re gonna milk me like you always do, princess,” and with his eyes shut, he’s hugging your body against him solidly before seconds later, he cums. it comes out in spurts— such sweltering stringy ropes, he’s taken aback and his moans against your ear only makes you more aroused. you could listen to choso whine into your ear all day, he’s shaking underneath you and he obviously needs a moment. his black hair was all ruffled and messy before he’s still feeling himself emit filthy amounts of seed into your cunt. “s—so good,” he groans, and for a second, his voice gets a bit raspy. “baby,” he swallows, feeling himself burn up—you straddling him like this, frail arms wrap around his shoulders whilst giving him the most sly stare. he felt like he was gonna explode, you were even more warm and toasty inside now that he’s stuffed you full. “marry me,” he suddenly says. “marry me, princess.”

“i’m already your wife, silly,” you tease, he’s still pumping you full of his never-ending amounts of hot cum. you kiss near the twitching right side of his lip before purring. “too worn out to remember?”

he moans, giving your ass a needy squeeze before he throws his head back. “let’s marry again, and again, and again then. s—so i can fill you up like this all the time. i— i want you, i love you,” and then he reaches between your thighs to feel against your cunt, skimming his fingertips against his own strings of cum that painted the inner entrance of your pussy. “i love her just as much,” and then he gasps. “oh … baby, you didn’t even finish.”

☆ GETO fucks like he hasn’t eaten all day.

“less talking, more sitting on my face,” is all he says with the most lust-driven gaze.

a good way for geto to rewind from a long day is to simply be between your plush thighs. it’s his favorite pastime, hell—probably his only pastime.

you’re barely hovering over his mouth by this point—sheeny glossy lips ready to slurp you dry before he hums, a few slender fingers of yours brushing against your hips before you speak, “only if you let me pull on your hair again.”

“ah, you know you can always do that. i keep it extra long just for you, baby.”

your heart swoons—you slowly sit down, positioning your pussy against his mouth, making sure he has a bit of room to breathe before geto gradually creates one single lick against your folds. sopping, you were already soaked and his moist tongue only made matters ten times worse.

“f-fuck,” you’d moan, keeping all eyes on his the entire time. irises of yours dilate immediately the moment you watch geto start to kiss all near the crevices of your shaky legs—only to then suck his lips against your swollen needy clit. he grunts, already feeling a tent creep up in his sweats. your hips move on its own, starting to slowly grind against his face.

back and forth, back and forth…

it was so hypnotic.

you were so hypnotic.

“mhm,” he grunts hoarsely, cupping his mouth near the very top part of your slit — he’s savoring your sweetened taste entirely, lapping the flat of his tongue everywhere. your entrance dampens his chin already and he sneers, licking near the corners of his mouth. such a sloppy man, his tongue then swiftly runs against your hood before it starts to flick and jerk at a much more rapid speed. “move those—hips, ride my fuckin’ face ‘n pull on my hair, pretty girl.”

he’s eating you out so good you’re already feeling a sudden rush shoot through you. you follow what he says exactly, creating a decent rhythm with your hips—he’s so pretty like this too, black lashes half open or just about closed.

geto was already pussy-drunk, that much was to tell. “o-okay, suguuu,” you’d whimper, and you grabbed an ample amount of his tangled strands, giving him a brief hard yank. he always gets hard once you tug on his hair, his head briefly forwards further into your cunt and he chuckles—warm breath fanning against your clit. “right there, sugu. s-spit on it.”

“anything for the princess,” he says between sharp breaths. you’re slowly rocking your hips against his face—feeling the soft tip of his nose brush up and down repeatedly against your dripping entrance before he departs just to spit right on your pussy. he brings a hand to smear it all between your folds, all the while a tongue slides against his own lips and oh he’s hungry. hungry for you. “damn. she just gets more sloppier every fuckin’ time. should be a crime to be this soaked, baby.”

and you whimper, watching with glossy eyes as he laps up his saliva—coating your slick entrance with a plethora of chaste kisses shortly afterward.

it's lustrous, so shiny.

geto makes sure to study your body if its entirety. the way your breathing dramatically picks up and the harder and sloppier your thrusts against his mouth becomes. you’re coming close and he’s much well aware, “yeah,” he utters, and it’s in the mere form of a question. “already, hm? you gonna make a mess on me so i can clean you right back up?”

“y— yes,” you moan, the tugging on his hair only getting rougher. pant after pant escapes through your lips before he starts to playfully nibble right on your clit. a finger of his slowly inserts into you and you clench around it, feeling a few steady pulses before that’s right when you gasp. ultimately, you end up finishing after a few minutes—so much so, that your eyes were all hazy, rolling to the very backs of your are and you whimper loudly, still grinding against his face.

“. . . ooooh,” he hums, a right hand of his that tucks behind you, giving your ass a concise squeeze. once he sits back up again, geto peers into you with a sly amused gaze before giving your cunt one more kiss. “now give me one more, ‘m still not satisfied with my meal, sweetheart.”

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