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siriuslysatorusimping · 6 months

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Be Honest With Me (Gojo Satoru NSFW, Another Level- Horizon of Chaos Part 3 cross-post)

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“You didn’t get your boyfriend anything for his birthday? What kind of girlfriend are you?” His eyes were shining with mirth as he teased her, and she rolled her own. “The kind that’s been busy trying to survive for the past month,” she deadpanned, fighting a smile at his childish huff. “And whose boyfriend can get quite literally anything he wants for himself.” “It’s the thought that counts, sweetheart,” Gojo insisted, his pout growing. “Really? Nothing?” This is actually Part 3 of Horizon of Chaos, but I decided to post it on Tumblr for Gojo's birthday! Gojo and Rinko on his birthday before his fight with Sukuna. JJK Manga Spoilers.

If you haven't already, you can read Gojo and Rinko's entire journey in Another Level on AO3 💕😊

2018

“What’d you get me?”

She rolled her eyes at the smirk on Gojo’s face.

“Nothing,” Rinko informed him bluntly. “Haven’t had the time to go shopping recently. Been a bit busy.”

“You weren’t already planning anything?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “Baby-”

“First of all,” she snapped, pointing a finger at him accusingly as she narrowed her eyes. “We’ve never done gifts for birthdays-”

“That was before we were dating,” he argued, pouting dramatically. “You didn’t get your boyfriend anything for his birthday? What kind of girlfriend are you?”

His eyes were shining with mirth as he teased her, and she rolled her own.

“The kind that’s been busy trying to survive for the past month,” she deadpanned, fighting a smile at his childish huff. “And whose boyfriend can get quite literally anything he wants for himself.”

“It’s the thought that counts, sweetheart,” Gojo insisted, his pout growing. “Really? Nothing?”

She shook her head, letting out an exasperated sigh. Even with everything going on, he still found a way to be a child about the dumbest things. One of the many things that would never change. Something she didn’t ever want to change.

Still, part of her couldn’t help but worry that this would be his last birthday. That thought brought a scowl to her face, and she did her best to shove it down. He was allowed to be a bit ridiculous on his birthday and not have to deal with her constant worrying. Especially if-

“Rinko,” he grasped her hand and pulled her into his arms. She clenched her jaw, trying to avoid his eyes, but he grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. He gave her a soft smile, his bright blue eyes shining down at her. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Blinking against the tears that had formed, Rinko took a deep breath as she watched his face carefully.

“Be honest with me,” she whispered, trying to keep her jaw from trembling. “Do you think you’re going to win?”

They stood in silence for a few moments as he contemplated his real answer. He finally let out a heavy sigh, leaning down so his forehead was resting against hers.

“Honestly?” Gojo’s eyes dulled slightly. “I want to say that I’m gonna win-”

“I asked you to be honest,” she cut him off quietly. “Do you think you’re going to win?”

His shoulders slumped slightly, and she pulled him to the couch, settling on his lap as she stared into his eyes.

“I need you to be honest with me,” she said, holding his face in her hands. “I know you want to say you’re going to. But I- I need to know that you trust me enough to tell me the truth. Don’t- don’t carry that weight alone, Satoru.” Offering him a small smirk, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “S’what a girlfriend is for, yeah? To help with these kinds of things. Let me be here for you.”

He took a deep breath, and Rinko held her own as she waited for him to speak. She knew he trusted her. But he was never one who admitted weakness. It had to be a new feeling for him, being unsure. And while she understood why he was keeping up the facade for others, she hoped that he felt safe enough with her to be truthful.

“I-” his hands went to her hips, thumbs rubbing small circles absently. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I think I can. But I dunno if I will. It’s- not gonna be easy. Gonna fuckin push me.”

His eyes held doubt that she’d only seen a few times since she’d known him, and she pursed her lips to the side.

“What are you thinking now?” she murmured, and he shrugged lightly.

“It’s something I always thought would be fun,” Gojo admitted sheepishly. “And I still think it will be.” She’d expected that. Already knew that he would see it as a fun challenge. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see if I can beat him. S’the king of curses, yeah? But- I gotta admit, I don’t feel as excited as I thought I would when I first thought about fighting him.”

She frowned slightly, and he chuckled at her confused look.

“I’m- I’m not afraid of death,” his voice was quieter than before as he watched her face carefully, but she kept her expression neutral. Again, she already knew he wasn’t afraid of dying. “But- I don’t want to die. I’m not ready to just yet.”

He gave her a small smile, bumping his forehead against hers.

“I want more time with you, baby,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “I- I don’t wanna leave you. And I want to be able to tell you that I’m gonna win so I can come back to you. S’what I think is actually bothering me. That I can’t tell you for sure.”

“I can’t ask you to make any promises about coming back to me,” she leaned her forehead against his. “So just promise me you’ll always be honest about what you’re thinking. And that- that you’ll do everything you can to come back to me, yeah?”

“Promise,” he replied instantly, nudging her nose with his. “I can definitely promise that.”

“Thank you for being honest,” she whispered. “I just- it doesn’t make it any easier, but I love you. And because I love you, I don’t want you to deal with this shit alone. I want to be there for you in what ways I can.”

His eyes brightened again as she spoke, and he gave her a dopey grin.

“I love you, too, Rinko-chan,” he replied happily. “I really fucking love you.”

A small grin found its way to her face as well, and she pecked his cheek again, drawing a scoff from him. His hand moved to stop her before she could pull away, capturing her lips softly.

“You said you want me to tell you what I’m thinking?” he asked, his other arm wrapping around her waist as she smirked against him. “M’thinking I wanna show you how much I love you.”

Rinko hummed quietly, running her hands down his chest lightly, feeling the muscles flex. An upside to his training, and an indicator of how much he was really training, was that he was getting bigger. Bulkier. He was still lean, but she had noticed that his shirts were tighter than they used to be.

She wouldn’t deny that she was thoroughly enjoying it.

“Funny,” she replied, nipping his bottom lip. “I was thinking I figured out something you might like for your birthday.”

He moaned quietly, pressing his tongue into her mouth and massaging hers.

“Yeah?” he asked, and she felt his cock twitch beneath her. “You wanna share?”

Pulling back, she moved from his lap, snickering when he whined in protest. His complaint cut off when she sank to her knees, her hands tugging his sweats down just enough to grasp him lightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bucking up into her hand when she gave him a light squeeze. “Baby, you’re so fucking perfect.”

She gave his slit a teasing kiss before leaning down to lick the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. His hand tangled in her hair, his breaths already coming in pants as he watched her intently. Peering up at him for a moment, she swirled her tongue around his head before sucking it lightly, just barely grazing her teeth against him.

“Shit,” he rasped, the hand in her hair tightening as she flattened her tongue against his tip to catch the precum leaking from it. “Rinko-”

She couldn’t help but feel smug when he choked as she took him in her mouth, relaxing her throat so she could ease him all the way in until her nose nudged against his pelvis. His eyes squeezed shut as she swallowed around him, and he tossed his head back, a loud moan falling from his lips.

“So good,” he grunted, his hips bucking up when she pulled back. “So fucking good, baby. Such a good-”

He cut off with a whine when her teeth grazed his tip again, and she licked his slit before taking him as deep as she could again. Moaning quietly, she focused on her breathing as she bobbed her head a few times.

“Oh fuck,” Gojo moaned, fisting his other hand in her hair and thrusting up. “Shit, baby. Fucking hell.”

She blinked up at him as he lifted his head to stare down at her, and he clenched his jaw.

“Want me to fuck your throat, baby?” he growled, and she moaned around him again. “‘Course you do, fuckin slut. Such a good little slut for me.” He pulled back before snapping his hips up, grunting when she whimpered. “Fuck, Rinko. I love you so fucking much.”

She snorted, almost gagging as she did, and he grinned.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he taunted, pausing his hips for a moment and pushing her head down until she did gag. “Wouldn’t want you to choke.”

Narrowing her eyes as she blinked the tears from them, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, smirking internally when he let out a broken moan.

“Goddamn,” he moved faster, thrusting into her. “Gonna cum, baby. Fuck.”

She clenched her thighs as she watched his face, her own moans causing him to stutter. His cock twitched as he slammed into her mouth a final time, his hips jerking erratically when she just sucked harder as his cum shot down her throat. Swallowing as quickly as she could, she moaned when some still escaped and dribbled from the corner of her mouth. He let out a broken whine, and she couldn’t help but feel smug at his wrecked expression, eyes cloudy as they stared down at her.

Gojo sagged against the couch, running both of his hands through his hair as his chest heaved, and she released him slowly. Giving his slit a final teasing lick, Rinko smirked up at him when he jolted before she tucked his cock into his sweats and climbed back onto his lap.

“Happy birthday,” she said cheerfully, pressing a kiss to his lips and then snuggling into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. “Did you like your present?”

She grinned when he just grunted in response and closed his eyes as he caught his breath.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”

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siriuslysatorusimping · 10 months

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Writing Another Level:

"I'm not gonna write smut in this chapter these two are capable of being alone together without going at each other like feral beasts-"

*Ten minutes later*

Rinko and I both blame Gojo because he can't keep his hands to himself

Read Another Level on AO3 :)

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siriuslysatorusimping · 9 months

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Not an ask, but I'm currently studying self-regulation theory, and one person I'm looking into is Walter Mischel. Part of his theory emphasises that our behavioural responses depend on the situation where they adapt their thoughts, emotions, and behaviours to fit the situation.

All I can think of during this is the part in Another Level, where Gojo said to Rinko that she always thinks before she speaks and always chooses the answer that'll get her spanked and I find this HILLARIOUS.

Like, this js a genuine essay for uni and Rinkos behaviour in choosing to get spanked is all I can focus on right now. 🤣🤣

In any event, I hope you're having a wonderful day/evening and continue to have it.

BRUH. WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY??

That's so fucking HILARIOUS 😂

BUT SHE REALLY DOES. OBVIOUSLY, RIGHT? YOU GET TO SEE A LOT OF HER THOUGHT PROCESS TO GET THERE. BECAUSE SHE FINDS IT FUN. BECAUSE SHE IS A FUCKING BRAT 😭😂 and he loves her so much for it 😂🥹

But the thought of you trying to pay attention to your classes and literally just having Rinko brain rot brings me so much horrible joy. 😂 Good luck with your essay!!! 😇

For those who haven't read it, and would like to, this is referring to Let's Get Lost 👀

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siriuslysatorusimping · 5 months

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Random Question (Another Level Extra)

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“So, no marriage for you, huh?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side as he teased her. “No budding romances? No sweet non-sorcerers waiting to sweep you off your feet?”

“Non-sorcerers are definitely out of the question.” Rinko scrunched her nose. “I don’t wanna have to lie to someone until I know they’ll stay, ya know? Not exactly the best foundation for a possible lifelong commitment.” She paused, meeting his eyes again with a smirk. “And none of the sorcerers I know are marriage material, either.”

“Hurtful,” he teased, lifting up and putting his hand over his heart. “I’m offended, baby. You don’t want me to wife you up?”

“Especially not when you say it like that,” she deadpanned.

Kiko note: One of my favorite things about writing these two is the serious conversations they have while they fuck. This is set the day after Let's Get Lost and their conversation references Hollow Echoes. This is also posted on AO3

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

2013

“Kinda curious ‘bout something.”

Rinko’s eyes narrowed at Gojo, prompting him to grin as he rolled his hips teasingly.

His words made her tense in suspicion because him being curious while he was balls deep was typically not a good sign.

They’d spent most of the day in bed, just like he’d asked of her yesterday while they showered. She couldn’t describe it as lazy because he’d barely allowed her any time to rest since they woke up. Their current position was the most relaxed they’d been all day.

“S’pretty random, actually,” he admitted, his hips keeping their steady pace as he filled her over and over. “That date you skipped, why’d you do it?”

“Huh?” Her eyebrows shot up before dropping, furrowing in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

The question was very random. But such a Gojo question to ask when he’d spent the entire day ruining her in every way he possibly could.

“Told you it was random,” he said, grasping her leg and wrapping it around his waist so he could thrust deeper. Her back arched in response, a strangled moan ripping from her throat. “Fuck, that’s it.” He sped up briefly before settling back into his relaxed, lazy rhythm. “The date you didn’t go on last year. Y’know, when I-”

Showed up at her apartment drunk and acting like a jealous idiot? That date? She couldn’t even say she was surprised he’d ask now of all times.

Rolling her eyes, she yelped when he slammed into her once, his eyes glinting playfully.

“S’rude to roll your eyes at me when I’m fucking you this good, Rinko-chan,” he chided. Because bringing up the night he showed up at her place drunk and jealous while he was inside her wasn’t rude. Or the very fact that he’d shown up drunk and jealous in the first place when it was supposed to be casual. His grin grew at her indignant squawk, leaning down to capture her lips, biting her tongue gently when she released a breathy moan. “Keep your bratty comment to yourself just this once-”

“Don’t really see how it’s bratty to point out you being a-” she choked off when she felt his cock stab her cervix, “-an asshole.”

Gojo just snickered, moving his lips to her neck, nuzzling the ticklish spot there.

“Come on,” he murmured, sucking a bruise onto her skin. “I’m actually curious.”

“You’re talking about the time you showed up drunk, right?”

He nipped her skin in warning, and she sighed.

“Multiple reasons,” she relented. “Was a bit stressed. I’d had a long week already, and I’d just gotten a text from you telling me to send you my address because you apparently wanted to come spank me like the asshole you-”

“You liked it,” he argued, lifting his head to give her a smug grin and laughing when she clenched instinctively at the memory. “‘Least your pretty pussy did. Squeezed me so good then, still squeezing me now. Oh, fuck.” He groaned low in his throat. “Not the point, though. You’ve had to miss dates for shit, obviously. But I thought you always rescheduled ‘em. Was surprised you didn’t reschedule that one.”

She let her head fall back as she released a heavy sigh mixed with a whine.

“Ever meet someone and- fuck, right there- just know they’re too nice?” she breathed, arching her back when he rolled his hips to graze her gspot teasingly.

Maybe nice wasn’t exactly the word but it was the best she could think of now. She knew he’d understand, though. It was why he didn’t usually see people more than once. Thank fuck he’d decided she was the exception to that rule.

“Not really sure what you mean,” he admitted, sucking on her neck again. “But I think I follow.”

“S’why you have your little ‘no repeats’ rule, yeah?” she pressed. “Because you don’t wanna risk someone getting attached?”

“Obviously. S’also why I only fuck non-sorcerers now, too. Gets messy.” He paused, leaning back to meet her eyes as if he just knew she was making a face. “You are, so far, not messy,” he said, giving her a wolfish grin. “Well, at least not in a bad way.”

She couldn’t contain the eye roll at how stupid he was sometimes.

“Pussy is fuckin incredible, too,” he continued cheekily. “So it’s a win-win for both of us.”

“If only your cock was- wait!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck when he narrowed his eyes at her. Licking up the side of his throat, she nipped his jaw playfully. “A win-win. Can’t deny the guarantee of a really good fuck is nice. Might need to make a copy of your map-”

She squealed when his hands found her sides, fingers digging into her ribs relentlessly.

“Such a goddamn brat,” he growled, lifting her leg to his shoulder and grinding his hips before speeding up. He made sure to tease her gspot with each thrust, his lips latching onto her neck as her cries rose in pitch. “Not a single goddamn thing that could help anyone fuck you as good as me, and you know it. S’why you act like a fucking menace so much.”

“I would never,” she breathed, whining when he moved one of his hands between them to rub tight circles around her clit. “Fuck- don’t- don’t stop-”

“Yeah?” he taunted, digging his teeth into her neck and pulling a strangled moan from her. “My little slut gonna cum for me like a good girl? Hm? Come on, Rinko-chan. Show me you can be a good girl.”

He pinched her clit hard, and a broken scream wrenched free as she came. Whimpers and moans fell uncontrollably as she convulsed, thrashing against him when he sped up.

“Just like that,” he cooed, his tongue soothing where he’d bitten. He moaned quietly in her ear, his hips stuttering briefly. “Such a good girl for me.”

She just whined as she felt him twitching as he spilled inside her, releasing a long, guttural groan before he released her leg and dropped his weight on top of her. His arms wrapped underneath her tightly, his lips tracing random patterns along her shoulder.

“Never answered my question,” he mumbled, and she nodded. “Said somethin’ about people getting attached?”

Catching her breath, she blinked around the sleep trying to pull her under.

“Yeah. Just- when you meet someone and kinda just know they’re looking for the whole thing. Date, fall in love, have kids type thing, ya know?”

He lifted his head curiously, meeting her eyes.

“You don’t want that?”

Pursing her lips to the side, she shrugged as best she could.

“I- maybe someday,” she admitted quietly. “But- this life doesn’t really let that happen. Name one happily married couple you know of?”

The snort he released made her chuckle, and he nodded.

“Can’t,” he said. “Parents weren’t exactly the happiest. They weren’t miserable, but they sure as hell weren’t happy.”

“Probably had something to do with having you as their kid,” she teased lightly. “I imagine it wasn’t easy. There were a lot of hits out on you pretty young, right?”

His scoff was paired with a dramatic eye roll before he leveled her with a bored look.

“Took care of those pretty easy,” he deadpanned. “None of ‘em had the guts to try anything. Parents were just… distant.” He shrugged again. “Guess I can’t compete much with you, though. Your old man’s a real piece of shit.”

She definitely didn’t need that reminder.

“So, no marriage for you, huh?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he teased her. “No budding romances? No sweet non-sorcerers waiting to sweep you off your feet?”

“Non-sorcerers are definitely out of the question,” she replied instantly, scrunching her nose. “I don’t- I don’t wanna have to lie to someone until I know they’ll stay, ya know? Not exactly the best foundation for a possible lifelong commitment.” She paused, meeting Gojo’s eyes again with a smirk. “And none of the sorcerers I know are marriage material.”

“Hurtful,” he teased, lifting up and putting his hand over his heart. “I’m offended, baby. You don’t want me to wife you up?”

“Especially not when you say it like that,” she deadpanned. “Be honest, you never intend to settle down, either. Too busy, yeah? It’s why you don’t wanna deal with anyone getting attached.”

His teasing grin shrank a bit as he nodded.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Got a lot of shit to take care of. Not like there’s anyone who could keep up with me.”

As expected. She’d assumed as much.

“Ever been in love?”

He snorted, and she snickered at his bored look.

“Have you ever been in love?” he countered, grinning when she snorted just like he had. “You can say you’re in love with me, Rinko-chan.”

“Sorry, Gojo,” she hummed drily. “But you really aren’t the kinda person I want to fall in love with. Emotionally constipated would be an understatement.”

“Again, hurtful,” he chuckled. “But nah. Never been in love. Kinda don't ever wanna be. Fucks people up, yeah? S’what causes some of the nastiest curses. Like the one from your exam.”

As if she could forget. She’d almost fucking drowned. A curse born from the hatred of a scorned wife. A scorned lover.

“My mom used to say she loved Naobito at one point,” Rinko noted, gnawing on her bottom lip. “She loved him when they were together. Dunno what the fuck about that asshole could be lovable, but she meant it. It- it fucked her up pretty good. She- always said she didn’t regret it because it gave her- me. But- not so sure I could do it. Be as strong as she was.”

Almost two years without her and it still felt like yesterday. Her chest ached at the realization.

“You miss her.”

“Well, yeah,” she said, feeling small. “She was- my favorite person. The only one I had for most of my life.”

Gojo nodded, understanding coloring his expression.

“Well, you got me now, Rinko-chan,” he stated firmly. He wrapped his arms underneath her again, holding her tighter than before. It made the weight in her chest lift a bit. “And Nanamin. Got a lot of people here for you. Hell, you can even say you’ve got Fushiguro’s brat now, too. Since you fuckin bribed him with those damn cookies-”

“Not my fault you didn’t think of that before me,” she argued, unable to fight the grin at his pout. “Don’t be jealous, Satoru.”

He just rolled his eyes and dropped his head down, burying his face in her neck.

“Thank you,” she murmured, twisting his hair around her fingers gently. “You- I dunno if you need or want to, but you have me now, too.”

His breath fanned across her neck as he hugged her tighter.

“‘Course I want to, Rinko-chan,” he replied, groaning when he shifted, and they both seemed to remember that he was still inside her. “Mm, fuck. I need a fuckin nap, and then I’m gonna keep you tied to this bed until one of us has to leave.”

He chuckled darkly when she couldn’t contain the quiet moan, licking her neck teasingly.

“Rest up, baby.”

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siriuslysatorusimping · 2 months

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Teasing and Techniques (Another Level - Installment 2, Part 1)

Summary:

“Gojo Satoru,” she called, watching his lips quirk upward into a smirk. “What’s a Tokyo boy such as yourself doing all the way out in Kyoto?” “Kurisaki Rinko,” he replied easily, hands in his pockets as he walked towards her slowly until he stood directly in front of her. “You never did tell me how your cursed technique works. How about it?" - “You’re a Zenin.” More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her.

AN: I decided to combine the first two parts of the original, so this is Part 1 and 2 from the AO3 version :)

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Teasing and Techniques - Part 1 (and 2) 2010

“Gojo Satoru,” Rinko called, watching his lips quirk upward into a smirk. “What’s a Tokyo boy such as yourself doing all the way out in Kyoto?”

It had been almost four years since they’d first met at the exchange event when they were in school. Their paths hadn’t had reason to cross since.

She never imagined she’d come across him in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of Kyoto, exorcizing the curse she’d been tracking. It was a Grade 3 at most, so it surprised her that he was wasting his Special Grade time on something so weak.

A different kind of confidence oozed from him, a result of his obvious growth.

She’d heard about his achievements through the grapevine, never surprised that he was excelling. After all, she’d experienced his power before he reached his full potential and barely survived.

Part of her shuddered at the thought of another fight like that now, with him at his full strength. Another part craved it more than anything else.

He’d exchanged his sunglasses for white bandages to cover his eyes, but even still, she knew he could see clear as day. The makeshift blindfold covered most of his forehead too, pushing his hair up so it stood in uneven spikes.

“Kurisaki Rinko,” he replied easily. His hands were in his pockets as he walked towards her slowly until he stood directly in front of her. He was somehow taller than he had been in school, towering over her even more than their first meeting. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised to run into you.” He tilted his head to the side, obviously staring at her even if she couldn’t see for herself. “What am I doing here? Dealing with your messes, of course.”

His reply caused her to roll her eyes, watching the small smirk grow into a grin.

“You never did tell me how your cursed technique works,” he said, leaning down so his face was level with hers. “How about it?”

She could tell his eyes were narrowing behind the bandages as he stared down at her, unable to sense her energy. It was how she’d snuck up on him to begin with.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been obsessing over me and my technique for the past four years?”

She kept her voice teasing, but she knew he’d made inquiries about her abilities since they’d met and even more after they’d graduated. He was a man who didn’t like not being in the loop, and she was sure it drove him crazy not getting answers.

Unlucky for him, her records were sealed tight.

“Of course not. But your energy output,” he continued, “reminds me of someone else I’ve met.”

Releasing the tight hold on her cursed energy, she poured it into her duplicates and prepared for the fight she knew was coming. The fight she was asking for.

“Ah,” she replied, letting her smirk grow. “I heard you had a bit of a run-in with Toji-kun.”

Just as she’d thought, the name made his energy spike, bloodlust filling her senses and she barely had enough time to swap with her closest duplicate before he annihilated her.

“A friend of yours?” he called, not turning to look at where she’d moved to. “Fushiguro Toji was a friend of yours?”

She knew better than to tempt fate, to taunt Gojo Satoru. But just like the first time, it was too much fun to resist. Still, she knew that if she wasn’t careful, he would kill her with ease. Last time she made him angry enough, she’d barely survived. With his power levels now? She didn’t stand a chance. And this time she didn’t have the luxury of teachers and witnesses stopping him if she actually pushed him too far.

If only he wasn’t so much fun to tease.

The strongest in the world was predictable when it came to how to rile him up.

“I only met Toji a few times,” she admitted, holding her hands up. “Heard he gave you a bit of a problem-”

He was barely containing his rage, but she knew that he could tell she wasn’t a real threat. That knowledge didn’t stop him from rushing towards her, his entire body buzzing with his cursed energy.

He’s faster than I remember, she thought to herself.

But of course he would be. His fight with Toji had supposedly unlocked something in him that had laid dormant until then. Allowed him to harness techniques he’d been unable to tap into before.

Her adrenaline spiked just like it had during their first fight years ago. She forced the excitement down and focused on ensuring she had a duplicate ready to swap with.

Staying on the defense was going to be harder this time, seeing as she knew his senses were stronger. He’d see through pretty much anything she threw at him now. Getting any cheap hits was extremely unlikely. With that thought at the forefront of her mind, she struggled to keep up with replacing her duplicates as he destroyed them. He was using just a smidge of cursed energy with each hit, meaning it was harder for her to create another.

Avoiding his hits was proving to be nearly impossible. He grew faster with each miss, a sadistic smile on his face the entire time.

“How did you know Fushiguro?” he asked casually as she physically dodged one of his punches. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she realized how close he’d been to hitting. A millisecond slower and her brains were painting the walls behind her. “And I am still so curious about this technique of yours-”

It was a display of his strength, how easily he could carry a conversation while she focused every ounce of energy on avoiding his inhuman barrage. And he was doing it on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Playing with her, just like she had with him.

Pouring energy into another set of duplicates, she instantly swapped with the furthest, watching as he exerted more cursed energy than before to demolish it.

He had learned how to tell the difference immediately, she realized. In fact, she paused, assessing the situation. Eyes narrowing slightly, she noticed that he was pulling his punches when he knew the her in front of him was real. The second she swapped away, he destroyed it.

It was true that he had surpassed his former self and even more true that she was in over her head in a fight against him. She’d always known she was no match. But now it was painfully obvious as he toyed with her.

Whispering to herself, she allowed her energy to flow freely, knowing it was a stupid risk. But picking a fight with Gojo Satoru had also been a stupid risk.

“Cursed Technique,” she murmured, taking control of her duplicates and allowing them to multiply. “Shadow Step.”

The echoes of her movement surrounded them now, and Gojo paused his assault to let out a loud laugh. Turning around slowly, he saw the dozens of copies, all mimicking her movements as she wanted. Releasing her grip, she allowed them to act independently, repeating past actions as she focused on masking her own energy to blend in.

But the level of concentration needed to keep the echoes going at the same time as her duplicates was quickly draining her energy.

A low whistle escaped Gojo’s mouth, his grin still in place as he reached up to pull his bandage blindfold down. Revealing his icy bright irises, he observed her technique with the full weight of his Six Eyes.

With those, he’d find her in seconds, she knew he would.

“You’re full of surprises, Kurisaki,” he called, searching the shadows for her. “Which one is real, hm?”

Without another word, he set to work destroying her echoes, letting out a laugh with each one that disappeared. Struggling to keep up with how quickly he got rid of them, she felt her energy waning as he enhanced his fists with cursed energy.

“Gotcha,” he suddenly said, turning and staring directly at her. He anticipated her dodge, fist shooting out faster than she could react and throwing her backward. Her technique fell, and she released a heavy grunt when her back met the hard concrete wall. It knocked the breath from her chest, and she struggled to push herself back to her feet.

Breathing was harder for more reasons than the shock of the impact. She’d felt some distinct cracks when his fist came in contact with her chest; and another crack when she slammed into the wall.

Letting out a somewhat unhinged laugh, Gojo appeared in front of her again and grabbed her the front of her shirt.

“How many more techniques you got in that pretty head of yours?”

His breath was fanning across her face as he leaned down, his bright eyes staring straight through her. Destroying her echoes hadn’t been an attempt to find her, it was meant to weaken her.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” she breathed, still trying to force the air back into her lungs. Her ribs creaked in response to her shaky inhale, a groan of pain almost escaping. “Or, you can buy me dinner as repayment for cracking a few ribs.”

Another smirk pulled the corners of his mouth, and he chuckled quietly. Releasing his grip on her shirt, he braced his hands against the wall behind her so she was caged in. He leaned even closer, his lips inches away from hers as his eyes stared into her soul.

“You asking me on a date, Kurisaki?”

It was her turn to laugh, watching his eyes flit down to her lips as the air wheezed out of her.

“Wouldn’t you love that, Gojo?” she teased, tilting her head to the side. “No, I’m offering to tell you about my technique. But you have to buy me sobayaki dan okonomiyaki first. I know a great place not too far from here.”

He had put his blindfold back in place as they walked to the izakaya, shoving his hands back in his pockets nonchalantly.

Now, he stared at her through it as their food was placed in front of them. His expression had been neutral when she returned the owner’s cheerful greeting. But when she snapped her chopsticks apart and sighed happily, his indifference began to crack. The amused smile broke free as he watched her barely resist the urge to inhale the steaming food.

She let out a quiet, delighted groan when the taste of the fluffy pancake and sauces exploded on her tongue.

“Ugh,” she moaned, ignoring how his amusement shifted into a smirk at the noise. “Nothing better than some delicious food after a long day and a few cracked ribs.”

He hummed quietly in agreement, digging into his own food while he continued to stare at her expectantly.

“How did you know Fushiguro?” he asked, his voice serious. Pulling part of the bandage down, he stared at her with one eye. “How would you know the Sorcerer Killer?”

“Cousins tend to know each other,” she stated vaguely, shoving a giant bite into her mouth.

Partially true. She hadn’t actually met most of her cousins.

But as she spoke, his eyebrows met his hairline.

“You’re a Zenin.”

More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her.

Swallowing, she tutted, motioning with her chopsticks.

“Ah ah,” she began, forcing herself to pause to take a sip of her tea. “Fushiguro willingly gave up the name. Took his wife’s instead because of how much he hated the family.”

“But you didn’t.” Gojo’s voice was even as he set his chopsticks down, still staring at her intently. Clearly, seeing as she wasn’t married. But she’d let that slide. “Then what’s your story? You related to the Fushiguro family? They’re not related to the Zenin clan outside of-”

“Not Fushiguro,” she snorted. “I’ve never met any of them, at least outside of Toji.”

“Kurisaki isn’t a known family. And it isn’t associated with Zenin either-”

“Nope,” she stated, watching his face twitch when she cut him off. He was getting irritated, she could tell. “Kurisaki is a family with zero cursed energy, zero Jujutsu Sorcerers before me. Zero knowledge of curses-”

“Then how the fuck-”

“Someone is impatient,” she teased, feeling a thrill when he scowled. “Kurisaki is my mother’s name. My father, however-” she trailed off, feeling a small spike of fear at her almost slip up. She was already telling him too much.

At her pause, Gojo only quirked an eyebrow.

“Wanted nothing to do with me,” she continued flatly. “A bastard from a non-sorcerer family. My mother raised me away from the Zenin clan.”

“Then how’d you end up at Kyoto Tech?”

“Gakuganji,” she replied, pausing to slurp up some noodles. “Zenin may not acknowledge or want anything to do with me, but they couldn’t just let me run around untrained. Too much risk. So, when I hit the right age, they sent him to collect me. According to him, I was technically enrolled the day I was born under the stipulation that I displayed any signs of cursed energy when I got older.”

“Doesn’t explain how you ever met Fushiguro,” he said, leaning back. “He was a legitimate kid. Just didn’t have cursed energy. And if you were raised away from the main clan-”

“You’re so curious about Toji,” she said, her mouth still full of noodles. “S’pose he made an impression, huh?”

His mouth pressed into a thin line, and she quickly swallowed her bite as she realized that one was probably too far.

Toji had killed him, after all.

“Toji came and found me,” she admitted, placing her chopsticks down beside her plate. Gojo looked like he wanted to say something, but she held her finger up to silence him as she turned and called out, “Oi, could I get a beer?”

Upon confirmation, she turned back to see Gojo still leaning back as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Toji found me before Gakuganji came to get me,” she said, accepting her beer and taking a huge gulp. “I was twelve, I think? Maybe thirteen. I knew of the Zenins. Knew my father was one. But I didn’t know anything else.”

Except that one phone call, where her father had addressed her as the ‘unwanted mistake.’

“I was just starting to understand what I could do, or at least understand that I had the potential to do something. And had just found out I was lucky I’d been allowed to be born. He’d heard about me through whispers. Wanted to see what the fuss was about.” Pursing her lips to the side, she remembered what he’d asked her. “And he wanted me to keep him informed of clan happenings. He thought I’d be more involved with them once I started school.”

“And?”

“At the time, I considered it,” she admitted, shrugging. “I’d never met anyone else from the clan in person, I hated them already, and his ask wasn’t that difficult.”

She’d been bitter and angry. Hated that her only conversation with her father had started with him asking if she was the mistake.

“So you helped him-?”

“No,” she snapped defensively before deflating slightly. “Not really. I agreed that I’d let him know if and when the clan reached out to me. That was why I ended up meeting him more than once. But- after Yoshinobu took me to school, it didn’t take me long to tell him Toji had contacted me. Made me realize how stupid I’d been.” Pausing again, she took a deep breath, feeling her ribs protest. “Probably saved my life, though, agreeing the way I did.”

Gojo released a quiet grunt at that, a small frown on his face.

“He’d have killed you as a kid?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Cold.”

“Pretty sure you already knew that,” she retorted. “Found out first hand, yeah? This was before he only cared about a paycheck, too. I have little doubt he’d have killed me that day to keep me from talking. Luckily, he never learned about my technique. But now, I obviously don’t have to worry about that-”

“So you’re telling me you owe me for getting rid of him,” Gojo said, an almost predatory grin forming. “Kurisaki Rinko in my debt?”

“Hardly,” she scoffed, staring at his blindfold now. “Toji’s only concern by the time you killed him was a paycheck. It’s why he killed you in the first place, remember? The only reason Toji ever would have targeted me was if it would have made him money.”

Though, she thought darkly, the Zenins would have paid him well.

“Last I heard from him was almost a year before you met him-”

“Oh?” Gojo leaned forward as he pulled his blindfold down slightly, revealing his left eye to her. “And why was that?”

“He’d heard I’d been to the estate for the first time,” she replied, her side aching. The scar under her ribs was a fun reminder of the only time she’d visited. “He wanted to know about the kid that was like him, the other one born without cursed energy.”

“Ogi’s kid.”

Everyone knew how much the Zenins despised that Ogi’s kids were ‘weak.’

“Thought that my visit was my introduction to clan activities,” she continued. “It wasn’t. I haven’t been back since. Too bad for him, he didn’t get his insider. He was honestly surprised I wasn’t welcome at the estate. Said he figured I would be with how strong I seemed. Think he was bullshitting me to get me to do what he wanted, though. He said he thought my father would want me around, which I know was bullshit-”

“Your father-?”

“I’ll leave that one as a mystery,” she said evasively, her gut dropping at the thought of him knowing. She knew better than to talk about him. “Anyway, yeah, as you pointed out earlier though, Toji had no cursed energy, and I can mask mine. Noticed how easily he could sneak up on people, thought it might come in handy.”

“Neat trick,” Gojo mused, tilting his head to the side. His blindfold was back in place. “So,” he was grinning again. “A Zenin bastard, eh? What a concept. They’re pretty traditional-”

“One reason I’m not welcome,” she agreed, watching him smirk. “One of the many reasons I’m not welcome.”

Taking another, longer pull of her beer, she felt the cool alcohol soothe her throat and her anxiety.

She hated the Zenins. But she also knew that she could get in huge trouble for telling Gojo as much as she had. While she wasn’t privy to details, she knew tensions were high between the two clans, and she’d technically just handed the Head of the Gojo clan a trump card.

Her stomach dropped as the weight of what she’d told him hit her, and she fought the panic that began to rise in her chest. At the very least, she hadn’t revealed her father’s name. But she assumed it couldn’t be that hard for him to figure out.

Rinko hated that old man, but she feared him more.

She feared that entire clan more, really.

That first and only visit to the estate had ended with a brawl that resulted in her being rushed away, barely breathing as the threat whispered in her ear echoed in her head.

And now, she’d just willingly told Gojo more than she’d ever told anyone about her family. Especially her relation to Toji. But for some reason, as she watched him, part of her believed she could at least trust him to not broadcast the information.

At least she hoped he wouldn’t.

The Gojo and Zenin clans didn’t get along, and tensions were high, but she hoped he didn’t care enough to use the information.

Plus, she’d promised she’d explain how she knew Toji after teasing him. Admittedly, it had probably been too much, poking fun at the fact that he’d quite literally died.

Not even a week after Rinko had met Gojo Satoru for the first time, he and Geto Suguru were escorting the Plasma Star Vessel. It wasn’t well known exactly what happened that night, but she knew enough to know that Toji had killed the girl and Gojo had killed Toji. And Gojo Satoru had died and risen again, calling himself the one and only blessed.

Hime knew more than she did because she’d been assigned to Tokyo at the time. And Shoko was there. But neither told her anything. And she hadn’t asked. It had been a sensitive subject, to say the least. Amanai Riko had only been thirteen, after all.

The one thing Rinko did know about that was that Gojo had been a terror in the few days leading up to them receiving the assignment for the escort. Hime had called her, saying that Gojo was grilling her about who Rinko was. She realized later that he had no idea she knew Shoko beyond her healing her injuries after he’d almost killed her.

“What did you do to him?” Hime had asked, her voice filled with amusement. “I’ve never seen him so worked up.”

She’d utterly humiliated him at the exchange event.

Well, humiliated was probably too strong a term. But she still reveled in the look of shock on his face when she’d landed that first blow. And the cold look in his eyes when she’d refused to tell him anything about her or her technique.

She hid her smirk at the memory by taking another drink, draining the rest of her beer, and letting out a small sigh of contentment.

Gojo had tried to find out more, she remembered the lecture she’d gotten for her display because of how many questions he’d asked. The more resistance he was met with, the harder he pushed, still coming up empty.

He’d inquired about her after they graduated, too. Tried to access her records. But, just like she’d discovered early on, he found they were sealed tighter than the higher-ups’ assholes.

“The great Six Eyes of the Gojo clan was bested by a Zenin bastard,” she stated, knowing she was once again poking a much larger, stronger bear. But she just couldn’t resist. “And not even just a bastard, a half-breed.”

As she spoke, Gojo’s jaw clenched. She watched his brow furrow, knowing now that meant he was narrowing his eyes at her.

To her surprise, though, he didn’t take the bait.

“Zenins are strong,” he stated, shrugging his shoulders. “Not surprising you’re stronger than you look.” He tilted his head towards her empty glass. “Indulging, I see.”

It was her turn to shrug, grinning at him as his face slipped into a bored expression.

“Might as well if you’re paying, right?” she teased, somehow just knowing that he was rolling his eyes. “Also helps numb the throbbing pain in my chest,” she said dramatically, and he let out a scoff. “Because you definitely cracked a few of my ribs.”

“Just means you still need to get stronger.”

There was no sympathy in his voice but also no malice. To him, he was just stating a fact.

Because to him, to the strongest, cracking someone's ribs like toothpicks was nothing.

They sat in silence for a few moments, before he was suddenly letting out a quiet hum. Leaning forward, he pulled the bandages down again so she could see his left eye staring at her intensely as he asked:

“You wanna get outta here?”

Next - Teasing and Techniques: Part 2

AN: Thoughts on the lil headers I'm making for these so far?

#gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru fanfic #another level #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #goinko #gojo and rinko #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader

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I would say this is Rinko energy but she never pretends to be anything but a menace with Gojo 😂😈

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*old draft* I Want Forever (Another Level extra)

I'm angry. And I'm just gonna fucking post this as a reminder for myself.

This is an extra for Another Level, which can be found on AO3.

NSFW below the cut.

“Get your ass back here.”

Rinko crossed her arms petulantly at his tone, sticking her tongue out as she glared at him.

He didn’t get to order her around like that.

“No.”

Gojo raised his eyebrows at her as she clenched her jaw.

“Baby-”

“Fuck you.”

He was exasperated now, a small smile on his face as she continued to glare at him.

“Rinko.” His voice held a warning now, and she scowled. “Come here.”

“Make me.”

She’d said it unintentionally, her irritation making her speak before she could think that she was serious about wanting to do something other than have sex the entire time they were there.

His growl was low as he pounced, yanking her back towards the bed and pinning her beneath him.

“Wait!” she snapped, fighting as he held her hands beside her head, raising his eyebrows. “I’m serious, I want to see something other than the fucking ceiling of this damn room-”

“We can move to the other room if you’d like,” he teased, pressing his lips to her neck. At her quiet whimper, he ground his hips down into hers. “Or you could be on top, you know I like it when you-”

“We’ve been here three days, and I haven’t even gotten to see-”

“Didn’t hear you complaining earlier,” he said smugly, already sliding back inside her. “So good, you’re so fucking perfect. And you’re mine.”

She rolled her eyes, unable to fight the amusement at how wrecked he looked as he intertwined their fingers, feeling the ring on his own hand.

“How are you still this horny?” she asked, her back arching when he scraped her gspot. “Shit, fuck-”

Her eyes rolled back when he rolled his hips harder to hit the spot insistently.

“Can’t help it, baby,” he said, moaning as he watched her face. “You look so perfect like this. Can’t get enough.”

“You’ve had plenty,” she insisted, whimpering again when he started moving. “And I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Is that a challenge, sweetheart?” he teased, grinning when she shook her head. “Sounds like one.”

“Gojo-”

“Satoru,” he said, watching her roll her eyes. “Don’t forget baby, I know it’s new and all, but you’re a Gojo now, too.”

His movement faltered a bit when she clenched around him, and he laughed.

“Like that?” he asked, pressing his lips to hers as he sped up. “Gojo Rinko? I’ll admit it doesn’t flow quite as well as Kurisaki, but goddamn baby, does it sound really fucking good.”

She couldn’t say anything in response, her throat closing around a loud cry as she came, clenching down and drawing a long groan from his throat.

“Fuckin-” Gojo moaned, her tremors triggering his own release and he stilled, his body shuddering. “Fuck, I wanna spend forever like this.”

“Why did we even bother traveling if this is all-?”

“If you have enough energy to this bratty after an orgasm I’m fuckin doing my job wrong,” he muttered, shifting his hips slightly.

“I did say it’s always the cocky ones who can’t-”

His hands moved to her sides, fingers digging into her ribs as he trapped her beneath him, tickling her relentlessly.

“Wait!” she squealed, giggling against him as he pressed his lips to hers. “Wait-!”

He rolled his hips, his cock already hard again and she moaned against him, her giggles mixing with it and he groaned again.

“Fucking-” he moaned against her. “The fucking sounds you make baby. Dunno how you expect me not to keep you here like this forever. Fucking addicted to you, baby.”

“You’re such a greedy piece of shit,” she said, snorting as she laughed. “Really, what else could you possibly want?”

“Forever,” he stated simply, meeting her eyes with a grin. “I want forever with you.”

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*Excerpt* TITLE REDACTED (eventual 'Another Level' installment preview)

This was a convincing victory for the THIRD choice on the poll lol. I've included the excerpt below the cut! I hope you guys enjoy it 😊

*This will be in a future installment*

Read Another Level on AO3 :)

“You’re having my babies,” he stated, eyes moving to where she stood near the bathroom door. “My babies-”

"It’s likely one baby, first of all. And secondly- stop right there,” she said, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “Don’t take another step-”

He had a feral look in his eyes as he stalked towards her, pregnancy test still in his hand.

“Satoru,” she warned, watching his eyes light up slightly. “Don’t-”

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Teasing and Techniques (Another Level - Installment 2, Part 2, NSFW)

Summary:

“Ah,” she chimed. “But I did win that day. If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.” He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her. “Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed.”

AN: This one is spicy. 👀 I think it's at least 75% smut. It's p kinky, too, I think 🫠

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Teasing and Techniques - Part 2

A self-assured smirk accompanied the intense look he gave her, silently conveying that he already knew the answer he was going to get.

Rinko’s eyebrows shot up as he spoke, blinking almost stupidly as she tried and failed to contain a snort of amusement. For some reason, she hadn’t expected him to be so forward about it.

“Yeah,” she replied, grinning in return. His smirk grew as he pulled his wallet out to pay. “But,” she watched him quirk an eyebrow as he waited for her to continue. “Not for the same reason you do. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. And I need to get my ribs checked out. So it’s straight home for me.”

Pushing herself to her feet, she waved to the owner as she passed, Gojo following close behind her.

“Thanks for dinner, though,” she said cheerily. “And the company-”

“You still haven’t told me about your technique, ya know,” he interrupted. “You told me how you knew Fushiguro but not about your technique. And that was the condition for dinner. You gonna go back on your word?”

That pulled her up short, and she turned abruptly to face him. She’d completely forgotten she’d agreed to tell him about her technique.

“True,” she relented, biting her bottom lip as she thought of how to appease him quickly. Her technique wasn’t easy for her to explain. Not to mention that she had been serious when she said she was exhausted. And she wanted to get home. “There’s a taiyaki stand not too far from here. We could grab dessert, and I’ll explain?”

His small nod was accompanied by his smirk returning. He motioned for her to lead the way with a tilt of his head. Brushing past him, she led him down the street and through a few alleys until they stood in front of the stall she’d mentioned.

“I’ve got this one,” she said absently after she ordered hers. “Since you got dinner.”

He didn’t say anything in reply, simply ordering his own and paying for both before she could argue.

“I said-”

“I heard you,” he cut her off, clearly amused. “But this way I get to keep Kurisaki-san in my debt.”

She rolled her eyes but thanked the vendor when they handed her food over. Truthfully, she felt stuffed. But she did love a good taiyaki, and she still owed him an explanation. This was definitely the safest option. She knew he would have invited himself back to her place or invited her to wherever he was staying.

Gojo Satoru was attractive. Scratch that, Gojo Satoru was hot. Something Rinko hadn’t acknowledged since she’d met him, forcing herself to remain as nonchalant as possible. He had a big enough head as it was, being the strongest. But she’d have to be completely blind to not see how handsome he was.

His white hair was held up when he tied his bandages as a blindfold now instead of falling free. It somehow made him look both ridiculous and more mature at the same time. Pale skin that looked luminescent against the dark color of his uniform, which almost looked too big while hugging his form perfectly.

His tall, lean build was almost lanky, and it hid his strength well. But what really made him attractive was his face: slim, smooth, clear of any blemish or flaw. An absolutely perfect smile. And those bright blue eyes that could make anyone weak at the knees.

The confidence helped, too. It wasn’t pure arrogance, it was confidence. He carried himself with an air that told everyone he knew he was stronger. That he was better. And who didn’t find a healthy dose of self-assurance sexy?

Rumors were that he was an incredible fuck, too.

And he was clearly interested in letting her know if those rumors were true. Still, whether it meant she was just stupid or tactical, she found herself wholeheartedly unwilling to give him what he wanted. Did she want to? Absolutely.

But she’d realized that pushing his buttons gave her a high better than any orgasm she’d ever had. What could she say? He was fun to play with. The taste of his irritation from years ago had been so sweet, tinged with a satisfying bitterness that had given her a rush she hadn’t felt since.

Gojo Satoru wasn’t used to a challenge, either. And while he’d beaten her, she’d made him work harder than anyone expected for his victory.

She’d seen the flash of desire burn in his cerulean eyes when his hand had been around her throat as she’d finally tapped out.

But really, he clearly wasn’t used to being told ‘no.’

As they walked a bit further, she led him into a nearby park, taking a seat on the swing as she munched on her treat. He folded himself onto a swing next to her and turned his head, making it obvious that he was staring at her expectantly.

“Duplication,” she began, knowing he was rolling his eyes. A fact he confirmed when he pulled his bandages up once again so his left eye was revealed to her. “Did you want to know or not? Let me finish before you-”

A sinful grin overtook his face, his eye brightening as his gaze raked up and down her body before settling on staring directly into her own.

“I promise you, sweetheart,” he said quietly, “I always let the lady finish first.”

Her pulse jumped at his words, sending a jolt straight through her body and settling in her stomach. She’d stepped right into that.

“Oh, I’m sure you do, Gojo,” she replied easily, unable to hide her own smirk. He was a horny bastard if she’d ever met one. But she was into it. It made it more fun. “But if you want to know about my technique, I’m afraid you bragging about being the only man in existence to find the female orgasm will have to wait until another time. Maybe you’ll find your map to the gspot before then, too.”

He choked on his taiyaki at her statement, coughing to dislodge the dough from his throat while his eye widened in surprise.

After his coughing ceased, though, he narrowed his gaze at her. Desire now burned in the blue orb as he stared at her intensely. Teasing him was proving to be more and more entertaining with each passing moment. Her statement had triggered something within him, and now he seemed to be weighing how much he wanted to learn about her technique versus how badly he wanted to learn how she felt beneath him.

“I can create a duplicate of myself,” Rinko said, acting purposefully oblivious to the fact that he looked like he was about to yank her from her swing. His expression was quickly shifting to something darker. She shoved the excitement building in her chest away, forcing her racing heart to slow as best she could. “Once the duplicate forms, I can essentially use it as a conduit-”

She cut herself off with a yelp as he lunged at her, knocking her from her seat on the swing onto the ground. Before he could lean down and press his lips to hers, she disappeared. Purposefully letting the double dissipate as soon as she swapped with it, she praised her own forethought for creating a duplicate as soon as they’d sat down.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down enough enough to mask her energy so he couldn’t locate her. But her adrenaline had spiked, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to mask it enough to hide from him. Not with how badly her hands were shaking in anticipation.

She was also still exhausted, energy spent from using Shadow Step earlier. It was the first time she’d used the technique on such a large scale. Testing her limits against him likely wasn’t a great idea, but again, she really couldn’t help herself.

It was almost like knowing she was no match for him gave her a freedom she felt with no one else.

From the shadows of the treeline, she watched as he pushed himself to his feet slowly. He was clearly scanning his surroundings for any sign of her.

“I’ll find you,” he stated. His voice was almost a whisper, forcing a shiver to pass down her spine. “And when I do, I’ll make you regret that little stunt.”

Her skin burned with anticipation, the fire in her belly growing with it.

“Promises promises,” she whispered back, watching his head snap in her general direction.

Siphoning her energy into a duplicate, she prepared to swap again. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and she knew she had less than a second before he was on her. Switching with her closest duplicate, she let out a huff of air, her energy waning when she began creating another.

Her limit was fast approaching. She was pushing it creating a third when she was so tired, but she hoped recalling them before he could destroy them was reserving at least some energy.

As much as she wanted the game to keep going, she wouldn’t be able to go much longer.

Maybe one more before she was completely spent-

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo’s voice was a breath in her ear, pulling her from her thoughts.

One of his hands went to her throat, the other grasping her hip, his arm wrapping around her waist from behind. He pulled her against him so her back was flush against his chest. She could feel the outline of his cock pressed against her back as he whispered his threat into her ear.

“Do it again. See what happens when I catch you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, refusing to turn to look him in the eye. Staring straight forward, she resisted the urge to moan when he leaned down to press a hot, wet kiss to her neck. His tongue swept against her flesh before he pulled back just enough to blow on the damp skin, forcing yet another shiver through her.

“Part of me thinks that’s what you want,” she breathed her reply, and he chuckled. “You like the chase.”

“Just gives me more of an excuse to absolutely wreck you.”

His grip on her throat loosened, and she finally turned her head to look at him.

“Is that a promise?”

The predatory grin she was met with gave her all the answer she needed. Smirking up at him, she disappeared from his grasp, hearing his deranged laugh echo in the distance.

This time, she didn’t have a moment to think before he was on her again, appearing in front of her and yanking her into him by her waist.

“Caught you,” he said, the smug smirk on his face growing at the slight look of surprise she gave him. “You should work on masking the duplicate before you use it. I already knew where you would be before you even switched places.”

The statement seemed obvious. But she’d never thought of masking her duplicates before. No one had ever paid attention to them when she was standing directly in front of them. But she supposed that there was a large spike in energy when she swapped places, essentially sending up a homing beacon. And if there was anyone who’d be able to see that beacon, it’d be him. The question was whether others would be-

“Stop thinking about it,” Gojo ordered. “Worry about it later.”

Without giving her time to reply, he leaned down, capturing her mouth.

“You’re still gonna tell me about your technique,” he muttered against her lips. “But it’s gonna be a bit different than you thought.”

There was a whoosh of air around them, and then she was shoved against a wall.

His mouth moved to her neck, sucking just underneath her jaw and groaning at her whimper.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he moaned, grinding his erection into her. “And you’re gonna keep talking about that technique of yours.”

Scoffing, she glared up at the bandages covering his eyes.

“You can’t be serious-”

He cut her off with a sharp bite to her neck, pulling a yelp and then a moan from her lips.

“Tell me.”

He pulled back slightly, grinning down at her surprised expression.

“Be a good girl,” he hummed in her ear, “and I’ll let you cum.”

His right hand slid between them, pressing a finger against the seam of her pants, chuckling when she whined.

“You can create a duplicate of yourself, yeah?” he asked, applying a teasing pressure between her legs. “And?”

When she didn’t respond, he withdrew his hand, only to shove it down the front of her pants, pressing two fingers directly against her leaking slit.

“So wet,” he whispered, rubbing along her lower lips. “Tell me about your technique.”

“I-” Rinko paused, her eyes squeezing shut.

She couldn’t believe how quickly he’d flipped their advantage. Information had been the only thing she was confident she could keep over him, but now he quite literally held her in the palm of his hand. Opening her eyes, she saw his own covered ones obviously looking down at her expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

“I can create duplicates of myself-”

Her breath stuck in her throat when he pushed two fingers into her heat slowly, and she let her head fall back against the wall behind her at the stinging stretch. His fingers didn’t move, his other hand coming up to tangle in her hair, using his grip to force her to look at him.

“Keep going,” he ordered, watching her pupils dilate.

“And once a duplicate forms, I can swap places with it at will.”

“How many can you create at once?” he asked, fingers teasingly withdrawing. “You can make more than one, right?”

She let out a whine of protest, but his grip on her hair only tightened.

“F-five,” she whimpered, breath growing heavy when he rewarded her by moving his fingers agonizingly slow, providing no relief. “I can have up to- five at once.”

The tips of his fingers dove deeper, caressing her gspot just right and she felt her walls clench, trying to suck him back in when he retreated.

“I don’t need a map to find it,” he whispered, leaning so his breath fanned across her lips as he addressed her earlier statement. “Or to show you how I always let the lady finish first.”

She managed to roll her eyes, earning a hard bite to her bottom lip.

“But brats don’t get that privilege,” he threatened, licking the spot he bit, cleaning away the trickle of blood she hadn’t even noticed. “So you’d better keep going.”

Her mind was quickly going fuzzy. The only thing registering was the severe, desperate need to reach the peak he kept cruelly ripping away from her.

“We both know you’ve got more to explain,” he continued. “That little trick back in the warehouse? What was that?”

Slowing his fingers to a stop, he raised his eyebrows at her in challenge.

“Shadow Step,” the words flew from her lips of their own accord now, and he pressed his thumb against her clit with a smirk. “I- fuck! I can create echoes of myself, but they’re hard to maintain and-”

“And your cursed energy shines like a fucking lighthouse compared to them,” he finished, his smirk growing sadistic when she glared at him. “What? It’s not a bad idea, but I found you instantly. Need to put some more effort into your techniques, Rinko-chan.”

Coming from the most powerful sorcerer in the world. She couldn’t contain another eyeroll.

“Of course you saw through it, you asshole-”

Her retort was cut off when his thumb started moving in tight, slow circles over her clit in time with resuming his fingers’ maddeningly slow thrusts into her cunt. Tossing her head back against the wall, she couldn’t contain the breathy moan that escaped as her hips rocked forward.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned in response. Speeding his fingers up and pulling another cry from her lips, his thumb pressed against her clit almost painfully when she tried to squirm away. “You’ve got more to tell me, I know it.”

Her hands moved to shove him away, but he just laughed and gathered them above her head and leaned down so she had no choice but to stare up at the stupid bandages covering his eyes.

Power rolled off of him, his easy grin conveying just how in control he was of their situation. Behind the blindfold, she knew his eyes told a million stories, but she had no choice but to stare at the maddeningly blank canvas above her.

“The technique you used four years ago,” he whispered, leaning in so his lips were once again at her ear. “The Simple Domain that protected you against my Lapse Blue. Explain it.”

“I-” she cut herself off by biting her lip.

The stubborn part of her, the part that was frustrated he got her to give in so easily, flared. Remembering what she’d told him afterward, she couldn’t help but push him further.

“I didn’t need a technique for that. Like I told you four years ago, it was such a weak attack-”

Really, what else did she expect when she tried to find the limits of a man who was, quite literally, limitless?

His hum of disappointment cut her off. A quiet, menacing chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pulled back to give her a look that was almost giddy.

“Oh, Rinko-chan,” he tutted, withdrawing his fingers from her pants.

The hand that held hers above her head guided her away from the wall. Yanking her against his chest, he almost dragged her towards the bed behind him.

“You were doing so well,” Gojo continued, his voice amused and the grin still in place. “Looks like I’m gonna have to show you what happens to brats who lie on top of not listening.”

His expression changed, a serious look overtaking his smile. He pulled the blindfold down, bright blue eyes staring down at her clouded with lust. Releasing her wrists, he dropped his hand to the side of her neck, the gentle touch a stark contrast to moments before.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will.”

She felt her breath stutter in her chest, a small smile finding its way onto her face as she met his sincere gaze. Something about him pausing to make sure everything was okay made him so much more attractive.

It wasn’t like she’d resisted anything, and she knew he could tell she was still going along. But it was endearing, bordering on caring, both of which he wasn’t exactly known for.

Gojo Satoru was, as everyone knew, selfish. And he had no time in his life for anyone he deemed too weak.

“You’re fine,” she whispered back, prompting him to lean down to press his lips to hers.

He moved his lips over hers lazily before tilting her head to the side and humming his approval when she opened her mouth, meeting his tongue halfway.

“I’m gonna get a bit rough,” he murmured, licking his way to her ear. “You good with that?”

The statement alone was enough for her to feel a fresh rush of heat through her body, her panties sticking to her uncomfortably. But the question pulled a moan from her, nodding almost too quickly.

“Yeah,” she breathed, hands grasping the fabric of his jacket tightly in her fists. “I’m- I can- do you know the color system?”

Now he released a groan, the deep sound rumbling through him and sending a shiver down her spine.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, his hands moving to her waist, thumbs slipping under the bands of her pants. “I knew you’d be a filthy fucking slut.”

“Green,” was her only reply, afraid she wouldn’t be able to form any other words now.

A small part of her vowed never to voice how that simple sentence had affected her. Her pride would never recover from the embarrassment if she did.

Not waiting to be told twice, he shoved her pants down and yanked her shirt over her head. Standing before him in her underwear, she watched his pupils dilate at the sight.

“Turn around,” he ordered, hands going to her shoulders when she only looked at him in confusion. “Turn. Around.”

Complying, she let him take both of her hands in his own and pull them behind her back. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blindfold gone from around his neck, his gaze focused on her wrists as he used it to bind them together. Before she could say anything, his eyes flit back up to meet hers, the lazy grin back in place.

Gripping her biceps lightly, he turned her back around, and his left hand moved to her chin. He kissed her gently, his tongue slowly stroking hers while his right hand moved to tease her through her panties. Pushing them aside, his fingers teased her slit, parting her lips to allow his middle finger to slip inside. He swallowed her whimper as he gathered up her slick and dragged it up to her clit.

Without faltering with the teasing strokes of his tongue or fingers, he sat down on the bed and pulled her down to straddle his lap.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” he breathed, left hand now gripping her hair tightly. He licked her jaw up to her ear, biting just enough to pull a whine from her. “Tell me about that simple domain.”

Even with her position, what she knew would happen, her wrists tied securely behind her back, she just couldn’t help herself. Smiling innocently up at him when he leaned back to stare at her expectantly, she used the sweetest voice she could as she asked:

“What simple domain?”

The hand rubbing her clit left, almost pulling a whine of protest from her lips before she released a shriek as his palm made contact with her left ass cheek.

“Fucking brat,” he hissed, using his grip on her hair to pull her head back, allowing him better access to her neck. Biting down hard, he chuckled when she moaned. “Simple Domain, Last Stand, wasn’t it?”

Her silence was met with a harsh slap against her thigh, her gasp of pain quickly followed by another smack. Ripping her panties away, he soothed his hand over her skin for just a moment before he pulled her hips down further, grinding her bare pussy against the fabric covering his erection. A needy, high-pitched sound fell from her lips. He pulled back to stare into her eyes as his palm struck again. The jolt that ran through her resulted in another rush of slick, and she felt his cock twitch through his pants when he noticed.

“What exactly is Last Stand, hmm, Rinko-chan?” he asked again, his voice teasing, a cocky smile lighting his face. “Go on, tell me. No point in trying to lie, sweetheart. I heard you when you cast it. Quick reaction time, by the way. I was impressed you were able to activate it before Lapse Blue hit.”

Another swat. A moan wrenching its way up her throat.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much,” he prodded, landing a particularly harsh slap. “Better start talking or I’ll think you’re nothing more than a dirty slut who just wants to be spanked until her ass is raw.”

The next hit brought tears to her eyes. She squeezed them shut until he tutted her mockingly.

“Ah, ah, Rinko-chan,” Gojo sang. “You’re gonna look at me like a good little slut while you take your punishment and tell me about that impressive technique.”

Clenching around nothing, she finally relented.

“Last-” her sob when his hand made contact again was met with a gentle kiss to her cheek before he motioned for her to continue. “Last Stand uses a duplicate to let me withstand a single hit, dealing equivalent damage to the duplicate instead.”

As she spoke, his left hand moved between them, his right gripping her waist tightly so she couldn’t squirm away. Giving no other warning, he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up so they rubbed against her gspot insistently. His thumb circled her clit, the sudden assault causing her to clench down on his fingers.

“Anything else?”

“I-” she arched her back, letting out another needy whine as he wiggled his fingers. “I can’t create any duplicates once it’s active.”

Gojo seemed satisfied with her answer, kissing her almost sweetly as she struggled to breathe.

“So fucking wet,” he whispered as he began to fuck his fingers into her. He curled them with each thrust so he teased the spongy area that made her whine. “You feel so good. Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy squeezing my cock. But first,” his fingers sped up, applying more pressure to her clit and capturing her lips again when she moaned. “Keep being a good girl, and cum for me. Now.”

The previously building wave crashed over her swiftly, her back arching of its own will as she quivered around his fingers. Her cry was like no sound she’d made before, sounding like a mixture of a moan and a sob.

“That’s it.” He continued whispering in her ear, filthy promises falling on almost deaf ears as her head filled with the white noise of pleasure. “Let go for me.”

Her head felt fuzzy as she came down. Faintly, she noted that the hand that wasn’t still inside her was massaging her sore, abused ass cheeks as he hummed in approval.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, leaning down to run his nose up the side of her neck teasingly. “Wasn’t so hard, hm?”

“Feels hard to me,” she blurted out, burying her face in his neck as he let out a laugh.

“It should,” he replied, retrieving his fingers and sucking them into his mouth. His eyes darkened as they stared at her, holding her gaze while he licked his fingers clean. “Even sweeter than I imagined.”

Grinning at her slack expression, he closed the distance between them, sucking her tongue into his mouth instantly. His hands went back to her hips, grinding her down on his lap, making her jolt when his cock brushed against her oversensitive clit.

“No,” he growled against her lips, grip tightening when she tried to lift herself up. “You’re gonna take it. One more, baby.”

“Please,” she whimpered, breath hitching when she felt herself begin to clench down violently. “I need-”

“What do you need?” he asked, his breath hot against her own desperate pants. “What do you need, Rinko-chan? You need my fingers again? Or you want me to fill that sweet, needy little cunt with my cock?”

She moaned in response, both trying to escape and grind down on him at the same time.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, sweet tone not matching the hungry look in his eyes. “You have to say it. Say, ‘Satoru-kun, please fill me up with your huge cock and fuck me until I can’t walk.’”

His tone sparked the part of her mind that lived to push his buttons. She felt a smirk pull at the corners of her mouth, watching his eyes brighten at the challenge in hers.

“It’s always the cocky ones who can’t give a girl a good orgasm,” she breathed, watching his grin grow even wider, darker. “Figures you’d be all talk-”

His hand went to her throat, squeezing enough to just barely restrict her airflow. Pulling her forward by her neck, his bright eyes darkening to match his sadistic grin.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin your greedy pussy for any other man.”

The words were spoken with a delighted laugh that bordered on manic, his breath mingling with hers as he leaned down. He forced his way into her mouth, sucking her tongue between his lips again before biting down hard.

“And you’re gonna thank me for it when I’m done. ”

It was her turn to laugh, the sound coming out as a wheeze as she struggled to breathe.

“Enough empty promises. Why don’t you prove it?”

She was debating whether or not she was really going to stay the night.

Though Gojo had tugged her against his chest and muttered that she should stay after he’d helped her clean herself up, she wondered if he even knew what he was saying as he fell asleep.

Resting against his bare chest, Rinko listened to his steady heartbeat and thought about that day years ago. How later she’d learned so much more about what she’d thought was just a close call.

“I have a confession,” she whispered, not knowing what compelled her to speak to his sleeping form. “There’s more to Last Stand than I said earlier-”

His eyes shot open, meeting her gaze and grinning when she let out a yelp in surprise.

“So you were holding out on me,” he said, eyes gleaming up at her. “Ah ah.” His hands grasped her hips when she tried to push herself up and away from him. “Spill it.”

“I thought you were asleep!” she squawked, her heart hammering in her chest. Her attempts at escape were fueled more by the jumpscare than an actual need to get away, but he still gave no room for resistance. He pulled her on top of him fully, resting her hips against his. “You scared me!”

The grin grew larger, his right hand moving to grasp the back of her neck to pull her down so her lips met his. Grumbling, she kissed him back reluctantly, unable to contain the quiet moan in her throat when his tongue met hers.

“Rinko,” he whispered, hips bucking up into hers. “Tell me.”

Embarrassment flooded her now, and she broke their kiss to try and crawl from on top of him again, wanting to bury her face in his pillow. His grip on her neck tightened, his eyes searching her face.

“As much as I enjoyed our little game earlier,” he drawled, his left hand stroking her hip gently. “I’d like to get some sleep. So tell me, and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. Sound good?”

Her cunt clenched at his words, and she sighed, dropping her head so her forehead rested against his.

“Last Stand is only supposed to take one duplicate,” she murmured.

She thought back to how she had only been able to have three active at the time. How it had been a lucky twist of fate that she’d had all of them up, mainly dodging physically to preserve them. If she’d had even just one fewer, she’d very likely have still died.

“What do you mean ‘supposed to?’” he whispered, watching her inhale sharply. “Can you use the technique more than once if you have all five active?”

“No-” It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about, but she supposed she technically could. “Well, maybe. But that isn’t- I called it Last Stand for a reason. It’s meant to be a last resort. My trump card, I guess. But when I used it against you, that was the first time I’d used it out of necessity.”

She leaned back so she could sit up. He was silent as she paused, hands resting behind his head now that he was sure she wasn’t going anywhere. His eyes followed her fingers as they fidgeted.

“I could only have three at the time,” she continued, her gaze moving to the wall above his bed, no longer able to meet his eyes. “And I had trouble keeping them up, especially while I was fighting. But I had three active when-”

It terrified her still, something she hadn’t admitted to anyone.

“Your technique, when it hit, I remember feeling it. I remember feeling it ripping my duplicates apart and realizing that there were no words to describe the agony I felt.”

“Duplicates,” he breathed, eyes going wide. “Plural.”

Nodding, she took a deep, calming breath. Accepting and voicing aloud a reality she hadn’t before:

“And then I remember feeling very distinctly, knowing with every piece of my mind and soul, that I should have been dead.”

Meeting his eyes again, she felt the weight of his gaze seeing straight through her.

“I had all three active at the time. I was running on a high I can’t describe. Taking risks I knew were stupid because I knew if I wasn’t careful, one hit from you could take me out easily. But I was having too much fun- and I think that’s what saved my life.”

Pausing, fidgeting with her hands, she voiced her theories now, wanting to know what he thought.

“I- my best assumption from what happened is that the equivalent damage it deals to the duplicates can obviously exceed what they can handle. If it’s more than everything I have active, I still get hurt. But it doesn’t kill me. Shoko kept telling me she was shocked I was still alive with some of the combined things she found. So, my theory is that it doesn’t kill me immediately. Gives me a chance to get away, but I’m essentially on a clock to get help, or I’m dead anyway.”

“Delayed response,” he murmured, his eyes conveying his racing thoughts. “You’ve given yourself a get-out-of-death free card. Think about how fucking insane that’d be with a reverse curse technique.”

“I’ve had that thought, too,” she agreed, biting her lip nervously. “But- I- after a bit of training, I found out I just can’t pull that off.”

He’d done it, of course. But he was the Six Eyes. Limitless user. Quite literally the strongest in the world. Those Six Eyes were staring up at her now, a smirk on his lips.

“Guess we’ve both cheated death, huh?” he asked, amusement clear. “Impressive, I gotta admit.”

“Pretty sure you actually died,” she replied, raising her eyebrows. “I avoided it entirely. So does that make me stronger for avoiding it? Or you stronger for cheating it completely and coming back?”

His scoff told her the answer she already knew.

“Obviously me,” he declared, all joking gone. “You wouldn’t stand a chance now, you know.”

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged absently.

“I didn’t stand a chance back then, either,” she admitted. “I knew I’d lost before the fight started. You outmatched me no matter how I looked at it. Cursed energy, physical strength, skill. And it was even more obvious when you didn’t even flinch when you launched a technique at me that literally almost wiped me from existence.”

She suddenly remembered what Shoko told her that day, jabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger.

“And I can’t believe you did that,” she accused, finally able to voice how ridiculous it was that he had genuinely almost killed her without batting an eye. “Shoko said that the only rule Yaga gave you was not to use that technique.”

“I was annoyed,” he replied, shrugging indifferently. At her glare, he smirked up at her. “You were supposed to be an easy fight. A Grade 3? Against me? It was like a sick joke to bore me to death. I was supposed to get to sit back and watch Suguru’s fight because it was supposed to be a good one. But instead, I got stuck fighting an insufferable pest who didn’t understand her place.”

A badge she wore with such pride, she thought to herself smugly. Getting under Gojo Satoru’s skin with him being unable to do anything about it.

That was the high she’d been chasing ever since.

A smirk found its way to her face now. She knew he could see the satisfaction in her eyes because he quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Glad to know I made an impression,” she murmured, her eyes shining.

“Fucking imagine,” he growled, hands grasping her hips. “This stupid girl from some unknown family - a Grade 3 weakling - was pissing me off. Because you refused to give in. Wouldn’t just let me have what we both knew was already mine.”

Grinding her down against him now, his eyes were shining with irritation and lust.

“Thought you just didn’t understand how out of your league you were, playing with me. I knew what you were doing. Taunting me. Trying to prove you were somehow stronger? So I figured you’d have at least enough brains to dodge out of the way and then surrender when you realized you were in over your head.”

“You almost killed me for being annoying?” she asked incredulously, narrowing her eyes. “That’s petty, even for you-”

“And for being a cocky brat,” he added, smirking. “But I thought you said it was a weak technique?” He was pretending to pout now, eyes dancing with mirth. “You called it a weak attack, said you’d expected me to be stronger than that, yeah?”

His laughter shook both of them when she smacked his chest, rolling her eyes. Flipping them over, he leaned down until his breath mingled with hers as he ground into her.

“But you didn’t dodge,” he breathed against her lips, pulling back just a fraction when she tried to close the distance. His eyes teased her as he gave her lips a playful lick. “You dug your goddamn heals in and took a hit from a technique I’d used to level fucking buildings square in the chest.” His voice was lower now, almost a growl in her ear as he leaned in. “And then you had the fucking nerve to stand there, looking like you’d been to hell and back, and ask if that was all I had? If only you’d known all I wanted to give you.” He bit her neck, chuckling at her quiet whimper. “All I could fucking think was how much I wanted to break you. Bend you over and show you just how much more I had. How you’d never even had a chance at winning-”

“Ah,” she chimed, her voice coming out in a whine. “But I did win that day.” He had pulled back to meet her gaze again, eyes daring her to continue. “If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.”

He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her.

“Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed,” he grunted, kissing her roughly, biting her bottom lip until he tasted blood to prove his point. “You’re fucking incredible. Crazy too, but we both know you have to be to do what we do.”

Pulling away just slightly, he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds before sliding in with no other warning. She arched into him, her mouth going slack as a moan clawed its way up her throat at the sudden feeling of him grazing her gspot deliciously.

“Shit, baby,” he gasped, setting an almost brutal rhythm as he pulled back out only to slide back in until his balls slapped against her ass. “Feel so good, squeezing me so fucking good.”

Pulling her leg up, he leaned over her once again, bracing the back of her thigh against his chest as he stretched her and hit that spot so deep inside that she thrashed beneath him. Her attempts to meet his thrusts were futile, his grip on her waist unyielding as he fucked her towards a fast-approaching peak.

“Taking me so damn good.” His voice sounded almost as wrecked as she felt. Her world had narrowed to just him above her, driving himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. “You gonna cum? You need it, baby?”

Taking both hands in one of his, he pinned them above her and slowed his hips until she wiggled desperately. Whining, she arched into him, chasing the high that he had once again ripped away.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, nuzzling her neck before biting down, sucking a bruise onto her skin. “What do you need?”

Her growl of frustration became a loud moan when he sped up for a few thrusts.

“Yeah, baby?” he taunted, slowing again and grinning down at her. “Remember, you just have to say the magic words, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” she whimpered, arching up into him. “Satoru, please let me cum.”

Letting out a feral groan, he sped back up, kissing her roughly.

“Fuck, baby, I know,” his voice was rough as he spoke, his teeth knocking against hers as he dominated her mouth. “I’ve got you.”

Trailing his hand down, he rubbed slow, maddening circles on her clit.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed at her, groaning again when she clenched at his words. “You gonna cum for me now? Come on, baby, open your mouth.”

Confusion filled her, brow furrowing as he stared at her expectantly. He slowed his fingers, raising a brow, and she opened her mouth slowly, still unsure why he would ask her to-

Gojo’s grin turned feral as he leaned back just enough so she could watch him spit into her mouth, the line of saliva dropping onto her tongue. She blinked up at him, scrunching her face in disgust.

“Swallow,” he ordered, timing his command with a particularly harsh thrust. “Do it, baby.”

Her body responded before she could think to do otherwise, swallowing obediently. Her orgasm crashed into her like a fucking wave, and his fingers pinched her clit, keeping her at the peak. The scream she released left her throat feeling raw, her back arching as she wailed, effectively silencing the part of her that was asking what the hell just happened.

“I fucking knew you were a dirty bitch,” he growled, a gleefully sadistic grin on his face. “Take it, baby. Gimme one more and then I’ll fill you up. You want that? Want me to fill you so full you’re leaking my cum?”

The noise she made didn’t sound human, and he leaned down again, sucking a bruise into her neck.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. His hips stuttered when she screamed his name, the walls of her cunt clenching around him like a vise. “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

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siriuslysatorusimping · 10 months

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In case anyone was wondering...

They sweater Rinko stole looks like this one:

He has since bought more. And he hides them when he knows she's coming over.

She has managed to steal at least one more without him realizing.

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siriuslysatorusimping · 10 months

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*Preview* On the Eve of Death (upcoming 'Another Level' installment)

Update: POSTED

“Bonito,” he repeated, still panting after having the air knocked from his lungs.

“Hang on,” Rinko said, dramatically flipping through the flash cards, though she’d memorized that one quickly. “Gimme a sec.”

Toge rolled his eyes again as he pushed himself to his feet, dropping back into stance. Grinning, she shoved the cards back into her pocket and deflected his first punch, following up with her own to his gut.

“Caviar!” he spat as he doubled over, clutching his middle.

Rinko pressed her lips together into a thin line.

It wasn’t funny. The kid was technically swearing in pain. He was in pain and angry. It wasn’t funny-

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Another Level: Playlist Reveal

I'm in a posty mood today lol and the next part will be posted today as well, but I'm trying to get ahead again because I've felt so behind lately and I'm gonna be honest that Innate Issues really had me in a blocked state for a while...

But, Show Your Hand should be posted later today! 😊

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Anyway, for the playlist reveal: Time - NF

This entire song is one I feel fits both of them perfectly because they both really just fucking need time. It's why they aren't in an established relationship yet, because neither of them are truly ready for it.

And this song is also one I feel represents their conflicts well, because at the end of the day, or night, or whenever their conflict is, they'll be okay.

They both have so many issues and so much trauma and it's horrible to see but the growth they go through is wonderful and so empowering and encouraging that they make it.

There are two specific pieces I think of, the first being:

That's when I look at you and tell you I'd be better alone Just the pride talkin', isn't it? 'Cause both of us know I'm the definition of "wreck" if you look into my soul

This is both of them sometimes. And the other:

Two passionate people not afraid to say what they think Lead to passionate conversation when it's hard to agree

While Rinko's instinct is to run, there are times when she will fight, obviously. And with Gojo, when they fight, she doesn't back down. Because in a lot of cases, she knows she's right and she knows that he knows she's right.

But again, at the end of it all, they're going to be okay.

A note under the cut:

I've noticed a lot of comments about how we use fiction to escape reality and angst can really ruin that for us, and my sweet readers, I relate SO HARD. And that's one thing I try to keep in mind when I write it. I want it to be natural with the story, not feeling forced or out of place, but I also don't want to drag it out or cut it too short.

The trouble with angst is that it can make us, as the reader, feel the same emotions as the character because humans are naturally empathetic. And if you draw it out, that can be exhausting for the reader and they can end up feeling strung along or manipulated, meaning they are no longer interested in reading. But the flip side is that if you cut it off before a natural conclusion, it feels wrong. It feels hurried and unresolved and unfinished. And THAT my dear readers, is why I try really hard to make sure that, especially with Rinko and Gojo, the conclusion and resolution of any angst between them feels right and it feels like how they would really get through it.

Conflict is normal. It's natural to have disagreements as people because it genuinely isn't healthy to only be surrounded by people who always agree with you. Rinko and Gojo work so well together because they can disagree and still know that it doesn't change things about their friendship as a whole.

Rinko knows she can tell him if she thinks he's being stupid or she completely disagrees, and he knows the same for her.

I heard a marriage counselor once say that fighting can actually be a good sign because it's at least communicating in some way. As soon as you stop fighting and there's only silence, it's even harder to repair because that means that someone has given up on trying to repair or communicate anymore. Obviously, this isn't always the case, but it can be in some situations.

ANYWAY that's my rant. Thank you guys for reading and I'm grateful to everyone enjoying Another Level and Rinko and Gojo's story!

Have a wonderful day 💕💕

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What is Rinko in Gojo's Phone? 👀

Also, we've hit 100 followers!!!

Guys, it is WILD to me that there are a hundred of you that are as invested in Rinko and Gojo I am. And I am SO grateful, honestly. I started posting Another Level almost exactly a month ago. And I genuinely didn't expect people to like it so much.

SO, to show my appreciation, I'm going to share what Gojo has Rinko as in his phone (since I teased it on AO3) AND a lil something extra for you guys!

Check it out below the cut! 😊

(Side Note: I'm working on a full profile for Rinko but it's proving to be more challenging than I anticipated 🙃)

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Gojo and Rinko's contacts:

Contact Name: Rinko 😍🍑👅 Contact Photo: A picture of her smirking at him with one eyebrow raised slightly. Her eyes are bright with a bit of laughter because she was in the middle of teasing him when he told her he needed a contact photo. She smirked as she agreed and he immediately snapped the picture and said it was perfect. He was messing with her at the time but it's actually one of his favorite pictures of her now.

Contact Name: Gojo 🙄😈💦 Contact Photo: It's the same photo he set when he added his number to her phone. He's wearing his sunglasses, which he let slide down just enough to show his eyes shining with laughter, and holding up a peace sign with a goofy grin on his face. She's thought about changing it, but she finds it endearing how innocent the picture was compared to the name he'd originally put. She also likes that it reminds her how long they've been friends.

And now, for the lil bit extra!

Let's make an important note that EVERYONE has the same emoji for Nanami.

Rinko and Gojo DO NOT KNOW that they both have Nanami in their phone as the exact same thing.

Rinko is the ONLY ONE in Nanami's phone who has emojis because it always makes him chuckle when he sees it.

Shoko and Rinko have the same emojis for each other.

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This is all I've got figured out for contacts, so I hope you guys enjoyed this lil behind the scenes look!

Thank you all again for loving Rinko and Gojo, and all the others in our Another Level universe, as much as I do 💕💕

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You're series is so good! I am ADDICTEDDD

I LOVE Rinko she s probably my favorite jjk OC!!

I was thinking about how in canon Gojo supposedly has his infinity on automatic so its always active.

Does he ever take it off around Rinko like during sexy time (or in other situations)? And does he ever take it off during sexy time with others in general or does it not get in the way?

And also does Gojo feel different when he sleeps with other girls than with Rinko during the time when they are still not exclusive? Like does he think anything or catch himself subcosnciously comparing them maybe?

Hello sweet Anon! Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it and it makes me so happy that you love Rinko as much as I do 🥹🥹🥹 She's wonderful and so much fun to write!

Response is below the cut, like always 😊

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Infinity

In canon his Infinity can, without any thought from him, differentiate a threat vs non-threat, so his Infinity literally only stops things meant to harm and/or things he intentionally stops. It's always going and just protecting him from things that might cause harm.

So with that in mind, it doesn't get in the way of sexy times 😏😏

Other women

Does he feel different with other women than when he's with Rinko? Oh, absolutely!

First of all, while it's not explicitly discussed, Gojo doesn't bring women back to his place. He actually doesn't like people knowing where he lives. Rinko is one of the few people who know where he lives, and she's the only one with a key.

They've implicitly admitted to each other that they are the best they've ever had, and while they both lie to themselves and say it's just because they're both really good at having sex, it's actually the trust they have.

Gojo knows Rinko inside and out at this point. He knows her kinks and her boundaries, while also knowing that she knows his kinks and is okay with them. He doesn't have to worry about making her nervous or scaring her.

There's also the fact that, as per their conversation in Semi-Grade: Rinko and Gojo don't use condoms when they're together. So that alone makes it better. But they agreed early on because she has an implant and they always use protection with other people.

And they're very open about if they have a partner they suspect might have had something, but so far things have been okay!

As for whether he compares them? 😏😏

Not too long before he stops sleeping with other people altogether, he's primarily sleeping with them because he can't be with Rinko for whatever reason (distance, time, he's a lil pissy because he gets moody sometimes because he's jealous). So, essentially, they literally only sleep with other people to scratch the itch of not being able to see each other, but they don't admit to that at ALL 😂😂

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I absolutely LOVE this series! And especially Rinko and just how 3 dimensional she feels as a character!

Her and Gojo's dynamic is just 🤌*chefs kiss*

And you do such a good job to keep Gojo in character! Every dialogue and decision he makes just feels so Gojo and I love how their personalities complement each other and clash sometimes as well because of their respective past and traumas

We love the healthy communication and boundary respect✨️✨️

But i wanted to ask what is everyones ages currently? Rinko and Gojo but also Megumi because his age has always confused me in canon from when exactly Gojo found him.

And also has Shoko ever opened up to Rinko about Geto? and maybe how Gojo distanced himself after as well?

Thank you SO MUCH 🥹🥹 I'm so glad you're enjoying it!! I love the characters and I find it so fun writing them together 😊

The comments and asks people send make my day, truly.

My full response, because I am a wordy bitch, will be under the cut!!

(A note after I have finished writing this response, I am SO SORRY for how long this post is... 🫠)

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Rinko, Rinko/Gojo dynamic, Trauma

I think maybe I've mentioned it before, but Rinko has quickly become one of my favorite OCs I've ever written. She's strong, sassy, and so fun to write because of how much I've gotten to develop her character.

Her relationship with Gojo is fun because it's so antagonistic but also based so deeply on trust and mutual respect that their entire friendship and relationship would be impossible without. She knows he doesn't respect people hardly at all, but he's made it very clear, since after their very first fight, that he has respect for her.

They both have so much trauma. And they are both so messy. And it makes them so fun to write because it makes them so human.

Their dynamic is also perfect because of how they are with conflict:

Rinko will avoid conflict. She runs as fast as she can because if she runs before the conflict, she can't be rejected after the conflict. She will stand her ground when she has to (Last Stand, eh?) but she will run when she can. She's lived her entire life being told she was an unwanted mistake, dealing with rejection in so many ways. (But you can't reject her if she's already gone.) Remember in Hollow Echoes? When Gojo was actually trying to get her to talk to him and she was avoiding him? When she tells herself he doesn't want to see or talk to her even though he is insistently texting her? This bitch really trying to be a track star with how much she will run.

Gojo, on the other hand, will chase. He doesn't let her hide away. He respects her space when she needs it, just as he asks of her, but when he knows she's just running to run? He is relentless. He is a brute force kind of person. He is all 'pay attention to me because I'm the greatest and strongest and chosen one' and when he knows it's not violating her boundaries, he will push and push until she lets him in. But it's why he's so insistent on understanding where her boundaries are, so that he can tell when he's nearing a line.

As they grow together, she starts to become more comfortable with pushing him when she knows he needs it. She'll stand her ground with him more often and it's going to be beautiful. Because we'll see that he doesn't mind her pushing him when she asks first instead of assuming.

Gojo's character

BRUH 💀 I just really love blue-eyed, overly confident, cocksure fuckers, who are secretly so FUCKING SOFT, I guess. I actually have a different character in an original work of mine, who is similar to Gojo in SO MANY WAYS that it's scary. I think it might be what made me fall in love with Gojo so quickly when I first got into JJK.

But as for Gojo: His character is so multidimensional while seeming so damn shallow at the same time. And that is really fun to write. Because at the end of the day: the asshole is absolutely so fucking shallow and selfish. He cares about Rinko, but their entire dynamic started because he was a cocky shit who hated that someone beat him.

His initial attraction to Rinko started because he wanted to break her and prove he was stronger until he realized that she already knew and just didn't care. She denied him. And she read him like a fucking book by knowing it would drive him crazy. He knew she wanted him too, and it annoyed him that she turned him down just to get under his skin. And it annoyed him even more that it worked.

It blew him away when, even as she was literally in his lap, having just cum on his fingers right after he spanked her and she still looked him in the eye and stated she should have known he wouldn't be able to make her cum. And it drove him fucking crazy because he'd never, ever been pushed in so many ways.

His multidimensional ass is still based off his arrogance in being the strongest, and that makes him so fun.

✨Healthy Communication and Boundaries✨

That's it. That's this section.

JUST KIDDING.

Okay, but it's built and it works because of mutual trust and respect that is the foundation of it all.

It's displayed so perfectly in how well he reads her in the second part of Hollow Echoes:

“If you can’t speak,” he reached up, grasping her hand in his. “Squeeze my hand twice if your color is red.”

He knew she physically could speak, but that she didn't want to. She didn't want to admit allowed that he had her, and he knew that. And he understood that that was actually a boundary she was unintentionally setting, and he understood that forcing her to speak would be pushing her too far. So he gave her a different way to express her consent and then doubled down on ensuring she knew that she could tell him 'no' at any point and that it was okay.

She gripped his hand tightly, feeling her nails digging into his skin. But she didn’t squeeze again, and he looked up now, his eyes searching her face. She knew he could see how her jaw trembled as she refused to meet his eyes, tears still sliding down the sides of her face. “You know,” he said quietly. “At any point your color changes, you tell me?”

Had she squeezed his hand twice, he would have stopped without question and I just AHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Healthy communication is my kink, guys.

Has Shoko ever opened up about Geto and Gojo growing distant?

Yes and no.

Shoko is a pretty private person. And we've already seen that Rinko doesn't like pushing people to open up. She knew that Shoko was relatively close with both of them, and she knows that it really upset her friend when Geto decided to go a different path and Gojo began distancing himself. But, in our world, it wasn't as jarring for her because she had Rinko.

Rinko and Shoko met early during first year. And Rinko's presence in her life meant she ended up spending less of her off time with Gojo and Geto, and more with Rinko. And when Geto left, and Gojo distanced himself, she just spent more time with Rinko instead of with either of them.

Rinko mentions that she and Shoko used to get lunch at least once a month, but saw each other more often after her semi-grade promotion, so essentially, if she wasn't with Gojo or Nanami while she was in Tokyo, she was with Shoko.

As a small spoiler, we will be getting a single chapter from Shoko's perspective in the future 😊 And it'll give a bit of a different perspective and view of Rinko and how well the two know each other.

Lastly for this, we also have to remember that Shoko doesn't really show emotions that often. She's pretty shrewd and straightforward, but we'll get to see her panic a few times because of Rinko over the course of the series.

Character Ages

Ah! I've been planning on posting something about this!! So I'll take this chance and then probably make a larger, separate post about it.

A quick answer: As of Innate Issues - Part 2, Rinko is 26.

Gojo Satoru was born on December 7, 1989.

Kurisaki Rinko was born on October 18, 1989.

Rinko is a little less than two months OLDER than Gojo. So he'll eventually make a joke about liking older women. I don't know when, but he's the kind of little shit that would.

Maki and Mai were born on January 20, 2002.

Megumi was born on December 22, 2002.

Gojo met Megumi not long after killing Toji, and had been visiting him occasionally for a few years when he met Rinko. In the flashback in Strength in Numbers, he had just made the connection between why Toji had ever cared about having Rinko's help, prompting him to bring Megumi up. Early-mid 2012, Megumi was nine and would turn ten that December.

Below, I've included our timeline up until where we are right now, broken down by Title, Rinko's Age, Year, and Month:

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AHHHH I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG I HATE HOW WORDY I GET SOMETIMES 😭😭😭

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