I Don't Even Do Outlines Anymore, But This Still Happens. Planning Means Nothing; Never Has.

✎ curiosity

- gojo satoru x reader

when gojo is found out by his own son during your nighttime activities

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact! crack, fluff, dad!gojo

note: based on a fun suggestion by anon! and it’s been sooo long in my drafts🤧 anyways gojo in phantom parade game is so otome-coded, look at his innocent face!—that's how he's going to be while explaining this to his son

a part of gojo's love entries

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"Nghh—Satoru... ah!" you mewled, breathless, right after the third time he made you cum on his fingers alone.

Gods, even with one kid already running around, Satoru never stopped acting like he desired you like when you were still newlyweds. The glint in his eyes never dulled—always smirking at you as if you were the prey, as he licked his fingers with a wicked smile.

"Ah, sweets, are you ready to take me in now?" he cooed in your ear. Really, he was at his limit, seeing how he brought pleasure to you as you writhed under him made him this close to becoming undone too.

With your nod of approval, he wasted no time. He gripped your hips, and swiftly slid his thick cock between your folds. As he sank into you—making himself fit, you accidentally let out a loud moan.

“So pretty,” Satoru groaned through clenched teeth, marveling at your scrunched face, feeling how your legs wrapped around his waist in compliance. “Still so tight for me...”

And the way you squeezed your eyes shut right before he started to pound into you made him finally lose it, as he hotly grunted in that raw, almost feral voice—

“All mine.”

With each thrust, you quite literally squealed. Seems like you were sensitive at this time of the month, because your senses were heightened and you couldn't help the nasty moans leaving your lips. The sensation of him repeatedly slamming his hips against you turned you into a crying mess, and had you totally forgetting that your toddler was sleeping just next door.

And when his climax exploded within you with one last powerful thrust, his hot cum spurting hard, stuffing you to the brim and painting your womb white— you clawed at him, tugged him closer to your breasts as a mix of scream and moan of his name escaped your lips, trembling at the depth to which he was burying himself inside you.

You were panting, totally spent, sensing the familiar way of his cum trickling down your thighs. And at that moment, you could have sworn you heard the patter of footsteps nearby. Before you could fully register it, Satoru hastily pulled the blanket to cover you both.

Suddenly, your bedroom's door swung open, revealing your precious boy standing there, visibly sleepy but worried. "Mama?"

You muttered your son's name weakly, disoriented, and it only served to worry him further. His little eyes widened, and he took a step—

"No, no, kiddo!" Satoru urged in a panic. "Stay there! Don't move!"

His son eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing? Why are you crushing mama?"

"I—" Satoru collected himself, and put on the most innocent smile. "I'm... helping mama to sleep, you see."

You went pale, now that you realized the situation you were in. Your son had just seen you and your husband in the middle of the act. You were silently grateful for Satoru's quick thinking for covering both of you to spare your son from the indecency.

"Helping?" your son gaped in disbelief. "But she was just crying!"

"Yeah, she cried because she couldn't sleep," Satoru blurted, still smiling benevolently like he hadn't nothing wrong. You felt the urge to facepalm at his terrible excuse and the irony of the situation—how close he was to collapsing beside you, and that he hadn't even pulled out of you yet.

Your intelligent boy wasn't easily convinced, that was what you would expect of him.

"How's you hovering over her will help her sleep?"

“With this position, she'll sleep more comfortably, you know,” he asserted confidently, prompting a subtle twitch in your eye. He turned to you, a stupid grin on his face. “And who knows, it might also help to make your sibling. Isn’t it true, dear?”

Satoru nudged your side, willing you to agree with him. You were in utter shock and shot him a dark glare, before looking at your distraught son in a flurry. “Y-yeah… I’m fine, baby. Go back to your room now.”

“You're not hurting, Mama?” the little boy asked you worriedly. Thank heavens he was more focused on you rather than Satoru's little comment.

“No. Your papa is just… trying to help. I’m okay, yeah?”

“If you say so…” your son pouted reluctantly. He shifted his gaze on his father and 'hmph'-ed in accusation. “You’re weird.”

"Hey!" Satoru exclaimed, comically offended. "What are you doing here, anyway? Can't you sleep?"

“I heard noises... and now I want to go to the bathroom…”

Your husband grunted. "Fine, I'll come with you. Just wait a moment and close the door, please?"

Your son threw one last concerned glance at you before shutting the door. Both of you let out collective sighs of relief.

“I swear, he’s such a brat. He used to be so lovable too,” Satoru grumbled under his breath, finally slipping out of you and rolled to your side. He playfully tapped your lower belly and winked. “I hope it’s a daughter next. She will surely be daddy's girl.”

Your body was still shivering as a result of your high earlier, and yet you still managed to side-eye him, hissing, “I'm going to kill you, Gojo Satoru.”

“Wha—”

“Sleep more comfortably? A sibling?”

“Well, can’t we just say that we’re going to give him—”

“Satoru, don’t you put more weird ideas in our son’s head.”

“But—!”

“The moment you do, and if I catch you, I swear to God, I'm banishing you from our bed.”

Epilogue

“Uncle Nanami… does sleeping in certain position will give me a sibling?”

Nanami almost choked on his own words. “What?”

On this rather fine day, he had agreed to help you keep an eye on your child, as both you and Satoru went on separate missions.

He might not be able to stand his senior, but Nanami couldn’t deny that he had a soft spot for the toddler even if he was a carbon copy of his father, as the boy was sweet and overall more like you in nature.

Your son blinked at him curiously. “Papa said not to tell this to mama, but when I asked, he was actually trying to give me a brother or sister to play with when he squished mama on the bed the other day.”

Nanami felt a vein about to burst at the very implication. In hindsight, he shouldn’t be surprised at Gojo Satoru’s unrefined parenting skills but then again, anything that annoying clown did always managed to surprise him one way or another. He let out a long sigh.

“Kid, forget what your father said.”

“Huh? Is that not true then?”

“Report this to your mother, yeah? Ask her too, she will have better answers for you.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

- zayne x reader

everyone knows dr. zayne is cool as a cucumber, and it's a given for him that you're known as his wife, but when a fresh-faced new resident seemingly makes a move on you... what will he do?

genre/warnings: very suggestive, jealousy (a very jealous zayne, in fact), making out in his office, crack, fluff, hunter!reader, you and zayne have a daughter

note: inspired by that one kim min-kyu scene in business proposal :D this is actually an extension for nocturne of twilight and dawn's first light but can also be read as standalone

You hadn't seen your husband for two weeks.

There was a spring on your step when you entered Akso Hospital right after your long intercity mission. You had acquired some bruises and they weren't anything serious, so you figured you’d just have Greyson treat them. Besides, it gave you the perfect excuse to hand him some cookies as a souvenir.

And, of course, ask him to ring for Zayne to meet you once he had the time.

"Miss, do you need help?"

But a curious voice addressed you when you loitered around in the lobby, and you turned around to find a bright-faced young man with red hair and wearing doctor's coat.

"Ah, yes, I want to meet Dr. Zayne," you smiled. "Or Dr. Greyson will do."

The young doctor perked up at the names you mentioned. "Oh, are you a patient? Do you have an appointment already?"

"Hmm, no, actually I am—"

You halted mid-sentence before the words his wife slipped out, rethinking your choice. You knew of Zayne's infamous reputation in the hospital, and while almost everyone in his floor knew you, this new doctor didn't, and you thought it was best to leave it that way.

"Yeah, I already have an appointment," you nodded, plastering an thin smile. "Just tell Dr. Greyson that Y/N wants to meet him."

"Right, right, I'll page him now..." he mumbled, pulling out his pager and his phone. "I'll text him too..."

"Thank you."

"O-oh, Miss! Wait!" the young man called after you in a hurry when you turned around. "I've noticed it for a while, you have a cut on the side of your lips..."

"Ah, this..." Your fingers instinctively brushed the dried blood on your lips. You hadn’t thought the small cut was noticeable. "Yes, it’s from earlier—"

"Actually, I’m an ER resident!" he interrupted with a bright grin. "Let me treat you first!"

Caught off guard by his enthusiasm, you barely had time to react as he gently but firmly guided you towards the emergency room.

"Dr. Zayne! Dr. Zayne! Your wife is here~!"

Zayne had barely stepped into his office after a grueling surgery when Greyson barged in, all too casually, delivering the news with a grin. "She’s waiting in the lobby!"

He blinked, slightly taken aback. "Oh?"

You're back? He pulled out his muted phone, checking the notifications. Sure enough, you’d sent him a message an hour ago, letting him know you’d safely landed in Linkon.

His little, snarky wife. For the past two weeks you had been away, the house had felt lonelier. Sure, his daughter—who resembled you in personality, no less—was a bundle of sunshine and adorable beyond words, but without you, there was always that subtle void in the air.

Or maybe it wasn’t the house at all? Maybe it was just him—utterly, hopelessly whipped.

"Why isn’t she coming up to my office?" he asked suddenly, noticing the odd detail.

"Hmm, yeah, and it’s weird... why did the new resident say she’s asking for me?" Greyson mused, turning toward Zayne. "Don’t you want to meet her instead? Whatever she needs me for, I’m sure you could handle it."

Zayne promptly left his office and took long strides toward the elevator. As the doors started to close, he even half-sprinted, calling out to the person inside to hold it for him.

Okay, maybe he was a little too eager, but was it really so wrong to be this excited to see his wife again when the two of you had been apart for two weeks?

...then again, you didn't need to know. You would roast him to bits should you know he missed you this much.

Zayne got off at the lobby, expecting to find you there— only to find the usual flow of hospital staff and visitors. He was about to call you when he wandered past the emergency room and turned the corner—and that’s when he got his shock of the day.

There you were. But not alone.

With a guy.

Whose hand is touching your lips.

"It must be tough being a hunter, huh?"

The red-haired resident carefully tended to your bruised arm, wrapping it in a fresh bandage as you sighed, thinking back to the mission. "Yeah, there are definitely some hard days..."

"But despite all that, you still keep yourself in shape!" he remarked, eyeing your toned arms with a hint of admiration.

You let out a sheepish laugh, remembering those pull-ups sessions with Zayne. "Haha, that's because my husband makes sure I'm getting enough exercise..."

"You're married?!" His voice was filled with disbelief, and it caught you off guard, yet he grinned afterwards. "Wow! Is he a hunter too?"

You would've never guessed, boy. This resident doctor was cute, you thought, ever so curious at everything. You could only imagine the look on his face if you told him that the Dr. Zayne was your husband.

You were about to refute it when his fingers brushed against your lips. "Oh, sorry, let me apply some ointment here first..."

His touch felt cool to your lips and you were momentarily stunned at the contact— but then a gruff cough startled you so much you almost jumped.

The towering figure of your husband behind him. Zayne's dark gaze was fixed on the man in front of you, like he could murder the poor guy with just a look.

"Z-Zayne...?" you squeaked against the ointment on your lips, and the resident quickly turned behind him in surprise, hastily greeting him, "Oh, Dr. Zayne!"

Zayne shot the poor man a single, pointed look before his gaze shifted to you, clearly unamused.

He suddenly grabbed your hand and, without sparing the resident another glance, swiftly pulled you away. The other guy was left standing there, speechless, as Zayne led you off, leaving him in the dust.

. . .

"Zayne!"

Oh, how he actually missed his name coming out from your lips.

"Are you done with your schedule?" you asked as he pulled you into the elevator, confusion evident in the way you tilted your head. But when he didn’t answer, you glanced down at his firm grip on your arm, suddenly realizing something. "Wait, no... are you angry?"

Sigh. It irked him so much, actually. Because, how could you, after weeks—

No, he actually knew he was being irrational. He shouldn’t overreact like this just because someone else touched you. But why is he so annoyed, still?

"Wait, why?" you kept asking, wide-eyed, as the two of you stepped out and made way towards his office. "I'm not injured! I'm fine! It's just some bruises—"

Without a word, Zayne pulled you into his office, swiftly locking the door behind him. Before you could say another word, he cornered you against the wall, and you fell silent instantly.

It had been a while since he’d seen you this way—stunned, caught off guard, and utterly silent under his gaze. He studied your face closely, watching the way your breath hitched as the tension between you both thickened.

It sparked something inside him seeing you like this, a sense of satisfaction that he couldn’t quite explain, but one he welcomed nonetheless.

That was when he saw the blood on your lips. "Did you get punched in the face?"

"Y-Yes, but— it's nothing severe!" you defended, trying to convince him. "It's such a small cut anyway!"

He frowned. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"What? Hey, I was about to ask Greyson, but—"

That got him frown even deeper, even irate. "Why Greyson? When you come home with any injuries, you come to me, not anyone else."

You let out a resigned sigh, slumping your shoulders in defeat. "Because I know you'll fuss over me, duh."

"I don't fuss," he retorted.

"You do," you shot back, pursing your lips. "You try to act like this cool, calm robot all the time, but you always drone on and on whenever you patch me up. You're worried, it shows."

Zayne huffed, shifting his gaze away from you as he felt his face burn. Was he that obvious? How could he not, though, when you managed to get hurt so often and yet acted so innocent about it?

Then as if inspired, you caught on immediately. Your eyes sparkled, and a mischievous smirk tugged at your lips. "Wait, just now... don't tell me... Are you jealous?"

Damn.

"Heh, Dr. Zayne, really?" Your voice was playful now, mocking him. "Whoa, how can this be?"

How had you figured him out so easily?

You continued in a sing-song voice, putting both hands on your chest, "Ah, my heart flutters! My husband is apparently—"

Enough. This time, his patience snapped.

He didn’t hesitate even for a moment. A low growl escaped him, and in one swift motion, he crashed his lips against yours, silencing you with the most effective method he could think of.

"Mmph!" You gasped in surprise, the teasing words at the end of your tongue completely forgotten. His gray eyes gleamed. Been too long, he thought, and now he was making sure you knew just how badly he craved this.

The kiss was searing as he deepened it, his tongue seeking yours with urgency. "Hngh!" You let out a feeble whine when he teased you by biting your lips.

Zayne held back a snort. One of his hand then strayed inside your hunter uniform, unclasping your bra with a flick.

"—?!" Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, and before you could process it, he pulled away. But you were far from right in thinking it was over. The dangerous gleam in his eyes kept you tense as he swiftly removed his glasses...

...before he pulled you back towards him and claimed your lips once again.

With a swift, commanding motion, he guided you toward his desk. His papers scattered at the sudden movement, but he had you bent over it regardless, forcing your body to arch. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, while his right hand fondled your breasts, repeatedly squeezing, palming and switching between them.

"Mmm...!" You let out a strangled moan, instinctively holding onto his shoulder, feeling the way how he groped you ignited your core. "Ahh..."

Your body was tantalizing as always. Hardened and sometimes bruised from your work it may be, but to Zayne, you were still beautiful as ever.

When you gasped for air, he decided he was done with your swollen lips. His lips then trailed down to your neck, sucking hard on it, creating a squelching sound that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

"W-what's... gotten into you...?" you breathed out, tangling your fingers in his hair, hyperaware of his hands still roaming over your nipples.

In response, he nibbled at your skin and flicked your breasts at the same time, causing you to freeze and draw a sharp, hitched breath. "Haah...!"

Unbeknownst to you, his lips curled wickedly at your reaction, and he continued to pepper your neck with series of wet sucks as if to mark you altogether. You writhed under him, whiny and sighing, relishing his hot breath on your skin.

You were utterly at his mercy, pliant and helpless in his hands. There was a deep satisfaction in knowing he was the only one who could bring you, his lawfully wedded wife, to this state—

Still, he wouldn’t allow you to be indecent in a place like this. When he finally pulled back, he was breathing heavily, eyes dark with lust, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of your jaw. "Don’t tempt me," he muttered, voice low and raspy.

You gazed up at him, your heart pounding. "Zayne..." you whispered, a whine broke through the heat on your flushed face.

His expression softened just enough, a flicker of tenderness cutting through the intensity. Pretty. That’s what you were, undeniably so. How he had missed out on you so long once was his greatest regret.

Carefully, he helped you sit upright, his touch gentle as he clasped your bra and began buttoning up your uniform, disheveled from his earlier ministrations.

The gentle way he touched you was a stark contrast to how it was earlier. "Is that a new way to treat busted lip?" you nudged his collar, feeling a little braver now.

"For bad wives, yeah."

"I'm not a bad wife! Just disobedient on some occasion."

Zayne's fingers brushed your face as he finished with your uniform, his dark-gray eyes steady on you. You pouted.

"You're the one who's bad," you accused with slight resentment, not missing a beat as the heat between your legs started to dissipate. "Leaving me unfinished like that."

"Hmm? Am I?" he murmured, the faintest amusement in his tone.

"You have to take responsibility tonight, you big meanie," you mumbled, your pout deepening as you avoided meeting his gaze.

Zayne snorted at the sight of you—so precious in his eyes, his thumb lightly grazing the corner of your lips in a gesture so tender it made your heart skip, before whispering in your ear:

"Well, if your voice won't wake our daughter, that is."

Epilogue

Not long after, just as you had gathered yourself and were preparing to leave the hospital to head home, a sudden knock at the door of his office startled you both.

Quickly, you moved to sit on the patient’s seat, feigning nonchalance as you braced yourself for whoever was on the other side. Zayne reached for the door, but before he could unlock it, a familiar voice called out.

"Excuse me!" the resident's voice sounded a bit hesitant but firm. "Dr. Zayne, the miss left her handbag earlier!"

Zayne let out a low, irked sigh. You glanced at him curiously, watching as he opened the door and came face-to-face with the redheaded resident.

Without a word, he extended his hand, and the resident blinked before handing over the bag.

"I-is the miss still here?" the young doctor asked, almost intimidated by his unfriendly gaze.

"Ma'am," Zayne corrected, his voice flat.

"Huh?"

"Call her ma'am. She's someone's wife."

"O-oh, and her husband is—"

"Me. I am her husband."

Your eyes widened in surprise at the matter-of-fact exchange, heat rising to your cheeks as Zayne’s words hung confidently in the air. He curtly thanked the young resident before slamming the door shut in his face.

Your jaw practically hit the floor. "Zayne!" you gasped, staring at him as he turned back towards you, entirely unbothered.

Your husband was as cold as the snowman he often made, but somehow the way he boldly declared he was your husband was just so him that it made you so giddy.

You tilted your head, crossing your arms with a playful smile. "You’re really jealous, huh? How?"

He didn’t answer, his gaze still fixed elsewhere, most definitely trying to save his dignity.

You chuckled softly, stepping closer to him with a teasing sway. Your fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw, turning him to face you, and you winked at him mischievously.

"Well, I’m all yours. But if it makes you feel better, maybe I’ll stay away from any ER residents for a while~"

Forever yours…

GOJO SATORU X READER

Part 4. Part 1, 2, & 3 linked

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

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

➛ WC: 7.4k

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

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

Both

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both

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

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

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

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

You

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

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

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

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

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

Both

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I'm convinced sharing a bed with Satan, Belphie or Mammon is a similar experience to sharing a bed with my cat. You go to bed with him right next to you tucked into your arm all cute and shit. Then you wake up diagonally and he's somehow sideways in the middle of the fucking bed

you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life

just thinking about satoru being protective over you — his pregnant wife, but the thing is, it’s only been a week since you’ve found out and there is nothing in your appearance that indicates that there’s a part of him growing inside of you.

some things become normal, like him not leaving your side and determinedly ignoring the meetings with higher ups just so he could be by your side in case “something” happens, which only makes you shake your head in amusement because there is literally nothing that could happen. well, at least for now.

there’s a lot of things he does that amuse you, actually, like when satoru shushes his students because “the little one might be sleeping” and looking so innocent while doing it that you can’t stop yourself from kissing his cheek.

or when he decides that the steps might just be too hard for you to handle and swears to carry you whenever they are in the way. to which you roll your eyes and remind him to save it all for the time when you stop seeing your own feet. naturally, your husband only chuckles and lift you up, bringing you close to his chest and peppering your face with kisses as he muses about doing it regardless of the said fact.

he rests his hands on your belly and says that “it’s to keep the baby warm!” with that bright beam of his, which might just be true because his palms are so fucking warm and pleasant to have on.

gojo worries so so much, insisting that you don’t go to mission because you could end up getting hurt and no amount of reassurance is enough to convince him that you can handle yourself just fine. so he not so secretly follows you to the missions you do end up attending, threatening ijichi for information that should be confidential.

but what can he do?! you’re his precious wife, his love, the vessel of his heart and soul, and the future mother of his beautiful baby. he will do anything and everything to keep you safe, there is no point to him if he can’t even do that.

Birthday Girl Pt 2

Smau: in which they finally remember your birthday Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, cursing, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Pt 1, Pt 3

WHAT HAPPENS IN THE PRISON REALM STAYS IN THE PRISON REALM ! ★ gojo satoru

prologue ⋆ ★ just your luck, getting sealed in the prison realm with the strongest sorcerer of this day and age. well, he's typically the strongest. unless it comes to you.

pairing ⋆ ★ gojo satoru x reader genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab!reader, sorta crack 😭 — use of blindfold, incorrect use of jujutsu, óral (f), pànty-fúcking, desperate and FERAL gojo, màting press, brééding, cérvix kissin' and creàmpiés lmfao, óverstim...

word count ⋆ ★ 4.7k! a/n ⋆ ★ gorgeous art by the amazing @baobei-bu 💖 highly recommend checking out their twt 🤭

"are you in the prison realm because ya' got sealed, or did you get sealed because you ended up in the prison realm?"

you grind tired molars together, willing your hands to stay put instead of wrapping around gojo satoru's wretched neck, "the fuck are you talkin' about?"

gojo just clicks his tongue lazily, sprawled out on the unsettling, clattering bones of the prison realm, "jus' musing. it's getting real existential here."

"it's been, what, two hours? and you're already losing it." you wrap your arms tightly around your knees, pulling them to your chest in some effort to combat the cool chill of this...prison. "you realise that this is literally all your fault though, right?"

gojo's eyes flutter open, sky-blue hues that glint with outrage, "what?" he's squawking, undignified, "don't start this again."

"oh, i will," you're jabbing a finger towards him, scowling, "i didn't have any beef with geto. not even after he went off the rails with all that murder shit. didn't do a damn thing to get stuck in here as well."

"oi," a shadow flickers over gojo's face, "whatever that thing is, it's not suguru. y'don't gotta' trust me on much else, but trust me on that."

eyes narrowing, you catch some truth in the sorcerer's defensive tone. whatever. not your circus, not your monkeys. you know better than to pick at gojo satoru's old wounds, "whatever, it's got his face. and you had one job last year when —"

gojo interrupts you with a faux, hacking cough that quickly melts into a groan. throwing his head back as though your tirade is a mere inconvenience, or a tiresome lecture. arms stretching upwards, long limbs unfolding as he arches his back.

phew. a sliver of pale skin peeks out from underneath the dark uniform of his jacket, smooth and taut over slabs of toned muscle, flashing just long enough to derail your thoughts.

"heh. no lookin', pretty," gojo snickers with half-lidded eyes, "what if i'm shy?"

a skull's clattering against the floor as you wrap your hands around rough bone, chucking it at gojo with all the force you can master. he's dodging it effortlessly, ugh. of course.

you don't hate gojo satoru. in fact, it would be a bold-faced lie to claim even a shred of dislike. far from it. your co-worker is...bearable in some circumstances, and it doesn't hurt that he's awfully easy on the eyes.

but nowhere in your grand master plan to bag the strongest sorcerer of the modern age did you imagine being sealed with him. there's a faint worry in the back of your head, wondering just how badly the world is falling apart outside. what, with that geto look-alike still running amok. tokyo? in flames. shibuya? well, you hope it's not rubble.

but it's hard to focus when gojo lounges in front of you, long legs stretched out and muscular thighs spread obnoxiously wide. he's absently tracing patterns on the eerie bones, "wanna' play rock-paper-scissors again?" sounding oddly chipper despite the dire fate of the world teetering on a knife's edge.

"we already did that. and you cheated."

"did not," gojo drawls, blue eyes disappearing to the back of his eyes in mock offense, "yer' just a sore loser."

a beat of silence, and then, "how about i spy?"

you raise a brow, glancing around at your five-star accomadation. the infinite expanse of dull bones and dismembered skulls, "fine. i spy with my little eye...an endless pile of bones. and an overgrown furby sitting right in front of me."

gojo whistles, low as he scrunches up his blindfold, tossing the black silk at you, "touché," head leaning back, groaning, "i'm jus' so bored."

"hah. if you were in here alone, you'd go mad," you mutter, scooching just a bit closer without thinking. this prison realm seems colder than it should be, and it's better to stay close for warmth, right? yeah. right, that's exactly what you tell yourself.

"probably. but it's not like we can crack this stupid place," gojo scowls, "trust me, spent the first hour givin' it my all. wasn't exactly expecting it either."

"yeah, i know," you sigh, avoiding the bright cerulean gaze that's currently resting on you, almost as though it's determined to take in the sight of you, "time doesn't pass in here, right? we're gonna' have to think of something."

the corner of gojo's mouth twitch, candy-pink lines curling up, "time stands still," and then, the man's giving you an odd, focused look that's almost sheepish, "besides, you're in here too, so i can't — y'know."

"you can't what?"

gojo snickers, whistling as he makes a quick, pumping motion over his abdomen, jerking his hand up and down, "you know."

you gape at the white-haired man, the sudden thump-thump of your heart rattling in your chest. it's ringing in your ears, "you're shameless," you mutter, dragging your gaze anywhere but him. the floor, the ceiling of this accursed place, anywhere but the faint amusement painting gojo's face.

"i never skip arm day."

you make a face, a faux-grimace, wondering how on earth you're attracted to this man. a charade and a pretense that you're keeping for yourself, because your neck is burning and heat creeps up your skin like a slow, curling flame. oh, you're a lost cause.

the laughter's melted from gojo's face, and the teasing spark in his eyes has given way to something suddenly more embarrassed, and flushed. expectant even, as there's a dusting of pink suddenly mottled on his cheekbones.

your gaze drops to his lap, mouth going a tad dry at the sudden, thick curve straining against his pants, "oh, y'serious. i mean, really, now? here?"

gojo scrambles backwards suddenly, folding his long legs beneath him like a panicked deer caught in the headlights, "hey. okay, wait! 'm stuck in here w'you and you're always looking so pretty and — don't make that face, hear me out." his ears are tipped with pink, just as obvious as the flush climbing up his neck, "and you're sitting so close, what am i meant to do? 'm only a simple man, sweetheart."

you swallow, as though there's a rough cotton ball caught in your throat, "this is really how you wanna' pass the time? i mean, we got eternity in here."

gojo's lips curl up again, maddening and cocky, as though he already knows the crass scenarios passing through your head, but theres a softer flash of vulnerability in his eyes. his gaze drops to your mouth, darkening with an expression that you've never seen on him before, "who's gonna know?"

your resolve snaps, and with it, all thoughts of the outside world. fuck it.

you're clambering forward, a sudden urge of want pushing you into his wide lap. not even giving him a chance to jest, and tease, or to say one more insufferable thing. your hands balance on gojo's broad shoulders for balance, pressing your mouth to his.

it's firm and certain, tasting the heat of his surprise and the faintest laugh that dies between you. you can taste something else as well, like cool and sweet mint. and blood, still hot and rearing from earlier fights.

gojo makes a muffled sound, somewhere between a gasp and a heady groan, and his hands suddenly come alive, rough palms sliding around your waist, pulling you so much closer. like he's holding a dream that might still disappear.

"heh, someone's just as needy," gojo murmurs, teeth grazing against the hot shell of your ear. the large expanse of his palm grazes at your chest, and a moan falls from your lips, arching your back into his touch, "s-shut up. i wasn't the one who h-had their legs spread, waiting for someone to climb on."

your groan leads gojo to make a sound like he's been wounded, desperate and tight against your skin. glossy mouth pressing at the curve of your throat, as fangs nip into the thin skin. leaving marks, this you know. cool hands slide under the hem of your own uniform, brushing gently over bare skin as his lips continue to chase your own.

sucking, and nipping at wherever his teeth can find, gojo's tugging at your top, pulling it off so you have little choice but to curl into him from the cold. chilled air hitting your bare skin, as he laughs, "aw, cold got to ya', eh? 's not to worry, i'll keep you nice and warm."

blue eyes that glow practically trained on the soft swell of your chest, reverent as though he had all the time in the world to take you in. which, at this point, gojo did. slicked lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cupped chest, white strands of hair falling over his face as he buries himself in, "i can take this off, right?" voice raspier, like rock against stone, in a lower register than you've ever heard it.

"wan' you too," you rock your hips sharper this time, more insistent, agains the hard bulge straining against his pants, "no-one's gonna' see, right?"

gojo's fingers deftly unclasp the hook, "hah, if they do, i'd rip their eyes out, can't have anyone else lookin' at m'girl like that," the strongest sorcerer in the world's gently peeling the fabric away. leaning in to kiss you again as though he's entirely drunk on the taste of you, and only you.

pale lips curling around your pert bud, hands softly pawing at your breasts as you gasp, and writhe, suddenly far more sensitive with each second that passes of gojo's attentive ministrations, "s-satoru, 'm feeling so —"

"so, what?" gojo grins, sucking a violet bruise right over your breasts, white lashes fluttering up to look at you, "yer' looking just as ruined as me, pretty."

"take them off," it's more of an order on your end, but gojo complies and he seems to know exactly what you want, exactly what you're talking about, as his hands dip to the waistband of your pants, long fingers pushing over your hips to centre themselves right where you're getting desperate for him.

"i've got ya', just carefully, yeah, lean back," he's flipping the two of you over, so he's leaning over you now, gently resting you on your discarded jacket, "heh, 'm just gonna' — yeah, there we go," hands pulling at your pants until he's tugged them off you, and gojo's eyes are wide at the sight of your drenched panties.

if you thought gojo satoru looked needy and whiny before, nothing prepares you for the sight of him gnawing at his glossy lower lip, eyes aglow as he seems to shudder, "wan' me to put the blindfold on ya', sweetheart? think we could have a lotta' fun like that, only if that's what y'want."

you eye the black silk that he discarded and tossed at you, not so long ago, pawing and reaching for it as gojo chuckles, "ohh, atta' girl, y'not gonna' need to do anything, but just lay back and use ya' words."

the snowy-haired man's surprisingly soft with it, pressing a tender kiss to your waiting lips, as he loops the fold over your eyes, obscuring your vision, "gojo's right here for ya', just relax."

you can hear the sharp hitch rock his breath, his hand mildly pressed onto your thighs as he gently nudges your thighs apart, and you can feel the chill of the air sting at your hot, sopping folds.

"s-so pretty," the strongest is slurring his words, "yer' practically dripping onto my hand and i've barely touched her. barely even gotten a good, fuck, a good taste."

"i know we're meant'ta be getting outta' this place," gojo murmurs, breath hot against your slicked panties, "but i really would lose my mind if i didn't get to do this first."

'this' being gojo pressing a quick kiss to the soaked fabric, and you can feel him smile against your thigh as you whine at the sensation, with each movement being so much more electric and heightened with the blindfold covering your vision.

"heyyy," gojo mutters, feeling at your thighs clench and kick, "no need to get antsy, 'm right here." tongue ghosting and teasing at your cunt again, "pretty thing, isn't she?"

rrrrrrip!

the way gojo's been pawing at you, you should have guessed that he was forgetting that the prison realm did not have an unlimited supply of undergarments, and that damp and muffled screech all but confirms it. he's torn your panties off, and you can't see where he's got them now.

but you can guess. for you can hear laboured breathing, and whiny praises falling from gojo's lips, and the sound of a buckle being undone. gojo's leaning back up to kiss you now, to nip and suckle at your lower lip while his hand tugs continuously at something. you can't see it, but you can feel the heavy, fat tip prod at your thighs. the sound of damp fabric being slapped against skin, plap over and over again.

"hahh, i don't think ya' know jus' how much i've wanted this, pretty," gojo breathes into your mouth, the other hand coming up to curl at the nape of your neck, loving even, "can ya' spread 'em a bit wider for me? that's it, just let me through."

he's now slotted between your thighs, large palms spreading you open as you can feel your panties still looped and dangling around his wrist, like the most lewd, keepsake cuff.

"satoru, wan' you to just — oh! oh, fuck!"

gojo's already dived right in, as though you were his last meal, swiping a tongue in quick stripes over your drooling cunt. starting near your glistening entrance, slowly climbing his way to the top where he presses gentle nips at your clit.

every single legible thought in your mind turns to a glorious mush, a senseless babble quickly falling from your lips as your hands shoot out, desperate for something to hold onto. finding the nape of gojo's neck, and curling your fingers into his pale hair as he licks at your soaked heat.

thick fingers are bruising at your hips, hooked and deeply pressed into your flesh, all the while gojo's practically making out with your cunt, primal and nasty. it's messy, absurdly so, and you can feel hot thwacks! of slick flying out against your thighs. you can only imagine how it's painting gojo's face, rendering him pussydrunk and so glossy and pretty.

"sweetheart, you're so sweet, ya' know that, right? so fuckin' sweet, heh, i mean, you don't even know how i've been dreaming of this, but now that you're here," gojo thumbs at your cunt, pushing slick-tacked folds apart to view his handiwork, "all spread so pretty for me, who woulda' thought?"

"m-more, please," you're practically mewling, jolting at the sensation of each sticky kiss that gojo plants on you, "more, fuck."

you can hear the crude smile in gojo's tone as he spits a thick glob onto your cunt, "what's the magic word, pretty?"

you don't even care to think, to pull a coherent sentence or plea from your mouth as he picks up the pace, "i d-don't know, satoru! but, god, fuck, fuck, please 'toru, i jus' —"

his grip on your hips tightens, "what?" a cutting, sharp sound as though he's been struck dumb, "what'd ya' just say, sweetheart?"

you don't even know how to form syllables now, such is the effect of gojo munching at your slick heat, "wanted more? huh, 'toru?" grinding your cunt against his face, rocking your hips sharply so you can feel the beakish point of his nose brush against your clit.

"toru, ya' called me," and you can hear the desperation and want painting gojo's words, drawing his voice out into a whine, "never thought hearing that from your lips would fuck w'me so much."

safe to say that gojo satoru would have a hard time letting go of you ever again. wind, hail, fire or prison realm — the strongest was going to have his way with you. his pretty girl, all spread pretty and dewy for him to feast on.

gojo's fingers are long, splitting you open as he begins to slide the digits right up into you. scissoring you open at a bullying pace, so you can only cry and squirm from where you are, "faster, f-fuck, your mouth too, 'toru!"

"whatever ya' want from me, 'm all yours to give," gojo murmurs, pressing a soft bite into the fat of your thighs, pushing his tongue into your entrance too, teasing at the outer edges of your gummy walls, "s'so tight, and 'm only using m'hands and this mouth," the tip of the muscle being sucked in by your pretty, sopping folds.

two lengthy fingers still pushing through your walls, exploring every crevice and sticky orifice that he can find, before rough pads brush past a spot that makes you scream, "oouh, m'girl's sensitive there?"

"s-satoru," you try to take in heavy swathes of air into your lungs, feeling much of the world fall away as gojo's nose grinds at your clit, each brush making you jerk your hips up and up, till you're seeing stars.

and oh, you're definitely seeing the whole damn night sky like this. you don't know what it is that he's doing, that sharp buzz faintly running in your ears, that faint crackle of energy that makes you jolt, but you can guess, "hah, 's not fair, using j-jujutsu, 'm gonna cum, m'really gonna cum!"

"now," it's a command, and you can hear it in gojo's ruined tone, that he needs to see you fall apart like this, needs to taste your release on his tongue and you writhe, as tears prick at your lashes underneath the blindfold, your orgasm washing over you in pulsing waves that leave you limp and boneless.

gojo's hands are trailing up again, leaning upwards to gently pull the blindfold from your eyes, and oh, what a sight! the white-haired man looks breathless, as though the air has been stolen away from him. eyes glowing with running cursed energy, a bright light in the dark that has your thighs clenching at how feral he looks. glossy lips dripping syrup over his chin, and how utterly pleased he looks.

"thereee you are," gojo murmurs, pressing his lips hotly to your own, "can ya' taste how sweet y'are?" each sticky kiss leaving you dizzy, but not as giddy as you feel when your eyes drop lower.

your panties still wrapped around his wrist, uniform sleeve pushed up so you can see where your slick has dampened the pale dusting of hair on his arm. and there, well, eyes on the prize as they say.

he's bigger than anyone else that you've ever seen. it seems fitting that gojo satoru's cock is just as girthy, and beefy as he is. curling upwards in a thick shaft that's kissing wet smears of fluid over his jacket, staining it.

"that's not gonna' fit," the only logical thing you can say right now, eyeing the pink, swollen head of his cock and how it glows.

the sorcerer's tilting his head, "we can make it fit," hand reaching out to run gentle strokes across your knuckle, "we got allll the time in the world to make it fit, don't we? and, heh, i don't think our audience really minds, do ya'?"

you scowl at the reminder of the clattering skulls still chittering away, mindlessly thrumming in the walls of this stupid cube. but you're never one to complain when faced with a site such as this, gojo wrapping long fingers against his cock to glide the head through your syrupy folds. the wide, throbbing head snagging at the sopping walls of your entrance. all while you pull him in closer, nails already beginning to tear lightly at his back.

"kiss m-me, 'toru."

gojo looks up from where he seems mesmerised, taken by the sight of your glossy folds seem to welcome his cock's touch, "what was that, sweetheart?"

"kiss me," you gasp, feeling him press further against you, the tip running circles right over your clit, "when ya' put it in, please."

despite the fact that he was previously nose-deep in your cunt, not five minutes ago, and the fact that he's been pawing your clothes off in a cursed prison realm with no shame, now it seems like you've truly stumped the man. rendered him speechless and flushed, as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck.

"awh," gojo murmurs, "pretty girl wants me kissin' her, fuck, ya' don't know what you're asking. or how much y'ruin me," he's taking your mouth into a heart stopping kiss, searing before he breaks away to press light pecks to the corner of your mouth, "hold on, biiig stretch for m'now, but i've got ya', just — ohhh."

gojo feels his own thoughts dissipate as he's pushing into your cunt. every previous subconscious worry of what on earth he had gotten himself (and you, when that fuck-ass clone showed up on the train platform) falling away as he's left with only you. just you, and this maddening cunt that he's ready to call home. forever.

"s-s-so tight," the strongest stutters, "fuck" his hands already pulling at your thighs to spread them wider, so he can bully more hot inches in, just so he can hear the smack! of skin against skin.

you're squealing, digging sharp tips of your nails into faint lines that are definitely gonna' paint his back, "eeh, it's b-big, 'toru." it feels like he's truly split you open, and well, fuck, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't pleased at how you finally got the strongest sorcerer spitting cuntstruck praises into your mouth.

you whimper, the sound falling softly from you as he bottoms out, and chuckles, swiping a slick thumb over your chin, "see? we really did it together, heh," like he's awarding you some participation in a teamwork exercise, "i'm all up in ya' and her," he's patting at your abdomen, right where you know there's a soft divot, a bulge that curls upwards.

the thick, hot tip of his cock pressing messy kisses to your inner walls, throbbing and pulsing. each vein bulging within you, "y'gonna cum in me, right, 'toru? gonna' finish right in —"

gojo stares at you, bewildered for a split second, like you've truly shocked him. blue eyes wide and expressionless for a second, before something far more pained crosses his face, tongue poking out of red, kiss-bitten lips.

"satoru?"

the strongest sorcerer snaps, pushing himself upwards, and dragging you up along side him, rough palms coming up to tug at your thighs, your calves. pulling them over his shoulders, a reverent kiss pressed to your ankle as gojo snarls, "ya' got no idea, do ya'? talkin' out of your slutty cunt, not even knowin' what you're doin' to me? huh?

gojo's now pressing down into you, with such force that it makes your thighs ache and smart, but you can't even bring yourself to care. practically folded in half neatly in a brutal mating press as his cock rummages inside you at a snappish, crazed pace. as though he's desperate to find where he can push into you the most, to have the leaky head kiss at the entrance of your womb.

and oh, gojo's enjoying the view. thinking that he's content with being faced with the bounce, and jolt of your chest against his, the way that your lips part and flutter around each muffled whine and cry of his name. the hazy glimmer that falls over your cockdrunk expression, like he's the only one for you. his own thighs ripple and bulge with each snap, cock pulsing into the depths of your core. kissing your cervix over and over in pleasurable stings.

"sweetheart, fuck," gojo's gasping, tugging at your lips. you don't miss crystalline droplets pooling on the edges of long, white lashes. the shuddering breaths that he takes into his lungs as you've practically snatched his mind and rationality away with the tight heat of your cunt, "n-never felt like this before. ya' drivin' me mad. fuck, fuck, oh, this pussy was jus' made for me, hah."

in the dim glow of this accursed place, the sheen of his eyes seems all the more intense. storm clouds gathering and parting all at once, striking electric sparks that leave you breathless. he's moving at a pace so feral that you can feel tight, heavy balls smack against your ass. desperate to empty themselves into you, just as you had begged.

"gonna' cum, pretty," gojo whines into your panting mouth, eyes fluttering shut as a tear or two streaks away from his waterline, "jus' snatching me so fuckin' tight."

you hammer your hips up to meet his, to feel that delicious tack of his sticky groin against yours, every kiss of pre-cum glistening in your cunt, "don't miss."

"when have i ever m — ohhh, fuck. fuck, 'm -"

yeah. you don't let him finish. clenching around him tight enough just to remind him who's got who wrapped around their finger. sending gojo hurtling towards a heart shattering climax, pumping every divot of your drooling pussy with shades of white and cream. endless streams of milky, translucent seed making its home deep within you. all while you cry out, harshly digging into his back and pulling the strands of his silver-streaked undercut.

"takin' it all, 'm pumping you s'full, sweetheart," gojo whines, mewling as he slaps a hand between you two, roughly pawing at your thigh to push your leg higher up with one hand, giving him enough space to rub tight, tremouring circles over your clit. slapping and sloshing the mess around even more as your mouth falls open.

he's still shooting into you, and you don't have to look down to predict the sticky, glossy mess that must be painted over your cunt now. right where gojo's hand must be dripping in your release, making you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. stars streaking across your vision as all goes black momentarily, but he doesn't let up on your poor, throbbing clit.

"hah, 'm so full, satoru," you groan out, pressing a limp hand to the bulge right over your groin, right where gojo's eyes are trained, his cock still sputtering out the desperate release of his cum into you, and the white-haired man moans. loud, like you've truly undone him.

the overstimulated sting is giving way to another shattering, sharp climax that washes over you once more, as quickly as it came, leaving your heart thumping and your lungs weak, locking your ankles once more around gojo's neck, wresting on his shoulders.

you limply paw at his jacket, tugging at the stiff collar as gojo sighs, content like a cat that's finally been able to bask in the sun, "feelin' more alert now, huh? got any fresh ideas on how to break this thing?"

gojo gives you a lazy, droopy look. eyes half-lidded as he barks a faint, incredulous laugh, "fucked any smart thoughts right outta' me, sweetheart. besides," and now he's flipping the two of you around again, so you're perched once more in his lap.

smacking and squelching in the pooling mess of your shared release, as gojo grunts, lifting the jacket from his torso. revealing an expanse of delicious washboard abs, and mouth-watering, flushed pectorals, "i don't think we're runnin' outta' time here, may as well make the most of it."

redraw of this fanart i did last year 🍒