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too late ❥ itoshi sae

❥ PAIRING: Itoshi Sae x fem!reader, Itoshi Rin x fem!reader (separate)

❥ SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend has always told you about his conflict with his older brother. Despite that, you couldn’t help but make things worse for the siblings.

❥ WARNINGS: cheating, ANGST?, degradation, voyeurism, mean dom rin, dacryphilia, dom sae, masturbation, squirting, fingering, edging, oral receiving (f). sae is 26, rin and reader are 23.

❥ NOTES: AAAAAAA I'VE BEEN HAVING ITOSHI BROTHERS BRAIN ROT RECENTLY!!!! yes, three parts idk why but i badly want to make this a series? like😭

PART I | PART II | PART III

The first time you met Itoshi Sae was when your boyfriend, Itoshi Rin, introduced you to his family. Rin’s relationship with his family was… not so good, especially with his older brother. Despite their conflict years ago, you knew Rin and Sae still hold grudges against each other. However, you understand the reason why your boyfriend hates his brother so much. In fact, when he told you the reason why he has conflict with his brother, your mind told you that Itoshi Sae has got to be the worst sibling ever.

So when Rin finally introduced you, you didn’t know whether you’d face his brother or not. Simply because seeing his face already pisses you off. However, you cannot deny the fact that Itoshi Sae is gorgeous.

You’ve only ever seen Itoshi Sae from afar or in the screen. You’ve watched football matches before, and your favorite one was the Blue Lock 11 vs. U-20 match. That was the first time you’ve seen them play against each other and you admit that Sae’s skills compared to Rin are exceptional, you cannot deny that.

“Mom, Dad—” Your boyfriend’s gaze turned to his brother, giving him a disgusted look that made his eye twitch. “Sae-nii,” he said, “this is my girlfriend.” Then he said your name.

The way Rin said his brother’s name was… forceful. Hatred. Forced himself to say it out loud that his tongue met the back of his teeth in a hard, painful way. You knew your boyfriend hates his older brother yet you didn’t know that he hated him this much.

“Welcome to the family! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Rin’s mom smiled at you and gave you a warm hug, which you gladly returned back.

During family dinner, you tried not to glance at Sae as if he is an invisible entity inside the room or it’s as if he doesn’t exist at all. However, you can feel shivers running down your spine as you can sense Sae’s green eyes piercing right through you, as if you are a dead prey being surrounded by a single, vicious vulture who is ready to devour you at any moment.

Despite Sae’s gaze locked on you, you try to keep your composure as you continue to make conversations with Rin’s parents while he continues to eat his meal. Through your peripheral vision, you can see Sae’s elbow rested on the mahogany dinner table, his palm closed into a fist and his cheek rested on it.

“How did you and Rin meet?” Sae asked out of the blue, making you and your boyfriend to stop whatever you were doing. Rin raised an eyebrow at his brother, confused at the sudden interest Sae just showed.

You haven’t given a glance at Sae as you keep your eyes locked on Rin, waiting for him to answer his brother’s question.

“I asked you a question. Why won’t you look at me and answer it?”

“Sae! Don’t be rude.” Rin’s mom glared at Sae and apologized for his behavior.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you smiled.

Finally, for the first time during dinner, you turn your gaze to Sae, only to meet his piercing green eyes.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Rin said beside you.

You ignored his statement and kept your eyes on Sae as you recalled the time when you and Rin met for the first time. One thing that Rin liked about you is how you keep and maintain your eye contact. Your ability to look at someone in the eyes while still keeping your composure is something that you use to intimidate and show your confidence to that person and that’s what you’re doing to Sae right now, on the dinner table as you talk about your relationship with his younger brother.

Two can play this game, Itoshi Sae.

Sae let out a scoff and said, “Got yourself a good one, Rin,” before standing up, leaving you unable to speak on your seat for the rest of the dinner.

You don’t fucking know why, but the way Sae stared at you made you squirm on your fucking seat.

And that was the first and last time you met Itoshi Sae.

For the next few months, you grew closer to Rin’s parents as he always brings you along for family dinners and special occasions. Rin admits that he gets tired of going to his parents house because his mom and dad would always invite the both of you. Thankfully, Sae wasn’t there anymore. His parents told you and Rin that Sae is back in Spain to continue his training and hasn’t told them when he’ll be back, which is a good thing for you and your boyfriend since the both of you don’t want Sae’s presence anyway.

After dinner, you and Rin insisted to clean the dinner table and wash the plates so the two of you were left in the kitchen. While you wipe and clean the table, Rin is too focused on washing the plates. Your mind starts to wonder what your boyfriend is thinking to be too deep in his thoughts so you initiated. You wipe your hands using a paper towel before walking to him and wrapping your arms around his waist while you head rests on his strong back.

“Is everything okay, babe?” you asked. “You’re so deep in thought. Is something bothering you?”

Rin put the plates down, wiped his hand and faced you. He let his waist lean on the counter and lets you wrap your arms around his back while you look up at him, waiting for his answer.

“No, it’s just—” he stopped. “I have to go back to training. That stupid Ego says our days of fun are over and we have to get back on the field soon.”

“Oh… well, that’s good, babe! I get to watch you play again,” you smiled. “I miss watching you play on the field and I miss cheering for my sweet, little boyfriend. I don’t miss the paparazzis surrounding you though.”

“Yeah, those assholes are annoying.”

Despite yours and Rin’s career in the sports industry, the two of you are very private when it comes to your relationship. Itoshi Rin, the famous football player of the Japan National Team, who led the country to victory at the world cup at a young age, dating you who is the exceptional setter of Women’s National Team in volleyball is something that the public and the media loves. Headline: Young star players, Itoshi Rin and LN YN, has finally hit it off!

Ever since the news of you and Rin dating each other, the two of you are careful about your private life. You and Rin were able to escape from the paparazzis and media ever since your off, but now that Rin has to go back to the field again, he will definitely surrounded by them for god knows how long. The two of you will be separated for months again since Rin has to go abroad with the team.

Although you miss seeing your boyfriend play again on the field, you hate the fact that he would be away from you for months. Of course the two of you would text and FaceTime each other, but it’s different from feeling Rin’s presence physically.

“I just hate that you have to be away from me again,” you whispered as you trace the crevice of his shirt.

“That’s what you get for dating a professional football player,” he said.

“I can’t say I hate it.” Youu chuckled before standing up on your toes to press a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s pink lips.

Rin lets you stand properly again as he leaned down to kiss you back, his hands, almost soft as a cotton, cup both of your cheeks to keep you within his grasp.

Your boyfriend was able to easily lift you on his arms, making you sit down on the kitchen island while you wrap your legs around his waist, his lips still pressed on yours, his tongue writhing against yours. Rin’s slender fingers traced your spine underneath your thin shirt that sent shivers down your spine, making its way down your pussy.

“Rin—” you gasped as his lips meets your neck. “Rin, let’s—mhh—let’s not do this h-here.”

Your boyfriend stops before whispering to you.

“Let’s go to my room, then.”

You and Rin are both careful as the two of you made your way upstairs to Rin’s childhood bedroom, next to Sae’s and a few steps away from his parents’ room. His room wasn’t filled with posters of superheroes or anything that a child would have in his room. Rather, it was filled with dozens of trophies and medals that he won at football competitions when he was a kid. But his trophies and medals are the least of your worry since you had your boyfriend in between your legs as you cover your mouth with one hand to keep the noises to yourself, afraid of his parents hearing whatever noise you make.

Your panties that Rin stuffed inside your mouth minutes ago isn’t even enough to keep your noises to yourself. Despite your teeth biting down on the fabric, you had to cover your mouth to make sure that you aren’t releasing any noise, because that’s what your boyfriend told you to do. Also because it’s fucking embarrassing if his parents heard the two of you fucking inside his childhood bedroom.

“Mmmph!” you whimpered when you feel Rin’s tongue slowly made its way in between your puffy, overstimulated folds, plunging his tongue in and out as you squirm underneath him. You couldn’t help but grasp his hair using your hand that is covering your mouth.

Rin has already made you cum three times using his fingers only. It was just his fucking fingers yet you’re already worn out that you couldn’t handle the overstimulation much more. He hasn’t even started with his tongue yet.

When Rin felt your grip on his hair tightened, he stared up at you. Despite the room being so dark, you can clearly see his green eyes staring daggers at you, that you immediately removed your hand from his hair.

“I told you to fucking cover your mouth, right?” Rin moved his face away from your cunt and settles himself on top of you. Taking your stuffed panties out of your mouth, Rin tossed it somewhere in his room yet you couldn’t care less about it when he pinched your cheeks together with one hand.

“You can’t even follow one single thing I asked you,” he said. “I don’t even think you deserve to cum on my tongue.”

“‘m sorry—sorry, Rin…” you whimpered.

“Sorry? You think I’ll let you cum just by saying sorry?” he scoffed. “Think again, slut.” With that, he released his grip on your cheeks before settling himself on the bed. Rin sat down, his back resting on the wooden headboard.

“If you want to cum, do it yourself. Use my thighs and make yourself cum.”

You wasted no time in doing what Rin told you. Your desperation to cum washes over you as you settle yourself on Rin’s thighs, immediately moving your hips to meet the warmth of Rin’s thighs against your wet pussy. Your boyfriend looked down at you with his slim, teal eyes filled with amusement yet his face says otherwise. You’re panting, gasping, whimpering, and begging for him to touch you against his ear, but your begs and cries were ignored by your stone-cold boyfriend.

“Will you stop fucking whining and just make yourself cum? Is that so hard, slut?” Rin scoffed, making you shut your mouth as you moved your hips even faster. Only soft whimpers and sharp breaths can be heard as well as the squelching noises of your pussy against Rin’s thighs.

“I can’t… can’t do it, Rin,” you mumbled and looked up at your boyfriend with teary eyes.

He lets out a bitter chuckle. “My dumb, little girlfriend can’t even make herself cum.”

With that, Rin gently shoved you down, your back on the mattress with your legs wide open. Rin puts one on his shoulder before angling himself on your pussy. You whined when you felt the tip of his cock rubbing your entrance. A loud gasp escaped from your mouth when Rin suddenly pushed himself inside you. The fast pace of his hips had the bed rocking and the headboard banging against the wall, completely forgetting that his parents are asleep down the hallway.

“Rin! S-slow down—oh, god! Fuck! They—they'll hear!” your hand gripped Rin’s forearm, digging your nails against his skin that made crescent patterns. Despite your protest, Rin kept his rough and fast pace consistent, showing no intention of slowing nor stopping.

“Yeah? Then let them hear.”

You let out a loud moan when Rin pushed himself deeper inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours that made your legs shake and your toes curl. Rin can feel you getting closer so he didn’t hesitate to press your knees against your chest and started fucking into you so deep, his balls smacking against your clit, creating loud, wet noises that filled the room.

“Rin—ngh! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! S-slow down, please! I can’t—”

Your toes are starting to curl as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. Rin lets out a grunt when he felt your walls squeezing him, making him move faster than before to chase his high as well. The man couldn’t care less if his parents hear or if the entire neighbourhood hears how well he fucks you. In fact, it’s a compliment for him if others hear you scream as you take his cock.

A real fucking compliment, he thought.

THE MORNING AFTER, breakfast was… needless to say, it was awkward as fuck. For you, for Rin’s parents… but not for your boyfriend. He ate breakfast like he didn’t just fuck your consciousness out of you last night. You were so embarrassed when you faced his parents during breakfast but they tried not to make breakfast more awkward so they would try to bring up things to talk to. When they decided to ask when Rin will be back to training, you paid attention to your boyfriend.

“Next week. The team and I will be training in France,” he said as he eats his bacon and eggs.

France, you thought. That’s halfway across the world.

You let out a soft sigh, trying to accept the fact that Rin will be away from you again for months. But it couldn’t be helped. The two of you will be busy with your careers again. Sometimes, you just want to be away from the sports industry and live in the peaceful countryside with Rin, but you know how much your boyfriend loves football. It’s his passion, his dream, it’s what he loves most, and you’re always there to support him. But sometimes… sometimes you just want to always be with him.

“What about you, sweetie?” Rin’s mother turned her gaze to you. “The World Championships are getting closer and will be held here in Japan, right? Surely you have to train with the national team too.”

You smiled and gave her a nod. “The team and I will be training next month.”

I will be away from Rin too. We’ll be busy with our careers again… I just want him to be with me…

FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK, you and Rin spent the remaining time together before he heads to France with his team. The man never left your side and you figured he’s making the most of it before he’s away from you for months again. When it was time for Rin to head to France with the team, you decided to accompany him to the airport where you met the others.

“Yo, Rin’s girl!” Bachira greeted you with a wide smile.

“Hey, Bachira. Great to see you again.” You smiled at him and Isagi. You were sure you felt Rin’s grip on your waist get tighter than before, which made you smile. “Look after Rin for me while he’s away.”

“I don’t need these idiots to look after me.” Rin mumbled.

“Sure thing, Y/N! We’ll make sure he won’t cheat on you.” Isagi joked.

“Keep your mouth shut if you’re gonna say something stupid.” Rin glared at Isagi.

“Heh, you always think everything I say is stupid.”

“That’s the point.”

You smiled and started to drag Rin away from his teammates before he says something to them again. Although his teammates don’t take offense to what your boyfriend says, it’s still hurtful when you hear him say it. Now, it’s time for you to say your goodbyes to your boyfriend before setting off to France.

“Call me when the plane landed, okay? And message me or call me when you’re not busy with training, just when you have some free time, okay?” You said

“Okay.” Rin mumbled.

“You know that I don’t want to interfere with your work and I want you to focus on training, but just remember to contact me if you’re not busy, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And I’ll do the same too.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll contact you after training and tell you about my day no matter how tired I am and tell you that I love you and I miss you so much and—”

Your words were suddenly halted and your eyes widen when Rin’s soft lips met yours. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck. When he decided to break the kiss, Rin rests his forehead on yours and holds you tightly in his arms.

“I’ll miss you too,” he whispered before kissing your forehead.

When it was almost Rin’s flight, you gave him one last kiss before waving to him as he gets in the plane with his teammates. You waited in the lobby to see Rin’s plane take off with a soft yet melancholic smile on your face. You let out a heavy sigh before standing up. Your hand snaked into the pocket of your trench coat to send a text message to Rin’s mother that he’s finally on his way to France.

Before you had the chance to send the message, your face hit something hard, making you lose your grip on your phone that landed with a loud thud on the floor.

“Watch where you’re going.” You heard a man mumble to you.

Shit.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be texting while walking,” you apologized and bowed to the man before picking your phone up. You put it inside your trench coat pocket before looking up at the man that made your eyes widen and your heart to skip a beat.

A loud gulp can be heard from your throat as you stare up at the man in front of you. With his long lashes and teal eyes, he stares down at you with a threatening glare. Due to your prolonged look at him, he raises and eyebrow and scoffs before asking you.

“Do I know you?” he asked

You couldn’t answer.

“If you’re not gonna answer, move over and stop wasting my time,” he said before walking past you.

“Itoshi Sae!” You yelled, making him look over his shoulder with a glare. Despite his threatening glare, you walked towards him to close the distance between the two of you and looked at him straight in his teal, green eyes. “You didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to Rin. He’ll be training in France for the next few months.”

Sae raised an eyebrow, wondering why you’re saying that to him and why you look so familiar. Sae’s mind is telling him that the two of you had already met before and that your face is really familiar but he couldn’t remember when or how. When his eyes met yours, his mind finally flashed back to the night when Rin introduced you to his family as his girlfriend.

Right… Rin’s girl. So they’re still together, huh? Sae said in the back of his mind.

“I’m not here to say goodbye to him,” he mumbled before turning his back against you and walked away. This time, you didn’t bother calling out to him again and just went your way.

So Itoshi Sae is back in Japan, huh? I wonder why…

For the two months of Rin’s departure, the two of you had been in constant communication with each other. Sometimes, Rin would send pictures of him training with the team or working out. Before going to sleep, he would FaceTime you while you train with your teammates for the upcoming World Championships. Since time is different in France and Japan, it would be hard to keep communication with each other, but the two of you are still going strong despite that.

The night after sending Rin to the airport, his mom contacted you and invited you for dinner since Sae finally went home after months of being away in Spain. Of course, you couldn’t refuse the nice offer of Rin’s mother and went to dinner so you had to face Itoshi Sae again for the second time. You decided not to tell Rin about Sae being back in Japan since he doesn’t want you to bring up his older brother.

The first two months were great for both you and Rin, but for the third month, your communication with each other are slowly fading. You keep sending and sending messages to him when you get the chance but he replies with only few, short texts and sometimes he doesn’t have any replies at all. You’re starting to overthink things that made you feel distracted during practice that even your teammates are worried about your performance and it’s not good, knowing that the World Championships are two months away.

You were desperate to know why Rin couldn’t even send a text back to you so you decided to do the one thing that you promised not to do and lowered your pride to fix whatever is going on between yours and Rin’s relationship. Despite the heavy rainstorms in this night, you head towards Sae’s condominium.

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at the door in front of you.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

You knocked on the door, hoping that he’s home and will let you in for a talk. A few minutes after your knock, Sae opened the door with a tired look in his eyes and raised an eyebrow at you.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Uhm… can we talk?” you mumbled.

“What’s there to talk about?”

“It’s about Rin. Well, Rin and football.”

Sae decided to let you in inside his condominium. The sat down on the couch while Sae sat down on the single couch in front of you. He figured it would be so rude of him to send you home after traveling all the way to his condo. You’re still his little brother’s girlfriend after all.

“So?” he asked. His elbow is rested on the arm rest, his hands closed into a fist while his cheek is pressed against it as he stares at you with an uninterested look on his face.

“Well, Rin has been away for three months now. The first two months of him being away was fine since the two of us had communication with each other, but now…” you stopped and sighed. “He doesn’t reply anymore or update me about things, he’s just… he’s just not there. It’s been weeks now… and I just—”

“You came all the way here to tell me that?” You heard Sae let out a scoff so you did what you came here to do.

“No. I want to ask how busy football is for him to not even give me one single text back.” You looked at him straight in the eyes.

It took a few seconds for Sae to give you an answer.

What a stupid thing to ask, he thought.

“Football is busy. Teams practice and play almost 24/7, especially when there are upcoming major competitions,” Sae explained while your brain takes notes of what he is saying, comprehending every single detail. “As for Rin, we both know that he’s focused on becoming the best player in the field. To be honest, I’m surprised on how he got a girl because he is very focused on football and he doesn’t need any distractions in his life right now.”

“So you’re saying I’m a distraction for him?” you raised an eyebrow. “I’m busy with training too, Sae, but I always text with him if given the chance and sometimes, I make time just to communicate with him. The World Championships is getting closer and your brother is not making it easier for me.”

“That’s your problem,” he mumbled. “You should start doing the same.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean stop distracting yourself because of Rin and start focusing on volleyball. If you want to win the World Championships that badly, then do the same,” he said. “You don’t have time to worry and think about my idiot brother.”

“But I want our relationship to work,” you sighed.

“Is he doing the same?”

When Sae asked that, you couldn’t utter a single word. You didn’t know what to answer that. Is he? Is he trying to make your relationship work despite it being so… so vulnerable? You know that you are. But what about Rin? Why can’t he do the same? Why can’t he just give one single text back? Does he even care about your relationship?

You sighed, thinking that you will never earn a single answer to your dozens of questions. He can’t even send a single text back.

“Can I use the bathroom?” you asked.

“Down the hallway, second door.”

“Thanks,” you replied.

You weren’t really going to use the bathroom. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry your eyes out because of yours and Rin’s relationship. Everything was going so well before, so why has it gotten downhill? Why did he suddenly left you hanging? No texts, no calls, no pictures, not a single thing for you. You know that football is a very important part in Rin’s life, but why is it that you’re not?

Hot tears started cascading down your cheeks, ruining your mascara that is now smeared on your eyes. You whimpered as you bite your lips to stop yourself from releasing any noises that would indicate that you’re crying over yours and Rin’s relationship.

However, your little noises were heard by Sae from outside the door. He doesn’t know why… He doesn’t know why he’s enjoying to see you like this, so broken about a relationship that shouldn’t even work in the first place. He doesn’t know why he’s taking pleasure to hearing and seeing you cry that he’s starting to get aroused by the idea of seeing you underneath him, begging and crying for him.

Thank goodness his little brother is fucking it up.

When you finally left the bathroom, Sae asked if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks,” you replied, not even taking a single look at him. “I have to go now. Sorry for wasting your time, Sae.”

“The rain’s not gonna stop until tomorrow,” he said. “You should stay here for the night.”

“No, I shouldn’t.”

“You sure you wanna drive with that weather?” You turned your gaze to the window of Sae’s condo. Your eyes could barely see anything because of the heavy rain and fog outside. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, knowing that it will be hard to drive in the kind of weather.

“You can stay in the guest room.” Sae stood up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen where he took a bowl of something out of the microwave.

“You sure?” you asked.

“You’re still my little brother’s girlfriend after all,” he mumbled before turning his gaze away from you.

You couldn’t utter a single word, but Sae wasn’t expecting you to say anything. When you were finally driven back to reality, you realized that Sae is not in the living room anymore so you noted in the back of your mind to thank him for letting you stay for the night. You made your way to the guest room of Sae’s condominium and was met my a tidy, minimalistic room with a single bed, a nighstand with the wooden boards covered with a maroon carpet.

You let your body fall on the soft mattress of the queen-sized bed on your back and stared at the dirty white ceiling of the condo. You closed your eyes as you reminisce the memories of yours and Rin before he went to France that was months ago.

You missed the way Rin holds you, the way he kisses you, the way he caresses your body, the way he brings pleasure to you, the way his body presses against you. You just miss all of him. But now that you’re facing the reality that Rin can’t even send you a single message, those memories are starting to hurt you rather than made you feel loved. Truth be told you are desperate to be with Rin again, that you want to ignore your practice with the team and the World Championships and fly to France yourself to be with Rin. But as much as you want to do that, you just can’t set your career aside. After all, you’re the exceptional setter of Japan’s National Team for the women’s category.

If Rin can’t make time for you because of his career, then maybe it’s time you start doing the same.

You sighed and let yourself drift to sleep.

WHEN YOU WOKE UP, your eyes scanned for the digital clock on the nightstand that read: 3:28 AM. The muffled tapping and pitter patter of the rain outside can still be heard in the room, showing no indication of stopping anytime soon. Your throat is aching and in need of something to drink so you stood up from the mattress and exited the guest room.

Since Sae’s door is right in front of yours, you noticed that his door is slightly open. You walked closer towards the door to close it but was suddenly halted by the groans and grunts that can be heard from the inside of the room.

Because of your curiosity, you peeked inside the dark room. It was all dim yet you could clearly see the silhouette of Sae. You let out a gulp when your eyes scanned the way his hands rubbed up and down his hard length, his thumb tracing the tip of his cock. Sae’s head is thrown back as he releases groans that echoed inside your ears. You can see his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as well as his bare chest. Sae is breathing heavily, groaning, grunting, and panting at the way he rubbed his cock, still oblivious that you’re watching him pleasure himself.

You couldn’t help but part your lips at the sight, your legs squeezed itself together as if it had a mind of its own. Your breathing started to become heavy and you swear you felt your entire body become hot and aroused. You gulped before backing yourself against the wall next to Sae’s open door. His groans and grunts can still be heard while you made the most of it as your hand pressed against your aching cunt.

You were breathing heavily as you started to lift the hem of your skirt, exposing the thin fabric of your panties to thin air. You bit your lip when you started to run your fingers along the wet spot of your panties, trying not to release any moans that would be audible for Sae.

“Shit, fuck…” you heard him again, but this time, he groaned something that made your entire body to become clouded with lust and temptation.

Sae moaned your name in the most sensual way that it continued to echo inside your ears as you pushed your panties to the sides. You closed your eyes tightly as you run your fingers on your wet folds. Your other hand made its way under the fabric of your shirt to squeeze your tits and pinch your sensitive nipples.

It was as if your mind pushed all your morals aside to let yourself feel such pleasure that is making your entire body to feel as if you’re reaching heaven. Your mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of Sae; his groans, his grunts, the way he moans your name, the way he runs his hand up and down his cock, the way he would touch you. Your thoughts about Rin was pushed in the back of your mind as you continue to run your fingers on your sensitive clit, imagining that it was Sae who is touching you right now.

You bit your lip and thrown your head back when you pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt. You had to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from releasing any moans or whimpers that Sae would hear. However, you were so bad at doing it that Sae already had an idea of what you’re doing to yourself just by hearing your whimpers through his open door that he had to moan louder to tease you.

Oh, god. What am I doing? Shit, shit. I shouldn’t be doing this… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t but why does it feel so good?

The squelching sound while Sae runs his hand up and down his cock became much louder, his moans became more and more audible and his breathing became more rapid.

You whimpered and continued to thrust your fingers in and out of your wet pussy, making quiet squelching noises while you continued to cover your mouth. Your toes started to curl when you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge of your climax. You can hear Sae’s breathing become more heavier and faster, indicating that he’s close to cumming too. The way you thrust your fingers in and out became more and more faster as you desperately tried to make yourself cum… but your fingers weren’t enough to let you so kept unintentionally edging yourself, despite your desperation to cum.

“Ngh—shit, fuck, fuck…” you cursed under your breath, trying to let yourself cum. But it just wasn’t enough. You squirmed and eventually gave up.

Sae chuckled when he heard your heavy breathing and panting. He was standing right in front of his door that was really close enough to hear your sounds. He figured you need some help so when he opened the door, your eyes widened at the sight of him seeing you like this, all hot and bothered for him.

“Sae, I—I can explain—”

“Shut up. You have nothing to explain,” he mumbled. “I heard it all, Y/N. I heard how desperate you are to cum, how your aching pussy is sopping wet for me, how you tried to cover your noises.” he whispered as he stepped closer and closer to you, caging you in between his arms and the wall behind you.

“You want some help?”

You gulped. All sane thoughts and morals left your body when your head motioned up and down, giving him a nod.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me you want me to help you.” Sae stepped closer to you, narrowing the gap, which made you back against the wall again, but this time, you were caged in between him.

“I… I need your help, Sae…” you mumbled and looked up at him, giving him your, pretty doe eyes. “Please.”

Sae scoffed and as soon as you can say anything else, his lips were already against yours, kissing you so deeply yet passionately. His callous hands started wandering around the crevice of your body that the warmth of his palm traveled through your skin like lightning, making you press your body against him. Your hands made its way up to Sae’s neck, but he caught both of your wrists before pinning it against the wall, his lips still pressed against yours, still kissing you hungrily.

You whimpered when Sae bit your lip and took the opportunity to snake his tongue inside your mouth, swirling and writhing against yours. Sae pinned both of your wrists together above your head with one hand while the other is exploring your body. The more Sae presses his body against yours, the more you can feel something hard poking against your lower stomach.

Sae’s kisses started traveling down your jaw then to your neck, leaving your skin with marks, bites, and kisses. You tilted your head to the sides to give him more access to your neck.

“Sae…” you whimpered when you felt him bit your neck.

You lost all your senses when Sae’s hand went down to your still aching pussy. The tips of his fingers pressed against your folds made you shudder and let out a loud gasp, making you throw your head back against the wall. You were mumbling curses under your breath and chanting Sae’s name again and again. Sae continued to tease you as he ran his fingers up and down your folds.

“What would Rin think if he knew his little girlfriend is cheating on him with the brother that he hates so much?” Sae chuckled bitterly on your ear. “You’re so pathetic, Y/N. Letting me touch you because Rin abandoned you? What a joke.” You heard him chuckle again before he bit your earlobe, making you whimper.

“Don’t—don’t say that,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Oh, shut up. You know damn well what you’re doing. I’m just here ‘cause you asked for my help.”

Before you could say anything, Sae started going down on you, leveling his face to your pussy. It was as if your hands had a mind of their own, quickly removing your skirt that fell down to the floor. Needless to say, Sae was very amused with how desperate you are for him, almost unaware that you already have a swee boyfriend which happend to be his little brother.

Sae halted you from removing your panties since he was the one to slowly, almost agonizingly slow, to remove it. Once he finally did, a smirk can be seen plastered on his face as he stares eye-level at your glistening cunt. Sae didn't hesitate to hold one of your thighs and placed it on top of his shoulder. You looked down at him with half-lidded eyes and your chest moving up and down in a rapid pace due to your heavy breathing.

“Sae, please… don’t tell Rin,” you mumbled.

He scoffed. “Don’t worry. I’ll let him find out on his own.”

With that, Sae started to shower your thighs with kisses and bites, taking his time to make his way to your folds. Your thoughts of Rin and your crumbling relationship was pushed out of your mind, for you were too consumed by Sae’s intoxicating kisses that made you forget how heartbroken you are because of yours and Rin’s relationship. Your mind was clouded with lust, desire, and temptation that were too strong for you to be in your right mind again. Your mind is filled with thoughts of Sae; thoughts of him kissing you, touching you, and making you feel so good.

You felt Sae’s kisses started traveling all the way up until his lips were so close to your slit. Sae stuck out his tongue, making contact with your pussy before licking your slit so slowly, making you whimper and couldn’t help but grip his hair. His slow licks started becoming more and more sloppy and aggressive, until you can feel the bridge of his nose touching your clit, which made you squirm.

“Mmm…” you moaned under your breath as Sae took his time, slowly gliding his tongue along your wet folds. The pleasure coursed through your veins, making your entire body so hot and aroused. Your eyes are tightly closed as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure that Sae was giving you.

“Fuck… so this is what Rin’s been having, huh?” Sae scoffed at the idea of his little brother eating you out, which made his mood grow dark.

The sudden shift of Sae’s mood has you moaning your lungs out as he continued to lap your pussy. Squelching and slurping noise echoed through the hallway, accompanied by your whanton moans. You tried your best to stand up on one of your feet since the other was on Sae’s shoulder. You yelped when he suddenly threw your other leg up, making both of your legs resting on his shoulder as Sae continued to lap your cunt.

“Oh, god. Sae…” you cursed under your breath. The grip of your fingers on Sae’s hair became tighter as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. Your heavy breaths and your toes curling as well as your body shaking was an indication for Sae that you were close. Instead of making you cum on his mouth, he stopped and pulled away.

“No, no, no. I was so close, Sae!” you whined.

“And why the fuck should I give you the privilege to cum on my mouth?” he scoffed, “you’re still Rin’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

With that, Sae lets go of your legs before standing up. He looked at you one last time before turning his back on you to go to the kitchen. You left dumbfounded as you recall what just happened. Itoshi Sae, your boyfriend’s brother, just edged you after cumming to the thought of you. You swear, these Itoshi brothers are assholes.

Sae raised an eyebrow when he saw you, still dumbfounded in the hallway with your skirt and panties off.

“What, you’re regretting what you did now?”

“Why would I?” you answered. “I don’t give a fuck about Rin or our relationship right now, Sae. You started this so you might as well finish it.”

Sae’s eyes widen at your words before chuckling in a bitter manner. The next thing you know, your lips are against his again and both of you are making your way in his bedroom, not thinking one single thought about your boyfriend.

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Jujutsu Kaisen men + Twitter Links

All links are nsfw!

A/n saw alot of people doing this so i wanted to try it :3

Toji Fushiguro

How he eats your cunt

Making out with him in the elevator

Something he’d do

Pounding you in public

How he fingers you

Fucking you dumb

Satoru Gojo

Morning sex

Him stuffing his finger in your ass <3

Him pounding you rough

You two fucking in a plane and getting caught

Grinding on him while he's tired

Fucking your tight little asshole

Playing with you on his thigh

Choso kamo

Rubbing his cock on your cunt

Fucking you like this

Eating your ass while rubbing your cunt

Fingering you

Creaming on his cock

Fucking your boobs

Nanami Kento

Made another one just for Nanami click here <3

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fushigowo · 7 months

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QUICKIE ISSUE #1: GOJO SATORU

cw: semi-public sex, dom!satoru, f!sub!reader, fingering, exhibitionism, squirting, begging, muffled moans

You knew it would lead to this.

When your boyfriend offered to help you zip the dress that you were trying on in the fitting room, you knew that Satoru had other intentions in his mind. But you didn’t expect for him to be this hard when he came in small, closed room with you.

The dress you were trying on was now discarded on the floor, along with your panties and your bra is pushed up to show your hard nipples being teased and played by your mean boyfriend. You were facing the floor mirror while Satoru is behind you. His face his buried on your neck as he leaves kisses and bites on your skin while his hand is playing with your sensitive clit, making you tremble at your feet. Satoru didn’t even bother covering your mouth and just let you bite your lips to stop yourself from releasing loud moans, which clearly bothered the shit out of your boyfriend as he loves it whenever you’re being vocal.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Lemme hear your pretty moans.” His fingers continued to rub your sensitive clit but that didn’t seem to satisfy him as he inserts two fingers inside your folds, making you immediately cover your mouth.

You’ve done this so many times with your boyfriend and yet the size and length of his fingers still manages to surprise you. This Gojo Satoru we’re talking about; everything about him is big.

“S-shit… ‘Toru—Mmph!” you couldn’t but release your whimpers, making you bite your lips and cover your mouth as well when Satoru plunges his fingers in and out of you in a fast pace, creating loud, squelching noises because of the wetness of your pussy.

Your back started to arch even more when Satoru’s fingers touches your sensitive spot that made you squirm against him. He was playing with you so good that you started to see stars as he plays with your cunt.

“Yeah? Right there, sweetie?” he chuckles before forcefully removing your hands from your mouth. Satoru tilted your head and kissed you deeply, muffling your moans as he continues fingering you in a fast pace, still hitting your sensitive spot. You moaned against Satoru’s mouth, but when he pulled away, he just looked at you in your teary eyes with a wicked smile on his face. Oh, he was clearly enjoy this.

“Your legs are trembling. You close?” he asked.

You nodded, unable to form the words.

“Use your words.”

“Mmm… y-yes… I’m close, ‘Toru.” you cried.

“What are you gonna say?”

“Please… make me cum, p-please?”

“Such a good girl.” he smiled before kissing your forehead.

Your whole body—especially your legs—were trembling as you feel yourself getting so close to cumming. You didn’t care if people are gonna hear you from outside of the room. You didn’t care if the queue was starting to get pissed because of how long you’re taking. You just wanted to cum on your boyfriend’s fingers.

Satoru’s fingers became even more faster than it was earlier. His other hand traveled down your sensitive clit, rubbing circles all over. Your hands immediately covered your mouth, realizing that Satoru had the intention to make you cum hard.

“Mmph! Nghhh! ‘Toru…” you couldn’t help but still moan under your hands.

Your legs were trembling so bad and you can already feel yourself getting close. A weird sensation started to consume you when Satoru rapidly rubs his fingers on your sensitive clit. It was enough to make you muffle a loud moan, making you squirt on the mirror in front of you. Satoru chuckles against your ear as his fingers still rubs your clit, letting you prolong yourself to squirt all over the mirror.

“Fuck, you made a mess, sweetheart.”

“Y-your fault, you asshole.” you whined.

Satoru puts you down on the single chair in the room. He rummaged inside your bag to get some wipes and started to wipe your sweat. He started to dress you up as well; putting your panties, telling you to put your arms up so he can put your shirt back, asking you to lift your hips and put on your skirt, and wiped the mirror clean again. Satoru offered to let you ride on his back so you don’t have to walk all trembly.

As soon as the two of you got out, you noticed that people are still minding their business. Some were suspicious, some were oblivious, and some were dumbfounded. When Satoru came across a saleslady who obviously knew what happened, he told her one thing:

“We’ll get everything in that room.”

Needless to say, Satoru paid for everything.

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fushigowo · 10 months

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just finished watching the first ep of jjk season 2 and i've never licked my screen so fast when toji popped up😩

#ren.rambles🍒

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fushigowo · 10 months

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“I can fix her” but this is her:

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fushigowo · 11 months

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omg omg oMG i would looveeee to read that especially w devil dazai 🛐😩

𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍 | 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

╰┈➤ devil!sukuna x angel!reader

╰┈➤ synopsis: it’s forbidden for angels to give in to lust and temptation. yet you were willing to break those rules to profess your love for a devil. what your dearest love can also be your dearest sin.

╰┈➤ warnings: religious themes, suggestive themes, profanity, objectification, voyeurism, corruption kink, manipulation, degrading language, mean to soft sukuna, lovesick sukuna, fluff (??), passionate sukuna, no smut yet but it will come in the next part, it only involves the plot for now :>

╰┈➤ a/n: thank youu all so muchh for the reblogs, comments, and likes/notes i’ve been getting from the previous fics i’ve posted!! it really gives me motivation knowing that ppl here like what i write :'> i’ll try to write and post as much as i can!! y’all are the best <3 also, i’m thinking of making a taglist so if anyone wanna join, just ask me or send me a message!! :> i can’t believe this took me two weeks to finish (⊙_◎)

╰┈➤ PART I ➸ PART II

Ryōmen Sukuna loathes your existence.

The odd thing about this is that angels are not supposed to feel hatred, especially for fellow angels. Yet here he is, trying to control his emotions despite it being stronger than him to fight. Ryōmen Sukuna tells himself that you are the problem for creating such hatred in him. Well, not just hatred. He knows it’s not just hatred but lust, temptation, and the feeling of corruption creeping through his immortal being.

And it’s all your fault.

His downfall is your fault and he’d make you pay for it. Even it takes him to become one with hell, he’ll make you pay for it.

Heaven might be a paradise yet the forest is your safe haven. The rustling of the leaves and branches made by the chilly breeze of the spring forest along with the gaps of sunlight from the trees and bubbling streams has become your favorite music that nature could ever create. With your care and frequent visit, life in this forest has been filled with nothing but peace.

However, peace doesn’t even begin to explain how much you consider this forest as a paradise more than Heaven because of him.

The man with light pink hair and a bright smile that could light up the entire woods, even Hell itself could be lit up by the charming smile of your mortal friend. Though your kind is not supposed to associate themselves with mortal beings, you couldn’t help but befriend this special one.

Every time you went to the forest, he’d be there to greet you with a warm smile that could make the flowers bloom in the middle of winter, as if it’s springtime once again. You never had a friend like him back in Heaven and it’s making you think about how mortals should be considered as angels because of how gentle and good they are. Well, you didn’t think of it much when your friend, Yuuji, told you about other mortals being… evil and he didn’t even bother sugarcoating it.

Yuuji told you the evilness of mortals to be rather descriptive than necessary. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and that was the first time you saw him become so serious when talking about something.

There is no evil without the existence of humanity, he says in the most grim way possible that sent shivers down your spine and angel wings. Then, his face went from serious to being cheery once again.

Sometimes you wonder what kind of bad side Yuuji has. Despite being a pure and holy being from Heaven, you know that humans aren’t pure in their own ways. They are good but also not, they are bad but also not. They are beings who balance both good and bad, light and darkness, and you think it’s a rather good thing for them to balance two aspects of life. However, when it comes to dying, there are no places for both evil and good. There are only Heaven and Hell. If one can repent from their sins or pass judgment from God, they can enter the gates of Heaven where paradise finally awaits. You don’t have much knowledge when it comes to Hell and you don’t want to know about it. You are a child of God; one who does not associate with the idea of Hell or the devil.

Despite Yuuji’s warm personality, he had made you realize things about mortals. He told you that some mortals do things for their own interests, which often results to selfishness; he told you that most mortals are corrupt in some ways; and he even told you that there are mortals that don’t even believe there is a God. At first you think Yuuji was saying a bunch of absurdity yet he is not the type of person who jokes about this stuff. He doesn’t find it amusing every time he talks about the impurity of mortals. It is only God who watches everything from above. Angels only guide souls to their journey to the afterlife and to Heaven. God is the only one who can judge and yet you’re starting to think that no human could ever be so pure to enter the gates of Heaven.

“Y/N! Look!” Yuuji calls out.

“What is it?” you ask as you hide behind the bushes with him.

“It’s a stag,” he replies like his eyes are sparkling. “It’s so pretty!”

You flash the man a smile to agree with his statement.

The two of you adores the scenery of the forest being enchanting as ever. With the sunlight radiating the woods through the gaps of leaves from the trees and the sounds of streams echoing around the tranquil landscape, it made you think about how romantic the scene is around you and Yuuji. Whenever Yuuji smiles, you can’t help but compare his beauty to the first bloom of snowdrops in spring; how a single change can make a scenery so majestic.

You chuckle at yourself, thinking that you don’t make sense every time you think about Yuuji.

Perhaps humans don’t make sense when they are in love. The only problem is… I’m no human.

You couldn’t recall how long you and Yuuji had been spending time together. Time flies by so fast that you had lost count. It’s out of your mind right now since whenever you try to remember the first time you and Yuuji had met in the forest, your thoughts would always be filled with Yuuji and it’s him alone that you could think of.

However, your feelings for Yuuji is unacceptable. The both of you are from different worlds; for you are a spirit from Heaven and he is a mortal from Earth. As much as you want to confess your deep emotions for him, you can’t bring yourself to do such absurdity. You don’t even know if Yuuji would reciprocate your feelings. If he did reject you, he would do it in the nicest way possible. But you can’t shrug off the feeling of pain stinging inside your chest at only the thought of Yuuji rejecting your feelings for him. The only thing you could do right now is to repress your emotions until you are ready to confess your feelings for him.

Yuuji is the warmest person you’ve ever met, that he could be compared to the first glimpse of sunlight at a new day. Of course, if he rejected you, it would break your heart into bits until your soul is full of darkness and the world from your point of view would become so bleak.

Itadori Yuuji would be your biggest heartbreak.

Ryōmen Sukuna thinks you’re so easy.

Itadori Yuuji is a persona or a façade made solely for you in order to have you in Sukuna’s grasp. It sickens him how he has to act all warm and lively towards someone like you and yet he thinks it’s not for naught. Sukuna can notice your infatuated state towards him and he thinks of how amusing you are when you’re trying your best to make Yuuji think that you’re pretty. Despite Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna being two different personas, they both share the same minds. They both think of how easy you can be corrupted; how easy you are as a target for demons; and how guillable and naïve you are.

How pathetic can she be to be easily swayed by words full of lies.

The devil is the embodiment of every evil thing and the nemesis of good and virtue. Of course, he knows to himself that he is not keeping you company because he likes you. Sukuna finds the idea of falling in love with your kind disgusting and depraved. One of the reasons why he wanted to fall is to corrupt angels as well as mortals because he seeks the thrill and fun of ruining someone so he can devour their soul and pull them to the depths of Hell where a painful eternity awaits.

Now that Sukuna finally made you fall for him, it can be easy for him to manipulate you by acting as if he wants to have a relationship with you; a forbidden affair that Heaven and God forbids. If you are willing to break those rules just by being with your mortal love, then you can easily be tempted to commit a sin so that he can corrupt you and finally devour your impure soul, just as he always wanted.

If he wanted to corrupt your soul, he first must tempt you to give in; break your heart and leave you; and if you’re foolish enough to beg for him to come back to you, then you’ll fully be in his grasp.

Now, Sukuna finds himself in the forest with your company. But he’s not Sukuna—he’s playing as Itadori Yuuji, a man so warm and so pleasant that even if he breaks your heart, you can’t bring yourself to hate him.

“Why do you like flowers so much?” he asks.

“Because each one of them has their own meanings. The language of flowers are something I find interesting,” you reply and hands him a daffodil. “Daffodils means honesty and truth; Tulip means irresistible love. If I had the chance to live another life, I would tend to many flowers as much as I can.”

“Here,” you say as you hand him a gardenia flower.

“What does this mean?” Yuuji asks.

Sukuna is also wondering what the flower you gave him means.

“It’s a secret,” you smile, which made Sukuna raise an eyebrow at the sudden nervousness he felt as he witness your sweet smile.

The devil curses to himself, wondering what the flower and the sudden nervousness mean. However, he shrugs the thought of your damn flowers and their damn meanings and the nervousness and rapid race of his heartbeat. He doesn’t have to think about unnecessary things such as this. He doesn’t have to stress himself out because of you. He wants your soul and he’s so close to getting it. He just needs you to give in to him and to temptation.

As soon as you’re about to stand up, Yuuji catches your arm and your gaze turn to him. The man didn’t utter a word yet the longing gaze in his eyes already tell a thousand words and you wanted him to say all of it.

“Yuuji,” you whisper.

“Y/N,” he whispers back.

“Your eyes are pretty.”

“Will you kiss it for me?”

Yuuji pulls you closer towards him, foreheads almost touching as he cages you in his warm embrace. The both of you are staring deeply into each other’s eyes as if you and him are the only ones existing in this world, nothing else matters but this moment between the two of you. You stand on your toes to reach Yuuji’s eyes, pressing your soft and tender lips on one of his closed eyes and fluttering it open to meet yours. Yuuji gives you smile before leaning down to kiss your forehead and cage you in his arms.

This moment; this one single moment when you feel like Heaven is nothing compared to feeling Yuuji’s kiss will soon be ruined as Sukuna grins to himself in a vile manner.

Yuuji drags his fingers under your chin, allowing you to look up at him before he gently presses his lips on yours. His kiss is so passionate as if he’s touching a delicate flower, pressing his fingers so softly and afraid of ruining its lovely petals. That’s how Yuuji cups your cheeks as he deepens the kiss between the two of you. Your hands travel up to hug him around his neck.

“Y/N,” he whispers in between your lips. “Meet me under his tree later evening. Will you be here?”

“I will, my love,” you smile.

Later that night, you travel back to the forest during the bright, full moon. You let yourself bask under the moonlight without any care for the world around you; for the only one you have in your mind right now is the presence of your mortal love, Yuuji.

As your feet take you deeper and deeper in the forest to your usual spot, your ears twitch when you hear sounds coming from the willow tree. It was not a common sound that can be heard in forests. Despite the crickets and howls hooting in the distance along with the gushing of the wind and bubbling streams, you can clearly hear the peculiar sounds coming from the willow tree.

There, your eyes widen when you meet an unsettling gaze of lust and debauchery that was rather new and unfamiliar to your angelic being. The rawness of the imagery has your body stunned and your throat dry. The odd feeling in your body has sent fire that courses through your immortal blood, building a tingly sensation down your crotch that had you rubbing your legs together as you lock your gaze on the sinful view in front of your own pure eyes.

What’s even compelling is that it is your mortal love, Yuuji, who’s kissing an unknown maiden, which made your soul and heart ache inside your chest. Only, the more you stare at the impure sight in front of you, the more you notice something out of the ordinary.

He has a mortal woman in his embrace, kissing her sinful lips so passionately as his hands wander around every curves of her body, including the same part where you felt something tingly. That was not even the sight that had you feel so odd. It was the sight of him caging the woman in his arms so tight as he pounds himself into her, which explains the noises that had you curious.

It’s not Yuuji. The way his hands travel around the curves of the woman’s body; the way he kisses her; the way he makes a grin; it’s not him.

“Sukuna…” The woman mumbles.

Sukuna…

You heard that name before and yet your mind can’t seem to pull itself together now that you’re feeling such an unfamiliar thing coursing through your veins. You try your best to remember where you heard that name before but now you’re sure that it’s not Yuuji. You didn’t know whether it would be a relief for you.

You know it’s not Yuuji yet why does the scene makes you feel like your body is heating up?

Your lips part as you gulp. Your heavy breaths has you questioning your own body as you can’t seem to turn your gaze away from the lustful sight. Your vision is locked on Sukuna as he kisses the woman in the most passionate yet lustful way you’ve ever seen. His eyes are closed yet you can clearly point out how he memorized the body of the woman in his embrace.

Through the luminescence of the moonlight basking the sight from above, you descry Sukuna’s eyes open as you keep your gaze on him, attempting to ignore the woman in his arms. Sukuna’s eyes are open and yet his lips are still sealed on hers. With your attention being so caught up by the sinful sight in front of you, you are not in the right mind to hide and take your glance away. It was a shameful feeling for you as soon as Sukuna’s gaze met yours, his lips still kissing the woman and you swore, you swore you had seen his lips create a taunting smile as he kept his eyes on yours despite making out with another woman.

As soon as you realize what you had done, you immediately take off your gaze from the man and hide behind the tree, scolding and trying to repent from the sin that you’ve committed and yet your body knows what you’re truly feeling. The trembling of your lips and the needy feeling from below is out of your control.

Why is this man making you feel like this? He’s not Yuuji, yet their appearance are so similar to each other. But the way he touches her, it’s really not Yuuji.

Still, you have to repent from watching the lustful sight before you.

Repent. Repent. Forgive me, God, for I have sinned. I come to you in humility and sorrow, aware of my wrongdoing, and prepared to turn from it. Lord, I have sinned against you—

“Give yourself to me,” Sukuna mumbles but was enough to create an echo through your ears. “Tell me you’re mine… body, mind, and soul.”

Your prayers were suddenly halted by Sukuna’s demonic voice calling out to you.

It was a battle between virtue and vice in your own immortal being, unaware that the wickedness is overwhelming the righteousness. The quivering of your legs and the unfamiliar feeling between them has your hands traveling down your crotch and shutting your thighs tight in hopes of stopping the presence of lust in your pure and holy body. Your trembling breath and the rapid movement of your chest heaving up and down has you whimpering because of how sinful your body is reacting.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Sukuna mumbles. “Your body, your mind, your soul, you’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours, Sukuna. Body, mind, and soul…”

You and the maiden in his embrace had both exclaimed in unison. Well, the maiden did exclaimed but not you. You whisper those words so quietly under your breath that you were unaware of what you had mumbled. It was the maiden’s voice that echoed throughout the area of the forest and yet it was your voice that echoed in Sukuna’s ears. It was as loud as the beating of his heart.

Sukuna smiles at the maiden in his arms that he just corrupted. Now, he’s going to devour her soul and make her suffer in Hell, where all sinners are punished for their sins.

“A painful eternity awaits for you, you filthy sinner,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen once you realize what you had done. Not only that you gave yourself into lust and temptation, but you also feel as if you’re being unfaithful to Yuuji after how your body reacted to another man—Sukuna.

You don’t even know this man and yet the way your body reacted to him was full of lust.

Even if you try recalling where you heard Sukuna’s name before, the guilt and regret had froze your mind from thinking. The only thing you could do now is to fly away from the lustful sight yet you couldn’t go back to Heaven anymore after knowing that you had sinned against God.

What have I done? What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?

When you are certain that you’re finally far from the scene, you rest yourself on the fallen tree near the lake that reflects the moonlight from above. You cannot seem to fly with a chaotic state of mind. Your wings are a gift from God and you can’t use it after knowing that you have sinned against Him. You cannot go back to Heaven, but God is watching from above, knowing your every little move. Seraphim angels will come looking for you. Those are the angel who are closer to God and much more powerful than your ranking. Even if you run away, they will come looking for you, a filthy sinner who will fall from Heaven sooner.

“Sinner. You filthy sinner. You have become the one thing that you swore you will not be and gave your soul into lust and temptation. The devil will devour you and drag you down to the depths of Hell, keeping you in eternal agony.”

A demonic voice surrounded your very being. It was different. The distorted voice of possibly hundred evil spirits surrounding you has you gripping your hair that your nails dig into your scalp as an attempt to stop the voices echoing in your ears. There is laughing, screaming, and crying all at the same time that made you cry out in pain yet every time you give in, the louder the voices get in your head. However, the voices were just a start when you suddenly feel sharp talons grazing the skin of your neck, making you look up at the pitch black skies with little to no stars, begging for the Lord to save you from these demons. Then again, God has no obligation to save you anymore, now that you have sinned. Not unless you repent.

Your only option is to repent so you get down on your knees. The dirt of the soil clings onto your knees and made a mess on your dress yet you couldn’t care less. You clasp your hands together and start praying.

“Dear Heavenly and All-Powerful God, I come to you in humility and sorrow, aware of my wrongdoing, and prepared to turn from it. Lord, I have sinned against you; please pardon me—”

Your prayers were stopped when you feel stinging pain on your entire back that quite possibly came from your wings that are now bleeding. The blood from your white wings cascaded down the soil of the earth and as soon as it dropped on the ground, a red smoke appeared as it waters the soil. You feel as if you’re carrying a heavy load on your back that your face is almost kissing the ground beneath you. Despite the pain and the demons surrounding you, you keep praying.

“Purify me, wash away my sin, and aid in my repentance. Instead, guide me to follow your path so I can leave behind my old life and begin a new one in you,” you cry.

Just when you are about to finish your prayer, you feel a pair of strong arms pull you in an embrace, burying your face on his clothing. From behind, you hear the cracking sound of the earth, followed by the shrieking, screaming, and crying in an agonizing pain of millions of people, pleading to set them free from the conflagration of Hell.

You didn’t dare look at the horrid sight behind you. Instead, you keep your face buried in the face of your savior.

The heavy weight from your back slowly lifts up when you sense something being dragged back to the gates of Hell. Then, the voices, the screaming, the shrieking, the crying, the sound of sizzling fire, everything disappeared. The silence and the sounds of nature at night only fill the atmosphere.

When you finally had the courage to look up, you see your lover’s gaze staring down at your teary eyes.

“Yuuji,” you mumble in a quivering voice. “I’m so scared.”

“Yuuji? I knew you were naïve but I did not think you were this foolish.”

His voice is different from Yuuji’s. It’s deeper and… sinister. It’s the opposite of the reason why you fell in love with him in the first place and you refuse to believe that the man whose arms are wrapped around you isn’t Itadori Yuuji.

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“Itadori Yuuji,” he says, “is a persona or a façade, rather. You… really fell for it, didn’t you, child of God?” he chuckles before shoving you off the ground. His towering gaze shadowed you as the luminescence of the moonlight made his sinister expression clear.

“Then who are you?” you ask with your quivering voice, trying to stop yourself from bursting into tears. “If you’re not Yuuji, then who are you?”

“Huh… so you don’t recall?” Sukuna crouches down to meet your gaze.

The black marks on his face are even more noticeable now. It’s something that Yuuji doesn’t have.

Hot tears slowly cascade down your cheeks when you realize that the entire time… the entire time you were with Yuuji, you were played by this man all along. What means so much to you is nothing to him. You’re not crying over the fact that this man in front of you made you sin against God; you’re crying about the fact that your love wasn’t returned. What your first love is also your first heartbreak and it hurts as much as burning in Hell.

“Hundred years ago,” he says, “an angel fell from Heaven because he let his sins consume him. He gave in to lust and temptation. Hundred years after, that angel is now the devil ruling Hell.”

You remember now. Ryōmen Sukuna was once favored by God; the strongest amongst angels but was corrupted and gave in to his sins. He did not repent nor atone for it. Instead, he let God condemn him in Hell. Now, he’s the one ruling it.

“Sukuna…” you mumble. “Ryōmen Sukuna. You’re him. Why must you toy with me?” you gather up the courage to ask.

“Because it’s amusing,” he replies.

You try to stand up but the man grips your neck so suddenly that you gasped in his grasp. Sukuna is so strong that he lifts your entire body with one hand wrapped around you neck that you feet aren’t touching the ground anymore.

“Don’t even dare run away,” he whispers. “You don’t have anyone now except for demons hunting you. You cannot go back to that Heaven of yours either, knowing that you’ve sinned against your so-called God. I am the only one you have, sinner.”

With that, he lets go of your neck, letting yourself fall on the concrete. You cough as you try to catch your breath. Sukuna stands before you with a sinister grin on his face.

“Why didn’t you let that demon drag me to Hell?” you ask.

It took him a moment to answer.

“Because I'm the only creature from Hell who can devour your soul. No other being can take you away from me. Just as you said, you're all mine; body, mind, and soul.”

Ryōmen Sukuna cannot fathom his own feelings. The mixture of thrill, uneasiness, regret, lust, and bliss creates an unknown feelings within his immortal being. He cannot comprehend why he would feel such mix emotions. His mind does not have the capability to reminisce his memories from the last time he had felt something like this.

It has been days since you’ve committed a sin and until now, you have not yet repent. Truth be told, it flew out of your mind. You had been thinking how things would change if you fall from Heaven and it hasn’t bothered you. It was as if you are making peace with the idea that you will become a fallen angel, a demon alongside Sukuna.

On the other hand, the devil remained himself by your side until he decides to finally devour your soul and drag you down to his domain, Hell. His reason being that he doesn’t want any other demon or angel to take your soul from him, as he said.

Now, you are currently tending to your plants in the forest as if you had not sinned. The situation with Yuuji still makes your heart ache and even though Sukuna finally admits that Yuuji is someone who will lure you in his grasp, at the back of your mind, you still want him to act like Yuuji; you still want him to hold you like how Yuuji does; you still want him to kiss you like Yuuji once did.

“Sukuna! Look! The daffodils look wonderful in this season!” you smile at him as if he is not the devil from Hell and you’re not about to fall from Heaven. It’s the least of your worries now that you’re tending to plants.

“Brat, you still don’t understand that these things die if I step foot on it.” Sukuna frowns at you.

“Oh, of course,” you chuckle awkwardly before holding the hem of your dress and standing up. You run towards him with a bunch of daffodils on your hand and show it to him. “See how bright they are? They’re so yellow, aren’t they?” you smile.

Sukuna looks down on the flowers in your hands before looking at you in a confused manner.

“How come you’re still acting so childish even after all that has happened and after all that is happening?” Sukuna raises his voice, which made you look at him. “Demons and angels are out to get you and your God is going to punish you yet you’re here, showing the devil a bunch of flowers? How foolish can you be?” This time he yells at you and you couldn’t help but take a step back.

“I…” you whisper, “I am frightened about these recent events, Sukuna. I just can’t show it around you or… anyone. It makes my being vulnerable and it means I am an easy target for you or others.”

“Idiot,” Sukuna mumbles and flicks your forehead. His fingers travels down under your chin and forces your head to look up at him, which you did without any hesitation. “You need not to be scared around other creatures, fool. The only one who you should be scared of is the devil himself. Anyone who tries to lay even a finger on you is dead to me.”

“I am scared of you,” you say, “but I have no one else and I don’t know where to go. Like you said, you are the only one I have now. I am just occupying my mind from all these events but I am really scared.”

Then act like you are, damn it!

“Sukuna, I’m—ack!” you yelp when his callous hand suddenly wraps around your neck that you are now pinned against the tree and he’s using a little amount of strength to lift you off the ground, your feet not touching the concrete anymore.

“You trust the devil so easily. Your foolishness is going to get you killed,” he says, his red irises are glowing with anger as he stare into your terrified ones. “I told you that I am the only one you have… and yet, you are not doing anything about it. Are you easily going to give up? Let the devil and demons to devour you? Are you not going to repent? Or is there still hope in you that I will act like Itadori Yuuji again? If so, there’s no use keeping you around.”

The grip around your neck tightens as you cry and gasp for air that your mind is slowly turning blank, you didn’t notice how the earth suddenly shook and the ground below you cracked wide open, showing the conflagration of Hell from below where millions of hands are trying to drag you down with them. The shrieks and cries fills your ears that you couldn’t even cover your it since your hands are trying to loosen Sukuna’s grip.

When Sukuna finally sees your eyes full of fear with hot tears steaming down your eyes, his grip suddenly loosens, making him shut the gates of Hell again and lets go of your neck. You cough as Sukuna keeps you caged around his arms.

You are so terrified that your chest is raising up and down in a rapid pace to catch your breath because of your is beating so fast as if you had ran an entire marathon. The hot tears continue to cascade down your cheeks and as much as you want to run away from Sukuna, he keeps you caged in his arms until he suddenly rests his head on your shoulder, chuckling in a bitter way that sent shivers down your spine.

“You are the reason why I sinned,” he says. “You are the reason why I’m like this, but I don’t know if I should blame you for it. You shaped the hatred in me as well as lust and temptation, and I hated you for it. Until now, I still blame you, that’s why I’m trying to drag you down with me.”

Back when Sukuna was still an angel from the Heavens, you caught his eyes, his attention, his soul, you are the bane of his existence as an angel. You shaped the hatred in him as well as the lust and temptation that shouldn’t even exist in an angel in the first place. But he let these sins consume him, he didn’t dare to fight it because there is no way he’s going to win against feelings that he cannot control. Sukuna let himself fall to sin, which is why he was damned. He wanted to corrupt you; to see you so ruined because of him. He likes the idea of corrupting you into someone that he can claim as his. When you’re finally corrupted, your God will condemn you to Hell and you’ll become like him. You’ll become someone who Sukuna wants you to be; a fallen angel, a demon that he can finally call his. Never will he associate himself with your angelic form.

From the very beginning since he was an angel, Sukuna sees you as an object of his desires. He cannot deny that, yet he has no romantic or deep feelings towards you, which is why he let himself lust over you. You are the reason for his sins; the reason why he fell and he let himself. He was going to make you feel the same way. Now, he doesn’t know if he will.

“Even as a devil, you are still the bane of my existence,” he whispers.

“Sukuna,” you mumble. “Don’t you dare blame me for the sins you’ve committed. You gave in to temptation, so why should I be blamed?”

The sudden confession of Sukuna’s reason why he fell was shocking for your mind to fully function. You did not know how to react or what emotions you should show but when you heard it, it feels as if the your entire body became frozen that even if your thoughts cannot function properly. Until then, you distanced yourself from the devil and fortunately, he hasn’t shown his face to you yet.

Despite not seeing Sukuna’s physical being, you can still feel his presence surrounding you and there aren’t any demons hunting you yet. Of course, you had no second thought about thinking that Sukuna is still looking over you. You realized he’s keeping you safe from other demons yet that is not enough reason for you to make peace with him.

The more you spend some alone time, the more your thoughts keep flooding inside your mind. You thought about many things, especially about Sukuna and the sin you have committed that night. What Sukuna did wrong is that he tricked you by putting on a lovely façade that you once loved in order to keep you in his grasp. The more you think, that’s all there is about what Sukuna had done to you before you committed a sin. What you did wrong is that you were the one who gave in to lust and temptation. Perhaps Sukuna was not intending to corrupt you by making you watch him have intercourse with another woman. He did not force you to watch and you were the one who engaged into a sinful doing.

Your sins are your own fault, and you learned to accept it.

“Sukuna,” you call out.

After a few moments, the glimpse of ashes and smoke catches your attention and the grass and leaves surrounding the thick, black smoke had become withered and the life slowly descended out of it. As the smoke lifts up, a tall figure with pink hair spiked hair and with unique markings on his forehead, nose, cheeks. He wears a light-colored kimono with black edge, black scarf, and black shoes.

“You finally called for my presence,” he mumbles as he stares down at you. “Watching you tend to your awful plants all day long are rather boring, if I’m being honest.”

Lies. He enjoys watching you care for plants.

You didn’t bother answering. Your gaze travels down to the path that he walked on, seeing the dead grass and flowers that disturbed the beauty of the forest. “You’ve killed the path that you’ve set foot on.”

“I care little about it,” he says before letting himself vanish in black smoke then appears on top of a branch of an old willow tree behind you.

You and Sukuna are the complete opposite, obviously. With you being an angel, a kin of the Heavens, you have the ability to bring life back to the dead yet not when it comes to mortals whose time as finally come and accompany souls to the afterlife. On the other hand, Sukuna is the devil of Hell, who was once an angel who fell from the Heavens. Whatever path he walks on, death and chaos set in. It’s always been an obligation for angels to overwhelm demons but none seems to be powerful enough for the devil, for Sukuna, except God himself.

After bringing the grass and flowers back to life, you face him.

“Sukuna,” you say. “Your actions when you pretended to be someone you’re not—when you pretended to be Itadori Yuuji—is something that I cannot bring myself to forgive. You are the one to blame for your own sins and I am to blame for mine.”

“Stop saying such nonsense and get to the point,” he scoffs. “Did you really think I feel bad about pretending to be someone I am not? I am the devil. Such action is not worth regretting for.”

“Itadori Yuuji,” you mumble, “was once a part of you. You were an angel and I can’t help but think that his personality was once yours before you fell. Sukuna, it will not hurt to bring those two together and balance each other out.”

“What are you muttering about?” Sukuna asks in an annoyed manner with his eyebrows furrowed. “Itadori Yuuji is gone. That bastard was nothing but a weakling and a follower of a so-called God. There is no balance in Heaven and Hell, fool. There can only be good and evil.”

“And yet we are not in Heaven or in Hell,” you say. “We are in the world of mortals, where everything, including good and evil, are balanced. Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna are two different souls. So, if we are to stay here in the world of mortals, you must merge them together and create balance between them.”

“Why should I take orders from a naïve angel such as you? You know nothing about this vile world and yet you say such things as if merging Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna together will create balance. What nonsense.”

“Oh, but, Sukuna, you were the one who told me about the reality of this world in the form of Itadori Yuuji,” you smile.

Sukuna scoffs before turning his back against you.

He hates how right you were.

IN THE MEANTIME, you and Sukuna learn how to get along with each other. It was easier for you yet he keeps testing your patience. Every time you would ramble about something—usually about flowers—he would brush you off and would make mean comments and order you to stop rambling and give the both of you a moment of silence. Sometimes, you wonder how good of an actor he was when he pulled of acting as Itadori Yuuji.

At night, you would lay on the rough grass surrounded by flowers in the forest where the moonlight can be easily seen. As you lay asleep, Sukuna would remain awake and keep guard about demons and other creatures coming for you. Sometimes, his glimpse would suddenly catch your sleeping face and he couldn’t help but stare at how peaceful you look.

“Sukuna!” you call out in a laughing manner. “I found a lake! The water is so warm!” you cheer.

He hates how childish you are but you told him you were only trying to have fun.

“The water is so fucking dirty,” he replies.

“Because it’s a lake,” you laugh when the water is now on the level of your knees as you hold your dress up so it won’t get soaked. “I don’t remember feeling this thrilled back when I was in Heaven—Sukuna! You are completely missing this!” you run towards him, splashing the water around you which soaked your dress but you paid no attention to it.

You try to drag Sukuna to join you in the lake by clinging onto his arm and pulling him to you but the devil tried his best to resist, which resulted to the both of you falling down the shallow part of the lake, soaking the both of you. Sukuna was pretty much angry at you to this point but you just laughed at his reaction.

The devil didn’t know whether he’d be pissed or… relieved that he finally saw a glimpse of your smile and laughter again after avoiding him for what felt like a hundred years for him.

It’s the same smile you show to Itadori Yuuji.

After drying yourselves off, you tend to your flowers again. This time, you tell Sukuna to keep you company despite being the grass and the flowers withering and decaying underneath his feet. He refused at first, of course, and his reason being that the plants wither and die if he steps foot.

“It’s alright, Sukuna,” you smile. “I enjoy watching them wither away.”

“What does this mean again?” he asks, holding a withered daisy flower in his hand.

Sukuna is sitting with his legs crossed and one elbow on top of his thigh, his hand cupping his chin in a bored manner. However, his ears and thoughts are focused on every word you are saying as if your voice is the only thing occupying your mind despite the sounds of the forest surrounding you. It’s quite odd for Sukuna to listen attentively to your words. He keeps telling himself that he cares little about the things you ramble about, but his mind, soul, and heart knows otherwise.

“Innocence, loyal love, purity,” you take the flower from his hand gave its life back to it, its white petals gleams under the radiant sunlight. “Yuuji gave this to me once.”

Sukuna scoffs. “If you are trying to make me feel guilty about that, I do not. Not the slightest.”

“But I am not,” you say. “I have no intention in making you feel guilt, Sukuna. I simply miss Yuuji’s warm and loving presence. If you think it that way, then I suppose you feel deep down that you are guilty.”

With that, he shuts his mouth.

Later that evening, Sukuna watches you fall asleep under the moonlight before he decides to step closer. The grass withers underneath him as he gets closer to your sleeping form yet he paid it no mind since he’s attention is focused on you and you alone. The devil crouches down to take better glimpse on your peaceful sleeping face. He gently run his fingers across your soft cheeks, which made you squirm a bit. Sukuna immediately stops but when he sees you relax your body again, he gently place his fingers again, his thumb caressing your cheeks as he draws circles along your soft skin.

The devil could feel his heart beat so fast that it frustrated him enough to grip his chest in hopes of stopping his annoying heart from racing in a rapid pace. He had not felt such a thing happen to his body before and he had no explanation whatsoever about what is happening to his immortal being. The only possibility he could think of is whenever he looks at you; whenever you smile, laugh, sleep; whenever you tend to your plants with a soft smile on your lips. When Sukuna sees you with a smile on your face, he couldn’t help but feel… regret and guilt yet at the same time, he wanted for this to happen.

Sukuna’s main objective was to devour your soul once you had been corrupted, once you finally let your sins consume you. The reason why he associated himself with you in the first place is to take your soul with him in Hell. However, there was something in his mind instead. That is, to make you his queen in Hell. The mere thought of it made Sukuna chuckle, a bitter one.

Did he really think of making an angel, a child of God, be his queen?

How foolish.

THE MOMENT you wake up in the middle of the night, the first thing that you saw (and felt) was a flower around your hand. Its stem and petals are all withered and decayed. There’s only one person who touches a flower will wither like this, and that person isn’t present at the moment.

You gently touch its petals, bringing the flower back to life. Hyacinth, a bulbous herb with narrow strap-shaped leaves at the base and fragrant spring blooms rising on an upright stalk. A soft smile creeps up your face when you realizes what it means.

You stand up from the ground and clean yourself at the lake nearby. You take off every piece of clothing clinging on your body and let the warm water of the lake clean you up. Your wings that are slowly turning black are now soaked with water behind your back. In all honesty, you wanted your wings to be gone off your back because of how annoying it is.

“How disrespectful can you be?” a demonic voice mutters behind you, which made you look behind your shoulder, seeing Sukuna with a pissed off face. “You didn’t even bother inviting me?”

“I remember someone saying about the water being so dirty,” you chuckle. “Join me then,” you say and turn your back against him, dripping your body in the water until it reaches your collarbone.

Sukuna chuckles to himself before removing clothing yet his gaze does not turn away from you.

His eyes and attention are exploring every part of your body as if he's studying every beauty in you. He stares as if you are a statue of a goddess displayed as a masterpiece for everyone to see, yet he’s the only one who’s staring. The mere thought of others staring at your figure is something that darkens Sukuna’s mood. Anyone who dares to turn their gaze on you will have their eyes removed.

Your back is turned against the devil as he walks along the water towards you. The soft sounds of that the moving waters are creating fills the deafening silence between the both of you. The moonlight basking the two of you from above was Sukuna’s source of light to capture every ethereal image of your body. Your beauty that he sees right in front of his very eyes makes him want to accept the thought of God making you so perfect.

You are a goddess, a deity that the devil himself wants to worship.

The humorous thing about this—Sukuna thinks—is the fact that he has not felt like this for anyone for centuries. Who would’ve guessed that the first time he was truly bewitched by someone was an angel? Perhaps the reason why he wanted you to fall is so he can finally be with you? Perhaps the reason why Sukuna loathe you is because he cannot accept the fact that he’s… in love with you after all this time? It’s nonsense. If he wanted you after all this time, even in the Heavens, then he couldn’t have turned into someone so devilish. He could’ve been with you when the both of you were still children of God, and yet here you are, being slowly corrupted by the devil who was once a pure and holy being.

If only he wasn’t too foolish and a coward to admit his love for you back then.

Sukuna’s fingertips caress your back, making you let out a sigh of relaxation as his fingers slowly and gently glide through your soft skin. Sukuna’s warmth has made your breath quiver and the entirety of your body to feel hot and warm. You turn yourself in front of him, showing your bare chest that made him hitch his breath, thinking of how ethereal you look in your full glory.

Sukuna continues to caress your shoulder with his fingertips. You close your eyes, feeling his warmth course through your body that sent shivers down your spine. Sukuna’s body has made you feel small against him and you are tempted to glide your hands along his chest, his body looks as if it’s carved by the finest artists and sculptors in history.

Suddenly, you feel Sukuna’s soft lips along your shoulders, kissing every bit of your skin as if he’s worshipping your body. You tremble between his kisses, making you release a soft moan that Sukuna almost feel like as if he’s hearing the songs sung by the harmonious voices of the angels from Heaven.

Your hands are so tempted to touch him, to caress his skin so gently, like how you touch the petals of the finest and most delicate flower you’ve ever laid your hand on. Sukuna notices your hands hesitating to touch him so he cups the back of your hand and guides you to touch his chest heaving up and down to catch his heavy breaths.

He wants to do more; he wants to kiss you in a hungry, passionate way and caress every part of your body; he wants to worship your entire immortal being from head to toe. There’s no denying it anymore for the devil. He has fallen in love with an angel and not even God can stop him from loving you.

“Sukuna,” you whisper. “Why are you so kind and gentle to me all of the sudden? Have you no memory of who you are?”

“I have,” he says, his face still buried on the crook of your neck. “I am the devil and I know that a devil from Hell is not supposed to be kind, and I am not. You make me feel such overwhelming emotions that I want to rip my heart out from my chest—you make it so difficult for me to think; you make everything difficult for me… and yet I can’t devour your soul. I cannot make myself drive you away from me. You make me insane and yet I still have the desire to be by your side.”

“You were no longer sane before all this, Sukuna,” you whisper.

“Then perhaps I had the desire to be by your side even before.”

You let out a heavy sigh.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry so bad yet you don’t want Sukuna to see you so vulnerable. All you know is that he could be acting as Itadori Yuuji so he could break you again. Ryōmen Sukuna, the devil, would say no such things. He will think of this as nothing but absurdity and once he had you even tighter in his grasp again, he would surely destroy you until he drags you down to depravity.

“Stop it,” you quiver as you try to stop your tears from falling yet they slowly cascade down your cheeks. “Stop saying such things, Sukuna. Is this not enough for you? You have me already. Why must you pretend like you care about me? Why must you pretend like the man I used to love before? The devil would feel and say no such things.”

“Then I guess I don’t want to be the devil anymore if one could say no such things,” he mumbles and pulls away from the crook of your neck, only to see your teary eyes that shatters his heart into pieces. “Do you know why I gave that withered hyacinth to you?”

You didn’t answer.

“Because even if I am the devil who disguised himself as a good man, I was listening to every ramble that you had to say,” he whispers. “You once told me that hyacinths mean asking for forgiveness. I know that what I did to you is unforgivable and inhumane yet I don’t know how to show you how sorry I am. All I could do is to protect you from something that I once caused.”

“You were listening to me? All this time?” you ask.

“I always do,” he says. “Both Itadori Yuuji and Ryōmen Sukuna does.”

You chuckle.

“I forgive you, Sukuna,” you smile at him that made you look like as if you’re a goddess that is gleaming under the moonlight from above. “You are not so bad after all, devil. Itadori Yuuji, Ryōmen Sukuna, a mix of both, I came to like every bit of you.”

Sukuna smiles.

“You make it so difficult for me to hate you,” he whispers.

“Then do not hate me,” you say as you stare into his eyes. “Will you kiss my eyes, Sukuna?”

Slowly, you close your eyes, waiting for him to do something. Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to lean down and kiss one of your closed eyes in a gentle manner as if his fingertips are touching a delicate flower. After giving you a soft kiss on your closed eye, Sukuna rests his forehead on yours.

“For you, my love,” he whispers, “I am willing to repent.”

You smile at his words.

“You are too late, Sukuna,” you say. “You cannot repent. I can only sin.”

With that, Sukuna crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you so deep that your hands wrap itself around his neck as his travel along your body. Sukuna’s soaking fingertips caresses your back, your arms, and squeezing your ass in the palm of his hands. What sent shivers down your spine is when he glides his fingers along your back.

Your hands caress Sukuna’s hair, tangling the strands in between your fingers as he deepens the kiss even more that made you moan in his lips. You release a whimper when Sukuna suddenly bites your lower lip, allowing him to easily insert is tongue inside your mouth and let him writhe and swirl against yours.

The feeling of Sukuna’s lips so deep in yours and his hands caressing every inch of your body has sent you into Cloud Nine that you could almost describe as Heaven. His kisses made you feel tingly below, the same feeling that you felt when you watched him that night. Your body feels so… odd yet in a good way. The last time you felt this, you were trying to stop the tingly sensation that courses through your crotch as well as the arousal that consumes your entire body. However, now that you are feeling it again, you were craving for more.

When you pull away, the both of you are breathing heavily and staring into each other’s half-lidded eyes, and a visible string of saliva connecting your tongue with Sukuna’s. You are both panting so heavily, trying to catch your breath after kissing each other so passionately and hungrily.

“Sukuna…” you pant. “Please, please… Will you give me more? I want to feel every inch of you.”

“If you really want it, then you must fall from grace for me.”

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fushigowo · 1 year

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did you ever think about write for yuta?

hope you have a great day!

hii yes!! yuta has been on my mind lately and i keep thinking of writing a fic for him!! rn, im working on a fic from a different fandom :3 but im definitely gonna write for yuta ^^ i have a great day/night too bb!!!

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fushigowo · 1 year

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

⇢ ˗ˏˋ PAIRING: gojo satoru x fem!reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ SYNOPSIS: the aftermath of yours and gojo satoru’s midterm essay and how your relationship came to existence. contrary to popular belief, gojo satoru is actually the sweetest jerk of a boyfriend you’ve ever had.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARNINGS: none!! just some cute fluff and suggestive themes <3

⇢ ˗ˏˋ NOTE: i have finally awaken from my peaceful century of slumber, resurrecting amidst the fog from the land of the dead, and bringing back the fluffiest, tooth-aching, heart-warming set of fluff i have ever written.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ PART I | PART II

1. The midterm essay was a success. However, Gojo Satoru noticed that something is wrong.

You and Satoru were able to score a high grade in your midterms for literature class. It was amazing how the two of you managed to finish a ten-page essay regarding the social context of Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. However… during the week of working on the essay, of course there were some… other sessions that Satoru initiated.

During the entire week, you felt like you had lost your ability to walk and you’re not even exaggerating.

“You okay, sweetheart? I didn’t overdid it this time, right?” Satoru asks as he puts his shirt on while sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I’m literally struggling to walk right now, Satoru.” You stare at him in disbelief.

“Oops, my bad!”

But that being said, the entire week was a blast for both you and Satoru. Not only you’ve been fucked several times by your beloved, you also earned a high grade from your literature professor and was able to help Satoru in LIT 2000.

After the midterm week, Satoru noticed that you’re back to being the shy quiet student who rarely participates in class again. You’ve also been ignoring him after the week. The white-haired man couldn’t help but feel unsettled about your actions. Because why would you avoid him when you like him so much? And to Satoru, being ignored by the person he admires and likes is no different from being stabbed right through the chest.

Why were you being so distant from him all of the sudden? Why were you ignoring him like you didn’t just spend the entire week together?

Satoru knows that something is wrong so he decided to disturb you when you were studying in the library.

You were busy studying for a test when a loud voice called you from afar; a voice that you knew too well.

When you raised your head to stare at him, the other people in the library were staring daggers at him. Satoru makes his way towards you, ignoring the other students and even the librarian. The white-haired man stops in front of your table and sits across where you’re sitting.

“Hey, sweets,” he smiles. “What are you doing?”

“Studying…?” you said, as if it wasn’t obvious. “Why are you here, Satoru?”

“The question is why are you ignoring me?”

You let out a sigh and ignored his question. You close your laptop and pack your pens and notebooks but Satoru suddenly grip your wrist, making you look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What is it, Satoru?” you ask, trying not to make your voice loud enough for everyone else to hear. “Look, let’s not discuss it here.”

“Fine. Take me somewhere more private.”

And that’s how you end up being eaten out by Gojo Satoru in the most secluded part of the library after explaining why you’ve been avoiding him.

2. Gojo Satoru remembers the little details.

After a tiring week, Satoru came busting in your library work to free you from the stress that you’ve been dealing with since… well, since forever, he thinks. But now, he’s here to alleviate your stress (and back pain).

Satoru had plans of dragging you out from your library work but he had to wait for you to finish since library work is an important part of your schedule. After that, he finally drags you out of campus to try the new dessert shop that had recently opened.

“I know you’re fond of sweets because it relieves your stress,” he smiles at you before holding your hand and enters the small shop. “I had to explore places that serve desserts near the campus so I can treat you. Oh, and you definitely deserve a treat after a stressful week.”

Oh… he remembers my rambles during aftercare.

Your heart races rapidly inside your chest, cheeks start to heat at the sweet gesture of Satoru. Like he predicted, the weight on your back of carrying loads of responsibilities and stress was suddenly lifted. It was amazing how Satoru was able to understand you more than you understand yourself. He knows what to say, what to do, and what not to do to lighten your mood.

Contrary to popular belief that Gojo Satoru is a cheating fuckboy, he is actually the opposite. Every one in the campus just see him as one because of how he constantly flirts with every girl he sees. In your defense, you think Satoru is just being nice to them. The nicknames are actually what gives it. He told you that he just likes calling everyone with the nicknames he gives.

“Sooooo… how is it? It’s good, right?” he smiles.

“Yeah. So good.” you smile back.

“You got something on your nose,” he says.

“Hmm? Where?”

“Here!” he yells before coating the tip of your nose with chocolate ice cream.

3. Gojo Satoru understands how your mind works.

You are anxious.

And Satoru can see it.

Sitting on top of the rooftop of your apartment building, you stare at the cityscape with your arms wrapped around your legs and chin on top of your knees. Satoru sits down next to you and asks what’s wrong but you didn’t answer and just continue to stare at nothing.

“Alright. Tell me what’s in your mind, sweetheart,” he says. “Something’s bothering you, obviously.”

“I’m just… I’m scared, Satoru,” you whisper, still not looking at him because of how pathetic you feel. “I’m scared of what might come. I don’t know how things will be for me after I graduate. Like, I know I have plans—big plans—but what if… what if I didn’t—what if I didn’t get to do all those plans? What will happen to me then? What will happen to me if I didn’t get to live the life that I wanted? If I didn’t get to become the person that I wanted to be?”

When you finally had the courage to look at him, your eyes are blurred with hot tears, making Satoru’s eyes soften at your current state.

Satoru doesn’t understand why but he likes it when you’re vulnerable around him. He likes it when you’re not scared of telling him what you really feel and what goes inside your head. Because a person like you, who rarely opens up to anyone in their life, means that you trust him enough to tell these things and to be vulnerable around him.

“I’m sorry, Satoru. I shouldn’t have said tha—”

“Thanks for telling me that, sweetheart.” he smiles before cupping your cheeks, his thumb rubs your soft skin, as if his hands are touching the most delicate flower that he has ever laid hands on, afraid of breaking its petals and ruining its beauty. But Satoru, no matter which state you are in, you are still the prettiest in his eyes.

“I know the future can be… shit and unpredictable but y’know, that’s kinda the exciting part of it. It’s full of… unexpected things; full of surprises; full of ups and downs. But one thing that I’m sure at is you will definitely be the person that you want to be. And right now, you’re doing everything you can to have the future that you want,” he says. “It’s okay to be anxious, sweetheart. Trust me when I say this, you will get the things you want and desire because you work so hard for it. Even if you didn’t get all of what you want, I’ll be by your side to help you. Even if you feel like what you did wasn’t enough, I’ll be by your side to tell you that it’s more than enough, okay? You are more than enough. Now come here and give me a hug.”

You smile at him as you sniff and wipe your tears away before giving him a tight hug. Satoru kisses your forehead.

And what seems like a dream is actually a moment in reality.

4. Gojo Satoru is your biggest supporter and your number one fan.

Upon sitting on your desk in LIT 2000, your professor called your name for you to recite the earlier discussions regarding your lesson last meeting, which was African American Literature. Recently, Satoru has been participating more and more in class which was because of you.

He figured that if his girl is the smartest student in class, then he’d better step up and level your intelligence. Everyone else were surprised except you and your professor. The both of you know damn well that Satoru is a smarter than he looks. But Satoru’s recent constant participation burned something inside you. Every time he speaks, he would look at you with a smirk on his face. It was as if he was taunting you.

Ever since you and Satoru would do your study routine together, his grades were over the top and his participation started to become consistent. Of course you wouldn’t let your smartass boy take the number one rank in literature class from you.

“Yes, Mr. Gojo? Would you like to share your—”

“I would like to answer it, professor.” you raise your hand, surprising the others as well as Satoru.

When you finally stand up from your seat, all eyes are on you as you answer the professor’s question. But it was then followed by another question and another question, and you figured that your professor is definitely taking her time asking you all those questions to make up for the ones that you didn’t answer because of your… shyness. As you answer every question she throws at you, the smile on Satoru’s glossy lips becomes wider and wider as this is the first time he has witnessed you talk in full confidence.

“Yes! That’s my girl!” his loud voiced echoes in the entire classroom, which made you hide your face from your professor and the others because of how… embarrassing that was.

When you finally sit back down, you look over your shoulder and made a face, asking ‘what the fuck was that?’. But Satoru just smiles widely at you and gave you a thumbs up.

You couldn’t help but to smile back at him and give him a thumbs up.

5. Gojo Satoru finally unmasked himself in front of you.

It was the worst of times of Satoru.

However, everyone was oblivious to that thought. Well, almost everyone. To them, Satoru remains the same goofy person that he is even after… losing someone so important to him. To them, Satoru is a big asshole. Why? A big asshole for not even shedding a tear even after losing someone important to him. A big asshole for not reacting the way a normal person would react to a loved one’s death.

How did Satoru react?

Laughing and shrugging everything off. Showing no signs of tears nor sympathy. He just fucking shrugs it off.

“Oh, yeah that! I’m not thinking about it too much, y’know? I’ll eventually get over it!” he smiles. “People come and go after all.”

And people would say to him: “How can you be so insensitive?”

To everyone, Gojo Satoru is a rude, insensitive jerk.

Well, almost everyone.

“Satoru?” you call out. “You can talk to me. I’m right here. I’ll listen.”

Satoru’s back is facing you and you notice how he wiped something off from his face and sniffed before turning around for you to see a wide smile on his face as if he’s not falling apart. His red yet pretty eyes says otherwise.

“Hey, sweetheart! What are ya doing here? Went to see me for a kiss?”

“Satoru,” you mumble. You are definitely not amused. “Stop it.”

“Stop what—”

“Stop whatever this is,” you say. “You keep putting on these faces to make everyone see that you’re okay or unaffected by these events but I know that you’re falling apart, Satoru.”

Satoru’s smile slowly disappear from his face as he continues to listen to you.

“You can cry in front of me. You can tell me what’s in your mind. You can let yourself out of that… that façade of yours and just fall apart just this once.” This time you look at him straight in the eyes. “I just don’t want you to go through this alone, Satoru. I’m here. Let me carry the weight of grief with you.”

And then, Gojo Satoru fell apart… but this time, you were there to pick him back up.

Satoru wraps his arms around you. His legs start to wobble, making him fall down on the concrete along with you. Even though his face is buried on your chest and his arms wrapped around your back, you can tell that Satoru is crying because of his quiet whimpers and sniffs.

“It’s okay, Satoru,” you whisper as you caress his pearl white hair. “I’m here.”

“I lost him,” he whispers, accompanied by whimpers and hiccups. “My best friend… the only one I had…”

For the first time, Gojo Satoru finally unmasked himself in front of you.

6. Gojo Satoru has interesting ways to claim that you are his.

Satoru had invited you in their fraternity party.

It wasn’t the first time that you’ve been in these kinds of party. Your best friend invited you to come with her before but that was the last time you went to one because of how uncomfortable it was for you. Your best friend told you that she’ll stay by your side the entire night but once the both of you had entered the party, she was already chugging down some beers and partying with the other students, leaving you no choice but to sit and hide in the corner.

But this time, you had trust in Satoru that he’ll never leave your side because you already told him why you don’t come to these kinds of parties anymore.

Now, you’re sitting next to Satoru, talking to some of his friends and some freshmem that tagged along. The freshmen—Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuuji, and Fushiguro Megumi—are actually fun and nice to hangout with.

This is the first time that you’ve enjoyed a party.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Satoru leans closer to your ear for you to hear. “I’ll go grab us another beer. Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know, ‘kay? I’ll be right back,” he says before kissing your temple and stands up from where he’s sitting.

After a few minutes of waiting for Satoru, you felt uneasy so you left your seat to go look for him. Since he was getting drinks, you figured he'd be somewhere in the kitchen where you encountered someone you don’t know. The guy was probably drunk since he can’t seem to walk straight and has a bottle of beer in his hands.

“Hey, pretty, what are you here for?” he asks, making you back away.

“Uh—I’m just—I’m looking for my—”

“Hey, sweetheart! What’re you doing here? I got us some drinks!”

Hearing your boyfriend’s voice made the fear and panic jump out of you. When you saw him through the doorway, you immediately sprint towards him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“And I thought she’d be available in bed,” the guy mumbles, making Satoru furrow his eyebrows and the next thing you knew, the guy was beaten up pretty badly and your boyfriend was kicked out of the party and the two of you spent the night driving around the city, looking for the perfect spot of the city lights where you and your boyfriend can feel like you’re on top of the world.

7. Gojo Satoru loves your drunken state.

When you told Satoru that you’d be out drinking with your friends, he asked each and every one of them to text him if you ever get drunk. He doesn’t want you to take an uber or have your friends take you home, he wants to be the one doing that so he is sure that you are completely safe.

And that’s what your friends did.

When you finished two bottles of beer, you were a complete mess and god knows how much of a mess you are when you’re drunk as hell. The moment that your friends realized that you need to be taken home is when you started to cry about how much you miss your boyfriend and kept asking why your friends took him away from you.

So when Satoru got to the street where he’s supposed to meet up with your friends and you, he didn’t know what he was seeing. You were throwing up in a trash bin like you’re about to transform into a fucking werewolf.

“How many did she drink?” he asks.

“Five. She was… enjoying,” one of your friends replies.

“I can see that,” he chuckles before taking you in his arms. “How worse was it?”

“Not worse than before. All she did was cry and whine. Anyways, our ride will be here soon. Take good care of her, Gojo. We trust you.”

“Yep. Thanks for looking after her!”

Satoru waves to your friends as they get inside the car then turns his gaze on you, clinging onto him like a koala holding onto a tree.

“All right, sweetheart. Let’s go home, yeah?”

Oh, you were drunk as fuck, alright. You can barely even walk so Satoru decided to carry you like a newly wedded wife. But your sniffs and whimpers stop him in his tracks to check up on you.

“You okay, babe?” he asks. You nod and wiggle yourself to get out of Satoru’s grasp to make yourself walk. You told him you can, so he let you. Now you’re wiggling and can’t even walk a straight line while your boyfriend chuckles from behind.

“All right, that’s enough,” he says before holding you again.

Satoru cages you closer in his embrace, feeling your warmth and breathing the scent of alcohol in you. But your instincts suddenly kick in, so you shoved Satoru over before yelling, “I have a boyfriend, mister! His name’s Satoru and he’s gonna beat you up if you touch me!”

“Oh? Who’s your boyfriend again?” Satoru tries his best not to laugh.

“Gojo Satoru. And he’s not gonna be my boyfriend anymore after this,” you say.

“Why not?” Satoru raises an eyebrow.

“Because I’m gonna propose to him and ask him to marry me so he can be my husband,” you chuckle. “So don’t touch me! I need to go home to him!”

Satoru lets out a laugh, almost loud enough to echo in the quiet streets an hour after midnight. His shoulders shaking up and down as he amuses himself at the things you were saying in your drunken state.

No wonder you don’t drink much when you’re out with Satoru. You don’t want him to see you in your drunken state yet this is a side of you that Satoru wants to see. Yes, he knows you’re an introverted woman who is secretly a very horny one yet comfortable when it comes to people she’s close with, but this is something that Satoru has not yet seen. He doesn’t know if he’s going to record you or just let this be a memory in his mind. He chuckles to himself and figured that this is something that only he knows and he witnessed.

“Oh, that won’t happen, sweetheart!” Satoru hugs you behind your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Why not? Is he dating another person? Would he say no if I propose to him? What if he says he doesn’t want me to be his wife?! What if—”

“No! That’s not what I mean,” he chuckles. “That’s not gonna happen because… Satoru will propose to you first. He will ask you to be his wife and if you say yes, the two of you will have a cozy home and a sweet, little family, full of small Gojos and a pet too.”

“You think he’s gonna propose to me?” you ask.

“Oh, he definitely will,” Satoru smiles before wrapping his arms around you again to take you to his car. “Now let’s take you to Satoru.”

8. Gojo Satoru loves hearing you read to him.

Aftercare with Satoru is almost similar as being in heaven. His kisses, his rambles, his praises, the way he takes care of you, the way he whispers sweet nothings to you is the same as floating on Cloud Nine.

But this time, you wanted to be the one to take care of him, too.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers before kissing your temple. “I’ll make you a hot bath, okay?”

Just when he was about to stand up, you call out to him, making Satoru look over his shoulder.

“You can just stay here with me, ‘Toru. Let’s stay in bed for a while, please?”

And how can he say no when you’re giving him those doe eyes that he can’t resist?

So when you told him to get back on the sheets, Satoru didn’t hesitate to do so. With a large smile on his lips, your white-haired boyfriend settles himself on the bed, his arms wrapped around your back and his face rested on your chest, you being the big spoon and him, the little spoon.

“Read to me, angel,” he whispers. “Wanna hear your voice.”

“Okay,” you chuckle. You stretch your arm to get the book on the nightstand on your side of the bed. “Where did we stop—Ah, here.” You settle yourself wrapping your other arm around Satoru will the other holds the book.

You clear your throat before reading, “‘I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.’” As you read the passage from Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, your fingers caress Satoru’s soft, white hair while the man feels himself slowly drifting to a peaceful sleep.

“YN?” he calls out.

“Hmm?” you hum in a low tone.

“I’m so glad we got partnered at that midterm essay.”

You chuckle before leaning closer to him. “I’m glad too, ‘Toru…”

9. Gojo Satoru gets along with your cat very well.

“Tada!”

“Uh, babe? What am I looking at?”

“His name’s Tooru! With double O’s!” You smile as you hold your white, Persian cat by its armpits, showing its full glory to your boyfriend. “He’s so white and fluffy and he reminds me of you, so I named him Tooru but it’s spelled with double O’s.” You nuzzle Tooru in your embrace while your boyfriend processes what’s happening.

Did you just replace him with a cat?

“Did you just replace me with a cat?”

You didn’t answer him. You didn’t even bother looking at him since you’re too busy baby-talking your new cat, Tooru. Satoru can’t deny that Tooru isn’t cute. In fact, he is the most adorable cat he has seen, but the now that you’re giving attention to your cat rather than him, he couldn’t help but be—

“…jealous? Satoru, are you jealous of Tooru?” you ask, almost bursting out in a laugh.

“So what if I am?” he pouts. “You obviously love him more than me! You only had him for, like, 4 hours and you have me for three years!”

“Come on, don’t be so immature, Satoru!” you chuckle. “Tooru deserves much as love as you get. Oh, and can you play with him for a while? I’ll make us dinner!”

You stand up and kiss Satoru on his cheek then kiss your cat all over his face before heading toward the kitchen. When you finally disappeared from Satoru and Tooru’s sight, your white-haired boyfriend glances at your cat like it’s about to steal the love of his life—which he actually thinks is happening right now.

The bored expression of your cat’s face as it stares into Satoru’s cerulean blue eyes makes him even more pissed because what are the odds that the cat has the same color of eyes as his? Your cat is the cat version of Satoru and he hates it because he is the only Gojo Satoru in your life. Immature, yes, but almost nothing is ever taken maturely by your boyfriend.

But since you came to love Tooru so much (but not much than you love him, Satoru thinks), he realizes that it would make you happy if he gets along well with your cat.

“Fine.” Satoru sighs. “Hi, Tooru! Aren’t you adorable?” your white-haired boyfriend attempts to caress Tooru’s soft fur but was taken aback and shrieked when Tooru’s claws swiftly attacked Satoru’s hand.

“Shit! What the fuck, Tooru!”

“What happened?” you run from the kitchen to the living room only to see your boyfriend’s arms crossed and your cat curled up at the corner as if a father is scolding at his child.

“Babe, Tooru just—”

“Oh, my poor baby.” You didn’t take a glance at Satoru and made your way to Tooru to caress him in your arms and pull him in a hug. “Satoru, you know better than to yell at our child! He’s just a kid!”

“Are you serious right now?”

It’s been weeks since Tooru came home with you and since then, he has been ruining yours and Satoru’s relationship. It’s as if the cat has a manipulative mind of its on to sabotage Satoru. And every time Tooru successfully does so, Satoru swears that his cute, little tongue sticks out to mock your white-haired boyfriend.

Now, you’re packing your bags to go visit your family for a few days. Satoru has to stay since he’s finishing his graduate studies in Language and Literature so your boyfriend has no choice but to stay with your cat that he cannot get along with.

“Alright, Tooru, your mom’s gone which means I’m in charge.”

For the next few days, Tooru has done nothing but mess with Satoru. But it wasn’t until your white-haired boyfriend finally figured something out when he bought a laser. He read somewhere that cats can be played and tamed with lasers and catnips and a ball of yarn so that’s what he did.

Satoru realizes that you cut Tooru’s claws before going so he won’t get a chance to claw him out. The more Satoru gets closer to Tooru, the more Tooru gets comfortable with him. So when your boyfriend thought it was time to buy another bed for Tooru, he bought the most expensive one since he thinks your cat will soften with him if he buys something expensive.

But that wasn’t until the package finally arrived but then Tooru decided to make the box of the package to be his shelter instead of the expensive one that Satoru bought.

“God, what would I do with you, you little devil.” Satoru chuckles then rubs Tooru’s head before picking him up in his arms. Satoru sits on the couch and opens the TV, your cat is now purring on his stomach. “Heh, your mom will be home for another hour now. And, you won’t be staying in our room for the night.”

After spending the night waiting for you while watching TV, Satoru fell asleep with Tooru still purring on his stomach, leaving the TV open. The dim light of the screen is the only source of light surrounding the apartment but it wasn't until you open the door and flick the light switch on. You were greeted by a sleeping Satoru and Tooru so you had to hold your excitement back in order to not wake them up.

My boys are so cute!

You cheer before taking a picture.

Needless to say, you had the photo put in a picture frame.

10. Gojo Satoru realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

Satoru stirs awake from his sleep, his eyes start scanning the room, still engulfed with darkness with no rays of sunlight coming from the windows. The white-haired man glances at his sides to check the digital clock next to him, sitting on the nightstand. It’s already ten minutes past 3AM.

His gaze travels back to your side of the bed. There you were, so deep in a peaceful slumber as you lay on your sides, facing Satoru. He pulls the sheets of the bed up to your chest before letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru knew you were tired as hell after last night’s session since he couldn’t control himself.

His slender fingers caress your soft cheeks, your warmth traveling to his fingertips like lightning striking the grounds of the earth that sends shivers down his spine. Satoru leans in closer to you and gives you a delicate, gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips feels like petal gently touching the ground as he gives you his kisses.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Gojo Satoru couldn’t help but look forward for tomorrow and rest of the days, of the months, of the years that he will be spending with you soon. He looks forward to waking up every morning when the first thing he will be seeing is your face, he looks forward to spending peaceful days with you and Tooru, and he looks forward to spending the rest of his life with you.

From the moment Gojo Satoru enters your life, his goal from the very start was to marry you, and that’s what he’s going to do.

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i know it slaps against his leg when he walks

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𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

╰┈➤ gojo satoru x fem!reader

╰┈➤ synopsis: in your LIT 2000, your classmate, gojo satoru, has his eyes set on the shyest student after telling his theory to getou suguru that the shyest ones are always the horniest. to prove his theory right, satoru finds ways to know whether he’s correct and he’s absolutely sure that he is.

╰┈➤ warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, oral sex, teasing, praise, degradation? soft to rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, doggy style, cowgirl, name-calling, size kink, spanking, begging, pleasure dom satoru!! (reader and satoru are in their early 20s)

╰┈➤ a/n: this was supposed to be posted on christmas but i didn’t finish it on time :(( but i hope u all had a gentle holiday!! as a gift, i wrote whatever this is and i got inspiration from this soundgasm audio which is HOT AF!!! also, i did not proofread this. im lazy as fuck

PART I | PART II

Gojo Satoru has his pretty cerulean eyes set on someone, and that someone is none other than you.

You sit at the very front of the classroom, three rows in front of Satoru’s where he can get a clear view of you every time he stares. Not only you’re the smartest and the teacher’s pet, Satoru considers you as the most mysterious student in LIT 2000 despite being with 30 more students because of how quiet you are.

Satoru’s been observing you since the start of the year and the thing that he noticed the most was that you rarely and he means rarely talk to anyone or even participate in class. Whenever you’re called by the professor, you would mumble some I don’t knows and I’m sorrys because you can’t answer the question that was given to you. However, Satoru knew for a fact that you’re just saying those things so you won’t get to speak longer than that. He knew very well that you know the answer to every damn question.

Which is why he is so lucky to have you as a partner for a midterm essay.

As for you, you don’t know what to feel when professor called your name after Gojo Satoru’s.

You don’t really have a problem writing a five-page or more essay with a minimum of three thousand words. The problem is… Gojo Satoru is your partner. It’s not like you don’t like him. It’s just that...

Holy fucking shit. Did she figure out that I have a huge crush on Satoru?! Is that why she paired me up with him? But I made sure not to make it obvious! No, no. This won’t do.

So after class was over, you had a talk with your professor, begging for her to take the midterm essay on your own. The talk didn’t go well as planned.

Since Satoru is having a hard time catching up with LIT 2000, your professor told you to help him by partnering up in this midterm essay. However, that didn’t sit right with you so you protested, saying that there’s a chance that Satoru wouldn’t help writing the paper which would result into you writing the entire thing yourself. But that was just an excuse not to work with Satoru, otherwise you would get all flustered and nervous throughout the week while working on this midterm essay.

“It is not different from doing the entire essay myself,” you scoff.

“I know, but that is also why I partnered him with you,” she says, making you raise an eyebrow. “You can let me know if Satoru didn’t help with anything at all, which is easier for me to fail him.”

“You’re gonna fail him?” you ask.

“Yes. As you can see, Satoru hasn’t been performing well in my class,” she says, “but I figured you can help him since you’re my top performing student. Can I count on you?”

“There are other top performing students in your class though,” you mumble. Sighing in defeat, you agreed to partner up with Satoru. “Professor, did you know that I have a crush on Satoru? Is that another reason why you paired me with him?”

Silence. She knows.

“I genuinely did not know that until now.”

Crap. She doesn’t know. And I told her?! Holy—

“ForgetIsaidanythingprofessorthankyouforyourtimegoodbye.”

With that, you immediately rushed out of her office and slammed the door shut.

The only reason why you wanted to do this midterm essay on your own is because you won't have to deal with Satoru’s presence. Oh, his presence alone would make you so nervous that your smartass brain won’t even function and you would get all flustered, which is really bad because this might hinder your focus on working on the essay. Not only that, but Gojo Satoru does not take things seriously. A complete opposite of you since you take everything related to academics very seriously. But you realized that it won’t hurt to give a little help for Satoru to not fail LIT 2000.

Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru wanders around the halls of the building, in hopes of searching for you so the two of you can start working on the essay. But before that, he had a talk with his best friend, Getou Suguru.

“Yo, Satoru,” Suguru approached the white-haired man with one hand raised up. “I heard your partner for this midterm is that girl. Won’t this be the perfect time to test that theory of yours?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not trying to get into her pants,” Satoru says and a smirk grew on his glossy lips, ”not unless she wants me to.”

After your talk with your literature professor, you had to compose yourself in the rest room and even practiced a script on how you’re going to talk to Satoru. However, you had a realization that this isn’t going to be the only time that you’ll interact with Gojo Satoru since your professor knows that you have a thing for him. You scold yourself for being so nervous around him, despite being a grown ass woman.

But Satoru is… just so pretty. I can’t even look at him straight in the eyes. Also because I’ve touched myself to the thought of him so that would be awkward as fuck.

When you finally got out of the restroom, you heard a loud voice from behind and the minute you heard that voice, you already knew that it would be him. Looking over your shoulder, Satoru in his white long sleeves, black pants, messy yet gorgeous white hair and those round sunglasses. The tall man approached you with a smile on his face while you try not to melt down the ground that you’re standing on.

“I was looking for you,” Satoru says. “I thought we could start working on the essay so we can finish it ahead of the deadline.”

“You—uh, you want to start working now?” you ask, but a hint of nervousness in your voice.

“Yep!” Satoru gives you a smile and a thumbs up, and suddenly, he leans down on your face and brings his lips closer to your ear, making you shiver. “Just between you and me, I think professor is failing me this semester.”

Your eyes widen when he mentioned that.

Could it be that he heard your conversation with your professor earlier? Did he also hear the part where you told her that you have a crush on Satoru? That would make him think that you’re a complete loser in your 20s and in college yet you act like a teenager with a crush. But it’s not your fault that you’ve rejected so many guys because they’re not your standards and it’s definitely not your fault that you reject them because they’re not Satoru.

“Why would you think that?” you ask.

“Mmm? Because I haven’t been performing well in her class.” he grinned.

So he knows.

“Uh, let’s start then,” you say before walking pass him until he asked where you’re going. You look over your shoulder and said, “the library. It’s where I usually do my tasks if not in my apartment.”

“The library is too… quiet. So we’ll work in your apartment instead!”

It’s a library so it would be quiet. And did he just decide that on his own? God, he’s so stupid, I love him.

Your apartment is not far from your university. The reason why you had an apartment for yourself is because you don’t want another person taking up space and you most definitely don’t want to live with another person that you barely even know. And you’re not bothered that you’re living off-campus. It just makes it easier for you to live independently.

When the two of you got in your apartment, Satoru’s cerulean eyes scanned and observed the place. It was neat and everything is organized. But the thing that caught his attention is the stack of books next to the balcony of your apartment. Four stack of books that almost reach Satoru’s waist and he’s a tall guy. He knew that you read a lot since every time he takes glances at you in class, you’re either reading or writing something so he knows that you like reading, but he didn’t expect you to like it that much.

“Sorry, it’s a mess here,” you mumble. “Let’s get started.” You sit down on the wooden floor as you place your laptop on the coffee table adjacent to Satoru who is now sitting on the couch.

“I forgot my laptop.”

You blinked. Twice.

“Sit next to me.” he mumbled.

And that’s what you did despite being flustered at the thought that it’s only you and Satoru inside your apartment. The thought has you squeezing your legs together as you try to listen to Satoru about his ideas regarding the midterm essay. However, your thoughts were making your mind foggy and you couldn’t think straight. It’s awkward that on this very couch, you’ve touched yourself to the thought of Satoru and now, he’s sitting right next to you.

“Hey,” Satoru calls out. “You okay?”

“Mmm, yeah…” you mumble. “Since, uh, since professor asked us to analyze a chosen text from the 20th century regarding its social context, let’s choose a piece first to write about first. Do you have anything in mind?” you ask, trying your best to not make eye contact with him now that he doesn’t have his round sunglasses on.

“I have a few,” he says. “How about The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath? Or No Longer Human by Dazai Osamu? Ah! I know. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.”

“Am I the only one who didn’t cry my eyes out at the end?” you ask.

“What? You did not cry your eyes out at the end?! Are you even human?” Satory’s eyes widen, looking at you with shock while your eyes are locked on your laptop as you type. “I had snot coming out of my nose that soaked the pages of my book when I read that.”

“First of all, that’s disgusting. Second, it was sad, I admit, but I didn’t shed a tear. It was really good though so kudos to you, Mr. Steinbeck.” you chuckle. “Third, I gave it a five stars so you don’t have to attack me.”

Satoru laughs, making you flustered all over again. This is the first time you’ve heard him laugh this close and he’s laughing because of you, and you like it of course. You like that he’s comfortable around you and you like that he’s still himself despite you being awkward around his presence.

“You know, you’re actually fun to be with,” he says. Satoru’s legs are crossed while his elbow is resting on the arm rest and his cheek is on top of his closed palm as he stares at you with his pretty cerulean eyes. “But why can’t you look at me in the eyes?”

You gulped, squeezing your legs together since you can feel him staring daggers at you. Satoru seems to notice your action and a smirk formed on his glossy lips. Satoru moves closer to you, almost like you can feel his hot breath touching the sensitive part of your neck, making you shiver.

“Are you scared of me?” he asks and the only answer you could give him is by shaking your head, telling him that it’s a no. “Hmm? Then why can’t you look at me?”

You didn’t answer.

“Look at me,” he demand.

This time, you feel Satoru’s fingers making its way down your chin, making you face him and look up at him but despite his actions of forcing you to stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, you didn’t protest at all… because you like every single move he’s making on you. Satoru’s other hand glides down your arm, feeling your soft skin that made you shiver because of his warm touch.

When your eyes met his, you couldn’t help but melt on your seat. And it’s not just because Satoru is staring at you.

“There you go,” he chuckles. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now tell me, sweetheart, why are so flustered around me?”

You couldn’t form the words. Of course you can’t. How could you even continue to talk when Gojo motherfucking Satoru is so close to you that his hot breath is almost touching your skin and his hands are caressing your arms and chin, leaving you no choice but stare into his eyes. Not to mention the smirk that he has on his glossy lips.

“T-that’s because I… I—fuck.” you curse under your breath, trying hard to compose yourself and break eye contact.

“Do I make you nervous? Is that why you’re squirming and squeezing your leg so much?” he chuckles.

You bit your lips—hard—trying to wake yourself up and check if you’re having another wet dream about Satoru again. Fortunately, you are fully awake and the person right in front of you is the real Gojo Satoru. Not your fantasy, not your dream, but real. It was hard you to believe that something that you wanted for so long finally came true and you most definitely won’t let this moment go.

“S-Satoru…” you whisper, almost inaudible.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he asks with a smile on his face. “Is there something you want? Or need?”

He knows what he’s doing. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

“Touch me…” you mumble under your breath. “Just—touch me, please.”

With that, Satoru chuckles before leaning in towards your ears. His hands trailing down, from your chin down to your neck and wraps his slender fingers around the base, but not too tight. Just enough to make you squirm and squeeze your legs even more.

“If the shy girl wants it then who am I to refuse?” he whispers, his hot breath touching your skin that caused the hairs of your body to stand up.

Suddenly, you feel a wet yet hot sensation make contact with your ears, making its way down your jaw while Satoru’s hand tilt your head to the sides to give him more access of licking and kissing your jaw and neck. Your back touched the arm rest behind you as Satoru slowly pushed you down. He held both your thighs, positioning them to open so he can stay in between them as he kisses your neck down your collarbone, leaving bites and marks.

As Satoru devours your neck and collarbone, his hand expertly unbuttons your shirt while the other caresses your thighs, his fingers making circle patterns on your skin. When your buttons are finally undone, Satoru opens your shirt so he can clearly see your body underneath him. He pulls away from you so he can properly enjoy the view then pulls his shirt over his head.

Your half-lidded eyes earlier suddenly widen when you saw the perfect view of Satoru’s body. A body that was almost carved by the gods themselves and that wasn’t even the main attraction that caught your attention. It was the veins running down his crotch and that fucking v-line.

“You like the view from down there, slut?” he chuckles but then he noticed how you whined and squirmed underneath him when he called you slut. “Oh? Did you like being called that?”

You nod. But Satoru doesn’t take that as an answer so his hand made its way down to your neck again but he wasn’t squeezing it too hard.

“Yes,” you say. “I like it, Satoru. Like it when you—ngh—when you call me a slut.”

“Good. Because that’s what you are,” he mumbles as he leans down to your chest, leaving marks and kisses. “Such a shy little slut for me.”

But the white-haired man scoffs because your bra is in the way. He didn’t bother taking it off by clasping it. He just pulled it down to expose your nipples and didn’t waste any time to lick and suck your sensitive bud, making you arch your back. Satoru’s fingers pinch your other nipple while his knee keeps on pushing and adding pressure on your sensitive pussy, still covered with your now-soaked panties.

Satoru continues to feast on you body while you squirm and moan underneath him. When he was finally done with your tits, Satoru’s kisses went even further down until he reached your skirt. Being the impatient asshole he is, he didn’t bother taking them off and just lifts it up, exposing your panties that has a wet area because of your arousal.

A smirk grew on the white-haired man’s lips and didn’t hesitate to touch the wet area using his index and middle finger. He pushes his fingers on your sensitive bud with enough pressure to have you arching your back. Satoru might be an impatient man but of course he would take your panties off to have better access on your soaking pussy.

Realizing that your cunt is now exposed of Gojo motherfucking Satoru, your hand instinctively covered your pussy as if he did not just suck your tits earlier. But seeing your pussy is different. Of course you’d be shy and flustered. He’s Gojo Satoru, for god’s sake. He’s seen more pussy other than yours.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he mumbles. “Take your hands off or I’ll tie them together.”

With that, you slowly took away your hand, letting him see your soaked pussy.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he smiles. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Satoru leans down so he can easily make contact with your cunt. His fingers rub your slit, soaking it with your juices and you couldn’t help but arch your back. A smile grows on his face and suddenly, you can feel him insert a finger inside your cunt, making you whine. His thumb draws circles around your clit that made your thighs quiver until you feel another finger being inserted inside you.

Satoru plunges his fingers in and out of you yet in a slow and sensual pace. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he inserts his digits back. A smirk forms on his glossy lips and plunges his fingers even deeper, deeper than you could reach yourself.

You’ve fingered yourself before but—god, this was so different than what you would usually feel. Is it because his fingers are thicker and longer than yours? Or is it because he’s so fucking good at it?

“Ah! Satoru!” you whine. “R-right there! Right there, please!”

The squelching noise that your pussy and Satoru’s fingers are creating together as well as your wanton moans filled the air of your apartment. You didn’t care how loud you were. You didn’t care if the walls are thin and you didn’t care if your neighbors hear you. You didn’t care about anything else, you just want Satoru to make you cum with his fingers.

Satoru’s pace becomes even more faster, but he figured that it wasn’t enough. Of course it’s not enough. He wasn’t satisfied with just using his fingers.

So he leans down and lolled his tongue out, not even hesitating to lick your sensitive clit, making you jolt and arch your back when you suddenly feel his tongue circling around your clit while his fingers plunge in and out of you. Your legs start to quiver and squirm. The sensation was too much for you that you couldn’t help but close your legs. But Satoru wasn’t done so he grips your legs apart and held the back of your thighs to keep you in place.

This time, Satoru pulls his fingers out and held your thighs in place but his tongue is doing all the work now, licking and sucking your poor overstimulated pussy. Your eyes suddenly widen and your back arched when you feel Satoru insert his tongue inside you, plunging it deeper that his nose is touching your clit.

“Oh, fuck! Satoru! It’s—ngh—too much! I can’t—!”

Your whines and moans continue but Satoru was too busy eating you. But he suddenly pulls away to look at your view. You look so fucked and he didn’t even used his cock yet.

“For someone who’s shy and quiet, you’re being awfully loud for me, sweetheart.” he chuckles before devouring your cunt again.

Satoru can already feel that you’re close. He knows you’re close so he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit and that’s when you completely lost it.

Your legs quiver on Satoru’s grip when you feel your orgasm rip through you. The sensation that Satoru made you feel had you seeing stars, something that you never felt before whenever you touch yourself and this might’ve been the first time that you came this intense. And it felt so fucking good.

Seeing your fucked out state, Satoru chuckles as he watches you catch your breath after that intense orgasm.

“You still with me?” he asks. “I haven’t even used my cock yet!”

“Then use it. Fuck me, Satoru… I want your cock inside me, please.”

“Kiss me first. Come up here and kiss me.” he smiles.

You didn’t hesitate to sit back up and reach for Satoru’s face. Your hand made their way to his cheek while the other caresses his soft white hair. He returns the kiss and inserts his tongue inside your mouth, writhing and swirling against yours. This time, Satoru settles himself next to the arm rest, laying down on the couch while his head rests on the arm rest. Now, you’re on top of him, kissing his glossy lips and grinding your aching pussy on the bulge of his pants.

“Why don’t you do the honors and take my cock out?” Satoru smirks in between your kisses.

And who were you to deny that?

So you unzip Satoru’s pants, bringing it down to reveal the bulge inside his boxers. His cock sprung free when you slid down his boxers, slapping against his lower abdomen. Its size and girth has you gulping because you haven’t seen a cock that big. Sure, you’ve fucked yourself using your dildos but none of your toys compare to Satoru’s cock. A prominent vein runs along the underside of the base of his cock, its pinkish head is releasing pre-cum that drips down to the base.

You didn’t have any idea what you were doing when you had the urge to suck Satoru’s cock. But the white-haired man didn’t have any protests, of course. In fact, his hand is guiding your head to suck on his pulsating cock. After realizing that you didn’t need any guidance, Satoru lets you do your thing.

You let your tongue swirl around the base of his cock and despite it being deep inside your throat, you’re barely even gagging as you take him deeper that your nose is touching his nicely trimmed hair. You continue to suck and lick Satoru’s cock, making him release pretty moans and groans and curses under his breath.

When he felt himself getting close, Satoru couldn’t help but grip your hair and guide your head even though you’re sucking him so well. He just needed something to hold on to and your hair was perfect.

“Ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum. Shit!” he moans until he feels himself release inside your throat. Satoru lets you pull away. Your saliva and some of his cum is leaking down your chin, making him wipe it using his thumb.

“Holy shit. That was so good,” he chuckles. “You sure it’s your first time sucking cock?”

“Uh, well, I-I had some practice,” you say, “with my… toys.”

“Who knew you were such a horny slut?” Satoru didn’t let you answer when he told you to—

“Sit on my cock,” he says. “Sit on my cock and ride me like what you do to your toys. I bet they won’t even compare to mine, huh?”

You gulp before climbing on top of him again. Satoru uses his hand to snake down his head as a pillow while his other hand holds your hips. Positioning yourself on top of him, your hand holds the base of his cock while the other is clinging on the head rest of the couch to support yourself.

You lower yourself down on Satoru’s cock and you couldn’t help but whimper and bite your lips when the tip of his cock finally went inside you. His cock is far more thicker than any of your toys that it has your legs quivering and shaking yet you still continued to lower yourself, taking all of him inside you.

When you stopped, Satoru looks up at you.

“Why’d you stop? You’re not even half way there.”

“What?” you whimper. “Is it t-that big?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “It’s that big.”

Without answering, you continue to lower yourself. Satoru is staring at how your pussy is taking him all in and how you’re struggling to. You’ve done this numerous times on your toys before but riding a real cock—his cock—is far different from that feeling, mainly because Satoru is big.

“It’s so—ah—so deep, Satoru. I don’t think I can—can’t take more.” you whimper.

“But it’s all inside you now,” he smiles. “Ah, fuck. You feel so good.”

To ease the feeling, Satoru lets you cockwarm him while his thumb rub circles on your sensitive clit. When you finally feel at ease and ready to ride him, Satoru places his hand on your hips to keep you in place as you bounce up and down on his cock.

The squelching noises every time his balls meets your skin fills the air of your apartment once again, accompanied by your loud moans and Satoru’s groans.

You can feel the tip of Satoru’s cock hitting the sweet spot of yours that has you clenching around him and every time you look down at the lewd sight below you, you can see a bulge forming on your lower stomach whenever you sink yourself down on Satoru’s cock. Although you seem to be fine riding him and taking all of his cock, you couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes and you even use your hand to cover the lower half of your face since his cerulean eyes are staring right at you.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, slut. You’re riding my cock and yet you still have the nerve to be shy? C’mon, don’t hide yourself,” Satoru grins when he grips both of your hips and lowers you down.

“Ah! Satoru! What are you—ah!”

You couldn’t seem to think straight when he took the initiative to guide you on his cock in a fast and rough pace. Every time he sinks your body down his cock, his hips would thrust up and meet your movement, making the lewd noises even more louder and harder than before.

“Ngh! Fuck, ‘Toru! It’s so deep! So good!”

“Yeah? It’s better than riding those plastic cocks you own, huh?” he chuckles, followed by a moan. “God, you feel so fucking good. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“‘m gonna—gonna cum, Satoru! ‘m so close! So close!”

“Do it. Cum on my cock.”

With that, your orgasm rip through you once more. Your legs quiver on top of Satoru and your chest making rapid up and down motions, letting you catch your breath while you half-lidded eyes try to open despite being fucked out after releasing another intense orgasm, but this time, on Satoru’s cock.

When you decided to get off Satoru’s still hard cock, he tells you to—

“Bend over the couch.”

And who were you to disobey?

Satoru positions your upper body to bend over the arm rest of the couch, placing a hand wrapped around the back of your neck. Wasting no time, Satoru plunges his cock inside of you again, making you let out a muffled whine.

This time, Satoru didn’t let you relax on his cock and continues to pump inside you in a fast pace. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you. His gaze his on the lewd sight of your pussy taking him all in, observing the white ring around his cock.

Who knew he’d be fucking the smartest and shyest girl in his literature class? Who fucking knew that that shy and quiet girl is secretly a horny slut who is begging for him to fuck her harder until she can’t think?

“Oh, fuck! Satoru! Yesyesyes! Fuck me harder, please!”

“Easy.” he mumbles before fucking into you so deep that it reaches your cervix, making you grip the sheets of the couch and whine so loud that you’re sure that everyone in your apartment building heard how you’re being fucked so good.

As Satoru keeps his rough and fast pace consistent, you couldn’t seem to let out coherent words anymore and your eyes are now teary from the pleasure that Satoru is giving you. Your toes are curling and your hands are gripping the sheets as you feel yourself releasing another intense orgasm out of you.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum—gonna cum! ‘m close, Toru! Satoru! Fuck!”

“Yeah, cum on my cock again! Oh, god. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!

Satoru quickly pulls out of you before he can release. His hand pumps his cock, releasing his cum on your back while your thighs are now soaked with your juices that drips down your legs. The two of you catch your breath but Satoru pulls you in to kiss you.

“You just proved me right, sweetheart,” he mumbles in between your kisses. “Now let’s work on that essay, yeah?” he pulls away and smiles, as if he didn’t just fucked the words and ideas out of you.

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