#saturo gojou

[queen-quintonz]

NANAMI NATION WAKE UP WE GOT BABY NANAMI

HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE AND BETTER THAN THE MANGA BLESSS

He looks so adorable i’m actually going to cry, he looks so done with everything *cough* Gojou.

Ijichi probably looks even more tired 😂

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[insomniasymphony]

Gojo x Geto Threeshot (3/3)

Title: Past Summer Lies Important: Read the first chapter here on Tumblr or on Ao3!

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“I don't want to admit it, but I was probably a coward.” “You? The idiot with the big mouth?” “Didn't you have one too?” “Only when I thought about it... Always when everything was normal between us.”

Satoru and Suguru, maybe one day in the afterlife

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His hands are all sweaty.

He can still change his mind, put the match aside and forget about Suguru. The last conversations were good enough. He had his fun. He was allowed to think back and just be the boy he was back then for a moment. Getting greedy was out of the question.

But if he doesn’t light the last hair and perform this ritual one last time, he’ll never get off the spot. He has realised this in the last three weeks. Whenever he has tried to concentrate on all the problems he has been made to face, all he can think of is Geto. Geto’s body, which now belongs to Kenjaku.

“I guess it’s time to come clean, huh?” Satoru can hardly believe it himself. In his entire life, he has never had to be as honest as he is in these breaths as he lights the candle and waits.

The flame that flickers upwards this time seems to mock him and the brief seconds of silence thunder in his ears. In the next blink of an eye, Gojo turns round and Suguru’s reproving smile constricts his throat.

“Is this going to be your new hobby now?” Brows raised, mockery spread around the room. “You really need some friends, Satoru.”

“Maybe,” he replies more tensely than he intended, but in this room, between them, today, there is no more space for games. He has to savour every second. “But I’m not ready for new friends yet.”

This time, Geto’s eyes widen before he crosses his arms in front of his chest and tilts his head. “Why are you so stiff?”

“Because this will probably be the last time we see each other like this.”

“And why did you summon me today?”

Satoru’s hands briefly clench into fists. It’s probably what most people always talk about when they complain about insecurity. This childish feeling between defiance, reluctance and the realisation he has to reveal all his secrets if he doesn’t want to regret this moment.

Still, his lips are dry as dust when he opens his mouth. “To tell you that ... you were my best friend, Suguru.” He straightens his shoulders. “And ... that beyond this ... I loved you. Not like a brother, but like a mate. Like a man. Like ... a part of me.”

Geto’s answer is silence. Only his slack features, slightly open mouth and slumped shoulders show he has understood every word. Every statement has reached him.

At least that is a success, but not a significant one in Gojo’s eyes.

“Admitting is hard, isn’t it?” He slowly averts his eyes. What is he doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t he actually be living a life and fulfilling his duties? Somehow?

“Maybe I should have said that earlier,” Satoru continues, his thoughts tumbling over each other. Everything in him wants an answer. Something on Geto’s part to make this moment less depressing.

A joke would also be fine.

And indeed, after a few breaths, Suguru finds the strength to push his voice over his lips. “I know.”

“You know?”

“Satoru... Of course I know. How could I not have known after we dared to do it back then? Just because we dismissed it as a joke? Did you believe for a second we didn’t actually know better?”

Back then. He remembers. It was one of those dreary days when you didn’t know what to do because it was raining. Back then, on that day, they broke all the rules. They both knew it. They knew it very well.

And yet he believed at the time the memory would fade.

In these seconds, however, Satoru knows he was – and probably still is – nothing more than a foolish idiot.

.

One magazine slipped off the leaning tower of erotic magazines they had effortlessly tossed onto the floor. A secret collection from a younger student whose name they had forgotten.

“At least you can’t deny he has taste.” Judging by the cover, Suguru was holding the magazine the wrong way, so Gojo had to turn his head painfully round to read the words “Smokin’ Birds”.

“Do you think so?”

“Don’t you?”

He shrugged his shoulders casually. The women in the magazines were beautiful to look at, but there was nothing really erotic about them. Even Geto looked better than most of these women – probably a great compliment for a man.

“Maybe the right one will come,” Satoru interjected, and while Geto shook his head with a grin, Gojo threw his magazine aside. “I know we’re supposed to be learning something, but ... before I pick up one of those boring books they gave us, I’d rather take a nap. Wake me up when it’s too late.”

“You realise you’re in a hell of a lot of trouble if you can’t recite the contents?”

“I’m a genius. I just flick through the pages quickly beforehand.”

“Like last time?” Slowly, Suguru pushed himself to his feet. “You’ll be kicked out for stupidity.”

Before Gojo knew it, Suguru hit him on the head with the rolled-up magazine. Not hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make him groan.

Sometimes Geto simply misunderstood the world. No one would throw a genius as strong as him, Satoru damn Gojo, out of this institute. His clan was too powerful and his skill too advanced for that. Everything about him was too good to be thrown out because of a bit of laziness.

But Suguru saw it differently, and the magazine landed on Gojo’s head two more times before he grabbed his best friend and pulled his legs out from under him. The noise as he hit the ground butt-first was unmistakable and when Satoru stood over him, Geto only let out an amused snort.

“Too big a mouth,” was all his buddy could manage before he kicked Gojo against the knee.

The sudden loss of balance brought Satoru down. Surely, in front of Geto, he could afford that kind of carelessness, despite any stupidity behind it. Simultaneously, electrifying pain shot through him as he hit one knee and bent over Suguru, panting briefly. With his hands braced on the ground on either side of him, Gojo twisted his mouth briefly before looking at Geto.

Mouth open, there were a thousand things he could have cursed; but all that ran through him was heat. The few centimetres of distance they had between them would have disappeared in under a second if he leaned forward. It reminded him of the kiss. Of the moment Suguru had pressed against him because they had both shown strange courage.

Bravery that pounded in Gojo’s chest and ensnared him as Suguru’s breath reached his skin. His friend’s dark eyes bored into him. For a moment, it seemed as if his soul had fallen naked into the hands of another – and the thought behind it settled firmly in Satoru’s mind.

“Seems like you’re pining for me, Suguru.” A stupid sentence. Yet it was also one of those sayings he could turn into a joke within seconds if he just smiled wryly and laughed. A bit like in those films where best friends get angry and make offensive jokes. No seriousness. Just kidding around.

“You’re serious?” Geto’s eyebrows lifted. He hadn’t shown disapproval yet.

“Of course,” Satoru confirmed. He was still allowed to remain serious. “How about now? Right here on the floor?” He leant further down to Suguru, almost able to plant a kiss on his lips. “If you let me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to stand hearing my name anymore.”

“Because I shout it so many times?” The corners of Geto’s mouth curled into a smile.

“Most certainly.” It was the right moment. Suguru’s lips twitched. He probably took all this as a joke. All that was left was to laugh and sit up and it would all be over. As always.

But this time, the tide turned. Caught up in his thoughts, Satoru realised too late when Geto pushed him underneath him. Within a breath, they had swapped places and the soft sound of astonishment was smothered behind a brisk kiss that Suguru pressed against him unwaveringly. Tangerine was in the air and only the certainty these seconds were real forced Gojo to close his eyes for a moment. A pleasure he wanted to savour before it ended.

When Suguru broke away from him, only a mischievous smile remained on his face. No doubts, no questions about the ethics they kept throwing overboard, anyway. Only simple words remained. “Are you sure you want this? Not that you’re trying to run away in the middle of it.”

What was there to say no to? Closeness? Affection making his heart beat faster, while Geto’s eyes were like a prison cell from which he could no longer escape?

“I don’t see any reason to run away,” Satoru said with a crooked grin on his lips. Wry, but honest. “But shouldn’t the girl be on the bottom?”

“You are already on the bottom.” A deep laugh escaped from Suguru’s throat and although protest would have been the right thing to do – after all, a Satoru Gojo was definitely not a man who belonged under someone else – he remained silent. He would let Suguru have this one victory. Just like that; to then pull him down into a kiss – a bit like in the classroom where he had once tried to remain serious.

Soft heat nestled against his skin and as he opened his mouth to let Suguru in, it was his best friend’s hands that crept to the waistband of his trousers. Fingertips undid the button, tugged at the fabric, and pulled it down to his knees. He left the rest to Gojo. An unusually strange task, in which he slipped off his shoes and awkwardly kicked his long legs to get legroom.

Suguru commented curtly with a snort, his tongue deep in Satoru’s mouth, intent on exploring every inch. Touches danced through Gojo’s body like jolts of electricity as he ran his hands over Geto’s back.

For the first time, he explored this foreign body. All the ideas he had spun repeatedly in his head were given a solid construct, a hint of reality he could no longer shake off. Feeling Suguru’s muscles beneath the fabric, travelling along his spine, sensing every movement, his nerves twitched – right down to the tips of his toes.

Simultaneously, Geto’s skilful hands grabbed him by the waist and turned him around with momentum as soon as he had released himself from Satoru’s lips. Immediately afterwards, he tugged down the tight boxer shorts and the strangely unsettling chill settling on Gojo’s ass forced him to glance over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Raising his brows, he tried to block out the throbbing in his loins.

“Preparing you,” Suguru replied. “Don’t tell me this is your first time...”

“Don’t tell me you think I’m just going to give everyone here my ass!”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.” Suguru merely shrugged his shoulders before spreading Gojo’s behind and opening his mouth. Against all expectations, he let spit slide off his tongue in a thick thread, straight onto the opening, which only elicited a shudder from Satoru.

However, he remained silent.

Admitting he had often thought about a situation like this was as out of the question as admitting he had no idea how to approach sex between two men. In his dreams it had always been the same: Lie down, spread Suguru’s legs, penetrate, feel his best friend and listen to his moans.

Geto, however, proved the mistake in all of this. He used the given moisture to slide a finger into Gojo. An unpleasant feeling that almost made him hiss. Instead, he clenched his hands into fists and waited – his eyes fixed on the ground. In these blinks of an eye, he wanted to concentrate solely on the feeling. On the finger inside him, on the movements nestling against him and on the tingling that travelled all the way to his penis.

The hardness that formed between his legs went unnoticed for the time being.

When renewed moisture slid over his testicles this time, Gojo’s body didn’t even shudder before he drew in a sharp breath. A second finger pressed into him, widening him and eliciting a soft purr from Suguru.

“You really are still a virgin.”

“Could you stop making stupid comments?” Raising his voice, almost every hair on Satoru’s body stood on end as he glanced over his shoulder again and met his friend’s amused smile.

“I try to sound like you for once and you fly right off the handle.” He pushed his fingers harder into Satoru, robbing him of a moan that released itself from every fibre of his body. Only a click of his tongue clarified his thought.

He would never have said such things! At least, probably not. Well, maybe.

Damn.

The movements inside him rubbed, stimulated his senses, tensed his shoulders and repeatedly elicited soft sounds he didn’t want to recognise. All the while, he felt Suguru’s warmth, his body, the seconds in which he leant down to Gojo and bit the top of his ear. Lust released, twitching through Gojo’s body, making his toes cramp. Behind him, Gojo’s voice nestled against his ears.

“Give me more of that, Satoru.”

Simple words, soft as honey, penetrated Gojo’s mind and mellowed his senses. The nibbling on his ear wouldn’t let up. The tightness in his bum suddenly craved more and his skin was on fire. Each moan passing his lips in irregular bursts joined Suguru’s movements, his fingers thrusting into him until Gojo pressed lightly against them and the soundless laughter of his best friend sucking every ounce of strength from his legs.

And then, all at once, Suguru’s fingers faded. Instead, strong hands once again wrapped around Gojo’s hips, turning him and forcing his gaze to the ceiling briefly before he looked up into black eyes whose gleam took over the world.

“Convince me, Satoru. Show me you mean it.” Suguru licked his lips. His body bent over Gojo, his stiff cock pressed tightly against the waistband of his dark blue baggy pants. His pale skin compared to Suguru’s dark uniform made the veins on his penis twitch – maybe his whole body flinched – and when he reached out for Geto, the rest of him acted almost on instinct.

Harshly, he pulled his best friend’s lips onto his own. He placed his free hand on the fabric of his trousers, on the spot behind which he could feel Suguru’s slight hardness. He rubbed over the area, felt his way up, undid the button and a little later slipped behind the zip to feel the heat of another.

Simultaneously, he detached himself from Suguru’s mouth, releasing him and yet breathing his every thought unconcealed. “Is that all?”

“Oh, I’ve got more.”

It was like a game. A childish back and forth with adult needs in between. Seconds in which Suguru opened the top of the uniform on Gojo’s body and exposed his naked chest. His fingers felt their way to the nipples, gripping them, twisting them with gentle force and forcing Satoru to grip his friend’s cock tighter than planned. Suguru’s sigh still dripped down on him like hot candle wax and, as he massaged his friend’s hardness, the coldness between his own legs continued to grow.

“Take your clothes off already...” Whispering was all Gojo could manage, but Suguru was close enough. He understood every word, and the smirk on his lips gave him confirmation before he sat up and took off his top. The trousers and soled tabi followed barely a blink later and the boxer shorts disappeared between two quick movements Satoru could barely follow this time.

Instead, his eyes lingered on Geto’s penis, on the warm flesh he had just held in his hands and which now, freed from all the fabric, looked much bigger than he had imagined. The excited twitching, the veins, the light-coloured skin, the sheen of barely noticeable moisture on the tip, drove Gojo’s few clear thoughts away for good. The sight was too similar to what he had dreamed of on some nights.

Before he could completely lose himself in the sight of Suguru, in the abdominal muscles, in the black hair, in the thoughts of sex, Geto grabbed him by the wrist. In one fluid movement, Satoru sat up straight, was yanked to the side, and the very next moment was squatting over Suguru. The sudden change made him blink. His senses snapped into place. He couldn’t fade under his friend’s touch any longer!

“What, did you have to realise you’re not as dominant as you thought?” Raising his upper body slightly, Gojo finally removed the top of his uniform.

“What are you thinking?” Geto’s smirk remained the same before he pointed his finger downwards. It was impossible not to follow with his eyes and get stuck on Suguru’s penis again. “I’m just giving you the opportunity to prove to me you’re not planning to run away. Sit down.”

“I’ve never run away before!” Raising his chin, Gojo lifted his nose. It was probably a lie that escaped him when he did nothing all day but run away from the tingling in his chest whenever he saw Geto. But admitting all that would have been just another point of ridicule.

So he reached for Suguru’s cock. Then he slowly lowered himself until the tip hit his entrance and his own penis twitched. His muscles temporarily refused to move any further. It seemed as if nothing in him wanted to reach his goal. The trembling of his legs made him sigh. Suguru’s hands lay on his skin, massaging the inside of his thighs, easing the tension and widening Satoru a little more as he finally settled down. Geto’s hot cock inside him, stretching every inch of his flesh, chased several waves through Gojo’s body. He gripped his penis with one hand, trying to prevent it from twitching, but failed due to the trembling of his own hand.

The weakness consuming him in those seconds was endless; shameful and arousing all in one.

“How does it feel?” Geto’s question dragged him out of his delirium of constant uncertainty. The attempt to say something still failed in Satoru’s lungs.

“I-I don’t know.” It was probably a bit of honesty he had saved for a moment like this. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy Suguru’s thirst for knowledge.

Without warning, Geto sat up and wrapped his arms around Satoru. Tightness locked him in, warmth engulfed him and when his best friend dug his fingers into his side, it was the loss of control causing him to gasp. Geto’s pelvis pressed against him as he took advantage of Satoru’s weakness to direct him. His body lifted, Suguru’s penis slipped out of him a little, and then his body lowered all the more firmly, only to take the mass inside again.

“You don’t seem to want to let go of me at all.” Suguru’s whisper nestled against Gojo’s ears, just as his abdominal muscles touched his cock whenever he leaned forward slightly. There was no way out, no freedom, just the tightness in his ass, the lust on his lips and the trembling between his legs. Words to respond stuck to his tongue.

Suguru’s movements quickened in the meantime. He pushed harder, forcing Gojo’s body firmly into his lap and taking his breath away. Moans escaped from Satoru’s lips. His hands clawed into Geto’s shoulders. The sound of colliding skin shook him in step with the lustful thrusts his hips followed more and more independently. Feeling Geto inside him was good. It felt right – like he was melting into the other’s body, similar to the feeling of overflowing energy when a fight broke out.

“Suguru...” His lips formed the only word, the only name he wanted to recognise in all of this. The tightness of the embrace loosened. Geto leaned back, and the free opportunity to slide his hands over his partner’s upper body didn’t go unused.

His fingertips played around the hardness of his chest. Massaging his nipples elicited pleasured gasps from Suguru, lustful melodies Satoru couldn’t resist. He paused at Geto’s abdominal muscles, bracing himself a little against him before closing his eyes and focussing on the thrusts again. Movements that weren’t enough.

“You’re slacking, Suguru.” With a wry smile on his lips, Gojo hung his head. White hair crept into his vision, fixing his gaze on the infinite blackness of Geto, whose upper body he had pressed down.

“You want more?” A question, nothing more than a murmur.

Gojo’s hips simply didn’t stop. “I want it ... harder.”

His request literally prompted Suguru. Once again, they changed positions in a single, fluid movement and, for a moment, Geto’s penis slipped out of him. What remained was a throbbing, the desire for more – so strong Gojo thought that anything would have been fine to replace the sudden emptiness. But ultimately it was only Suguru’s cock he wanted. His best friend’s penis, deep inside him, connected and entwined as if they did nothing else every day but fuck each other to climax.

With his legs bent, he surrendered to Geto – the man who untied the knot on his head with a simple gesture and let his long hair fall over his shoulders. It reached straight down to his chest, in a silky gloss; a warm black colour.

Then he thrust his cock into Satoru again. It was just one move, a single moment in which Gojo submitted – placing his feet over Suguru’s broad shoulders and letting out a sigh escaping from deep within himself.

“Is it good?” Geto’s voice reached him somewhere on the edge before Satoru put an arm in front of his eyes.

“Harder.”

So Suguru grabbed Gojo by the thighs and spread his legs. His fingers slid to his hips, gripped him, lifted his pelvis slightly and suddenly held him so tightly Satoru could feel the sperm running out of his cock – straight down his skin. Geto’s next thrust was much harder. He pressed himself completely into Satoru with full force, filling every centimetre and eliciting a moan from Gojo with nothing more than a “more”.

“Your first time and you’re already spoilt.” Suguru’s amused snort lasted only a moment before he moved; before the hard thrusts became more and the slapping of skin released shortness of breath in Satoru.

“This... is entirely... your fault,” Gojo replied. Every twitch in his body squeezed transparent fluid out of him. His penis throbbed and seemed tense to the point of tearing. Everything in him wanted to let go, but his body wouldn’t give in.

“Touché.” Suguru ruined him. The resistance that had been so clear at the beginning was now missing. His mate penetrated him easily, firmly and relentlessly, quickly and yet uniformly – once almost every second.

Heat built up under Gojo’s skin. Every further moan dried out his throat. His ass throbbed dully, fading more and more under Gojo’s movements.

And when his best friend leaned down to him, when his black hair tickled Satoru’s cheek, it was a simple word, a gasp forcing through Gojo’s spine.

“Sa-to-ru.”

The tension faded. Gojo’s legs spread wider. His feet braced themselves lightly against the ground, but couldn’t find enough strength to escape Suguru’s strong hip thrusts. Cum splashed onto his stomach, spreading heat and making everything else frighteningly cool.

Geto, meanwhile, sat up, head back in his neck, panting in a steady singsong on his lips. “I’m coming!”

As if it was the most normal thing in the world, Satoru tried to meet him. His heavy breathing stopped for a moment. His muscles relaxed far enough to take it all in and his brain short-circuited. “Inside me...”

The pleasure pouring into Gojo barely a second later tingled all the way to the tip of his cock. Immediately afterwards, Suguru settled down next to him. Turning his head to the side, Satoru’s blue gaze met the infinite expanse of a dark universe. All the dreams he had sometimes had were nothing compared to these minutes. This sex was more than wish fulfilment. It was the key to expressing those feelings still fluttering warmly inside him.

It was very simple. He just had to open his mouth and say it. A few words. A simple statement.

Affection that withered unspoken between them.

.

“I ... missed the right moment back then.” A heavy sigh escapes Satoru. The memory of that time, of their togetherness, of all the unspoken words between them, still clung to him. “But I loved you, Suguru. I did ... I really did.”

Geto’s gaze lowers. He is only a small part of who he used to be, but he can still remember and feel. At least that’s one belief to cling to.

“I felt the same way,” his best friend finally confesses. “I still love you.”

The words stand between them like forgotten times – heavy and impenetrable. The feelings hanging between them are probably a component that could have changed everything that happened. Maybe Geto wouldn’t have taken the wrong path. He would never have died and Kenjaku would never have got his body.

Only the thought hurts so much behind his forehead that Satoru has to put a hand over his eyes.

They could have had the entire world. Instead, they are now facing each other in the presence of death. A distance nobody is allowed to bridge, but that doesn’t stop Gojo from closing the gap.

His long legs carry him to Suguru. Arms outstretched, he dares to jump into the cold water. He tries to hug his friend, but there is no resistance. He can’t touch him. Still, he keeps his arms raised. Pretending is the only comfort he can breathe in these seconds.

“I should have been more honest.” Gojo’s eyelids droop. “Just a little.”

“Me too,” Suguru admits, and it’s his step back that separates them.

The gleam in his eyes is one Satoru doesn’t recognise. There have never been tears between them. Still, Geto stands there, his eyes moist, his shoulders shaking. His breathing is irregular and his voice trembles.

“Satoru... May I ask you one last favour?”

He doesn’t want to agree. Agreeing means the moment between them ends. Simultaneously, this damned incantation won’t last forever. His only option is to give in.

“What more can you want ... in your condition?” The joke, the light teasing, sticks dry on his tongue. The time for jokes is over.

Suguru knows it just as well as Satoru. He avoids a stupid retort and sticks to the topic instead. The atmosphere isn’t getting any lighter. “Please... Kill that damn bastard.”

“Kenjaku?”

Geto nods. “Make this stop, Satoru. Make sure he doesn’t consume and use my body any more. Give me the chance ... to let go ... so my soul can find peace ... even if I probably don’t deserve it.”

It’s a simple plea behind glassy eyes that do their best not to let the tears out. Even in death, he holds his true feelings captive – albeit only half as strong.

“I promise,” is the only encouragement Satoru musters, and Geto’s faint smile shortly thereafter makes every single word a little more special.

He approaches Suguru again. If he focusses all his energy on it, if he lets Geto be part of him, then maybe he can kiss him again.

His arms seem to wrap around Suguru’s shoulders. The scent of fresh tangerine hangs in the air and the plan seems to work out – before a sigh escapes Geto, followed by last words before he fades away. The last kiss fails in the blink of an eye. The flame in the background dies. Darkness engulfs the room.

Suguru Geto is gone. His words lie like lead in the surroundings.

Yet Gojo steels his spirit. One hand pressed firmly to his chest, his next move is set.

“I know,” he finally whispers. “I’ll meet you in the afterlife.”

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[sanemisfleshlight]

A Quiet Classroom

kinktober day twelve

Saturo Gojou x student!reader

disclaimer: reader is in her third year and is eighteen.

warnings: semi-public sex, gagging, muzzle?, rough sex, lost virginity, cherry popping, blood, oral (f!receiving)

summary: after your sensei skillfully made you cum with his tongue many time, he takes charge in getting his nut, whatever it takes. Despite you being a virgin. ;)

A/N: if you enjoy my work feel free to make requests for any Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, & Fairy Tail characters

It was after school hours, chairs already flipped onto there assigned desks. The lights to most classroom are off. With the exception of classes being used for clubs, or teachers staying finishing up grading for the end of the year. The halls and classrooms for the most part were quiet. The gaming club reserved the computer lab, for a super smash bros tournament for the last day of school. The rest of the halls classes were dark, quiet, & empty. With an exception of one classroom. It was a couple doors away from the lab, that one was still dark and.. somewhat quiet. But not empty as all…

You’re bent over the teachers desk, legs shaking with sweat dropping from your brow. Your moans would be echoing throughout the hallway. If it weren’t for your panties balled up in your mouth. With you trying your best not to be gagging on them. While your sensei, Saturo Gojou fucking you like your a bitch in heat.

Everything escalated so quick for you to be at this point, under your sensei. You originally came to your sensei’s class to say goodbye and thanks for being a great teacher. Since you’ve finally graduated, you wanted to see your favorite teacher before you go. And well your sensei wanted to say goodbye in his own way, with his tongue of course. Only the best for his favorite student he’s been lusting for. He said goodbye in his own way until you came for the third time. But after that Gojou sensei felt he was owed his own parting give.

Your skirt is flipped over your ass. Gojou-sensei’s hands are digging to your ass so hard, you can feel the crescent shape of his nails marking you. His pinning your hips deep into the desk to keep it rattling. As he plunges in and out of you with all his might. Your biting into your panties, as continuous muffled moan pour into them. The rubbing of his cock against your wall hurt but in a good way. In a way that your walls are fluttering against him.

He knows he should be gentle and all. I mean you just confessed that you were a virgin before all of this. But after watching you face contort in pleasure, as you moaned against his big hand when he was eating you out earlier. To when you were frantically whispering him to stop while you tried to push his head away. Because you thought you were going to pee. When you really squirted all over his face and hair. Had his cock scraping against his zipper so bad, definitely not a good day to go commando. Any common sense and empathy was thrown out the window, once he flipped you over. Getting a good look of your ass, and dripping cunt for him.

But now that this moment he’s on a mission to finally fill up his star student. He’s biting his lip hard to keep from moaning out himself. The only think you can hair from him other then his hips and balls slapping against you. Are low deep growls from his chest. He really is fucking you shamelessly, like two dogs mating.

At this point your loosing the balance in legs, your brain is going dumb from his aggressive pace he’s set. But what really gets you is when pulls his cock completely out of you. Just to slam it back in with so much momentum. That your feel a sharp pain, and the gush of liquid. Making you screech in the panties. Your sensei would scold you for not being quiet, if the gaming club didn’t have loud cheering spilling into the hallway.

As he continues to fuck you he can see blood spilling from your cunt, and coating his cock and balls. He falters his pace for a moment. Before he lets out a teasing laugh. Before bending down to whisper in your ear. “Looks like your Cherry has finally been popped”. At this point your exhausted, your brain has gone dumb, your eyes are half lidded. And your also starting to loose your balance.

Since Gojou is determined to get his nut, he flips your over on your back. Puts your tired legs over his shoulders. To continue his paces, while you scramble your hands around the desk. Looking for something to clutch onto when your settle for the edge of the desk about your head. With this angle somehow he’s hitting more sweet spots them before. Making a flurry of loud moans seems through the panties in your mouth. Too loud for your sensei’s liking. So he puts his hand over the panties and your mouth. Leaving you only to be able to breathe through your nose. With the panties being pushed down your mouth more. Making you gag against them and his hand.

At this point your eyes are rolled back into your head. Your tots are bouncing in a fury. Your blood is spreading through your thighs and his. That sight is the thing that finally sets Gojou to the edge. As he’s finally being able to reach his high. He pushes your legs off him. As he bury his cock as deep as he can in your cunt. While he wraps his arms around your hips, holding them up to him. Stilling himself and you, as his cum fills your cervix and cunt.

Once he’s finished, he pulls himself while stroking himself at the sight of you. A shit eating grin, seeing you like this. Since it’s totally out of your character. The cum and blood seeping from your cunt, gives an almost pinkish color. The panties in your mouth soaked with your saliva and cum. He feels honored that he was able to take your virginity.

Him wanted to see more of you. He lowers his face to yours. Pulling your panties from your mouth. The moment he did your panting for air. “How would you like it, if I gave you an F. So we can see each other for summer school?. He says smoothly in your ear. “I” you gasp for air, “I’d very much like that”. “Like that, what?” He repeats back at you, reminding you that your forgot something. You blush so hard you feel your face is like on fire. “I’d very much like that, Sensei” making Gojou smile and pat your head gently “Gold girl”

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rubbing on satoru’s undercut while he’s eating it or deep inside you… walk with me, you have to see the vision. 

when he’s not wearing his blindfold, his hair just falls, and it’s so fucking hot, but what’s even hotter is when he’s swirling his tongue around your folds and clit and your hand slides under his hair and touches his undercut. 

he loves that shit. the first time you did it, it sends chills then tingles down his spine, and his dick stood up, it was like a sensory thing, and he liked it so much, he felt like a dog. 

the only thing he needed was a “good boy” to go with it, and he’ll be living til one hundred. 

it was one of those things that only you did. before he met you and had relationships and hook-ups, no one ever touched his undercut; it’s almost like it wasn’t there, but with you, it was always there. 

whenever he went in for a kiss you’ll place your hand right there, while he was eating your pussy, it was right there, while he was laying on top of you, it was right there. 

something he barely paid attention to because it wasn’t acknowledged was something he thought about all the time because you touched and rubbed it all the time. 

any time he was missing you, he would always slide his hand under his hair and rub his undercut, and your pretty face would come to mind with all the memories of your hand on it. 

there was something so sensational about you rubbing on his undercut and your hands sliding down to his back. as much as it turned him on it always brought him comfort over time. 

even while sucking on your breast, his tongue swirling on your areola, his hands down your pants, and his fingers pumping inside of you, his eyes would flutter shut from how good it felt. 

or when he was deep inside you and his tip making contact with your sweet spot every time as he moaned and grunted in your ear as your walls clamped on all sides of his length, if your hand grazed his undercut he would cum. 

it’s like you had him under your spell. 

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[saintsole]

if his sorcerer career ends i hope he does porn

art by: Bom61487782 on twt!

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[inupibaldspot]

Walk him like a dog

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : The first year trio are watching Gojo who is completely head over heels for you.

To the world, Gojo Satoru is the strongest but to the people who know him Gojo Satoru is a menace.

When he was in high school, he was a different breed. Yaga could not sleep at times from all the stress Gojo would cause; be it either an earful from the higher ups or checking the news only to find out there had been an explosion conveniently where Gojo’s mission was assigned.

Sometimes he would get pictured sent to him by the problem student himself, a picture with a beaten up enemy and Gojo winking at the camera with a note saying ‘Yay~ another victory! I mean it’s as normal as breathing for me (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ’

Even when Yaga would use his authority and lecture him, sometimes Gojo Satoru would not listen; be it simply ignoring or rebutting it with his opinion— an opinion no one asks for.

And when that happens, Yaga would pull out his secret weapon ‘You’! He didn’t use this card all the time but at time Gojo was simply so uncooperative, he had to! Any word coming from you would be listened to by him as if it were law. Right now, at the age of 28 he seemed to have matured- no stopped acting as childish and Yaga didn’t have to rely on you so often.

That same Yaga watches from the window at his new first years— Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumi— behind a bush, hiding peeking over to you and Gojo who were on a bench.

“Ah…” Kugisaki sweat dropped at the pair. “Gojo-sensei is so smitten.” She said observing at how you were simply reading a book, as Gojo yaps away but one thing very obvious was the gentle look he gave you.

When you finally looked Gojo’s way, their white haired teacher suddenly stops, they notice a faint blush peeping under his blindfolds and when he does starts talking he stammers. THE Gojo Satoru was stammering, biting his tongue simply because you were looking at him.

“Kugisaki, let’s leave.” Itadori covers his eyes, his right eye peeps through the cracks of his fingers. “Sensei is doing such a bad job at flirting with y/n, I’m getting embarrassed.”

Kugisaki lifts her hands and grabs the collar of Itadori’s and starts shaking it. “This is the closest we’re getting to romance in this school and I want to be the witness.” She grits her teeth.

Just then Nanami walks along the path, making the pair look over. You smile as you call out. “Nanami-kun.”

Nanami stops and waits as you stand from your bench, walking over to greet him. The students stare; as soon as you got off the bench and walks Gojo follows suit not even a millisecond later.

Kugisaki cringes. “He is like a puppy…”

They could vaguely hear Gojo start to make fun of Nanami, but when you think his ‘joke’ was a slight bit too harsh; they watch you give Gojo a side eye and almost immediately their teacher shuts up.

‘y/n has the strongest sorcerer at the palm of their hands .’ Kugisaki and Itadori collectively thought.

Before Kugisaki could comment she senses a small wet feeling on her forehead, then another and then she was drowning in it. Suddenly it started raining.

“Geh. Let’s get out of here.” Kugisaki says as she quickly brought her hands up to cover her bangs. “I don’t want my hair to frizz up.”

Itadori and Fushiguro follows her lead as they walk away to the nearby building and when they did reach shelter, Kugisaki quickly turns around to check on their teacher and you, a fellow sorcerer.

Her mouth drops slightly taking in the situation at hand, Nanami was no where in sight. She assumes he left because of the rain too.

But that wasn’t the focus.

Her eyes were focused on Gojo and you, holding hands smiling fondly at each other, she also noted that he was using ‘Infinity’ to not get wet from the rain.

Gojo laughs as he raises one of your hands high which makes you let out laugh, but complies as you proceed to twirl. As soon as you make two twirls, their teacher places his hands on your face as his leans down, his lips on yours.

Kugisaki and Itadori squeal and blushes at the intimate scene infront of them, jumping. “Sensei, finally did it! He kissed y/n—!” Itadori smiles.

They watch you smile into the kiss and you bring your hands up behind his neck, slowly trailing them into his hair, deepening the kiss.

“I’m so happy,Kugisaki.” Itadori wipes his tears with the back of his hands, extremely happy for his teacher’s happiness and success in his love life.

“I don’t know why you guys are making such a fuss.” Fushiguro finally decides to add into the antics of his classmates.

“Huh?” Kugisaki quickly turns and glares at the dark haired man. ”Is your heart made of stone or something,Fushiguro?”

“Yeah! I heard Gojo-sensei basically raised you.” Itadori chirps in. “You should be more happy for him.”

Kugisaki nods in agreement.

“I mean…” Fushiguro sighs as his hands are up massaging his temple, mentally preparing for the outburst to come.

“They’re married…”

“Ehhhhh???”

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[dysaren]

husband!gojo ✮| headcannons

gojoxfem!reader

MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), sfw&nsfw, arranged marriage, slight angst, comfort, pet names, flufflufffluff!, cunnilingus, gojo is pussy whipped, fingering, creamycreamycreamiest creampies, reader calls gojo daddy!, tummypushing

a/n: i had a dream abt this with some random guy and when i woke up i was so disappointed :(( LOL angwah heres some quick gojo headcannons bc i truly miss him and im so lonely.

husband!gojo who you married per each family’s request, making your marriage an arranged one.

husband!gojo who hated the idea of being tied down.

husband!gojo who couldnt wait for the ceremony to end, however when he watched you walk down the aisle, looking so innocent, he felt a tug at his heartstrings.

husband!gojo who didnt know what to do when on your honeymoon. he didnt know whether or not to interact with you or to keep his distance like he promised himself. he decides for the latter.

husband!gojo who enjoys coming to work everyday after his honeymoon because his cute little wife always delivers his lunch to him despite not asking you to.

husband!gojo who starts to soften even more when he sees that you wait for him to come home from work. youre usually sleeping on the couch. he gently scoops you up in his arms and takes you to bed.

husband!gojo who sees that you start getting tired of the routine after a while. making his lunches, waiting for him to come home late. you stop delivering his lunches personally, opting to just give it to him before he leaves in the morning. he doesnt see you when he comes home either.

husband!gojo who makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you . he missed you.

husband!gojo who feels you wake the next morning, obviously confused to see his arms around you. he sighs before bringing you closer to his chest.

husband!gojo who whispers apologies and sweet nothings in your ear as you settle yourself into him with suspicion.

he strokes your head as he says. “im sorry. i know you didnt want this marriage either. im sorry that youve been doing all this alone. i promise ill be here for you. just tell me what you need and i will do everything to help you. youve changed me y/n.”

you look at him, with creased eyebrows, obviously still not trusting him fully.

“ill give you time.” husband!gojo sighs as he lets go of you to get ready for work. you still make him lunch that day.

husband!gojo who comes home and doesnt see you on the couch. he understands that he needs to wait for your response but there is a small part of him that is wondering whether or not you have left.

husband!gojo who sighs in relief when he opens the door to your shared bedroom, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty pj set, sitting comfy on the bed.

husband!gojo who smiles when he sees your face brighten in delight. you walk up to him.

husband!gojo who is surprised when you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with your soft lips. he groans into the kiss, regretting the fact the he never kissed you after the wedding.

husband!gojo who melts to your touch as your bring him to the bed. you remove his jacket and tie as your straddle him, kissing him more harshly.

husband!gojo who makes sure youre okay with with what’s going to happen next. he kisses you again when you say yes.

husband!gojo who takes his sweet time with you. stripping you from your garments,leaving you bare infront of him. he sinks his long fingers into your sopping cunt, your head lolling back in pleasure.

husband!gojo who’s eyes roll back when he finally tastes you. youre addcitive. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. you cum twice on your husband’s tongue, his hands holding your legs apart so they wont close. his fingers continues to scissor you until youre screaming.

husband!gojo who fucks you in missionary position, making sure to watch your face as your react to the pleasure hes giving you.

husband!gojo who cums inside of you only to turn that cum into a creamy mess around your pussy as he pounds into you some more. he can feel his creampie dripping out of you and down his balls.

husband!gojo who enjoys how loud youve become. moaning obscenities and calling him daddy. he wants to fuck you till your dumb!

“fuck princess, youre so fucking messy. fuc—nghh..” he tries to speak but your pussy is squeezing him too well he can barely get words out.

“please daddy!! i need—aghh.. i need you! dont stopp—ahh…” you groan as you have your fourth orgasm of night.

husband!gojo who watches hearts form in your eyes when he cums inside of you for the final time. you can feel his warmth trickling into your womb.

husband!gojo who pulls out and watches his loads flood out of you. he presses on your stomach, watching as more cum gushes out of you.

husband!gojo who brings a warm towel to wipe up the cream around your sex. you moan as he does so, still recovering from all of your orgasms.

husband!gojo who wraps you up into his arms once again, praising you for how well you did.

“you did so good love..” he says stroking your back.

husband!gojo who reminds you that he has fallen in love with you and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable in this marriage with him.

husband!gojo who knows the two of you will be okay when you peck him on the lips and tell him that you love him.

#gojo x you #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen

[nanaslutt]

Not even god himself

synopsis: Gojo insists day in and day out you let him fuck you raw, and one day you give in. Only when he promises to pull out before he cums, does he actually hold that promise?

contains: pwp, fem reader, established relationship, clothed cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, teasing, dacraphillia, so much dirty talk it should be illegal, unprotected sex, rough sex, reatrains, gojo is an asshole but he loves you<3

MDNI

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"Baby cmon pleasseeeee, It'll feel sooo good for both of us I promise. Don't you wanna feel me inside you with nothing between us?" Gojo cooed, peppering kisses up your legs as you sat on the couch, thighs crossed as you stared at the man on the floor who was too large to be kneeling in front of you like this.

Satoru had been asking to fuck you raw since the day you got together. The first time you slept together it was "oh noooo, I forgot to buy condoms, sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to do it raw" followed by a not-so-smooth wink. You made him take a little trip to the convenience store that night that happened to be right across from your apartment before things went any further.

He tried to ask to fuck you raw on any special occasion too, his birthday? You bet. Your first anniversary? Absolutely. Father's Day? He wasn't even a father… The closest you let him get to fucking you raw was when you let him rub his cock on the outside of your cunt, your folds rubbing along his dick as he poked and prodded at your clit with his fat head.

He tried to sneakily press his tip against your entrance, saying he wasn't going to put it in, quickly followed by "Just the tip." You did not let him put "just the tip" in because "just the tip" didn't exist with Satoru. You knew once he got a taste of your raw pussy, not even god himself could pull him out of you, it was too risky.

You did admit the idea sounded wonderful, and it pained you to turn him down every time he asked, but you weren't on birth control, and once again, you didn't trust Gojo to pull out before he came. Hell, he kept his cock buried as deep as he could inside you while he came with a condom on, always pouting when he pulled out saying "What a waste, that could've been inside you" and effectively riling you up from those words alone.

The reason you had waited so long to get on birth control was simply because of your job. You were a jujutsu sorcerer too, and it seemed like every time you started to make the appointment to see your doctor to get on some form of birth control, work interveined. So when you finally got on birth control after over a year of dating Satoru practically cried in your arms begging you to let him fuck you raw now.

You sighed and held the big baby in your arms as you told him that the effects of birth control didn't start fully working until 2 weeks of consistently taking the pill. "So you'll let me fuck you raw in 2 weeks?" Gojo said, perking up instantly. You rubbed your head as you felt a migraine start to come on as you said, "We'll revisit this later."

Satoru had taken your words to heart. He set a timer on his phone for the same time, every single day, for two weeks--and whenever that alarm went off, he dropped whatever he was doing to find you and remind you to take your pill. He had observed the way you said you needed to take the pill consistently for 2 weeks for it to work, so he was going to take absolutely every single precaution to make sure nothing got between you, and taking that goddamn pill.

Sure he had waited over a year with no date in sight of when he was going to be able to fuck you raw, but now that he had a date, or at least a possible date, of when he could? He didn't think he would be able to handle it if you missed a day and had to start over from day 1. Satoru was a very impatient man when it came to anything involving you, this wasn't something he was going to play around with.

So two weeks later, here Gojo was, on his knees as he pouted up at you with those big blue eyes as he begged, tears in his eyes and all, for you to let him fuck you raw. "Satoru… I don't know." You replied, making him perk up. 'I don't know' wasn't no. Gojo turned up all his seducing techniques to the max, he needed to seal the deal before you were turned off by the idea.

"Just think about it baby, my hard cock inside of you…" Satoru said softly, running his long fingers up the underside of your shins sensually, "Imagine how warm It'll feel, hm? You'll be able to feel every vein on my dick, every fucking vein." You looked away in embarrassment, feeling your face grow hot. Satoru picked up on this, he was winning you over, and he had to keep going.

"I'll even pull out before I cum baby, I promise. Just a couple of thrusts, yeah? Just a couple I just need to feel you for a little bit." Satoru begged, his hands sliding under your thighs that were pressed against the cushions as he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch, pulling your legs over his shoulders. "Satoru… we both know you won't be able to stop halfway…" You said, still averting your gaze.

"For this, I can do it, baby, cmon don't you trust me? I'll give you a good few strokes, nice n deep, just how you like it." Gojo whispered, pressing kisses as he made his way up your thighs. "Then I'll pull out and put on a condom before I cum, that way I can still cum inside you, yeah? How's that sound? You wanna feel your boyfriend's hard cock inside you with no rubber?" Gojo cooed, kissing higher and higher up your thighs as he tried to win you over.

If Gojo was honest with himself, he didn't know if he was going to be able to keep his promise. He would say anything to you right now if it meant you would let him hit it raw, and he knew deep down that you knew that too, but gauging by your response and how fidgety and squirmy you got, Gojo could tell you wanted it just as bad as he did.

Gojo sealed the deal by sliding his hands under your hips and pulling your body down from the couch so your crotch was right in front of his face. "Hey, look at me." He pouted, nuzzling your inner thigh as he looked up at you. "Your boyfriend is talking to you down here~" Biting your lip between your teeth you looked down at the man between your thighs.

You kept your hands together over your chest, afraid to move. "Yeah… look at me, don't look away." Gojo cooed, keeping his all-seeing eyes on yours as he leaned forward and kissed your clothed cunt through your shorts, making you gasp in surprise. "Talk to me baby, tell me what you're thinking." He asked, giving your face one more once over before he pressed himself against your mound once more and kissed right where your clit was.

Your hands came to card through his hair as his tongue poked out between your teeth and pressed against your pussy through your shorts, the dull feeling of stimulation only frustrating you, creating an intense fire to burn strongly in your groin. "God… o-okay, okay." You finally said, your nails raking against Gojo's scalp as he mimicked how he ate you out, just over your clothes.

Gojo giggled against your clothed pussy before he pulled his face back, his arousal evident on his face with how red his cheeks were, combined with his blurry, unfocused eyes. "Okay, what baby? I need to hear you say it." Gojo said, nuzzling his head against your thigh once more as he looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

His cock was twitching rapidly against the confines of his boxers as he awaited your words. "You can fuck me raw." You said softly, wincing in embarrassment as you averted your eyes once more, continuing to caress Gojo's head. Gojo released a groan mixed with a laugh as he felt himself leak an alarming amount of pre-cum inside his boxers. "Fuck baby, you have no idea what that did to me," Gojo said, thrusting his hips forward into the air, trying to get whatever relief he could as his erection was pressed against the zipper of his jeans.

"You want it now? Hm? I know how wet you are, I could hear your pussy talking to me when I was teasing her. You wanna feel me inside you right now don't you?" Gojo spoke, slightly projecting with his words. You hadn't realized how much your breathing had picked up as Gojo had been teasing you. The need you felt between your thighs was unlike anything you've ever felt before, he was right, you needed him, and you needed him now.

Looking back at your boyfriend with a pout, you nodded, trying to press your thighs together to emphasize your need before you spoke. "I need it now Satoru. Please…" That was all he needed to hear before he was scooping you up in his arms and making a b-line for his bedroom.

The two of you kissed like it was your last night alive, moans and gasps spilling from the other's lips each time your lips separated in a loud smack. Gojo placed you down on the bed and crawled between your legs, instantly wrapping your legs around his hips as he pressed his bulge against your clothed cunt.

"You feel me?" Gojo sighed against your lips between kisses, relishing in the way your moans increased in volume each time he humped his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock into your pussy. "Yeah…" You moan back desperately, your hands tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer to you. "All for you baby, so hard just for you." Gojo groaned, emphasizing his words by pressing his hips flush against yours and keeping them there.

The friction felt so fucking good, he was so hard it felt like his knee was pressing between your legs. You sucked on his tongue as his hands wrapped under your back that was pressed against the sheets. His lithe fingers slipped under your shirt and found the clasp of your bra with ease, undoing the metal hooks with just a couple of fingers. You sighed at the relief of the pressure from your bra hugging your upper torso.

"Let me get this off you." Gojo rushed, leaning back a bit so he could pull your shirt off with ease, practically ripping the bra from your body once he had the shirt off of you. Gojo licked his lips as he took your tits in his hand, massaging them and pressing them together as he gave himself a show. Your nippled pebbled under his touch, making Gojo's mouth water.

"So fucking pretty, they're practically begging me to suck them." Gojo sighed, his cock twitching as he felt the softness of your tits in his hands before he leaned in and took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the little bud. Your back arched against him as you gasped, your hands gripping his hair harder to ground yourself as he sucked on your nipple, the other hand toying with the little bud that wasn't currently in his mouth.

"Oh fuck- Satoru fuck-" You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued thrusting his hips against yours. He moaned around your nipple, only aiding the warmth you felt between your legs. You were sure you had soaked completely through your panties by now, you felt so hot. Gojo's eyebrows furrowed as his plush lips sucked around your nipple, his soft pink tongue flicking it and rolling around it expertly, sending shockwaves straight to your clit.

Satoru popped off of your nipple with a smile, his lust-filled eyes staring down at your already disheveled form as he placed his hands by your shoulders and pushed his body up, keeping his eyes on yours as he dry humped you like he was fucking you. "You're so worked up." He moaned, his mouth slightly open as he smiled through his noises. "You that excited to feel my cock inside you? Huh?" He teased, rolling his hips in circles the way he knew drove you crazy.

Your hands fell from his hair down to his hips, you bit your lip as you pulled his hips towards yours, making him hump into you harder. "Y-you're one to talk." You shot back, tilting your head to the side against your pillow as you stared down at his hard cock, threatening to rip through his boxers and pants alike.

Gojo giggled before he responded, his head dropping down as he looked down to where the two of you were connected. A small wet patch had formed on the front of Satoru's pants from how much his cock was leaking. "I'm getting to fuck my pretty girlfriend raw, of course, I'm fucking excited." He smiled, his cerulean eyes looking back up at you.

"Satoru… stop teasing me, I n-need to feel you." You begged, moaning each time he rocked his hips into yours, your nails digging into his hips. "Tell me more baby," Gojo begged, pulling his lip between his teeth as he looked at you expectantly. You pouted at his words, he knew how embarrassed you got when he put you on the spot like this, but you were too worked up to be as shy about it as you otherwise would've been.

"Toru, give me your cock, n-need to feel you inside me with no c-condom." You begged, your hand sliding to the front of his body as your hand slid under his shirt, your fingers tracing up the indents of his defined abs as you pushed his shirt up higher and higher, exposing his toned body to your greedy eyes. Gojo groaned at your needy words and touch before he leaned back and crossed his arms over his body, gripping the end of his t-shirt as he pulled it up and over his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

Your hands smoothed down his chest, your nails raking over his porcelain skin as you left angry red marks in their wake. Gojo dropped his chin down to look down at you, groaning as you marked him up. He felt his cock twitch against his pants when you got to the waistline of his pants and started unbuttoning his jeans. "Take care of yourself, baby." He smiled, his hands coming down and pushing yours out of the way as he started to take off his pants. "Get outta those shorts for me." He winked.

You didn't need to be told twice. Without a second thought, you slipped your fingers under the band of your shorts and pulled them down your body, panties and all. Gojo's watchful eyes took in how your cunt connected to your pretty panties with a string of your arousal before it broke when you pulled them too far down your legs, kicking them off of your body.

You rubbed your body against the sheets, getting comfortable as you spread your legs for Gojo as he undressed himself. Gojo shook his head as he watched your teasing fingers slide down your body and reach your clit as you slowly started to rub the neglected but in small circles. "Fuck, someone's needy. Don't start the fun without me." Gojo teased, shimmying out of his pants.

His boxers were doing little to conceal the massive boner he was sporting, the pretty flushed tip poking out through the band of his boxers, the tip wet with his pre-cum. "H-hurry then." You replied, slowly slipping a finger inside your wet cunt with ease, thrusting it slowly as you stared shamelessly at his hard cock, wishing he was inside you already.

Gojo let out a long groan as he watched you finger yourself. He quickly added his boxers to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen when he fully pulled them off. His white pubes were neatly trimmed and made a perfect backdrop for his flushed red cock to really stand out. "What are you doin' huh? Why are you fingering yourself?" Gojo asked, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock to ease his arousal as he watched you add a second finger inside yourself, shamelessly getting off in front of him.

9 times out of 10, Gojo was the one to stretch you out, so he was confused about whether you were just needed or if there was another reason. His question was quickly answered when you whined out, "I don't wanna wait for you to stretch me out, n-need to feel you right now." you begged, curling your fingers inside yourself as you massaged your g-spot, scissoring and thrusting them inside yourself as you tried to open yourself up for him.

Gojo stroked himself faster as he groaned watching you, a dopey smile on his face. "Babyyy… you should never have to prep yourself." He smiled, his free hand caressing your inner thigh briefly before he slid his hands down to your entrance. You watched him carefully as he rubbed his fingers on the underside of your hole that was stuffed with your smaller fingers. Each thrust inside yourself made more and more wetness gush out of you.

"Is there room for me? Hm?" Gojo teased before he flipped his hand so it was facing the ceiling and slowly started pushing two fingers in alongside yours. Both of your jaws dropped in tandem as he fully inserted his fingers inside you, feeling how tight you felt with your fingers also stuffed inside your little cunt. "Fuck, you're so warm." Gojo cooed, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched the way your cunt stretched to accommodate his fingers.

You whined and gasped as you adjusted to the stretch--fairly quickly thanks to how wet you were. "C'mon, keep movin' ur fingers with me if you wanna do it yourself so bad." Gojo teased, stroking his cock at the same pace as his fingers inside you. You gasped when he curled his fingers with you, the added pressure of his stronger fingers pressing into you stimulating your g-spot tenfold. "T-toru, enough…" You begged when he sped up, acting like he was trying to get you to cum on his fingers.

"Not yet… I like this, it's like we're holding hands, heh." Gojo giggled, increasing the pace of his hand on his cock as he continued to fingerfuck your cunt with you. "N-no I'm gonna cum-" You warned, trying to slow your own fingers inside yourself to block Gojo from hitting your sweet spot. "So cum~," Gojo said nonchalantly, his cock twitching in interest at feeling your cum around his fingers.

You pushed his wrist away with your other hand, successfully slowing his thrusts inside you. You shook your head before looking up at him once more, your eyes making contact with his, which were already staring at you. "Wanna cum on your cock…" You said bashfully, pouting as you spoke, embarrassed by your own words.

Gojo raised his eyebrows as his jaw fell open in a small o as he stared at you incredulously. He broke out into laughter a couple of seconds after, his fingers sliding out of you at the same time. You winced at the loss, already wishing he was back inside you. "God, could you be any cuter?" Gojo asked, looking at you lovingly. He rubbed his fingers wet with your juices over the top of his cock, mixing his cum with yours.

Soon after he was leaning over you, pushing at your hip as he tried to signal you to turn over on your stomach. You quickly complied, not wanting to make either of you wait any longer. "Up," Gojo said quietly, his hand pulling your pelvis toward the ceiling. You stuck your ass up, creating a gap between your pelvis and the bed for Gojo as he stuck a pillow under your hips, creating the perfect arch for you so he would be able to hit it just right while you laid there and took it.

"Good girl." He said, leaning over you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand bracing himself on the side of your body. Gojo looked down at your ass laid out for him as he tapped his hard cock on your cheeks, making the fat ripple from the impact. You wiggled your ass at him, whining out his name. "Let me have a little fun pretty girl, I've waited too long for this after all." Gojo cooed, slotting his cock between your ass cheeks as he rubbed back and forth teasingly, smearing his precum on your ass.

You whined in response, irritated with the white-haired man. That should be the exact reason why he should be impatient, so why was he taking his time? You were fed up with his teasing already, you were dripping wetness down your thighs, how could he keep denying you? You bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around the pillow in front of you, rubbing your cheek against it.

Gojo pulled his hips back and pushed the middle of his cock down with his thumb, angling it towards your pussy. "God, I can't believe you're finally letting me fuck you raw." He moaned, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his leaky tip against your folds, catching his head on your clit and making your body jolt from the stimulation.

"I'll take it back if you don't fuck me already." You bit, wiggling your ass back against him, making his tip rub into your folds. Gojo pressed his hips against yours, teasing the entrance of your hole with his tip. "You don't mean that~" Gojo cooed, continuing to tease you, only shallowly thrusting his cock on the outside of your hole, making you think he was going to slip it in at any moment.

You turned your head on the pillow to look back at him through the corner of your eye, a look of serious need plastered on your face as you made eye contact with him. "Try me." You spat, your lip quivering with how badly you wanted him. Gojo furrowed his eyebrows and kept his eyes on yours as he slowly started pushing his cock into you, not wanting to test you right now. He had waited so long for this, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by being too cocky.

"Oh fuck-" You moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head as Gojo's cock slipped past the tight ring of your cunt, penetrating you. Gojo's jaw dropped fully open as he gasped heavily into the room, his chin dropping down so he could stare at the place where the two of you were connected. You felt the familiar burn from the stretch as Gojo slowly slid his cock inside you, inch by inch, he was going so slow you truly felt every single vein.

"Holy fuckk- ngh- you're so much warmer." Gojo moaned, feeling his balls already pulse with his release. "S-so soft too, ohmygod-" Gojo was quickly losing himself inside your pussy, his pretty eyes fluttering with how intense this felt for him. The two of you moaned in tandem when he thrust his cock inside you, giving you the last couple of inches all at once so he was now fully sheathed inside your pussy.

You whined at how hot he felt inside you, how soft the skin of his dick was, everything, you felt everything. Gojo wasn't fairing much better, his breath hitching and stuttering as he fought not to cum the second he got inside you. "Tell me I can move baby, I gotta fuck you, I'm not gonna last long like this," Gojo begged, practically crying out the words as he felt your pussy pulse and squeeze around him rapidly.

"Please, move baby ple-" Your words were cut short by Gojo thrusting needily into your cunt, loud squelches accompanied your whines and cries as you gripped the pillow you rested your head on for dear life. "Fuck- fuck you feel so good baby, can feel all of you like this." Gojo moaned, his sounds rivaling the volume of your own.

You silently cursed yourself for not doing this sooner. You sobbed and nodded in agreement against the pillow, squeezing your thighs together to bring your clit some relief as Gojo fucked into you quickly. The second his cock was fully out of you, it was back in you like it never left. Not only was his pace incredibly fast, but it was hard too, he was truly making the most out of this opportunity.

"D-dont forget t-oo pull out when you get close-" You tried to cry out as you felt yourself get pushed towards the edge already. Gojo tipped his head back as he half ignored your words. "Yeah yeah, pull out," Gojo mumbled, shrugging you off, "Give me those fucking hands baby." He growled not even a second later, his hand reaching up by your head to pull at your bicep, making your arm lay behind your back.

You pulled the other out from behind the pillow for Gojo and he quickly pressed your wrists together and locked your arms behind your wrist with his one strong hand. His fingers were so long that he enclosed both of your wrists in just the one palm. He used his other hand to pull your hips up so you were resting on your knees, face up, ass down, as he bullied his cock into your pussy.

Now that he had manipulated your body into such a harsh arch, he was fucking right into your sweet spot, you felt his cockhead ram into it every time he thrust his cock inside you, it made your moans cut off in a choked whine each time. "You're so fucking tight in this position, I can feel my cock hittin' that soft spot inside you that makes you go all dumb on me." Gojo cooed, shaking his head as he tried to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth, not wanting to cum too fast.

Your pussy genuinely felt like a vice in this position, he was barely able to last five minutes in this position with a condom on, so he could only imagine how quickly this was gonna be over now that he was fucking you raw. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream when your high washed over you unexpectedly. In this position, Gojo's cock was rubbing all the right spots inside you, and his heavy balls were slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Gojo's eyes shot open in surprise, his hand that wasn't holding your wrists dug itself into your ass as his abs clenched with the intensity of arousal that washed over him. The feeling of you suddenly cumming on his cock caught him off guard just as much as it caught you off guard, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your high. "Ohshitohshit- t-too tight." Gojo moaned, sucking air in through his teeth as he slowed down a bit, fighting to not paint your walls white.

You cried out Gojo's name like a mantra as your body shook and jolted with your orgasm, your pussy leaking out cum around his cock. Gojo took a deep breath in when you came down from your high, your walls loosening around him significantly and allowing him to breathe. "God baby, almost made me fill you up with that one. How did cumming on my dick feel hm? Bet you felt every inch of me rubbin' inside you." Gojo cooed, his own words working him up.

Your post-orgasm-hazed brain could only focus on Gojo admitting that he almost came inside you, realizing then that he said he promised he was only going to give you a couple of thrusts raw before he pulled out. As good as this felt, you knew he was close by his incessant babbling and his sloppy hips fucking against your ass with no rhythm.

"T-toru pull out n-now" You cried as he fucked you into overstimulation, your legs crossing as his balls continued to batter your sensitive clit. "Hm? What was that? You want me to pull out?" Gojo asked, delaying your request by playing dumb. "I don't know if that's fair though… you got t-to cum on my cock so why do I have to pull out to cum?" Gojo pouted, continuing to fuck his cock inside your pussy, your walls feeling so much softer around him now that you had cum once.

"W-what?" You choked out a confused sound at Gojo's words. That wasn't what you had agreed on, was he seriously going to cum inside you? "Sator-uuu pull out or put on a c-condom, you promised." You cried, trying to wiggle your arms out of his iron grip to no avail. Your body was so weak to the pleasure Gojo Satoru gave you, you weren't getting out of this unless he wanted you to.

"You want me to put on a condom so bad?" Gojo paused his thrusts to lean over to the bedside table, picking up one of the condoms he had placed there for later he got back into position behind you and threw the condom at you, the foil wrapper hitting you in the head softly before it fell in front of your eyes. "Open it for me." He finished, smirking at you mischievously.

You felt like crying, he was being so unfair. Realistically you knew if Gojo came inside you, you would be fine because of the birth control, but you would 100% put him on a pussyban, and a part of your rational brain knew that. Nonetheless, you tried to wiggle towards the condom, shimmying your shoulders against the sheets as you tried to jerk your hands out of Gojo's stronghold once more.

"C'mon, you're not even trying. It's like you want me to c-cum inside." Gojo teased, trying to keep his words composed but ultimately failing as he felt your pussy bring him closer and closer to the edge. "Toru d-don't, please pull outtt-" You begged, shaking your head as your body was manhandled by the large man twice your size that was teasing and bullying you while fucking your pussy raw.

Gojo tsked as he pouted at you, his cock twitching as he took in your teary, defiant face. "You didn't even try~ C'mon, try a little harder I'm about to cum you still have some time-" Gojo faux encouraged, fucking his cock into you harder. You shook your head, relaxing your arms in his hold as you allowed Gojo to do with your body what he would, you knew you stood no chance if he was adamant about cumming inside you.

"You're so fucking cute you know that? F-fucking love you so much." He giggled, his words coming out choked and breathy as your cunt milked his dick right to the edge. It was over, he was going to cum inside you and you were going to have to ban sex for a year… no two years… maybe forever. As you let Satoru yank your arms back so your body met his thrusts, readying yourself to take his load--

--he pulled his cock out at the last minute, "I'm cumming- c-cumming fuck, fuck-fuuuuuck." It took every ounce of strength in his body, but he managed for pull out. Gojo groaned as he jerked his cock rapidly, wet with your juices, over your ass. Hot ropes of his thick cum landed on the skin of your ass and thighs as he milked his cock for all it was worth, his nails digging into your wrists as he came. His eyes fluttered back in his head as his body endured one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.

You sighed in relief, closing your teary eyes as you gasped against the pillow as Satoru smeared his cum all over your ass, rubbing his tip along your skin to make sure he gave you every last drop of his seed. He released your hands and your body fell limply against the sheets, Gojo's body chasing yours as he laid on top of you, his cum smearing all over the skin of his pelvis and abs as he embraced your body from behind.

He couldn't find himself caring about the warm stickiness of his seed rubbing along his skin much as he held your tired body in his arms, giggling as he peppered kisses along your arms and the back of your head. "Did I scare you? Heh, did you really think I was gonna cum inside you?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear as he whispered against the shell of your ear.

You felt the veins in your head bulge out in annoyance. Gojo was such a sadist, and he knew exactly how to press all of the buttons that made you want to punch him in the face. "Gojo, I swear to god, I almost killed you." You mumbled, staring at the wall in front of you in anger. Gojo giggled against your head, his arms squeezing around you tighter.

"Awww, don't use my last name, you're scary when you do that." He said, trying to roll his body over yours to get a good look at your face. He succeeded in caging his larger body over yours, forcing you to lay on your back, hands crossed over your chest as you looked up at him angrily.

Satoru smiled softly before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. " Thank you for doing this with me~ I'm sorry if I scared you, you're just so fun to tease~" he cooed. Your expression had softened when he kissed you, but it quickly went back to that of annoyance when he said that last part. You tried to roll over on your side to escape him, but it was futile.

"I was going to put you on a pussyban y'know. Still might, haven't decided yet." You pouted, teasing him back, only your voice was dead serious, making him think your words were too. Who were you kidding, you couldn't last longer than a week without fucking Satoru, you were just as insatiable as he was.

Gojo raised his eyebrows at you shocked as he leaned in to scan your face for sarcasm. "You wouldn't." He challenged, keeping his eyes full of worry on yours. "If you don't get your cum off my ass in the next ten seconds, I might," you responded, turning your head to look up at him. You don't think you've ever seen a man scramble away from you to get a towel so fast in your life.

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[saterise]

He’s such a wet cat

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[lixmooon]

I miss my silly lil Gojo :(

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[queen-quintonz]

The parallel shots between actual reality and Nanami’s imagination was breathtakingly cruel. A perfect choice of directing on Mappa’s part

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[insomniasymphony]

Gojo x Geto Threeshot (2/3)

Title: Past Summer Lies Important: Read the first chapter here on Tumblr or on Ao3!

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→ Cherry blossoms. I still remember the cherry blossoms we cursed that day, even though the time had long since passed. I think Tengen saw through us earlier than we saw through ourselves. Even though Tengen probably only recognised us as alien presences. ←

Suguru Geto, in a place long forgotten.

-

He walks up and down. Each of his steps makes a clattering sound – a bit like marbles rolling across a wooden floor. The preparations have been made. The seal paper is placed where it should be. Geto’s hair is positioned; and yet Satoru hasn’t lit a flame yet.

There’s no point in summoning Suguru and questioning his ghost – no, rather his soul – further if he doesn’t know the first thing about Kenjaku. He’s just as wise as all the other Jujutsu Sorcerers in the neighbourhood and therefore no help to be pulled out of the netherworld. There are two thousand things more important than dealing with old stuff in these seconds. Not least because he can’t make the same mistake he made in Shinjuku. His carelessness has cost the lives of so many that it is simply laughable to regard him as the strongest of his time.

However, there is this faint whispering in his head creeping to the fore with inappropriate phrases. He is Satoru Gojo, after all. Now that he has realised his mistake and become stronger, no one can really hold a candle to him. So why not have a little chat with an old friend? After all, they haven’t seen each other for three days – in theory.

His unsteady steps stop abruptly as he looks at the situation from this different angle. What does a few minutes cost when nobody wants more from him than safety in a broken world?

Armed with a lighter, Satoru finally approaches the hair and sets it alight. The flame turns an icy blue colour and before he can turn around, he notices the existence of someone else in the room. He closes his eyes briefly. It’s nothing more than his imagination, but Suguru’s subtle tangerine smell won’t let him go.

“I thought your questions had been cleared up after last time. I didn’t realise you had a weakness for sentimentality.”

“Or I just don’t have anyone at the moment who doesn’t run the other way when I talk.” A thin smile settles on Gojo’s lips as he taps the table in front of him and then half-turns to Suguru. “You can’t run away, so why not take the chance?”

“Please spare me your crying about the world being upside down. We realised that back then and no, they’re not going to pay you any better. You just need to learn to manage your finances properly.” Momentarily, Geto raises his hand before brushing a long strand of hair over his shoulder.

In this guise, he just looks like the corrupt monk he was in the end. The scar is missing and even if his gaze looks tired, there is no hint of alien life in his body.

“As harsh as ever,” is all Gojo manages to say in a grumble. Then he lowers his gaze. For a moment, asking the questions lurking in the back of his consciousness ever since can’t be wrong. “Do you resent me?”

“For what, exactly?”

“That it was me who killed you back then... Who had to give you death to protect... all of this.”

The silence sprouting between them roars in Satoru’s ears. He could clench his hands into fists, but showing more weakness than necessary isn’t what will get him to his goal. Weakness in this way isn’t allowed. So he raises his eyes and scrutinises his best friend – the clothes, the hair, the look of honest consideration on his features.

“I don’t know,” Geto finally replies. “I think it was difficult for both of us. It was a moment we both regretted in our own way.”

“What do you mean?” He actually knows. But there are hundreds of answers that could apply. Sure, they both regretted it. Because of that time. Because of the days they spent together. Because of their youth. Thanks to the fact they had been friends – and they still are today. The best.

And it is this certainty that makes Gojo realise he knows nothing. Absolutely nothing. He remembers the feeling when he killed Suguru – right through the heart – and he also remembers the pain in his chest. The tears he held back and the trembling hands, full of blood, as he hugged him one last time to say goodbye. The twisted understanding between them and the pain Satoru pushed into a box in the farthest corner of his heart afterwards have remained. After all these years.

Hearing an answer from Suguru would make it easier.

“You don’t really think I’m going to hand that to you on a silver platter, do you? I’m not even sure you have enough brain cells to understand the meaning behind it.” Suguru, however, can only muster a sigh as he lifts his shoulders and pretends to be talking to a bitter poodle.

“What else? When have you ever served me anything on a silver platter?” Protest leaves Gojo’s lips and though he doesn’t want to get hung up on it, he juts his chin with a smirk. “Don’t tell me you don’t know yourself.”

But Geto refuses to be provoked. The gentle smile on his lips speaks volumes. Whole worlds Gojo simply can’t grasp until his best friend throws a few scraps of intelligible language at his feet. “It’s just like when you thought Tengen was bored when cherry blossoms were still blooming in summer.”

And it is this simple sentence that widens Gojo’s eyes.

He remembers that day. His stupid words and the missed opportunity.

-

“I'm suffocating.” The fabric rustled as Geto braced himself against Satoru’s chest to put his head aside.

“Then you should try to take a breath,” Gojo replied nonchalantly. He lowered his head only slowly, so Geto’s black mop of hair and the soothing smell of tangerine hung clearly in the air. “If you push against me any harder, you’ll tear the closet in two.”

“Or I’ll kick you out. I can justify a sacrifice in Masamichi’s honour.”

“Then he’ll find us both. I’m not good at keeping quiet.” Gojo lowered his voice briefly. The approaching footsteps outside forced him to be quiet – all while his heart beat faster and heat clung to his body. The summer months were a nightmare.

Suguru felt it too. Instead of responding, he stopped fighting back and accepted the confinement of the closet they were hiding in to escape Masamichi and his boring teachings. No normal person wanted to do any training under the blazing sun when they could relax in the shade.

The heavy footsteps of their problem shuffled into the classroom. Then silence followed, with only Gojo’s breathing ringing audibly in his ears. The sound of another, the restlessness of a body under whose skin lay absolute self-control. Heat was building up. And when Satoru closed his eyes, the blue sky lay above him, while orange trees adorned the surroundings and Geto lay in his arms.

He immediately opened his eyes again.

What a weird thought. Nothing more. Nothing less.

When the movements outside resumed, Gojo barely held back a sigh of relief. Only when the sliding door closed and the echo in the corridor could no longer be heard did he take a deep breath. Suguru, however, immediately reached for the door and opened the closet before stumbling out. His loud exhalation was almost offensive and, as he propped himself up on his knees, Satoru pushed his lower lip forward.

“I don’t smell that bad!”

“Hah?” Raising his brows in disbelief, Geto glanced over his shoulder before a laugh escaped him. “I’d almost forgotten you’re vain.”

“I’m not vain! Just very sensitive when it comes to me.”

“Spoilt,” Suguru corrected, “and definitely vain.”

Satoru strolled out of the wardrobe in slow steps before stretching. Suguru, meanwhile, straightened up again. He patted off his uniform with the flat of his hands, plucked at his baggy trousers and sighed, as if the sporadic supply of cool air was actually helping him. Then he walked to one of the closed windows of the classroom and pulled it open. The rush of fresh air played around the loose strands of hair on his face, and Gojo’s fingers twitched for a moment. The desire to undo his best friend’s knot and run it through his long, black hair tingled under his skin.

He swallowed. The heat was getting to him. It certainly was. Everything else made no sense.

Inwardly, Satoru shooed the thoughts away as he approached Geto and stood next to him at the window. The fresh air at least made the heat more bearable than the stuffy air in the broom cupboard. At the same time, it was a breeze that brushed Gojo’s cheeks and made him look again at Geto, in whose black hair a pink petal had become entangled.

“Tengen seems to have a weakness for cherry blossom in midsummer. A bit sentimental, if you ask me.” He leaned calmly on the windowsill so he could see Suguru’s face better.

His friend, meanwhile, could only manage a weak smile. “Do you think so? I have to say, it has charm.”

“Aren’t cherry blossoms so popular and special because they only bloom for a short time?”

“Maybe,” Geto replied. “But seconds like these are much more exciting. I mean, no one here knows when the blossoms will fall. Any moment could be the last, and that makes this sight... much more precious, because none of us know when Tengen will grow the next ones.” He turned to Gojo. “The unknown has its own special charms.”

The unknown, huh? The thought overtook Satoru for a breath, in which he blinked. Suguru Geto wasn’t an unknown component in his life, and yet, the strange tingling sensation that kept taking over this summer wasn’t one of the moments they usually experienced. It was something he couldn’t recognise.

A component that made Geto’s dark gaze and the smirk on his lips tantalising. Even in this uniform, which absolutely every student in this place wore, he looked better than most. Not better than himself, but better than anyone else, aside from Satoru.

“Let me guess, you have some stupid comment ready.” In the end, Geto’s lips – no, his words – pulled him out of his observation.

“What are you thinking?” Half distracted, Gojo shrugged his shoulders. “All you need for my clever sayings is a bit of style.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you can take anything seriously.”

Could he? Even for a moment? Gojo’s eyes fixed on Suguru’s lips again. If his best friend demanded him to be serious, maybe-

His thoughts didn’t end before he had already overcome the small distance to Geto to grab him by the chin. Instantly, he forced his head back and before questions could arise and remorse could take shape, Satoru pressed his lips against Suguru’s.

Warmth nestled against Gojo’s senses, washing away every unimportant thought and moving the summer breeze into a shallow image of heartbeat and Geto. Suguru’s mouth moved, twitching, making the soft feeling of strange closeness a little more present. At least until Satoru let go and took a step back. The “very serious” that travelled over his tongue like a breath scratched at his mind; and Suguru’s wide-open eyes made his heart stop for a blink.

“Or not!” Satoru added. The wide grin hurt his cheeks and the hollow laugh coming over him sounded unnatural. His hands clenched into fists. A part of him wanted to run away, but weakness remained his enemy. Satoru Gojo would never run away. Not at any moment. Not even when every fibre of his body was screaming to escape.

“You’re looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost. I told you, you need style for my jokes,” Gojo began again, but the more Suguru’s features relaxed, the darker his gaze seemed. The understanding didn’t seem to reach him and just as Satoru put his hand to the back of his head to avert his gaze and distract him from the topic, his best friend stood in front of him again.

It was just one second. A tiny moment in which so much could have happened.

A slap in the face.

The start of an argument.

Perhaps a punch on the nose, which he probably actually deserved.

Instead, Suguru grabbed him by the collar and the force of him pulling it down took Satoru’s breath away. A puff of air he couldn’t catch, before Suguru’s lips settled on his and the warmth became a strange heat that danced across his face.

Gojo’s eyes widened as the gentle touch between them conjured wild thoughts.

Did Suguru use lip balm?

Did he often kiss someone else?

Why was he kissing Gojo?

Why did Suguru’s tongue glide over his lips without breaking contact for even a moment?

There were no answers – even when Satoru opened his mouth willingly and felt Geto enter him. Their lips remained connected, but the play of tongues unfolding behind them sent lightning bolts throughout his body. It was no cursed energy, no attack, nothing that would kill him – and yet it had strange potential to hurt him in a way that shouldn’t exist.

Still, he tasted Geto, the raspberries he’d nibbled earlier, and felt the tongue circling his, tasting and teasing him as if they were no longer dependent on words.

The seconds trickled past them, passed and although it seemed like an eternity, Satoru realised it had been far too short when Geto broke away from him. What remained was unsteady breathing that left no room for questions. The only thing left was Suguru’s brief shake of his head. He ran a hand over his forehead, brushed the loose strand of hair aside, and looked at him.

“That will never happen again, Satoru,” he decided.

A simple statement, presumably. Between them.

A kind of rule that Gojo couldn’t contradict in those seconds, as he simply nodded.

Just like that.

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“I still wonder today what came over me that day.” Putting his hand to his chin, Geto seems to think seriously about that time – as if nothing had ever happened. He places the moment they shared as if it was just one of those times you quickly forget.

The only thing giving Gojo certainty when he should usually have the biggest mouth is the shallow blush appearing on the tips of Suguru’s ears.

His hands clenched into fists. It is impossible to count the seconds in which he still thinks about self-control. All that circles his senses is naked failure. Certainty that he made a mistake back then.

He should have disagreed with Geto. A hundred times, if that was what his friend would have needed. Somehow they would have walked this path together and the little things now standing between them like giant walls would have been just a tiny hurdle in all of this.

His heart thumps a little harder against his chest. Seeing Suguru like this, so real and yet so fleeting, dries up Gojo’s throat. This goddamn situation is all his fault, and yet it’s masochistic pleasure clinging to him. His mere memories are probably already a curse.

A snort escapes him. Humans are no less a curse than the creatures they create with their emotions.

“What is amusing you?” It is Suguru who puts the brakes on the hellish thoughts. Chatting is the only salvation in this chaos.

“Nothing special,” replies Satoru, waving his hand. He’s still the cool one of them, no matter how much the breaths sting his chest. He’s not going to die today.

“About your question,” Geto meanwhile picks up again, “I don't resent you. What happened back then ... it was your duty and even if it sounds ironic, I’m glad I died at your hands.” He sighs. “If I had to think of something negative ... it would be that it was disappointing.”

“Disappointing?” Gojo’s brows lift. “Because it was so quick and easy? I’m sorry, but you weren’t able to challenge my cool nature.”

Without further ado, Suguru rolls his eyes before pushing Gojo’s every word away with one hand. “Thankfully.”

Pushing his lower lip forward, Satoru lowers his eyelids. He’s been sulking a little too much lately, and yet Geto keeps arousing that frustration like only a best friend can.

“I’m just disappointed it didn’t work out somehow,” Suguru explains. “With us.”

There are endless things to say in those breaths, but none of them are good enough in Satoru’s eyes. Instead, emptiness spreads through his senses.

Of course it didn’t work out then. He was young and stupid and arrogant and Geto’s best friend. Everything was perfect, and he was a little blind, even though he could see better than anyone else.

Better. Always better.

But he was never able to be honest for more than three seconds.

This time it’s different. His body acts on its own while the words die in his lungs. He reaches out to Geto. The fact he’s just an apparition is probably more of an illusion than the knowledge he can still straighten things out.

If he can just take Suguru in his arms and hold him close...

The narrow smile on Geto’s features invites him. The millimetres separating them are no obstacle.

But when Satoru’s fingers want to meet his friend, he fades away. Geto’s body disappears like a pale illusion. The flame in the background is extinguished. The hair is gone.

What remains is darkness in which no one will see him bite his lower lip and twist his mouth.

No one will notice this faint moment.

Not even him.

#fanfiction #fanfic #anime #romance #ao3 author #ao3 writer #jujutsu geto #gojo x geto #geto suguru #saturo gojou #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo

[arminsumi]

THE HORNIEST

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

Summary : Horny!Gojo needs you so bad, he's insatiable. A menace.

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content, it's very horny lol, not proofread, c*mshots and creampies, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, implied drunk sex

Note : lmk if you want more horny gojo lol 👍 reqs open!! anyways lol the title cracks me up. he ain't the strongest he's the horniest :(

Horny!Gojo introduces himself to you in the flirtiest way possible, cooing a sweet and drunk "Who invited the goddess?" into your ear. He's sat on the couch with you, one night at a stupid frat party. Starstruck by you. And your reciprocation made his chest feel fluttery for the first time in years. It also made his dick stand up in his pants.

Horny!Gojo leans into you for the whole night, whispering flirty things and dirty jokes into your ear like his mind is a factory pumping them out. You match his playful energy so well, he says "I think we're made for each other."

Horny!Gojo has his sharp eyes wandering to your thighs, then your shoulders, then your lips as you speak — and he licks his lips to wet them.

Horny!Gojo showers you in compliment after compliment, relishing in your reactions and getting greedier; he needs to get you alone. "Wanna go someplace quieter?" he has to shout over the music to ask you.

Horny!Gojo assures you with cocky confidence, "Yeah, I could make you cum. Aw, don't give me that eyeroll, it's turning me on. I know for a fucking fact I could make you cum. I could make those eyes roll back. I could make your legs shake."

Horny!Gojo squeezes your hand tightly when he leads you upstairs, and giggles with you as the two of you escape into a quiet, empty bedroom. His heart is panging so hard in his chest. His body feels electric. He's so horny it's the only thing he can focus on.

Horny!Gojo whimpers when you crash your lips into his. He starts making out wildly with you like he's a sex-deprived loser. Because he is. A sex-deprived, touch-starved college boy.

Horny!Gojo hits those deep, hard strokes with no breaks just to destroy you. He never lets up. Never stops to have a breather or lets you catch your own breath. "Working up a sweat b—abyyy? Too much dick stuffing your little cunt? Yeah? Is it too much? Too big? Too deep? Fuck, you're gonna squeeze my dick off, haha, calm down. It's just a little dirty talk."

Horny!Gojo murmurs into your ear, "All I wanna do is make you finish over and over again." desperation and conviction in his voice. He really just wanted to fuck you into bliss, have you dumb on his fat cock, have you squirming and whimpering and going feral for him.

Horny!Gojo pins you down like a beast but also pounds into you like he's the bitch in heat. "Oh my god oh my god yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkk that pussy's so fuckin' gooooodddd" he's a mess, just swearing and moaning like a broken record.

Horny!Gojo almost sobs your name into your mouth when he cums, draining every drop of cum that he's worked up for you in the past hour.

Horny!Gojo turns his creampies into whipped cream with his thrusts, smacking his hips so hard into you that you feel his balls slap against your ass. They're so heavy and full, makes you think that if you weren't on birth control you'd definitely get knocked up with just one of his fat nuts.

Horny!Gojo goes round after round, becoming a melting sweaty mess of a man and feeling his muscles tire out. He pins you to the bed with his whole weight, and gives you his all just to show off a little.

Horny!Gojo has such a strained but enthusiastic voice after fucking you into next year with his dick. "Wow... that pussy's so fucking creamy." he grins toothily. A sweat drop beads off his cheek. His bangs are stuck messily to his forehead, some brushed to the side.

Horny!Gojo is insatiable, he calls you long after the party, over and over, shows up at your door and relishes in how his horniness rubs off on you. He's always a giggly mess in bed with you.

Horny!Gojo needs you so bad some days that he comes to you straight after his workout at the gym, no shower just sweaty gym boy abs, and fucks you as a way to "push his limits" for like three hours.

Horny!Gojo needs to cum everywhere he can. It's like he has a cumshot checklist. Thighs? Yes. Tummy? Yes. Ass? Yes. Chest? Yes. Face? Yes. Pussylips? Yes. Hands? Yes. In your panties? Yes.

Horny!Gojo is so fucking cute when he kisses you after sex, nuzzling your neck like a cat and telling you how good you treat him with that five star pussy.

Horny!Gojo jerks himself alone when you can't come over :( always to you, of course. Sexts like a menace. He's a bit too good at it.

Horny!Gojo gets so pussy drunk sometimes that he begs you to become his wife. His dick feels so raw and sensitive but he keeps squeezing it into that tight hole of yours.

Horny!Gojo is obsessed with you, mind body and soul. Just the sight of you and sound of you makes his dick stand up. And then he's whisking you off your feet and frantically throwing you onto the bed, and you're giggling at your horny boyfriend— oh... when did that happen? Hm. Well now he's your boyfriend.

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ovulating with satoru is hell. you want him to bend you every which way and slut you so badly that your claws literally dig in your thighs to stop you from jumping on him.

humping the bed when he’s not around, staying extra long in the shower to play with yourself, you would spiral.

if he were to fuck you while you were ovulating, there was no chance in hell; he wouldn’t take the chance to cum inside you, and you wouldn’t want to stop either.

one day, you couldn’t help yourself, you had to have him. he just got out of the shower with the towel hanging low, showing his happy trail and his wet hair.

he looked so fucking good, you couldn’t just ignore it, so you jumped on him and started to ride him without a care in the world.

he let you take him over and rock your hips on top of him with your hands placed on his chest and your head thrown back.

“ahhh, fuck, this feels so fucking good.” your teeth biting down on your lower lip, and your eyes squinted, trying to take in his dick pushing into your sweet spot.

this is what you needed. something big and hurt by stretching you out and pulsing against your walls, not your fingers or grinding against a bed.

satoru shifted as you clashed down on him repeatedly. you felt so good that he didn’t know what to do or say; the only thing that could come out were a series of moans and groans.

your pussy tightening around him every time his tip hit or grazed your sweet spot, and your stomach sucking in trying to hold in your climax.

if it weren’t for restraint, you would’ve come right then and there on his dick, but you wanted to enjoy this and savor it.

satoru’s hands that were placed firmly on your hips to keep you in place from falling by how you were bouncing on his dick, sliding up to your shirt, and sliding under the fabric.

gripping your breast and playing with your nipples, the sensitive sensation sending chills down your spine and a lump in your throat.

“stop… stop don’t i’m gonna cum.” if he kept messing with your nipple, you were going to explode, but your body didn’t hold out on your strain.

your pussy clenches once more before your back arches, and your mouth falls open as you start jolting on top of him.

this went on for hours and days of you clinging onto him to please you, and he did.

your walls were pulsing and craving for him every minute of the day. it felt so good when he was finally inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

as much as you were scared he was going to lose it and cum inside you, there’s no way he could wear a condom, you had to feel his flesh.

so the only thing you could rely on was hope and plan b.

but to both your surprises, it was you who was begging him to cum inside you, arching your back, and fucking yourself onto him to feel every single inch.

“give it to me, please, cum inside me.” he didn’t even hesitate and pushed his cum deep inside of you, even letting it leak out.

“look at that,” with a sly smirk on his face. that night, satoru rushed to the nearest store and got what he needed, and you took it.

the next day, you were in your right mind and embarrassed.

“ugh, i don’t want to talk about it.”

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[jaegerbby]

➳ inculpatus

--͙[satoru gojo x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 5800

╰┈➤ rundown; satoru is everything you want and more, it is time you gave him a little more of you.

╰┈➤ caution; virgin! reader (also described as having small breasts), established relationship, corruption kink, cunninglingus, size kink, cum eating, ball sucking (?), handjob, dry humping, fingering.

not proof read!

he is pretty, way too pretty for you to think properly.

"can i suck your dick?" satoru flinches once the words leave your mouth. he is perched on the quaint white sofa in your apartment and maybe you should not have spoken so loosely because his eyes slightly widen as he turns to you.

"sorry! it's just... you haven't tried anything with me." you unsurely speak, avoiding his gaze. satoru is respectful, overly so. you thought inviting him to your place would at least give him a hint without you having to spell it out for him.

sky blue eyes flit over your features before he licks his lips. they are so pink they look doll like. "i don't want to push you." he pauses. "because you're a virgin." while he does not admit it, it undeniably makes him hard.

"i'm not ready for sex but other things." you trail off, "you can do other things with me."

he jaggedly nods, his head feels dizzy after hearing you say he can have his way with you. "i'll do anything you want."

you perk up immediately.

"how do i get it hard?" he follows your gaze as you focus on his crotch. where the grey fabric of his pants are futile in concealing his bulge.

you are too cute. satoru surges forward to press soft wet kisses to the right of your neck before shifting to give the left the same treatment.

your breath picks up at his proximity, you feel the softness of his hair but it is a lot different in this atmosphere.

his large palm cups along your jaw. "you don't have to do anything. i could look at you and my cock gets so hard it hurts. it's worse cause these clothes are so skimpy." his gaze has darkened now, your mouth feels sticky with spit and your stomach turns in an unfamiliar way.

he grips your wrist to bring your hand onto his stiffened erection. "feel that?" he urges your touch along him, it feels hard, long and hot. so hot.

it does not take long before you are caressing him without any assistance, he puffs air into your face. "i didn't make a move cause i didn't want to scare you but i wanted to touch you. whenever you leaned over i saw your titties, i saw how small they are and your puffy nipples. got such cute tits, babe, wanted to suck on them so bad, would you like that?" you mewl at his low voice, his thumb strokes over your bottom lip.

"toru." his expression looks almost pained at how airy you sound, your voice is sexed out already. when you call him like that how is he supposed to stay sane?

he tugs the straps of your vest down, you practically writhe like a cock is in you as your breasts are revealed. you squeeze along his length, your little hand working him despite your lack of experience.

"i want to lick them up, see how much you squirm or if you'd cum from that alone. just from your little tits getting sucked" he paws at your chest, there is barely a handful for him to grope.

he tweaks your nipples, his eyes narrowing and his tongue flicking over his lip. he is so close you can see the sky within his eyes, the thickness of his lashes and the blush along his skin.

"you didn't wear a bra, what about panties? what kind do you wear, ones with little bows, pink, white? what's a virgin like you into? you keep your tight cunt covered in cute ones or do you dress her like a whore?" you moan at the vulgarity, your forehead leaning on his while you lose your bearings.

your pussy is a soaking mess and if you could, you would press your thighs together to relieve the ache that is building up the longer satoru invades your space.

your insides clench and clamp down, they feel like they are begging for something. satoru tugs your hand away from his heady cock and you whine.

"why don't you show me? show me what you have under those slutty shorts." he pinches at your nipple hard enough to make you wince, his teeth flashing as he smiles. he looks so pretty, far too perfect to be real.

your palm slowly strokes your pussy over your shorts, satoru's eyes hold yours before they flit down to look at you touch yourself.

his hands reach for your waist, bunching up in the fabric of your vest. he is so big and strong, his muscles flex and pulse. your fingers prod the waist band, biting your lip as you slip further in.

the soft skin of your pussy meets your fingers and the wetness pooling from your slit drenches them after. it is hot and syrupy. he can see bare skin where your hand keeps the fabric pulled taunt.

"i didn't wear any. cause you'd be here. i thought about you seeing my pussy through my shorts. did you, toru? when i answered the door or when i sat down did you see it?" he groans, rolling his head against yours.

you stroke down your slit, you are wetter than usually. you are so much wetter now than when you are touching yourself to the thought of him.

"you're driving me crazy. yeah i saw it. i saw your little cunt. you need to be careful, i'll start thinking you're telling me to take your pussy when you do things like this." you face contorts, satoru's hand trailing along your sides and his voice sounds like a wet dream come through.

you pump the underside of your fingers along your swollen opening. "i am, toru. it's already yours." your voice is all shaky and you do not sound like yourself at all.

you are all whiny and borderline desperate. you sound like you need to get fucked. you hurriedly tug your hand away to grip his face and press your mouth to his.

the slick from your fingers taints his skin and you hardly know how to kiss but satoru tilts his head to deepen it. he is a good kisser but you knew that already, you have kissed him before but never this exposed, never with this palpable tension.

he hums into your mouth, his hand cupping your throat as his tongue glides over yours. you feel like the saliva pools in your mouth, you suck on his bottom lip then you kiss him harder.

your fingers pull on his hair, your teeth gnashing. it is open mouthed and desperate. the kiss is all wet and sloppy and any time either of you pull back the other chases.

the other pushes forward to keep your mouths connected. wet smacks fill the room, his tongue claims every part of your mouth it already has and when you both lean back your chest is heaving

"fuck, oh fuck." you pant and your fists tangle in his shirt to pull him back in, your lips glide along satoru's, spit swapping and your cunt aching the more you kiss him.

you think you might give him your virginity this very moment.

his thumb strokes your throat, using his grip to draw you closer. your entire body is vibrating, you feel like every neurone in your system is firing off.

you whine, your mouth leaving his with a sticky smacking noise. "i think m'losing it." you breathlessly mutter, satoru drags his finger along your lips, smearing the saliva across the swollen flesh.

"i am too, you shouldn't have let me touch you. i won't be able to stop." you look so innocent, yet your hair is all messed up, your lips are puffy from kissing so aggressively, your cute little boobs are exposed and your pussy is so insanely wet, there is a wet patch through your shorts.

it drives satoru insane, how can you look like sin incarnate and still have innocence all over your face.

"i don't want you to stop." he groans at your admission, you need to stop before he is too far gone. you need to stop before satoru starts thinking about how the inside of your tight virgin pussy will feel. all hot, gooey and sticky. he just knows your leaky little fuck hole would take his shape so well.

he leans in to peck your lips, satoru needs to stop thinking. "m'not letting you suck my cock." you stare at him in disappointment. why are you doing that? satoru has half a mind to stick his cock in one of your holes and you are making it far too difficult not to.

his hands caress your hair, smoothening it down before he cups your face. he wants to bite your pouty lips and never stop kissing them at the same time.

"not today, not gna slip my cock in your tight baby throat and feel all those little muscles gripping me, no cause i want to eat up your pussy instead. i want to taste how sweet you are and stick my tongue in that virgin hole." your fingers paw at his body, feeling his hard stiff muscles beneath them. he tugs off your vest and you lay back as he reaches for the waist band of your shorts.

a deep sound rumbles in his chest when the material peels away from your cunt and he sees it for the first time.

"c'mon didn't you want me to see? spread your legs." and you do, without any fanfare. satoru's large palms coax along the back of your thighs before he cups under your knees to keep you open for his prying eyes. satoru wonders how long you had been thinking about showing him your hot sticky pussy.

he wishes you showed him sooner but he might have lost it since then. your cunt is dripping with slick, it leaks down your hole to your ass. you look all pink inside satoru wants to see it stretched around him, he wants to feel you gripping his cock and milking him dry.

"got such a pretty pussy, i'm lucky, so fucking lucky. my pretty girl is so gorgeous. look at this messy little hole, she's so wet, fuck." the tips of his fingers trail along your slit, collecting your wetness before he rolls your stiff clit. you jolt as he strokes your bundle of nerves. the mewl that escapes you is borderline pornographic.

he leans over to lap at your lips and then he is shoving his tongue in your mouth to roughly kiss you. his entire body is between your legs, he covers you completely. he is so big it makes you ditzy. he is hard and muscular all over.

when he is on you like this, all you can think about is how easily he could fuck you, it is all you want. you want him pounding into your pussy until you are brainless. he is so close he could take you right now if he pleased.

your hands tangle in his hair, trailing down his jaw and neck before you squeeze his broad shoulders. satoru moans into your mouth, propping his arm beside your head to crowd over you more.

your hips stuttering as he rubs your clit harder. you feel his bulge hitting the back of your thigh, hot on your skin beneath his clothes. you want to see it, you want to touch it.

"toru, i want to see you" a growl rumbles in his throat and he licks into your mouth. "take it off, please" you tug at his shirt, he does not want to stop kissing you. his expression is pained as he pulls away, hurriedly yanking off his shirt to reveal his narrow waist and the muscles all over his body.

you giggle when he shoves his pants down and almost falls over. he climbs onto you with an embarrassed smile on his face and blush coating his cheeks. "you laughing at me?" you hum. "cause you're cute and i like you." you brush the long hair away from of his forehead and wrap your legs around his narrow waist to tug him in.

when his covered erection meets your slit you both breathe heavily. "why didn't you take these off?" your finger prods the waistband of his boxers. your eyes are on his, the same ones that look like every sunny sky is held within them.

"i don't trust myself to not fuck you. if i take them off, you won't be a virgin for much longer." you shiver beneath him. that does not sound like a threat, it sounds like the solution to everything.

like something you need to keep breathing. satoru is big, every muscle in his body is defined, you can trace each one with your eyes. his shoulders, his abs, his biceps. you want to see how they flex and bulge when he is losing himself in your cunt. how they will pulse when he is fucking you.

he gropes your breasts, his tongue laving over your nipple before he sucks down on the perked flesh. your legs jerk when he thrusts his hips into yours. your stomach feels tight, you feel like there are too many butterflies within the small space.

your pussy leaks so much liquid it drenches the front of his boxers, it only makes it easier for him to hump away with your pussy. his bulky thighs are warm as they press into the back of yours to hold you open. satoru pants into your skin, you can see the ripple of his back muscles as he fucks his hips.

there are wet smacks of his cock colliding with your cunt, this alone feels so good, you know it would feel a million times better if he was actually fucking you. you want him to have you, you want the real thing. it turns your brain to mush, makes your cunt ache and your tummy tremble.

he is breathless when he kisses you, it is hard and sloppy. almost as hard as his cock grinding against you. it is thick and long, you want to have it in your hand, down your throat, inside you.

you never thought depravity would ruin you like this but it does and it is okay because satoru is the only one you will get like this for.

his hands desperately grip your cheeks and jaw. you moan as he pulls back to slam his hips particularly hard. hard enough to make your body jerk and your back arch.

"i want to eat you out. i need your pussy in my mouth, need to know how you taste." you whine, your nails dig into his nape, thighs squeezing on either side of his hips.

"anything, toru. anything you want." you mewl. the friction on your pussy has your head in a mess, more of a mess than the slick leaking from your untouched hole.

he presses his stuttering hips flush to yours, his hefty length digging into your cunt. "you don't know how much i thought about this, i used to rub my dick raw when i thought about getting my mouth on you. my tongue in you, wanted to smell and taste your pussy so bad."

he slowly kisses down your sternum, hands trailing over the heat his lips leave in their wake. his palms are so wide, just one spans your waist. just one covers the plane of your stomach. his mouth seems to water the closer he gets to your sex.

you tug your legs to your chest, your hands folded and resting over your mouth. you tense when satoru presses his nose into your slick and nudges the flesh. it is embarrassing, even after all you did, it makes you more flustered than you can explain.

"you smell like heaven, baby. fuck don't ever keep this cunt away from me." his tongue flicks out to lave over your buzzing clit and your eyes shut tightly. it is when he reaches your dripping hole does your body stiffen the most.

your toes curl as he licks you greedily, sucking at the sodden flesh. it is like he does not want to stop. he presses further, his tongue flattening over the expanse of your pussy as he licks it entirely.

"fuck, babe. your pussy's too perfect." his eyes flick upwards, they are blown out and predatory. he spreads your lips before wetly spitting a thick glob into you.

he drags it along your slit before plunging a finger inside. it is long and thick, a lot thicker than any of yours. you writhe at the intrusion.

"how am i supposed to fuck such a tight hole? won't be able to take it, i might just rip your cute little cunt apart." his mouth encloses your clit, sucking and licking as he fucks his finger into you. the pace he sets is fast and riveting, it has you moaning like a freaked up slut instead of a virgin.

you brokenly cry when he adds another finger and your insides are stretched more than they are used to. you can hear the soaked soppy noises of your hole being slammed into over and over, his slimy mouth on your clit.

it is so embarrassing. yet it feels so good, getting your insides stroked and having his mouth somewhere you never thought it should be made your entire body buzz.

his mouth wetly separates from your clit with a sticky pop. "you like that? yeah you do, got your pussy dripping all over me." he thrusts his fingers, deep and fast. like he has done it countless times before.

you dumbly nod your head, your insides squeezing his digits and your hips rutting to meet his movements. he pounds into your hole until the creamy liquid is dripping down his wrist and there are tears in your eyes. saliva webs in your mouth while you moan. he slowly pulls his digits out of you.

"you okay?" you hum, sniffling. your eyes trail along his glistening fingers, it is weird to think they were just inside of you. satoru looks at you as he kisses your abdomen, caressing your thigh before his tongue glides along your entrance.

the tip prods your cunt and you whine lowly when the hot slimy muscle finally sinks in, hips tilting at the strange sensation. he groans into your flesh, his jaw dropping to press deeper. the tip of his perfect nose nuzzles against your clit and your eyes flutter constantly.

your lids threaten to shut as his mouth drips saliva onto you and the muscle squirms within your gooey walls. the knot in your stomach pulls tighter and tighter, your thighs tensing at the sight of him bobbing his head between your legs.

your shaky fingers find purchase in fluffy white locks. the feeling of his tongue being pumped into you makes your mind go blank, it makes your mouth water and your insides tighten.

squelching sounds fill the room as he eats your cunt up. his tongue going so deep your vision blurs.

"toru, toru, toru." you did not realise you were moaning. blue eyes flick up to look at you, you who is so lost in pleasure your head is leaned back and your chest is heaving.

satoru thinks if he had to choose the happiness moment in his life it would be here, with you. you were intoxicating enough but having you like this meant he could never be without you.

your slick in his mouth drives him insane, he wants it on his tongue always, he could die happy if your pussy is the last thing he has. he sucks up your drenched hole before moving to your clit.

he laps at the mound, fingers filling your hole to replace his tongue. the faster he shoves into you the more you tremble, the more your body jolts and the tighter you grip his hair. they reach for his shoulders instead, nails digging into his flesh and it makes satoru think about you clawing his skin when his cock is buried balls deep in you.

your voice is all high pitched and whiny, your head writhes against the couch, hips bucking into his face. he does not give you a break, despite your moans being broken and shaky.

no, he slams his fingers into your creamy pussy, feeling your walls pulsing around him as he quickly thrusts into you.

your liquid splatters with the pace of his movements, his mouth alternating between sucking your clit and licking it up. your voice is all honey dew and dreamy when you cream.

satoru groans at the taste of your cum, still fingering your innocent hole as he laps at the evidence of your orgasm. your thighs tremble and you roll your hips into his face, breathless with the weight of your high.

satoru's jaw is covered with slick when he moves over you, his other hand still gently caressing between your folds after slipping out of your sensitive slit. "why do you know how to do that?" you mumble.

"i had to know just so i could do it with you." he flashes you the prettiest smile. you trace his jawline, your blurred eyes trailing over his messy hair, his lengthy lashes, his gorgeous eyes and the slope of his nose.

the pinkness of his lips is more swollen than usual and cum drips down his jaw. even so he lacked imperfections.

satoru pecks your cheek "you were so good, such a perfect girl." he presses his body flush onto yours, both of his arms hugging your figure.

your smile is flustered with his weight on you, you keep him as close as possible. you are overwhelmed in a good way.

you think you would do this countless times so long as it is with satoru. he buries his face into the crook of your neck and sighs softly.

"i don't think i could be without you." truly, he thinks it might break him. you press a kiss to his hair, your hand stroking down the toned bulked up expanse of his back.

"you'll always have me, toru." the sound that escapes him is something like a whine as he leans in to peck your lips.

"we should clean up." you slowly let go when he sits himself up. satoru's arm is resting along the back of the couch, one leg folded while the other rests on the tiled floor.

his dexterous hand adjusts his cock through his boxers. the thickness looks like it is struggling with the constricting fabric. your body feels lighter, the mess between your legs is a bit uncomfortable but you tug them to your chest and look at the male before you.

he is way too big, it makes you all tingly inside. like he could hurt you if he wanted to but he does not. like if he held you, his arms would be the most impenetrable fortress. 

"what do you want to do after?" he leans his head back, his eyes turn to you and his adam's apple bobs. he is looking at you but you are staring at his evident erection.

the thin material of his boxers does nothing to hide the girth of his aching cock nor does it conceal the wet patch from his pre cum.

"so shameless." he slyly smiles, he reaches to nudge your chin but his resolve falters when your gaze flits between his crotch and his eyes and your cute little tongue trails along the seam of your kiss swollen lips.

he hopes you do not say what he knows you will because satoru cannot resist you. not a single ounce of him has the strength to refuse you.

"toru, i can take care of you too." his smile slowly drops and his mouth dries. his eyes go dark and he tilts his head.

"yeah?" he sees your little hands bunch into fists before you perch yourself on your knees and you lean closer to him.

satoru wants you this close forever, to always see, touch and have no matter what. your hair frame your face and your lips pouts with your words.

"if you want to use my mouth or anything else, you can." you are temptation. you are temptation in the form of an angel.

satoru swallows hard, he shifts closer to you, hands cupping either side of your head. he kisses your forehead before nuzzling your nose with his.

"today isn't about me, we'll do it another time." your eyes flit over his features, leaning in to peck his plush pink lips. you grips his wrists, stroking them.

"but i want to do it now, i really want to see it." satoru breathes heavily. he feels like there is no air in his lungs.

"okay." it comes out soft, you are too good for him. "i just need you to put something on if i'm taking my boxers off."

his large palm trails down your bare chest "you're too pretty, you're everything i want and i don't trust myself to not take you." you slowly nod before holding his hand. satoru follows you without a question, he would follow you to ends of the earth without any hesitation.

your bedroom is pink where your apartment is white everywhere else, it is like you were hiding all the colour in here. it is his first time in your bedroom despite the countless times you slept over in his.

you have plushies all over your bed, the sheets are pink, your fluffy pillows are pink, your closet is wide open and all that meets the eye is pink. your laptop, headset, desk. it is all pink.

you leave him beside your bed and he sits at the edge with an increasingly painful erection making his boxers tight.

his eyes trail over your room and he has to adjust his cock again. this should not be a turn on.

yet something about you, a pretty little thing like you touching yourself in such an adorable room, getting fucked by him in here.

the thought of him pressing your face into these pink sheets and rawing your cunt with reckless abandon. it makes him lose his mind.

he winces as he tugs his swollen cock. when you come back into his view, pink lacy panties are covering your pussy and the matching bra that conceals your tits makes satoru groan.

you draw closer to him and his large palms caress your hips. "now i know you wear cute panties." he jokingly says but there is a desperate undertone in his voice.

when you kneel down, satoru thinks he might be too turned on to think. he wants to keep you to himself.

your hand strokes along his happy trail before teasing the waistband framing his deep v line. he gently grasps your wrist, preventing you from going further.

"we'll leave the blow job for another day, okay? you can use your hand, i'll tell you what to do." you nod yet your eyes look all hungry. his abs tense, staring at your face as he tucks his thumbs into his boxers and tugs them down his thighs.

finally having his aching cock unrestricted has him grunting. your expression is so flustered yet you are pressing your legs together to dull that burning desire at the sight of him.

he grits his teeth, you are staring at it, from the pinkness of his swollen tip, to the dip where his head meets his shaft. the hefty girth with veins trailing down it, there is one particularly prominent one along the underside.

satoru wants to make you feel every inch of it inside, he wants to make you take his shape. maybe he is thinking too deeply, he jolts when your mouth surrounds the side of his ballsack and your little tongue is laved along it repeatedly. "don't- ohmfuck. okay, okay." he pants, fingers curling into his palms.

you need to stop before satoru shoves his entire cock down your throat without any care that you are gagging and choking on it. the gasp that leaves him is way too shaky. his tip goes past your face, it is over the crown of your head, it is too big for you. he is too big for you but he cannot not touch you.

he needs you like he needs air. he hums softly, he should stop you. he really should but he cannot when you are sucking at his balls. your little hands resting on his upper thighs and your mouth is draining him of any self preservation.

"you like it?" there is a sticky noise as your mouth pulls back, so much saliva on his skin. it is even webbed in your mouth.

"mm, you're so big toru." hearing those words in your soft voice makes his cock ache. he should not, he really should not but he needs to see it.

"keep that pretty baby mouth closed." he cups the back of your head, gripping his cock and squeezing it tightly before he presses it into your cheek. he curses, burning it into memory as he rubs his mushroom tip along your lips. his pre cum looks better than any lipgloss you own.

his fingers tangle in your hair to make you look up at him. having pretty little you, kneeling in nothing but laced panties chips away at satoru's restraint.

"want you to wrap your hand around it, can you do that for me?" you hum, when he lets go your fingers take his place. right around his base, your hand is so much smaller and so much softer. your fingers do not even reach around the perimeter of his cock.

his breaths are all laboured and hard, "don't put it in your mouth, just lick the head." his thumb strokes your cheek and you lean closer. your squirming slimy tongue trails over the slit and satoru throbs against the muscle.

"fuck, baby, you're so good at listening." he grips your hand to guide you up and down his length. "squeeze it a bit and move your hand like this." pre cum dribbles and he lets you do it on your own. it is jerky and unsure but somehow your hand feels so much better than his. he leans back on his arms, his hips moving slightly, his chest heaving and his dick begging for release.

"am i doing okay?" you mumble, begging for praise, feeling the ridges of his cock along your fingers while you slowly stroke up over his thick head and down his shaft.

the liquid seeping from his tip glides down along the sides and collects on your fingers, making it easier to jerk him off.

"more than okay, pretty girl. you're perfect." satoru's hand tangles in your pink sheets, the other reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"faster?" you tilt your head, you are like a puppy. the cutest one ever.

"if you want." he grunts, when your hand starts pumping at his cock more, his eyes roll back. the muscles along his thighs flexing, all over his body in fact. he cannot help but fuck his hips upwards to meet your movements.

he is leaking incessantly, it coats your hand and it sounds all sticky and wet when you rub his cock. satoru curses, he feels like a virgin, maybe it was you, maybe it was your hand on him but it made his stomach all tight and his cock throb with no control.

you stroke at his base with a vigorous pace, your other hand surrounding his upper shaft and moving much slower. he jerks, teeth gritting when your tongue laves over the pinkness of his head before you take it in your mouth. it is so warm and wet, it makes him lose his mind.

your lips rest right before his shaft and the second you suck, satoru tightly grips the sheets, his head hanging and his jaw dropped to moan erotically.

"baby, baby what are you doing to me?" his unsteady palm caresses the crown of your head, petting you like the sight of his cock in your mouth does not tear him to bits. like it has not thrown him over the edge.

he wonders if you can feel him pulsing against your tongue. he wants to know what deeper in your little mouth would feel like wrapped around him.

"you're so fucking good, holy shit. never felt this good before." he groans and your eyes meet his, your wide innocent looking eyes despite how he has tainted you already. you look too pure for what you are doing.

"fuck m'gna cum. gna cum, take your mouth off baby." his hips stutter, muscles jumping. his toes curl into the fluffy mat beneath you both. you are still licking and wetly slurping around his head while you stroke his cock. the heated muscle of your tongue laving at his slit.

satoru's never came this quick before. his lids keep fluttering, he cannot stop groaning. his mind is too occupied with the thought of cumming in your mouth to stop you though he knows he should.

you keep touching and satoru has lost it already. he does not realise he is cumming in your little mouth until your hands have slowed down and you are teary eyed with milky liquid dripping down your jaw.

he curses. satoru is so sensitive and you are swallowing, why do you keep swallowing?

"baby, don't swallow. fuck, you don't have to." your hands shift to rest on his thighs, your brows furrowed and your little throat still bobbing.

you lean back and strands of cum are webbed in your mouth, still connected to his softening member. it drips onto the rug beneath you.

you sniffle, swallowing hard while you gaze up at him. your eyes are all glossy and pretty.

"i didn't think it would be that much." you are on your knees, right in front of him with your belly full of his cum, looking like the sweetest girl in the whole world.

you are his, you are all his. you have to be.

he cups either side of your face, leaning down to kiss you hard. he tilts his head, his tongue gliding over yours and the taste of his cum heavy in your mouth.

he reaches under your arms to lift you into his lap, nose nuzzling yours while he hugs you close. you are so much smaller you tuck right in along his large frame.

"i like you too much." he breathes into your shared air.

satoru cannot get enough of you.

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[gojorgeous]

you meet satoru when his class comes to America for a two-week exchange program. You’re part of the corresponding class year, so it’s your and your classmate’s job to show them around and make them feel… welcome.

It takes him all of two seconds after seeing you to decide you’re his wife.

You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You’re smart, you’re strong, you’re THAT girl. He needs you.

The next two weeks are spent like teenagers. You manage to get Shoko in a dress and a full face of makeup and you get a few shots of vodka in the boys and suddenly you’re out dancing at any club that’ll let you in. The nights are fun, the days are even better. You and your friends take them to every good restaurant in the city and to every park and coffee shop.

You know satoru likes you. It’s obvious. Every time his eyes land on yours you practically see hearts. But… you ignore it. It would never work, anyway. You’re not interested in a one night stand and he’s going back to Japan. And even if he did want a real relationship, his clan would never approve of you. He’s Satoru Gojo and you’re a first generation sorcerer from bum-fuck nowhere with no money or status and nothing to offer but a pretty smile.

That’s what you think until he’s scheduled to be getting back on his plane and instead he’s down on one knee in front of you, begging you to come back with him to Japan and… marry him?

You call him crazy. You’re 18. You live on two different continents. It’s only been two weeks. You-

He cuts you off before you can go any further, telling you to please, “just listen”. Before you know it, he’s sliding a massive rock onto your finger and telling you that you can have… a trial period. Come back to Japan with him, live with him for a year. He’ll pay for everything, buy everything, and he’ll wire five million dollars into your account right now as a “safety net”. If you’re not satisfied with his performance at any time, you’re free to leave.

You’re crying, telling him this is a stupid idea, that his clan won’t approve, that the entirety of jujutsu society won’t approve… and yet you still find yourself saying, “yes”.

The next time you call home you have a lot of explaining to do.

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