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[lavnder311]

Forced Proximity

Synopsis: In which the strongest and reader confess their feelings.

Themes: female reader, mutual pining, longing, HEAVY TENSION, some conflict, friends-to-lovers. Fluff, little bit of angst, kinda slow burn. Didn’t proofread but if you find something it’s definitely your eyes or screen 🙏 enjoy !

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When the news about floods and heavy rain rang through the halls of Jujutsu High, you never expected it to be much of an issue. Matter of fact, you thought it was like every other day during the Tsuyu season. Sighing, you took a look out the window from your classroom, coffee in hand, dreading the moment work is over before you’re drenched in rain.

You weren’t a teacher at Jujutsu High for long, only opting to take up the role since your long time friend and colleague, Gojo Satoru, was gone on missions quite often. When he came back, he was often tired and had discoloration around his eyes from the lack of rest, only for him to continue his work as normal, always putting a smile for his students in class. With you teaching, it gave him that time to rest a little extra before training his students one-on-one.

It wasn’t exactly a decision he agreed to, as he believed it was a burden he- as the strongest- should carry. It took many months before he finally considered your proposal. After all, you’d be safe at Jujutsu High, instead of fighting off curses in who knows where, right?

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“Oh come on Satoru,” you pleaded, reaching up to his eye level before being stopped by his infinity.

“Promise sweets,” he said with a dramatic sigh, reaching out to ruffle your hair before swiftly and effortlessly dodging your swat at his hand. “I’m fine. I’m the strongest, after all!” He flashed you a grin, his tone both playful and self-assured. He took out some candy from his pocket, popping it into his mouth before putting another right above your lips, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “C’mon, I know you want it.”

You frustratedly sighed, taking the candy and throwing it in the nearest trash bin. Crossing your arms, you gave him a pointed look as he quickly frowned, furrowing his brows in response. “Satoru, I’m bring serious. You can’t even tell me the last time you had 7-8 hours of rest. Or eaten a proper, nutritious, meal.” Emphasizing the last sentence, knowing he loves his sweets. (Of course the candy- not you. Right?) “Let me do this for you.” You pleaded, shoulders hanging in defeat.

His movements faltered for the slightest second before tilting his head back, humming in thought. “Well, I guess it’d be a nice vacation for you. Safer part of the job, no fighting curses, just keeping me company, aren’t ya?” His smirk all too knowing.

Sighing, you softly shook your head and rolled your eyes before giving him a look of worry. “I just.. I want to look out for you,”

He piped up in interest before swallowing another piece of candy he kept safely hidden. “Looking after the strongest will only get ya so far,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. “But why?” He asked, his tone shifting to genuine curiosity.

Now that, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- answer. Your friendship with Satoru was.. complicated. It was like walking a fine line between comfort and tension, one moment full of stolen glances and playful teasing, the next filled with casual flirtations- though, you were never really sure if that was just his way with everyone.

Most of the time, it was just Satoru pretending everything was fine when you knew he needed a break. He never let anyone see how much he carried, always wearing that smile. Most of the time, it was you two sitting atop of Jujutsu High, watching the sunset or laughing at a horror movie with stupid plots. Sometimes it was quiet walks to cafes or his favorite candy shops.

But right now? Now you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to make a decision. You glanced at him, hesitation in your tongue. Finally, you sighed and muttered, “Because you’re an absolute idiot.”

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“Attention all still at Jujutsu High,” a voice echoed through halls and classrooms, about 40 minutes after students resigned to their homes or designated rooms. “Weather conditions are not safe. I repeat, weather conditions are not safe. Please stay indoors until further notice.”

The thunder was almost impossible to miss, lightning making its way through the clouds, and heavy rain painting all that is Jujutsu High. Clearly, you weren’t going anywhere.

“Looks like I’m stuck,” you muttered, glaring out the rain-slick window. The storm outside almost seemed theatrical in its ferocity. Each flap of thunder rattled the walls of Jujutsu High, as if the world itself wanted to remind you that you couldn’t go anywhere.

A knock came from your door, an all too familiar one. Raising a brow, you sat up on your desk, crossing one leg over the other. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” A voice chimed in as the door opened. A voice too familiar, too smooth and unmistakably teasing.

You softly smiled seeing him come through the door, noticing he decided to opt into more casual clothing rather than his usual uniform and black blindfold.

“Satoru,” you greeted, your voice steady, though your heart did a little flip at the sight of him. It was almost unfair how effortlessly good he looked, even in casual clothes. A black coat paired with a white shirt underneath and black pants tailored to fit his lengthy figure. His hair, usually spiked and tall, looked softer- almost as though he hadn’t bothered fixing it before coming to see you.

He closed the door behind him with an air on nonchalance, leaning back as he crossed his arms. “Missed me already, sweets?” He teased, his lips curling into a lazy grin.

“You mean in the forty minutes since we last spoke?” You quipped, resting your chin in your hand, playfully grinning at him. “I’m not sure if I could have bared any longer without you.” You teased right back, your tone light but betraying a flicker of something deeper.

Satoru’s grin widened, his ego soaking up the attention as he leaned casually against your desk. “See? I knew you couldn’t resist me. I’m the highlight of everyone’s day as the strongest, after all.”

You rolled your eyes, but the playful glint in his expression made it impossible to look away. “Highlight? More like a recurring inconvenience.”

“Ouch.” He placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “And here I thought we were bonding. Guess I’ll just take my charm elsewhere.”

You chuckled, putting your hands up in defense. “Don’t let me stop you.” You replied, though the words lacked bite. If anything, the thought of him leaving sent a pang of disappointment through you. You quickly masked it with a smirk, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

But Satoru didn’t move. He stayed rooted in his place, his usual easy grin faltering just slightly. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than it should have, softening in a way that felt almost too intimate. The playful banter that defined so many of your interactions seemed to melt away, leaving something raw and unspoken.

“Actually,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant, “I think I’ll stick around.”

There was a weight to his words, a vulnerability that didn’t match his usual carefree demeanor. His tone lacked the teasing lilt you’d grown so used to, and it caught you off guard.

You glanced up at him, expecting another sly remark, but what you found instead made your chest tighten. His eyes, visible beneath his tinted glasses, were fixed on you- not with his usual amusement, but with a kind of longing he didn’t bother to hide. The storm outside roared, but in the silence between you, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you.

For a second, you thought he might say something else, something you weren’t sure you were ready to hear. But instead, he shifted slightly, running a hand through his hair in what felt like an attempt to break the tension.

“I mean, who else is going to put up with me in a storm like this?” He added, the teasing edge returning to his voice, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You let out a shaky breath, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your own emotions swirling just as chaotically as the weather outside. “Lucky me,” you managed, keeping your tone light even as your heart raced.

He smiled faintly, but it wasn’t his usual playful smirk. It was softer, tinged with something you couldn’t quite name. And as he leaned casually against the edge of your desk, the space between you felt charged. Like both of you were waiting for something to happen- a shy confession, a flirt, maybe even something more- something neither of you dared to name.

Thunder shook the walls of Jujutsu High, causing your desk to slightly tremble. The sound echoed in the silence, as if the storm itself was urging something to break.

Suddenly clearing your throat, you forced yourself to look away, breaking the eye contact that held you captive.

“Well!” You quipped, trying to shake off the heaviness in the air. Satoru’s gaze was no longer on you, but rather the rain outside. His features were softened against the dim light, his jaw- that was usually relaxed and quick to smile, tightened for just a moment- barely noticeable if you hadn’t been watching him so closely.

“You’re unusually quiet,” you ventured, your tone light but curious. It wasn’t like him to let silences linger, especially not around you.

He let out a low hum, finally turning his head toward you. “Just thinking sweets,” he said, his voice smoother now, though something about it felt guarded.

“Thinking?” you echoed, raising a brow. “That’s a dangerous pastime for someone like you.”

His lips quirked into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Funny,” he murmured, taking a step closer to your desk, his fingers brushing the wood as if testing its solidity—or maybe just grounding himself. “But even I have my moments.”

You tilted your head, studying him carefully. The Satoru you knew was always confident, always teasing, always larger than life. But now, under the weight of the storm, there was something quieter about him, something you weren’t used to seeing.

“Care to share?” you asked softly, folding your arms across your chest.

He hesitated, just for a second, his hand stilling on your desk. His glasses reflected the flicker of lightning outside, masking his eyes, but you could feel the intensity of his gaze all the same.

“Not much to share,” he said finally, though his tone lacked its usual bravado. “Just wondering how many more storms we’ll have to sit through before someone…” He trailed off, his smirk fading into something softer, almost wistful. “…does something about it.”

Your heart stuttered at his words, at the way they felt so much bigger than the weather outside. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat, drowned out by the thunder that rattled the walls once more.

“Maybe… hypothetically,” you began, your voice softer now, as if testing the waters, “a little push could help. You know, fire things up, I suppose.”

Satoru’s lips quirked into a small smile, but there was something unreadable in his expression, something that made your cheeks burn. “A little push, huh?” he echoed, his tone low and teasing, though there was an edge to it, like he was daring you to say more.

You shrugged, trying to maintain your composure under the weight of his stare. “I mean, sometimes things just… need a spark to get going. Isn’t that what storms are for?”

His fingers drummed lightly against the desk, his gaze never leaving you. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice dipping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Playing with fire can be dangerous.”

“Maybe,” you countered, leaning back slightly to put some space between you, though the tension still thrummed in the air. “But isn’t that what makes it exciting?”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the words hanging between you like the crackle of lightning in the storm. His smile faded into something softer, something that felt almost too raw to look at.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. His words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and unshakable. “The storm.. it wouldn’t be easy.”

His gaze, fixed on you, was softer now, stripped of its usual teasing confidence. It was as if he wasn’t just talking about the weather anymore, and the weight of his unspoken thoughts sent a ripple of unease and anticipation through you.

You swallowed, your heart racing as you tried to decipher the layers behind his words. “No,” you replied quietly, your voice barely steady. “It wouldn’t be easy. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth facing.”

His lips parted slightly, as though your response had caught him off guard. For once, he didn’t have a quick comeback, no smirk to hide behind. Instead, he shifted, stepping just a little closer, the space between you shrinking with each beat of the thunder outside.

“Sometimes storms destroy everything in their path,” he murmured, his voice so low it was almost lost beneath the rain hammering against the windows. “And sometimes… they make things clearer. Wash it all clean.”

You felt your breath hitch at the rawness in his tone, the vulnerability he rarely allowed to show. “Which one is this?” you asked softly, your voice carrying a hint of challenge but also something more—hope.

He hesitated, his fingers curling into a loose fist as though he were holding himself back. “That depends,” he said finally, his gaze never wavering from yours. “On whether you think it’s worth the risk.”

Every word, every glance, felt like it could tip the fragile balance you were both clinging to. “I do,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

And for the briefest of moments, Satoru looked like he might close the distance entirely, the hesitation in his eyes giving way to something fierce, something undeniable.

The storm outside roared, the thunder cracking loud enough to rattle the glass panes, but neither of you flinched. Instead, the silence between you seemed louder, charged with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t find the courage to voice.

“You’re serious,” he murmured, almost to himself, the faintest edge of disbelief in his tone. His hand moved instinctively, brushing against the desk before retreating, as if he wasn’t sure whether to close the gap between you or hold himself back.

“Would I have said it if I wasn’t?” you countered, your voice steadier than you felt.

His gaze searched yours, his usual cocky exterior stripped away, leaving nothing but raw vulnerability. It was rare to see him like this, rare for him to let the mask slip. And yet, here he was, standing before you as if the storm outside had laid him bare.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he asked, his voice barely audible, almost swallowed by the rain.

“Get what?” you pressed, your heart hammering in your chest.

He exhaled sharply, his hand running through his hair in frustration. “That I’m not afraid of the storm out there,” he said, nodding toward the rain-soaked window. “I’m afraid of the one in here.” His hand moved, just slightly, as if to gesture to the space between you, the unspoken feelings that hung like static in the air.

“I’ll be busy almost all the time, and the little time I do get, it’s to rest and train my students..” he began, worry filling his eyes. “And where would that leave time for you? For us?”

The confession hit you like a bolt of lightning, sudden and blinding. Your throat tightened as you tried to find the words, but nothing came.

“Satoru…” you started, but the sound of his name on your lips made him flinch, as if it carried too much weight, too much meaning.

He looked away, the flicker of worry in his eyes dimming as if he’d said too much. “It’s not fair to you,” he continued, his voice quieter now, almost drowned out by the rain. “To expect you to be okay with… scraps of my time, with someone who can’t even promise to be around when it matters most.”

Your chest ached at the way his voice cracked on the last word, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He wasn’t just pushing you away—he was scared. Scared of letting you in, of not being enough.

“Satoru,” you repeated, the sound of his name pulling his gaze back to yours. His expression faltered, the weight of his insecurities etched into every line of his face.

“Don’t,” he murmured, his hand lifting as though to stop you, but he didn’t pull away when you stepped closer.

“You don’t get to decide what’s fair for me,” you said firmly, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. “I know what this is—what we are. And I don’t care how busy you are, or how little time you think you have. I care about you, Satoru. Isn’t that enough?”

His eyes widened, his composure slipping further as the tension between you reached a breaking point. The storm outside seemed to echo the chaos in your chest, the thunder roaring like an unspoken promise waiting to be fulfilled.

“You make it sound so simple,” he said, a faint, shaky laugh escaping him. But there was no mistaking the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his hand finally reached out to rest on the edge of your desk, inches from yours.

“Maybe it is,” you replied, your voice steady despite the rapid thrum of your heartbeat. “Maybe you’re the one making it complicated.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, the vulnerability in his eyes giving way to something warmer, something that made your breath catch. His hand shifted, fingers brushing against yours—hesitant, tentative, like he was afraid to cross the line but couldn’t stop himself.

His fingers lingered against yours, warm and tentative, before he finally laced them together. The subtle touch sent a jolt through you, more powerful than any thunder outside. His grip tightened slightly, as though he feared letting go would mean losing something he couldn’t afford to.

“You really think it’s that easy?” he asked, his voice quieter now, yet laced with an edge of disbelief.

“I think you’re worth it,” you said simply, the words carrying more conviction than you thought possible. “I’m not asking for perfect. I’m asking for real—for you. Isn’t that enough?”

He let out a breath he didn’t seem to realize he was holding, his free hand brushing through his hair in a rare display of vulnerability. The usual smirk that would have accompanied your boldness was nowhere to be found. Instead, his lips parted slightly, his brows furrowed, as though trying to comprehend the weight of your words.

“You have no idea what you’re signing up for,” he muttered, shaking his head. But his fingers stayed locked with yours, betraying the battle between his mind and his heart. “It’s messy. I’m messy.”

“Then I guess I’ll learn to handle messy,” you replied without hesitation, stepping closer. The space between you was nearly nonexistent now, the storm outside a mere echo to the one building between you. “You don’t have to do this alone, Satoru.”

His jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “You’re not making this easy,” he said, his voice wavering.

“Good,” you said, your tone soft but resolute. “Because the things that matter never are.”

For a moment, his expression cracked, his usual cool façade shattering under the intensity of your gaze. His hand let go of the desk and rose slowly, hesitantly, as if unsure of its place. But then his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch featherlight, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he pressed too hard.

“Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?” he asked, but there was no malice in his words, only a quiet reverence that made your heart skip.

“Because someone has to be,” you whispered, leaning into his touch without thinking.

The silence stretched between you, charged and trembling, until he finally broke it. “You’re going to ruin me,” he said, the faintest hint of a smirk returning to his lips.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice a little breathless. “But isn’t that what makes it exciting?”

And then, before either of you could second-guess it, he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that felt both hesitant and inevitable, like the meeting of two storms destined to collide.

His lips were warm against yours, soft and deliberate, like he was testing the waters of something he had fought against for too long. The world outside seemed to dissolve—the thunder, the rain, even the walls of Jujutsu High—leaving only the two of you in the center of it all.

When he pulled back, it was barely an inch, his forehead resting against yours as his breath mingled with your own. His hand still cradled your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your skin as though grounding himself in the reality of this moment.

“I’m not sure what’s scarier,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. “The storm outside or how much I don’t want to let you go.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled softly, your hand reaching up to cover his where it rested against your cheek. “Then don’t,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the chaos of feelings threatening to overwhelm you.

He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as though he was surrendering to something he’d fought for too long. “You make it sound so easy,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching into the faintest smile.

“It doesn’t have to be hard,” you replied, letting your fingers trail down to intertwine with his again. “We’ll figure it out—together. Like we always have.”

The vulnerability in his eyes was replaced by something lighter, something hopeful, and it made your chest tighten. For once, Satoru Gojo—the strongest sorcerer you knew—looked like a man who believed he could rely on someone else.

“Together,” he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue like a promise.

The sound of thunder rumbled again, but this time it felt distant, less intrusive. Satoru straightened, his hand slipping from your face but staying firmly locked with yours.

“Well, we’ve already survived one storm,” he said, his usual teasing tone creeping back as he gestured to the window. “What’s a few more, right?”

You chuckled, shaking your head at him. “Always so dramatic.”

His grin widened, though it didn’t quite mask the sincerity lingering in his eyes. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Unfortunately, I wouldn’t.”

The two of you stood there for a moment longer, the storm outside gradually fading into a softer rhythm. It wasn’t a resolution to everything—there were still obstacles ahead, uncertainties and fears to navigate—but it felt like the beginning of something real.

Satoru squeezed your hand, pulling you toward the door with a newfound ease in his step. “Come on,” he said, flashing you a playful smirk. “Let’s see if we can find something to eat before the next storm rolls in. And maybe you can tell me how you plan to ‘handle messy.’”

You laughed, letting him lead the way. “Oh, you’ll see.”

And as the two of you walked down the hall, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, the storms were worth it after all.

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Ugh it’s been so long since I’ve written and I’ve been so invested with my job. Anyways, here’s this piece for Gojo! 🩷

[ponderingmoonlight]

And yet, you're here

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: Years after Suguru left, you're still not able to get him off your mind. When he reappears years after his betrayal, the past collides with the present. Unexpected, in a way you didn't even dare to dream about.

Warnings: this isn't proofread 100%, the emotional rollercoaster you deserve, hurt to comfort big time, this is for all my geto girlies who deserve their happy ending

please please please make this go viral thank you

„He’s a threat for the whole population!”

“We need to kill that brat before he kills all non-sorcerers.”

“I can’t believe someone like him was able to do something like…that.”

“So much wasted potential. Why does a special grade sorcerer act this way?”

“I thought he’s a nice boy.”

“So, you’re not one of those nice guys I guess.”

The sun already hung so low in the sky that you were barely able to see his soft features, let alone the surprised look that crept over his face while hearing those words coming from your mouth.

“Are you talking about me or Satoru?”

You let out one of those cute chuckles he adored so much, the kind he heard in his head on repeat even when you were long gone. Gosh, he couldn’t get enough of this. Those lonely nights with only you and a cigarette by his side, the countless hours he spent trying to understand you while it was his mind that slowly but surely fell apart.

“Nope, I’m always talking about you, Suguru.”

“What am I if not a nice guy, then?”

Sure, Satoru Gojo was his one and only best friend, but you were something else entirely: An unspoken bond that lived in the spaces between words, in glances that lingered just a moment too long. You weren’t a lover, not in the conventional sense, but you weren’t just a friend either. You were a mirror to his soul, the keeper of truths he couldn't bear to speak aloud, and the only person who could hold the weight of his silence without it breaking you both.

“You’re... complicated,” you finally replied, the word laced with warmth rather than judgment.

“You’re the kind of person who feels too much but hides it too well. The kind who would burn the world down if it meant saving the people you love. Not everyone understands that, but I do. Or at least I’m convinced I do.”

Suguru’s lips twitched into a faint smile, more melancholic than amused.

“Complicated, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

“And dangerous,” you added lightly, the hint of a smile in your voice.

“But not in the way they think. Not to me.”

His expression softened, the darkness in his eyes easing for just a moment as he stared at you.

“Not to you,” he echoed, as though testing the words on his tongue, letting them sink into the cracks of his fraying soul.

Till this day, that one last conversation both of you had on that lonely bench still haunts him. The way you looked at him back then, as if you’d already knew that you might never see him again, as if you just counted the hours until he goes berserk.

What are you thinking about him now?

Is he still on your mind?

Are you hating him the way Satoru does?

“You’re thinking about her again, don’t you?”

Fuck. He thought about you.

Again.

Suguru lets out a sharp exhale, the sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh, bitter enough to sting his own ears. How pathetic he has to look to the people surrounding him. When he walked down this path, he knew that he’ll have to do it without you, that he won’t be able to see you again. And yet…

Losing you seems to hurt more than anything else.

 “Of course I am,” he admits to his assistant, his voice low and rough like gravel underfoot.

“Not like I can help it. She’s everywhere, even when she’s not. It’s ridiculous.”

There it is again, your face ghosting through his mind. Other than Satoru and Shoko, you never really tried to find him. If you wanted to, you would, right? Maybe you’re too mad at him for all the things he’s done. Or maybe you already forgot about him.

 “But it doesn’t matter, does it? She’s gone. Just like everything else.”

For a moment, he closes his eyes, trying to drown out the memories, the sound of your laugh, the way your voice softened when you said his name, the weight of your eyes on him as if you could see through all the lies he told himself. He’d burn every memory if he could, let them smolder in the same fire that consumed the rest of his life.

“Besides. She’d hate me now, just like everyone else. Maybe she was just waiting for me to turn into the monster she saw coming.”

“Stop stewing in these thoughts, that doesn’t matter anymore. We’re expecting another bunch of monkeys in half an hour.”

But even as she said it, the words tasted wrong. It shouldn’t matter that he can still feel the warmth of your gaze, your unwavering belief in him, and yet it cuts deeper than any accusation ever could. Suguru shakes his head while straightening his shoulders, eyes locked onto Manami in front of him in order to force you off his mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, as though trying to convince himself.

“It’s too late for that now. So, where’s the monkeys?”

“Why did I know I’d find you here?”

His voice startles you, making you jump slightly. You turn to see none other than Satoru Gojo standing there, hands in his pockets, his white hair catching the fading sunlight. The sunglasses perched on his nose don’t quite hide the sharp edge in his expression he usually wears around you.

“Because I’m always here, I guess,” you reply softly, your tone as tired as the circles under your eyes appear.

“And I told you to stop a long time ago,” Satoru bites back, his voice bitter, cutting.

“The Suguru you knew… he’s gone.”

The weight of his words lands hard, though they’re not new. He’s said them before, with the same venom in his voice, every time you bring up Suguru or the past.

“I know. I’ve always known.”

“Then why do you keep punishing yourself? Dropping out of Jujutsu High when everyone needed you didn’t bring him back. Hiding out here doesn’t change anything, y’know?”

“It wasn’t about bringing him back, Satoru,” you snap, your voice sharper than you intend.

“It was about… letting him go. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” he challenges, stepping closer.

“I’ve spent years watching people destroy themselves over things they can’t fix. I know the look in your eyes - you miss him. You always have. But you didn’t even try to stop him when he turned his back on us.”

You flinch, his words hitting a nerve.

“Because it wasn’t my place. I wasn’t like you, Gojo. I wasn’t his best friend. I wasn’t strong enough to drag him back kicking and screaming or to stand in his way. All I could do was… let him live the way he decided to. I thought… maybe if I stayed behind, if I didn’t follow him, he’d understand that I believed in him, that I trust him and his actions, the path he chooses. That I’d be here if he ever wanted to come back.”

Satoru’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. He never understood. Until this day, he never wrapped his head around the fact that you didn’t try to stop his best friend back then. You, who had more power over Suguru than himself.

God, how much he hates that disgusting truth until now.

“And look where that got you,” he mutters.

You look away, your hands gripping the edge of the bench for support.

“I never expected to see him again, Satoru. I didn’t think I’d matter enough to him for that.”

The silence between you stretches thin, brittle as glass.

“Do you think he hates me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“For staying behind? For not going after him?”

Gojo doesn’t answer, which is answer enough. You know he blames you, at least a little, for what happened. For not doing more. For leaving everything to him. For allowing Suguru to turn his back on Jujutsu High.

“Suguru hating you? Never. I bet he still thinks about you every damn day”, Satoru mutters under his breath before turning on his heels and leaving you standing in the rain.

Suguru, still thinking about you? You shake your head vehemently, not allowing that absurd thought into your brain. If he would miss you, he’d visit you, right? In all those years, he never lifted a finger in order to find you.

You were right there. In your small apartment, at jujutsu high.

Maybe he forgot about you after all.

“Me? Forgetting you? I’d never be able to do that, (y/n).”

Maybe some promises are meant to be broken.

-a few evenings later-

You’ve drank too much.

You always do when Shoko isn’t with you, when no one’s around to watch you. But even though you emptied a whole bottle of liqueur on your own, you still aren’t able to forget him. Fuck, his face is glued onto your mind like a second skin, never leaves you even though you drink enough to forget your own name.

Will it always feel like this? Will that ache ever go away?

“What are you thinking about, handsome?”

“Something I’ve lost some while ago”, you mumble, absently swirling your glittery cocktail around.

“That’s a bummer.”

You don’t even gift the random stranger next to you a look, the guy who smells like cheap cigarettes so vehemently that you feel like throwing up.

Maybe it’s time to call it a day.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

You spring back onto your feet, the alcohol vibrating through your veins. You were never much of a drinker back then, only shared a cigarette with Suguru from time to time. But this became your only way to numb the pain. At least for a few hours, at least for some time.

The cold air of the night hits your face like a wall. Even though it’s far past midnight, the city buzzes in street light, laughter and cries. And yet, all you’re able to think about is him again. His laugh, his voice, the way he used to look at you when he thought no one else was watching. Is it wrong to long for him? Is it disgusting that you couldn’t care less about the things he’s done those past years, about what he’d become?

You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they cling to you, stubborn and relentless. Why can’t you just stop? Stop longing for something that will never happen, stop running after a person who is long gone? Suguru won’t come back, you won’t just meet him on a random street-

The click of footsteps catches your attention. Heavy, yet elegant footsteps across the still busy street.

At first, you think it’s just another stranger wandering through the city’s darkened streets. But something about the rhythm - steady, purposeful - sets your nerves on edge. Something about this feels familiar.

You glance up, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze meets a pair of familiar dark brown eyes.

Suguru Geto.

The world around you blurs, the sounds of the city fading into silence. It’s him, unmistakably him. His hair is longer than you remember, strands sticking to his face from what looks like rain, or maybe it’s sweat. Blood splatters ruin his clothes and the sharp line of his jaw, painting a stark, gruesome picture paired with those cold orbs. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes… they’re searching, watching your every move.

You should run, or scream, or yell at him – at least something that shows him what he put you through.

Anything.

He’s the same man who left you, who walked away from everything, from you. He, who didn’t even tell you about his true feelings, who didn’t care about the consequences of his actions, who didn’t even ask you to join. All those miserable nights you imagined him sitting next to you on that bench, the bottles of alcohol you’ve drank just to forget his name. He needs to pay for it, needs to know what he did to you by leaving you behind.

But instead, your feet move of their own accord, closing the distance between you in an instant.

Before he can react, you throw your arms around him so, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Suguru freezes, his body stiff against yours. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as if the sheer force of your presence has left him powerless. You bury your face against his chest, not caring about the blood, the grime, or the hurricane of questions swirling in your mind. All you care about is the fact that he’s here, alive, and solid beneath your touch. You can feel him – not only in your dreams, but for real.

Suguru is here.

He’s alive.

He’s right between your arms.

The scent of him - familiar, though tinged with something darker - fills your senses, dragging you back into a world you thought you’d never touch again. Tears sting your eyes, but you bite them back, unwilling to let them fall.

“Suguru,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Finally, he moves. His arms lift hesitantly, then wrap around you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear any given minute, his grip firm and desperate. His head dips slightly, and for a moment, you think you feel him trembling too.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is rough, low, almost broken.

“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I just… I missed you.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes scanning your face as if trying to memorize every detail.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, his tone a mixture of regret and warning.

“Neither should you,” you counter, your gaze unwavering.

Suguru’s lips twitch, almost forming a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He lifts a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek as though testing if you’re real.

“You should hate me.”

“Maybe I should,” you reply, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

God, you’re so furious at him. Mad because he ran away, mad because he left you standing in the rain.

Mad because this is actually the first time Suguru Geto hugged you.

“But I don’t. I guess I could never hate you.”

His expression falters, the mask he’s worn for so long cracking just enough to reveal the man beneath. The one you knew, the one you loved in a way you never fully understood. And for the first time since leaving everything behind, he feels that small ray of sunshine taking in his heart again.

“You don’t know what I’ve done, what I’ve become. I was so sure you’ll hate me like everyone else.”

“I know enough. And I don’t care. You’re still Suguru Geto, aren’t you?”

He exhales sharply, the sound almost like a laugh, though there’s no humor in it. You, not caring about the fact that he ended countless lives out of his own fulfilment? You, a jujutsu sorcerer who always protected those monkeys?

“You’re too good for this,” he bites back, shaking his head.

“Too good for me.”

“Don’t decide that for me,” you snap, surprising even yourself with your suddenly so sharp tone.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You already did when you left without saying goodbye”

The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. You’re right and he knows it. But… Was it really a possibility to take you with him back then? Was there a tiny chance that you…would have joined him?

Slowly, he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as though seeking comfort in your presence. No, he doesn’t want to think this through. Not right now. Not when he feels your heart pound against his body, not when you’re this close to him for the very first time.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper.

“I told myself it was better that way.”

“And yet you’re here,” you point out softly.

“And yet I’m here,” he echoes, his lips curving into a faint, bitter smile.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you. No blood, no curses, no jujutsu, no past or future. Just the weight of the present, fragile and fleeting. And for now, that’s enough.

For now, simply holding the man you thought you’ve lost forever on a random street is more than enough to make you feel whole again.

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[allhailsugu]

"Keep your tongue out and don't you dare move... And... Be a nice and good girl and open your mouth as wide as you can." 

He leans over me, his grip tight around my chin as he watches me with sinister eyes. I move my tongue catching all of his dripping saliva while it pulls strings out of his mouth and my cheeks flush.

I can't believe how turned on I am by this.

Pairing - Geto Suguru x Female! Reader Syllabus- Normally gentle and tender Suguru is being allowed to let his dominant side out because you actually like love it, but he breaks character. Word count: 5.4k tags- smut, GetoxF!Reader, dom!Geto, sub!reader, praise kink, slight degradation, somewhat explicit, Reader POV, unprotected, light pain kink, choking, teasing, nsfw, spanking, cursing, kinda fluff ending Disclaimer: Sorry for eventual grammar errors. Did proof read but I'm dumb, lol.

"What a good girl you are... Just keep your mouth open as wide as you can... Don't you dare move.. and swallow everything." 

He smirks, watching me eagerly catch his saliva with a satisfied and smiling face.

"That's it. Good girl..." 

He spoke with a soft and satisfied tone. His hand slowly letting go of my chin and cheeks. 

"Be silent. Do not say a single word until I tell you.“

I nod obediently. I sit on the floor of his bedroom, naked, getting circled around by him, also butt naked, my eyes following him as he continues to pace. His sculptured body making me shiver in arousal, my eyes occasionally darting to his already hard cock. 

The heat in the room already at an intense highpoint while he continues his play. Walking around me, watching me eagerly and I can see his gears grind as he lets a million thoughts run through his pretty head, of what to do next… I chuckle inside my head as I know he must think of this as a once in a life time opportunity. 

He then finally stops pacing, standing right behind me as he spoke again. His voice was now lower, more dominant and lustful than arrogant. "Get up... Now.“ 

I get up, my back towards him as his voice rumbles through my body saying.

"Spread your legs, open them wide." 

Instant arousal jolting through my body as I immediately obey. Slightly parting my legs as he continues standing behind me. His voice slightly softer before returning the stoic and firm tone he continues to use when giving me orders.

"Oh, good girl... Now, open even wider.“

I do as I'm told and due to me opening them, my body slides further down. I lean forward my palms flat on the floor. He then crouched down a bit to get a better look of my already wet slit. His voice now getting low in pitch and more intense as he whispered with a wide smirk, his breath hot against my rear.

"Damn... Already dripping, you perv…“

He grazes me with his knuckle making me tense up from his touch as I let out an inaudible gasp. His voice whispering aroused.

"Do it even wider…“

"S-sugu... if I go further... I’ll do a split….“ 

I instantly feel a sharp pain on my ass. He spanked me for speaking.

He smirked briefly when I tried to argue with him, as this gave him opportunity to be harsh. He slapped me hard on my already red ass again. He raises one eyebrow before speaking in a more harsh tone.

"So? Do it. I didn't tell you to speak, did I? I told you to spread your legs even wider. So, just do it!"

I whimper nodding and push my torso further on the floor, my legs spread in a total split as I lift my rear for him to have a better look. My aching cunt clenching and pulsating making him sigh deeply, his hands gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks further to look at my core contracting making his own hard cock twitch in anticipation.

"Ahh… Such a good girl." 

He let out another deep sigh of arousal and awe, his voice now hot and he smirked watching me for a few moments before he spoke again. 

"I think you deserve a reward now…~" 

He smiled cruelly as his left hand was slowly massaging my lower back. His breathing was heavier than before, his voice demandingly stoic now saying.

"But before that…. Ask me to punish you... Beg me..."

I whimpered and my voice sounded shaky from excitement. 

"Sugu.... Punish me~.... Please.. I want to be punished... I need to be punished...~“ 

He smiles in satisfaction as my voice was now shaking with pure excitement. He spanks my ass a little bit harder. 

"Beg more..." 

He says, smiling cruelly, slightly mocking even.

"I need to be punished~.... Please, I want to be punished by you....I need it, please.“

He just gave me another slap, this time hard, making my cheeks recoil, and making him exclaim excited. His voice was slightly hoarser and his face looked more aggressive and harsh, which only made my heart pump faster.

"More... Beg me for more..."

I exclaim as soon as I feel his spank and my body squirms as I stammer. 

"Suguru-sama… P-please, punish me more~…. I deserve to be punished severely~…. Please!!!“

He let out a loud satisfied laughter at the way I addressed him, making him feel even more ecstatic, his hand in accordance to his mood now even harsher. I sounded more desperate than before while he continues to slap my ass… This time really hard, almost painful and the sound echoed in his room. 

"Keep begging... Beg. Beg more..."

I started getting more vocal with my begging, and he liked it. He slapped my ass faster, almost merciless, making my body jolt each time he raised his hand. He was now speaking in an arrogant and harsh tone repeatedly slapping my ass.

"Good, you are begging now... But that’s not enough, you need to beg me like crazy and scream as loud as you can..."

Each time he slapped my ass, his hand was sliding all the way down my thigh before it slid all the way back up to place another hard slap.

I let out a short scream in reaction to his last spank as it was particularly firm and a little bit painful but I continue begging for more, my ass already bright red, the outlines of his hand visible on it, giving him yet another rush.

He smirks. 

"Your begging, your screams, and your reactions... They all drive me crazy... I love your reactions… You just don't know how much I love punishing you~. I love it when I get to see you squirm, shiver, scream and beg. Especially when your ass starts turning red like this." 

I blush at his words, as it felt like he almost broke character. His voice almost sounded soft and tender again I thought, if it weren’t for another hard slap that followed his words before he simply kneads my ass for a bit. Letting my cheeks jiggle with each touch he did before finally letting go of my ass. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in and I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him. His gaze fixated on me before he suddenly turns me around forcefully on the floor now. Immediately positioning himself above me, hovering.

"Mhmm, now let's see how long you’ll last." 

He then grabs both of my wrists and puts them above my head, his grip on them tight and firm as he leans closer. His voice was more intense as he spoke.

"Do you know what I'm about to do next~?"

I was already panting from excitement, my chest raising and lowering as I felt so incredibly aroused by him. His gaze, his smirk, the intensity in his eyes. I was completely overwhelmed by his demeanor. I try speaking up but it takes me several attempts to even get a tone out so I remained silent, making him smirk even wider at my helpless self.

"Prepare yourself...~"

He says grinning slyly as he moves his right hand off my wrist and instead grabs my neck. His grip was tight pulling my torso up by my neck and closer towards him. His eyes were filled with lust and hunger as he spoke in a more harsh and low tone again while forcing me to look at him.

"You are going to enjoy it… I promise!“

His grip on my neck, tight yet tender, as he chokes me slightly while I open my mouth, inhaling sharply. I look deep into his eyes. Seeing his normally gentle, dark eyes become these fierce and lustful ones, impatiently looking forward to do unholy things to me… I love it with every fiber of my being. It was turning me on so much, I started panting. 

He brings his legs between mine, his thighs forcefully parting my own as he was jerking his thighs against me to push my thighs up, positioning himself. His breath heavy while his grip on my neck tightens. My body trembles, and I shudder briefly as his eyes now look deep into mine.

The moment our eyes lock he smirks widely, immediately leaning towards my lips for a firm kiss while he starts to slowly push the tip of his throbbing cock against me, sloppily rubbing it against my already wet folds making me mewl into the kiss before he immediately breaks off the kiss making me exclaim and squirm desperately from the separation. He audibly exhales when he feels my soaked core, oozing essence down my folds as he moved his hips away slightly. 

"Holy shit… THIS wet already, even though I only spanked you!?… I always knew you were a naughty one…!“

He releases my wrists now before immediately moving his left hand between my legs, rubbing his fingers against my soaked folds briefly before his middle finger plunges in without warning, making me jolt and gasp for air. His slender finger reaching in deeper than my own ever could, the heat and clamminess of my cunt making him groan quietly as he watches his finger getting pulled inside when he tries to pull it out, my core clenching it as if gripping on for dear life making him curse under his breath. He keeps pumping his finger in a few times, rubbing against my gummy walls, grazing over the spot he knows like it was his own, making me shriek out as loud as his grip on my throat allowed me. Twisting his middle finger inside a few times before switching to his ring finger, doing the same before sliding in both, making me inaudibly exclaim.

"Fucking hell….Y/N, how are you this tight again!? I definitely am not fucking you enough… God damn!“

"N-no… you don’t~“ He chuckles at my response and his fingers move deeper while his grip on my neck tightens just a bit due to him leaning into me for another kiss. Our kiss deepens, as he forces my mouth to open up and pushes his tongue in, meshing against my own. His lips slightly parted as his hot breath is brushing against my face and lips while he continues slipping his tongue into every nook of my mouth. I quietly moan into the kiss making him smirk when he heard. 

Hearing me moan in pleasure was like music to his ears. It was like a cue for him as he immediately removed his fingers, rubbing whatever essence he has on them onto his tip, then palming himself to have more control over his already throbbing length before he pressed himself into me. Stretching me out with his girth with every bit he pushes forward, forcing me to break off the kiss to audibly take a deep breath in while his grip on my throat got tighter again making me unable to move even an inch away from him before he then pushes himself in one motion inside, making me shriek out in a high pitch. He groans into my ear, whispering.

"Fuck, Y/N….! You are going to nip my cock off with how tight your cunt is..!! What are you doing to her to make her so tight every damn time..!?“

My face blushes from his words and is reddening even further due to the lack of oxygen as I desperately try getting a bit of air into my lungs. He grips my hip tightly and starts to mercilessly thrust his cock into me. With each of his thrust my whole body started to recoil intensely and my already restricted breathing kept getting faster and heavier. I was like a toy for him. The harder he pushed, the more I moaned and shook with pleasure. My whole body was at his mercy. His grip on my neck makes me groan and yelp for air while he moves even harder and faster into me, brutally bullying his way inside my slick walls, harshly hitting against my cervix, making me literally scream each time he hits against it. Due to his pace my whole body was still recoiling, my breasts moving in accordance to his thrusts, forcing his attention onto my chest now. The grip he placed on my throat was still firm, as he let go of my hip to slap my breasts now, making me shriek at the sudden sensation. Hearing me moaning and screaming out from his rough pace and slaps on my breasts arouses and turns him on exponentially.

"That’s my girl, Y/N. Take everything!“

He praises me. With every slap he did his breath became hotter and his voice more sultry.

"You are such a bad girl...~" 

He says breathlessly as he continues his deep and harsh thrusts. He stopped slapping my breasts and instead slaps my face in a rather gentle intensity, nevertheless making me shriek from surprise.

"But I love bad girls...~"

He could see the ecstasy written all over my face, as I was nearing my peak any second now, but I was unable to speak, barely getting enough air to function. My reactions just made him moan softly when he noticed and his breath was getting more and more shallow. He loosens his grip on me finally since he wanted me to be able to speak and I immediately draw deep breaths to get in more oxygen while I yelp and make completely helpless sounds, before letting him know. 

"Su-sugu~ I....Ahh-..!! I’m.... close~.….Don’t… stop!!!“

When he heard my whimpering, whining voice begging him, he smiled leaning closer to me, placing his hand back on my hip.

"You're almost there…?~" 

His voice sultry as he went faster and harder, slapping my chest again, saying.

"C’mon, Y/N…! Be a good girl and come for me…!“ 

My crying voice turned into a long moan, yelling out his name, before my whole body started tensing up to then violently quaking. My core clenching around him tightly while contracting and pulsating, making him groan out loudly. 

"I can feel it~! Fuuuck….!! You got even tighter, holy shit!!!“ 

He let out another guttural moan and gave my chest another hard slap before pinching my nipple hard, as he let go of my throat completely now to grab my breasts with both his hands. I start coughing slightly drawing deep breaths before they immediately turn into pants. He was thrusting even harder into me and I couldn’t help but scream out. High pitched screams of pleasure combined with heavy panting as I keep repeating his name.

"SUGU-RUU-!!! SU-GURU!!!!! SUGURUU!!!!“

"That's it, keep going..! Scream my name, come for me!~“

He moans with pleasure, too. The high he got from my reactions just made his blood rush, making him chase his own climax with intensity now. 

"Scream! Scream for me!“

I continue screaming as he thrusts harder and faster, our bodies slamming against one another making the lewdest and most ecstatic sounds, filling the room with the sound and melting in with his moans and my screams when I suddenly tremble and shake heavily making me grip onto him, digging in my nails into his shoulders making him growl as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I shiver, clenching him tightly in intervals as I finally cum and cream all over his cock repeating his name over and over.

"Su-guru-! Sugu-ru!!! Ahhh!!!“

He smirked and moved faster and harder, one of his hands grabbing my chin as he slaps my chest and face continuously. My teeth now gritted as I ride out the high of my orgasm, while I wrap my arms around his neck now, my elbows resting on his shoulders while one arm goes around him completely and the other one grips into his beautiful, long black locks sending shivers down his spine, making him unable to continue his slaps.

"Fuuuck!….. Y/N!!“

He exclaims excited, praising me for my orgasm as I keep repeating his name, making his moans louder, too. He watches my whole body tremble violently now almost reaching his own orgasm, when he suddenly grips my throat again forcing me to loosen my embrace on him, my hands then snaking around his waist towards his back.

"Open your mouth." 

He says hoarsely, his voice laced with lust as his movements got more and more irregular and slowed down slightly. I obey immediately, opening my mouth.

"You're such a good girl.... open wider!"

He says breathlessly, smirking wide again as he saw me obediently open my mouth wider, his movements got more and more irregular.

"Wider..."

His grip on my throat tightening, squeezing further, and I could see the desire in his eyes. I nod, opening my mouth as wide as possible. He smirks and spits into my mouth aggressively, while squeezing my throat further, chocking me more. When he saw me gagged, my throat and face reddening, my eyes bloodshot and popping out, just the way he liked it, he released my throat and spoke with a more satisfied tone.

"Good girl... What a good fucking girl you are! Do you have any complaints?“

Not letting me get in a word he continues breathlessly, picking up his pace again.

"No? Good. You better stay quiet, and do as I say... Now, I wonder if you'll continue to be a good girl or turn to a bad girl..." 

I swallow his spit and nod, yelping.

"A good one… I’m a good girl~…“

"No…You’re definitely a bad girl... a really dirty one.. so I'll have to discipline you." 

He says immediately slapping my cheek with a menacing smirk, and grabbing my throat again, adding.

"You like it, don't you? You like being punished, don't you?" 

"I… do..!“

I whimper aroused. He laughs. To him my voice, my whimpering voice made me sound pathetic but so hot at the same time. He spits in my mouth again aggressively with a sadistic smile on his face. He smirks as I tried swallowing it while struggling due to him choking me. He felt so powerful, squeezing my throat even harder, slapping my cheek again.

"Oh, and how you like it! A dirty girl like you, wants to be abused. You like it rough, don't you?"

I simply nod, the tight grip on my throat felt almost elevating, and I continue panting and moaning whilst enjoying everything he does to me. My face was already red from both pain and pleasure. He smirks again seeing the look of me enjoying it, as he speaks with a more sadistic tone.

"You want me to rough you up more?" 

As he said that, he slapped my cheek again, squeezing my throat even tighter than before. I yelp, my tongue hanging out, my eyes rolling back while he smiles with a sadistic grin. My face red, thick round tears dwelling up in the corners of my eyes from him choking me, but it's obvious that I was enjoying every second of it. He speaks slyly while he continues to choke me, slapping my cheeks, and squeezing my throat even tighter this time, as I gasp for air making him chuckle.

"Such a dirty girl... Do you want me to squeeze your throat even tighter?~"

"Sugu....~ I'll... pass out…~“

I say breathlessly and continue panting. He smirks when he heard my breathlessness, now slowly loosening the grip on my throat and smiling wickedly.

"Don't worry, I won't squeeze too hard just enough to satisfy my dirty girl. Can't let you pass out, right~?"

He then resumes slapping my breasts harder than before, again and again, making my breasts red and marking them with the tips of his fingers. The pain was so intense but it only added to my pleasure. Then the slapping stopped and he let go of my throat holding me tightly by my hips to resume his deep thrusts as he now went slow but rough, his voice breathless as he smirks widely.

"Now, have you learned your lesson? Are you going to be a good girl... or are you a naughty, dirty one?"

Feeling his hand letting go off my throat made me take in several deep breaths, to draw in some oxygen before I answered him. I contemplate for a bit on what to answer him as I try calming my breath, but I just repeat what he already knew...

"A naughty.. one…~"

He leans forward and says with a sly smirk on his face.

"A naughty one, huh? Still not enough? Want more painful slaps?~"

"Never... enough~..... I want Sugu to be.... harsher….~“

"Harsher, you say?! How harsh you want it to be?"

"Turn me over... on the bed and spank me... while continuing your rough pace…~"

A sadistic grin spreads on his lips. The look of me begging, wanting to be spanked, turned him on intensely.

"You want to be spanked on the bed? Fine... I'll show you exactly how harsh I can be~"

His sadistic, lustful look disappears for an instant when he grabs me by the arms lifting me off the floor suddenly to throwing me towards his bed. He gets onto the bed with me, turning me on my stomach and forcefully and effortlessly lifting me by my hips, so I am on my knees and my ass is lifted up before he spoke once more with a sadistic tone.

"Now, you shall have the harshest punishment ever~"

I immediately whimper aroused as I couldn’t wait for him to continue.

"This time, I'll spank you so hard, it'll make your butt cheeks red, then I’ll bruise them, and then scar you. It's going to be the most painful experience you ever had~"

I knew he only said that to keep up his character but I couldn’t help but look at him over my shoulder as I plea and he smirks at me. He loves seeing me like this, begging and pleading.

"No..~ no scarring~“

"Why not? If I want to give you scars, then I will. There's nothing you can do about it but beg. Are you willing to beg me to spare you from that fate?"

He says defiantly raising an eyebrow, amused by my sudden reaction. I immediately lift myself up and turn myself around towards him nodding vigorously.

"Yes! No scarring.. Sugu, please..~“

My hands move immediately towards his groin, palming his still hard cock firmly, stroking him with both hands as I begin taking his tip into my mouth, tongue flat against the underside of his throbbing length, before enclosing it with my mouth, making him immediately groan out loud, his lids fluttering briefly as he leans his head back for a split second gripping a handful of my hair, while I please him and speak with my mouth full of his cock. 

"No- scarring..~ You won't love... me anymore..~"

I say continuously pleasing him with my mouth my eyes locked onto his, my tongue sliding and twirling around his twitching cock, making him groan loudly and grit his teeth as I take him in as deep as I can with a wiggle of my head to push him even deeper down my throat, until I gag and choke on him, forcing a deep guttural groan out of him. His eyes briefly widen as he collects my hair in a messy ponytail holding it tightly to support me as I continue blowing him, my head bopping on him as I lick alongside his whole length, moving further down to suck the skin of his sensitive balls into my mouth, his eyes narrowing while his brows furrow before he frowns at my words and says.

"Are you really that stupid?~ I'll always love you, even if you have scars and even if I disfigure your body completely. I'd still love you, because you're mine. Not because you're pretty, but because you're mine.“

My eyes dart up at him, my movements coming to a halt immediately. He looks at me intensely as I take my mouth off of him with a light smack of my lips. The way he said that made my heart immediately skip a beat and I lift myself, both of us now standing on our knees. My cheeks flushed red from his sudden statement making me feel incredibly content. I couldn’t help but whisper.

"You… really mean that…?"

"Huh, what?"

He asks surprised. My sudden reaction obviously caught him off guard a little bit. The way I suddenly changed my tone makes him look at me intensely and I could feel his character shift to his usual self. He gently places his hand on my cheek caressing me with his thumb.

"Y/N, you know that I love you, right…? No matter what. Nothing could change that or would keep me from that, especially no scars."

He gently places his other hand at the nape of my neck pulling me towards him and kissing me. And the kiss is everything. Calm and gentle at first. Becoming more and more passionate. Erotic. Lustful. Intense. Hot. And the noises we make during are turning us both on even further. I lean backwards pulling him with me onto the bed. He shifts on top of me before breaking off the kiss. My heart racing now extremely as we gaze into each others eyes. Hovering over me a few strands of his hair fall to the front, his eyes moving all over my face, taking in my blush, my slightly narrowed eyes staring up at him in awe while my heavy breathing is giving away how aroused I am. He caresses my cheek gently making me lean into his touch. 

My hand moves towards his hair brushing a few strands of it behind his ear as I take in his gentle smile. His eyes soft just like his touch as I take in all of him. His muscular physique hovering over me, making me sigh aroused, before I feel his hand move down to my thigh gently parting my legs as he leans down for another kiss. The hot and lustful atmosphere was filling us with more and more intent. It was so arousing that it made our desire become uncontrollable. Our panting only made us want each other more and more. 

"Sugu… Take me…Now, please!"

I whisper breathlessly between kisses as I lift my legs sending shivers down his spine, his breath was already hot, when he smirked and nodded, finally giving in to his desires. He moves in between my legs palming his thick cock, stroking himself a few times before gently rubbing his tip repeatedly up and down between my folds, knowing exactly how much I love it when he does that. 

„Ready for me, Y/N?“

He says pushing himself in.The instant his tip enters I sigh in pleasure, a deep and guttural growl escaping him as he let go of his cock to sink in deeper. Hearing my reaction makes him growl louder. The way I sigh… The way I burn up from heat, the way I take him in, sliding up so easily…  How hot and wet and tight I am… All of it made him lose his composure and it was like he couldn't help himself anymore. His hand immediately moves towards my folds, spreading them while he continued thrusting himself into me as he starts rubbing my clit now, making my hips buck and my whole body jolt as I was about to let out a loud moan before his lips go back to move on mine, muffling my voice.

I moan into our kiss instead, as he was overstimulating me now but I love how everything feels, his lips, his hands, his breath, his body on top of mine. His weight on top of me feels like a weighted blanket, giving me an incredibly comforting feeling. Completely overwhelmed nevertheless, my mind goes blank as all I can think about is wanting to come. Our connection now so intense our kiss so deep, no words were needed. 

My intense squeaking sounds and my body moving against his in harmony was such a turn on for him. His grunts and moans become louder forcing our kiss to break off. He grabs me tightly, still vigorously rubbing my clit in circular motions, while mercilessly pounding me. He was already close to his orgasm but he had no intention of releasing before he made a mess out of me. The feeling of our bodies slamming against each other was one of the most intense, erotic, and arousing feelings I ever had. The loud and lewd noises of our bodies were just making everything hotter and more intense. My entire body was shaking from the heat of pleasure. His thumb now rubbing my clit more intensely, occasionally flicking his index finger to then just resume to rubbing with his thumb making me squirm and jolt beneath him, repeatedly exclaiming and gasping in between moans.

Due to his deep thrusts I was literally screaming high pitched in pleasure, as my body caved in. He drove me insane and he knew it, and my orgasm was rapidly approaching while he continued to aggressively overstimulate my clit with his rubs. At the same time he changed the angle of his thrusts, now brushing against a particularly sensitive spot on my gummy walls making me arch my back and scream while I can‘t get enough. Just a few more strokes and I was at my limit. My body tensing up as the pleasure was building up extremely, my breathing now labored as my moans came in quicker and louder before I finally came all over his cock, reaching one of the most intense climaxes I ever experienced. My body quaking and trembling as my core clenches and contracts around him, making him groan loudly and curse under his breath whilst he still moves fast and rough into me.

The instant he felt me orgasm he knew he was going to follow closely after. And oh, how right he was, thrusting through my orgasm chasing his own, uttering and mumbling curses as he kept going. His grip on me became so tight it was almost painful, making his fingertips turn white before the sounds of his own relief eventually grew louder as he kept pushing into me towards his own orgasm, before his moves got more and more irregular until they were nothing but simple jolts and jerks and he eventually stopped moving entirely, pressing himself deeply into me, his cock still twitching and throbbing, releasing spurts of hot cum plastering the insides of my walls. I yell in unison with him as he finally came and I loved the feeling more than anything. The sensation and pleasure of his orgasm were so unbelievable, beyond any description and it took some time for him to recover his breath. His body just twitching and trembling whilst his voice was only a hoarse mutter as he let out an intense guttural sigh while being filled with overwhelming relief. Watching my reactions to him cumming he thinks out loud.

"Y’know you are definitely enjoying this too much…"

He says smirking and chuckling breathlessly while still panting, his grip on my hips still tight and our bodies still connected because none of us have managed to move away yet.

"I can‘t help it…~ You just feel… too fucking amazing."

I say panting, trying to catch my breath from the intense pleasure that still rushes through the entirety of my body and his growl became a soft chuckle. His breathing becomes deeper as he begins to regain his consciousness and his face returns the arrogant grin he wears so well. His hand gently stroking my cheek with his knuckles as he nods.

"Mm-hm, you're forgiven. But you do understand that I can't make you feel completely satisfied with just one go…Right?" 

He leans on his elbow so that he was higher up, hovering, raising his eyebrow and smirking to tease me. I look up at him blushing as I chuckle at his remark.

"How about one more kiss before we continue…~"

He says smiling widely as he leans his lips against mine and gives me one more long last kiss…

[yukiiisx]

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU♡

PAIRINGS: Bodyguard! Toji x reader smut

SUMMARY: Without your knowledge, your father gets you a bodyguard, a very attractive one.

C/W: Creampie, reader is a bimbo, thigh humping, both toji and reader are adults, daddy kink, use of pet names, tojis really rough, dirty talkin

A/N: i got inspired by character ai lmaoo this is my first time writing smut so dont b mean but i'll try to b good enjoy xx

You hear your brother tell you about how father has hired another bodyguard named Toji, but you just shrug it off. You are sitting in your room when the door to your hyper feminine room barges open to see a buff, tall man leaning against the doorframe glaring at you,"You're the brat?"

"Yeah" I mumble gesturing for him to sit on the couch. I was wearing a tight top and skirt, applying my gloss, blinking up at him. I assumed he was the man my father hired me.

As you motion him to sit on the couch, Toji's eyes trail down to your outfit, eyes moving slowly. His gaze remains there for a while, eyes lingering on your lips now that you're applying gloss.

He finally looks away, leaning back and spreading his arms out across the couch.

You sit down, too, watching as Toji seems to relax around you. When you look up at Toji again, he's watching you. His gaze is still on your lips, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile.

"Your name," he asks. "I know your daddy's name. But what's your goddamn name?"

"Oh, I'm Y/n" I said warmly, still putting down my gloss.

"Y/n…" Toji says with a slight grin. "Sounds fancy," he adds, leaning back in his seat. He continues to stare at you for a little bit longer before leaning forward again and placing his hands on his knees.

"You have a boyfriend?" Toji asks you out of nowhere. He seems oddly interested in that.

"Mm thanks. not really though." I say innocently placing myself on his lap.

Toji seems to be caught off-guard by you suddenly sitting onto his lap. His eyes widen in surprise and he quickly clears his throat, nodding his head as he speaks.

"No boyfriend, huh?" Toji asks with a grin on his face now that he's recovered. "So, you're single."

"mm" i mumble.

Toji hums to himself, wrapping his arms around your waist. His eyes travel from your hair, down toward the dress you're wearing. Toji seems to study every inch of your body now that you're sitting on his lap. His gaze is lingering on your chest now, though. He seems to be taking his time to look at everything.

Toji continues to study your body for a few moments longer before finally lifting his eyes toward your face again. His expression is relaxed now as he raises his hands and runs them through your hair softly.

"Your hair is pretty," Toji comments, grinning at you. "You're pretty."

"Thanks" I giggle slightly. "You know daddy's never at home, he's always working." I say sadly.

"You don't see your daddy very often?" Toji asks, running the back of his fingers along your jaw and neck now. His eyes never leave your face, not for a moment.

"He's always busy and I'm always left alone here." I frown shifting in toji's lap.

"Poor baby," Toji sighs softly, leaning down so that you can feel his breath against your neck. His fingers are tracing small circles on your neck, up and down your shoulders.

"How often does your daddy actually see you?" he asks, moving in a little bit to put his head on your shoulder. "Does he pay you any attention at all?"

"Like once a week, sometimes even a month.. He doesn't pay any attention" I whine in his lap now.

Toji nods his head, not once taking his eyes off you. His fingertips are caressing your neck still, massaging your skin gently. His breath is hot against your neck now.

"Well, I'm sure I'll be paying you plenty of attention," he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

I whimper, the color of my cheeks reddening. I start softly grinding on his lap.

Toji feels your movements against him, your body swaying softly back and forth against his. His hands are tracing up and down your back now, one of them running down to your thighs.

He moves his lips closer to you, his lips brushing against your neck to send chills down your spine. He bites his lower lip just to add to the tension.

"And I'll take very good care of you," he says in a low voice, "Make sure your every need is met…"

I whine now, grinding further on his lap,"D-don't tell my daddy about this 'kay?" I say.

"Why's that?" Toji laughs, still massaging your back and running his fingers up and down your legs. "Is he gonna get mad at his little baby? Is daddy gonna get mad at me for playing with his little girl?"

He bites his lip again and looks you right in the eye. I nod in agreement, my movements fastening.

Toji's cheeks flush as he sees your movements speed up. His breath is steady, but he can feel his heart pounding out of his chest.

"We won't tell daddy," he says, leaning in close to you. His breath is hot against your neck and his voice is husky. His lips are just barely touching your skin, his hands tightening on your thighs.

I finish on his thigh, breathing heavily chest heaving, up and down looking embarrassed.

Toji chuckles softly at seeing you flushed and embarrassed. "Look at how cute you are," he sighs, stroking your cheeks softly. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?"

His hands move from your thighs to your hips now, the skin to skin contact making him shiver."P-please Toji" I beg eyes fixated on him.

"Mmm?" Just the sound of your voice is enough to drive Toji wild. You're begging for him. He has you right where he wants you.

"Please what?" he whispers. The way he's looking at you makes it clear that he'll do whatever you want him to.

He keeps running his fingers up and down your hip, tracing small circles with his fingertips as he speaks again.

"You want me to not tell your daddy about this?" Toji asks, leaning in closer to you. He lifts your chin up so that you're looking straight at him. "Or is there anything else you want from me?"

"Please just.."

The way his voice trails off makes Toji feel a rush of excitement as he stares down into your eyes.

"Please just what?" he asks, leaning down to get his face just a few inches from yours. He wants to hear your words, he wants to hear you beg.

"Please just take me" i beg.

The words are enough to make Toji shiver with arousal. He leans in and presses his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. As he does, he moves down to hug your legs around your waist, lifting you up to sit on his lap. He kisses you like a starving man, as if you're the only thing he's been able to think about for hours and hours. Your body is pressing up against his now as he kisses you, his hands wandering down to your thighs.

He flips you over, getting on top of you, moving onto your neck placing kisses and leaving marks that will be showing for a couple of days.

"Take off the top or i'll do it myself." He say pulling at your top, a moan leaving your lips as you comply. He flips you over again, places kisses onto your nipples, groping harshly, sucking and nipping at the skin, tweaking and pullling in his big palms while sucking the other one. He moves up placing kisses on your jaw while palming your clothes cunt with his hands.

"Gonna break this pussy. Make it mine." He grunts against you, as you whine and moan his name. He takes off his pants springing out his thick red cock, with precum leaking from the tip. He gives it a few pumps while tapping your cheek with it. "Open" he commands and you comply, obediently.

He fucks your throat, mercilessly in and out till tears are streaming down your face, you cough and he takes it out, lining it at your slit.

"It's too big, it w-won't fit." I cough. "You'll make it fit, princess." He says, moving it slightly. He slams in without warning making you cry out.

"T-toji, Ah, m-more." I cry grinding my hips against him.

"You have me balls deep inside you baby, what else do you want?" Toji grins not moving.

"P-please fuck me, daddy. Fuck me raw pleasepleaseplease" I blabbed mindlessly, and he grins at again. He slams his cock inside and fucks me restlessly, moving both my legs up placing it on his shoulders, hitting my cervix as I clenched around him, moaning his name.

"tojitojitojipleasepleaserightthere" I cried out and he picked up his speed at an animalistic pace. "Gonna cum, princess? Gonna cum on daddy's cock?" He groans.

I climax at the same time as him as he pours thick ropes of cum inside me, still fucking me through the climax. Beads of sweat forms on his face as he wipes it while I lay tired.

"Tired already? Want me to put you to bed?" He teases getting off of you and taking you in his arms,"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you." He says brushing his fingers through your hair softly.

A/N: guys that was the first time i honestly wrote smut so idk how it was so pls dont bear wit me for it but ill take constructive criticism. thanks hope u enjoyed <3

[actuallyseraphic]

i don’t think some of u guys understand what kenji sato does to me. he’s just so like.. 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻 idk guys it’s getting really unhealthy

[portagas-chan]

Toji x Reader: Stockholm Syndrome

A/n: Zenin Toji was assigned on a mission to kidnap [L/n] [Y/n] and kill everyone who tries to get in the way of it. This contains swearing and smut.

Toji loved gambling more than anything else. He sat by the bench watching horses racing as he bet on one. Shiu Kong approached him and sat down beside him. "Why do you bother betting on horses when you have never even won before?"

Toji glared at him, "Let me enjoy this in peace."

Shiu lit his cigarette and puffed out smoke, "I've got a job for you. It's worth a lot." Toji grinned, "How much are we talking about?"

"30 million yen," Shiu answered making Toji lick his lips at the price.

"What's it about?"

"It's very simple. You have to kidnap a girl named [L/n] [Y/n], kill everyone who tries to get in the way, and send her to this old rich man. I will give you the address of her workplace. It seems the old man has taken a liking to her and is rather desperate to get her," Shiu explained.

Toji leaned back on the bench and looked up, "So I'm suppose to sell her off to some old perverted filthy rich man trying to get in her pants?"

"That's another way to put it," Shiu looked at him before showing him a picture of [Y/n] and the old man who wants her. Toji grinned widely when he saw how [Y/n] looks like. "No wonder that old man is desperate to get her."

What Toji said made Shiu narrow his eyes at him, "But she's not for you, Toji."

Toji chuckled, "I know, I know."

[Y/n]'s POV

It was late at night and the restaurant is about to be close when another customer came in. He was wearing a black compression shirt with white baggy pants. He had a scar on the corner of his lips.

I approached him and noticed that he was very tall, "I'm sorry sir but the restaurant is about to close."

He looked down at me with a blank face. His cold stare made me shiver for some reason. I didn't know why but I had a bad feeling.

He sighed, "I thought I made it in time." He turned around and left leaving me in confusion.

"I thought he would at least put up a fight," I muttered but shrugged it off and continue to clean up.

I bid my manager farewell and wear my purse as I left the restaurant. I walked alone at night, heading back home when someone grabbed my arm making me halt. My heart was beating so fast. My worse nightmare was coming true.

I turned around to see the same man that I saw before and sighed in relief. "Is there something I can help you with?"

He ignored my question, "Are you [L/n] [Y/n]?"

"Yes, how do you know me?" I raised my eyebrow in suspicion.

He grinned widely, "Good."

"What-" I was cut off when he suddenly picked me up and put me over his shoulder. My eyes widened in fear as I panicked. I was getting kidnapped. I squirmed around trying to get off him but his grip was too strong.

"Let go of me!" I shouted.

I gasped in surprise when he suddenly slapped my ass, "Shut up and do as I say."

"No, let go of me!" I continued to struggle and he rolled his eyes.

He stopped in front of a black car and opened the front seat throwing me inside. He walked over to the driver's seat and sat down. He took out a rope he kept inside his car and tried to tie my hands together.

I struggled pushing him away and I could tell that I was pissing him off. He roughly grabbed the back of my head with a fist full of my hair making me yelp in pain. He slammed his lips onto mine shocking me from his sudden action as I froze on the spot.

He forcefully put his tongue in my mouth and I shut my eyes wanting this to end already. He finally stopped kissing me and I panted for air. He smirked at the sight, "Just be fucking obedient or else it will get worse from here."

I stopped struggling when I saw the look in his eyes. It was filled with lust, frustration and craziness.

He harshly grabbed my cheeks with his hand making me look up at him, "That's a good girl."

He put on my seat belt before putting his own and started driving.

Tears started to form in my eyes before coming out as I quietly sobbed. The whole ride was silent except for the sound of engine and my quiet sobs.

He started, "I've never introduced myself to you, did I? I'm Zenin Toji also known as the Sorcerer Killer. It's nice to meet you, [Y/n]."

I can't believe this man. Is he seriously introducing himself to me in a proper way as if he isn't kidnapping me right now? "It sucks to meet you, Toji."

Toji laughed as if to mock my situation.

"Where are you taking me?" I hesitantly asked.

"You want to know what's going on or you want to find out when you get there?" Toji gave me two choices and obviously I chose the first option.

"The first one," I answered and Toji snickered. "I'm an assassin hired to kidnap you for an old man who's trying to get in your pants. He's filthy rich too!"

I looked at him like he's crazy, "You can't fucking do that to me!"

Toji laughed, "Yes, I can! Do you know how much your pretty little face and that sexy body worth?" He gripped my chin and leaned closer to my face, "30 fucking million yen! Can you believe it?"

"Stop fucking laughing! This isn't funny!" I glared at him.

"Say whatever you want, darling but that money is mine," Toji coldly said without a hint of sympathy.

My face turned into a look of despair when I realize he wasn't going to free me in anyway.

The car stopped in front of a closed gate as a security guard knocked on Toji's window. Toji rolled down the window, "I've got the girl."

"What girl?" The guard asked.

"[Y/n]," Toji smirked and the guard looked at his companion motioning him to open the gate. The gate opened and Toji and drive inside the mansion.

I looked through the window, trying to accept my cruel fate. Toji parked his car and got out of the car. He opened the door to the front seat and leaned inside as he took off my seat belt.

"Get out," He coldly said and I did as he said.

Toji put his arm around my shoulder making sure I won't escape as he walked inside the mansion. My lips trembled as tears threatened to come out. This is it. This is where the happiness of my life ends.

We went inside and saw an old man siting on a very expensive fancy-looking couch surrounded by bodyguards.

I grimaced at the sight of the old man. He was a disgusting perverted ugly fat pig. I really don't want to be sold off to him. I really hate this.

The old fat pig laughed in joy, "You must be the sorcerer killer, Zenin Toji. As always, you never fail when it comes to business like this! Now, [Y/n] come sit on your sugar daddy's lap."

I internally gagged and looked at him in disgust. I was about to walk towards him when Toji held me back.

"Wait, where's my money, old man?" Toji asked.

The old fat pig grinned, "Of course! How could I forget?" He snapped his finger and one of his bodyguard placed a black suitcase on the table opening it revealing 30 million yen.

Toji grinned widely at the sight of the money, "This is real money. Perfect!" Toji let go of his hand letting me go but I gripped his arm tightly making him look at me.

I looked at him with tears coming out from eyes and sliding across my cheeks. My lips trembled with fear. I was scared. I shook my head signaling him that I don't want to go.

The old fat pig was getting impatient at this point. "What's wrong? Come here already!"

Toji glared at the old man before looking back at me, his facial expressions switching immediately. He gave me a smug smile, "Tell you what, darling. I will give you two more choices."

I looked at him in silence waiting for him to continue.

"Be in the possession of this pathetic old fart or be in my possession," Toji smirked at the last sentence.

I quickly went behind him clutching his shirt, "I want to become your possession."

Toji licked his lips seemingly satisfied with my choice, "Now, that's more like it."

"What did you say?!" The pathetic old fart looked like he was about to explode from anger. "Get that girl and kill him!"

"Close your eyes, darling," Toji grinned and I did as he told me.

Before I knew it, it was over in a flash. I stood there with my hands covering my eyes when Toji untied the rope on my hands and I opened my eyes. I saw blood splattered everywhere and the old fart was dead. I couldn't care less though. I'm glad he was dead.

Toji suddenly carried me and I hugged my arms around his shoulder and my legs around his waist as I clinged onto him like a koala. His other hand was holding the suitcase filled with money and we walked out of the mansion.

This time, he gently sat me down at the front seat of his car before getting into the driver's seat. He wasted no time and drive away from the mansion.

I broke the silence, "By the way, this is a fancy car you have. Where did you get it?" I looked at him.

"I stole it," Toji said in a monotone voice. I burst out in laughter, "I knew it."

Toji looked at me and slightly blushed at the sight of my laughter.

We arrived at what seemed like his apartment and I got out of the car. He walked ahead of me and I walked behind him as he unlocked the door to his apartment.

He opened the door getting inside and he pulled my arm dragging me in before closing the door and pinning me against it. He locked the door and wasted no time kissing me.

I gladly kissed him back putting my arms around his shoulders. I pulled him closer to my body as I made out with him opening my mouth to let his tongue enter.

Toji roughly kissed me grabbing my hair pulling me close before breaking the kiss for air. We breathe heavily with a string of saliva connecting our mouth.

Toji took off my shirt and threw it on the ground and I took off my shorts at the same time leaving me only in my undergarments.

Toji smirked at the sight, "All this just for me."

He picked me up putting me over his shoulder and slapping my ass harshly making me moan in pain. It was going to leave a mark for sure. He walked towards his bedroom and threw me on the bed.

He got on top of me and took off his shirt exposing his muscles and abs.

"Like what you see?" Toji cocked his head to the side with a smug smile. I blushed in response making him chuckle.

"Don't be shy, darling because there's more," He took off his pants and his huge hard cock twitching inside his boxers was visible.

My eyes widened at the sight, 'Its so big!'

Toji smirked at my reaction leaning down to kiss me as his hands worked to unclasp my bra and taking off my underwear.

He kissed my neck sucking on it leaving a mark as his hands played with my boobs pinching on my nipple making me moan.

He sucked on my nipple and lightly biting on it while his hand went to pull on my other nipple as I squirmed under him.

Toji traveled down to my pussy as he stared at me from that angle making me blush from embarrassment.

"Look at you, all wet already," Toji said as he blew on my pussy making me flinch. He licked onto my pussy eating me out earning a loud moan from me. He sucked on my clit while his fingers rubbed on my pussy.

"Toji~" I moaned his name. Toji got up to kiss me as his fingers entered my pussy and stretching it out by making scissoring gestures. I moaned in pain, "Toji, fingering hurts."

I looked at him in pain and his eyes softened. "Okay, then I will make you feel good."

Toji travelled down again as he eats me out constantly licking and sucking on my clit.

"It feels weird," I muttered as I grabbed Toji's hair and pulled him closer to my pussy as my back arched. "I think I'm about to..."

I wasn't able to finish my sentence when I came all over Toji's face which he gladly licked. "Delicious," Toji smirked and I blushed.

Toji got up and pulled down his boxer, releasing his monstrous cock. I stared at it like I've never seen one before.

"Your first time seeing it?" Toji asked and I nodded my head. "Do you think it will fit inside of me?"

"Don't worry, we will work it out," Toji kissed my forehead reassuringly.

I stopped him as I got up and kneeled down in front of him, "I want to make you feel good."

Toji furrowed his eyebrows, "You sure you're okay with it?"

I nodded my head and licked the tip making him shudder. I licked his cock before putting it inside my mouth. Its so big that I couldn't fit everything inside my mouth so I used my hands to stroke the rest of his length.

I continue to bob my head on his cock making Toji groan in pleasure. Toji was starting to get impatient with my slow pace and he grabbed the back of my head moving it at a fast pace.

I gagged when his cock hit the back of my throat as tears came out. Toji was lost in pleasure as he continued to make me suck his cock at a fast pace.

"Fuck," Toji cursed when he felt that familiar sensation. He continued to bob my head until he slowed down before stopping completely when his cock hit the back of my throat and came inside my mouth.

I removed his cock from my mouth and gagged and coughed. Toji gripped my chin making me look at him. My mouth was open with his semen dripping from my mouth and tears coming out due to gagging.

Toji was hard again. He liked this side of me. You looked so erotic. He kissed you again not caring that he was tasting his own semen.

Toji broke the kiss and flipped me over as I was now on all fours with my ass facing him.

"Sorry, [Y/n] but I can't hold back anymore."

"Huh?"

Toji entered his whole cock in one go making me scream in pain as he tear my virgin hole. I could feel blood dripping down my thighs.

"Bare with me, baby. I promise you will feel good soon," Toji said as he kissed my cheek before fucking me from behind.

Toji pressed my head on the pillows as he continued to fuck me roughly at a fast pace.

Slowly but surely, the pain was subsiding and I was starting to feel good. His huge cock was big enough to hit that certain spot which made me feel pleasurable.

"Yes! There!" I moaned in pleasure as he continued to brutally hit that spot over and over again. He continued to fuck me mercilessly.

I felt that feeling again, "Toji! I think I'm about to cum again!" I moaned loudly when it was finally released. However, Toji continued to pound inside my sensitive pussy before he also reached his high.

Toji groaned in pleasure as he threw his head back. He came inside of me. We both panted heavily and Toji slipped outside of me. My body went limb and I was about to close my eyes when Toji picked me up and sat me on his lap.

"Toji, what are you-" I was cut off when I saw Toji's grin.

"Round 2."

Toji slipped his hard cock inside of me again and he placed his hands on my hips helping me to move as I bounce off his cock. I started riding him until we both reached our climax.

His bedroom was filled with the noises of groans and moans.

We finally reached our high and I panted heavily. I held Toji's cheeks with my hands before softly kissing him to which he returns. Toji was handsome. He was an assassin but I couldn't care less about it. He saved me. If it wasn't for him, I would have been living my life in the worst way possible.

I hugged him tightly and he embraced me back gently carressing my hair. That was when I realized,

I fell in love with my kidnapper.

[quanxitii]

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╰┈➤ In the mysterious backdrop of ancient Kyoto, Y/N, the only daughter of the Hirano clan, prepares for her marriage to Gojo Satoru, the most powerful magician, a union designed to secure the future of their clan.

I don't allow the story to be republished or translated I'm getting tired for this please understand the matter, and thank you

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-Current year : 2012

-Current reader age: 16

-Gojo Satoru's current age: 22

-Started : July, 8th, 2024

-Ended : Not Finished

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Important notes:

-age gap (six years), gojo is a bit violent, the reader is 16 years old in current events.-

• JUJUTSUKAISEN ━≫ Akutame Gege

• THE SILENT VOWS ━≫ Quanxi

• COVER CREDIT ━≫ _3aem

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that's all, I hope you like this!

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-In the heart of Kyoto, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern sorcery, the Hirano clan's estate stood as a silent sentinel to its illustrious lineage. Within its quiet corridors and manicured gardens, the air was thick with the weight of duty, a burden that the young heiress, the reader "y/n".

-Her chambers, adorned with silks of deep crimson and gold, reflected the opulence and austerity expected of one destined for greatness. y/n, with her bright green eyes and sun-kissed hair, adorned with light orange freckles, a picture of quiet obedience, She sat on her bed, which was draped in luxurious silk sheets and pillows embroidered with intricate patterns. In her hands, she held a well-worn book about a princess, its pages soft from being read many times. This story was her favorite, as the princess's life mirrored her own in many ways, filled with duty, tradition, and a yearning for something more.

-As she lost herself in the familiar tale, the door to her chamber opened with a soft creak. Her mother, Lady Hirano, entered the room with an air of authority that commanded attention. Tall and imposing, she wore a kimono that exuded elegance, paired with very dark lipstick that contrasted sharply with her golden-yellow hair, a shade identical to her daughter's. With a graceful but firm gesture, Lady Hirano took the book from Y/N's hands and set it aside.

-She said in a firm tone :                                 

-"You must understand, daughter, that your marriage to Gojo Satoru is more than a personal union, It is a pact that binds our clans, securing our future."-

-y/n inclined her head respectfully, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her kimono. The fabric whispered tales of craftsmanship passed down through generations, each stitch a testament to the artistry that adorned the Hirano lineage. From childhood, she had been immersed in the teachings of duty — to marry, to bear children, to uphold the honor of her ancestors. Her desires and dreams had long been surrendered to the sanctity of tradition, woven into the fabric of her existence like the threads of her ceremonial attire.

-From a young age, she had been groomed for this role — to marry, bear children, and uphold the honor of the Hirano name. Her desires had long been sacrificed on the altar of duty, her dreams mere whispers in the wind.

-Since her early years, Y/N's mother had treated her with a cold formality, constantly reminding her that she was special and not like other children. Play was forbidden, replaced by a strict regimen of meals and classes that focused on education and moral discipline. Under her mother's stern guidance, she transformed into an obedient doll, a woman molded to wait for marriage and childbirth without any personal goals. Like the women before her, she was expected to perform her duty, give birth to heirs, and then pass away in peace.

-"You possess the blood of warriors and sorcerers," -

-Lady Hirano continued, her gaze unwavering as it assessed her daughter. Pride mingled with expectation in her eyes, a reflection of the legacy that y/n was destined to inherit.

-"Your union with Gojo will ensure the prosperity of our clan,"-

-She affirmed with conviction.

-"This is your destiny, y/n."-

-A tumult of emotions stirred within y/n's heart — apprehension, resignation, and beneath it all, a quiet rebellion that dared to question the path laid out before her. She had been raised to honor tradition, to embrace her role without question, yet a flicker of curiosity burned within her. Beyond the rigid confines of duty, she yearned for a glimpse of a world where freely, untethered by the expectations of clan alliances.

-Lady Hirano turned to leave she will not allow her to answer, because Y/N's answer simply does not matter, as it will not change anything. She also expects absolute obedience. Any objection will result in punishment and many lectures. Her silhouette framed by the soft glow of lanterns.

-Y/N, now sixteen years old, prepares to take on the role of gojo Satoru's wife, in the eyes of her clan, this is an appropriate age for marriage.

-Y/N gaze lingered on the moonlit garden beyond her window. Cherry blossoms swayed in the evening breeze, In that quiet moment, amidst the weight of tradition and the legacy of her bloodline, y/n pondered the path that lay ahead.

-Tomorrow was the beginning of a new life, the day she had been preparing for all her years...

-Your wedding day, you had simple encounters with Gojo Satoru, specifically at clan gatherings, you don't know much about him, but what you concluded after your encounters was that he didn't care much about you, for the most part, he hates her, but you don't care, you already heard many rumors throughout their engagement that he's a womanizer.

-A sigh escaped Y/N's lips, as she cleared her mind of conflicting thoughts. She murmured in a low tone,

-"No need to be nervous, I will do what I learned,"-

Before she got up, closed the window, and went to sleep.

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-Gojo's Point of View-

-The year doesn't change (in 2012)

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-In contrast, Gojo Satoru, the man who is twenty two years old, prowled the corridors of the clan headquarters, his best friend and confidant, Suguru Geto, by his side. Gojo was grumbling incessantly, and Suguru, with his soothing voice, tried to calm him.

-"You know, Satoru," -

-Suguru began cautiously, his voice a calming presence amidst the brewing storm.

-"she didn't choose this any more than you did. Remember that."-

-Gojo's response was a derisive scoff, his expressions hidden behind the dark blindfold that marked him as a prodigy among sorcerers.

-"I know what this is, Suguru,"-

-He replied sharply.

-"A marriage to a minor who isn't even eighteen yet, to strengthen alliances. Don't expect me to play the doting husband."

-Suguru sighed, fixing his gaze on his friend's impassive face.

-"She's not just a piece in this game, Gojo,"-

-He insisted gently, knowing how much his friend despised the traditions that dictated their lives.

-"She's a person with dreams and hopes. You could at least try to see that."-

-Gojo turned away, his clenched jaw revealing the turmoil within.

-"Dreams and hopes,"-

-He repeated mockingly.

-"What does she know about such things? She's been groomed since birth to obey, to serve the clan's ambitions, just a stupid doll. Our marriage changes nothing."-

-Suguru's brow furrowed in concern, aware of his friend's stubbornness.

-"Maybe not,"-

-He conceded quietly,

-"but she deserves more than your indifference."-

-With a frustrated grunt, Gojo fell silent, his footsteps echoing through the polished corridors of the headquarters. Geto watched him, letting out a quiet sigh as he broke the silence in his gentle tone.

-"Remember, Satoru, she's a girl, barely sixteen, thrown into a harsh reality of premature adulthood."-

-Gojo looked at him, recalling their few encounters, her hesitant smiles, the nervous glances she cast around the room, her attempts to mimic the grace and poise expected of her. She was a child, really, though their world didn't afford her the luxury to remain one.

-"You know she's only sixteen,"-

-Suguru added, his voice softer, almost pleading.

-"She's not just young, she's practically still a child."-

-Gojo clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. He knew what was expected of him — to marry her, strengthen the alliance, and get her pregnant as soon as possible. The weight of the elders' expectations was suffocating.

-"They want me to marry a minor and have children with her as quickly as possible. It's absurd,"-

-Gojo muttered, his tone filled with bitterness.

-"Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I don't understand the pressure? But I won't be forced into this without a fight."-

-Suguru stepped closer, his gaze imploring.

-"I'm not asking you to accept this without a fight, Satoru."-

-He placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder.

-"But at least consider what she must feel. She's trapped just like you, if not more. Show her some kindness. She deserves that."-

-Gojo turned to face his friend fully, the agitation in his eyes clear even through the blindfold.

-"And what if I can't, Suguru? What if I'm too consumed by my own anger and resentment to see beyond my suffering?"-

-Suguru smiled sympathetically, a small, sad smile touching his lips.

-"Then you'll both suffer needlessly. Especially her. You already have some freedom and a bit of authority over the elders, but she doesn't."-

-He sighed, lowering his hand from Gojo's shoulder.

-"But if you can find it in yourself to show her a little compassion, maybe — just maybe — you'll both find a way to bear this together."-

-Gojo's shoulders relaxed slightly, the internal battle momentarily subdued.

-"I'll try"-

-he whispered, almost to himself.

-"But only for myself. I'll try."-

-He said arrogantly,

-"Don't expect me to be the devoted husband. I'll just try not to treat her too harshly. I really don't see her as my wife."-

-Suguru nodded, his temper rising slightly at his friend's arrogance.

-"That's all anyone can expect from you, Satoru."-

-The moonlight bathed the Gojo headquarters in a serene glow as they continued walking, discussing other topics.-

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-Flashback:The First Encounter-

2003 (nine years ago)

-gojo : thirteen years old

-y/n : seven years old

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-Years ago, on a balmy summer evening, the Hirano and Satoru clans convened for a rare gathering at the sprawling Satoru estate. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the meticulously manicured gardens, where the scent of cherry blossoms mingled with ceremony.

-y/n Hirano, then a timid seven-year-old adorned in a kimono of soft pastels, stood amidst the opulence of the estate's grand reception hall. Her heart fluttered with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as she awaited the introduction to Gojo Satoru, the thirteen boy, heir to the formidable Satoru lineage and already a prodigy among sorcerers at sixteen, she will be engaged today, with him.

-The dinner between the clans had been a tense affair, filled with polite exchanges that barely masked the undercurrents of political maneuvering and ancient rivalries. Gojo, seated at the head of the table, occasionally glanced towards Makoto with an unreadable expression, his gaze piercing through the formalities with unsettling intensity.

-After the formalities, y/n found herself alone with Gojo in a quiet corner of the garden, away from the prying eyes and murmured conversations of their elders. Gojo leaned against a stone pillar, his posture relaxed yet his presence commanding.

-"You're the Hirano girl,"-

-Gojo remarked coolly, his voice carrying an edge of disdain as he glanced down at y/n with barely concealed disinterest.

-y/n, trained from birth in the art of etiquette and obedience, lowered her gaze respectfully.

-"Yes, Lord Gojo,"-

-She replied softly, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

-"It is an honor to meet you."-

-"Honor?"-

-Gojo scoffed, approached her and held her wrist tightly, but not to the point that it would hurt her, he pressed her small figure and looked at her with complete annoyance, his tone biting as he circled her with a predatory grace.

-"This arrangement is nothing more than a shackle forced upon us by tradition. Don't mistake it for anything else."-

-y/n felt the weight of his words like a physical blow, her youthful innocence colliding with the harsh reality of their predetermined futures, She bit her lip, tried not to tremble, struggling to maintain composure in the face of Gojo's blunt dismissal.-

-"You're right, Lord Gojo,"-

-She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.-

-"I understand."-

-Gojo's gaze softened imperceptibly for a fleeting moment, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he turned away dismissively.

-"Good,"-

-He muttered, striding off after he left her arm and the sound of his steps filled the corridors.

-Alone once more in the vastness of the Satoru estate, y/n clutched at the folds of her kimono, her young heart heavy with the weight of their brief exchange. She had been taught from a tender age the importance of compliance, of burying one's desires deep within the recesses of the soul in service to the clan's aspirations.

-As she wandered the labyrinthine halls, the echoes of Gojo's words lingered in her mind, In that moment, amidst the opulence and the traditions that bound their clans together, She started thinking about her life — a life intertwined with the enigmatic figure who had already left an indelible mark upon her heart.

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Author's Note: I have made a few changes to the original plot, as you know, don't be the ghost reader, I really love to see your opinions on this chapter, what did you like the most? are there any things you want me to add? your engagement encourages me to publish more (I will read all the comments) thank you for reading, Have a great day!

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to be continued...

[frostycakepopp]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 - -🄲🅁🄰🅂🄷 🄾🅄🅃- (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1524641252-%F0%9F%84%B2%F0%9F%85%81%F0%9F%84%B0%F0%9F%85%82%F0%9F%84%B7-%F0%9F%84%BE%F0%9F%85%84%F0%9F%85%83?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=CakeFrosTBun In the formative years of Gojo and Geto, Y/N and her older twin sister, Riko, enter the picture. The duo has a mission: to recruit Riko as Tengen's vessel. Y/N, a popular girl in high school, expertly masks her true feelings, pretending to care while remaining emotionally detached. Few are aware of her hidden identity as the Sand Scale, a being of immense power that rivals Gojo himself. To maintain her secretive nature, she suppresses her emotions. Yet, through her interactions with Gojo and Geto, she starts to unravel the layers of her heart, learning the value of love and the beauty of being vulnerable.

[night-dazai]

Reason of Tears

Hello all, I am in a very depressing mood and have been trying to cheer myself up so to anyone out there who is struggling pls don't think you are alone. well by now this term is overused but it's the truth it can never be felt anyway here is a small thought what I would want to say to everyone out there struggling. You can imagine the person to be anyone. (if you wanted a girl I am sorry I went with the pronoun he )

He stood quietly watching you, it was the 5th time you hit your hand making the bed shake “ FUCK ! “ you cursed out “Just why ……” tears were in your eyes but did not fall “ Why can't I study ! Why can't I focus !” you cried with no tears.

You wanted to cry, and you wanted to do horrible things but you also wanted to be kind you just wanted to study. You know it was your mistake when you did not study or work hard during the time of your life when you needed to put in the most effort. Yet you are trying now why is it not working?

You have wasted 2 years of your college, you know your family situation very well and if you don't study and get independent you are as good as a dead person so yet why is your brain refusing it?

You did not know . While your boyfriend who knew the answer did not know how to tell you but today he was sure he was going to confront you “ hey y/n” he said walking into the room like he had just now come back home “ hey !” you instantly changing your face and since you had not cried it was easy .

Strong arms wrapped around you and held your head close to his heart “ here listen to it “ he said “ what do yo-” you were cut off “be quite and listen to me “ he gently patted the back of your head while pushing your face closer to his chest where his heart was beating “ see it beats in a rhythm, if you ask it to stop working for a year and then suddenly ask it to beat again it will not “ he said . “More like its not that it does not want to , it does not know how to beat , it tries but it cannot but since this is a heart you die the moment it stopes beating, “ he said and gently pulled your face so you could see him .

A bright smile, kind eyes “But for you, it's the brain, you don't have time right. You have wasted so much you cannot focus for more than 5 mins everything is understandable but fight, okay keep pushing daily make 5 mins 6 mins today and tomorrow makes it 7 mins. Each day that is enough but make sure each day “ he paused looking into your eyes” Each day is the keyword here okay “You could do nothing but nod “And if you want to cry so badly, don't cry .” he said but this was in a stern tone” you will cry one day and when you cry it will be tears of joy for your success and not cause you could not do it. You will cry because you did it, because you succeeded .” he said patting your head while all you could was smile at him and thank god for giving such a wonderful person to you.

Oh, also requests are open and I will do them regularly from now on, smut to fluff to prompts like these are very much welcomed.

[suuniyunnio]

JUJUTSU KAISEN ― kenjaku , "matching wounds." , part 1 (?)

TW; blood.

Pure life is boring, in the eyes of a dull man.

Lacking light, Kenjaku lacks morals and only the need to satisfy his hunger for the need for humanity's unreachable limit, and what could be pushed far, far away.

Kenjaku's witnessed the evolution of humanity for centuries. The rise of the rich, and the fall of the lesser known. Kenjaku has no play in that, nor does he have the intention to become a chess piece in the play. Kenjaku thrives on results, and he'll do whatever it takes to get one.

A result is always a result.

For one, he's seen you in one of his 'lives' before. For the first time, you were untainted. Pure, full of life and lack of malice, a kind and forgiving angel. but he was not, the body he possessed during that time was one that belonged to one of the worst sorcerers in mankind, a label stamped on the body for years to go on.

and yet you welcomed him with open arms and a smile. Invited him for tea and a talk, and he would go on hours and hours talking to you. That was his first result in what he believed was pure love.

That was one stitch.

The second life, when he was still in the same body, you were different than the previous life, but your soul tied its fingers with his. You were untainted still, but you lacked life and lacked any malice too, neither evil nor kind. You didn't welcome him with open arms that life, but you trusted him enough to let him in your house for a day or two. another result.

Another stitch.

The third life, you were tainted.

Born in a sorcerer family, all you saw was blood being shed, and yet your soul remains forever intertwined with his, no matter how hard you've tried to sever it with your hands alone that used to hold his. This time, you weren't stupid. You knew who he was, and he knew that as well.

But it was still a result.

Another stitch, and then, another, and then, another.

[mysticbeeinatree]

If Only

a/n: I apologize, it's been a long time since I have written any fanfiction especially angst but I hope you enjoy! Please do not take, copy, or repost my works thank you!

Ageless and blank profiles will be blocked! (Even if the post isn’t nsfw)

Word count: 744

CW: angst and thats it!

You and Nanami have known each other since you both had gone to Jujutsu High. You were there to tease him about his haircut and to see him grow into the dutiful, strong man that he is. You were devastated when he left and relieved and ecstatic when he returned. You don’t want to lie to yourself, but the thought of having the feelings you do for him is too much to take at this point. You thought you were over him. Time after time the heartbreak you’ve felt, unbeknownst to him. He has no idea the mental turmoil you put yourself through every time you were studying with him, doing a project with him, even just thinking about him. 

You were there when he suddenly started bringing in bags from the bakery that you would pass together sometimes after work. You knew he had a little bit of a sweet tooth and would make fun of him every time he sat down munching on his pastry. You were there when he introduced you to his new lover, smiled pleasantly when they joyously told you they met one day when Kento stopped to get some breakfast one morning. Nodded and listened as the woman laughed remembering the way he seemed to have a glint of relief every time he saw her. Even laughing yourself when they recalled how he asked her out, his cheeks a light pink hue as he cleared his throat and slightly avoided her eyes when he vocalized his overly rehearsed lines. She giggled and ever since then they were an item. 

Although, that was back then. You were there when that relationship ultimately ended when she couldn’t understand why he was always working. You were there for him to let his guard down and have someone to rely on. There for him to vent or to be a distraction for him, maybe a bit selfishly enjoying the company of him with you once again. Patting his head when he would lean on your shoulder, relishing in his warmth when he needed a hug, loving this feeling of him wanting or needing you to be around. Even if it was just for a moment. 

Things began to get busy and you both would spend less and less time together. You started teaching 3rd year students while he took on more and more missions. The both of you barely had time to talk, but you were happy, since he was busy he didn’t have time to think about how he was feeling. Even then, you’d reminisce about the times you were so close. Funny that history seems to repeat itself over and over. Messages became more and more sparse until ultimately that communication ended altogether. 

It had been years since then. You find yourself looking at old pictures, that tight feeling in your chest once again. Looking at his contact information for the nth time this week deciding what to do. Instead of putting the phone down you began to type. “Hello Kento, it’s been a really long time.. How have you been? Is Gojo still getting on your nerves, go easy on him he took a liking to you, you know? I’ve been okay, just been working so much recently. Remember the good old days when we could hang out or something once the day was over haha I miss those days.. Honestly Nanami I miss you, I think about you every day. I wish things had been different.. I.. I miss you and I love you so much. I love you.” Pushing send, there was some weight that lifted off your heart and your chest. 

“Not delivered.” You knew that message wouldn’t go through. It’s been years since the incident. Since you walked into that subway terminal and fell to your knees.Unable to fully grasp the situation, not even Gojo was there to help with the pain. Years since the darkest period of your life began. If only you had been there, if only you could have done something to help him, anything. Another selfish part of you thought about how he would never even know about your feelings and how maybe just maybe things could have turned out differently relationship-wise or even overall if you had said something before Shibuya. Of course not and it doesnt help to think that way, but you can’t help it. If only you could talk to him one more time. If only…

[hyuneskkami]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ R U MINE? .ᐟ

⤷ satoru gojo x gender neutral!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . jujutsu kaisen

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . corny pick-up lines | suggestive dialogues

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . n/n: nickname | y/n: your name

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 161

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . a quick (and short af) dorky!gojo + tease!gojo bc we all know the duality of this man-child <3 here’s a bunch of pick-up lines gojo uses on the reader bc we def need gojo fluff after what gege did to us 🙏 but guys I saw one that went “I have these stitches on my forehead bc you’ve made me lose my mind” and I- 💀

gojo: “y/n.” reader: “mm.” G: “n/n.” R: “mmm.” G: “MY LOVE-“ R: “what is it, toru? and stop smirking.” G: “want me to explain my cursed technique with mathematics?“ R: “didn’t you fail twice, and then ask kento to help you with math?” G: “…” R: “sorry, darling, go ahead-“ G: “LET’S START BY ADDING A BED AND SUBTRACTING OUR CLOTHES-“ geto: “n/n, is he high again?”

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gojo: “something’s wrong with my six eyes, n/n.” reader: “shit, are you o-“ G: “because I can’t take them off you.” *finger guns* R: *bitch slaps him* 💀🙏

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gojo: “oi n/n, you know gumi’s divine dogs, don’tcha?” reader: “mhm. they’re so adorable. and don’t yap my ears off when i’m reading. unlike someone else-“ G: “I think, just like them, we’d make a great pair <3” R: *absolutely mf flustered*

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satoru “throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honoured one to be your husband” gojo on your wedding day <3

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[wrapmeinatortilla]

"We're all out of moves."

You and Megumi waited outside the gate for what seemed like hours. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. Your muscles began to ache from being on high alert for so long. 

You were too smart to be optimistic, besides that wasn't necessarily a trait of yours to begin with. Looking on the bright side was Yuji's thing. Yuji wasn't here right now. Yuji was fighting a monster who could slaughter thousands without trying and he was doing it alone.  

You knew the reason Yuji wanted you away so bad was because he was going to let Sukuna take over. A sick part of you wondered how it felt to share a body and having to constantly fight to keep control of it. Just the thought of it gave you the heebie jeebies. 

"The innate domain is closed off. That means the special grade is dead." Megumi said from beside you. You breathed a sigh of relief, finally releasing the tension from your body. Now all you needed to do was wait for Yuji to come back out and everything would be fine-

"Sorry but he's not coming back." You couldn't breathe. The presence behind you was so overwhelming you had to keep yourself from passing out. You darted your eyes over to look at Megumi who seemed to be going through every stage of grief all at once, just as frozen as you were. 

"Oh don't be scared you two, I'm in a great mood right now. Let's chat for a bit." Sukuna cooed, whispering in your ear. The curse draped his hand over your shoulder, carving his nails into your skin. 

You were so in shock you couldn't even feel the pain. Sukuna chuckled before walking ahead of you. 

"This is what he gets for trying to use me without forming any kind of pact. Poor kids having some trouble switching back it seems. Still though, it was only a matter of time before he failed." Sukuna explained before tearing off Yuji's clothing. 

If he wasn't so evil you'd be drooling over his muscles right now, except the fact of the matter was he was terrifying. 

"So I thought about what I could do right now..." Sukuna snarled, snapping open his claws before digging them into Yuji's chest, ripping out his heart. You choked on a scream. 

"I'm taking this brat hostage." 

You watched in utter horror at the pool of blood that had begun to form at Sukuna's feet. That was Yuji's blood. You hyperventilated looking at the empty space that had once contained Yuji's heart. The heart that was now tossed aside like garbage. 

"I can live without this pesky thing, the brat however can't. If he tries to switch out with me...he dies." You fell to your knees, flashes of your dreams coming back to haunt you.

How could you be so stupid to forget this? 

You could've prevented this

What kind of a genius are you? Can't even save your best friend

You fell to your knees in anguish. Sukuna's face broke out into a shit eating grin as he watched you fall. He walked calmly to your side, grabbing your face with his bloody hand. 

"Don't fret girl, I have so many plans for you now that the brats gone." You couldn't even react as the smell of iron filled your nostrils. Your brain had gone into overdrive trying to think of a way out of this, but you were stumped. 

"He's...he's gonna come back. That's the kind of guy that Itadori is even if it means he'll die." Megumi spoke with conviction, readying himself to battle the king of curses. 

Sukuna arched an eyebrow. "You give him too much credit. The brats just a little tougher and an whole lot denser than other humans. Only a moment ago, he was scared out of his mind as he teetered on the verge of death. All I had to hear about was all his regrets and how he wishes he could've told the girl how he felt about her. I know for a fact he doesn't have the guts to kill himself." Sukuna continued to wipe Yuji's blood all over you. The rain washed the crimson down your face. 

You slowly stood up, startling the king. 

"You know, I'm getting really sick and tired of you talking about Yuji like you know him." Your tone was dead and your aura was downright murderous as you looked at the curse inhabiting your best friends body. 

Sukuna could feel himself grow excited under you gaze, almost feeling giddy at the amount of bloodlust that radiated off of you. As quick as lightning you pulled your pistols from your holsters, firing multiple shots at the curse who took each one like it was nothing. Sukuna did nothing but smile. 

"It feels so good to be outside again. Let's use all this open space shall we?" 

Megumi summoned Nue without a second thought, commanding the shikigami to grab you. This time you allowed the animal to do so, soaring above Sukuna you had better aim for all your shots. 

Megumi stayed close to the ground, throwing his body at the curse, trying to land a solid hit, but it was useless. Sukuna was able to evade every single attack that the boy threw at him. 

Sukuna grabbed Megumi's arm, spinning him around before pulling him up close. 

"Put more curse behind it." He growled, launching a punch of his own, hitting Megumi square in the face. 

You let the shikigami bring you back to the ground as you took Megumi's spot. Sukuna's eyes glowed red as you reentered the battlefield. You continued to shoot your pistols from a safer distance, keeping Megumi behind you as he tried to shake off the hit. 

"You have a plethora of cursed energy you just haven't been able to fully tap into." Sukuna spoke, getting walking closer to you, letting Yuji's body be riddled with bullets that he was quick to heal. 

'come on, just regenerate the heart' you thought manically, continuing to shoot as much as you could, but the distance was quickly being closed off. As Sukuna grew closer, Megumi summoned another shikigami, this time his snake. 

You fell to the ground, catching your breath as you let Megumi take over once again. Orochi pulled Sukuna into the air allowing Nue to pack multiple punches full of cursed energy. 

Megumi knelt down to you, pulling you back on your feet.

"Are you okay?" He asked, you shook your head. 

"I'm running low." You spoke, your legs beginning to wobble and your head beginning to feel like it was full of lead. 

Sukuna, the life ruiner that he is, decided it was the perfect moment to join the two of you once more. The curse decimated the snake shikigami before appearing behind the two of you. 

You could feel the curse grasp the back of your shirt. 

"Like I said, let's use the open space-"Sukuna shouted, throwing you and Megumi into the air. You tore through trees, before stopping midair. Before you could even grasp the full extent of what was going on, Sukuna launched another attack, kicking you into a building. 

You crashed through walls, you could feel pieces of concrete embed themselves into your skin as you soared through the air. When you appeared through the other side, Nue was there to catch you and Megumi. You held onto the bird creature with all that remained of your strength. You tried to breathe but that proved almost impossible under the weight of several broken ribs. 

The king however, was not done with his onslaught of torture, this time aiming an attack for Nue, causing the three of you to crash through another building. You screamed in pain as you landed. Blood soaking through almost every crevice of your body. Your vision clouded up with spots as you bounced between the land of the living and the dead. 

"So I've finally figured out the boys technique. You use shadows to form your shikigami's." Sukuna said almost proudly. 

"Yeah and what's it to you." Megumi replied sarcastically. 

"I just don't get it..why did you run back then? It's almost a waste of your talents." Sukuna questioned. Megumi looked perplexed at the curses curiosity. The boy paused before looking at you, who laid beside him whimpering in pain. Sukuna noticed his line of sight and smiled evilly. 

"Ah so you also feel something for the girl...how interesting." 

Megumi blinked only to find Sukuna right next to you. 

"Now this girl is quite the mystery to me. You know she heard my voice that night I infested the brats body but it's almost like she knew to feed my finger to this idiot instead of herself. It's as if her soul knows me..." Sukuna traced a sharp finger down the side of your neck, releasing another stream of blood. 

Megumi let cursed energy charge through his body as he prepared to unleash his ultimate attack. Sukuna smiled in victory, finally finding the part of Megumi that makes him tick. 

"COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU HAVE MEGUMI FUSHIGURO!" The curse screamed charging at the boy, only for time to stand still. 

"Just so you know, I...I didn't have any logical reason for choosing to save you back then. Even if it was dangerous I just couldn't see a good person like you die. I had no rational reason for sparing you other than my own selfish, emotional reasons. I'm not hero, just a jujutsu sorcerer, and I have never once regretted saving you." Megumi spoke. His revelation causing you to open your eyes fully. You sat up to the best of your ability, nursing your ribs. 

"You really are smart Fushiguro. Take care of everyone for me..."Yuji spoke, his warm brown eyes then drifted towards yours that had begun to fill up with tears, "Y/n..," Yuji coughed up some more blood, his voice growing hoarse as the weight of his injuries had begun to catch up to his mortality.

"Y/n live a long life." The pinkette spoke as he fell forward. You shook your head in disbelief as you gravitated towards the body of your best friend. 

"No..."You choked out, your voice a mix of anger and melancholy. "No." You nearly screamed as you fell beside your friend, tears falling freely down your face. 

The scream you let out as you realized that Yuji was truly gone still plays in Megumi's head like a haunting melody. 

"Live a long life...doesn't mean much when you go and die yourself." Nobara spoke. A silence fell between Nobara and Megumi as they sat in the courtyard. "Is this your first time having a partner die?"

"First one that was my age." Megumi responded, his tone lacking any real emotion. 

"You seem to be taking it well..."

"You too."

"Well I only knew him for two weeks. I'm not the kind of girl to break down over a guy that I-...a guy that I barely knew." Nobara could feel the hot sting of tears. Nobara felt awful and if she felt like this, she couldn't even imagine how you were holding up. 

"It's hot out..." Megumi spoke. 

"Yeah I wonder if it's time for summer uniforms."

"You're looking more glum than usual Megumi, is this a wake or something?" The girl asked, watching the two underclassmen deflate even more. 

"Maki! You aren't aware of why they're so down in the dumps?" 

"What the heck are you talking about?" The girl asked, completely missing the disappointed looks of her peers. 

"Someone really did die yesterday! One of the first year boys." 

You walked around the city, the hoodie you had stolen from Yuji's room last night pulled tightly around you. You tried to cling to the smell, hoping that it would stick to your very being forever. Despite breathing in the fresh air outside, you still felt like you were suffocating. 

You walked through the busy streets, avoiding even the slightest touch from anybody who passed by you. It was like everyone knew that you were having a horrible day because not a single living person so much as looked at you. 

You preferred it that way. Nobody could see you tear streaked face if they weren't looking. You walked until you reached a small movie theater. You glanced disinterestedly at the options until your eyes landed on a specific title, "Human Earthworm 3". A sad smile etched itself on your lips, you remembered starting the series with Sasaki forever ago, mocking how bad it was. 

You went up to the clerk, handing him some money in exchange for the ticket before you dragged yourself inside. 

When you walked in you realized just how empty the theater was, only a few people present for the showing of the movie. You peered through the aisles trying to find the optimum seating before your eyes stopped on a boy your age eating popcorn while intently looking at the screen. You tiptoes towards the seat next to him, hoping and praying he didn't find you weird for choosing to sit by him instead of one of the many empty seats. 

You cleared your throat. 

"Excuse me...is this seat taken?" You questioned in a whisper. You saw the boy jump in his seat before quickly shaking his head no. You smiled softly before sitting down beside him. The boy looked incredibly skittish the whole time which you felt guilty about. 

"I'm Y/n by the way. Figured I might introduce myself since we're going to watch one of the worst movies ever created together." The boy didn't speak for a moment, like he was getting over the shock of you talking to him. 

"I'm Junpei. Junpei Yoshino."

I suck at writing fight scenes

[allhailsugu]

Was in the mood for drama. 🥲 I miss him so muchhh.

Synopsis: Geto x. Y/N, having a fight, smut, consensual, word count: 4.9k

You lay in bed, curled up and Geto lets out a shaky breath, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He watches you on the bed, the sight of you curled up making his heart ache. He takes a step forward, hesitating for a moment before moving towards the bed.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on you, his body tense with nerves. He takes a deep breath, summoning up the courage to break the silence between you. His voice comes out low and rough, filled with emotion.

“I’m... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for everything…”

You don’t respond, eyes fixated on a point in your vision.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for being a coward, for being weak, for hurting you…”

He glances at you, hoping for some sort of response, some indication that you’re listening to him, but your expression remains stoic, your eyes fixed on that same point in your vision. He swallows hard, the lump in his throat growing thicker with every word.

“I was wrong... Wrong to ignore you, wrong to put my own fears ahead of your feelings, wrong to let anyone mess with you, wrong to push you away...”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses…….” 

Geto’s heart sinks at your words, your stoic expression and flat tone making his stomach twist with anxiety and guilt.

“I know… I know you don’t want to hear my excuses. But please, just listen to me…”

“Explaining it won’t make it right…. Telling me a bunch of excuses won’t change the past……” You say quietly, your voice laced with hurt and disappointment.

“I know... I know that it won't make it right. I know I can't change the past, but I need you to understand why I did what I did…”

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, desperate for you to understand his perspective. He knows that it's not an excuse, but he needs you to know that he wasn’t doing it to hurt you, that it was his own fear and insecurity that drove him to act the way he did. He takes another deep breath, his voice soft and earnest.

“I was... I was scared. Scared of how I felt about you, scared of how much you meant to me. I didn't want to admit it to myself, and I let that fear control my actions. I know I can’t undo what I’ve done… I know I can’t take back how I acted, how I treated you… but I promise you, I promise with everything I have… I will do better.”

You don’t react. You don’t look up. You don’t even think of anything, in fact, you just want proof. Not empty words he knew to spit so well. You needed commitment. Needed more.

Geto feels your lack of response like a punch to the gut. He can tell you’re not convinced by his words, that you need more than just empty promises to believe in him again. He clenches his jaw, his mind racing as he tries to think of a way to prove to you that he’s sincere, that he’s committed to making things right between you. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“What do you need? What do I need to do to show you that I’m serious?”

Your head snaps up, your eyes locking onto his.

“I need you to give me my promises back, my…..! My trust, my heart, my…. my….”

You trail off, looking at him just hurts. Geto’s heart clenches at your words, the weight of your pain and hurt hitting him like a tidal wave. He can hear the anguish in your voice, the desperation, and it breaks his heart all over again.

He reaches out towards you, his hand slowly lifting up to brush against your cheek. His fingers gently trace along the line of your jaw, feeling the smoothness of your skin, trying to find the right words to respond.

“I… I can’t give it back. I can’t undo what’s been done... But I can try… try to earn…” He takes a moment, his throat feeling tight, his heart feeling heavy.

“…try to earn back your trust, your faith in me, your… your…” He trails off again, the words getting stuck in his throat. He looks at you, his eyes meeting yours, taking in the pain and hurt in your expression, and it hurts like a physical blow.

“…your love. I can try to earn back your love.”

He can see the doubt in your eyes, the hesitation, and he can’t blame you for it. He knows he’s done nothing to prove to you that he’s worthy of your love, of your trust, and he knows he has a long way to go to make things right.

He takes a deep breath, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin as he speaks.

“I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But… I want to try. Will you let me try?”

Again, you don’t respond. You don’t want him to ask for permission. Don’t want him to wait for a ‘yes’ to do something. You want him to wanna do it, no matter what your answer is. Because he himself wants it not because you tell him to.

He knows that words aren’t enough, that he has to show you with his actions that he’s serious about fixing things between you. He hesitates for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

He slowly moves forward, closing the distance between you and him. His body now fully on the bed, his knees on each side of yours. The bed shifts slightly under his weight, the sound of the mattress creaking underneath him filling the silence in the room. His eyes are fixed on yours, his expression intense and focused, his heart beating furiously in his chest.

He slowly reaches up, his hand moving to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. His fingers brush against your skin, gentle and almost reverent, as if he’s touching something fragile and precious. He studies your face, taking in every contour, every line, every freckle, every little detail that makes you who you are. His thumb gently caresses your skin, tracing along the edge of your jaw, his touch sending small shivers down his spine. Your eyes meeting his, your breath slowing down, every touch sending electricity through your joints.

He swallows hard, his throat feeling dry, his heart feeling full.

“I… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make things right between us… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to undo the pain I have caused you… But I want to try…”

His voice is rough and low, filled with emotion and a hint of desperation. He searches your eyes, looking for a sign, any sign that he hasn’t lost you completely. He moves his hand from your chin, his fingers gently tracing down your neck and stopping at the hollow of your throat, resting there, feeling the steady thump of your pulse beneath his fingertips.

You look up at him, your breath silently hitching at the feel of his tentative touch and Geto can see the shift in your breathing, the way your breath catches in your throat, and it sends a wave of emotion through him. He can feel the rapid beat of your pulse under his fingers, the proof that you’re there, that you’re real, that you’re alive.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. He moves his hand slightly, his fingertips tracing a soft path down your collarbone and across your shoulder, his touch light and gentle. He can feel the heat of your skin through the fabric of your clothes, the warmth of your body seeping into his fingertips, making his palm feel feverish. His hand continues tracing a slow, light path across your skin, his fingers memorizing the contour of your body and feeling the soft, supple flesh beneath. He reaches the edge of your shirt, his hand pausing for a moment, his fingers toying with the fabric, feeling the way the material is stretched over your skin, the way it moves with your body, the way it follows the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

His knuckles brushing against the bare skin of your abdomen, feeling the smoothness and the heat. His heart skips a beat, his breathing growing slightly erratic as his fingers continue moving, tracing a slow, deliberate path back upwards and he can hear the sound of your breathing, the soft, uneven rhythm of your breath as it hitches in your throat, the small gasps and the quiet hums that escape your lips. 

You crane your neck, exposing more of your skin to him, your hands trembling as you grip the bed sheets, tugging them slightly towards yourself, still laying on your side.

The movement of your head and the way you expose your neck to him sends a shiver down his spine, his fingers pausing for a moment as he takes in the sight of your skin, soft and smooth and vulnerable. His heart pounds in his chest, his breaths growing deeper and more uneven as he watches the way your chest rises and falls, the way your collarbone juts out, the way your pulse thrums in your throat.

His fingers resume their path, moving across the expanse of your neck, tracing along the line of your jugular vein, feeling the way your pulse races against his fingertips. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s worshipping every inch of your skin under his touch. He moves closer, his body pressing against yours, his chest moving against your back. He can feel the heat of your body against his, the way your back presses against his chest, the way your body fits perfectly against his. His fingers keep moving, his touch growing slightly firmer, his knuckles tracing across the line of your spine, feeling the way it curves and dips, feeling the taut muscles of your back contract and relax under his fingers.

He can feel the way you shiver under his touch, the way your body responds to his touch, the soft, quiet hums and gasps that escape your lips as he continues his path, his fingers moving down, dancing along the edge of your shirt, his knuckles brushing against the soft, exposed skin of your lower back.

He leans down, his body pressing closer to yours, his breath hot against your ear. His lips find the skin of your neck, his mouth hovering over the pulse point, his tongue darting out to taste your skin making you gasp, your body jolting at the contact and Geto can feel the way your body responds to his touch and it sends a wave of heat through him.

His lips move along your neck, tracing a path up to the edge of your jaw, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin. He can taste the salty sweetness of your skin and it makes his mouth water, his tongue darting out to trace along the edge of your earlobe. His fingers continue their journey, moving across your lower back, tracing the line of your spine, the path of your vertebrae, his touch firm but gentle, his hands seeming to burn marks onto your skin.

His body presses closer to yours, his chest flush against your back, his body moving in unison with yours, his touch making your every nerve feel alive and on fire. He can feel the way your body tenses and relaxes at his touch, the way your hips arch towards him, seeking more contact while his lips move to the skin below your ear, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path down to your jawline, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps.

His fingers pause at the edge of your waistband, his thumb moving in slow, almost lazy circles against the sensitive skin of your lower back, his mouth still busy with the skin of your neck, his teeth gently nipping and his tongue tracing along your pulse point.

He can feel the way your body trembles under his touch, the way you press yourself closer to him, your body seeming to seek more contact, more friction. He can hear the soft, uneven gasp that escapes your lips, the way your breath hitches in your throat, the way your skin feels impossibly hot under his lips.

He moves his hands to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, his touch firmer now as he pulls you closer to him, his body pressing flush against your back, his heat seeping into your bones. His mouth continues its path along your neck, his teeth gently nipping, his tongue tracing a soft path down to the hollow of your shoulder.

Your hands gripping the sheets tightly unable to resist his touch, as you reach back to hold onto him when suddenly there it was…. 

A soft moan. 

The sound of the moan leaving your lips hits his ears like a jolt of electricity, his whole body seeming to tighten in response. His eyes widen slightly, his hands pausing for a moment on your hips, his ears straining to hear that sound again, the sound of your voice, the sound of your pleasure.

He swallows hard, his body responding to your sound, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He can feel the way your body moves against his, the way your back flexes and arches towards him, the way your skin feels hotter and hotter with every passing moment. He moves his mouth back to the skin of your neck, his tongue drawing a long, slow path across your pulse point, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he moves one hand to your stomach, his palm flat against the soft, taut flesh, his fingers tracing circles in the dip of your abdomen.

Your skin retracts beneath his touch, twitching and trembling as he keeps moving his hands over your skin, while all you can do is squirm and writhe…. 

Another moan.

The sound of yet another moan escaping your lips hits his ears like a splash of cold water, making his head spin and his heart pound even louder. He groans softly, his hand moving up, his fingers tracing along the curve of your breasts, feeling the heat of your body even through the thin fabric of your shirt.

He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way your back arches into his hand, the way your skin trembles and shakes under his fingers. Your moan rings in his ears, fueling the heat that was already coursing through his body and he moves his other hand to your other side, his fingers tracing the outline of your ribcage, feeling the way your hips repeatedly shift, your ass pressing into him as you move involuntarily and the feel of it grinding into him sends a wave of heat through his body, his heart feeling like it’s going to explode out of his chest. He closes his eyes, his head spinning, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as he struggles to keep control.

He can feel the heat radiating off you, your skin feeling so hot and so soft under his fingers, and it’s all he can do to not lose control completely. He moves his mouth back to your neck, his lips moving along your jawline, finding his way back to your ear as he whispers, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

“Is this okay?” he breathes, his voice rough and uneven, his breath hot against your ear, his hands still tracing along your body, touching, exploring, feeling every inch of your skin like it’s something fragile and precious.

“Please tell me this is okay,” he continues, his lips moving to the skin just below your ear, the words hot and desperate against your skin. His hands continue their path across your body, his touch becoming firmer, more deliberate, as he slowly loses control. 

“Please.”

And you nod, whimpering and mewling, the sound of it combined with the feeling of your body shifting and moving into his touch is nearly too much for him to handle, and he feels the last shred of restraint and control he was holding onto disappear.

His hands move to the hem of your shirt, his fingers slowly pulling the material up, exposing more of your skin to his eyes. His lips move down to your collarbone, his kisses and nips growing more intense, leaving marks and love bites as he goes. His body is now fully pressed against your back, his hips moving against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Suguru-……”

The sound of his name on your lips, said in a way he’s sure he’ll never get used to, makes his heart skip a beat, his body growing even hotter at the way his name rolls off your tongue. The way it sounds when you say it, like you’re calling out to him and no one else. It’s like a drug to him.

He groans against the skin of your shoulder, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you even closer to him, his body moving against yours as the aching need in his lower belly grows with each passing moment. He presses his hardened length against yours, his skin feeling feverish as he continues to grind against your ass. His lips move back to your neck, his teeth gently biting down, the feeling of your body in his arms like a revelation, like a prayer answered, like a promise fulfilled.

He moves one of his hands down, his palm flattening against your stomach, his fingers tracing the edge of your waistband, his touch featherlight and teasing as he hikes up your skirt, lifting your leg to angle it up in front of you, and with one motion ripping your stocking right between your legs, making you gasp and mewl at the sound of ripping fabric, and the quick, sharp snap, sends a jolt through his body, his breathing growing more irregular as he feels heat flow through him in waves.

His hands move to your exposed skin, his knuckles brushing against your inner thigh, the touch soft at first, then a little firmer, as if he’s seeking something, as if he’s trying to answer a question. He can feel the way your skin feels against his touch, the way it heats up and starts to tremble, the way he can hear your breath hitch in your throat. The image in his mind, the sight of your legs exposed in front of him, the sound of the fabric ripping, it all makes his lower belly ache with need, and desire pool deep in his lower abdomen and he groans gently, his teeth biting down on your shoulder in response.

His hand moves up, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path across the smooth, bare skin of your upper thigh, just under the edge of your skirt. His touch feels almost reverent, the way it maps out the shape and contour of your skin, the heat and the softness, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you, every curve and dip. He can hear your breathing, the ragged, uneven gasps as you struggle to keep control. He can feel your skin as it trembles and shudders under his touch, the way you press yourself back against him, seeking more of his skin, seeking more of his touch, and it makes his heart quicken, it makes his body burn.

He moves his hand higher, his fingers tracing the edge of the elastic of your underwear, his touch still gentle, still teasing. He can feel the heat and the dampness through the thin fabric, and it makes him groan softly, his head spinning at the sight of you, at the feel of you, at the knowledge that you’re wanting him, needing him, just as he needs you.

His fingers grip the elastic of your underwear, his knuckles brushing against your skin as he slowly, tantalizingly, starts to pull the fabric down over your hips. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you arch your hips up towards him, seeking more of his touch, seeking more skin-to-skin contact, and the heat in his body grows hotter and hotter as he slowly pulls your underwear and ripped stocking down your legs, his lips moving to your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he groans softly, whispering your name, like it’s a prayer, like it’s an invocation.

He moves your body gently, repositioning you on the bed so that your front is pressed against the sheets, your legs slightly splayed, the sight before his eyes like something out of a dream, like something he never thought he’d get to see. He moves his hands to your hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, his touch still firm but gentle, tracing circles into your skin as he bends down over you, moving your hair out of your nape, his lips moving to plant kisses there.

His tongue tracing long, lazy paths along your spine, his teeth nipping and gently biting down on your skin. He groans against your skin, his breathing coming in short, desperate gasps, his body aching with need and desire for you, his body trembling at the feeling of your skin underneath his touch. He moves his hands down, his fingers tracing the curve of your lower back, his touch growing firmer, more deliberate, tracing a path down the back of your thighs, his knuckles brushing against your skin as if they’re leaving trails of fire in their wake. He can feel the way you shiver under his touch, each sound you make sending heat surging through him, each gasp and moan making his body ache and burn.

He moves his lips back to your neck, his tongue tracing a slow, torturous path along the line of your shoulder, as his hands move to your hips, gripping the flesh beneath his fingers, his body moving closer to yours, the heat of his skin burning against yours. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you shiver and tremble, the way you arch and press yourself against him, seeking more of his touch, seeking more of him. He can hear the sound of your voice, the way it comes in unsteady, uneven gasps, the way you sound like you’re calling out to him, begging him and he can’t control himself anymore.

His body moving of its own accord, his hips pressing against your behind, grinding and rocking, his hands gripping your hips like the only solid thing in the world. He’s desperate, hungry, his body aching for relief, for release, his mind completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you, the sound of you, the scent of you, everything about you making him feel like he’s drowning and yet never wanting to come up.

He presses himself harder against you, the heat of his body seeping into your skin, the feel of every inch of him against you sending heat and fire and need through your limbs. He can feel every part of you, your softness, your skin, the way you sound, the way you move, like you’re a drug, like you’re his lifeline.

You mewl and pant, your body making way to embrace him, to take him and make him feel good, just like your body remembers from your nights together. From how needy your body is for his, from how much it ached to be connected with his… Just like you remember.

He groans softly your movements sending heat surging through him, making his body throb and ache with need. He shifts his weight slightly, one of his legs slipping between yours, his body slotting into the spaces between your own like it’s meant to be there, like he’s claiming you, connecting with you on a physical level that’s almost spiritual. He fumbles his already tight pants off and the sound of his zipper sending a series of shivers down your spine.

He moves his lips to your neck again, his mouth tracing a slow, languid path along your skin, his teeth nipping and gently biting down while he pulls down his pants, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake as you feel the hard, hot skin of his cock grinding between the cheeks of your ass. He moves one of his hands down, his palm flat against the top of your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles into the silky skin, his touch growing firmer, more deliberate, spreading you, as his need for you reaches its peak.

He guides himself towards your seeping hole and presses himself closer to you, as his hands move to your hips, gripping the fat of your ass as he pulls you down, stretching you so torturously over his hardened cock until his body is flush against yours, his skin so hot he feels like he’s going to burn you from the inside out. He can feel your body trembling beneath his touch, the way you arch and shiver and mewl with each caress, each kiss. He snakes one arm around your waist to steady his grip, bracing himself onto the other arm.

His mind is hazy with desire, the heat and the need almost too much for him to handle, the feeling of you in his arms like a dream come to life. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you whimper and mewl, the way your voice sounds, needy and desperate, the way it sounds like you’re calling out to him, begging him. He can feel the heat of your body, the way it’s like a beacon, pulling him towards you, and he can’t resist any longer. 

He shifts his weight, positioning himself over you, his body still pressed up against your back, his hips fitting into the spaces between your legs, as if he was made to be there, like a puzzle piece finally slotting into place. He can feel the heat of your body, the way you shiver and tremble underneath him, the way your skin feels so hot and soft and smooth.

He kisses the back of your neck, his lips tracing a slow, gentle path to your shoulder, nipping and biting at the skin, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He groans softly, the sound of it reverberating through your body, the feeling of his mouth on your skin like a brand, marking you as his as he tortures you, not moving his hips. 

He can feel the way you shift beneath him, the way you arch and press yourself back against him, seeking more of his touch, more of him, wanting him just as much as he wants you. He moves his lips back to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his voice rough and uneven, as he whispers your name like a prayer, like a mantra.

He moves his hips against you in one hard thrust before stilling again before he pulls back again and repeats the motion. One hard thrust, making you gasp and choke, making your toes curl as he penetrates you so deep within it knocks out any air in your lungs. But his body was seeking more contact, more friction, his need for you almost overwhelming him, the heat inside his body a burning inferno making him pick up his pace. He can feel your bodies move together, the way they fit together, like you were made for each other.

He can hear the way you moan and gasp, the sounds coming from deep within your throat, the way they roll off your lips like music, beautiful and mesmerizing. He can feel the tremors in your body, the way you tremble under his touch, like you’re completely lost in this moment, completely consumed by him, by his touch, by his need. 

He moves his hands to your wrists, pinning them above your head, holding you in place beneath him, the feeling of your body completely at his mercy driving him wild. He kisses the back of your neck, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin, his body pressing you completely into the bed, his weight on top of you like a cage, holding you in place, holding you where he wants you, where you’re meant to be.

He can hear your voice, the way you moan and call out to him, the sound of his name coming from your lips like a mantra, a prayer, a benediction. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you move and arch and press yourself against him, your body becoming completely his, completely owned by him.

He moves his lips back to your neck, his teeth gently biting down on the skin, the feeling of the mark he’s leaving, the bruise he’s making on your skin making him feel something primal, something raw and possessive. He’s lost in you, completely consumed by you, and his body is moving on its own.

The previous fight forgotten. The hurt covered by desire and need. The icy cold exchanged by intense heat and fire.

Just like always during the rare occasions when you both were fighting.

[kiteio]

Waking up ft The Honored One

Tags : Fem! Reader x Gojo Satoru, Male!Dom, choking, spit, oral fem, kissing, size kink, just overall nasty smh.

a/n : my first time actually writing one of these, thanks for reading! Give me advice or ideas! I enjoy this :) (( i know its not amazing but im working on it <3

tasteful skin prickled under gossamer fingertips as my tired lids threatened to part. calloused palms fluttered across my bare chest enticing me closer as i was enveloped backwards and into him. Gruff words of love retorted into the shell of my ear as i was turned around sharply to face him meeting an enamored gaze painted across dewy skin. s/c hands snaked across his extremities and pulled him in closer wrapping oneself around him. One hand massaging his lower back, and another around his neck, the other raking through his soft hair. Small moments of embrace buzzed warmth within me as we laid there with each other, exploring bodies and giggling within the comfort of our own home, taunting each other mercilessly until we couldn’t anymore.

my soft needy lips were engulfed in his, eyes only meeting for a moment before shutting down. His soft muscle teasing mine, tracing my bottom lip and forcing entry, flicking his tongue over mine and grazing my teeth. Parting with a soft pop and a guttural moan as he grabbed my nape to look at the lewd expression on my face. “you taste sooo good baby girl” . all i could audibly release was a breathy moan before my lips were ravished by him again. Eventually breaking away from the kiss he turns me on my back and looms his chiseled figure on top of me with a feral glint in his eye. Vascular hands roped around my small waist and neck locking me in place as he rutted his hips against me, biting my bottom lip and tearing it against his teeth as he slowly grinded against me again, earning a mewl from my puffy lips. “Did you like that sweet girll” he cooed, his husky words filling my senses as i clasped my thighs together. Vascular hands snaked and groped my breasts animalisticly as i mewled and gasped out like a scared puppy beneath him, so much to the point i didn’t even notice the warm bulge that pulsed against my heat. Whimpering softly against the growing contact of his semi, i rutted against him subconsciously as he grounded me to the bed by my throat and began to rub small circles on my clit that was now completely swollen and aching. Blue eyes carved into me as he watched me fall apart. “f-f-fuuuckkk satoru” i mewled out as i felt the rising in my abdomen “hows that feel baby, oh right there? you like it when i rub that pretty little clit?” He cooed and mocked before sliding two long fingers inside of me unexpectedly. “you like that y/n? You look so fucking pretty like this” i gasped out, arching my back and grinding against his fingers like a dog in heat. “gojo i-i-im gonna cum” sliding down, still rubbing your clit softly gojo took the tip of his tongue and ran it from your entrance to your clit, and then slowly dipped his tongue in, a growl emitting from his throat as he sunk in his tongue all the way until he could feel you pulse around his muscle. “Ah, i-i-im gonna cumm” I retorted as i spasmed across his pallet. As i peaked in my euphoric orgasm, gojo flipped me over on my stomach, the head of my warm member teasing my now dripping vulva. “Fuckkk y/n, look at how messy and wet you are” my flushed face peering at him lined up behind me smiling softly as i whimpered at the tinging sensation of his head rubbing against my pussy. He watched in awe as i clenched around nothing, heat growing impatient of the teasing as i pushed back against it, the veins only making it more pleasant as my tongue lolled out. Dark groans echoed as he finally sunk into your heat, slowly sucking him inside “mmfp f-fuck i didnt think you’d be so tight mm” he whimpered against your warm slick walls, jolting from the fluttering occasionally as he slowly fucked you apart. You moaned relentlessly as He watched his cock disappear and reappear faster and faster as he rutted into you without any signs of stopping. “Fuck you feel so so good baby, mm taking ma dick sso ggood mmm fuck” your e/c eyes were completely rolled to the back of your head as you spasmed multiple times around his thick veiny cock. you couldn’t even remember how many times you had came before his thrusts started becoming sloppy, “f-f-fuuuck y/n, baby, baby, im gonna c-cum-m ahhhmnm” he pounded into you those last few words before emptying out into you and pulling out with a crisp POP

[tabathastan]

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