#gojou fanfiction

[takadokii]

chapter three ‧₊.࿐ bittersweet mortal cravings / words of wisdom

summary After kissing your best friend, things change in ways you didn't expect, and you can't help but wonder whether you've gained clarity or more confusion about your feelings in the end! Confiding in Satoru turns out to be more helpful than expected, and he offers you some words of wisdom! warnings slightly suggestive scene, swearing, a bit of angst, satoru is losing his shit (twice) word count 6.5k songs pluto projector rex orange county, everyone adores you (at least i do) matt maltese, we might even be falling in love victoria monét

"when you say my name, nothing's changed, i'm still a boy inside my thoughts"

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Satoru awakens to the sound of his phone ringing and a familiar weight dropping down on his lap. 

Peeking one eye open, he's met with a heavenly sight; you, wearing one of his older jerseys and tilting your head, leaning forward to nuzzle your nose into his.

"Mornin', baby," he grins groggily, doing his best to stay awake just to admire how stunning you look in the sunrise today.

"Good morning, dummy." 

You can't help but return the lovestruck smile, finally leaning in for a chaste but much-awaited kiss, the phone still ringing, discarded on your empty side of the bed.

Delicate hands find themselves trailing up your waist, and Satoru attempts to pull you even further into him, but you push yourself off, knowing you wouldn't make it out of bed til the afternoon if you gave in to him now.

Your fingers trace along the soft skin of his pecs, warming under your touch.

"Suguru's still calling, y'know?"

Satoru ignores your remark, instead chases after your lips again and with a tentative lick against the plush flesh, you open your mouth gladly for another few minutes of bliss.

"Mm, he'll call again if it's important," he muffles into the skin along the edge of your jaw, slowly trailing down.

You giggle as his teeth graze your collarbone. "He's already called two times, though!"

Giving him one last parting kiss, much to Satoru's dismay, you slip off his lap and return to the kitchen, giving him some space to talk with your friend.

His head falls back against the pillow, close-eyed and with a lopsided grin, he sighs before reaching for his phone.

"Hey, man." 

He sits up on the edge of the bed in one swift motion, stretching his back with a yawn.

"Gods, you sleep long," Suguru complains from the other end, and Satoru just giggles at the traffic he can hear in the background of his scolding. 

"You're just jealous I get to sleep in," Satoru's feet slap lazily against the floor as he drags himself to find you again, having no shame in the fact that he can't even spend half a minute without your warmth.

"Of course I am," Suguru grumbles, "anyway...Coach asked if you're ready for the game tonight or if your knee is still-"

"My knee is just fine! Yaga always worries too much."

Leaning over the kitchen counter, a grin audible in his tone as you offer him a washed blueberry and smile as his teeth graze your fingertips when he bites into it.

Satoru hates to see it falter slightly after hearing his words, turning away a little to continue mixing the rest of the berries into the batter.

"Anyways, I'll see you later. Have fun at the office, Suguru~!"

"I hate you so much. See ya."

Suguru hangs up on him, and Satoru doesn't waste another second, throwing his phone mindlessly on the counter before walking over to you and snaking his hand around your waist, peppering your face with more good morning kisses.

"You worried, baby?" He utters into your skin, and you can hear that he feels terrible about it, which only makes you worry even more.

You hum dismissively in response. The two of you had this conversation a million times already, and by now, you knew better than to even suggest stopping Satoru from doing what he loves. 

"You don't have to worry, baby. I'm the best! And they need their captain, hm? Or else these idiots wouldn't get anything done."

You hate that he thinks like this, that he always accepts all the unrealistic expectations set for him, never once asking for help, consistently making sure to do his job and more. Yet still, you can't help but think that it is one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.

"I know. I can't help that I'm worried," you shrug and turn to face him again. He looks so pretty you almost forget what you were frustrated about for a moment, his hair still dishevelled and his eyes half-lidded, shirtless and focusing on nothing but you, as always. 

The look you give him is soft and pleading, despite knowing better, asking him silently to stay with you tonight.

"Nothing can hurt me when you're around, m'kay?" He presses a kiss onto your lips with such gentle force it tells you, 'I love you endlessly, but I can't do what you're so desperately asking me to.' And it stings a bit.

Nonetheless, you two make out in the kitchen for what feels like an eternity until your lips are so swollen you forget he's leaving for a moment. As his hands rub mindless patterns into your waist, you pull away breathlessly and grin against him.

"Mm, couldn't you be a basketball player? It's hot in a long sleeve this time of year," you complain, pulling at the fabric to cool yourself down.

"You look very hot indeed," Satoru muses, pulling you back into him for another kiss.

"Besides, then you'd always complain about being cold any other season, huh?"  

Slowly, he lets his fingers trail down to your hips, and a sneaking suspicion confirms itself when his hands find nothing but the material of his jersey separating his hands from your skin.

You turn off the stove, shaking your head at his antics before dragging him towards the empty counter by the hem of his sweatpants. 

"But I still have you to keep me warm..."

He lifts you up and sighs dreamily into the next kiss as you pull him closer with your legs.

"... don't I?"

‧₊.࿐

10th August 2006

Suguru hadn't spoken to you since that night.

He was gone by the time you woke up, which was embarrassingly late in the afternoon, and you could only recall vague fragments of the evening, memories hazy and blurred. Though as your fingers came up to brush against your lips almost instinctively, you remembered the way his felt against yours perfectly, as though you could sense him kissing you all over again.

You've texted him loads since then but were met with short, polite, but uninterested answers that clearly indicated he was not ready to talk to you.

The radio silence was driving you wild over the weekend and the only thing on your mind on every mission. So desperate to clear things up with him, you found yourself standing in front of his door, fist clenching and unclenching as you paced around, hoping to find the courage to knock for the past half hour.

You went over the words you were going to say one more time, but your inner monologue was interrupted when the door suddenly swung open. 

Suguru's mother stares up at you with big eyes and a warm smile before grasping both of your hands into hers and pulling you inside.

"Kazuha! What a pleasure, I haven't seen you in ages! You've grown so much, honey," she grins and gives you a hug so tight you fear your ribs cracking any moment now.

"You look sickly. Have you not been eating well? I've just made a big batch of food for Suguru's trip if you're-"

"Trip?" 

You don't mean to interrupt, but the words tumble out of your mouth before you have time to think, "Where is he going?"

She blinks up at you in surprise, and with a sympathetic frown, she reaches to rub circles into your arm.

"Oh, honey, I thought he told you already..."

"I'm going to Nikko. Hiking. To clear my mind," Suguru speaks up from the end of the hallway, and you wonder how long he had been standing there without saying a word.

"Oh." Is all you manage to answer, and the silence that falls upon the genkan is painful. So much so his mother excuses herself shortly after and gives the two of you some privacy. 

He leads you into the living room, and you sit down a little farther away from him than you normally would. A show is running on the TV that Suguru had briefly mentioned to be his father's favourite, yet he seemed to be nowhere in sight, and the volume was turned so far down it was barely audible.

He acts nonchalant about everything, striking up a conversation as he would with you on any other day, asking you how Mizuha has been as if he hadn't ignored and avoided you the whole weekend.

"How long will you be gone for?" You can't help yourself but ask, feeling as though his trip was the least awkward, unaddressed topic in the room.

You felt a bit stupid for making such a big deal out of it now; going over the interactions you've shared over the weekend, you wonder if it was really just you being overly paranoid.   

"Not that long, I think. Just a few days. I'll try to make it back in time for Mizu's birthday." And when he grins at you, it looks just as it always has.

"Good, she really wants you there, you know?" You smile as the tension finally seems to fade. 

"And you?" he questions, so casually you can only manage to stutter out a few syllables before his mother cuts your conversation short, entering with a tray of treats. 

"Is green tea fine, dear?" She beams, and you graciously take the cup from her hands, still somewhat flushed from her son's words.

After taking a seat across from you, she reaches out to Suguru's loose hair, who flinches back at her attempt, squinting his eyes in annoyance. 

She falls back into the soft cushion of her chair with a defeated sigh before turning towards you with her tea cupped in between her hands. 

"I've always told Suguru to grow out his hair, but I think he's just doing it now because he's lazy… Gods know the boy'd never do something I told him to!"

His hair was different today, half up with a few more strands than normally framing his face. You giggled along politely with his mother's words and would glance over at him every now and then.

She leans forward, "Can I?"

Her hand inches towards you in a way you've grown used to, and you meet her in the middle so she can curl a red strand around her finger.

"I haven't seen a colour this beautiful since I met Suguru's father. It's stunning. And healthy, too."

Your breath stocks at her words. You are glad that at least your hair has healed from your past, and as they pierce themselves through your heart, it aches so bittersweet, suddenly aware that it does, in fact, still beat.

"Have you ever tried dying it?" She tilts her head, and you can feel Suguru's concerned gaze piercing into your cheek. 

"Uh…I used to, yeah. But it was no use. The dye never stayed in my hair for long," you smile politely, enjoying the burning sensation against your tongue as you take a sip of tea.

She nods along, deep in thought. 

"Hmm, I can imagine, a colour like this must be hard to drown out…"

She trails off, and you feel your heart stop.

"Yeah. My mother used to say that as well."

At her mention, the room falls into silence again. A few months into meeting his mother, you had told her a bit about your upbringing, mainly because she seemed so concerned that you lived on your own.

She listened to you with tears in her eyes, apologising for getting so emotional. The both of you settled in the comfortable quiet that followed, and as her hand reached to stroke gentle circles along your fingers, she told you she always wanted a daughter with a smile that made your heart ache. That day, for the very first time, her fingers brushed through your hair with a gentleness you were unfamiliar with, the one of a loving mother.

"Have you been eating well, honey? You look a little pale." She presses the back of her palm against your forehead before softly caressing your cheek.

"I've not been sleeping well lately, but I'll manage," you attempt to reassure.

"Ah, yes, I remember Suguru mentioned he checked on you before the weekend, but I didn't know you were feeling this bad! You should have checked on her again," she slaps her son with a handkerchief across the chest.

"To be honest, he looked so flushed the next morning I thought he didn't want to tell me what happened for a whole other reason," she whispered with a smirk, and Suguru choked on his tea.

"Mom?!" He turns away to cough, a perfect cover to hide the growing blush on his face.

"Well, if you need anything, you can just call me! Or Suguru, or better yet, you should just come over. You know you're always welcome!"

"Yeah, okay, mom. I think I actually am ready to go now. My train leaves in half an hour. Kazuha, do you uh…" he gets up, uncharacteristically avoiding your eyes before he asks, "Do you want to walk with me, maybe?"

‧₊.࿐

The walk to the trainstation is familiar and comfortable. You help him with one of the smaller backpacks and chat about the many pictures Shoko has been sending from her holiday in Bali, the upcoming semester and his trip.

You fidget a little, and Suguru thinks he has never seen you so skittish as you tell him to call when something is wrong or if he just feels like talking. The thought you were still so obviously thinking about the kiss was making a bit of pride swell in his chest, but he tried to hold himself back from wishful thinking, knowing how badly it would hurt in the end.

"I forgot some jacket at your place, by the way."

"I'll give it to you the next time we see each other," you smile, and he knows you're trying to say, 'You better not avoid me when you come back'.

His train's arrival is announced throughout the station, and he gives you a pitiful look as he watches you fumble, so unsure whether you can embrace him in a hug or not.

He interrupts your mental dilemma by draping his much larger arms around your form, and you drown in the familiar material of his oversized hoodie. Melting into the feeling and enjoying the brief moment of normality, squeezing him back just as tightly.

People were starting to get off the train behind you, and Suguru spoke, head still leaning onto the crown of your head. 

"Kazuha, I'm sorry for what happened that night…you were so exhausted and tired, and I shouldn't have taken advantage of that."

You pull away in disbelief, unable to process how he could possibly think that this was somehow his fault.

"You didn't do that! I never thought of it like that, I promise. It was me who kissed you…and I'm sorry. I should have never…"

"So you regret it?" He says this so bluntly, with uncharacteristically hurried words slipping practically out of his mouth, that you're caught off guard.

"Well, I don't…I mean. I just don't think the timing was right, at the very least."

He lets the words linger in the air between you, squinting a little and thinking them over before he hears the last announcement to get onto the train before its departure.

Regaining his composure, he gives you one last unreadable look, his hand rubbing over your shoulder with a sigh.

"Well, my times up. I'll see you soon."

The train leaves, and you stand there for another good minute, watching it disappear and the next one already arriving. A weird feeling settles in your stomach as you're left to wonder whether you were dreading or anticipating his return.

‧₊.࿐

Missing Suguru increased as soon as you paced around in your home, halfway in your mission clothes with your phone pressed in between your ear and your shoulder as you scolded Yaga for not informing you that his sister would be away on a trip today, leaving you with no one left to babysit.

"Well, who do you want to watch Mizuha while I'm away, huh?!"

You complain, rummaging through your dresser in search of your other sock.

Yaga sighs, suddenly glad the only responsibility on his hand was a panda cub. "I don't know. What about your freeloader loverboy?"

You roll your eyes, and Yaga can sense it even through the speaker.

"Are you even allowed to talk about a student like that…? And he's not my loverboy! Besides, Suguru isn't even here... Just- just give me a minute. I still have someone I could call…"

You hang up on Yaga's empty threat to drive off without you and open your window to send him an angry look while dialling the only other person that came to mind.

‧₊.࿐

Satoru wakes to the sound of his phone ringing and an empty bed.

His eyes blinked open dreamily until he groaned at the tragic reality of his cold bed and the fact someone had dared to interrupt the perfectly good dream he was having.

Reaching for his phone, he pulls it from the charger harshly, flipping it open to see who was about to get an earful of-

His mind goes blank, rubbing his eyes just to make sure he sees correctly before hastily answering, hoping some of the raspiness in his voice still remains.

"What's got you thinking about me this early in the morning, Kazuuu?" He draws your name out, and he's met with a brief moment of silence before you reply.

"...what do you mean 'this early in the morning'? It's two in the afternoon."

He pauses, pulling the phone from his ear to look at the clock, tauntingly blinking '2:47' back at him before trying to find an excuse.

"I- yeah, no, that's that I-"

"Did you seriously sleep til two in the afternoon?!" Your scolding pierces through the speaker, and he flinches away in pain.

His shameful silence speaks volumes.

"Whatever, let a man have a little nap, will you? What did you call me for anyway?" He sort of successfully manages to change the topic, and you sigh, deciding to let it go, considering you were about to ask him for a favour.

“I need you to babysit Mizuha. Please."

Satoru's mouth curves into a smile at your words, and he replies with as much honesty as he can, "Of course, you can bring her over and-"

"No! I…I won't have time. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come over," you mutter, and he can practically see you playing with the ends of your hair as you say it.

"But I thought you didn't- I mean," he trails off, still a little confused. This was certainly not how he imagined your first invite into your home would sound, his heart pounding at the thought nonetheless.

"I know, but every other person I could ask left, and I'm in a hurry."

Satoru's heart was about to start aching at your dismissiveness when you softly added.

"...besides, I trust you."

His silence freaks you out, unable to see he had simply pushed his face further into his pillow, nose deep in an attempt to cool the blush and actually kicking his feet like a schoolgirl with a crush.

"I've sent you the address. Can you be there in twenty minutes?"

"I'll be there," he promises.

‧₊.࿐

"He's here!" Mizuha grins, standing on a chair to look through the peephole while you are still frantically marching in between your bathroom and bedroom in search of the extra med kid you'd usually kept in your leg holster.

Stopping mid-way, you squint your eyes at your sister, who is still poorly attempting to put the stool back in its original position. 

"You're slow," you tease before opening the door and seeing your reflection in Satoru's sunglasses, standing somewhat tensely in front of you.

 "Uhhh, Yaga is ominously watching your apartment in a black car with tinted windows, by the way…"

You can't help but chuckle and inform him that you were well aware. After one good glance at your attire, he could have guessed you were on your way to a mission.

Mizuha hands you the holster she had found, and you attach it to your thigh as you walk through your home, giving him a small tour and telling him all he needs to know.

"Mizuha isn't much trouble, so I'm sure you two will be fine. Just don't let her stand on chairs when you're not close by, and don't let her eat sweets for dinner."

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

"Yes, that also means you can't eat sweets for dinner."

Satoru hides his pout in order to ease your mind, and his gaze wanders over your form, admiring how good you look in that outfit. His attentive gaze is pulled away by your face, and he can't help but notice the unusually worried look.

"Hey…are you okay?"

Your head snaps up, and it only further confirms his suspicion.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm just stressed because Yaga is so impatient," you mumble, and your eyes never quite meet his, trailing from his left ear down to the collar of his shirt.

"Oh my god. You're totally lying."

Satoru calls out, a smile on his face due to the fact he actually managed to notice. You seem taken aback by the fact as well, so much so you let yourself slump a little before finally looking at him fully.

"Okay, fine. Can I just…tell you something? As a friend?" You bite your lip, and it feels weird to tell him what happened, but it is eating you alive, and you feel a bit of relief at the thought of getting it off your chest.

"Yes, yes, of course, anything."

He nods, and you look past his shoulder towards Mizuha, entranced by the TV in the other room, before taking a deep breath and figuring out how to possibly phrase this.

"Fine, but be normal about this. Suguru and I kind of kissed, and-"

"WHAT?! I mean...! Haha, please tell me more instantly." he tries to casually lean against the kitchen top, and you can see him claw at the wood from the corner of your eye.

"And now, it's really weird between us, I don't know. I went with him to the trainstation today, and we talked about it. I still feel like we left things just kinda as confusing as they were before and-"  

Satoru couldn't hear you over the ringing. His mind screaming, and his heart was pounding as he tried to maintain an interested and focused smile. He was glad he hadn't taken his glasses off yet. Pretty sure one of his eyes had started twitching.

"…Satoru?" His name tumbling out of your mouth pulls him back to the conversation, and he takes a deep breath before choosing his next words.

"I am being soo normal about this." He says, but it's drowned out by the internal screaming anyway.

"I don't think you are…" You squint your eyes at him, and at the somewhat frustrated glare you give him, he suddenly grabs you by the shoulders like a madman.

"So! Normal! So normal you could even call it neutral! What a bland, non-day-ruining piece of information you've just told me! You know what? Let me think about this very casually for the rest of the day, and I'll get back to you with some words of wisdom." The smile he gives you is tense, and it scares you a little. You can see the stoic glint in his eyes, even behind the glasses.

"...Is your eye twitching?"

He ignores your question and starts pushing you towards the door instead.

"Mizuha and I are going to have so much fun, promise! I'll send you update photos!"

He kicks you out with a bright chuckle, and as the door clicks closed, Satoru lets his head collide harshly with it, his laughter fading out into a groan.

"I want to die."

Mizuha glances over the backrest of the couch before turning up the volume of her show and hiding with a frightful gulp.

Her efforts proved useless as it didn't take long for Satoru to collapse dramatically next to her, sighing until she finally showed him the mercy of asking what's wrong.

"I'm so glad you asked!" He squeaks before rambling about the tragic history of his one-sided, recently discovered feelings for you and the love triangle he now seems to be in.

"How come awful things always happen to hot, amazing people like me?" He sighs before perking up again with a fabricated smile. "But it's fine, right?! I'll be fine!"

Mizuha sees his eye twitching again and doesn't bother answering.

Moments later, he was walking circles around the dinner table, and Mizuha was unsure whether she was still supposed to listen to him now that he was just frantically pacing around and mumbling just loud enough she'd hear if she really cared to.

"Maybe it wasn't even that big of a deal. A small peck between friends," he scratched his head before halting and turning to make clockwise circles now.

"Or! Maybe it was a huge deal. Gigantic, like- like a full makeout session."

"I don't think you should be saying things like this in front of a three-year-old."

"As if you're even listening!" Satoru snaps before letting his head fall back as he groans.

"I feel like I'm losing something…"

"...your mind?" He halts in his tracks, his hair is already a little dishevelled, and he manages to look like you had with two full days of sleep depravity in just 3 hours. 

"NO! It feels like I'm losing," he pauses and glances to the side, hesitant, "the woman of my dreams that I am courting very casually. Or something."

"How long have you known my sister for…?" Mizuha asked with brows raised, and he fell back down on the couch next to her.

"I've known your sister way longer than she might like to admit, you know. We go wayyy back," he shrugs with a smirk.

‧₊.࿐

Satoru had just finished playing with Mitaka, who was lying on the floor, eyes pinched together, and head turned away as the other boy put a bandaid on his knee.

"You're a Kamo, and you're afraid of blood?" Satoru had teased, and Mitaka just gave him a playful kick with the leg that was still in his friend's hand.

The two boys decided to take a break despite the fact that Satoru hadn't actually needed it. He could see Mitaka was exhausted and used the free time to wander around their estate curiously. Usually, when his mother and yours met up, you'd meet at the Gojo residence, and he liked the fact that your home wasn't as swarmed with servants and other people telling him what to do.

He halts in his steps when he sees you, hands raised in the air as you slice your finger open, face scrunching up a little at the pain before you press just below the cut and let as much blood drip into your palm as you manage.

He watches curiously as you start bending the blood, first into a small ball and then flattening it as thinly as you can before you gradually start to form four spikes extending from its centre. With one last mutter, you press it together as hard as you can, and the Shuriken solidifies in your palm.

Satoru thinks the self-satisfied smile that grazes your face is the prettiest thing he's ever seen. 

He watches as you throw it gently into the air, how it hovers just above your hand before you throw it with as much force as possible. The whistling sound it makes echoes through the forest.

It is only when you follow its circling trajectory that you notice the boy who'd been watching you, and with wide eyes, you sprint towards him.

Gojo is too caught up in the fact you're approaching him at all; he fails to notice your panicked look or the fact he should probably activate his Infinity, considering the Shuriken that was aiming right for his head.

"Watch out!" You yell, and as a last-minute effort, you release the Shuriken from its form. As it explodes into tiny specks of blood drops, you quickly direct them away from the expensive fabric of his kimono.

You pant a little, frowning when you see the boy still staring at you, starstruck, not even having the decency to thank you, and finally, you realise who it is. Your mother had forbidden you from speaking with Gojo a long time ago, not that she'd even let you anywhere near where he and Mitaka were playing.

"Are you incompetent or something?!"

His eyes widened at the accusation before a fascinated smile found its way onto his face. You were so blissfully different from all the other people he had met, bowing at his feet and praising his every action. You were a breath of fresh and admittedly rude air.

"No one ever called me incompetent before…"

You huff, "Maybe not to your face." And your tone catches Satoru off guard; suddenly, he realises the predicament he was setting up for himself, and still, his heart pounded in excitement.

Your gaze tears itself away from him at the sound of your mother's voice, yelling that the cookie tray is 'looking awfully empty'. With closed eyes, you sigh, and it makes Satoru's chest ache to see your fierceness fade away.

When you walk past him to rush back inside, he grabs you by the arm, and you look back at him in astonishment. So he can move.

"W-wait! I’m Gojo, Gojo Satoru.”

You can't help but snort.

"I know, idiot."

‧₊.࿐

He finishes his story with a dumb smile, and Mizuha squints at him.

"So you like…being insulted?"

He scoffs in disbelief at her conclusion and walks into the kitchen to get started on dinner.

"That's not the point at all, god, you are being such a three-year-old."

"Well, at least you've calmed down now…" Mizuha grins as she trails after him, suspecting that Satoru might need a little help in the kitchen. Passing by your slightly ajar bedroom door, he sees a piece of clothing discarded on the floor and picks it up for you, placing it over the backrest of a chair Mizuha was totally not trying to grab just now.

He walks one step before a realisation hits him, and he halts. Turning around, Satoru gulps and pulls the fabric up in front of his face to inspect it closer. 

Next to the small embroidered basketball team logo, he sees a familiar name lazily scribbled.

Geto Suguru

Mizuha, who had already halfway pulled a different chair into the kitchen, flinched together at his defeated cry.

‧₊.࿐

You return a little earlier to the two of them, still busy in the kitchen because you were admittedly worried about how Satoru would be able to handle Mizu.

But they didn't even notice your arrival, too busy laughing together as your sister showed him how to crack an egg properly.

They both fail terribly, and you announce yourself home by pushing them aside to wipe the eggs they cracked from your countertop and continue their poor attempt at cooking.

"We wanted to make Tteokkbokki!"

"And you decided the first step would be to crack two eggs…?"

They point at each other accusingly, and you pull the bag of rice cakes out of the drawer and let them soak in the warm water as you prepare the soup stock.

Mizuha is curious as to why you suddenly seem so content to cook, nearly making a comment about how you're "almost as good as Suguru" but refraining, considering Satoru had just calmed down from his second meltdown.

While stirring the noodles, you smile up at Satoru, who is still standing by your side, observing every single one of your movements with big, attentive eyes.

"I hope Mizuha wasn't being difficult."

Your sister scoffs behind you, mixing together the sesame seeds and sesame oil while you cut the spring onions.

"I'm not the one you should be worried about being difficult," she mumbles under her breath, and Satoru gives her a pointed glare.

Leaning behind you when you were focused on seasoning the soup stock, he whispers, "You're losing chair privileges for that comment, young lady."

Mizuha simply stuck her tongue out at him.

"You're not my dad!" But her hands grew tired from the stirring anyway, and so she still complied with his wishes, jumping down and returning to finish her show.

"What was that about?" You question as you pour the rice cakes into the stew, watching Mizuha waddle into the living room.

"Nothing! Did you know I actually had a dream about us where-"

"Go set the table."

"Okay, Kazu!"

‧₊.࿐

During dinner, you're surprised by how quickly Satoru and Mizuha seem to get along. Even with Shoko, it took her a while to warm up and come out of her shell, but the two of them were teasing and mocking each other as though they were childhood friends, and it did make sense that Satoru had a similar mindset to a three-year-old.

Satoru had insisted on helping you with the dishes and promised he would actually do something. Truthfully, you are somewhat impressed at how skillfully he manages to rinse off the chopsticks.

You thank him absentmindedly as you reach for a new kitchen towel.

As you turn back around, you bump right into Satoru's chest, his hands trapping you between his body and the counter, and you stare up at him, heartbeat quickening and cheeks flushing a little at the colour in his eyes.

"W-what are you…"

You can see the blue so clearly, no glasses in the way, eyes softened as they stare at you reassuringly and with longing you can't quite place.

" 'm just checking something…" he trails off, and you let your gaze move across his skin, standing so close you realise he does have a few imperfections that add a lot to the otherwise flawless face of his. 

You let out a squeal when Satoru suddenly kicks his leg into the side of your ankle, tripping you to fall into one of his arms as you yelp.

"Satoru!"

He catches you before stepping away with a self-satisfied smile, pointing at you.

"You just called me by my first name and without my permission nonetheless," he teases, but his smile is genuine at the thought that you let him close this distance between you.

You frowned at the realisation, and Satoru felt alarmed, reaching forward to rub your shoulder in a slight panic. 

"Hey- I was just joking. I'm happy! I want you to call me by my first name. You know that."

It takes a bit, but you give him a gentle nod, shoulders dropping again as you lean into his touch before excusing yourself, realising it was way past Mizuha's bedtime.

After tugging her in, you find Satoru sitting by the windowsill in the living room. Glancing outside, he can see the endless sky beyond the rows of dull apartment buildings, and he can't remember the last time he had taken the time to look out for his own home.

It's the only spot in your apartment you actually somewhat like, and the window, despite the fact it was north-facing, was large, and the built-in cabins beneath it often acted as a bench for you to rest on after a long day.

You join him, the two of you basking in the silence before you sigh and speak up.

"Can we maybe…talk about the kiss?" You still don't know how you feel about addressing it, but it still claws at you, and you had hoped Satoru might offer you some comfort, as he had admittedly managed to do quite a lot lately.

"...You did promise me some words of wisdom."

Your playful comment didn't seem to help much with easing the tension.

Satoru's heart aches. He wants to die. Again!

"Oh, I'd love nothing more than that."

You explain to him that despite the fact it felt right in the moment, it truthfully didn't feel like much thinking back on it. You and Suguru always seemed more like a couple in the eyes of others, and while you loved Suguru deeply, it would simply feel weird to add a romantic aspect to the deep relationship you already shared. 

Satoru is torn between wanting what's best for you and wanting you as he listens along, and despite the fact that it feels a little wrong, he is relieved to hear you say this. 

"Well…you can't help how you feel. Sometimes. Maybe this is your heart telling you that you want something else…someone else," He's being selfish, but at least, he justifies; he's being honest.

You sigh into the material of your hoodie.

"Or maybe…you know, maybe there's just something awfully wrong with me. Maybe you lose your ability to love when you're a Stray."

"Well, when you put it like that…"

You groan.

"Just joking! Just joking. Kazu, you are not only capable of love but also deserving of love. I know you won't believe me when I tell you that it wasn't your fault, but I still want you to know that you don't deserve what happened to you. Even if you think there is no punishment enough for what you've done, you can't keep denying yourself to live and love."

You glance up at him, and you believe you've never been so happy to have Satoru inch closer to you.

"...And laugh?" You taunt, and surprisingly, he's the one to roll his eyes.

"Okay, smartass. And I thought I was the one who always ruined the-"

A soft pair of lips, much softer than he had ever dreamed them of being, plant a kiss against his cheek. Your hand holds his other, pulling his face a little towards you, and as you pull away with a slight smack, you can feel that his skin is, for once, not colder than yours underneath your palm.

With just an inch of distance, lips grazing his face as you speak your next words.

"Thank you, Satoru."

Satoru thinks he might actually die.

"You're- you're welcome, Kazu."

The silence that follows is comfortable, and you enjoy that your arms are pressed against each other as you watch the stars

Minutes pass, and at one point, your head feels so heavy it leans against Satoru's.

"So…how did that kiss feel?" He grins a little, avoiding your eyes and pretending he'd find something equally as mesmerising as you in the night sky.

You chuckle. 

"Let me sleep on it, and I'll get back to you with some words of wisdom, huh?"

"Oh? Is that your way of asking to see me again?" He leans over, and his eyes are so close to yours that you can see that tonight they're warm.

You hum, pretending to think about it.

"... We'll see if you become any more bearable."

chapter two | masterlist | chapter four

is this shit? I'm a lil eepyy.... i might proofread it one more time tomorrow morning!

much love, jae! 🩵

[daemontargaryenwhore]

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[blkkizzat]

'SINS OF THE FATHER'

PRIEST!NANAMI X READER

✟ the liturgy: (summary) Even the most pious of men succumb to temptation and Father Kento is no exception... especially when it comes to you. (Priest!Nanami POV) ✟ the confession: (tw) dark themes, sacrilege, adultery, blasphemy, jealously, exhibitionism, blackmail/manipulation, heavy biblical references, cunnalingus, fingering, riding dick, shoe fucking, blow jobs, panty sniffing, olfactophilia, dacryphilia, lightly suggested altarboy!yuji (aged-up) x reader, oil tycoon!gojo x reader, suggested mentions of reader x other jjk men, corruption, masturbation and angst as you are literally tormenting this poor priest (lol). ✟ the sins: (wc) 4.1k ✟ the opening rites:(a/n) i grew up catholic (got confirmed too) and went to catholic school but haven't stepped inside a church in literal years. i was honestly surprised how many bible references came so easily from pure memory while writing this.

Sanctified conviction radiates off Father Kento as he approaches the inordinately adorned wood carved pulpit with authority to address his congregation. 

Despite the uncomfortable Summer heat there is no lack of attendance, a sea of familiar faces packed into the small town chapel. The buzzing song of cicadas and soft oscillation of the large fan circulating humid air through the church are the only sounds heard as the masses eagerly await his homily.

You were among them of course. 

Sitting front and center– a small saccharine smile graced your lips while your doe-like eyes, captivated and attentive, were made even bigger as they raised to the podium to meet his own.

Bible open, Father Kento takes a full breath pause before he finally speaks, his gaze is benevolent yet his voice is firm as it projects over the congregation. 

“Dear Brothers and Sisters– Let us reflect on the gospel of First Corinthians Chapter 10 Verse 13…and The Lord says– ‘There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man—”

Oh but you– you were anything but common– and irregardless of any higher standing his status as a clergy member bestowed upon him he was still a man of flesh and blood.

No matter the effort exerted, Father Kento had been unable to keep his eyes from yours during the service. The magnetism of unknown and certainly unholy forces drew him to you time and again without fail.

No beauty in town rivaled yours, not with an angelic countenance that complemented your delicate features so gracefully in your every action. 

Yours was a form of divine femininity rivaling that of Venus herself. 

If that wasn’t beguiling enough, your honeyed voice and syrupy words had the ability to sway even the most feral of temperaments. Leaving those who heard it at your mercy like a gentle but deadly siren.

“—but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able—”

Is God faithful? 

Ironic how you had Father Kento questioning the very foundations of his own faith while simultaneously indoctrinating God’s dogma to his faithful parishioners.  

If you were a test he had failed. 

Many times.

Even the first man, Adam, had fallen to Eve’s allures and not even the warrior strength of Samson was able to overcome Delilah’s seductions. 

Who was he to prevail where the biblical idols had fallen?

What actual grace could God give man against the sensual temptation that he had carved from man’s own rib? 

Father Kento had felt forsaken of God’s grace ever since you had approached him after mass to quietly request the rites of confession. He should have refused when you kindly solicited him to perform them in the cooler confines of the secluded rectory over the oven-like heat of a chapel confessional box in summer. 

Led astray so effortlessly by your genial charms as you looked to him like a lamb lost and addressed him so meekly as “Father Kento”. He would have just as easily given you access to heaven then if it were in his power.

Yet it was you who had so graciously led him to the gates of Zion— which so conveniently happened to reside in the velvety depths between your thighs. 

Consequently, the only sins that were confessed in the rectory that day were the moist squelches of your peach-ripened pussy gushing around his cock and coalescing with the frenzied sounds of hot flesh slapping together in unison. 

A child of Lilth incarnate to be sure but you looked so pure and celestial, even in ecstasy.

Hair matted to the sides of your face drenched in sweat while your nimble hands clutched onto his clerical collar. Your eyes filled with such loving devotion and you rode him earnestly as if it was your life’s penance. 

Father Kento in turn gives you his absolution by taking you from behind. The swell of your plump rear rippling against his hips and shared fluids splashing onto his hard abdomen feverishly drive him closer to God than he’d ever been.

Yes, he is weak. 

But Father Kento held the conviction that not even The Vicar of Christ, the Pope himself would be able to resist the vice grip of your silken cunt as if its true purpose was never to bear life but to wring out the very essence of the soul of man. 

He’d fallen prey to a day-walking succubus on hallowed holy grounds. 

No– Father Kento was certain if this church had ever truly been blessed as a house of God you would have caught aflame the moment you graced its threshold. 

“—but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye are able to bear it’.”

Father Kento concluded the passage. Nonetheless, neither it nor any other doctrine had provided him the solace of escape and nor biblical strength did he receive to endure against his temptations.

There was no resisting you. 

There was no escaping you. 

For anyone you cast your sights on.

This is exemplified by the obvious effect you have on the young alter boy Yuji. 

Barely old enough to be called a man, the youth's entire body flinches whenever you spare a sweet glance in his direction. 

Has Yuji’s innocence already been stolen? 

Father Kento must quell the inkling of jealousy at the thought lest he stumble over his words and shame himself further.

He was a man in every sense of the word and a man of the cloth, he would not compete for your adulterous affections with his own altar boy.

Even so, Father Kento’s lip does curl in disapproval at the deep flush of guilt on Yuji’s cheeks. Yuji clumsily trips over his own feet, nearly permitting the blessed vessels for the rites of eucharist to fall to the ground.

Harlot! Have you really allowed someone other than himself to bathe in the sins of Jezebel?

Maintaining composure through his sermon, Father Kento reminds himself that an inexperienced youth is no threat. 

However it is more than likely Yuji– who normally is so oblivious in nature– had likewise become aware of the wicked exhibition of sacrilege occurring beneath the prayer cloth in your lap at the very hands of your own husband– Satoru Gojo.

“So you may ask where does that leave us as followers of Christ? Temptations lure us into doing, saying or thinking something that does not reflect who we really are as sons and daughters of God.”

Neither you nor your husband were Christ’s children so none of these ideologies applied to either of you.

Nefarious philistines the both of you– godless and immoral.

Although Father Kento was for certain your husband, Oil Tycoon, Satoru Gojo– was the only one whose deeds could put yours to shame. 

The white haired devil had descended upon the quiet small town like a thief in the night to greedily capture the first few drops of black gold that surged from the earth before it could even fall to the ground. Quickly buying up land and resources, in less than a fortnight Gojo essentially had control over the entire town– its priest included.

But as he became more wealthy, so did the town and its people. Satoru Gojo built up the town around him to match his own gluttony for opulence, taking the town and its people away from simple old time comforts and into the more complex modern age. 

Therefore the man was seen as a saintly savior, rather than the lecherous leech he truly was.

To Father Kento’s credit, if he deserved any at all– he had initially held strong in his faith. 

He was not a man tempted by the power that would come from a promotion to bishop if a larger church was built. Nor was he tempted by monetary gain. The treasures he had always held most valuable were only those to be found in God’s kingdom.

Familiar with the tricks masked by flamboyant arrays of grandior, Father Kento’s folly had been his own headstrong vainglory in being a man above the lures of temptation. Thus he failed in recognizing you as the seductive snake in sheep's clothing the cunning tycoon Gojo had sent to be his undoing.

And you had never once failed to unravel him.

Even now Father Kento struggles to keep himself together as you inconspicuously lean against your husband, your head resting gently on his shoulder while the dainty fan you are holding obscures the lower half of your face. 

What appears as an innocuous attempt to halt the perspiration rolling from your nape into your heaving bosom is merely a front to hide the sinful ‘o’ your cherry lips form.

Your chest softly heaves although your labored breaths aren’t from the humid heat shrouding the church– but the increasing warmth dampening in your loins. All which had been provoked by your husband slipping two fingers through the buttons of your thin sundress and into your pussy, lightly teasing its gooey folds. Gojo’s movements are mostly concealed by the cloth but Father Kento can make out the skillful circular motions stroking your spongy bud and causing the sporadic twitch in your knees. 

You had writhed similarly under him. You were always far too sensitive.

Fat tears would never fail to pour from your bright eyes when he would latch his mouth onto your sex. You would be his last supper if ever given the choice. If heaven had a flavor it would surely be akin to the taste of your pink candied cunt and he knew of no sweeter treat on earth.

Twas no wonder then how Father Kento easily loses all sense of self when flicking his tongue into your gaping slit. Swirling the appendage within your gummy walls he gluttonously slurps down the steady stream of your flowing nectar. 

Your mewls and cries for him are far lovelier than even the song of cherubim. Father Kento has committed them to memory and as such he knows when they reach a certain octave– your pitch so high it's practically soundless– you're nearing your nirvana.

Arriving at your peak you would thread your hands through his blonde locks and thrust your hips forward as if his mouth were salvation itself. Your manicured nails would dig into his scalp to rock his head deeper into your plump pussy. The actions would beckon his tongue to finally give you its mercy by dragging it flat up your folds to suckle and nip at your swollen clit.

You never called on God then. 

Nor your husband. 

Only Father Kento.

Coincidentally, Father Kento’s gaze locks with Gojo’s for a brief moment and Gojo’s pale lips curl into smirk. 

A fleeting look is shared before contact is broke but the message is clear: 

Satoru Gojo own’s everything in this town. 

Gojo owns your cunt. 

Your cunt owns Father Kento.

Therefore by proxy Gojo owns him.

The revelation has Father Kento showing the white of his knuckles from the intensity of his grip on the pulpit podium as you simultaneously release a silent scream brazenly cumming on your husband’s dexterous fingers in the middle of mass. 

“The time now is propitious for us all to make a journey of conversion, led by sincere faith to allow ourselves to be confronted with the Gospel. Let us confirm this commitment by sharing in The Body and The Blood of Christ.”

Proceeding with communion the altar boy Yuji stands next to Father Kento holding the tray where the blessed chalice of wine and platter of thin wafers reside as the congregation dutifully exits their rows to receive the eucharist. 

As it is the more modern way to receive communion the majority of the congregation choses to place their non-dominant palm up over the other to respectfully receive the host. Yet traditionally, the priest placed the blessed wafer directly on the tongue of the one receiving. This practice was typically only seen by the elderly, the most exceedingly pious and of course— you.

When it is your turn to approach you beam brightly as you and all your beauty seem to float before him.

“The Body of Christ.”

Father Kento raises the host before you.

“Amen.” 

You obediently replied. 

Like expected your eyes fluttered to close as your pillowy lips parted in order to accept the host directly in your mouth. 

God help him, this was the most sacred part of mass but the way your deviant tongue lulls out hot and thick with your saliva pooled on the edge and threatening to spill onto your lips has Father Kento shifting at his post.

You look just as compliant and yearning to receive as when you had been on your knees before him taking his cock in your mouth whole.

Father Kento delicately placed the host in your mouth in a similar fashion as to when he would tap the tip of his bulbous leaking cockhead onto your tongue. 

So willing to please you kiss his angry red mushroom tip to appease his cock, swirling your tongue over the tiny hole before puckering it between your lips to greedily suck any drops of pre that dribbled forth as you pumped his base.

You were a tease. 

That much was evident both then and now as you extended the tip of your tongue to caress the tip of his finger. A tiny kitten lick, but nevertheless a tingle ran through his cock in remembrance.  

“The Blood of Christ.”

Father Kento presents the wine symbolizing the blood before you. 

“Amen.”

Again you closed your eyes and allowed Father Kento to press the chalice against your parted lips. 

The very picture of amenability, you actually enjoyed when he went rougher on you as a result of your teasing. Father Kento would gather your hair into a tight grip as he not-so-gently rammed his cock past your tonsils and down your throat. 

It was unnatural and ungodly for a person to lack any semblance of a gag reflex such as you. 

In response you pressed your fingers into his thighs– not as a means of resistance, but to control your own lust as you began shamelessly humping your mound against his leg. You were always desperate to feel any small sensation against your cunt while he ravaged your mouth.

Of course, Father Kento would oblige you and in turn he is rewarded with the heavy moans that would vibrate around his cock as his oxford loafer pushed up into your soaked core. Your white lace lingerie did little to contain your juices and as such Father Kento made use of the fluids leaking from your pussy as polish to shine his shoe.

Having sipped the wine from the chalice you peer up at Father Kento as if seeking his approval. 

He gives you a small nod. 

Similar to the one he bestows upon you after his seed has filled your stomach and you lick your lips as if it was his essence and not The Blood of Christ that lingered on them.

In the beginning, he had prayed long and hard to forget those sinful images of you that would intrude unwelcomed into his mind. 

Yet you always had ways of sucking him back in. 

Such as leaving your soiled panties stuffed between his headboard. Father Kento thought he was going mad when even after changing the sheets thrice was he still plagued with your smell.

He should have burned the offensive garment as soon as it was discovered and yet he treated it with reverence as if it were a holy object of salvation. Truly an euphoric experience, on days he couldn’t have you he’d bury his nose into the fabric murmuring blasphemy as he worshiped the very scent of you while jerking his cock.

When Father Kento finally ceased trying to resist you he then had the fleeting thought he could save you. Bring you to God and away from your villainous husband. 

But you were no Mary Magdalene, there was no returning you to the flock.

You will not leave your husband who provides you wealth and security. Father Kento is not so enamored he holds illusions that extend beyond his reality. There is nothing Father Kento owns and nothing he can offer you but himself. 

The singular consolation of the tragic circumstances is that Father Kento is sure you prefer his touch. The touch of a seemingly pious man who only has desires for you.

Unlike your scoundrel of a husband who Father Kento was sure had not remained faithful to your marriage bed. Not the way most of the female townsfolk threw themselves at Satoru Gojo. If he had no qualms using you to achieve his means he certainly had none for himself. 

You were simply a pawn to be played, as was Father Kento.

“Before we depart I leave you with these words: Let every day be a new day to renew the promises of our Baptism: We renounce Satan and all his works and seductions — for sh– *ahem* HE – is the seducer. Now go forth, Brothers and Sisters and remain true in the light of God.”

The closing rites over, Father Kento has never been more relieved nor eager for the conclusion of a mass. Watching the congregation mingle in the entrance, he gives his farewell blessings to the parishioners.

A few still remained however you were nowhere to be seen. 

This was not odd, the Gojos were a busy couple, likely excusing themselves immediately to attend to more important affairs.

Or so he hoped.

“There you are, Father! Riveting service, as always.”

With a devious grin and a firm drawn-out handshake Gojo greets Father Kento. Turning to face the devil himself, Father Kento greets Satoru in turn with a strained smile and an even firmer grip. 

Yet still he is unable to show you any of the wrath you justly deserve and Father Kento’s smile is more genuine when he faces you.  

You regard Father Kento coyly as your husband’s arm tightens around your waist. Your face is flushed and it’s evident you are still weakened from the orgasm your husband gave you earlier in front of the entire congregation. 

That knowledge though is only held by the three of you, God and perhaps the altar boy Yuji.

Father Kento had never known you to be silent when cumming so the exertion of the effort you expended likely weighed heavy on you as displayed by how you are clinging to Gojo to keep from swaying on your feet. 

“Thank you. I am but a humble messenger of The Lord’s wor–.”

“– Wait. Hold that thought!”

Father Kento’s eyebrow twitches as Gojo's attention is momentarily called elsewhere. 

Every Sunday, a growing number of parishioners would seek Satoru Gojo’s greeting and recognition after service over that of their priest Father Kento. 

True to character Gojo makes an obnoxious show of charisma which leaves the last group of parishioners fawning and singing his praises as they exit.

“Forgive me, Father. Where were we? Ah– Of course! Yes, you are quite excellent in your delivery of God’s word, a true testament to your faith!”

His flattery is so obviously false in its sincerity that Father Kento is not surprised when Gojo’s sordid smirk returns. 

“But you are not only a messenger for The Lord… isn’t that right, Father Kento?” 

Father Kento warily clutches onto the large cross dangling from the rosary around his neck as Gojo continues.

“I’ll need you to spread mine as well. Haven’t you heard? I have plans to run for Mayor.”

Mayor.

The diabolical fiend truly knew no limits in his quest for control over the town. 

“I’ll need you to come over to dinner tonight to consult with the rest of my top supporters.”

Father Kento steeled himself.. 

There was nothing he could do to stop Satoru Gojo from being mayor but his infatuation with you aside, he could not walk straight into the lion's den to collude with heathens. 

It would be the final nail in his coffin, Gojo would indeed own his soul.

“Oh! Y/N is prepping a feast too… aren’t you, angel?” 

Gojo’s grip on your waist trails lower to palm the fat of your ass and you clutch on to him tighter as you nod eagerly in agreement, biting your lip as his large hands knead into your cheeks through your wispy dress. 

Your body is ever responsive to Gojo’s touch just like he trained you to be.

“I must refuse. I have duties here to attend, I couldn’t poss–”

“P-Please F-Father…”

And just like that your delicate voice cuts through his iron defenses like it were warm butter.

“…K-Kento, p-please come!”

Your request fumbles out of your lips as a cry as Gojo’s devilish fingers dip past your ass to prod at your cunt.

“You heard her Father. She wants you to come. Break bread with us, you will be among friends. Friends who know how to share, yeah? I’ll even share a piece of her cream pie for dessert.” 

That had been the final straw. Gojo had gone too far this time.

You seeking him out was one matter but he would not allow Satoru Gojo of all people to dangle you in front of him like a master would dangle a treat to a dog.

“Begone, you foul heretic. I will not tolerate your mockery of me, this church nor God any longer.”

Commanding in his tone, Father Kento extends the cross of the rosary forward to Gojo as if he were casting a malevolent curse back down to hell. 

Father Kento doesn’t have the courage to look at you though, he can’t. Not if he wants to take a triumphant stand against Satoru Gojo.

And so Father Kento closes his eyes and silently prays. 

Immediately bored at such a devout display, Gojo sighs rolling his eyes.

“Alright, alright, Father. I get it. Whatever you say, jeez. It’s not like I need your support to become mayor– just thought it would be nice is all. ”

Father Kento remains silent as he listens to both of your footsteps exit the church but not before Gojo stops at the doors, his cheerful voice taking on a dangerous edge.

“Heh, you know, not everyone in this town is as pious as you Father. Sheriff Fushiguro has never been one to turn down a stack of bills but I’m sure tonight he would enjoy sharing in Y/N’s creampie if you don’t.”

Father Kento’s eyes open to flash red with fury.

Having received a satisfactory enough reaction from the priest, Gojo grins wildly as your own eyes widen in shock at your husband’s words. 

Has Gojo only ever used you to manipulate him alone? 

The thought remains as Father Kento doesn’t miss the pleading gaze directed at him from over your shoulder as you are led out of the church.

Goddammit– He couldn’t let you fall into the brutish clutches of Toji Fushiguro. 

Toji may have been the sheriff but he was well-known for his oafish demeanor and greasy womanizing ways. 

NO! He mustn’t think of you any longer. 

Father Kento needs to clear his mind of you for good with prayer.

Prayer and solitude.

Deep prayer and extensive solitude was what he needed if he ever hoped to rise again to gain God’s favor. He needed to call upon The Lord’s strength one last time to remain at the parish tonight and defy Gojo’s will.

Father Kento couldn’t let the pleasures of flesh continue to manipulate the very fibers of his being in such a way. 

The rosary still in his grasp Father Kento raises his hands close in prayer as a final call for God’s mercy… and then it hits him– wafting off his fingers, overwhelming his senses and igniting every nerve in his being. 

The scent of your cunt. 

The lingering perfume of your sinful drippings spilled on your husband’s hand during mass had been transferred to his own when Gojo shook his hand and held it so firmly.

The bastard. 

The rush hits him hard and he feels dizzy as his ears begin to ring. Vertigo overtakes Father Kento as he holds the offending hand out as if he had been poisoned. 

Leaning back against a wall to gather himself, Father Kento realizes once the manic pounding coursing through his veins begins throbbing in his loins that he’s fated for damnation.

This is the moment he’d always dreaded although ironic with the simple acceptance of it he feels no despair. 

Father Kento’s conviction is finally clear as he is left with a singular truth that rang through his entire soul:

Whatever solace he would know, whatever peace he would have in this life, he would only find with his cock buried in the sweet embrace of your cunt. 

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©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

✟ the closing rites: (a/n) hell is hot and it's surely my destination after writing this. i tried to leave it a little ambiguous to whether y/n is actually in-love with nanami or just a sex-crazed slut eager to use him at the request of her husband. i don't have a pt.2 planned just fyi as this is meant to be a oneshot. although i do need to write more nanami so i will take requests for him! but fair warning i am very slow i apologize.

also shout out to the amazing art i used for the gfx ✟ art by mishwell

✟ REBLOG to be unburdened of your sins by Father Nanami but likes and comments are also appreciated!

upcoming: the nursery (yakuza!toji), please teach me! (ceo!gojo), request: teasing choso (college au), request: sukuna x blkreader, [none in any order as im at the mercy of my adhd lol]

[gojonanami]

TASTES SWEETER ON YOUR LIPS - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: on a rare day off, you decide to take care of the strongest sorcerer -- with something very sweet. ✴︎ contents: pure domestic fluff, based on that clip of gojo freaking out over pancakes in the phantom parade game, taking care of gojo the way he deserves - with sweets and yourself :), implied smut, some food play, mostly implied, ✴︎ wc: 754

It was a rare day off for Satoru Gojo. 

No missions — overseas or otherwise. No training to deal with for his students. No annoying higher ups to deal with. 

Just the two of you in bed. Satoru was sound asleep, curled up beside you, pretty long white eyelashes and pink lips parted. How was it possible to look perfect while sleeping? Everything about your husband was truly unfair. 

But considering everything he did — you ran your fingers through his snowy locks — he deserved it. He worked so hard, always with a smile, barely with a complaint — you had to badger out of him half of the time, except about the higher ups — and always did his best for everyone around him. 

And the opportunity to spoil him became rare, especially with how busy everything had been with Itadori, the special grades, and everything else he had on his plate. So why not today? 

You sneak out of bed, being as quiet as possible as you head to the kitchen. You had found a recipe for soufflé pancakes with a chocolate and butter pecan sauce. Satoru had been complaining that he hadn’t had time to try the new trend recently — finding the perfect cafe for the two of you in Kyoto, but hadn’t had the time to get out there. But you thought why not beat him to the punch? 

Anything to make him happy. 

Satoru’s eyes fluttered open, the sunlight falling across his eyelids as he stirred, reaching for you, only to find an empty bed. He sighed, eyes opening and he could sense you in the kitchen, and you were — cooking?

He sits up. 

What was that scent? It’s so sweet. 

He’s wandering into the kitchen, yawning, as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him as he buries his head in the nape of your neck sleepily. 

“What are you doing?” It’s half a question, half a whine, “why’re you up so early—“ and then he spots the two plates in front of you, and he gasp, “what—“ 

“Surprise,” you giggle at his wide eyed gaze, “your six eyes are gonna pop out if you look any harder, baby,” 

“Where did you—“ 

“I made them. I found a recipe and I had most of the ingredients on hand anyway,” you turn to face him, cupping his cheeks, “I know how hard you’ve been working, Toru, and I just wanted you to know I see it — and I’m here to take care of you sometimes,” you lean up and kiss his cheek. 

And his lips curl into a wide grin, and he’s greedy, as he’s tugging you back, “you missed, sweetheart,” and he’s kissing your lips, and somehow you’re the best and the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, “I love you,” he murmurs, “how’d I get so lucky?” 

“Keep asking yourself that,” and he’s picking you up and spinning you, as you gasp and giggle, holding onto him, “Toru—“ 

“Yes, my lovely wife?” You lean down and kiss his goofy grin off his lips. 

“Let’s have some pancakes, ok?” And he only smiled wider, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Only if I can have you afterwards,” and you laugh. 

“Deal,”

“Satoru, that is your third plate of—“ 

“These pancakes are so good! They’re so fluffy and warm and perfect—I’ve never had such a fluffy pancake!“ and he’s taking another large bite, “and the sauce? What the hell is in that sauce?” 

“Toru—“ and he’s pressing his lips to yours, and you can taste the sweet syrup sauce on his lips, “what—“ 

“I think this sauce tastes sweeter on your lips,” he’s licking his lips clean, pressing a kiss to your neck, his cerulean eyes colored with lust, “do you have more?” And his eyes drift to the bowl of sauce on the counter, his fingers dipping in the sauce, before dragging it along your lips and then your jaw. 

And your breath catches, as he leans over, his lips and tongue dragging along the same path he left, sucking at the sauce and your skin, before he reaches your lips. And his tongue darts out and tastes the sauce, before kissing you, sweet tongue slipping into your mouth, drawing a moan from your lips. 

He draws back, spit clinging to the corner of his mouth, a grin on his lips, as you pant, eyes drifting to the sauce and back to him. 

“…let’s go back to bed.” 

And Satoru Gojo certainly had a very sweet day off with you. 

✴︎ a/n: what is this? i have no idea. i actually really wanna try those fluffy pancakes they sound really good. but also gojo's too cute.

✴︎ taglist: @capitana18girl, @1cadence, @madam-milf, @ceceher, @forest-fruits-jam, @black-nirvanna, @naanamikentoo

[drowningmist]

𓇢𓆸 [4:14 AM] GOJO SATOROU

You glared at your phone, infront of you on the mattress which had been ringing for five minutes straight.

12 missed calls from toru☆ , it shows.

Your phone brightened again with a message

"Baby please pick up the phone"

You grabbed your rectangle and switched it off. You were never like this, never ignored the stressful situations, always confronted them but right now you were in a tight spot yourself.

You have been with gojo satoru the gojo satoru for 8 months now and you were happy, happier with him. But never dated before the sudden relationship made changes in your life which you only came to notice now. Now you had a person to remind you to take rest after studying, now there was a person waiting for you to cuddle him, now you saw places never seen before although leaving in this city for almost 2 years. Now you had conversations with your aged people that didn't end with just a small question related to assignments. Maybe, you liked the nows so much, this new change in your life that you side tracked from your goal, what you came her for. This was your dream university for which you worked so damn hard to get in, it took you two attempts to get into this uni , the first time you got sidetracked , had friends , you get swayed by them. The failure gave you a reality check and only you knew how hopelessly and desperately you tried again, completely alone fighting your depressed tired mind that you will make it this time and you did and you swore you would never repeat your mistakes and only focus on being the best student in your firm and get placement, a job , a peaceful solace life. That was your plan but then came gojo satoru.

He was in bussiness branch, you being in robotics and automation. But you both shared a few clubs and that was enough for the gojo satoru to set an eye on you. That was it, man had your whole schedule revised, your cafe order to you favourite place in the library. Initially, you despised him. He had everything you didn't have, got admission cuz he was rich while you rubbed your ass, unsurprisingly popular and surprisingly one of the best bussiness student for straight two years. You often wondered when did he studied and how much, did he even had time for it after his night outs . Maybe it was jealousy you felt but you don't know, your heart don't know what he his eyes did to you in the two years of knowing, from pulling away and pushing his advantages to grabbing his face to gently peck him from making a disgusting face when he was around to greeting him with open arms and snuggling to his chest.

But yesterday's results of your mid semester pulled you back on earth. Yeah , afterall you didn't belonged there with the gojo satoru who had everything you didn't and gained everything you couldn't. Unlike him you had to be consistent you weren't gifted, hardwork was your key. You weren't here to fall in love, you were here to be the best student. And maybe it was your insecurity but you always thought you were just his temporary infatuation, a fling, you thought it wouldn't last he will get bored of your stiff personality and leave you alone. But you were immune to being left alone what you feared was the failure you didn't wanted to repeat the pattern. So, you broke up with him and in the worst way possible on a text. Maybe it was intentional you wanted him to stop chasing you, stop loving you , stop looking at you as the most priced possession.

There was a knock on the door, you remained still but then the few more thuds had you standing on your doorstep.

"I know you are there open up"

" its early sato- gojo, go home". You gulped down your whimpers and spoke sternly.

You heard a dry laugh from the other side

"Gojo, huh?"

Then there was another thud on your door making you jump, this one was the loudest.

"Stop , you will disturb the neighbors! "

"You open the door and I'll stop knocking" he replied curtly

Sighing you open the door mentally readying your break up speech. But you didn't get the chance, just as you opened the door gojo was pulling you to your couch settling you there and then crouching down to your eye level and flashing you his phone screen.

" Explain".

You eyed his phone it was opened to your today's conversation more specifically your message of breaking it off.

You looked at him but immediately looked away.

Was he able to make this type of face before?

" there's nothing to explain, I want to break up with you"

He scoffed

"Why?"

"You are .. you sighed " I don't want to be in a relationship now"

"Should have thought before kissing me"

You glared at him

" I am not able to manage it all. My studies and our relationship "

Gojo cupped your face and sighed

"Oh baby.., you should have said so ,we can just study togeher its a win win, u see? we could plan study dates then ..hmm yeah thats a good change of pace, we can meet in the library and study or we could plan home dates too-

"Gojo" he stopped

"You don't get it.. i-i don't want to be in a relationship! I want to focus on my studies"

"Nobody is stopping you from studying and your way of studying is not healthy at all. it's always good to relax and don't worry about managing stuff I'm a part of your life now just like you are of mine, all I want is for you to be healthy and happy . who will stop you when you are at your limit-

"You are a distraction gojo! You are the problem if it weren't for you then I wouldn't have to go through all this again I don't want to experience that shitty feeling of being a failure!"

''distraction''

his lower lip wobbled as he tried not to sniff even thought there were no tears in his eyes.he was looking at you with flummoxed expression on his face.

you paused at his crack of voice and kept your head low.

''just leave please''

Nobody said anything and gojo got up and left without uttering another word and you remained still tears cascading your eyes which started to fall as you heard the door shut.

[sweet-evie]

Listen listen! 😭

Husband!Gojo hitting on a shy S/O in public FOR FUN.

He's so fucking embarrassing, but endearing at the same time.

He's opening doors for them and Husband!Gojo just keeps complimenting them on how good they look.

Walking with him in public, and Husband!Gojo just hits them with a flirty whistle or cat calls them when they're off doing something, like picking out stuff to buy or window shopping.

Husband!Gojo has the most outrageous, borderline explicit, innuendos and pick-up lines that he says LOUDLY.

Honks at them when he's in the car, like, "Hey sexy, I'm going to park the car!"

Walking through the mall and randomly he's like, "You're so hot. You're the hottest thing. Look at you! Just look at you, damn."

Calling out to his S/O when they meet up after shopping separately like, "Hey, sexy. You're looking fine!"

Standing in line at a pastry shop or café and he's telling them, "All these cakes, and I only see two that I really want," while staring at his S/O's behind over the rims of his dark sunglasses.

They're at the groceries in the produce section with other shoppers, and Husband!Gojo is like, "If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber."

Hitting on them while they're shopping for clothes at a department store, and he comes up to them with his own cart, pretending to be a stranger going, "You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms."

His flirting gets so out of hand that one time, a random person noticed and actually asked the S/O if they're okay and if 'this white-haired weirdo' is making them uncomfortable. And Husband!Gojo is just there with the cockiest grin spread across his face, trying not to burst out laughing.

Embarrassed thoroughly, but also feeling really giddy from Husband!Gojo's blatant show of affection, S/O tells the stranger, "Thank you... It's okay. My husband is just loud."

Strangers who hear Husband!Gojo's verbal PDA either give side-eye or notice the flashy diamond ring on S/O's fourth finger, and the thick matching platinum band, studded with smaller diamonds on Gojo's finger, and they move on.

Because the dork who keeps hitting on this attractive person is actually married.

[freakywrites]

Jjk men as subs

did ya hear me?!?! SUBSSSSSSSS WOOOOOOOO (I’m going crazy)

Yk the drill here are the warnings!! ;P

Character- nanami/gojo/suguru

Warning- UNEDITED smut! (Duh) dom reader (double duh) miss use of a human being (nanami) you can read it as fem reader but it’s kinda nb

I feel a little silly and goofy

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Kento Nanami - human furniture /toys/gagged/orgasm denial/soft dom reader

“Hello how may I help you?” You said sweetly to the person at the other side of the phone. “Mr.Nanami?- Oh, he is a bit busy at the moment.” You said setting the vibrators too high. A few whimpers escaped Kentos' gagged mouth. Crossing your legs and placing a hand on his blonde hair, rubbing it gently, trying to soothe his nerves. “Mhm! Yes, I’ll tell him no worries.” You said glaring down at the man that was trying to speak muffled words. “Ok have a nice day~” You spoke smoothly before hanging up.

you moved down to Kento’s face, pulling him gently by the hair. “Hmm last thing I remember is that chairs don’t talk, right? Or am I mistaken?” You said with a gentle voice as the man looked at you with dizzy adoration his face flushed to his forehead, drool hanging from his chin, dripping down to his flush neck.

You leaned on the desk head laying on your hand, you played with the remotes in your hand one connected to the vibrator in his ass the other connected to the toy wrapped around his dick both vibrating intensely. Leaning down, you see his dick twitch inside the toy. You could tell he was close his pre was basically dripping out the toy.

Nanami's body shakes face hot. He is close so close he feels if he could get his release right now, he would faint. Feverishly, he twitched and hummed at the vibration. oh, how cruel you are. With a click of your tongue, you lowered the intensity of the vibration.

“Can't have you break so soon.” You coo, leaving light touches over his shoulder blade to the shell of his ear, then cupping his face, his brown knitted together eyes rimmed with glossy tears, basically begging you for the flash of bliss he needs. Feeling his shaky breath on your skin as he nuzzled into your palm, you grin.

"Be quite and I'll let you cum."

Suguru Geto - bondage /pegging/degrading/ hard dom reader

Suguru was tied up by red rope his arms behind his back and his face smushed to the ground, body twitch with every thrust of your hips. "That's it- taking it like the fucking slut you are." You said with gritted teeth griping his waist leaving cresent marks on his pale skin.

his head rose up, pink swollen lips moaning your name as you fuck him out his mind. "Ha-hah plea-please-please-please." Suguru pleaded his voice cracking and shaking feeling his head go fuzzy as he felt the throbbing climax rising hot from his groin to his neck and ears.

Suguru’s eyes rolled back as you stroked his worked-out dick as you crashed your hips deliciously against his ass. "C-Close!" He winced out the climax build up almost painful on his dick his heavy breathing turning into bitchy little whimpers as you pick up the pace slamming into that sweet spot that made him see stars. "Your close again? What a dirty fucking bod you got Suguru." you teased flipping him over on his back to see his fucked-out face. Spreading his legs wide and pulling him closer to you, watching how he bit his lip when your eyes met.

"So, fucking pretty.” You say breathlessly, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss his lips followed with a playful bite. "Make a mess for me ya?” You asked going down to his chest licking and sucking one his nipple earning a high-pitched whimpering hum. His body arches up as you bit gentle at his sensitive bud his eyes wide and mouth agape as he feels that tight coil in his stomach snap as he spurts out a hot load on his stomach. His body shakes and legs twitch as his last drops of cum spill out of his length as you fuck him through his orgasm. “Fuck- you came so much.” You said slowing down your thrusts kissing his jaw and corner of his lip, his face messy and sleepy.

“that’s it for today, ya?” You said, looking at the red panting man below you.

Satoru Gojo - voyeurism/ feet kissing and licking foot job/ leg riding/brat taming

“F-fuck-need to cum.” Satoru bit his shirt between his teeth as he strokes himself blue eyes looking into yours as you sit pretty on the chair in front of him. “Such a foul mouth you got their Satoru.. is this really exciting to you?” You teased. “N-no you won’t let me touch you.” He spat as he fist fucks himself. “Oh really? But this thing shows me you’re having fun.” You joke moving your foot to rub at his hard-on.

A rush of pleasure made Satoru shiver and moan out. “h-hah shit!- S-stop that!” He said, grabbing at your thigh, digging his nails into your plush skin. you hummed, stretching out a hand. You pat his fluffy white hair. “How can I? You’re so pretty when you're a mess.” You replied, looking down at the man as his hips grind on your foot desperately. “You’re being mean…” he grumbled as he glared at you through white lashes.

With a relaxed expression, you moved your leg away from him as you spoke. “Now would a mean person let you do this, or would a mean person get up and leave you to yourself?” Crossing your legs, you stare down at him, his brows knitted together in frustration “your choice, Satoru.” You smile.

Gojo gulped down his pride and pleaded. “O-ok! Stay, please - let me finish - I’ll be good” He begged, pawing at the chair, looking up at you with blush dusted over his cheeks. With an eye roll, you crumbled and sighed. “..Fine” Satoru’s face lit up, “but” you continued. “You can only cum with my leg- that’s it.” you smile warmly at the distraught looking man on his knees. “Are you kidding me? No! I want all of you-plea-” You click your tongue. “Do you think you deserve all of me? Just this would be enough yeah. Take it or leave it.” You spat. "Fine!” Gojo pouted getting into a comfortable position. “Hold it Satoru.” You said pushing him away with your leg. “What? I’m doing what I’m told.” He sassed and you laughed pulling up your leg. “Don’t you wanna saver it?” You joke earning an eyeroll from him, but he still obeyed.

With a shaky sigh, he began to kiss your foot, starting from the heel to the toes, lapping at them as he stroked himself. He kissed up to your knee gasping when he feels the soul of your foot rub against his tip making him let out whimpers his hips moving up to reach your foot pre cum rubbing onto you. Satoru moved to grip at your thigh as he fucks onto you, dick rubbing at your leg smearing it with his wetness “f-finally” he grunts hips thrust wildely, impatiently for release. You soothe him by rubbing his hair and caressing his face tilting it up to see his light blush on his cheeks dipping your thumb into his mouth to press on his tongue.

“So pretty when you’re worked up” you coo watch the man twitch and gasp as he stares at you his face presses to your knee his thrusts speeding up with the praise “ha-ha-ah” he was vocal his jaw clenched as he breaths in soon to loosen to release choppy moans. You roughly pull him by his hair leaning your body rawr ds his giving him a deep and sloppy kiss which he returned with frantic need drool pooling from the corner of his lips pulling away you huff “that’s it pretty boy” you talk him through the erratic thrusts of his. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum” he said threw gritted teeth and you hum rocking your foot up and down his shaft that was wet with saliva and pre cum “like a bitch in heat” you murmur against his lips “come on satoru show me your worth yeah?”

The white haired man’s breath hitched as the burning of climax bursts his body pulsing as a hot wave crashes through him his nails digging and roaming your skin as spirts of white cum smear on your foot dripping to the floor. You could feel the pulsing against your skin, and you hum as you watch his head drop to your lap

“there there wasn’t that good?” You said softly, rubbing as satoru grumbles and presses his face on your thigh.

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A/N: Hello did ya miss me? No? ;-;

ANYWAAAYSSS NEW POST >0< (brain rot)

my first time writing foot play and human furniture play… as well as bondage ….and leg ridding…. And pegging…. And…. I'm going to church tmrw :( (deadass)

Gojo was so hard to write sense how the FUCK do I write foot stuff? Is it counted as feet stuff??? Idk

loved everything I wrote here except Gojo’s so happy homie dead (jk…. A little bit ..srry not srry-)

Was gonna do more dudes but I no no wanna :(

BUT LOVE YALL XOXO 💋

[ravenslvt]

if you were ever down to write Gojo fucking reader but he’s being uncharacteristically gentle/sweet and essentially making love instead of fucking with no love behind it i’d love to see it in your style 👀

☆ fwb!satoru gojo x f!reader ☆

cw: smut! sweet! fluff! implied fwb! unprotected sex!

masterlist

satoru gojo, the all powerful sorcerer who usually fucks you senseless every time you meet up. usually it would be a quick ‘come over’ text, and you’d be on your way, practically throbbing already at the thought of him.

that’s why, when you came over to his apartment today, you were surprised when he didn’t immediately rip your clothes off and drag you into his bedroom.

but the way he kissed you this time was different. as soon as you walked through his front door, his lips quirk into a kind smile, admiring you. your eyes, your lips, your body.

his hand gently cupped your face, looking into your eyes before softly kissing you. you were taken aback to say the least. usually it's rough, hurried make outs. but this time he took his time studying your mouth with his own, free hand resting on your lower back to bring you closer to him.

you feel dazed, finding yourself in his bedroom sitting at the edge of his expensive bed as he carefully slips your shirt off along with your skirt, kissing your neck down to your collarbone.

in a matter of minutes, you were underneath him, his lips attached to yours, your hands pawing at his muscular arms in desperation. he was dressed down in his boxers, while you were completely undressed beneath his bare body.

“gojo-“ you start.

“satoru.” he corrects you, long fingers running through your slick folds, making you softly gasp.

you repeat his name, the word coming off your tongue sounding like a pure symphony. he smiles.

“that’s more like it” his expert fingers find your needy hole, slowly prodding inside to prep you. he didn’t want to hurt you, after all.

he scissors his two fingers inside of you while pumping in and out, promptly stretching you out. you moan at the way he filled you, and it was only two fingers.

your eyes roll at the way he fucks you on his digit's, feeling so heavenly. he kisses your cheek, knowing you were getting close. suddenly pulling out.

“think you’re ready, baby?” he asks, leaning down to gently bite your earlobe. you nod, staring at his insanely blue eyes that bore into your own.

he swiftly removes his briefs, pumping himself slowly while looking at you. how beautiful you looked splayed out for him like this, and only for him.

he places his hands on either side of your head, bringing one down to line himself up with your entrance. your mouth opens into an ‘o’ shape when his thick cock slowly enters you, your own wetness sucking him in instantly.

he practically moans when he’s fully sheathed in, his hand going to smooth out your hair. your eyes water from how big he is. no matter how many times he’s inside of you, you will never get used to it. how good it feels.

quite similarly, satoru will never get over how well you take him, every time. usually he’ll fuck you from behind, against a wall, or even in a car. he’d really fuck you anywhere. but this time he wanted to take his time, savoring ever one of your noises and reactions to him. he wanted to fully learn your body inside and out.

his eyes never leave you as he pulls out until just the tip is in, thrusting back in at a comfortable pace. he studied how you reacted to him. when he gently presses his tip against your sweet spot, you moan, clenching harder around him, spurring him on further.

“so pretty” he praises, taking his kissed out lips to one of your breasts, gently sucking and nibbling until you’re gasping in his hold.

your hands immediately wrap around his neck, grasping onto his snowy hair.

“feels so good s-satoru.” you whine, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him closer. he lets go of your breast with a pop, smiling up at you.

“so needy, baby.” he chuckles, leaning down to sweetly kiss you again. your face flushes from his words, eyes fluttering shut into the kiss. his thrusts never stop, just occasionally slowing and speeding up to feel you clench around him. it was fucking amazing.

he could tell how close you were by the way you were softly panting, hands gripping at his strong shoulders. this man could take you and do whatever he wanted with you, but instead he wants to spend tonight gently fucking you until you come undone beneath him.

he brings a hand to where you two meet, fingers rubbing at your sensitive clit as his other hand held himself up above you with ease. you whine into his mouth when he speeds up, pulling back to breathe.

he admired the way your tits bounced up and down with each of his strong thrusts, kissing you all over. from your lips, to your face and cheeks, down to your neck. like he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you are in this moment. perfectly taking him.

your legs start to shake around him, chest heaving from your approaching orgasm. he watches the way your brows slightly furrow from pleasure, pussy squeezing him so deliciously as you cum around him. eyes never leaving his gorgeous face.

“f-fuck, satoru!” you whine, liquid coating his dick and pelvis. he moans at the sight, speeding up to let you ride out your orgasm. he tries to pull out to finish on your stomach, but you wrap your cute little legs around him, not letting him go.

“please, cum in me” you pant out, coming down from your intense high. he groans, kissing you passionately as he fills you, small whimpers falling from his mouth as he finishes inside of you, which you normally never let him do.

he reluctantly pulls his half hard dick out, watching the way your mixes of release spill out of you and onto his sheets. he didn’t really care though, he’d do it a million times over if he could see the way he makes you feel.

you’re both panting, sheer coats of sweat glistening over your bare bodies. he flops on the bed next to you.

he pouts when you sit up to start collecting your clothes like you usually do.

“where are you going?” he asks, hugging a pillow and looking up at you over it.

“i- did you want me to stay?” you reply, pulling your panties back over your legs.

“of course i do. c’mere.” he holds an arm out for you, making you giggle. he looked like a sad puppy dog when you stood up.

he holds up the comforter for you to get under with him, happily joining him as he wraps his strong arms comfortably around you.

he kisses your forehead, nuzzling his head into your shoulder just so he could fall asleep with your scent.

he wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t want to wash his sheets for awhile after this, always wanting your comforting essence around him.

even though in a week you'd probably go back to fucking like animals, this was a nice change of pace.

a/n: i’m in gojo brainrot i want him so bad it’s not funny anymore. thank you sm for this request!! lot’s of love <33 i’m not used to writing sweet stuff but i tried my hardest!!

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Daddy's home🗣 | Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Warnings: just shameless smut, porn no plot, submissive reader, dom gojo, fingering,creampie, oral(f&mrecieving), deepthroat, facefucking, throatfucking, some degradation kinda, praise, HEAVY BREEDING KINKK

(A/n): this does not have a daddy kink sorry if thats disappointing lol i'm not comfy with that but I'm sure yk why it's named that🖤

"Hnnn~ T-toru, have I ever mentioned how... how long your fingers are?" You questioned, whining loudly despite yourself. He just chuckled in response and placed a hot kiss on your lips, tongue immediately darting for yours in a few wet sloppy mess. You practically mewled into him, pressing your core flush with his palm as his long, thin pretty finger reached places you hadn't known were there and it had you seeing stars.

"Ya feel how wet you are just from my fingers, mmmm sweetheart?" He aaked mockingly, smirking into your eyes with his pure blue eye gazing into you. You felt the urge to sink into him and never leave, his cock buried in you pumping you full of his hot steamy cum, load after load after load, no doubt knocking you up. You didn't mind the thought of that however, a family, with this gorgeous man you desperately wanted to be bred by. "I can tell what you're thinking of you little slut, and I like it, but thats for later, don't worry I'll pump you full of my babies sweetheart."

You whimpered at his words but nodded, whining as he pumped his fingers harder into you, before suddenly taking them out, leaving you empty. You whine at the loss, wanting to feel full.

He, however, surprises you, by placing his mouth on your folds, tongue diving through, licking all-over. He applied suction to your clit, finally wrapping his tongue around the little nub and rubbing, hard. You squealed with pleasure, immediately feeling that knot in your stomach preparing to unravel, though the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming, a pressure began to form as you finally reached climax on the white-haired sorcerer's long skilled tongue, squirting all over his face.

He groaned in satisfaction at having made you squirt, he grins, a cocky look on his face. "You taste so sweet, so wet and slutty, but sweet. I'll need you for my desert from now on, eh?" You whine, nodding in agreement, loving the idea of him devouring you once more. "Now, get on your knees."

You oblige, no question, immediately opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out, knowing he wanted to shove his cock down your tight throat. "Good girl, take it just like you always do." His cock slips past your lips, he immediately forces his hands through your hair and shoves as much of his cock as he can in to your mouth, hitting the back of your throat you gag a bit , but still tilt your head to give him access to your throat. He moans, and quickly shoves his cock roughly down your throat, thrusting hard and fast, seeking his own orgasm.

As he approaches his climax he pulls his cock partially out of your mouth, whimpering a bit. "Please, use your tongue, i want to finish on your cute little tongue honey." You whine immediately putting your tongue to work, getting him to his orgasm in seconds as he facefucks you while you caress his cock with your tongue. You gulp his seed down, making sure to not waste a single bit as it hit your tongue.

"Finally time for the main course, get on all fours, I'm going to shove my cock in that wet cunt of yours." He states boldly, long, thick and hard cock already in his hands. You get into position, spreading your folds to give him clear entry, gaining a good girl for your deed. He presses his tip to your entrance, looking to you just to make sure you're ready, you nod, touched by the act. He then roughly shoves ALL of him into you, balls hitting your ass, you squealed, clenching hard around the incredibly large cock, he had to be around 9 inches.

His thrusts were hard and quick, filling you entirely, your next orgasm already approaching. He groaned as you clenched around him again, ehining and writhing as you came around his cock, still pounding away at you, overstimulating you intensely and your eyes rolled back. "Stay with me now baby, gotta let you watch as I pump you full of my kids. You're gonna look so cute all swolen and plump with my babies~mmm gonna stuff you full of them..." He trailed off as his own orgasm approached, his toes curling as he gave one final thrust deep into your pussy.

You could feel the hot spurts of his seed filling you, you giggled happy he was finally breeding you perfectly. "Again, mm Satoru?" You asked, hoping he understood what you meant. He smiled, beginning you thrust right back into you, fucking his cum deep into you. "I never said we were done anyway, gonna pump you until you're overflowing and I know you'll get knocked up."

You somehow don't mind that at all. 🖤

[risuola]

MUG CAKE CRISIS — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

Every household has to face a crisis once in a while. Yours came at 2:48am and you had to sweeten your husband's way into peace again.

cw: good old fluff — 0,9k words

Every household has to face some kind of crisis once in a while. Some deal with children – the tantrums or cries that keep the parents awake and as they are forced out of their dreams and expected to face whatever it is that makes their little ones so sad, all of the monsters underneath the beds, the nightmares and fears, they simply take it head on. That’s what makes parents the heroes of their children life’s. Other people deal with partners or the opposite, the loneliness. Sometimes the walls hear things no one else shouldn’t. Arguments, screams and sounds of heated intimacy. There are different types of crises and your house is no foreign to that concept.

You woke up to the soft thuds coming from somewhere in the apartment. The whiney sounds following the, what you figured out to be, furniture noises gave you enough reason to get up from the bed. There was a crisis in your house happening right now, at 2:48am and you couldn’t just let it be, so you wrapped yourself in a blanket, too sleepy to put on clothes on your bare body, slipped into your slippers and padded to the kitchen.

The view that met your eyes was endearing in a way. Gojo Satoru, your husband and a man you love to the extent of infinity, was in the kitchen, wearing only boxers that he probably put on in a rush, because they were turned to the left side, with seams and tag on show. He was frantically ramming through every cabinet, every drawer, every little basket and bowl that could possibly hide something. There was a mess around him, boxes laying around gutted and empty, some doors half-open and most of the things on the countertop moved from their original place creating the overwhelming sense of disorder. But that was a problem for tomorrow, now you had to take care of the man-child strongest sorcerer.

“Satoru, baby,” you called him, but he was too focused on his hunt to even look at you.

“Go back to sleep, love,” he mumbled and you yawned onto the plushy fabric of your blanket. You approached him, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling your face to his bare back.

“No sweets?”, you cooed, knowing perfectly how the one and only addiction of your husband can wake him at night. Satoru doesn’t drink, he doesn’t smoke and he only occasionally takes a sip from your coffee, but one thing he’s unable to give up, is sugar. He consumes so much of it, you’re in awe that he still has all of his teeth and in great health as well, and all of his blood tests normal, because you were sure that if you were the one who ate so much caramel, chocolate and whipped cream, you’d probably be dead before your teeth start to rot.

“Can you believe it?” he whined, audibly trying to force his voice to sound soft and calm, but you knew him better than that. He was tensed, soo annoyed, his heart was beating fast as if he was slowly falling into the state of panic, and you exhaled against his skin, hand smoothing over his stomach as you pressed your lips to his spine.

“Told you we need to go get groceries yesterday.”

“You’re not helping, y/n.”

“Oh, my poor husband. Sit down, I’ll make you something, how does it sound?”

He hummed in defeat, desperate to have anything sweet and so he sat down on the chair, as you quickly combined flour, cocoa, sugar and the one almost dying banana that had been laying there for a little too long. Some milk, vanilla extract and baking powder got mixed into the batter as well, and when the concoction was ready, you put it in the microwave.

Mug cakes became your saving grace for hard times like this one, when your husband would wake up in the middle of the night craving something sweet. Some might say, he’s a grown adult, he can manage without eating chocolate in the middle of the night. Well, no. Satoru is a baby trapped inside the 6’3 tall, muscular body, and he’d definitely throw a tantrum if his needs won’t be fulfilled. There was a time he almost teared up when the realization of his stashes being empty hit him.

Over the hot, steaming cake you scooped the last bits of vanilla ice cream that hid in the back of the freezer, away from his sweet tooth because you kept it for the time your period comes and you even managed to squeeze out a little bit of toffee sauce from the lonely bottle in the fridge. Yawning once again, you presented the masterpiece to your beloved man-child, with a spoon and he gathered you to sit on his lap, making sure you are tucked tightly into the blanket.

“I love you, you know that,” he mumbled against your forehead, before pressing his lips there.

“Love you too,” you smiled and lowered your head to rest it on his shoulder, while he began devouring the dessert you made him. You felt his body relaxing as the sugar saturated his bloodstream and you relaxed too, melting against his warm form and knowing that he’s once again happy.

“’m sorry I woke you up at that hour,” he whispered, when after catering his cravings, he carried you back to the bed.

You smiled, cuddling to his chest just few moments later. Oh, how much you love that man. So much, you were okay with getting up at nearly 3 am only to make him a mug cake.

[kuromiiyuuu]

"Forgive me." part ii, jjk men.

-in which you make up after a fight. part i.

toji, satoru, and nanami. (f)

genre, warnings. fluff, just pure fluff this time | none! |

notes i. so many of you requested for part two since the first one was just pure angst, so here it is, also wish me luck on my exams!

Toji. Rain is like a gentle symphony of tiny, rhythmic drumbeats. Each droplet dances and caresses the world, creating a soothing melody as it kisses the ground. The air carries a fresh, earthy scent, and the sound of raindrops provides a tranquil experience, turning the surroundings into a serene, tactile sensation.

You got out of the car where tension started to build up, not caring about the rain and how you were drenched from head to toe when you got inside your home. it was fine, you can manage being a little soaked. you closed the front door behind you with slight force, your face muscles weren't relaxing, you were still upset.

how could you just forget about the things he said? it hurted you. and you didn't even hear a single sorry from him.

you scoffed at the thought, taking your soaked coat before hanging it on the hanger.

your heels clicking against the floor as you make your way to the kitchen. giving little attention to the drop of temperature in the room. grabbing yourself a glass of water and drinking it.

"you should go shower." that deep voide of his that makes you feel like you're drowning everytime, made you gulp the liquid in your mouth hard.

"leave me alone." you bite at him, placing the glass of water on the counter with a little force indicating you were still angry, "jerk." you mumbled.

about to pass your boyfriend to head to your bedroom, you were stopped by his arm gripping on your upper arm. you looked at him with a slight widened eyes, "let go of me."

"no." toji simply refuses, you clicked your tongue followed with a glare towards him.

there was a pause, you were waiting for him to say the words. to say he didn't mean anything he said back there. but it never came, the only thing that came was his lips pressing against yours.

you instantly pushed him away by pressing your hands against his chest, "get off me."

"y/n." his voice, it was soft. not the usual sacrastic and smug tone he always has. for once it was serious and soft, it was almost as if you can feel his voice, it was gentle, "I'm sorry."

whenever fighting with toji, it's a heck of a fight for sure. he was never the guy to admit he's wrong or say sorry first, so right now... it was a first, this was the first time he ever crossed the line by yelling at you in public but also, this was the first where he apologized first.

your lips met in a tender dance, a convergence of shared emotions. Time seemed to pause, allowing the delicate exchange of feelings to unfold. The kiss held a symphony of sensations – a mixture of softness, warmth, and the subtle electricity of connection. In that fleeting moment, the world around them blurred, leaving only the intimate exchange of a promise, a whisper of shared passion that lingered in the air.

toji backed away slightly before looking right into your eyes, there was a pause before you spoke, "for once you lost a fight."

"well... it's better than losing you."

Satoru. he was never the man you can ever think of being faithful to one woman. before you he was a lost playboy, everyone knew that old habits never die and that's exactly the situation of your boyfriend.

you have been beating up yourself by tolerating such a man like himself. now it was the after math of the fight, both of you standing in front of each other with mere inches seperating you both from touching each other. his eyes held great longing in them and mostly guilt to whatever he has caused you.

he knew you didn't deserve it, he was a fucking waste of time and you... you needed something better, "I'm sorry, baby."

who was he kidding? he was gojo satoru, if you deserved someone better then, he'll be better.

"I know I fucked up, but stay with me until I completely fix myself." He says, this was never the things old satoru would say, he only thinks for his self, he didn't care if one judged his being, he didn't care what others simply think, he was his own person but now, he want nothing than to fix your thoughts of him after seeing how hurt you were because of him.

you loved him and it was the rare kind of love. you accepted the boy in all kinds of way, in his different kind of shapes.

"until when, satoru?"

he paused, he sees your eyes building up with tears again and he feels his knees getting weak because of them, "until our last breath."

your eyes widened, a tear leaving the premises of your eyelids without permission just like that.

"stay with me, let's find all the answers to all of our hows."

that single sentence took your breath away and before you knew it, his hand goes up to your cheeks before holding both sides gently. your heart completely surrenders in his sorrow.

As the evening unfolded its quiet embrace, you found solace in a shared intimacy. your foreheads gently leaned against each other, creating a bridge between two worlds. In that simple touch, a fusion of tenderness and understanding emerged, an unspoken language of affection. Time seemed to stand still as you both reveled in the quiet connection, finding comfort in the shared warmth that emanated from the closeness of your foreheads touching, creating a moment suspended in the gentle cadence of their love.

Nanami. the blonde man watches your back facing him as you sat on your side of the bed, he takes off his tie before placing it on his bed side table, his eyes not taking off of your figure.

his heart constantly breaking at this sight of you, you were right there, yet you felt so far away. he sighs, he messed up, he literally messed up badly.

he can see the way your shoulders move, the usual movement of the shoulders whenever someone is sobbing. he can hear the quiet sniffles of your nose you wanted so bad to keep quiet but he still can hear it. he can't forgive himself, not when he made you like this.

"my love?" he calls out softly, his voice sweet and gentle. showing no signs of hurting you.

you don't reply to him, instead, he gets a sob in reply. you couldn't hold it in, you were hurting and keeping quiet was just too hard. not when you're balling your eyes out without making a sound, it was something to be applaud of.

"I'm deeply sorry for our fight earlier, I crossed the line." he explains, his eyes still on your figure no matter what, "I'm willing to fix it with you again, I know we always do."

your figure sits up from the bed, your legs hanging from the side of the bed with your back still facing him and still crying, "you pained me, nanami."

he swore he heard his heart completely shattering, and before you knew it. he was already crouching in front of you.

Under the weight of your words, his eyes, once sharp and guarded, softened. The hardness that had lingered in his gaze melted away, replaced by a vulnerability that mirrored the tenderness in his heart.

it was as if a curtain had been drawn back, revealing the depth of his emotions, and in that moment, his softened eyes spoke volumes, conveying a silent understanding and a willingness to open up to the connection you both shared.

"I'm sorry, it hurts me to know that you're hurting because of me." he says in a gentler way, afraid he might hurt you again.

"You're a big meany." you say, wiping your tears away along with a hit on his buff chest, trying to make yourself feel better.

he laughs softly, grabbing your small hands in his large ones before placing it right on his cheeks enjoying the warmth coming from your own skin, the way your skin felt so soft against his, it felt so right.

"I deserve the most painful punishment in this world." he says, your puffy eyes finally looks back at his, "because I pained you. remember my love, it is you I can not sacrifice."

words in the fight he didn't mean, but right now, as both of you connect to the passion you both had. he meant those words more than anything in the world, and that is what you should be taking in.

as your arms entwined, it felt like a seamless fusion of warmth and connection. The embrace was a silent language, conveying emotions that words struggled to capture. In that moment, the world outside faded, leaving only the comforting embrace of shared vulnerability.

The gentle squeeze held promises of understanding, solace, and an unspoken promise to weather life's storms together. It was a sanctuary in a single gesture, where two souls found solace in the simple act of holding each other close.

[takadokii]

chapter one ‧₊.࿐ a dissonance in distance / 10th day of summer

summary gojo satoru has a natural talent in invading your space and while he truly doesn't (always) mean to he knows he can't keep himself away. used to getting what he wants he's determined to get you to see that he's a great man, especially for you. suguru dreads the day you'll realise. warnings describtion of violence, swearing word count 7.6k songs first love/late spring mitski, cooler than me (cover) ethan fields, confidence ocean alley

"and I don't wanna go home yet let me walk to the top of the big night sky"

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31st July 2006

On the tenth day of summer, you kneel by the water with your cheek pressed against your shoulder, and the smell of unripe yuzu and morning dew greets you.

As expected, the three lotus buds you had watched grow over the last semester opened up overnight, and you can't help but smile as pink and white petals stretch from their golden centre out towards the surface, offering themselves to the gentle warmth of the sun. Between gaps of lilypads, you discover another bud, still growing to reach the air, and you can't help but wonder how you hadn't spotted it earlier.

You hope you'll remember to check in on them again after the break, hoping to find all four blooming brightly when you return.

A fresh breeze that echos a familiar laughter through the forest sends ripples through the water and a shiver down your spine. You believe to catch a glimpse of your face, much younger, smiling at the sound of a voice that has become foreign to you. 

You're too enticed by the pond to let the aching it causes distract you. Instead, you watch the little waves move towards you, lotus swaying as they pass them, and it feels like the water is reaching out for you.

You imagine yourself stretching your hand out, shivering as the burning sensation of the cold water calls forth a memory long forgotten. 

Unable to move, flesh and skin so impuissant against nature's most unruly gift, it reminds you of a mindless pathetic craving for vengeance fueled by rage you had buried under the shining honour and glory earned by a sorceress of your rank.

Even after the pond had faded into stillness again, you were stuck in that moment, finding it hard to resist the pulling feeling in your chest as it longed to reach for that reflection of yours. 

Aching to hear it call this name, you had forgotten just one more time.

"Kazuha."

‧₊.࿐

From where he stood, just a few steps behind you, Suguru couldn't help but wonder what about the water had you bewitched to such an extent that you wouldn't have noticed his presence by now. 

He steps closer in hopes of catching a glimpse of your face, and along with a familiar tiredness, he discovers a look in your eyes he had never quite witnessed before. Red and glassy, biting down on your lip so hard you're almost drawing blood in a poor attempt to conceal a pout.

You stare at the water ― longing, fearing, loathing.

Suguru's gaze shifts to your arms and the hands that are gripping the soft flesh in an attempt to hold back all those emotions.

When he sees a small familiar patch of red start to form on the tip of your ring finger, he speaks your name before he can think.

His voice is shaky and gentle, with honest concern laced into every word as his eyes finally meet yours. You blink away a tear threatening to fall and let go of your arms. 

"Suguru," you reply, your voice just the same as his, and you stumble a little to meet him halfway.

He wonders if he knows you just a little better than he lets himself believe.

"What are you doing out here so early?"

You question, and your head tilts even further as you watch him take off his charcoal-coloured hoodie. In one swift motion, the soft fabric weighs down on your shoulders. 

"I should be asking you this," he smiles, bending down scarcely to zip it up for you, eyes trailing along with the metal teeth as they intertwine. When he finally stands at full height again, he dares to let his fingers linger on the pull-tab. 

He muses that the sun must be rising quite fast, as he realises just how warm his face has gotten.

You take a step back, and the tab slips from his grasp. "I just wanted to watch the lotus open up. They usually do during the early mornings this time of year," you explain and turn to glance at them again.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a smile, and he stares at you, memorising every curve of your face as you continue admiring the water. Suguru doesn't show the disappointment on his face when you tell him you're ready to get back to the dorms and the chaos-filled life that awaited both of you, so drastically different to this idyllic scenery.

"Thank you," you say out of the blue when you've walked down the steps through the last Torii, and Suguru doesn't find it in himself to ask for what when the next look you give him makes his heart ache and so clearly tells him ― everything.

‧₊.࿐

You continue to glare at the back of Shoko's head through the gap between the head- and backrest of the passenger seat, already plotting to send a pack of Shoko's cigarettes on a waterslide down the toilet when you get home. Her legs were stretched out, smugly displaying the space she had, gaze occasionally finding yours in the rearview mirror with an evil glint. 

You grumble under your breath, wedged between Satoru and Suguru, your knees pressed together, and your arms resting awkwardly in your lap.

The mission you were heading to was initially only assigned to Shoko, Suguru and you. However, as soon as Satoru caught wind of this, he (of course) began pouting and whining about being left out like the little child he is, even threatening to hide in the trunk at some point. Ultimately, his offer to pay for dinner afterwards made everyone somewhat reluctant to agree to let him tag along.

It was quickly discovered why there were never any missions assigned to the whole group when you all, including your assistant supervisor, Rio, shared the confined space of the Toyota Echo that could barely fit four people on a good day.

Suguru had compassion for the unfortunate situation you were dealing with and chivalrously tried to take up as little space as he could, leaning his legs towards the door and attempting to make room by placing the arm pressed against yours into his lap. 

But his kind efforts were proven pointless by Satoru, who sat on your other side and was neither compassionate nor chivalrous.

His legs were spread almost provocatively far apart, slumped into his seat out of boredom with his elbow jabbing you in the side whenever he'd readjusting in his chair. His face squashed into the window as he watched the passing buildings while whining every three to five minutes, something the rest of you had collectively known to ignore.

"Come on, guys! I've been sighing for at least 20 minutes now. Is no one even gonna ask me what's wrong?"

He was met with nothing but silence. 

"Wooow," he pouts, "none of you have any empathy!"

You jab your elbow into his side, finally fed up with his antics.

"We don't have any empathy? How about you show me some empathy and stop spreading your bizarrely long legs so far apart?!"

"Did you just body- and slut-shame me in one sentence?!" 

"Shut up, you know exactly what I meant! I have so little space I'm practically sitting in your lap!"

"Well, I wouldn't mi- OW!"

You shove his face against the window before he can even finish uttering that sentence.

‧₊.࿐

"Can't keep your hands off me, can ya?" Satoru teased with his chest pressing against yours. Once again, the smell of his overpriced perfume was making it hard for you to breathe, and due to your Cursed Technique, you heard every drop of blood rushing through his body, his steady heartbeat ringing through your ears, its pace the same as yours, just out of sync by a fracture of a second.

"Do you think I'm enjoying this?" you hiss under your breath, ear against the door of the maintenance closet you had pulled him into just seconds ago, listening for the Special Grade Curse that was most definitely roaming the hallway.

Upon arriving, the four of you agreed it would be best to split up and search the most notably active areas first. Still, because Gojo Satoru always seemed to naturally gravitate towards you for some inexplicable reason, it didn't take long until you bumped into him again.

The room was tiny, filled with old shelves, damp boxes and reeking cleaning supplies. Satoru looks around in boredom, clearly not as concerned about this mission as you were, and as he squints, he makes out two initials written in a small heart just behind one of the cupboard doors, halfway falling out its hinges.

"You know…" he hushes, "I'm pretty sure some students have made out in this very closet."

You hope his Six Eyes help him see the empty look you give him, which he does but chooses to ignore.

"It's getting me kinda hot and bothered just thinking about why you really pulled me into this closet now…"

You groan when he puts one of his hands on the wall behind you, leaning down to meet your eyes, glasses purposefully falling down the bridge of his nose.

You push them back up with a click of your tongue.

"You know I only pulled you in here to protect you from getting your ass kicked by a Special Grade."

The Curse you were dealing with was possibly one of the strongest you'd run into all semester, and it was no wonder you were already the second group assigned to exorcise it after some third-years of your sister school had barely made it out alive weeks prior. The building looked so haunted you were sure even normal people could tell this place was cursed.

A message from Suguru lights up from your phone and saves you from the witty retort Satoru was about to throw at you. 

As the screen illuminates your faces, you catch his jaw dropping and he smacks his forehead against yours in an attempt to read the text upside down.

"Wha- Suguru texted you? He blocked me!" Satoru scoffs, and you ignore his whining.

He tries taking the phone from you, and despite the fact you elbow him in the stomach, he can still see a significant number of messages.

"You text Suguru daily?! But you can't even text your best friend back, huh?" 

"Are you genuinely delusional enough to believe I think of you as my best friend?"

"So what? Suguru is your best friend? Why? Just 'cause he doesn't in the back of the knee when you walk or doesn't drink your sodas without asking?"

"You are posing for some very notable reasons…"

He sneers.

His mouth opens for a comment you don't even want to hear, and another message lights up the screen that you rip away to read in privacy. 

"Suguru said he managed to damage the Curse pretty badly, but it ran in our direction before he could-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he mutters, dragging his last word and pushing past you, hoping to escape the feeling that suddenly lies heavy on his chest.

With one swift kick, the door swings open, and the sudden light from the hallway makes you flinch.

"So what if it's a Special Grade?! I'm Gojo Satoru!" He turns around to face you again, arms stretched out with that cocky grin you've grown to detest.

You storm after him, considering there was no point in keeping quiet when he was parading around anyway. You grab him by the collar of his uniform and pull him down to meet your eyes.

"You might be, but that doesn't make you invincible, you egomaniac!"

"Puh-lease! I can totally handle-"

"GOJO!"

With your firm grip on his jacket, you pull him out of the way and shove him back into the closet. In your peripheral, you catch the look on his face, wide-eyed with the air knocked out of him, his shirt still wrinkled from where you'd clutched it so tightly. You would have dared to think he looks almost a little human if it weren't for the Curse charging at you.

Its speed was just as frightening as Suguru had warned. Two beady black orbs meet yours with hunger and intrigue all the same, and it dashes right past Satoru to reach its arm out towards you.

You don't remember summoning your swords, but suddenly, they are the only thing separating you from getting your chest ripped open. Despite successfully blocking the attack, its force still sends you flying, your back aching as it collides with the cracking cement of the wall.

Your vision is blurry, and there's a ringing in your head until a pain grounds you again as its claws ultimately do find their way into your skin.

The clinking sound of your katanas on the floor somewhere in the distance is haunting, and you don't have the strength to call them back to you.

The pathetic whimper that escapes your lips mixes well with the metallic taste of your blood, and in its eyes, you see delight at watching you whimper and struggle for your life.

Strings of spit and hot air cover you as it unhinges its jaw with a low growl ― the bloodied abyss that greets you is just what you'd imagine death would look like.

Despite your whole body aching to give in to the exhaustion, you muster up the last bit of your strength to think of Mizuha's smile and the cheap candy in the vending machine you and Shoko pass by every second Saturday after Karaoke night. You recall this morning, the blooming lotus. It hurts to realise that it can't end like this as you lift your hand and mutter with that last bit of oxygen left in your lungs.

"Karma's Technique…"

Your fingers, burning as patchy shades of red suddenly spread on your skin, reach out to touch the Curse.

"Overturn."

Sensing your last attempt at fighting back, it simply digs its claws further into you with a grin. The squelching noise your body makes as it squeezes the blood out of your flesh makes you hiss, and your hand retracts at the sensation.

You're about to let your eyes flutter shut when suddenly, a hand punches a hole of light through the back of its mouth, and you fall to the floor with a soft thump.

The Curse's piercing cry rings through your ears. It glares at you, your fearful expression now reflected in its gaze as you watch it writhe one last time before evaporating into tiny specs of purple.

You sit on the floor, soaked in your own blood, as Satoru stands before you, panting a little with a hue of light surrounding him as he rushes to pull you up. You wonder if it's still the light from the hallway or simply the glow he radiates because he's Gojo Satoru.

"Karma's technique: Omamori."

The pain leaves your body in one slow motion, fingers gripping at the amulet that materialised in your palm, and as you regain your vision, you watch it disappear after most of your wounds are entirely reversed.

"Was that just Black Flash?" You wheeze out, throat still dry, finally turning to meet his eyes. The disbelief was evident in your trembling tone, and even Satoru looked a little shocked at what he had just managed to do.

For Satoru, Black Flash was easy, but it usually left a lot of collateral damage due to his immeasurable amount of Cursed Energy. In any typical case, the blow he delivered should have crushed your skull at the very least, but you felt nothing but a gust of wind.

Despite trying to look unaffected, he was still huffing a little, and you could hear the irregular beating of his heart, for once matching your own. You make sure that no trace of your Technique is left on your skin before you push yourself to stand in front of him again.

His hands continue to cling onto your shoulders, still unsure whether you can hold your balance on your own as he scans your body for any remaining injuries. When he realised you had no open wounds left, he let out a quivering breath, shoulders slumping in relief as he pulled you back into him, burying his head into your hair.

You don't protest and let yourself fall into his body once more.

"Are you…" he's never sounded so quiet before, "are you okay?"

You pull back a little, and his hands move from your back to rest so gently against your hips that you barely feel it. For the first time today, you make an effort to meet his eyes, and your heart clenches at the sight of them, filled with honest concern and a softness that caught you off guard. His glasses were pushed down his nose, and your hands felt far too comfortable resting in the space between his shoulder and chest to give in to the urge to push them back up.

"I…yeah. I'm fine," It's barely above a whisper, your voice hoarse for no reason at all.

"Good," he smiles, and it's charming, you think, until he suddenly starts to giggle before breaking out into full-blown laughter. "Because what was that?!" 

He leans forward to put his head on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath. You glare down at his hunched-over form in disbelief.

"Gojo!~" He yelps with an obnoxiously high-pitched tone, a feign terrified expression gracing his incredibly punchable face as he mocks you.

You grumble, harshly removing his hands from your body before turning to walk away from his childishness, though, as always, Satoru follows after you, not planning on letting you live this down any time soon. 

"Did you just try to- to save me?"

"Will you shut up?!"

“No, no, no, come on! Don't be like that! I appreciate it, Kazu! I'm flustered, I- I'm blushing! Really!" He continues to chuckle, barely attempting to sound honest as he tries to catch up with you.

"Don't call me that!"

"Does that make me your damsel," he ignores your remark, "your little damsel in distress?"

You stop dead in your tracks, fed up, and resummon your blade to aim it right beneath his chin.

"You know what, Gojo?! One day, you'll get your cocky ass kicked, and then no one will be there to save you because you're such a little–"

You stop. The words die in your mouth as you glare. Satoru stands still at your threat, hands in his pockets and his head tilted again. His stupid smile never faltered, and you could tell he didn't even bother putting his Infinity up. You knew he was neither threatened by your words nor your katana, glasses still so far down you catch the azure behind fluttering eyelashes, and the colour looks cold.

"I'm such a little what, huh?" He pries, and you're starting to believe he simply enjoys irritating you for the sake of it. 

"An idiot. That's what you are." There's no anger left in your voice.

"Kazu!" He feigned gasped. "My feelings."

You roll your eyes, and a tired sigh escapes you.

Satoru's demeanour falters when he sees it. Although he loved teasing you, inside his chest was a hot, stinging feeling, the unspoken appreciation for your gesture and the sacrifice you would have made for him. The words simply clouded his mind with no way to exit, resting at the back of his throat, never once reaching his mouth, but still tried for you.

"You really did almost die back there," is all he can say, and he hopes you don't notice the stutter in his following words.

"For me."

It sounds more like a question, and it's the closest he can get to expressing that he would never expect you or want you to do this, that Satoru thinks he is unworthy of a sacrifice, especially of someone whom he holds so dear to himself and whose well-being matters so much more than his own.

For a moment, you dare believe you see a bit of warmth in those eyes of his, but you can't tell when he avoids your gaze this intensely.

You gulp at the glint in them, the one from earlier when his voice sounded sweet. Only this time, you don't linger in that moment, knowing you were getting lost in something not meant to be found, asking for something he wasn't ready to offer. 

You lower your arm, and the blade almost slips from your fingers as they loosen around it. It evaporates, and you can feel the cold strokes, like a paintbrush, as the mark finds its way back onto your skin.

"Whatever, Gojo," you turn around and walk away.

‧₊.࿐

"And then she just said, 'Whatever, Gojo!' and stomped off!" Satoru finishes retelling the events from earlier to your classmates and the first years he invited to your celebratory "last day of the semester" dinner, his treat, as promised. Shoko got to pick the restaurant this time, an expensive one in the quieter areas of Shinjuku, choosing a more secluded room for you to share. 

You refrain from rolling your eyes, deciding not to waste any more energy on Satoru and knowing you'd need all of it to keep them open in the first place as the events of the day still lay heavy on your back.

"Well, she is right about the fact that you're a cocky bastard," Shoko agrees with a lazy smile, her head slumped against your shoulder. Today, she had allowed herself a few beers and was already a little drowsy, constantly arguing she had to order another to endure these idiots all at once.

When Satoru just laughs her comment off and continues to tell the rest of the table how heroically he saved you today, you can't help but understand Shoko taking another swig of beer.

As you brushed your hand through her hair, your eyes drifted towards Yu, who sat beside your white-haired classmate, hanging on to every word of his with an admiration far too generous in Satoru's case.

"You're insufferable, Gojo," you click your tongue as you hear him imitate your voice again, and his head snaps towards you in confusion.

"And incredibly disrespectful," Kento mutters, glaring at the boy in question, "When a colleague sacrifices themselves for you, you shouldn't make a mockery of their good deed."

"Wha-hey! You have no room to talk about respect. Where is my respect?! I'm your upperclassman, you know!" Satoru flicks a baby carrot at Kento, who jerks and throws it back with much more vigour.

It stops about a centimetre before colliding with Satoru's smug grin and falls to the table with a thud.

"Respect is earned, not given," the younger one hisses before turning his head away again and continuing to eat his food.

This was not an unusual sight, and you felt for him, reaching across the table to place your hand on his arm.

"Don't let him get to you, Kento."

He tenses under your touch, and his face is flushed, embarrassed that he let his emotions run so wildly in front of the upperclassmen he actually respected.

"Baby him some more, will you," Satoru mutters into his glass, words muffled as he chows down on his Dorayaki.

You flick his forehead, and he whines at the impact. "I'm not babying him. I just understand how draining it is having to deal with you!"

Your eyes fall to his plate for the first time that night, and the colour drains from your face.

"And what are you eating again?! Have you just been eating sweets this whole time?!" You lean over the table to take the five Dorayakis stacked on his plate, but he moves it out of your reach. 

Shoko's head snaps up at the loss of support, and she, along with the other two, is once again left to watch the two of you make a scene, bickering and arguing about ultimately nothing.

Satoru stuffs the one he had been eating into his mouth out of fear, "Oaht aae yu on aaout?!" 

He swallows the half-chewed food down before you can lecture him about talking with his mouth full and continues.

"I'm the one paying, aren't I?! Let me eat what I want!"

"Have you eaten any real food today?!" You squint at him.

"I ate a slice of pizza for breakfast," he hesitates to admit.

"You're sick in the head. Give me that plate."

"NO!"

Yu tries to lighten the awkward mood the two of you are causing.

"Those two are always fighting, aren't they? Haha..." 

"Looks more like flirting to me," Suguru chuckles, making his presence known after returning from the bathroom, arms crossed, as he watches the scene as dejected as the others.

"Flirting?! If that's what flirting looks like, it's no wonder I have no success with women," Yu whines, shielding himself when Satoru's head bumps into him while trying to avoid your hand, now reaching to pull his ear instead.

"Sureee, that's the only reason," Shoko smirked from where she sat on the other side of Yu before taking a large swig and finishing the rest of her beer in one go. Suguru and Kento hold back a smile as Yu gasps at her comment.

"...you're really mean when you're drunk, Shoko."

When you handed out the last of the sweets equally to everyone at the table, Suguru watched how his friend smiled despite trying to hide it with his annoyed demeanour as you walked away to get him "real" food. Suguru still sees the corner of his mouth tug up into a smile as you place the most nutritious foods on the plate and arrange them with kindness that both of them weren't sure he deserved.

‧₊.࿐

Tokyo gets much more lively by the time summer rolls around, and every year since you've moved into the city, you've been overwhelmed by the sea of people that pass you by daily, a stark contrast from the isolated house in the woods you grew up in. A girl in the crowd catches your attention, her hair up in a high ponytail, a few loose strands falling to frame her face as she frantically looks around at the dazzling lights of all the display windows. The woman who walks alongside her is still in her work clothes, dark circles under her eyes, one step slower than the other as she attempts to keep up with the overexcited child tugging on her hand.

With a tired sigh, she kneels down and strokes the curls behind the child's ear. She looks up at her, big innocent eyes, adoration in them as though she had put every star in the sky for her and despite how exhausted the other seemed to be, you can spot a similar spark reflected in her expression.

You smile as they pass you by.

"Miyazaki."

You turn at the call of your name, startled, until you notice who it is.

"Kento," you beam, contemplating whether you should scold him for still calling you by your last name.

"I wanted to ask you…," It takes him a while to find the courage to continue, and he ultimately averts your gaze before he voices his request.

"Well, Yaga had informed Yu and me that we should pick a second year to shadow on more complex missions after the summer break. I've put a lot of thought into my decision; everything I've been able to learn about you and your classmates was taken into consideration, and I was wondering, since you are the best with weaponry, that…" he trails off a little his rambling coming to a stop. You dare to take a gentle and encouraging step towards him.

"You want to shadow me on missions?" You barely manage to hold back your overexcited grin, tilting your upper body to meet those hazel eyes of his that were still glued to the floor.

Kento seems alarmed by this, ashamed he was too afraid to look at you directly and, in turn, forced you into such an uncomfortable and inconvenient position. He was well aware that looking someone in the eyes is a sign of respect and adoration, one he felt you were more than deserving of. Suddenly, he bows down, almost bumping his head into yours if it weren't for you jumping back a little.

"I would like to formally request an apprenticeship in the upcoming semester!" He blurts out in one go, and it is quiet for a split second, in which you stand stunned in front of his hunched-over form.

After regaining your senses, you can't help but reach out and ruffle the back of his hair as a sense of pride and joy tugs at your heart.

"Sure, you can come on missions with me, but under one condition," you've got a playful glint in your eyes, "You only call me by my first name."

You can see the scowl almost forming on his face at the mere thought, but it vanishes and soon morphs into honest gratitude. He contemplates and then nods at your request with another slight bow.

"Thank you, I promise I won't disappoint you, K-Kazuha." 

You can both silently agree that your name sounds weird as it slips from his tongue, and still, he looks calm in a way you have never seen before.

The moment is ruined when suddenly―

"Nanaminnn~," Satoru drags out the younger boy's name, who grumbles as his attempts to push him off fail, "I'll miss you!"

"The feeling is not reciprocated," he murmurs under his breath, and after the older one pouts and suddenly jumps to crush you in a hug instead, Kento lets out a sigh of relief.

"Kazuuu!"

You bite back the comment about your name and let his head bury itself into your hair without answering. Instead, you give Nanami a reassuring smile, letting him know he should flee while he still can and that you'll handle the man-child alone. 

"I'm sorry about earlier," Satoru speaks, muffling the words into the sweater you wore. You push to help him stand properly because you think he's about to drool.

" 'm sorry I was soooo annoying!"

You can't tell which one of the endless instances he's talking about, so you simply assume he's apologising for all of them.

And when he continues to mutter gibberish into your neck, you smell something other on him than his overly sweet perfume. 

"Did Shoko get you to drink again?"

"What?! No...only a little because she said I'm a lightweight and I wouldn't drink, but I did," he smiles smugly, moving a little to stand without your assistance but still swaying while doing so.

"Anyway, I came out here because I wanted to walk you home," he sends you a boyish grin, hands in his pockets as he wobbles in his tipsy daze.

You raise your brow at his words.

"You should be more worried about you getting home."

"Wha- Please, I'll be fine!" He tries to play off, grabbing you by the arm and hooking his into yours before heading in the wrong direction with determination.

You remove yourself from his grip and take a few steps back, sighing as you decline his offer once more. You were tired and afraid he'd be stubborn when you only wanted to get home to your sister.

"Still, I don't want you to know where I live. Who knows what you'll do with that information."

Satoru watches you walk away, the bitter taste of beer in his mouth and the heavy feeling in his chest practically pushing his following words out before he has time to regret them.

"So what, Suguru gets to babysit, and I can't even walk you home?" He calls after you, and when you turn to face him, you believe it's the first time you have seen Satoru look hurt. There are about three steps of distance between the two of you, and Satoru begins to move so slowly and carefully that one would think he's approaching a hurt animal.

He takes the first step, and you recall entering his house for a group movie night, the spacious living room with furniture that looked exorbitant and windows so big they spanned from the vinyl flooring to the ceiling, the cosy garden you saw on the other side with trees seemingly growing just so you'd catch a glimpse of the sun setting in between them.

The whole house was captured by its orange hue, and its warmth burned on your skin with a tenderness you had never known before.

"Agh, sorry 'bout this! It gets sooo hot in the evening," Satoru sent the three of you an apologetic look and with one click, the sunset disappeared behind the blinds.

With his next step, you think of your town, rows and rows of buildings in the same greyish brown, identical to the crooked doors and patchy path. Suguru lived just 2 blocks down, so he knew what the view was like on the 8th floor in a building with an elevator that had never been built with the intention of working. Most of the windows you had were barely big enough to look out of, their only use being to ash your cigarette out on the ledge, and you realise that Satoru wouldn't know how cold a home could get when the sun never sees it.

In hopes of filling the gap, Satoru takes one more step, simultaneously with you, as you back away, never closing that last piece of distance between you.  

"It's just different with Suguru," you finally answer him, and in the silence, you realise that there is something more than just a step, larger than his windows and sharper than your blade, separating your world from his.

Satoru doesn't understand what you really mean. All he knows is that the words travelling from those awfully soft-looking lips are telling him that you'd never let yourself get draped in the material of his sweater, that your face wouldn't light up with a smile when receiving a text from him and that you don't want him in your home.

But, because Satoru had never desired anything more than to be close to you, he was ready to speak in a desperate way that he wasn't used to, prepared to beg for any crumbs of your presence you'd grant him.

"Can I walk you to the train station...at least?"

After a while, you nod, a smile threatening to pull at your lips at his honesty.

As you glance up at him, his glasses hanging loosely from the front of his shirt and nothing but the street lamps illuminating his face, you can't help but realise that his eyes don't look so cold after all.

‧₊.࿐

The two of you don't feel it, but a pair of tired, slightly twitching eyes follow as you disappear into the crowd.

"I see it now," Shoko suddenly speaks up, leaning against the wall beside him as she holds her cigarette between her lips.

Without even sparing a glance, he pulls the lighter from his pocket, and with a slight hiss, the flame ignites.

She offers the now burning cigarette to him, but he's still frowning at the two of you until you ultimately disappear around a corner, and he lets out a breath he was unaware of holding.

"See what?" He finally turns to look at Shoko, taking the cigarette from her hand.

"The flirting," she teases and the boy next to her coughs up the smoke in shock. That was quite possibly the last thing he wanted confirmation of.

"They have…some strange form of chemistry, I guess, but…" she dragged the last word out, looking up at him with teasing eyes as he tried to hide how eager he was for her to continue.

"Not as much as you two have," she blows the smoke in another direction, turning her head away, which gives Suguru enough time to hide the small, intrigued glint.

"What makes you say that?" He tries to act oblivious, secretly hoping that the lingering stares he sends your way are maybe reciprocated when Suguru isn't looking, that perhaps you told Shoko on a sleepover once that you'd totally go out with him if he asked.

Shoko gives him a look, amused and yet still a little irritated.

"Are you kidding? Don't play dumb with me. It's so obvious that it hurts!"

She chuckles before turning serious, leaning to face him. Suguru should have guessed she had an ulterior motive to start this conversation.

"Which is why I don't get why you're letting the nitwit win her over," she points her cigarette accusingly at his nose.

He can't believe she figured him out so quickly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he lies, turning to stare at the stars instead.

Shoko scoffs.

"Be serious. Is this some sort of inferiority complex you have? Or like a control thing? I think you'd be pleasantly surprised if you asked her out! You really think Gojo "emotionally inept since childhood" Satoru would be better for her than you?"

Despite his friend's compliments and unusually lovely encouragement, Suguru knew it wasn't that easy. His heart aches, and nothing feels right, equal parts of him clawing at his heart to change his mind, to run after the two of you and join you on the way home, and yet he stood, with every ounce of his strength keeping his body glued to this wall, his gaze to the stars.

"I'd only drag her down with me," he mutters, and it hurts Shoko a little to know it's the first honest thing he'd said since she joined him.

He looks where he last saw you, knowing he couldn't catch up even if he tried.

"And besides, you're not giving him enough credit. Satoru's a great man," the truth burns on his tongue like a thousand curses.

She just throws her cigarette on the floor, putting it out as she gives him a shrug, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his words, simply acknowledging.

"We both know that's not enough."

‧₊.࿐

The space between you and Satoru looks just big enough to seem as though you were strangers. Still, with every sip of the water you ordered him to drink, he inched closer and was now in somewhat friendly acquaintance territory as his elbow would brush against yours between conversations.

Your gaze was glued on the Yuzu Soda he bought for you in a poor attempt to let him have a Cola instead. You peeled at the edge of the label as you listened to him ramble on about the latest episode of Digimon he watched.

"So, what are your plans for the holidays?" The question draws your attention away from your drink and onto his face. He gives you a smile, and it seems so tired you had almost mistaken it for gentleness.

"Working, mostly," you sigh, taking another sip, the cold, bitter taste prickling down your throat. 

"Working?" Satoru whines exaggeratedly and scoots closer into Satoru's usual attachment issue distance. "But it's summer break! You should be living and enjoying your youth to the fullest, not working!" 

"I like working," you protest so pitifully, not even you believe yourself, "I just really need the money. And the extra missions at night will be good training, you know? Mizu is starting elementary school soon, and I just…", trailing off, you recall the glittery eyes of the little girl, how bright her smile was, how carefree she could laugh.

You'll work missions during the nights, so you can spend all day with Mizuha, considering during the school year, you only really get to see her on the weekends when you're not staying in the dorms. 

You'll tug her in and give her a kiss on the forehead that lets her know you'll keep her safe. You'll pull all the loose strands of hair behind her ears so that nothing would disturb her during the night, and in the morning, after she tossed and turned without a care in the world, you'd do it again.

"I just want her to have a good life, an easy life."

You'll be fine with being tired if you get to see her sleep so peacefully.

Satoru bites his tongue. He had embarrassed himself enough today, and while he knew the thought of you on some mission all on your own and in the dark would keep him restless, he also knew you already had enough to worry about as is.

Yet still, he feels he must at least try something.

"I can help you out…if it's just money you need, you know? I'd love to. I love Mizuha and want her to get into a good school, too! Maybe one with cute uniforms that have yellow hats! And I don't spend most of my allowance for the month anyway. I'd be nice to actually do something good with it, you know?"

His eyes frantically search for yours, hoping to see any reaction out of you. Wishful thinking was that you'd throw your arms around his neck and pepper his face in gratitude kisses, but much more realistically, he expected you to flick his forehead for throwing his money around so carelessly.

But you did neither of those. When you finally glanced his way, Satoru could see you were tempted, yet something was clearly holding you back from accepting his offer. You seemed a little sad, and Satoru's heart ached because he again didn't understand why. 

There's much you want to say, but in the end, you settle on emptying your can and giving him a playful yet equally tired grin.

"Woow, so giving you one sip of beer is the easiest way to your fortune, huh? Guess I won't even have to marry you and kill you for it," you tease, squinting your eyes up at him as you nudge the shoulder that was by now fully pressed against yours.

"You'd marry me?" He stumbles over his words a little too earnestly, a droopy smile on his face.

"For your money," you point at him with the hand holding your drink, as you clarify with an amused scoff.

Satoru stares at you before a self-satisfied smirk takes over his face. He leaned his head over the back of the bench, his arm stretching to lay it behind your shoulders as he slumped with pride.

"... You'd marry me," He grins, and you think he never looked more like Gojo Satoru than right now.

"You're ignoring the part where I'd also kill you," you grew tired of his antics and turned to face the hand that was now somewhat draped over your shoulder, putting the empty soda in it.

He takes it without thinking twice.

"I'd let you," he shrugs, "I'd die a happy man."

He crushes your can with his Technique and throws it into the trashcan.

You ignore his statement, and when his arm finds its way behind your back again, you simply let him before changing the topic.

"And you, huh? Some expensive vacation with the family this summer?"

"Oh no, thank you," he chuckles humourlessly, giving you a shocked look, "I try to use this little freedom I get while studying in Tokyo to its full potential. So, no spending time with the family for more than a day. At most." He looks a little dejected for a second before a smile, not quite like his other ones, finds its way onto his lips again.

"And besides, I can't leave! Tokyo needs me! Where would it be without its strongest sorcerer, huh?"

You sneer at his words, "Calm down. You're not the strongest yet."

He jumps a little and tilts his head to look up at you.

"Yet? Are you trying to flatter me, Kazu?"

You look down at him, eyes squinting and flick his forehead.

"Don't call me that," you utter, though there's not much energy in your tone.

Right on time, a melody rings through the station, and you can hear the sound of your train approaching as its arrival is announced.

You get up, and Satoru follows after you in an instant, realising that this was where your conversation would end, was pulling him to get just one more moment with you.

The train stops, and only some people get off at this time of night.

When you step inside, Satoru can't help but speak up again.

"What, I don't even get a good night kiss?"

A disbelieving chuckle escapes you. "Goodnight, Gojo."

And despite everything, he can't help but stride a little closer.

"Will you at least text me when you're home safe?" His eyes don't fully meet yours when he asks, and he continues at your silence, much quieter.

"I just want to make sure you're safe."

It hurts a little that you know he's being honest, and still, you feel that this distance he's so desperate wants closed is a threshold that should stay uncrossed. Despite knowing better, you simply tell yourself he's less sober than he seems to be.

The doors announce their closing, and with one last pitiful sigh, you mutter, looking into his eyes with an emotion he doesn't understand.

"I don't need you to save me."

You say it with no malice, anger or annoyance, but with an honesty that Satoru wasn't prepared for, that hurt him even after the cold gust of wind the train left in its departing had passed him by. It ached more than any mindless insult, groan, and eye roll you'd typically send his way.

At the station, Satoru sits, checking his phone every once in a while.

prologue | masterlist | chapter 2

im happy with the new version and it'll be finished by the end of the week if not a little sooner and i hope you guys will be happy with it as well, i thank all of you again for your patience <3

have a good night and thank you so much for reading!

jae🩵

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“I bet on losing dogs. I know their losing and I’ll pay for my place, by the ring”

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#NO NUT NOVEMBER [Gojo Satoru]

SUMMARY NNN the stupid challenge where couples spend the entire month of November without having intimate relations. Gojo agreed to participate, overconfident that it wouldn’t be difficult for him but rather for his wife, but now, after the first two weeks, he already felt like he was going to go crazy, while his wife seemed perfectly fine.

— C.W husband! Gojo Satoru x female reader , 18+ only , nsfw , bathroom sex , unprotected , dirty talk , creampie , pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby/babe) gojo is down bad , mention of masturbation , fingering , oral sex , multiple orgasm , squirting , not proofread!

— Word count: 3.2k

Masterlist

Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, his mind consumed with a mix of frustration and desire. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the calendar hanging on the wall, its innocent pages mocking him with their untouchable dates. It had been a mere two weeks since he had agreed to embark on the infamous No Nut November challenge, and already he was beginning to question his sanity.

The challenge, a test of willpower and self-control, required couples to abstain from any form of intimate relations for the entire month of November. At first, Satoru had seen it as a playful way to challenge his wife's resolve, a chance to see just how strong her willpower truly was. But now, as he sat there on the edge of their shared bed, he realized that it was his own sanity that was being pushed to the brink.

"Honey," He called out to his wife as he approached her from behind.

Satoru couldn't tear his gaze away from her as she sat engrossed in her phone, completely unaware of the intense hunger in his eyes. The tight shorts she was wearing seemed almost too daring, the fabric struggling to contain the alluring curves of her ass, which seemed to spill out temptingly. Her see-through t-shirt, while playful and innocent in design, allowed a teasing glimpse of her side breast, igniting his desires even further. It was hard for him to look away; he was captivated.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked. He knew that the answer was likely no, but his question had an ulterior motive. He wanted to delve deeper into the desire that had been simmering within him.

Satoru's finger twitched, fighting an internal battle against the irresistible urge to reach out and touch her exposed thighs. But in the end, his resolve wavered, and his hand began to slide up and down her thigh,

„Not really, I‘ll eat after I take a shower.“ she answered him.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for having such thoughts about his wife, especially when he had promised himself that this month, he would be in control. He had convinced himself that it would be her begging for his attention, yearning for his touch. Yet, reality has proven quite the opposite. The desires were burning within him, and it was Satoru who was struggling to resist the magnetic pull of her sensuality.

"Satoru~ look at this video," she spoke, bringing her phone inches from his face

With a soft groan, he tried to resist the urge to reach out and take the phone from her. He knew better than to give in to these temptations, but it was hard when she was being so damn provocative.

"Look how cute that cat is!" she continued

Satoru forced himself to focus on the screen, managing a half-smile as he watched the adorable kitten on the screen. „Yeah, that's a cute kitten alright.“

Her smile quickly turned into a frown,“Are you okay? You‘re usually always excited when you see cats.“

He took the phone from her, With a forced smile, he reassured her, "Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just a bit...anxious, I guess.." He chuckled nervously, hoping she wouldn't notice the lie in his voice.

As Satoru focused on the screen, his other hand found itself inching closer to her ass, his fingers grazing the fabric that covered her. His eyes remained locked on the kitten, but his mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of how her body would feel under his touch.

Realization hit him like a lightning bolt, and he quickly withdrew his hand, snapping back to the present challenge that had tormented them for two long weeks. He couldn't risk caving in now.

She retrieved her phone from his grasp and set it down on the nightstand. Pushing herself up from the bed, she glanced back at Satoru,

"You're acting strange, Satoru," she said,

Satoru, his pulse still racing from their earlier near transgression, struggled to maintain his composure. He offered her a sheepish smile, hoping to ease her suspicions. "Just had a momentary lapse of concentration, [Y/n]. Nothing to worry about."

She watched him for a moment longer, clearly unconvinced, before eventually turning and making her way to the bathroom, leaving Satoru alone in the room

As soon as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Satoru alone in the room, his heart began to race even faster. The lingering scent of her presence seemed to envelop him, and he found himself unable to resist the allure of his desires.

He was left with a yearning he couldn't quell, and his arousal had grown undeniable, making his body ache with desire. His hardness was strained against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching for release.

His mind was consumed by vivid, lustful thoughts of what he yearned to do to her. The challenge, which had once been a playful test of willpower, now felt like an unbearable torment, an obstacle standing between him and the woman he desired more than anything.

Satoru stood up and walked towards the bathroom. His eyes were filled with lust as he peered into the steamy room where she was preparing for her shower.

[Y/n] had turned on the water, and the sound of it filling the bathtub was a sensual backdrop to her movements. As she removed her shorts and shirt, leaving her naked and vulnerable, the sight of her body sent shivers down Satoru's spine. He hesitated for a moment, trying to regain control.

His fingers twitched, and his pulse quickened as he watched her silhouette through the frosted glass. He knew he was teetering on the edge, and the challenge seemed like a distant memory in the face of this intoxicating temptation.

With a deep breath, Satoru stepped into the steamy room and closed the door behind him. He moved toward her, his heart pounding in his chest as he closed the gap between them. [Y/n] was just about to step into the tub, the water cascading around her in a sensual veil.

He reached for her, his touch electric, as he pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened “W-wait..what are you doing?!”she shouted, breaking away from the kiss

"[Y/n], I'm sorry," he breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and apology. His hands, still trembling from their forbidden encounter, cradled her face. "I can't control myself. The challenge... it's too much.“ His fingers trailed down her neck, tracing the outline of her collarbone

"You're so beautiful... I want you so badly." he murmured, his voice heavy with longing. Satoru's lips found her earlobe, and he nipped at it, sending shivers down her spine. His kisses trailed down her shoulder and across her collarbone, igniting a trail of longing in their wake.

His other hand moved, cupping her breast, his touch tantalizing as he teased, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

„A-ah- satoru..“ she moaned softly.

"Look at how you react to my touch," he growled, his voice thick with desire as he continued to tease her nipple. "You're driving me crazy..sweetheart" Kissing his way back up, he left a trail of hickies, marking her skin.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, seeking out hers in a heated dance, laying claim to her with every fervent movement.

His other hand ventured down to her thigh, his touch electrifying as he slowly and sensually slid upwards, drawing closer to the core of her desire.

“Satoru..” she muttered as she broke from the kiss, her cheeks flushed,

“I need you..” he breathed against her lips, his hand finally reaching her core, as he slipped his finger into her folds, thrusting a single finger into her, groaning at the incredible tightness and wetness surrounding his finger,”You are already so wet..so fucking perfect.”

"Please," she moaned, the desperation in her voice palpable as her husband's thumb massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves while he continued to thrust into her. A second finger joined the first, sliding in and out of her drenched center, driving her wild. His other hand continued its sensual dance, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Tell me you want it," he muttered. His mouth opened, and he took her other breast into his warm mouth, causing her to gasp with pleasure.

"I w-want it," she moaned, her body quivering with arousal.

Satoru broke away from her breast, his fingers moving faster inside her, and his thumb continued to tease her sensitive nub. He leaned up, capturing her lower lip between his teeth and tugging it gently. "Say what you want,"

"I want... you, Satoru," she whispered, her words laced with yearning. Satoru lifted her, placing her onto the counter, rubbing his hardness against her thigh,

He stared hungrily down at her cunt, he saw the slick practically gushing out of her little hole, clenching around nothing.

„Please,“ she begged, as Satoru didn't waste any more time, thrusting into her faster as he found her G-spot. The relentless massage of that sensitive area elicited an almost involuntary reaction from her, her head throwing back as her inner muscles tightened around his fingers. Her moans grew louder and more passionate, filling the room.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded, unable to contain her longing, wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer.

"I won't," he assured her, his mouth finding her neck, where he pressed his lips and left a trail of sensual kisses, before gently sucking at the sensitive skin,

As Satoru felt the tightening of his wife's inner muscles and the trembling of her thighs, he recognized the signs of her impending climax. His fingers continued their rhythm, thrusting deeper, and gradually, he added a third finger to intensify her pleasure. Small tears welled at the corners of her eyes, evidence of the overwhelming sensation that pulsed through her, proof of the ecstasy they were sharing.

She clung to him desperately, her arms encircling his neck as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her moans punctuating each shuddering exhale.

Satoru held her close, his fingers continuing their relentless dance inside her, the sensation of her trembling thighs and the taste of her tears only fueling his desire to take her higher.

As her arms held him tight, her head nestled against his neck, Satoru's mouth sought out the soft skin of her earlobe, his lips tracing patterns along her ear. His teeth grazed her earlobe gently, eliciting a shiver of pleasure that coursed through her.

His thumb, still expertly playing with her sensitive nub, matched the pace of his fingers, ensuring that each motion, each touch, was a symphony of pleasure designed to drive her to the edge.

Satoru sensed her climax building, her body growing tense and shuddering beneath his expert touch. As she neared the peak, he intensified his actions, his fingers moving in a blur inside her, his thumb relentlessly teasing her swollen clit.

“A-Ah..!” Her scream of release echoed through the room, her body arching into his touch as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers as she came.

„Let it all out sweetheart..good girl..“ Satoru whispered, as he planted a tender kiss on her cheek. He continued to grind his hard dick against her thighs. The fervent friction had caused a small wet patch to form on his sweatpants,

Satoru withdrew his fingers from her slowly, his touch leaving her hot and wet. He brought his fingers to his mouth and proceeded to lick them clean.

The surprising question broke the moment's intimacy. "Have you been pleasuring yourself, sweetheart?" Satoru asked, his eyes searching her face for an answer.

Her response was a deepening blush on her cheeks. She avoided his gaze, stammering, "W-what?!"

Satoru was insistent, his fingers slipping to her neck as he drew her closer to him. Their chests pressed against each other, and he guided her head to face him directly, their eyes locking.

"My finger slipped in so easily," he explained, "I want to know, baby.."

Her blush deepened, and her eyes finally met his in an intense and vulnerable gaze. She hesitated, then confessed in a soft voice, "Y-yes... when you're not here."

“You’re so lewd..so cute..” he whispered, his voice heavy with desire, before pressing his lips against hers. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss, and his tongue slipped inside,

The kiss was hot and deep, with Satoru's tongue exploring her mouth eagerly. His other hand caressed her thigh, as he made his way to her clit, where he began tracing slow, teasing circles around her now sensitive folds.

Satoru's mouth, broke away from the kiss and ventured lower, moving down her body. He kissed along her inner thighs and lower abdomen before his lips found her sensitive clit. With a soft, reverent kiss, he tasted her wetness, his tongue tracing teasing patterns around the pulsating nub.

He continued to pleasure her with his mouth, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her firmly in place.

"S'toru... oh god..!“ She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.

Satoru's mouth worked, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on her sensitive clit,"You like that, don't you?" he whispered against her, his voice husky,"You're so damn wet for me, baby."

"Yes, toru, don't stop!"

His lips created a tight seal around her sensitive clit, forming a suction that made her tremble.

His tongue danced over her swollen nub, tracing circles and teasing patterns that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He applied just the right amount of pressure, each flicker of his tongue sending shivers down her spine.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate, and she could feel the pressure building inside her.

With a final flick of his tongue and a deep, pleasurable suck on her clit, she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, her back arched, and her fingers tightened in his hair as she let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Her climax washed over her and her inner walls clenched tightly around nothing but the air as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Satoru continued to pleasure her even as she rode the waves of her orgasm, not letting up until she had ridden out every last tremor of pleasure, leaving her breathless.

Satoru reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her clit and moved back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hand, still wet with her arousal, slowly made its way to his sweatpants. He could feel his dick throbbing with every heartbeat, and it was begging for release. His desire was reaching its limit, and he couldn't wait any longer.

With a deep groan, he pushed down his sweatpants, freeing his erection. It stood tall and proud against his abdomen, the head of his cock an angry shade of red and a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Satoru's eyes were locked on his wife, who was flushed with sweat trickling down her forehead. She took deep breaths, trying to regain her composure after the intense orgasm he had given her.

"I can't wait any longer, baby…please," Satoru pleaded,"Please..." He stroked his throbbing length, brushing the head of his cock against her slick folds, aching to be inside her.

She could barely find her voice, but she managed to whisper, "T-take me..‘toru"

Her words were like a trigger. Satoru, unable to contain himself any longer, positioned his throbbing erection at her entrance and slowly pushed forward, entering her with a groan.

The sensation of his hard length sliding into her wet, tight warmth sent shivers through both of them.

Her moans filled the room as she clung to Satoru's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "T-too much..." she whispered, her voice trembling, as Satoru continued to thrust into her,

Satoru's thrusts were relentless, driving deeper into her with each powerful motion. Their heated passion was undeniable, and he couldn't get enough of her.

His lips found her neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses along her sensitive flesh. He left a trail of soft, sensual nips and licks as he thrust into her. His mouth sought every inch of her skin, hungry for her taste. His tongue left a trail of wet warmth against her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breast.

Satoru's mouth enveloped her breast, his lips creating a soft seal around her sensitive nipple. His tongue moved in slow, sensuous circles, teasing and tantalizing her. He varied the pressure, alternating between gentle suckling and more insistent pulls. His warm, wet mouth and his tongue's delicate caresses sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.

As Satoru continued to move inside her, his other hand slid down to her sensitive clit. He began to rub it, increasing the friction. Her already tight walls clenched around his throbbing length, making it challenging to move.

"God, you're so tight," he murmured, the sensations overwhelming as he continued to rub her sensitive nub while still thrusting passionately inside of her.

His movements inside her remained steady and determined, pushing her closer to the brink. With every thrust and every rub of her clit, they could both sense their climax building, promising an explosive release.

And then it happened. With a gasp, her climax overtook her. It started as a pulsating throb deep within her, a sensation that quickly built into an irresistible, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Her body tensed, and then, a gush of her warm arousal sprayed out in a burst of ecstasy.

The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, and it coated Satoru's cock and thighs,

Satoru continued his relentless thrusts, unable to hold back any longer.

„Baby…can I please cum inside of you?“ he asked, kissing your cheek softly,“please..“

„Y-yes..“She whimpered

With a few more powerful thrusts, he reached his own climax, groaning with pleasure as he released inside her.

Satoru held her tightly, his arms around her, and he slowly pulled out of her. As he did, he noticed their mixed fluids, gently flowing from her tight opening.

Satoru gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her with tenderness and care. Her body felt delicate and cherished in his strong embrace. He carried her to the bathtub and lowered her into the filled tub. Her body slid into the water, and she let out a contented sigh as she settled into the comforting embrace of the bath.

He stepped into the warm water from behind, his body pressing close to hers as he sat behind her with his arms wrapped around her. Their bodies fit snugly together. He placed tender kisses along her neck and shoulder, while hugging her.

© fvsm4x ; DO NOT REPOST

[gojonanami]

thinking about yakuza!gojo and yakuza!geto whose families have both issued proposals to your own yakuza family. and the two aren't very interested in marriage -- until you've gathered them both up and threaten them to convince their families to rescind the proposals. and suddenly, they're very interested in you.

and now you have two yakuza heirs fighting over who gets to marry you.

[sanriovin]

Home Alone, or so you thought.

@evacoule I PROMISE TO FINISH PART TWO TO THIS AS SOON AS I CAN 😻😻😻

CW: masturbation / solo sex, sex toys - dildo, vibrator, clit suction toy, vouyerism, pornography, Gojo getting off to the sight of us masturbating, Gojo beginning to get a little handsy, use of pet names / nicknames, might be a few more???

A quiet and relaxing day, or so it seemed. No tasks at hand, no missions, nothing. A break day, it could be considered to some, yet to you, it was boredom. Of course, you appreciated the break from work and errands, yet, the day seemed so dull and plain with nothing to do. Even things that normally entertained you, such as movies, books, or your phone, seemed so irrelevant and useless right now.

Slumped on the couch, head resting on a pillow, staring up at the ceiling with an expression of frustration and boredom, you desperately wanted to find something to do. Anything. It felt as if you’ve read through every article online, seen every movie ever made, and read every single book you could physically get your hands on. What else could there be for you to do?

Your mind continued wandering, groans of annoyance slipping from your lips. Your eyes wandered the room, searching for something to entertain you; something to fill that empty and blank feeling in your mind.

Your boyfriend wasn’t home, so even talking to him wasn’t an option. Most likely being on a mission, meaning his phone would be off or on silent, making your calls go unheard. The lack of his presence at home these days made you feel lonely and bored. Missing him dearly, desperate to see those cerulean eyes again, which brought a feeling of intimidation and fear to others, yet to you, comfort and warmth. The way those eyes of his softened whenever he looked at you, or spoke with you, that smooth voice of his to you, it made your heart flutter.

And not only loneliness and boredom was caused by the lack of his presence at home.

You were a woman with a high sex drive.

It wasn’t your fault that you had been feeling sexually frustrated. You boyfriend wasn’t home to fuck you, so the feeling of neediness and desperation only grew. And of course, you could masturbate, but that was a last resort option, as it humiliated you deeply. And it seemed like you could never do it right yourself. It just never felt as good as having Satoru’s cock buried deep inside your pussy, prodding at your sweet spot, causing moans and whimpers to escape from your lips. The feeling of his long, slender fingers, rubbing against your clit, flicking at the little sensitive bud on your vulva, causing you to clench tightly around his dick, making groans leave his mouth as his pace sped up, oh how you missed that feeling.

The mere thought of Satoru pounding into you roughly sent tingles down to your pussy, a wetness that leaked out from you leaving a wet stain on your panties. Just how long would it take for Satoru to finally come back and fuck you?

The desperate feeling of needing to feel some sort of sweet release remained, only getting worse with every second that passed. You were getting tempted to masturbate, to ease the pressure, even if only by a little. You were so desperate and needy, that even going through the humiliation caused by masturbation was worth it if it meant getting rid of some of the sexual frustration that was felt within you. The real question was, would you do it though? Would you even manage to get off?

Satoru Gojo, your beloved boyfriend, was what some people would consider a ‘porn addict’ back in the day. Probably having watched every single video he could get his hands on, binning tissue after tissue until the box of them became empty. His knowledge on the topic of pornography and sex was impeccable. It should have concerned you, really, but instead, it made you feel slightly relieved in a way. At least one of you had prior experience with sex and such before the relationship.

You, however, had never watched porn in your life. No idea of how the videos looked, what the actors starring in the videos were like, nothing. Hell, you didn’t even know the names of porn websites, or how they looked. You were the more clueless one. That was one thing that Satoru loved about you; how he managed to be the one to corrupt your sweet innocence.

You had contemplated your decisions for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, only the faint sounds of your breathing being heard, as you pondered about what choice of action to take. Either remain sexually frustrated, or get off. It didn’t take long for you to decide. But you wondered, would you really be able to get off without any visual or audible aid?

But would you also stoop as low as to go watch porn to help you get off?

Wouldn’t that be considered immoral as someone’s girlfriend?

But would he really have to know? He’s done it before.

You sighed, conflicted in what to do, before shaking your head, standing up, wandering off to grab your phone, being put on charge previously, a plan forming in your mind. One that would leave you humiliated, yet also one that would most likely relieve some of the sexual tension you had been feeling lately.

Reaching your room, you opened the door with a firm push of the handle, your room being revealed to the naked eye. Slightly messy, but that was to be expected. You almost immediately spotted two things; your phone, which was plugged into your charger, and a box under your bed, a black box, medium sized, hiding secrets unknown to others except yourself and a few of your friends.

As a gift for your birthday a few years back, your friends thought it would be a smart idea to gift you sex toys. Yes, sex toys. What did they expect you to do with them? You weren’t some horny teenager, at least, you didn’t act like one at that time. These days, your sex drive was high and healthy. Yet, the amount of times you had used the toys they gifted you was…

Zero.

You never had the confidence to use them, your fingers being embarrassing enough for you. Satoru didn’t know you owned the toys, and it was probably for the best. Knowing him, if he knew, he would tease you for days on end, hell, maybe even months, years if he didn’t get bored. You definitely didn’t need that.

For those reasons, you kept the box stored away, beneath your bed, out of the sight of others, to prevent unnecessary awkwardness and embarrassment for both you, and other people. Yet today, you would finally bring the box out and open it, revealing its secrets to the outside world.

With much hesitation, you knelt down onto the ground, breath hitched in your throat as you slid your duvet up, which draped over the edges of your bed, exposing the space beneath your bed to the room. Hands trembling slightly as you reached for the box, sliding it out from under, a soft noise heard as the box swept across the carpeted floor, coming to a halt in front of you. Your cheeks burnt red with humiliation, almost regretting the idea. Key word, almost.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you kept in, trying to take a few more deep breaths to calm your nerves. This was a normal thing, no need to be so embarrassed, right? That’s what you tried telling yourself, yet, it did little to calm the nerves racing through you, making you more and more hesitant and unsure to continue with your plan.

After moments upon moments of deciding whether or not to open the box, you gave up, ripping off the bandaid, pulling off the lid of the black box. You laid your eyes upon a variety of sex toys, varying in size, shape, and colour. Your eyes widened in shock, left breathless, jaw agape, taking in the sight before you, trying to process it inside your mind. You didn’t even know what most of the toys were used for, hell, you didn’t even know their names. You were left speechless, voice disappearing as soon as your fingers slid across the matte box lid.

Your grip on the lid loosened, as it fell onto the carpeted floor, a soft ‘thud’ being heard as it landed, then it went silent. Too silent. Your sight never left the box full of toys, as you slowly, almost involuntarily, reached for the phone which lay on your bed, unplugging it from the charger, bringing it to yourself. You gulped nervously, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, and turned the phone on, typing on the browser with shaky hands, your finger pads barely meeting the letters on the keyboard without misspelling words.

You never thought you would do this, but here you were, searching up porn websites, acting like a horny teenager. You were nervous, embarrassed, yet in spite of that, a small, yet noticeable, feeling of excitement pooled in your abdomen, your thighs clenching together subconsciously.

You stared at your screen, lost in thought, your eyes glazed over as you thought about whether or not you should enter the website. A death grip on your phone, cheeks flushed red, breathing heavy and laboured, heart pounding, and the arousal felt in between your legs only growing stronger and more unbearable, pleading, no, begging to be dealt with.

The sight that appeared before your eyes as you clicked on the link would be one that would never be forgotten by you, no matter how much you would try to forget it. But honestly, would you even try to forget it?

Video upon video of porn showed up on the website, some seeming more intense than other videos. It left you stunned. This is what people had spoken about? This is what Satoru had watched? Your heartbeat picked up, seeming to go at millions of miles per minute, your mind growing hazy, as you scrolled through the thousands of videos. You may have not been an expert in sex, yet you still knew what would get you off, and none of the results shown so far interested you enough to click on them.

Your eyes drifted back to the box of sex toys, your sex drunken mind remembering that you had absolutely no idea on how to use the toys, much less even identify them. So what did you do?

With almost numb hands, you decided to search up on the website videos that included sex toys, and in less than seconds, many more results than you could have expected popped up onto the screen, making your jaw go slack, tightening the clench of your thighs even more, your body subconsciously growing hotter, and your clothes grew uncomfortable, as if there was some tension, restricting you from comfort.

You clicked on the first video you saw, propping your phone against a chair leg, sat on the ground cross-legged, unsure of what you would see, and what to do. Obviously, you had basic masturbation knowledge, and you have had sex before with Satoru, but sex toys were a whole new concept to you; one you had no understanding nor experience of. But were you curious? Yes. And would you push through the nervousness and humiliation to try them out? Also yes.

The video started, a female porn actress appeared on the screen, sat on a plush bed, lined with white silk sheets, body clad in white lacy lingerie, the bed lined with an array of sex toys; some resembled dick’s, some metal, some more silicone or rubber. She sat in an open leg position, legs bent to meet her torso, a wet spot on her lace, almost transparent, panties, darkening the white colour into a more of a pale greyish shade.

Her pale and slender fingers found their way to her lips, her lips opening, almost as if from instinct. Slid inside, her tongue danced around them, coating them in her saliva, small whimpers and noises of pleasure left her mouth. Swirling her tongue around her fingers for a few moments more, before she popped them out of her mouth with an audible wet ‘pop’ sound, which met your ears almost immediately.

The arousal and wetness you felt in your pussy only grew more intense and more unbearable as the video continued, shifting in discomfort as you tried to get comfortable, eyes focused solely on the video presented before you. The actress slowly inched her hand closer and closer to one of the toys laid on her mattress, her fingers wrapping around a small toy, one which you had never seen before. A small pink device, a little blue light emitting from what seemed to be the button.

You slowly looked over to the box of toys placed on your right side, and there, amidst the other toys, a similar looking toy stood out to you. You swallowed down your anxiousness and with a gentle and timid grip, you took the toy into your hand and brought it up to your eye-level, examining it. It didn’t seem to be anything that would hurt you, but, what would this toy be used for?

As your eyes drifted back to your phone, you saw the woman turn the toy on, and begin to run it along her erect nipples in small circles, whines and gasps escaping from her as her head rested against her headboard, cheeks red with pleasure and arousal.

Your expression morphed into one of confusion, as you glanced down to your own nipples, peeking through your shirt, hard and sensitive. Would this really feel good? When Satoru does it, it does feel good, but if you do it yourself, will it feel the same? Without any other further thoughts, you trailed your left hand down to the hem of your shirt, tangling your fingers in the cotton, before in one swift movement, pulling the shirt off over your head. Now left in only a bra and panties, shirt tossed to the side, your arousal was painfully obvious; both the wet spot on your panties, and the hard nipples peeking through your bra.

Slowly, your fingers faintly touched your skin as they made their way to the clasp of the bra, the faint prods and skims of skinskip sending shivers down your spine, breaths turning into something more resembling pants, sweat beading up on your forehead.

The cold, curled metal met your soft fingertips, and expertly, you unclapsed the bra, the straps losing their tension, growing slack on your shoulders, as you worked on removing it completely, exposing your chest to the cold air, a sharp gasp be made by your mouth. A pleasant tingle felt by you as you pushed the straps down your arms, leaving your chest bare, a pile of clothes forming by your side.

Leaving your drenched panties on for the time being, you looked back over at your phone screen, the woman’s ministration on his nipples still continuing. With a deep breath, you pressed the button on the toy, an almost inaudible ‘click’ being heard, as soft vibrations began to emerge from the toy in your hand. You almost dropped the toy out of surprise and shock, eyes widened slightly as you eyed the toy, assessing it. At a slow pace, your hand began to lift, and move closer and closer to the ignored erect buds on your chest, deciding to try the toy out with your left nipple.

The cold silicone toy touched your right nipple almost immediately, a shiver sent down your body from the cold. A small whimper escaped from your lips as the vibrations from the toy were felt on your nipples. Gentle and slow, almost taunting, as your breathing picked up slightly, looking directly at the video.

Gently, you began to rub sensual and soft circles around your nipple, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body, your noises growing louder. You were so grateful that you were home alone, no one being there to hear your sounds.

Your body jerked and twitched as you clicked the button on the vibrator a couple more times, the vibrations growing quicker and stronger, sending you into a frenzy. Would you actually cum just from having your nipple teased?

Your other hand made its way up to your left nipple, squeezing it lightly between the soft tips of your index finger and thumb, twisting it and rubbing it, making you bite down on your lower lip, trying to muffle some of the pleasured sounds that you were making. Your neediness only grew worse as you saw the actress reach down for another toy, her fingers snaking around a toy resembling a cock, bringing it to her mouth. Breaking your sight from the video, your eyes went back to the box of toys, looking through them once again.

A certain toy caught your eye, your breath hitching in your throat the longer you looked at it. A toy that resembled the one on your phone; skin coloured, approximately six, maybe seven inches, with veins visible to the naked eye, seemingly bulging out of the stiff toy. You blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sight before you, the hand that was teasing your left nipple betraying your body, as subconsciously, you reached out for the toy, grasping it in your trembling hand, dragging it closer to yourself, out of the black box. The woman placed the tip of the toy into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip, currently not taking the toy any further into her mouth. Being inexperienced in this area, you decided to follow her actions, also moving the dildo up to your mouth, slowly pushing just the tip of it into your mouth, your tongue rubbing itself across the tip, almost as if in a dance, as it muffled some of the whimpers that came out of your mouth from the feeling of the vibrator teasing your oversensitive nipples.

At a taunting pace, the actress dragged the dildo down her body, leaving a trail of saliva in between her breasts, her stomach, and then finally, the toy reached her vagina. Slowly rubbing it up and down the vaginal opening, louder and more intense moans began to escape from her mouth, struggling to keep them in. Her lingerie was now dishevelled, seeming as if more had happened than was shown in the video itself. The whole scene seemed so erotic to you, the throbbing in between your legs only growing worse and worse.

You repeated after her, slowly, and faintly trailing the dildo down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, to your pantyclad pussy, rubbing it up and down where the vaginal opening was hidden, a sharper whimper escaping from your lips as you finally began giving your pussy the attention that it oh-so begged for for what felt like ages.

You looked down at your soaked panties, the tip of the dildo getting slightly moist from the wetness of your panties, causing you to place the dildo down, slowly hooking your fingertips under the waistband of your panties, pulling them away from your skin, before snapping them back in a taunting way, causing a small whimper to leave your lips. You quickly grew impatient, deciding to stop fucking around and just strip fully naked.

The fabric sliding down your legs from your pelvis, leaving your body fully bare and exposed, goosebumps all over from the rush of cold air that kept hitting your skin, unused to the sudden change in temperature. You tilted your head back as you grabbed the dildo once again, beginning to rub it over your soaked folds once again, this time, with more ease, and more friction, causing more satisfied and pleasured noises to leave your lips.

“Yes, yes, mmph just like that, shit…” You whimpered, as you slowly pushed the toy inside of you, your hips bucking slightly, body tensing, as it slipped further and further inside of you. At this stage, you would probably be able to figure out what to do next, with little to no visual aid. Starting off with a slow pace, you pushed the dildo inside of you, then back out, the veiny plastic dragging against your soft warm walls, a sticky wet residue left behind on the toy as it left your pussy, leaving it empty, clenching around nothing, yet wanting to feel something.

You inserted the toy back into yourself, another pathetic gasp escaping from your lips once again as you felt filled. The pleasure on your face was palpable, as you fucked the toy into yourself, your teasing on your nipples still continuing. It felt good. So good. Why have you never tried this before?

“Nngh, please, pleasepleaseple— Nngh–!” Such words with dirty implications left your mouth as the dildo continued entering your aching pussy, driving you crazy as you were being driven closer and closer to the edge. It felt amazing. Yet, you felt like something was missing. When Satoru fucked you, he would always pleasure you in each place; the pussy, the nipples, the clit— Of course, you forgot about the clit. You couldn’t just leave it neglected, right? But what could you use to pleasure your clit?

With your hand still pushing the dildo inside your pussy, your pussy opening swallowing the plastic toy, leaving only the base of it visible, you placed down the vibrator that was tormenting your nipples, turning your attention back to the box, searching for something to take care of your neglected red clit.

And then, you found a treasure. Something that would definitely help with the stimulation of your aching, desperate clit. A little pink toy, a mirror-like plastic on the end of the handle, the toy being no bigger than your palm, maybe even smaller. A small suction cup attached to the end of the toy, a button near the attachment, its use being to turn the toy on, and create the suction effect. You had found a suction toy.

Although you were inexperienced, you could easily figure out the use of the toy, as the suction attachment told you everything that you needed to know; it was meant to be attached to your clit. You took the toy into your hand after eyeing it for a while, teasingly dragging it down your now quivering body, making its way down to your cock filled pussy.

Stopping at your clit, you gently place the suction cup on top of your swollen and neglected clit, adjusting it accordingly, before your shaky thumb pressed down firmly on the button of the toy, another audible yet quiet ‘click’ being heard in the loud silence of the room, before a low hum of a vibration was heard, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body, resulting in a loud gasp and whine being torn out of your throat.

The pleasure was better than ever whenever you masturbated. One hand pumping the dildo deep inside of your dripping pussy, the other one rubbing the small bullet vibrator over your nipples teasingly, the suction toy latched onto your clit, creating both a vibrating and a sucking effect, slowly sending you further and further to the edge, hips bucking, back arched, as pathetic and feeble moans were strangled from your throat. You needed to cum. And badly. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on for. The pleasure was becoming too much for you. Way too much.

Your thrusts sped up, increasing the pressure of the vibrator on your nipples, and grinding your hips up into the clitoral suction toy. The video on your phone long forgotten about, too lost in the pleasure you felt, mind hazy and blank, the only thing you could think about was how you needed to cum. How good it felt. “Shit, shit, fuckfuckfuck— Please, please, ‘needa cum, ‘m gonna cum, pleaseplease— Nngh—!”

You were so close. So so so close. The feeling was driving you insane. You were gonna cum, you just needed that small little push to send you over the edge. Just that little push to make you cum all over the dildo like a slut. Your mind still hazy, yet you tried to focus solely on the goodness of the feeling of a dildo brushing up against your sweet spot, creating a burning heat in the pit of your stomach, the vibrator which traced around your pelt nipples sending waves of pleasure through you, the clitoral stimulation driving you crazy, making tears pool in your eyes, your eyes losing focus on anything.

Just a little more, just a teeny bit more. That’s all it would take for you to cum. Pants and laboured gasps were heard in your feeble attempt to catch your breath, body trembling, lost within the pleasure. Suddenly, the thought of your boyfriend, Satoru, came into your mind. How it would feel if it was him fucking you. Fucking his cock deep inside of your warm walls, his fingers on your clit, rubbing it at a vigorous pace, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. That was what was needed for the building tension in your stomach to snap.

The loudest moan that you had released up to that point was released, the warm cum leaking out of you, all over the dildo inside of you, little droplets dripping onto the floor. Your body spasmed in pleasure, eyes glazed over and unfocused, rolled up to meet your ceiling, your hands shaking, barely managing to hold onto the toys. The orgasm you were having right now was one of the best ones you had ever had. Your cheeks red from both pleasure and physical exertion, little cries and whimpers leaving your throat as your thighs squeezed together and threatened to close at any moment.

Riding out your high, soft thrusts of the dildo meeting your pussy to help you through it, slowly meeting a stop as you turned off the vibrating toys. You were left verbally silent. Only gasps for air and spasms of aftershocks were left. You were speechless. You were shocked. That was one of the best orgasms you had ever had. You sat there, on the ground, processing what had just happened. You were still in disbelief.

Slowly, you slid the dildo out of yourself, a low whimper escaping from your lips as you felt empty once again. Your cum was dripping from both yourself, and the dildo, as you grabbed tissues from your nightstand to clean yourself and the toys quickly, before going to wash them off. Unlatching the clitorial toy from yourself, you were about to put it away, along with the small vibrator which was used for the stimulation of your nipples, before an all-too-familiar voice made you freeze in your tracks, your face growing pale.

“Who knew how naughty you could be, hm?”

Satoru Gojo.

When did he get home?! He was supposed to be coming back later! You were mortified to say the least, trying to cover up your nude body and hide the sex toys, turning to face him with an expression of dread and humiliation on your face.

“I-It’s not what it—” You tried to explain yourself, but you were quickly cut off mid sentence by Satoru.

“Ohh, but I think it’s exactly what it looks like.” He replied, that signature grin of his plastered upon face, making your face heat up even more, the wetness in between your thighs only growing more and more noticeable to you. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know how to get out of this situation. But you didn’t even have to reply to him for him to continue speaking.

“Seems like someone was all hot and bothered without me to fuck them, weren’t you? All needy and desperate, with that wet pussy of yours needing to be filled, hm?” He chuckled after he finished speaking, beginning to walk from the door frame closer to where you were sitting. You began to grow more and more embarrassed, trying to cover your body even more. But, instead of coming up to you, he took the chair which stood neatly near your desk, sliding it out into the open, sitting it right in front of you, before slumping down onto it, a smirk evident on his face.

“You gonna be a good girl and put on a show for me?” He asked, voice sultry and full of desire, his hand reaching down to brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear, the gentle touch enough to make a wave of wetness leave your pussy, shining in the reflection of the light. You were unsure of what to respond with. On one hand, you were desperate to cum again, but then again, could you really go through the humiliation of masturbating in front of Satoru just to cum?

“You gonna keep me waiting, huh? Guess you don’t want a reward then. Bad girls don’t get rewards, you know that, don’t you?” He questioned in a teasing voice, his hand slowly moving towards the obvious bulge in his trousers, struggling to contain itself in the barrier of the fabric covering over it. Even just seeing the bulge reminded you how big he was. Bigger than anything you had ever seen before. You felt compelled to follow his instructions.

Reluctantly, you reached towards the dildo laying by your side, when once again, Satoru’s voice stopped you. “Slowly. Listen to my words and follow my instructions, okay? If you don’t listen to my words, I’ll punish you instead. Is that what you want? Hm? To be punished like the dirty little slut that you are?” His words sounded teasing, yet you knew that they were true. If you ignored his instructions, he would punish you to an extent beyond words.

You nodded your head quickly in understanding and agreement, his words leaving your mind woozy once again, as your fingers slid against the dildo, inching it closer towards yourself, hands shaking slightly from the excitement and nervousness, aligning the tip of the toy with your drenched hole. “Spread your legs further.” He added, his large hand resting on top of his painful boner, gently beginning to palm himself through his trousers. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, complying, spreading your legs further, allowing Satoru easier access to see the glistening wetness that formed in your pussy, causing a low chuckle to escape his throat.

“My my, so wet already, all for me. It’s a shame that it’s not from my doing though.” He spoke, an erotic groan leaving his mouth as he pressed down slightly more firmly on his growing erection, his muscles tensing, acting as eye candy to your arousal. You wished he would just fuck you right there right now, but you knew him too well. He wouldn’t give into your pleas unless you satisfied him first. That’s the type of guy he was. A tease. You loved it yet hated it at the same time. You just wanted him.

You slowly pushed the tip of the dildo back inside you, earning a sharp inhale from you, as your head tilted back, looking up at Satoru through your lashes, eyes glazed over with pleasure, cheeks flushed, breaths shaky. At a slow pace, you slid more and more of the dildo inside yourself, before the base of it met with your aching pussy. Another whimper left your throat at the feeling, covering your mouth with your free hand, earning a ‘tch’ sound from Satoru, seeming displeased by your actions.

“Ah, ah, ah, good girls don’t cover their mouths. You wanna be a good girl f’me, right? Well, be a good girl and uncover your mouth, ‘kay?” He said, looking down at you, meeting your eyes with his icy ones, hand still resting on his trouser clad boner, pressing down, making small grunts and shaky breaths leave his lips.

His words left you wanting more. Much more. You very slowly peeled your hand off from your mouth, letting it fall to the side, allowing your noises to spill from your mouth freely. Still in the slow, taunting speed, you thrust the dildo inside of yourself, whimpering and breathing heavily, wanting to feel more. The way its plastic veins dragged along your soft wet wall, and the way the tip of the toy pushed against your needy g-spot, it made you want the real thing even more.

“Satoru, please, give it to me, please–! Fuck me, fuck me, pleaseplease, ‘lease..! I’ll be a good girl, ‘ll be a good girl for you–!” You cried out, tears beginning to pool in your eyes, threatening to spill out. The pleasure was there, yet it wasn’t enough for you. The way that the sound of Satoru’s groans and sharp breaths filled your ears, and the way that he had finally rid himself trousers off and palmed himself through his boxers with his half-lidded eyes was enough to send you crazy.

“You know that’s not how this works, don’t you? But, you can go slightly faster, since you’re being such a good, pretty girl for me, okay?” He replied to your pathetic cries and pleas. You were thankful that you were allowed to go faster, yet you knew deep down that it still wasn’t enough for you. At least not anymore.

Satoru sat there on the chair, the fingers on one hand teasing at his waistband, the other hand palming his hard dick, pressing and caressing it, making little whines and groans leave this mouth, only encouraging you to get closer and closer to your release. You began to pump the dildo into you at a faster pace, your noises increasing in both volume and pitch. By the end of this, your neighbours would hate you, surely. But that was if you actually had any neighbours that lived right next to you.

“Such a good girl, such a pretty girl. Following my orders. Such a pretty little thing for me.” Satoru spoke in between his own ministrations, looking at your pleasured face, tears of pleasure being the clear indicator of this. Oh how badly he wanted to pick you up, carry you to your shared bed, and fuck you so roughly that by the end, your face would be fucked out, your mind only thinking of his name and the feeling that his dick gave you, with the sheets being soaked through with both yours and his cum. How you wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a while, with your body littered with bites and bruises from his kisses and little nips on your skin. But he knew he had to hold back. At least for now.

He slowly slid off his boxers, an evident wet spot from his pre-cum on them, dropping them down to the ground, next to his trousers. His dick immediately sprang up, hitting against his bare abdomen, resting against the snow white happy trail which led to his v-line, which further led to, of course, his dick. The veins were clearly visible, his tip sensitive and swollen, begging for stimulation. His fingers laced around his cock, holding it in a firm grip, beginning to stroke and fist it as his eyes were solely focused on you, and you only.

You were beginning to feel the coil building up in your stomach again, your thrusts beginning to increase in pace, despite Satoru not saying anything. You were too lost in the pleasure, your mind clouded with lust. You needed to cum. You were so desperate to cum. You wanted, no, needed to feel Satoru inside on you, as quickly as you could. But you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when Satoru spoke.

“Did I say you could, nngh, speed up?” He moaned as he spoke, his strokes being approximately the same speed as yours. He was clearly on the verge of losing self restraint. That’s what you wanted him to do. You wanted him to just fuck you. But he wouldn’t give in. He had some pride to upkeep. But by the way that his hips were bucking into his hand for extra friction, and the way his back began to arch itself off of the backrest of the seat told you everything you needed to know.

“I’m sorry, ‘m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, didn’t mean to– Need to cum, needa cum–” You moaned out, your thrusts slowly slowing back down to the pace you had before, tears of frustration and pleasure forming in your eyes once again. You could feel the tension in your lower stomach building. You could feel your orgasm oncoming. You just wished it would come closer. You needed it to come quicker.

Satoru’s strokes on his dick grew more and more sloppy, giving the indication that he too was also growing closer and closer to his inevitable release. His noises of pleasure and satisfaction grew in frequency, being heard more and more often as he pleasured himself and jerked himself off. “You can cum. Go ahead and cum. Be a good little slut and cum f’me, okay?”

You eagerly nodded your head, desperate to cum, relieved you finally were given the ‘okay’ to cum and speed up your thrusts. Your hand began to push the dildo into you at a quicker and harder pace, making your head tilt back with pleasure, eyes half-closed, as yet another ring of arousal pooled at the base of the dildo. Your thrusts grew sloppier and messier as the feeling grew painfully sweet, telling you that you would soon end up cumming. The tension was building up, making sobs of overstimulation leave your mouth, tears of pleasure running down your face.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, ‘onna cum, please, please, pleaseplease, please– Need to cum, please–!” You cried out, body jerking forwards as the pleasure became too much, the overstimulation taking over your body. It began to hurt slightly, but it felt so good. You so desperately wanted to cum. You needed to cum. “You can cum. Go ahead and cum all over that dildo for me.” Satoru spoke, also on the verge of his own orgasm as he was fisting himself sloppily and quickly. His words of reassurance was all it took for the tension in your stomach to snap for the second time that day, releasing all over the dildo, a high pitched moan leaving you as you felt your cum drip over the dildo and leak down your body. You softly thrust the dildo into yourself as you rid out your orgasm, breaths shaky and laboured, spontaneous jerks from aftershocks occurring for minutes as you came down from your orgasm.

At practically the same time as you, Satoru also felt his release wash over himself, pumping his cock as ropes of cum left his cock, landing on his chest and lower abdomen, with some dripping down his fingers and hand. A loud moan left his mouth as his head fell back, eyes glassy with bliss, his hips twitching forwards as he rutted them against his palm and wrapped fingers to ride out his orgasm. His mind was lost, the only thing in it the pleasure he felt during his orgasm.

The room was filled with heavy pants and breaths, the smell of sex beginning to fill the room. A thin sheen of sweat begins to cover the both of you. Satoru was the one who regained composure first, sucking in one more deep breath as he looked down at you, your body finally stopping with its spasms of aftershocks, now looking more limp, as the toy began to slide out of you. He got up from the chair, sliding it to the side, as he gently and carefully pulled the dildo out of you, earning a quiet whimper from you. He brushed stray hairs away from your eyes, tucking them behind your ears, planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You did so well for me, so well for me. You want your reward now? You want me to fuck you? Fill you up with my cum?” He spoke in a whisper, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, before moving his hands to your body, picking you up, supporting you with one hand under your ass, and the other on your back as he carried the both of you to your shared bed. You rested your head on his chest, eyes half-lidded.

“Can’t, too much, ‘s too much ‘Toru…” You whine, but were quickly shushed by a kiss on the lips that came from Satoru. It was a chaste kiss, a small peck on the lips, just enough to get you quiet, and to leave you wanting more. “Yes you can. You can take it. You can take it like a good girl.” He spoke in a subdued voice, softly placing you on the bed, straddling your hips as he lowered his head back to yours, capturing your lips in a kiss now much more intense and heated.

(PART TWO COMING 😻😻😻)