#jjk gojo

[sum1draws]

[kaitoru]

just the tip satoru

you’ve got him on a leash with one simple request.

“just the tip, satoru. that’s all i want tonight.”

he groans, his lips brushing your neck, his hips twitching, the tip of his cock nudging inside, slow, shallow, just enough to make you gasp.

“you’re making this fucking hard.” he groans, his eyes locked on yours, his jaw tight as he fights the urge to thrust deeper.

“satoru...” you murmur, your hands sliding up his chest, nails grazing his skin, making him shudder, a low whimper escaping him.

“you agreed,” you say, smirking, your legs wrapping around his hips, guiding him, keeping him shallow, your control driving him wild.

“just the tip, baby. you can do that, right?” your tone’s playful, but your body’s trembling, the shallow pressure of him inside you sparking heat, your core aching for more.

he laughs, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath ragged and shaky, his hands gripping your hips harder, fingers digging in, like he’s anchoring himself.

“you’re cruel,” his hips twitched again, pushing just a fraction deeper, the stretch making you moan.

“fuck, you feel so good—too good. im losin’ it, babe.” his eyes are glassy, his control fraying, every muscle tense as he holds back, cock throbbing, begging to sink in fully.

“satoru,” you whine, your hips shifting, taking him a little deeper, making him groan, loud and desperate, his hands shaking.

“be good.” you whisper. “you can handle it, can’t you?” your words are a challenge and he’s eating it up, but his eyes scream how much he’s struggling.

“fuck, im trying-” his voice broke, a whimper slipping out as he pulls back slightly, keeping just the tip inside, his thrusts still shallow, breath hitching with every move.

“so— so tight, babe, its killin me.” his hands slide to your thighs, spreading them wider, his eyes flicking down to where you’re joined, watching himself tease you.

your body arched, hands gripping his shoulders, you gasp, your hips lifting just a bit, tempting him, your core throbbing, wanting all of him but loving the game.

“you’re doing so good, baby, just—fuck, keep going.” his eyes flash, a mix of frustration and want, his lips crashing into yours, kissing you hard, his tongue claiming, his hips stuttering, pushing just a bit deeper, making you both moan.

“don’t say that.” he growls, pulling back to just the tip again, his hands trembling on your thighs. “fuck, babe, i wanna—shit, i wanna fuck you so bad, all the way.” his voice is desperate, eyes pleading, but he listens, keeping it shallow, his body shaking with the effort.

“fuck, i can’t,” he says, his hips stuttering, pushing in a little deeper, just an inch, making you cry out, your body clenching tight, pleasure spiking. “babe, im—fuck, im sorry, i need—”

he cuts off, groaning, pulling back to the tip, his hands gripping your hips, his breath ragged, his eyes searching yours, checking. “you okay? can i— can i keep going like this?”

“yes,” you gasp nodding, your hands pulling him closer, kissing him deep, your tongue tangling with his.

[zaabjam]

sleep over!!

[shelovesosa]

LESSON 1: Pussy Talk

Cw: MDNI, SMUT, ORAL (F RECEIVING)

Art is not mine! Credits to the artist Kayaxxo on X!

You didn’t expect anyone to knock this late.

It’s almost midnight, and you’re in your dorm alone, wearing one of those oversized t-shirts that barely cover your thighs, curled up under a soft blanket with your laptop still open to some half-finished paper. The knock comes once—soft, hesitant. Then again.

You frown, dragging yourself out of bed and padding to the door barefoot. You crack it open—and blink.

“Satoru?”

Gojo’s standing there, messy white hair a little damp like he ran here, glasses slightly fogged. He’s clutching his worn notebook like it’s the reason he came.

You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, giving him a slow once-over. “It’s almost midnight. Don’t tell me you’re here to study.”

He hesitates. “I… yeah.” You raise an eyebrow. “Can I come in?”

You shrug. “Sure.”

He steps inside like a scared cat. You close the door and watch him as he perches awkwardly on the edge of your bed, flipping open his notebook—but not really looking at it.

You sit down across from him. “Okay. Did I forget we were studying?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He fidgets. Won’t meet your eyes. His hand turns a page, then turns it back again. You tilt your head. “Satoru.”

He stiffens. “Yeah?”

“You’re not here for physics, are you?”

He freezes. Silence. You let it stretch long and slow, watching his ears turn red. You smile, soft and teasing. “Are you gonna tell me the real reason you’re here, or do I have to guess?”

He exhales through his nose, shoving his glasses up his face with one hand, and mutters under his breath:

“Iwannalearnhowtoeatpussy.”

You blink. “…What?”

“I want you to teach me how to eat a girl out.”

You blink again. “…Excuse me?”

He groans, hands dragging down his face. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

You pause. Then you laugh—soft and sweet. “You came all the way to my dorm just to say that?”

“And you think I’m just gonna… let you practice on me?”

He nods, almost bashfully. “I mean. Yeah?”

He looks up, cheeks burning. “You’re the only girl who’s ever looked me in the eye for longer than three seconds. You’re smart. You’re… confident. And you know what you’re doing.”

You cross your legs slowly, the hem of your shirt riding up your thighs.

“You’ve never done it before?”

He shakes his head. “Never even kissed someone properly. But I think about it. Constantly.”

You hum. Then rise to your knees and crawl across the bed until you’re in front of him. He holds still, breath caught, eyes flicking down to your lips.

You tilt his chin up. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say exactly what you want.”

He swallows. “I want to eat you out.”

You straddle his lap, dragging his hoodie up until your bare thighs are against his jeans. He gasps.

“You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”

His mouth drops open slightly. “Wait—really?”

You lean down, cupping his jaw, thumb brushing over his cheek. “I’m gonna let you, but only if you listen. And do exactly what I say. Got it?”

He nods rapidly. “Yes. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

You push him gently down onto the rug, watching as he kneels automatically, nervously fidgeting with his sleeves. You hook your fingers into your waistband and slowly tug your panties down, stepping out of them and settling at the edge of the bed, legs spread just slightly.

“Come here,” you murmur.

He shuffles forward, kneeling between your thighs. His mouth is parted, breath shallow as he stares. You can feel how badly he wants to be good at this. You reach for his hand and guide it. “Start here. Use your thumbs. Spread me open—slowly.”

He obeys, hands trembling. He leans closer, eyes wide behind his glasses. “It’s so… warm.”

You laugh softly. “You’re not just here to look, Satoru.”

You feel him swallow. “Right. Yeah.” He stares—like he’s memorizing you.

“See my clit?” you whisper, pointing. “Right there. That’s where your tongue is going to start.”

He leans in tentatively, lips brushing the spot. You suck in a breath. “Good. Now use your tongue—light circles. Just the tip.”

The first touch is shy. His tongue flicks over your clit in a cautious circle, and you hum softly. “Mmm, yeah. Just like that, baby.”

“Feels good?” he asks quietly, voice shaking.

“Feels amazing. You’re doing so well already.” You brush his hair back from his forehead, hips tilting forward. “Flatten your tongue now. Lick me broad and slow—up and down.”

He does, dragging his tongue through your folds, tasting everything. You hear him moan, soft and desperate, as he licks again—sloppier now, more confident.

“You like it?” you ask, smiling.

“It’s fucking delicious,” he whispers, dazed. “You’re so warm… and wet…”

“That's your doing, sweetheart.”

You rest your heels on his back, keeping him close as he licks again, harder now, mouth sealed to your pussy like he’s starving. His fingers dig into your thighs.

“Now suck on it—gently,” you pant. “Use your lips. Not just your tongue.”

He moves, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking tenderly—and your back arches off the bed.

“Fuck, Satoru, yes—just like that.” He groans like he’s addicted already. You guide him with whispers, with praises, with filthy encouragement.

“Good boy,” you pant. “Get it nice and messy. Don’t be afraid to worship it.”

And he does. Licks like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. He moves his tongue in slow swirls, then faster flicks, sucking and licking your clit until your thighs are shaking.“Satoru—I’m close—don’t stop—”

He moans into your pussy, and the vibration tips you over the edge. You cum hard, thighs squeezing his head, hips grinding against his mouth.

He keeps licking—hungry, greedy—until your body goes limp and you have to tug his hair gently. When he finally sits back, his chin is wet, lips swollen, glasses fogged up and crooked. And his smile is… giddy.

“I did good?”

You laugh, breathless, and lean down to kiss his cheek. “you passed with flying colors.”

His cheeks flush hot again.

“…So can I come back tomorrow?”

[rezijellyfish]

Drunk Nerdjo

[tojislovergirl]

jealousy, jealousy ft. jjk men

synopsis: another girl is talking/flirting with the jjk men and you just can’t help but get jealous

cw: crack, threats of violence, established relationship, not proofread

a/n: requests are closed!

[umiiiii1332]

Summer 2006

[oreo-creampies]

‘𝐛𝐞𝐠’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: manhandling, face slapping/pussy spanking, biting, spitting, blood, knife play, power play, bratty!reader, ghostface!satoru, light bondage, ankle cuffs, degradation/praise, ruined orgasm/edging, anal fingers/hints of anal, vibrating dildo, begging, dacryphilia

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! I need me some possessive primal gojo x bratty breakable reader. I can NOT get those thoughts out of my head. Him losing it over head and reader getting a lil into the power just to have it taken away? yes please! Halloween getting closer (yes, I know it is late June..) so the ghostface thoughts are back in my head 😤😮‍💨 (light knife play?) The chokehold that cocky whiney mans has on me rn is despicable! All thoughts, no pressure to make anything of it. Hope your eye feels better lovely ~🌙

Oreo: SAME MOONPIE SAME!

You look sexy deepthroating him. Enthusiastically bobbing your head, with sucked in cheeks and your tongue stuck out. Spit trickles down chin and drips on his thighs.

Your hands feels so soft, massaging his balls and stroking his cock when you glide him out of your throat. Swirling your tongue around his sensitive head making his hips buck.

“Nnnn fuck!” The mask muffling his voice, making his face sweaty. He roughly yanks the mask off his face and tosses it to the side.

Satoru glances down at you, your eyes are wide as you take in his face for the first time. “Ya not gonna turn me in are ya? You’re too much of a greedy whore for my cock to do that?”

He isn’t think straight with your warm wet mouth gliding along his cock. His abs clench, thighs quiver and his cock throbs with a pulse. Any moment he’s going to cum in your mouth.

Tilting his head back and letting go of your hair, Satoru clenches the sofa’s cushion. Whilst loudly moaning your name, “Fuck! Please! Fuck! Nnnn! Don’t stop!”

You glide his cock out, kissing his head, leaving him aching to cum. Unable to resist you order, “Beg more for it.” Satoru yanks your back with a handful of your hair. He presses his cold steal blade to your throat. You clench your thighs together in fear and excitement.

There’s a playful bite to his voice “Beg for it? Princess you got me fucked up, say it again.” The second you open your mouth his hand cracks across your face. A sharp pain erupts in your cheek, and the taste of rust greets your tongue.

You spit in Satoru’s face, causing some of the bloody spit to dribble down your chin. “That attitude is begging for me to fuck it outta ya.” Satoru dips down for a rough kiss, shove his tongue past your lips. He groans when he tastes your blood.

When Satoru pulls away you taunt, “Try me, please fuckin’ try me pretty boy.” He’s beautiful with high cheekbones, pale pink lips, bright blue eyes framed by fluffy white lashes. Whilst his hair is a fluffy white messy that his fingers sliding through could only tame so much.

Satoru sets his knife down and drags you, by your hair, away from the sofa. Taking you down the hallway towards your bedroom. Where he picks you up and throws you onto the bed.

Rummaging through the sex drawer for some rope and lube. Satoru yanks you to the edge of the bed and spreads your legs apart. He fixes your ankles in place with the cuffs he previously attached to the bottom of your wooden bed’s frame. Rendering you unable to close your legs or running away.

He binds your wrist behind your back. “What’s the safeword?” Dragging the knife along your lower back. You’re sexy tied up, helpless, vulnerable whilst dripping wet ready to take his cock.

You say, “It’s clouds.” Shivering when he squirts some cool lube on your asshole. It’s thick slowly dripping until Satoru shoves it in with his finger. The lube bottle resting next to you in the bed.

Satoru smears the the lube deeper with each pump of his finger. “Princess ya fucked up, you think I can let you get away with not listening? I told ya not to stop.” He carves a S slowly into your lower back, taking his time enjoying seeing you squirm and cry in pain.

“Not only did you stop, but ya think ya can order me to beg?” He twists his finger, and slides his finger in to the knuckle. Getting off on seeing your pretty asshole take him, squeezing his finger. Whilst your cries become needy moans.

You remind him, “Nnnn - you got so into it I’m seeing your face for the first time.” You glance over your shoulder. He’s been naked in front of you countless times, but always with that mask. Until he blindfolded you. But now with your hungry eyes studying his face he feels too vulnerable.

He crouches down to bites your ass. Setting his knife aside and squeezing your thigh whilst pushing a second finger inside you. Knuckles deep in your asshole Satoru slaps your pussy sore.

Jerking away from from his ruthless slaps, the bed and cuffs preventing you from escaping. “Stupid cock hungry slut, beg if you wanna cum.” Your cunt is throbbing with a sweet stinging pain, thighs trembling, toes curled into the carpet. Whilst the bed frame digs into hips.

“I said fucking beg!” Satoru stands up behind you, leaning over your body. He finger fucks your sloppy asshole, dragging his tongue between your sweet wet lips.

Snatching his knife off the bed, Satoru lines the hilt of his knife up. Whilst keeping his grasp firmly beneath the ridged hilt. “How did you beg? Fuck! Pleeeease!” Satoru sets his knife aside long enough to line his cock up.

“Dumb brat, I wonder if you’ll still have this attitude after I edge you, lets say nine time. If you don't keep count we can start over.” Nudging his head in between your lips, admiring how his cock vanishes inside you with a rough thrust of his hips. You sweet lips gliding along him.

Bullying your bratty cunt whilst fingering your ass. Your jaw drops and your pussy flutters, squeezing his cock. “I can't- I can't! He fucks you harder, rocking the bed, softly groaning as he gets off on feeling your soft cunt rub his hard cock.

You plea, “I’m sorry I won’t do it again. Promise please, your cock feels so good I wanna cum. Please lemme nnnn!” After half a year since breaking into your house looking for a place to sleep. Which he did after he burried his head between your legs whilst you begged for his cock.

He chuckles then states, “You’ve always been such an easy whore for me. What is it? The muscules, the mask, or the knife, or is it all three?” He grabs your hair, squeezing your ass with two of his finger fingers knuckle deep in you.

He leans overs your body, feeling taller and stronger in comparison to you, trembling and vulnerable beneath him. “Doesn’t really matter. It won’t change you’re my pretty lil’ cocksleeve with too much attitude for your own good.”

Letting your hair go to grab his knife, Satoru holds it to your throat. Whilst using some of his weight to pin you to the bed. He knows your slutty cunt so well, the speed, force and angle to make your cunt quiver.

“Nnnn please lemme cum. I'll behave, I promise!” Satoru leans back and props his foot up on the bed of the bed. Fucking his cock in deeper with the new angle, rubbing your sweet spot.

You’re so wet, warm and tight. Its a struggle to remember not to let you cum. The closer you get the tighter you are around him, pulsing with your slick dripping down your thighs. As it smears onto his balls.

It’s so tempting to let you cum. To let you make a mess on his cock you can suck clean. But the cry of, “Please no! Lemme cum, don't stop!”

Sliding out and smacking your cunt ruining your orgasm. “You can beg better than that.” Swiping his head between your sensitive and sore lips.

He leans over you, grabbing your hair and yanking your head up. “Fuck when did you start crying? Are you really that much of a cum addicted whore you’re gonna cry when I edge you?” Moaning as your sweet cunt hugs his cock perfectly.

You whine, “Yes! I wanna cum! Needa cum! Ya feel so gooooood!” Your pretty tears trickling down your cheeks drives Satoru to fuck you harder. Getting off on seeing the mixture of pain and pleasure in your beautiful expression as he bullies your pussy.

“Fuckin’ hell princess you look so hot when you cry. It makes me wanna cum on your face.” He grabs his knife and presses it into your lower back beneath your bound wrist. “Keep begging princess.”

Oreo’s m.list

[gojofanlol]

pairing: bf!gojo x fem!reader

gojo is literally so cute

gojo was laying on the bed with you on top of him applying cold cream on him while he was smiling so contently "mm. yeah a little bit to the left" youre forcing him to take better care of his face but here you are applying cream to his face like some type of servant

"hold still toru" you say. "i am still, in fact i am stock still" he eplies back. "ugh what ever"

you keep rubbing the cream on his while he looks content like a puppy. why is he doing this you ask? because you promises him kisses after this. hes get his face massaged and getting kisses on top of that? it seemed like a win-win to him

"im almost done" you put a face mask on him and after 5 minutes, take it out only to find him sleep. he looked so cute like that. you squeeze him out of cute aggression and hes still out like a light "come on baby wake up" you poke his cheek and wipe some of his drool of his face. "wake upp" you whine and then you suddenly get an idea. you grab a marker and wrote 'i love my gf <3' on his forehead and put some bows on his hair

you grab you phone and click muntiple pictures of him. you were defitnetly making it your wall paper.

you kiss his porceiln face multiple times after lying next to him and doze off yourself

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star

Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!?

Warnings- this time, lots of fluff, sweet confessions, emotional, mentions of Satoru's past and how he got in the industry, former Nerdjo mentioned. Also explicit sex, oral (f receiving) Gojo worshipping you, breedkink, creampie, fingering, squirting, dirty talk WC this chap- 9.6k

A/N- omg one more chapter, we are at the end! Taglist closed- please comment/rb if you enjoy <3

<<<Chapter Six - Masterlist- Playlist- Chapter Eight >>> (Final! - coming soon)

Chapter Seven

Satoru is nervous.

 He’s never really been on a ‘date’ before, he’s been on many meetings with girls from work, get togethers and hang outs, but he’s never been on something so official, even back when he was with the woman who got him into the industry. They of course fucked constantly, they went out together to hit parties, but it wasn’t that official term, not like this with you.

A real date.

Something he’s been playing over and over in his head for all these months, imagining if things could have gone differently, that night when the girl came up to him, and Nanami came up to you. Could he have said - yes, she’s my date - and not been so fucking terrified of the change? When you looked at him that way, as if you were waiting for his answer, could he have given it?

He shoves all of that back now, it’s all in the past, and the two of you have been in constant contact this week in anticipation, down to you sending him dresses you’re thinking of wearing. Suguru keeps mentioning the dopey fucking grin on his face every time you text him, and every time he calls you, the two of you end up falling asleep on the phone together.

You’re his girlfriend.

He’s actually gotten you a corsage, you maybe thought he was kidding, but he absolutely was not. He’s standing in front of your door, when he finally knocks on it, rapping his knuckles across it, and soon you’ve opened it, standing there so beautiful you make him ache. In so many fucking ways, too.

For every bit of Satoru that wants to rip this pretty little blue dress off you, another part wants to simply kiss your forehead.

The affection is as intense as the longing, the desire to have you with him always, not schedule times and days and work arounds. He knows that is what both of you have to do, but there’s a little part of him that would die to just have you with him, constantly. In his bed, waking up next to him, something he never knew he would want or crave so badly.

Your eyes light up, brilliant without your glasses on, he can’t decide what he likes better - how fucking pretty you are with them, or getting to look into them clearer without them on. You have cherry red lipstick across your lips, and a little blush on your cheekbones, your hair done up in a way that makes him crave yanking it out, letting it tumble and fall over your shoulders as he kisses you.

“Satoru, oh I’m so excited!” You’re grinning, melting his heart then, he swallows a little nervously again, leaning down and tilting your chin up with two fingers.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, you tremble at it, your hands slipping up his chest, over the pretty light blue dress shirt he’s wearing. “We match.”

“We do,” you kiss him again, tugging at his collar, sighing into his mouth at how good it feels. “You look handsome, Satoru.”

“Of course I do.” You snort now, shaking your head and stepping back and tugging at his hands.

“Come in real quick, I need to throw my heels on and get a jacket,” he steps inside, noticing the couch is still very much spotless, no more tangled blankets, he smiles as you sit on the couch then and slip on a pair of black heels. “I’m very, very excited you know.”

“So am I,” he comes over then, kneeling and halting you before you slip the other shoe on, taking it from your hand. He presses a kiss on your bare knee, watching you react, your hands trembling, your breath quickening. “Let me.”

“You’re making me feel like Cinderella or something,” you tease, he laughs a bit softly, eyeing the flustered mess he’s made you. “I could get used to this treatment.”

“I could get used to treating you this way,” he murmurs, securing the little buckle now, hand slipping up your thigh slowly, he leans close, your fingers card through the snowy locks of his hair. “Like a little princess.”

“Satoru,” you lean down and kiss him again, deeper this time, he tugs you close as he sits between your thighs, feeling your heat. You pull back, breath ghosting his lips, he notices he’s kissed just a bit of your tint off, a fainter red now. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you.” You both kiss once more, it takes every ounce of self control not to devour you, that soaking wet little cunt so ready for him to drink up, but he knows you both have to take time, even when your bodies completely disagree. He pulls back and sighs, caressing your cheek carefully. “Don’t make it so hard for me to be a gentleman, do you know what it’s like right now?”

“You’re the one over here making me think insane thoughts,” you pout, and he grins, easing back just a bit. “This is not a good position for you to be in with where my mind is going.”

“And what is your innocent mind thinking of, hmm?” He raises a brow, so charming, still on his knees over your plush carpet. “Blushing, cute.”

“Shh! You know what I’m thinking, it’s not innocent…” you shift a bit closer, his hand slips up the inside of your thigh now. 

“No? Are you being a bad girl?” He grins, still slowly inching up, watching you shift on the couch.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Maybe I wanna hear it,” he kisses your thigh now, watching goosebumps rise where his lips press, hearing your soft whine along with the little pop of his lips. “I can make it happen after the date, if you want it to.”

You bite your lower lip, while he looks up at you under his snowy lashes, just a little red on his own lips now. “I was thinking of places that really miss being kissed by you.”

“Oh, here?” He kisses your knee, and you giggle. “Or… here?” He kisses higher, teasing you with a nip of his sharp teeth.

“No,” he’s chuckling now, fuck he doesn’t remember the last time he felt like this, even with you. It was sexual so quickly and so intense there wasn’t much room for teasing. Your fluttering pulse and quick heart rate are matched by his own, when you run your thumb over his plump lip. “You know where I miss it most.”

“It’s here, isn’t it?” He grabs your wrist now, pressing a kiss along the delicate inside of it, over the little veins raised ever so slightly.

“You found it,” his teeth nip your wrist now, shooting desire hot and heavy, while his fingers slip dangerously close to your core. “Mnh…”

“I know, I can’t wait to taste your sweet little cunt again,” his words are husky, deep toned, that voice that feels like he’s touching you, pulling back now to tug out a pretty bunch of blue flowers from his black jacket. “But I’m going to do this right this time.”

“Satoru, did you really get a corsage!?” You’re giggling, the sound making him melt as he takes your hand now. “I didn’t think you actually would!”

“I told you I would,” he kisses the back of your hand after slipping it over your wrist, little delicate blue flowers adorning it now. “I think now you’re ready for this date, yeah?”

You blink back emotions, kissing him again, he’s still on his knees, arms wrapping your waist, kissing your lips over and over, sighing into them. “Did I tell you, I never went to prom?”

“Never?” He pulls back curiously, and you nod. “Tell me why, I want to know so much, who you were. Were you a little nerd?”

“Of course I was, I just played DnD that night.” He grins then, so handsome he breaks your heart into pieces.

“Guess what?”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t go to mine either. I was also playing DnD.”

“No way!”

“Mmhmm,” he’s chuckling along with you, you kiss him again, a sweet little peck, shaking your head. “I was a nerd.”

“No way, I can’t even picture it!” He shrugs a shoulder and stands now, holding your hands and tugging you up, your head falls back to look at him. “There’s so much I don’t know about the man I fell in love with.”

It’s quiet then, he rests his head on yours, cupping your face, too quiet, your mind races. This will be the third time you’ve confessed, and the prior two were not met with answers, you curse internally, wishing you could keep it under wraps, wondering if you’re pushing it too far. But he pulls back, lips parted, exhaling and studying you carefully.

“You do not have to say it back-”

“I fell in love with you when I fucking saw you,” you pause, a little gasp the only noise aside from your pounding heart, beating so loudly, you can feel it thudding. “It scared the fuck out of me. I tried to explain it away in every different way, it must be your looks, it must be the chemistry, it must be a connection. Anything to avoid knowing what it was.”

“Satoru…” You’re blinking tears, little trails of mascara falling which he swipes up with his fingers.

“I was just really scared. I’ll get more into my past tonight, but I didn’t think this sort of thing was possible. These six months have been fucking torture,” you’re a mess now, while he tugs you closer, hands slipping down your bare shoulders. “I should have said it back.”

“It’s okay, it really is, you weren’t ready just yet.” He exhales, leaning low and kissing you once more, tasting the salty tears that fall.

“I wanted to do this after the date, I had a plan you brat.” You giggle now, as he keeps swiping at your tears. “All this work on your makeup too, want me to fix it for you?”

“You can do makeup?” You ask softly, he nods.

“I did a lot on set. You just need a touch up, though you’d be a pretty racoon, too. Where’s the makeup?”

“Scattered all over the sink,” he sees that clearly when you’re in your bathroom now, there are exactly seven lipsticks set out. “I couldn’t decide!”

“Always red, it’s my favorite on you,” he carefully takes your concealer and wets your makeup sponge like a pro as you watch. “Yes, I know how to do it pretty well.”

“Putting on my makeup and my shoes? I’ll never let you go,” you tease, while he dabs under your eye, touching up the little black spots as you look up. It’s quiet then, but he finishes that, tilting your chin up again. “Do I need more lipstick?”

“Wanna kiss you again first,” he murmurs, pressing his lips on yours, your arms wrapped around his neck, eyelashes fluttering shut. “One more.”

You’re smiling as you pull back, hands slipping down his chest. “I love you, Satoru.”

“I love you, and I wanna fucking bend you over this sink,” you moan softly when he turns you, facing the mirror, his hands on either side, you feel his length pressing against the small of your back, making you heat up. “The last time I looked at you like this…”

“I know,” you look at his eyes, as he leans down, bent at the waist, a big hand splaying the expanse of your tummy under your breasts, palm warm, you lean back against him, feeling every bit of it. “That was an… intense night.”

“It was, there’s this mix of regretting acting that way, and wishing I got to drink all that up,” you barely hold back your desperate whine, he kisses down the side of your neck now, moaning softly in your ear. “Is that terrible?”

“No, it’s not, I feel the same - ah - we won’t make the date if you keep kissing me like this.” He chuckles, pulling back a bit, you’re dizzy from his presence from every sensation.

“Can’t control yourself?”

“Oh!” You turn and shove him playfully, all lit up so pretty for him, he can’t help but feel that tug of affection. “You’re smirking!”

“You’re just so adorable like this.” He kisses you again, before pulling back, eyeing your lipstick, picking the shade you have on. “Here, I’ll fix it.”

Satoru glides the lipstick over your mouth carefully, smiling down at his work, when you wipe the tint of it off his own lips, blushing when he nips at your thumb. “All better?”

“All better, but tonight…” he leans over you again, a wicked little smirk on his handsome face now. “I think I’d like to ruin your makeup. And not fix it.”

“Toru…” He tugs you against him, thigh pressing right where you’re already pulsing around nothing, you arch them, dying for more, it’s been so fucking long since you felt him.

“The tears will be from cumming too hard, too much, not from you being sad,” he whispers, pressing hungry kisses along your jaw line now, until his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Lipstick smeared from where you’ll suck my cock down that tight little throat, from your drool.”

“Fuck…” You’re damn near done for, yanking him down and rolling your hips, his big hands stop you. “Please…”

“After the date, what do you take me for!?”

“You’re ridiculous!” He snorts and you barely manage a cute little glare. “Teasing me, ugh!”

“You’re too cute, I can’t help it.” He fixes the little bobby pins in your hair that have fallen, you watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows.

“Then you better take me out now, before we don’t get to the door.”

“You’re so slutty right now,” he’s grinning against your neck as you push at him, his arm wraps you tightly, lifting you up for a moment with one arm like it’s nothing. “Be a good girl for me.”

“I’m trying, mnh,” it’s impossible not to want him, when he’s literally just fucking carrying you with that one arm to the front door now. “I could get used to this too.”

“You’re going to be a very spoiled girlfriend, hmm?” You bury your face at that, as he chuckles, setting you down in front of your door. “You like that?”

“Yes, I do.” He grabs your jacket from the stand, slipping it over your shoulders now and holding out his hand.

“Then let’s go on a date.”

“Let’s go.”

*****

“If it isn’t Satoru Gojo!” A girl runs up as you and Satoru are seated at the rooftop restaurant he’s brought you to later, overlooking the beautiful skyline below, high up as the sun gently sets.

Everything is perfect about tonight, sitting across from him, the soft candlelight flickering with the wind just a bit, your hands joined as your knees gently brush. He looks at her then, raising a brow, and you tense across from him, remembering the last time you two had gone out to eat. The girl who was his former costar, and you can’t get mad about it, he’s probably just rather popular with his career.

“I haven’t seen you in so long, what a shame,” she says then, slinking on up, her fingers trail his shoulder, when he takes her hand, yanking it off him, narrowing his eyes. 

“I’m clearly on a date with my girlfriend,” his words make your heart race, while you’re nervously fiddling with your hands in your lap. She looks at you in surprise, as if she’d not acknowledged it to even be some possibility. “What did you need?”

“I just remembered having a really good time on set, and was curious if you were into it anymore, I do have my contact info if you-”

“You’re clearly not reading the room,” he cuts her off, and you’ve never seen this side of him. Usually shmoozing and grinning, putting on a bit of a show, this Satoru is far, far different from the last time this happened. He puts a hand on yours and smiles at you, saying your name softly.

“Oh… I didn’t see you there,” she says, nose in the air, you blink and Satoru glares now, his icy eyes fucking insane. “I’m Amber, was a friend of his.”

Her insinuation is clear, clear as Satoru’s jaw tensing.

“Nice to meet you, Amber.” You say, too friendly for Satoru’s liking, he raises a brow and you give him a look - you can’t be rude!?

“To answer you, no I don’t want your info, I’m not doing that now.”

“Ah, I did hear you were modeling, how’d you get into it?”

“Here,” he hands her a business card. “That’s my agent, but if you don’t mind I have a date to focus on.” Resigned, she walks off, and he tilts his head.

“What?”

“Why are you so nice? Should have scowled at her with me.”

“She just likes you, who wouldn’t,” he leans forward now, hand entwining with yours over the table. “You want me territorial?”

“It’d be hot.” You roll your eyes as he smirks.

“You’re crazy, but thank you for telling her um… I’m your girlfriend.” He kisses up your inner wrist, where the corsage sits now.

“Of course,” it doesn’t feel strong enough of a word really, for everything he feels for you, watching you across from him. “All right, so what character did you main?”

“You really were a nerd,” he chuckles, the sound so perfect to your ears then, while you both nibble on your appetizers. “I was a bard of course, and a fire genasi, you?”

“I can see it, I was absolutely a paladin.”

“What kind!”

“Dragonborne.”

“Oh, that fits.”

“What’s that mean, nerdy brat?” He teases, when you lean your chin on your hand, so fucking heartbreakingly pretty across from him it almost steals his breath away, it takes everything to remain calm.

You make him feel every bit the younger boy he was then, stuttering on his words, fumbling nervously on the inside, even though on the exterior he was so calm, so sure. That grin he gives you though? It’s not the practiced one, the sleazy Hollywood one, it’s genuine - it’s him.

Maybe that’s what always scared him.

“So, are we going to play together? I have a group you know,” you tease, poking at him when he just stares for a moment. “Planning a new character?”

“No, thinking how beautiful you are,” you blink a bit in surprise, leaning back with a little intake of breath, those earrings dangling and swaying, casting shadows along the delicate curve of your neck. His fingers trail along it, reaching up to toy with them now. “Too much?”

“No, not at all,” your hand touches his, holding it there as you study him across from you, his pretty pink lips parted, lashes lowering. “I think you’re beautiful too.”

“Of course-”

“Inside too, not just your face, or your body, or even just your eyes,” you stop him in his tracks, eyes burning with the emotions that you bring from your words. “Everything about you.”

“Shit,” he tugs you to him over the table, kissing you in front of everyone, you taste the sweetness of that moscato on his plush lips, sinking into the kiss. “You’re too sweet, I need to drink you.”

“Don’t say that here,mmm…” you pull back, covering your face, hearing his little chuckle. “You’re mean, never mind.”

“Hey, sorry, come back here,” you shake your head, then he stands up, walking over in front of you, making you look up at him. “So we both missed prom to roleplay then?”

“Mmhmm, a destined match.” He hums a bit, as you look around, seeing that some people are watching you both with curious smiles.

“Then let's dance like it is prom, a nerdy little dnd prom with just you and me.” He says softly, playful gleam in those pretty azure depths of his eyes, and your pulse races, nerves making you heat up.

“Dance, here?” You ask nervously, there is music playing, there’s a singer with a guitar, and there’s room to dance on this rooftop, but no one is.

“Yes, since we both were too busy in the dungeon for prom,” he teases, white grin flashing as the soft wind tousles his white locks. “We should dance here and now, together.”

“You’re so insane, but…” He’s standing now, holding out his hand, and you take it, a pretty smile on your face melting him ever further.

He leans low, murmuring in your ear when he tugs you up. “Good girl.”

“Oh, you know what that does.” You’re burying your face against his chest as he chuckles, hand on the small of your back.

“Too cute I can’t help it, c’mon sweetheart,” he tugs you now by your hands, and pulls you in his embrace while the music softly echoes, mixing with the pounding of your heart in your ears. He’s spinning you in a little pirouette, as the people around you smile and murmur your direction. “Look, they think you’re cute too.”

You stumble nervously, he catches you so swift, like it’s a second nature, and you can’t stop the big grin on your face - a lovesick one. One only for Satoru Gojo, one that’s been gone from your face for a long time now. He has one hand in yours, as he sways you along, the waitresses pass by and giggle, whispering how cute of a couple you are.

“You don’t mind if they know I’m your girlfriend?” You ask then, he frowns, shaking his head.

“I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.” You light up, and he realizes when he didn’t acknowledge it to be more before, it must have created more of an insecurity. “I wish I told everyone, especially that Nanami guy.”

“Oh goodness,” his glare shows he’s still very much not a fan, you rest your head on his chest, swaying now. “You know he’s doing OF with Jenna now?”

“What!?” You pull back a bit, nodding. “Do you just attract sex workers like a lamp for moths!?”

“Shh!” You look around at his loud ass voice, and he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I thought you’d be happy he’s occupied.”

“Mmm, whatever, I didn't like his ass.”

“I can tell!”

“Didn’t like how he looked at you,” he tilts your chin up, still swaying side to side now. “Only I can look at you like that.”

“Possessive Satoru, I kinda like that,” he rolls his eyes at your teasing little smile, spinning you again, the wine hits your bloodstream, making you deliciously dizzy. “Maybe I feel possessive too, a little.”

“I knew it, you were holding back.” He eyes the girl who’d interrupted your meal, smirking as he sees your cute little scowl. “No one can catch my eye, okay? It’s just you.”

You falter, almost tripping again in your heels that are just a bit too high, head falling back to look up at him. “Oh…”

“Don’t cry again, not yet,” he presses a kiss on your forehead, warm to the touch of his lips, while the breeze gently blows cool waves of air, making your dress fly up just a bit. “Of course you’re all I see.”

“I will cry again,” you warn, eyes glassy already, as the song ends, and he spins you once more, until your back is against his chest, and his arms are wrapped around you. “Thank you, Satoru.”

“Of course.” People clap around you quietly at your little dance, when he guides you back to the table, but this time he sits the chair right next to him, a hand on your thigh under the tablecloth. His eyes lock with yours when you bite at your lip, he tugs it from the grip of your teeth. “Only I should get to bite it.”

“Only you, hmm?” He nods, leaning close, when a waitress comes with your orders, and he gives you a quick kiss, starting to cut up your food without thinking about it. “Satoru, you're very thoughtful, you know.”

“It’s nothing, I hope you like this,” he slips a bite into your mouth, juicy and tender, your eyes flutter shut as it fills your taste buds. “What do you think?”

“It’s so good!” He smiles at that, feeding you another bite now, ever so carefully, dabbing at your lips with a napkin. “You’re spoiling me.”

“I haven’t spoiled you yet, not even close,” you sip your wine, scooching even closer, your legs crossed, his hand firm on one. “I think I’ll like having a girlfriend to spoil, take you shopping, make you dress up for me.”

“You don’t have to do all that, you know.” He frowns a bit at that.

“What if I want to, will you let me?” He brushes a tendril of hair back that the wind keeps sweeping forward, the sky is darkening, the purples and oranges fading, the sun set over the horizon now. The lighting just makes the angles of his face sharper, the glow of his skin prettier.

“I’ll let you do anything,” you clear your throat then, blushing. “Well that sounded freaky.”

“I know you’d let me do anything, sweetheart I haven’t even gotten started showing you things. That blush is so pretty.”

“Oh!” You cut up some of his food then, putting it in his mouth, he eagerly takes a bite off the fork. “Yes I’ll let you take me shopping.”

“Good girl.”

“Satoru!” His hand slips up higher, surrounded by lively people and music. You get so nervous, but more excited, when his thumb brushes a little circle along the inner part of one thigh.

“You really like that, hmm?” His words are practically a purr, you narrow your eyes, but he already sees them dilate. “Are you wet already?”

“Shh,” you panic, but he’s just chuckling, pulling his hand back just a bit so it’s at your knee. Still tense, your entire body is reacting to his every movement as he sits next to you. “So you had said you wanted to tell me a few things?”

“Yeah I did,” he sighs, taking a sip of his blush wine now. “For courage.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready for.” He loves that about you, the way you’ve never pushed him - even if you should have truly. He picks up your hand and presses a gentle kiss on the back of it.

“So I was indeed a nerd, so nerdy in fact I may have been a virgin in college still.” You nod just a bit.

“Nothing wrong with that, not at all.”

“Right, but I thought there was something wrong with that, wrong with me I guess,” you frown now, heart aching for him. “I didn’t embrace it like you.”

“That’s okay, I’ll bring nerdy Satoru back.” He scoffs playfully at that, still holding your hand, you sip your drink, studying him carefully.

“So I met this woman, she was older. Like thirty, and she was someone who I guess started really noticing me, like as a man and not a nerdy little boy. I became really enamored with her, obsessive I guess…” You nod, listening, but he pauses. “Will this be weird to hear? Another woman?”

“It’s your past, absolutely not. I want to know more.” You set down your glass, still holding his hand now. “Go ahead.”

Fuck he loves you.

He blinks snowy lashes, they cast little shadows against his eyelids when he stares back at the hand he’s holding. “She was a very famous pornstar, I assumed out of my league, but she wanted me. And I guess I got a high off of it, it’s probably where I started associating sex with affection? Fuck I feel like you’re my therapist.”

“We probably both need one after what we did to each other.” He grimaces, nodding now. “But go ahead, I want to know.”

“I lost my virginity on set,” his voice is very quiet, just a murmur, and your heart aches then. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”

“But that seems kind of insane? Especially really young?”

“I loved that shit, I was all about it.”

“Did you love it, or just love her?” He looks at you then, shaking his head.

“Whatever I thought I had, nothing has come close to what I feel for you,” your breath catches, when he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it again. “I know it wasn’t love.”

“But you may have thought so, like I did with my ex,” he nods then. “I know now that it wasn't anything like this.”

“It wasn’t, but I suppose I was infatuated. We did this scene and I became some fucking sensation overnight, all my plans to do physics were changed when I realized that I could make millions fucking my girlfriend.”

“You wanted to do physics?”

He smiles then. “That’s what you heard?”

“Yes, that’s insanely difficult. And very interesting.”

“My parents pushed me into it, and I was good at it, I was top of my class at UCLA and all that shit. I don’t know, something about doing porn instead really made me feel rebellious or something.”

“It’s understandable.”

“You have not a single rebellious bone in your pretty body,” he leans low, fingers entwining now. “It’d be hot if you were bratty for me though.”

“Would it be?” You lean closer, necklace tantalizing him against your collar bone as it gently moves.

“Fuck yes it would be.”

“You’re distracting from the topic,” he pouts, even as you press him. “You lost it on set, and you enjoyed it?”

He leans back now, long lanky legs spread, brushing against your own. “Yeah, I did enjoy it, I guess. We got heavy into the industry, but of course she was with other people. It was her job.”

“But that hurt you.”

“Yeah, the shit hurt me. I was jealous a lot," he eyes you then. “I guess how you felt when you saw me doing that video.”

“It did make me unreasonably jealous,” you admit softly. “But I knew it was your career.”

“Yeah, I did too. I started doing my own shoots, I eclipsed her in fame, and she wanted to retire. But, I didn’t. She mentioned how much I changed, but she didn’t realize she changed me.” You blink back emotions, thinking of how a younger Satoru must have been, a sweet physics major, shy and nervous. The thoughts melt you and hurt you simultaneously.

“Deep down, you’re still just you.” He looks down at his glass, as a waitress comes and refills each of your wine glasses up. His fingers brush up the stem of it carefully.

“I almost did that to you, what she did to me.”

“You did not-”

“Yes, yes I did.” He cuts you off now, and you shake your head. “I didn’t accomplish it, or mean to do it, but just how I got into the industry for her, you were willing to for me. You just had enough sense to catch yourself. I got too into the lifestyle.”

“It was ultimately my choice, and I’m not in college and completely innocent here.”

“Damn near were, and not much older than I was. You can disagree, but I saw myself doing it, and couldn’t stop. I was so selfish for you.”

“And I was for you,” you lean closer, impossibly closer, the two of you damn near snuggled on that rooftop, a hand resting on his forearm over the soft material of his suit jacket. “Maybe being in love makes you dumb and selfish, and both of us really were.”

“You weren’t -”

“I was,” your turn to cut him off, he disagrees and opens his lips for you to put a finger against them. “Don’t take all the blame here, when we both were really bad at admitting things, expressing ourselves.”

“You stop taking so much blame then,” his words are quiet, meant for only your ears when he cups your face, thumb brushing your overheated cheek. “You are still a good girl, what you did doesn’t change that, okay?”

“I know that, and I got a bit of a rush from it, like you mentioned, not from them seeing me, but for when you called me your star.” He kisses you then, hungry and desperate, a kiss that should be in privacy, but he can’t stop it.

“You are,” he whispers, you whine into his lips when he barely has the ability to pull back. “Check?”

“Check.”

*****

The drive back is a blur, when Satoru damn near carries you out of the car, a stumbling mess of kisses until you’re in the elevator, heading up to his penthouse. He’s got you lifted like it’s nothing, pinning you against the wall, after the drive was nothing but torturous touches, caresses, kisses. The need in both of you is so intense it’s impossible to breathe.

The moment you walk into Satoru’s penthouse, he turns and presses you against the door, cupping your chin and slamming his lips on yours. You meet his kisses with desperate, needy ones of your own, your purse falling to the floor right along with the jacket he slips off your shoulders. You’re trembling when he presses hungry kisses along your now bare shoulders.

“Satoru,” you’re whispering his name, just like a needy little plea, when he unzips your dress ever so carefully, the cool metal against your overheated skin. “Mnh!”

“If you want me to stop, tell me now sweetheart,” he whispers, exposing the expanse of your back when the dress spills, breasts gripped in each of his hands, your head falls back as he squishes them in his grip. “If you don’t want this yet…”

“I want it, I want all of you.” He moans and kisses you again, one hand staying on your breast, the other tugging that dress down your hips.

“I need you sure, I can wait,” he whispers, you step out of the dress that’s around your ankles now, still in your heels, making you just a little taller, enough where he can easily touch your cunt bending down just a bit, you whine out at the contact. “I’ll wait forever for you.”

You blink back tears at that, looking up at him with lidded eyes, one of his hands now entwines with yours over the cool, slick white paint of the door, the other touching your cunt over your panties. You bite back a moan, a mix of love and desire, emotions and need, looking up into his brilliant blue eyes, dark and dilated in the dim lights of his living room.

“I’ve waited so long, for you to be back in my life,” you say then, sniffling back just a bit of tears, he pauses his touches, for you to put his hand back, looking at him under your lashes. “I want you in me, on me, with me. Please.”

“I’ll give you anything,” he kisses you again, you move his finger under your panties, earning the slick spilling down both your fingers. “Fuck you’re so wet f’me, so ready aren’t you? For me to cum inside you?”

“Y-yes, please, please - ah!” Satoru’s fingers slip inside, now your own slick ones grip his wrist as they pump. Your eyes roll back, mouth open in a desperate cry when he curls them just so in your spot, the one only he knows, exhaling as he feels your gummy walls tighten.

“There it is, did you miss me sweetheart?” He asks softly, cocky and arrogant, but you fucking love it, you nod eagerly, earning a turn of his plump lips. “Show me how much you missed it, let me feel her cum f’me.”

He’s working them faster, in that maddening fucking rythm he knows you can’t handle, you tighten up then. “T-too much!”

“No honey, don’t tighten up, already too fucking tight, let go,” his whispers urge you on, spreading your thighs and exhaling. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

“F-fuck!” You’re arching for more, bare ass pressed against his thighs, his cock leaks precum through his boxers, against his slacks, as he feels your muscles contract, your walls quiver. “M’gonna - ngh, Satoru…”

“That’s it, give me it, please baby,” he’s whiny and desperate even as he controls you, with those long fingers shoved so deep, and you shatter for him. You’re gushing as the orgasm hits you, rocking your entire body, you’re trembling and whimpering when the pleasure shoots everywhere, and he slips his fingers out with a pop. “Fuck, you did so good.”

He turns you now, you’re wobbling, he has to hold you firm, slipping his fingertips coated in your arousal across your lips. “Mnh… can’t stand…”

“I’ve got you, god just look at you,” he worships your body while your tongue laps that slick off, hands gently grazing your breasts, you eagerly shove off his jacket, he loosens that black tie, kissing you again, holding you steady while you threaten to fall on your own damn heels. “Need to drink you up.”

He’s slipped your panties down then, a soaked fucking mess, before slipping a thigh over his shoulders, looking up at you under snowy lashes, running a thumb down your slit. You’re shaking, head falling back and smacking the door. “Ow!”

He chuckles, and you giggle, his breath ghosting your inner thigh then. “You better not get a concussion on the night I get to taste you again, clumsy little thing.”

“I can’t hold steady - ah! Oh my god,” he kisses your hood now, lips right above your hood, your fingers slip through his silky strands, hips arching. “I missed that so much.”

“I will eat you out all you want tonight,” he smirks then, tongue flicking up your slit, you clench around nothing while he collects the pooled arousal around your little hole, making you gasp in pleasure. “I’ll eat my cum out of you too, over and over.”

“Please,” you’re tugging his teasing mouth closer, his tongue going in the slowest circles, all while you can hardly see, still blinking fuzz from your orgasm. “Oh!”

“Go ahead, don’t be shy, use me baby,” his words end you, that desperate look his pretty face has on it, the way he tugs you closer, a hand firm on your ass. “Use me all you want, fuck out all those frustrations on m’face, huh?”

“Ngh…” You tug him against you firmly then, cunt spasming around his long pink tongue, his nose bumps your twitchy clit, already sensitive from his fingers, and you do just that.

Your hips arch and roll, riding his pretty face as much as you want, as much as you’ve craved and missed, six months without him worshipping you on his knees. And it’s what he’s doing, in between filthy words and sweet ones, praising and teasing, torturing and giving. His mouth whispers how much he wants this, even as you suffocate him with your cunt.

“That’s it, keep fucking my face,” he whispers, and you’re lost to him, he’s pinned your hips firmly, as you barely hold yourself up on one leg, tongue lavishing inside your hole, between your folds, when you tense, tightening again. “No, let go, now. Let me drink it all, baby.”

You’re done again with one practiced flick of Satoru Gojo’s tongue, this time more intense, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth pushes you over that edge again, watching from on his knees as you cum for him. You’re hoarsely crying out his name as he palms his erection, straining and aching to be inside you. “Satoru, please.”

“Need more?” He teases, letting you go with a pop of his lips, while you’re still gasping for air, and he’s just smiling up at you the way he does, licking his glossy lips. “Mm, so sweet.”

“Need you inside me, now…” You tug at his silky hair now, he eases a thigh down, pressing more kisses on it. You’re flushed as he stands up, your legs giving out damn near, but he’s got you, wrapping an arm around your hips as your fingers flit to his belt.

“That needy, that eager baby?” He teases, a flash of a grin, but when his cock springs free he whimpers, clear as day, that sound you fucking miss so badly. “Fuck…” He trails off as you free him, stroking his pretty length, you run your thumb over the tip of him as he unbuttons his shirt, lapping up his precum, making his cock thicken. “You have to be this fucking sexy?”

“I missed your taste,” you tease softly, earning his moan when he quickly gets naked, filling your gaze with the perfect body, your fingers trail over his abdomen before he stops them, pressing your wrists against the wall. “Let me touch you.

“No, I can’t handle it,” he’s hoarse against your ear as he leans down, lips brushing the shell of it. “I’ll cum in your pretty little hand, and embarrass myself.”

“No, I’d just make you cum again, in my mouth,” you whisper back in his ear, so bold like he’s never heard you, your fingers pressing against his strong back now. “Then inside me.”

“Fuck me,” he grumbles,  you’re giggling but it’s halted when he lifts you like you’re nothing, and you cling to him, gasping. He chuckles, the sound warm against your skin, and he’s kissing your neck, his cock nudging against you, hard and demanding at your soppy entrance. “You’re talking a lot for a girl who just drooled.”

“What now,” he grins as he pulls back, and you feel the stretch, but he just holds it there. “Toru, please, stop teasing.”

“You’re too pretty not to tease,” he leans low, kissing your lips, eyes locking with yours, your thighs pressing on his narrow hips, your heat just burning against his sensitive tip. He swallows, emotions present he never acknowledged before, but he can’t hold back anymore, as he whispers your name. “God I’ve missed your taste, your scent, your sweet little cries, all of it. All of you.”

“I missed all of you, Satoru - mnh!” He presses in then, head resting on yours, you taste yourself on the breath that ghosts your swollen lips, when he starts stretching you out. “Oh f-fuck, m-missed everything.”

“I missed being gripped like this,” he whispers, pulling back and slipping further, she’s stretching to accommodate him, your whines filling his ears, his mind, as your heels press against his back, the sight so fucking filthy - him fucking you on his door - everything he’d dreamed of for so long. “I missed your pretty face.”

“Oh my god I… you…” You’re a mess, tears falling in pleasure and love, while you feel Satoru giving himself to you, the vulnerability, the sweet pressure deeper and deeper inside you. “M-missed yours, missed your voice, missed you.”

“I missed you, every fucking day,” he takes a shaky breath, shoving his thick cock deeper now, blue eyes so dark and glittery with his tears, while he fills you so deep you feel him fucking everywhere. “I never, ever want you to leave again. Say it,” he shoves his cock fully then, you gasp at it. “Say it, please.”

“Never again,” your answer ends him, he’s desperate now, no longer gentle once he knows you can take him, he’s pushing your back against that door, his mouth claiming yours again, his tongue dripping saliva and the lingering taste of your cunt along his mouth, mixed with him. “Mnh!”

“Fuck,” he’s lost in you now, and everything gets fucking heady, you’re dizzy, his thrusts and kisses are just like a drug, intoxicating and fucking addictive. You’re lost in his kiss, his scent, his touch, just Satoru Gojo. While his huge hands slip down to your ass, he is lifting you up and dragging you down fully on him. “Got you so fucking full, don’t I?”

You’re nodding, helpless, as he bottoms out as much as he can, and your cunt is dripping down his length, down his balls and your ass, which smack with filthy noises, heavy and ready to bust inside your eager little hole. His teeth sink into your neck as he lifts you, uses you, shoving you harder and harder until your lower back bruises, until your head smacks the door again.

You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, while his cock is thrusting inside your ready, slick heat, making you bite your lip so hard it almost bleeds. He pulls back and brushes his thumb on it, sighing as it smears red like your lipstick. “Don’t hold back, lemme fucking hear every cry, every moan, every scream.”

“Ah!” You do just that, screaming when he’s got his tip grinding on your cervix, you’re desperately struggling to take him all, the pressure so intense in your core. “So big, fuck you’re so big.”

“You can take me, cunt is made f’me, only me,” he’s lost now, in all of you invading every sense he has, as he works you. “Say it.”

“Made for you,” you whisper, ruining him, your fingers feeling the heat and muscle of his strong body as he pumps inside you, his hands roaming your body with a familiarity that no one could ever have. The way he touches you, the way he knows you, like he’s meant for you.

“Only me.”

“Only you, m-meant for you.”

Your words make him pause, even as he’s losing control, pulling back from the process of leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, a growing bruise making his instincts to keep you forever flare. His lips are parted, fucked out as you are, as he pauses with his cock buried as fully as he can get it. He swallows and brushes back your hair then, falling pins still clattering to the floor.

“Meant for me,” he repeats softly, then picks you up further, firmly inside of you, slamming you down like some doll in the air. You scream out, clinging tighter as he turns with you, effortlessly. “You are meant for me.”

“For you.” He moans and kisses you again, carrying you until you’re laid on just a section of his very fancy suede couch, soft under your skin as he lays you down, tugging the rest of your hair out.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching it fall across one of the little gold decorative pillows, splayed underneath you so pretty. Even with his cock inside you, still getting gripped by your walls, he can’t help but be lost in your beauty. “Perfect.”

“No…” he grips your chin, shaking his head then, and you feel it, you’re perfect for Satoru.

“You are perfect,” he murmurs, slowly entering you this time, lifting your thigh until it’s high over the back of the couch, kissing up your calf now, sinking deeper and watching your head fall back, your tits jiggle as your back arches. “Perfect for me, aren’t you?”

You nod eagerly, earning his pleased moan as he lets you adjust again only to press your leg over his shoulder, leaning forward, you’re stuffed so full he can see it, the sight almost ending him. You’re gasping and wriggling at just how full he has you, his tip leaking precum right against that cervix, a hand splaying your stomach, feeling how his cock moves in your body.

“Look at that, too big for you, hmm?” He’s taunting now, that feral energy tinged with an aching sweetness, you barely manage to gasp when he slams hard inside you now. “Can’t talk, baby?”

You can only helplessly whine out his name, as he fucks you again, harder this time, hips slamming into you, you feel him stretching you wide open, pushing you further than you can think, while your cunt clenches around him. He moans when your  juices gush out, making a mess of him, the little silvery white trail under his flat belly button already coated in you.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, so tight, god,” he groans out as he watches you, the way your tits jiggle more and more with every mean stroke, the way your face contorts in pleasure, that mouth in that perfect O, your brows furrowing. All while with fuzzy vision you study him, his jaw clenched, his muscles straining, sweat dripping from his skin onto yours.

“You’re s-so deep,” you whine out, he groans and leans forward, pressing into you so hard you cry out. “Toru!”

“I can’t hold back, can you take me baby?”

You want to demand how this is holding back, then remember filthy fucking nights. You blush, nodding then, and he exhales, slamming your cunt so hard you’re both a mess. You want it all, his desperate needy strokes, the way he grips you so tight you bruise - you want it, his marks, his thrusts, all while he’s pushing you over the edge, another orgasm about to end you, make you fucking delirious.

Need built for months and months, both of you drowning in it, as it consumes you, and he’s whispering your name over and over. “You need to cum, don’t you sweetheart?” You just nod, helpless, your throat so tight when he leans back, rolling his hips just so. “Then cum, lemme feel her.

Your nails are digging into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his pale skin, and he hisses at the pain, wanting more of it, fucking you harder, faster, skin smacking and squelching wetness loud and filthy. “Close, m’so close I - ah!” You’re damn near sobbing the words, this time your tears are from how much you want him, so they just make him harder, pulsing inside you.

“Cum for me then, let me feel how much you’ve missed me sweetheart, let go, you can do it,” he’s urging you when he rolls them again, dragging your spot just right, and you shatter around him. “That’s it, f-fuck, that’s it baby…”

Your pussy is clamping down like a vise on his cock, milking him for all that cum you so desperately want poured into you then, he whimpers at it, at how close you have him as your pleasure hits you. He holds back, just watching, swallowing nervously as he sees your drool spill down your smeared lipstick, sees your eyes fluttering shut and trying to focus on him.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, just for you to tremble, thighs shaking as you feel him. “Do you want all this cum inside you?”

“Please,” he moans now, leaking more and more from his pink tip stuffed in your hole. “W-want it.”

“Want me to breed your perfect little cunt?” Satoru loses it then, seeing your eyes light up, confusion and curiosity mixing together, biting your lower lip. “Don't know what that is, sweet girl?”

You shake your head, he leans low now, lifting your thigh higher, stretching you out. Your head falls back when he grips your face between his hands, exhaling. “What is it?”

“Fuck babies into you, hmm?” You gasp, heating up then, blushing furiously, he chuckles softly. “You're so precious.”

“Y-you wanna put… babies in me?” You're a mess then, the thoughts wrecking you, he groans, breath against your lips.

“So many, so much cum inside you, keep you forever,” his words fuck everything up more and more. “Have you round with me, tits so full.”

“Satoru!” You're close again, he smirks, leaning up, jerking his hips to slam inside you again, you cling to him, whining. 

“You like that idea, don't you baby?” You nod, the images overwhelming as his lips hover. “Should I breed your pretty cunt?”

“Yes, I want it, I want you -mnh!” He slams his lips against yours, groaning deep into them, his cock pulsing as he fills you up with his hot cum, so much it's flooding you with warmth.

“Fuck, sweetheart, taking it all aren't you?” He whispers, whining out as you cup his face with your hands, kissing him over and over, while he pumps more and more. “Perfect, slutty little hole, only wants to be filled by me.”

“Only you.” You gasp as he pumps more, and for a moment, you just look at each other, breathing heavily, hearts racing. His thrumming under your palm, his chest slick with sweat. He kisses your palm, rocking inside you again, watching your eyes roll back as his cum slips down between you two.

“I fucking love you,” You blink back tears, as he cups your face, brow resting on yours while he takes a breath. “I have loved you since I met you. I just wish I said it sooner, baby.”

“I love you, so much Satoru, since I saw you across that party,” tears slip out of the corner of your eye, his own fall, as he takes in how precious you are. “I want this forever.”

“So do I.” He's kissing you over and over, he's finally taken your heels off, starting a hot shower and carrying you like a little princess in his arms. You can't help but fall further, every second in his arms.

“I never thought I'd have this again,” you trail off, under the hot spray of water  while Satoru washes your hair gently. “It's even better than before, when I held back.”

“Me too,” he rinses your hair out, exhaling as he kisses across your neck. “You’re always my little star.”

His words destroy you, body relaxed under the shower now tensing with need, as you look up at him, water droplets trailing along his hard body, his pretty face. “Satoru did you um… keep a copy? For you?”

He chuckles then, kissing your neck and shaking his head. “I felt so terrible, no. I regret not being able to see it but it didn't feel right.”

You turn in his arms, cupping his face gently. Leaning up, you kiss his lips, water dripping across your bodies. “I could have handled that better.”

“You didn't handle that in any way but how you needed to, it's okay. Why do you ask?” You blush even under the hot water and he smiles a bit. “Do you want to make a private video?”

“Yes, but only us, just for us,” he moans at that, exhaling as you press a kiss on his throat. “I liked being your star, I just only want your eyes on me.”

“And I want to be the only one that ever sees you, just me,” he whispers, the hot rushing waterfall above being blocked by his broad shoulders as he holds you. “When you’re ready, we’ll get a whole plot for it. And costumes.”

“Costumes!” He grins now.

“Yes, costumes. Fuck I’d love to dress you up, too,” you heat up at the suggestion. “Little nurse costume, a sexy teacher.”

“Would you be my student?”

“Mmm, I’d be the worst one,” you’re kissing again, so happy it’s terrifying, after months and months of heartache. You’re quiet in his arms later, as he holds you against him, the soft satin of his pillow against your cheek. “What are you thinking, hmm?”

“I’m scared,” you admit softly, he sighs and leans over, cupping your face delicately and studying you in the night. “That this will all just end, and I’ll go back to being so sad and alone.”

“I know what you mean,” he admits. You blink back tears now, studying the man you love. “I was afraid you wouldn’t even go out with me today, then more afraid I’d some how fuck it all up.”

“No, everything was just perfect, and you couldn’t. I just want to be around you, Satoru, only you,” he exhales and kisses you again, the fear of losing him once more slowly subsiding with each press of his lips, each gentle touch that builds to more and more. “I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart. Pretty little star,” he kisses you heavier now, as you’re turned in his arms, tugging you closer against him as you straddle him, heat pressed against his cock. “My star.”

“All yours, ah, I’m sore,” you admit softly, when he’s grinding his cock on you, he smiles a bit, watching your face flush while you arch your back. “It’s been too long.”

“Didn't you touch yourself to me?” He taunts, but you shake your head.

“Not because I didn’t want you, I did, I was um… just so sad.” He exhales, hands slipping down your waist, rustling the silky blankets.

“I won’t let you go without me again.” You fall into him once more, his gentle guiding of you as you ride his cock, shoved so deep, it’s intimate, the way your hands rest on his chest, the slow strokes. So intimate you feel ever closer, ever more in love with every look, touch, kiss and sigh.

His cock is stretching you again, but his thrusts are easy, letting you have the control, letting you take what you want, what you need. You cum again and again, almost passing out from the pleasure, from your sore cunt contracting around his thick cock. When he fills you again - with impossibly more of his cum - you’re crying from how good it feels, how close you feel to him.

When you’re exhausted, and he’s already taken care to clean you up again, and make sure you have water, he’s brushing your hair back, watching you fall asleep. And one thing keeps resounding in his mind - that he doesn’t want you to go home, that he just wants you in his arms forever.

“I wonder if we could get a place together, just you and me,” he whispers, but you’re already snoring. Satoru smiles against your soft hair. “I’ll keep practicing for when you’re awake.”

I'm a little emotional ending this one, these two stressed me out but I love them very much. Hope you all enjoyeddd!

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[lily-bisque]

ᯓ✦ WITHIN AN INCH OF MY LIFE

synopsis: this pretty boy has got a thing for you threatening his life.

contents: explicit smut, canon universe (curses), piv, doggystyle, cowgirl, death threats, knife play, semi-public sex, spitting, degradation, stuffing panties in mouth, cum play, nicknames (ex. baby, darling, pretty), and really pathetic gojo.

wc: 1.4k

“Satoru, you are out of your fucking mind. She had a blade against your throat.”

“Well, she also saved my life. So I say it cancels out.”

“It does not, you imp.”

Gojo rolled his eyes lazily, fiddling with the bandage wrapped around his head with a single digit, legs sprawled onto a staff desk as Geto gave him hell. He was drowning him out, though—running his tongue over his lower lip as he recalled the events of the last twenty four hours, and the three hours he didn’t include in the report he’d given to the wiry and ancient higher-ups and only now relayed to his counterpart.

You were a sorcerer gone AWOL, thus the Japanese Jujutsu Sorcerers Association finding out you’ve been turned into a curse user, placing a bounty over your head, dead or alive for all they cared.

No one dared to go out of their way to battle you, an individual with a finicky technique but nothing short of powerful. And Gojo liked to keep an eye on you from time to time, checking in on your worldly domination progression. 

It was happening. Incredibly slowly and laughably as Gojo stated, but still happening.

So when he’d seen you attempt to practice sparring with some first grade curse and lose miserably, he decided to step in.

You’d caught wind of his oppressive cursed energy, unsheathing your dagger and pressing it against the wavering infinity around his jugular.

He chuckled, as easy as the day, before brushing you off with a smug comment of how he’s “here to save the day.”

Though, he was wholly unprepared for when the curse had sprayed something akin to bear spray in his six eyes while he was admiring you.

The curse wrapped a tendril around his ankle, dragging his lanky form across the floor, before you scowled and stepped in to quickly exorcise the distracted curse.

“That was a close one, huh?” He chuckled weakly in some gas station rest stop as you helped him flush his eyes out.

“You almost got yourself killed.”

He shut the faucet off, peering over at you with red-rimmed eyes, massive hand brushing against your waist, donning his signature shit-eating grin. “Baby, you know I can’t die.”

And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Gojo had an effect on you that you had no abilities to repel.

He’d pushed you up against the door, flipping the lock from VACANT to OCCUPIED in a flash, lips crashing against yours with no remorse. 

You jumped, legs encircling his muscly waist and groaning. Your fingers found themselves threading into his milky tresses, applying just the slightest bit of pressure and tugging backwards, earning a whine from him.

You broke the kiss with a wet pop!, sending Gojo a flushed but confused expression. “Are you like… a masochist?” You breathed out with a chuckle, chest caving with your heavy gasps for air.

His sapphire eyes flashed with something akin to hunger that you hadn’t expected, the shitty restroom lights flickering before returning to their steady glow, only sending more confusion wiring through your muddled brain. “Yeah. Turns me on when you wanna kill me.”

Your jaw fell slack at the sound of his sudden admission, but he gave you no time to think it through when his lips reclaimed yours with a feverous need, mouths moving in tandem as you swapped saliva and bumped teeth.

Someone yelled something about taking too long just past the door you were currently pinned to, but Gojo just snapped his fingers and the sound went silent. There’s no way he killed that dude right…? Definitely. He just lowered a veil. Yup.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he whined as he bowed into you, pressing the hardened tent in his uniform slacks against your clothed and damp core.

You nuzzled your face against his neck, drinking in his scent, rocking your hips slowly as your sexual frustration only grew. “J-just shut up and fuck me.”

You had no idea how long he’d been waiting to get his hands on you, so he wasted no time now that he had you in his grasp.

He moved quicker than the blink of an eye—one second you were straddling him mid-air, the next your face was pressed against the door with your panties between your teeth. Gojo leaned over, and you could feel the ridges of his shaft rub against your drooling folds. “Stay quiet for me, darling, hm?”

That was certainly not an easy feat. Not when Gojo was pushing into you like he was on his death bed and you were the last lick of divination he could get a taste of.

He hadn’t gotten you prepped, but you were already slick and dripping as his cock impaled you to the hilt. He bottomed out with a groan as you squirmed, fingers twitching and grasping at nothing as you futilely attempted to ground yourself in reality.

“Thats it. Bigggg stretch f’me,” he huffed, eyebrows drawn in as he peered down the bridge of his nose, watching where he disappeared into you as he moved in a slow cadence, allowing you to adjust.

Your teeth grinded against the lacy fabric itching the inside of your cheeks, drool dribbling from the seams of your lips as your eyes glossed over in lust.

Gojo was not moving fast enough for your liking.

But you had an idea that would get him moving. 

Spitting your panties out, you bent over to slip a dagger from your boots, placing the hilt between your teeth, before throwing your arms around Gojo’s head to skim your fingers through as he rutted slowly and sloppily into you.

And the strongest sorcerer of the modern world was nothing short of distracted, dizzy with the ripples of your ass with each thrust.

You grabbed the hilt with one hand and placed it against his throat, just like you had earlier, fisting his hair with your other hand, the sharp edge  of the blade lain just above his pale skin. He gasped, infinity flickering on for a moment, before he turned it off.

“Hm? What’s this, pretty?” He eyed it, and you could feel the twitch of his length inside of you, veins dragging against your syrupy walls.

“Fuck. Me. Faster,” you gritted out.

You don’t think he meant to whimper just then, nodding as he headily sighed your name, before curling his fingers around your waist and snapping his pelvis into you in a cadence that had you shivering, coaxing your orgasm from you within moments.

“F-Fuck!” You faltered, hand falling slack at your side as his swelling cockhead bruised your cervix, metal hitting the floor as you lost your grip on your weapon.

“Nuh uh,” Gojo grunted out, and in a swift movement, the dagger was in your hand again, nudging his neck so close that any more pressure may break skin. “You gonna threaten me? Do it properly,” he spat out, pupils blown wide, dilated with a fierce and primal lust.

You’d expected it to just end as a quickie, Gojo going about his way to ignore you and your nefarious plans like you were an inconsequential mosquito instead of interrupting your larks of sparring curses.

But, no. After he’d finished across the canvas of your back, he’d warped the two of you to his staff apartment, you straddling him as your hips rocked a cant that left Gojo nearly crying.

You watched his stomach cave as you pressed that same blade against his throat, panting as you tossed your head back and gripped his bulky bicep for any sense of stability.

Your thighs were trembling, your joints ached, perspiration clung to you like a second skin—but seeing Gojo plead for you in such a degenerate sense had something blossoming in your core like a nightflower come undone.

The man was starved, eyeing every inch of you he could drink in, the woman who he’d allow to take anything from him including his sanity and breath.

You leaned down, eyes blown wide with a dominance he’s never seen. Your breath fanned against his lips as the razor pressed the slightest bit deeper, making him wince.

Gojo closed his eyes, expecting a saccharine kiss from your plump lips, but all he’d gotten was a swat of spit spat in his face.

“God, you’re fucking pathetic,” you crooned, licking a languid stripe across his lips before clenching your cunt around his cock tight enough to have his toes curling and eyes going saucer-wide.

And Gojo would be stupid not to be aware of the high that you got off of this power, this control—something you’d craved for ages in your own flimsy life.

He’d give it to you, on a silver platter at that. For as long as you wanted.

Even if you threatened to gut him like a fish at every turn, or fuck him within an inch of his life.

[theorphicangel]

imagine scandals with satoru bcuz of the barely shared blanket that u nearly broke up but then just bought 2 blanket for each other

"I told you to stop hogging it!"

"m'not hogging it i'm just trying to cover my body."

"yeah your freakishly tall body, i'm way shorter than you!" you retort.

currently you and your boyfriend satoru were having a blanket hogging match with each other. it was movie night but instead of being all snuggled up with each other like most couples do, the two of you had spent the first half of the movie sending petty retorts to each other over the blanket.

one minute you would hog it your way and the next minute he would tug it back over his legs. even trying to find a way to be civil would each other didn't last long because eventually the two of you would break out into an argument again.

satoru gives one last tug of the blanket taking it away from you. at this point you've just about had enough of these shenanigans. you stand up with a huff and head to your room.

"baby..."

"you can sleep on the couch with that blanket for all I care." is the last thing you say before shutting the door behind you.

/

going to sleep without your boyfriend was weird to say the least. in order to make yourself feel better you simply reminded yourself that at least you still had all your sheets to yourself.

on waking up you don't seem to find your partner beside you but in fact a gift bag. scratching away sleep with a hand you peep inside the bag to find two blankets hidden away. you come to learn that satoru when out of his way to go get two blankets in the middle of the night to make you happy.

satoru may be annoying at times but you can't help but admire his commitment to make you happy. it was still early so you creep out into the front living room finding your boyfriend nearly falling off the couch and still deep in a trance with loud snores.

crouching down you place a kiss on his lip and like a cliche disney film he opens his eyes slowly. "you forgive me baby?" he croaks out and you simply melt into his chest.

"we're so stupid." you sigh, "i forgive you."

"m'glad." he mumbles, tempted to fall back asleep now that you're providing your warmth to him.

[goonforgeto]

part 1 | m. list

“Do I look beautiful, Mama?” your four-year-old asks, her tiny hands squishing her cheeks together as she stares into the mirror.

You smooth the final braid into place and press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Beautiful, baby. Always.”

“Like a princess?” she asks, tilting her head.

You smile. “The most beautiful princess there ever was.”

“Can I have sparkles on my cheeks too?” she asks, tugging on your dress. “Like the ones in your makeup drawer?”

You laugh, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “Only if the birthday girl promises not to get any cake on her dress.”

She nods solemnly, as if accepting the terms of a royal treaty.

You stand, carrying her with ease to your bedroom vanity, the morning light slanting across the soft pink walls, and as you dab a shimmer of glitter onto her cheeks, her expression turns serious again.

“Mama,” she whispers, “thank you for making me borned.”

Your throat tightens. “Oh baby,” you say, hugging her close, “thank you for choosing me.”

The makeup brush glides smoothly across her skin, dusting her nose and cheeks in a rose-gold highlighter.

She leans back in your arms just enough to look up at you, sparkles catching in her lashes. Her voice is quieter now, a little uncertain.

“Mama,” she asks, “when will Daddy get here?”

The question lands softly, but it still manages to press against the part of your chest you’ve tried so hard to pad with patience.

You keep your smile, gentle and steady. “He said he’ll be here soon, baby,” you say. “He wouldn’t miss your birthday.”

She nods, thoughtful, the way kids sometimes are in ways that are far too grown.

“Will he bring the bear I showed him?” she asks. “The one with the bow?”

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. “But even if he forgets, you’ve got a whole mountain of presents to open.”

Her eyes brighten again, the worry slipping away like clouds after rain. “And cake!” she cheers.

You laugh. “And cake.”

And before you can say anything else, she’s off—bare feet padding against the floor, her voice echoing ahead of her as she calls for balloons and music and her favorite pink cup.

You stay there for just a second longer, breathing her in, letting yourself feel everything all at once.

Then you rise, smoothing your dress, and follow your daughter into the party she’s been waiting for all year.

The timing is almost eerie—just as your foot hits the last step, the doorbell rings, and your daughter is already halfway to the door, bouncing with excitement.

“Daddy’s here! Daddy’s here!”

She’s practically climbing the doorframe, tiny hands straining to grip the heavy brass handle.

“Wait, baby—let me get it,” you say, smoothing your dress as you reach the foyer and pull open the door.

Standing on your porch, in all his six-foot-something glory, is Satoru. White hair a little tousled, still in his uniform from work, sunglasses perched carelessly in the collar of his shirt. He’s juggling two gift bags in one hand, a giant stuffed bear in the other, and a bouquet of roses tucked under his arm like an afterthought.

“Hey, princess,” he greets, crouching instantly as he sets down the bags, arms wide.

“Daddy!” she squeals, launching into his chest.

He scoops her up effortlessly, pressing a loud kiss to her cheek, like he’s been waiting all week to hold her. 

“I missed you more,” he says, voice softening in a way it never does with anyone else. “You get taller every time I see you. What are you, fifteen now?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Nooo! I'm four, Daddy!”

“Four going on twenty,” he teases, before gently setting her down. She immediately starts inspecting the bear he brought, eyes wide with excitement.

Your arms stay crossed over your chest as you watch him collect the bags he dropped, trying not to show the way your brow ticks at the bouquet still clutched under his arm.

“Roses?” you ask, flatly.

He stands to full height, brushing a hand over the back of his neck. “They’re for you,” he says, offering them with that sheepish smile that used to get him out of trouble more times than you’d like to admit. “It’s tradition, remember?”

You hesitate, but your daughter’s already tugging at your sleeve.

“Mama, look! Mr. Bear has a bow tie!”

You take the flowers wordlessly and step aside to let them both in. “Dinner’s almost ready,” you mutter, disappearing into the kitchen.

Behind you, you hear Satoru whisper dramatically to your daughter, “Think she’s still mad at me?”

She giggles again. “She’s always mad at you, daddy.”

You serve dinner the way you always do when Satoru’s around—like muscle memory. You move around the kitchen easily, placing bowls and dishes down while your daughter sets out mismatched napkins with quiet focus, her tongue peeking out in concentration.

Satoru slides into the chair across from her, still grinning as he snags a piece of bread. “Don’t mind me, chef. I’m just the help.”

“More like the distraction,” you mutter, pouring water into three glasses.

Your daughter clambers onto her seat, bouncing a little as she stabs at her carrots with her fork. “Mama made the noodles again, Daddy! Your favorite.”

Satoru winks at her. “Of course she did. Your mama always takes care of me.”

You shoot him a look. “Don’t push it.”

Dinner is mostly peaceful. You trade stories about school, about work, about how she’s decided she’s going to be a veterinarian and a ballerina and a ninja, all at once. Satoru listens like it’s the most important declaration in the world, nodding solemnly and gasping at all the right parts.

And then she says it.

“But when I’m older I will be super nice, like mommy and the lady who was at Daddy’s house last time.”

The fork in your hand stills against your plate.

Satoru blinks. “What?”

“The lady who was in your kitchen,” she says helpfully. “With the red lipstick. She called me sweetheart.”

You don’t look at him… You don’t have to. The air shifts in the room. He clears his throat.

“She’s just a friend, baby. She was visiting. Nothing special.”

“Oh,” your daughter says, chewing thoughtfully. “Okay.”

You still don’t look at him.

The rest of dinner is eaten in silence, the clinking of utensils far too loud. You stack your plates before you speak again.

“You can put her to bed,” you say quietly, gathering up the dishes. “She brushed her teeth after her snack earlier.”

He nods slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Your daughter grabs his hand instantly, already bouncing. “Will you read the pirate book again? And do the funny voice?”

“Only if you promise to sleep with the light off tonight,” he says, squeezing her hand.

She giggles. “Okay, Daddy.”

You watch them go, his tall frame ducking slightly under the hallway arch, her tiny fingers swinging his hand like she’s never doubted he’d be there.

You turn back to the kitchen.

And exhale.

You need the clatter of dishes to drown out the ache building in your chest.

The faucet’s still running when you hear his footsteps coming down the stairs. You don’t turn around right away, not until the last dish is drying on the rack and you’ve wiped your hands on a towel twice more than necessary.

“She’s asleep,” Satoru says quietly from behind you.

You nod, still facing the sink. “Thanks.”

There’s a pause. The kind that says he’s working up to something. And you’re not sure if you want to hear it.

“She asked about the woman because she’s curious,” he says. “Kids notice things. That’s all.”

You finally turn, towel still clutched in your hand. “I know what she said, Satoru. I was there.”

He exhales, tilting his head slightly, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants. “So what is this? You’re mad because I had someone over? We’re not—”

“I’m not mad,” you snap, sharper than you mean to. “I just… I don’t parade strangers around her. That’s the difference.”

His jaw tenses. “She wasn’t a stranger.”

“Okay,” you nod tightly. “Then what was she?”

He doesn’t answer. Just shifts his weight like he’s trying to find steady ground in a place that suddenly feels too small.

“She’s four, Satoru. She doesn’t understand complicated things. She sees someone at your house and thinks they’re staying. And when they don’t show up again, she wonders if she did something wrong.”

“She didn’t.”

“I know that,” you say. “But she doesn’t.”

You both fall quiet. The room buzzes faintly with the hum of the fridge, the ticking of the old wall clock.

“She misses you all the time,” you add, softer now. “Don’t make her feel like she has to compete with someone for your attention.”

He nods slowly, eyes cast downward. “You’re right.”

You almost want to tell him that’s not what you were looking for—but maybe it is. Maybe you just needed to know he’s still listening.

After a long silence, he looks up.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” he says. “Or you.”

You shake your head. “I’m not the one who needs an apology.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “Still.”

You nod again, quieter this time.

“Just… be more careful,” you say. “That’s all I ask.”

His voice is barely a whisper now. “I will be.”

You grab a towel from the counter and hang it carefully on the oven handle, smoothing the fabric more than necessary just to keep your hands busy.

“She’s not anything to me, by the way,” Satoru says from behind you, voice low.

You don’t turn around. “I don’t need an explanation.”

“She’s a new teacher at the school,” he continues anyway, the words tumbling out with a kind of quiet urgency, “and I gave her a ride home after a faculty meeting. That’s it. She stayed for a bit because—well, honestly, because I’m bad at saying no.”

You let out a short breath, not quite a laugh. “That much hasn’t changed.”

“She asked if she could see the house, and I didn’t think— I didn’t know our daughter would even mention it.”

You finally glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. “She likes being included in your life. Can you blame her for thinking she was?”

He runs a hand through his hair, that telltale sign of guilt eating at him. “No. I can’t.”

The silence stretches between you again.

“I miss you,” he says, his words interrupting the space between you.

You freeze for just a second, the fork in your hand hovering above the dish rack.

You glance over at him. He’s not looking at you—his hands are still in his pockets—but his jaw is tight, his shoulders set in that familiar way you’ve seen a hundred times before, like he’s bracing for impact.

You set the fork down carefully. “You don’t get to say that.”

He stills. “Why not?”

“Because it’s easy to miss me now,” you say, voice low. “When I’ve cooked you dinner and she’s asleep upstairs, and the house feels like something it used to be. But where were you when it mattered? When I was alone in it?”

He turns to face you then. “I was stupid,” he admits. “I thought giving you space was the right thing. I thought… if I gave you room to breathe, maybe we’d both figure things out.”

You lean back against the counter, crossing your arms. “I didn’t need space, Satoru. I needed you.”

He exhales, eyes flicking down for a beat. “I know. I get that now.”

You’re quiet for a long moment. The kitchen feels too still.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you whisper.

“Just tell me if it’s too late,” he says, stepping forward slightly. “If I’ve already lost the chance to try again.”

You hesitate, your heart a little louder in your chest than it should be. You don’t answer.

His hand drops back to his side, fingers curling into his palm.

“I don’t know,” you say again, voice quieter this time, but not any softer. “I don’t know what you expect. I’ve spent so long trying to be okay without you that I don’t even remember what it felt like when we were good.”

He runs a hand through his hair, stepping back just enough to give you space. “I’m not asking you to pretend nothing happened. I know I screwed up—hell, I know I’ve probably made it impossible for you to trust me again.”

“Satoru…” you start, but the rest of it gets stuck in your throat. You’re too tired to yell. Too tired to cry. Just tired.

“I just miss being us,” he says. “Even if it’s just for dinner and bath time and her bedtime stories. I miss being in a house where your mug is next to mine in the cabinet and my bedsheets and my clothes smell like you.”

You close your eyes. It’s not fair, how easily he can make you remember. Not just the good—no, it’s never that simple—but the weight of it. The ache of what it could’ve been if he’d just shown up when it counted.

“I’m not asking to get married again,” he adds. “Just… whatever you have left.”

That’s what breaks you, maybe.

You open your eyes, meeting his. “You should go.”

His mouth parts, just slightly. But he doesn’t argue. Doesn’t fight.

He nods once, jaw tight, and then turns to grab his coat off the hook by the door.

“Can I see her tomorrow?” he asks, pausing in the doorway.

You nod. “Yeah, pick her up from preschool.”

He doesn’t say goodbye.

And you stand there alone in the kitchen, hands trembling slightly against the edge of the counter, wondering if he really meant what he said.

[satsugo]

୨୧ You tried to sneak out after a one-night stand. Gojo wakes up — calm, shirtless, and not okay with being left behind. What follows is possessive touches, quiet threats, and a reminder of who you belong to.

I wanted to write something that felt like a slow unravel — soft words, sharp intentions, and Gojo being terrifyingly calm in the way only he can be. just a lil treat for the yandere girlies ♡ hope it ruins you in the best way. mlist

gojo satoru x reader

minors do not interact. this piece is intended for 18+ audiences.

The floor was cold beneath your bare feet as you tiptoed across the suite.

Gojo’s apartment was too clean — pristine white walls, muted city lights pouring through wide windows, and expensive silence that made your breath feel too loud. Your dress from the night before was clutched in one hand, wrinkled and still smelling faintly like sweat and cologne. You hadn’t even put your shoes back on yet.

He was still in bed, you were sure of it. He’d been wrapped in those dark gray sheets when you slid out, dead silent. You hadn’t dared to glance back.

Until now.

“Y’know,” a voice drawled behind you — slow, amused, terrifyingly awake. “If you really wanted to leave quietly, you probably shouldn’t have stolen my shirt.”

You froze mid-step, breath caught like prey in a trap.

He was sitting up now. Hair messier than before. One long arm braced behind him, the other pushing the sheets off his bare torso. His blindfold was gone, tossed somewhere on the nightstand, and his icy blue eyes caught the dim light like sharpened crystal.

You swallowed.

“It was cold,” you offered, lamely.

“Oh, totally,” he said, voice light and sarcastic. “That’s why you’re sneaking out like you killed somebody.”

You turned slowly. “I didn’t think you'd care—”

Gojo laughed. Not loud — just sharp, like a knife sliding across glass.

“You didn’t think I’d care?” he repeated. “Sweetheart… I’ve had your name circling my brain since the second you touched me.”

He stood, bare feet whispering across the hardwood as he stalked toward you — tall, loose-limbed, terrifyingly calm.

You backed up.

Bad idea.

He moved faster, one hand pressing against the wall just beside your head, caging you without even touching you.

“That’s mine,” he said softly, flicking the hem of the shirt you were wearing. His shirt — white, oversized, the one that hung just a little too low on you and hit just high enough on your thighs to drive him insane.

“You mean the shirt?”

His head tilted. “I mean you.”

You went quiet, breath shaky. “We hooked up once.”

“So?” Gojo smiled, slow and bright — but his eyes didn’t match. They burned. “You don’t do that with someone like me and leave. That’s not how this works.”

You opened your mouth, maybe to argue. But the words died on your tongue the second his fingers hooked under the shirt’s hem and pushed up — slow, deliberate, warm palms skating along the skin of your thighs.

“W-Wait—” You shifted, but he just stepped closer, pressing the full heat of his body into yours.

“Don’t run,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear now. “You’ll only make me chase you. And you won’t like how that ends.”

Your breath hitched. His fingers kept moving — slipping higher, thumbs brushing over the crease of your hips, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“I liked seeing you in my shirt,” he said softly. “But I like you better out of it.”

You shivered.

Then he tugged — not gently. The shirt lifted over your head, arms caught for a moment before he pulled it free and tossed it aside. You were bare beneath, breathless and pressed against the wall like you didn’t know what to say.

“Pretty little thing,” Gojo murmured, fingers trailing over your bare stomach. “You really thought you could disappear from me? After the way you moaned my name last night?”

You blushed — visibly. It made his eyes darken.

He kissed you. Rough, breath-stealing, like he was trying to taste every sound you’d ever made. You clutched at his shoulders — and it hit you all over again just how strong he was. How fast he could crush you. But he didn’t.

Not yet.

“Bed,” he said. “Now.”

He didn’t yell — didn’t need to. You obeyed without thinking, legs shaky as you moved. He followed like a storm.

The sheets were still warm when he pushed you down, straddling you easily. His hands roamed — over your breasts, down your sides, fingers memorizing every inch like he’d been given a test on it.

“You looked so cute sneaking out,” he murmured, lips grazing your skin as he moved lower. “But you’re not going anywhere now. You hear me?”

You nodded — breathless, wrecked, unsure if it was fear or desire curling low in your stomach.

Maybe both.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and lingering, before glancing up with those impossible blue eyes.

“I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to.”

And when he finally lowered his mouth to you — all heat, tongue, and expert cruelty — you forgot your own name.

But you remembered his.

Over and over and over again.

satsugo 2025 © all rights reserved; do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my writing.

[fayerie]

‹𝟹 .ᐟ gojo’s Infinity isn’t just a defense — it’s his ultimate tease.

‹𝟹 .ᐟ unhinged gojo x f!reader , mdni , not proofread

cw: smut , teasing , humiliation , use of supernatural ability (infinity) for: sensory play, orgasm control / denial.

you’re kneeling on the bed, chest pressed to the mattress, ass raised high like you’re on display in a fucking gallery.

your hands clutch the soft sheets beneath you, fingers digging in as you try to steady your racing heart.

gojo is hovering behind you, just barely out of reach. his cock is pressed flush against your slick entrance, teasing you with shallow, maddening thrusts — sliding in, then pulling back, never fully giving you the satisfaction you crave.

his fingers twitch near your clit, tantalizing you with phantom touches that feel like fire, but he never actually makes contact, oh why is that ? because he’s using his infinity, that damned invisible barrier.

“patience is a virtue, babe,” gojo purrs, voice dripping with smug delight as he leans close, his white hair brushing your shoulder; never pausing the torturous relentless toggle between activation and deactivation.

“the best things in life come to those who wait. like this.” he presses a teasing hip against your ass, pushing you down a little further onto his cock. “see? you’re dripping just by thinking about it.”

you whimper, hips trembling. “s-toru, please…” you gasp, voice shaky. “just… touch me... f'ckin..asshole.”

he chuckles, the sound low and amused, as if you’ve just told him the funniest joke in the world.

“oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, fingers hovering an impossible millimeter away from your clit, “i’m touching you right now. it’s just... very exclusive contact.”

you try to arch into him, reaching out to pull him closer, but your fingers hesitate — halted just shy of his wrist, as if an invisible shield shimmers between you, keeping your touch forever out of reach.

“infinity,” he smirks. “i’m untouchable, literally.”

your breath catches. the teasing rhythm is driving you insane.

“you like that? me almost touching you? that little spark? that burning frustration?” his voice is a lazy drawl, cocky as hell. “that’s the real game here.”

you bite your lip, moaning softly as his fingers twitch again. the wet heat pooling between your legs grows hotter, your hips rocking against him without control.

“nnngh, storu…” you whine, voice thick with need. “please—just one touch.”

he presses a finger closer, still not quite touching, and you shiver violently.

“mmm, you’re so needy.” he nips the shell of your ear, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “what’s this? ‘satoru, i’m gonna—mmmph!’” he smirks against your skin as you gasp, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. “already breaking, huh?”

your hips jerk, thrusting down, desperate to catch even the slightest contact.

“pathetic,” he teases with a grin you feel in his voice.

then — finally — he lets his finger brush your clit, slow and precise.

electricity jolts through you like lightning.

you cry out, hips bucking hard. “ahhh—toru!”

he chuckles, utterly satisfied at how easily he breaks you.

“attagirl,” he breathes, sliding fully inside you at last, filling you deep and slow. “now this is where the fun really begins.”

his hand curls around your hip, holding you steady as his other fingers circle your swollen clit, sending shivers down your spine.

“you’re so wet for me,” he murmurs cockily. “dripping like you want me to ruin you.”

your moans weave through the room like a whispered hymn, beneath them the wet symphony of skin meeting skin — the slick, lingering traces of desire stretching between you both, trembling in the heated air.

“satoru—mmph—fuck—right there—oh god—please—” he grins against your neck, teeth grazing the skin.

“only the best spot for my favorite brat.”

your body trembles, legs shaking with the force of your building orgasm.

“c’mon,” he breathes, voice roughening, “say it. tell me how badly you want me to make you come.”

you pant, eyes fluttering closed. “please, toru… make me come.”

he chuckles again, hips rolling in slow, powerful thrusts, “good girl.”

you’re drowning in the mixture of his cock deep inside you and his fingers circling your clit like a merciless predator.

“ahhhh—oh god, i’m—” you moan, voice breaking with need. “i’m gonna—”

“cum for me,” he commands, voice velvet dark and dangerously smooth.

your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, muscles clenching around him, breath hitching as you scream his name.

gojo holds you tight, chest rising and falling against your back.

“see?” he says smugly, voice softening. “sometimes the best touch… is the one you almost can’t have.”

you laugh breathlessly, sweaty and spent, your fingers curling into the sheets.

gojo’s grin presses against your skin like a promise: he’s just getting started.

divider by @/cafekitsune // art by momoya348 on twt .ᐟ

a/n ‹𝟹: should i make this a series + make a mlist containing all my unhinged gojo drabbles bc i have so many ideas u would notttt believe (freak) now WHO said that ??? also this was quick so it's not as good as the others but still ^_^