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Just think about the fact that somewhere right this very second, your anime crush is touching themselves to the thought of you.

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𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 | satoru gojō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something you’d never thought would happen – especially on Valentine’s Day! But it’s just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing more…Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining + confessions - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - going on a date - sex in a public space; hotel room - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (sucking and swiping) - missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up + Gojo doesn't shoot inside) - pet names (baby, cutie pretty, princess, sweetie) - angst + fluff - cameos: Shoko, Mei Mei, Utahime, Geto, Nanami - mentions of tears and spit - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.3k (going out with a bang, jfc)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: final part to this short yet fun story !! tysm for the love you've given this series, it was a random idea that came to me last year and I'm so glad I was able to put more thought into it. all y'all's comments and rbs have been entertaining to read thru, love the support and engagement this story sparked with you, and I thank you sm for sticking around ccc: also!!! ty for 5.9k loveliessss mwah mwah~

and lol, yes, the title is based on the laufey song, hehe~

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“Sorry, Satoru, Y/n doesn’t wanna see you right now — like, at all.”

“Oh, Gojo. Sorry, Y/n’s in no mood to talk to you right now. Said you better not make so much as a step past this door. Because if you do, I’ll have to charge your savings.”

“Hmph, you got some nerve, Gojo! Didn’t you hear from Mei Mei earlier? Y/n doesn't wanna talk to you…What the hell did you do this time?”

You could hear your roommates telling off the person showing up at the front door from your door. Before, they’d come to you and ask if you wish to give this person an audience for your presence. Yet you say the same thing: you’re not ready to converse with them. You’ll probably never want to talk with them again. 

It’s been like this for the past week. Ever since the little fiasco between you and Gojo — not to mention you slapping him across the face for his upsetting words — things between the two of you have been quiet as promised. The very last words you ever told him were to never speak to you again after publicly humiliating yourself by crying in front of him.

Outside of being the talk in everyone’s mouth (I mean, who wouldn’t gossip about one person slapping another after walking into them saying some mean shit about the other), you’ve been worried about by your friends ever since the incident. Your direct senior roommate, Utahime, was the first one to see you crying to yourself after coming home from classes and immediately called up Gojo to rip him a new one for making her junior roomie cry. Shoko was the passive one who listened to both sides yet still put your emotional state above anything else, telling Gojo white lies that you weren’t in your dorm room whenever he’d try to visit. And Mei Mei walked with you to your classes throughout the week in case the tall figure tried looking for you.

But it didn’t stop there. After that day, your Contemporary Issues course with Professor Naga was sheer awkwardness. The silent tension between you and Gojo was so thick that it effortlessly suffocated your peers and made it hard to concentrate — especially for the professor and your friends, Ijichi and Haibara. Outside of the class, you did your part in avoiding Gojo, and the same applies to the lectures you shared with him. No words, no greeting – not even a mere glance – were shared in his direction. It was as if your life mission was to avoid him at all costs.

However, this is Satoru Gojo we’re talking about. Although he respected your no-talking rule in the premise of lectures, he’d still try to get your attention once class was over. And even then, you’d bolt to the door to not give him the chance. He’d follow right behind you and have to maintain a respectable distance when Mei Mei was the light lavender eyes behind your back.

But what the hell did he expect? What he said hurt you to your core, so there was no way you’d want to speak with him again. He deserved that slap! The sting you inflicted on his face for a few minutes was nothing compared to the torment of your heart that’s been aching for a long while now. You can’t even look at Gojo after what had transpired. The pain he caused has been with you for a while, yet it still felt new and fresh to reflect on. 

And yet…your mind still can’t help but agonize you even more. Do you think it was easy to not engage with Gojo this entire time? Oh, it was the worst, both for your soul and mind. The memories of his smile and dimples would come up every often, pooling you deeper into your dread. The routine of him speaking to you with whispers when it was just the two of you — like he didn’t want others to find you in the comfort of each other’s presence — like it was sacred. And the way he said your name. It toyed with your heart whenever you’d reminisce it. 

“Y/n!”

Especially after how much has changed in your relationship with him, you really thought things between you and him were going for the better. Or, to be honest, becoming something a lot closer and personal. Something you grew to want with him as the days’ encounters and nightly calls went by. 

“Y/n...”

But you were wrong, lecturing yourself for being so dumb and naive for wanting such a thing. Amid the fun, you had forgotten what you two were and believed that you could change from that. Change with him. And yet here you are, broken-hearted, barely concentrating on your Word document on your laptop. 

“Hey, Y/n,” your brow twitched with the snap of reality, Utahime opening the door after knocking. “It’s the front door again; it’s—“

“GRRRAAAHHHHHHHHH!!” 

You were never one to shout within your apartment — Utahime’s eyes widened at the sudden shout of vexation. You stood up from your desk and walked past her, marching through the hallway. Mei Mei peeks from her shared room, and Shoko pours coffee in the kitchen. All three of your roommates observe you stomping to the door.

You swung the apartment door open with vigor, “I SWEAR TO CHRIST, GOJO, WHAT PART OF ‘DON’T EVER TALK TO ME’ DO YOU NOT UNDERST—…Geto?”

“Oh, hey there, Y/n. I was worried about you.” You were surprised to open the door and not find the unusual silver hair you expected. Instead, it was Suguru Geto, Gojo’s dark-haired direct roommate, rubbing his cold hands together that weren’t covered with his black windbreaker. Next to him was Kento Nanami, standing silently in his sand-colored trench coat.

“Hey, guys,” knowing they aren’t who you thought it would be, your shoulders relaxed with your tone. “What’s up?”

“Well,” Geto sighs heavily before telling anything. “We wouldn’t be here for a reason. And, after hearing what happened between you and you-know-who, I think you can guess why we're here, too.”

And then it hits — the realization of how these two’s abrupt appearance came to be. “…He asked you two to come and talk to me for him.” 

The two roommates look at each other for a second, and then Geto points behind him with his thumb to the stairwell door. You follow his finger, seeing the person you’re talking about watching you from the door window. You try not to contort your face into an ugly, exasperated expression in front of the other boys. So, you settle for a sigh to alleviate the stress growing inside you.

“Ugh. What is it.” You ask Geto with an attitude that wasn’t easily sheathed.

“Honestly, all I know is that he really – like, really – wants to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to him. So there,” you shake your head and backtrack past the threshold of your door. “Sorry you two came here for no reason, but I can’t—“

“—Wait!” Geto cuts you off and brings a hand on the door to stop you from closing it. You caught the intervention, widening the door again. Geto explains himself. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you—well, no, sorry. I get that Satoru said some things that hurt you last week. Believe me: I already lectured him hell and back for it when Shoko told me you came home crying, and you have every right to be mad at him right now…But—“

“Did he tell you what he said to me?”

“H—No, he didn’t,” your brow quirked at that response. He didn’t? “All he told me when I confronted him was that he messed up real bad and crossed a line.” 

“A line?” You enunciated after him. “That’s cute...Geto, he won’t tell you what he said because I caught him saying those things. That scumbag,” you averted your gaze to the door window, seeing Gojo gulp at your fierce eyes. “—knows what he said. And he knows that I told him I want nothing to do with him for that.”

Nanami was quiet throughout the entire thing, so it took you aback when he spoke. “And I’m on your side in that regard. You’re right, he is a scumbag; tactless, crude, borderline annoying—“

“Just borderline?” Geto points the word out to lighten the mood.

“And the type of person to get on someone’s nerves purposely. And with that, I don’t blame you for cutting him off. If anything, it’s what he deserves, if not more.”

You knew there was more to say beyond that. “And yet…"

“And yet,” Nanami picks it up. “…I’d be lying if I said that guy doesn’t know when he’s at fault. He can be prideful and childishly playful — albeit disrespectful to anyone he thinks doesn’t deserve it. However, he’s not emotionless, and if he is disrespectful to his friends, he knows when he’s in the wrong.“

“And take it from me, Y/n.” Geto comes in with the assist now that things are a bit calm. “Fucking asshat will take days to apologize to me for something stupid, and that’s if he feels like giving me one. But even if he doesn’t, I know he cares about me like any best friend…Like he cares about you.”

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes, so you close them and shake your head. “He doesn’t care—“

“Yes, he does.” Nanami doesn’t let you finish that sentence. “Like I said: Gojo is many things, but he’s not an emotionless moron. Because I can tell that whatever he said distraught you to your core and made him feel bad about it — pathetically so.”

“…How do you know?” You don’t know why you asked that question; why the fuck should you care? The fucker in question is the one that broke your heart behind your back, so why bother?

“Because when he came home that day, Geto pulled him by the shirt, threw him against the wall, and yelled at him like no tomorrow. And he just stood there, letting Geto give him his rightful lashing. He even told him he didn’t deserve you as a friend, which I agreed with. But then Gojo said something after that…”

Again, this isn’t something you should be caring about. So why are you turning to Geto to ask, “…What did he say?”

“He said I was right, that he definitely didn’t deserve you.” Before the raven-haired boy answered, he exhaled through his nostrils. “And that what he said about you was, by far, the dumbest thing he’s ever done, which is saying a lot.”

“A whole lot.” The blond-haired boy jumped in. “Y/n, don’t take this as me vouching for him. But, if you could have seen the look on his face when he said that,” he nods when you shake your head ‘no’ again. “You would feel the guilt and shame pouring from him. It was pathetic to look at — pathetic for him to express. But it was real.”

And you know it’s the truth — not because it came from Nanami, but because you could picture the scene as if you were there. You could just imagine Gojo’s face, a dangerous move as your heart skipped with a twinge. You imagine the emotions he was expressing, your skin crawling thinking about his blue eyes – usually filled with life and light – appearing so broken and devoid of animation. 

“He does care about you — there’s no mistake about it. You two have been friends since freshmen year; he’d be an idiot to let those years go down the drain because of him. And that’s why we went along with coming here in his stead and asking you to talk to him.” You open your mouth, but Geto isn’t finished. “Please, Y/n. You’re the mature one, but you don’t have to act strong on this one. I can only assume, of course, but I’m sure you want this handled, too.”

He wasn’t wrong, yet at the same time, you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling that was weighing you down. 

“I…I don’t want to speak with him.” The two guys didn’t change their facial expressions. “Not now, at least...I don’t want to see his face right now.”

“Then how about a phone call later tonight?” Nanami proposed. “You two can talk it out with each other after you guys think about what to say to each other. You can even have the call while we’re sleeping so you can have privacy.”

“Ehhh, but I’m nosy.” Geto teases his sophomore roommate, making the younger blonde huff. 

“Not tonight, you are. Plus, you got a project to present tomorrow, so you need sleep.”

“Fair, fair…But seriously, Y/n, you should talk with him. If not for him, then for us, for Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, all of us. We don’t want you upset about what this idiot did this time. So, one talk should be okay, right?”

It should be okay. Keyword: should. However, the anxiety that you harbor within your limbs tells you otherwise. The pool in your stomach churning into a state you find uncomfortable to fight against. 

But concurrently, you couldn’t lie to yourself; a piece was missing in all of this. The resolution was needed — there had to be a way to see the entire picture in this matter. Otherwise, you’d be walking around campus mad at the person behind a door examining your reactions for the entire semester — no, the whole next year! You knew you didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with that. You can barely go through it right now. So, might as well get this off the table before it worsens…At least, that’s what you say to rationalize.

“…Okay,” you straightened your posture. “The girls have morning classes tomorrow. Tell him to call me at midnight.” 

Your answer sealed the deal, the two males dismissing themselves before you closed the apartment door. Your roommates peered around the corner once they heard the door lock, coming to ask if you were all right. You molded a faux smile and said you were fine, and yet you couldn’t tell if that was a lie to them or yourself. 

From there, the time felt so long to witness and experience throughout the day, watching one hour pass after the other. The sun had never settled under the horizon so slowly before, taking its time to draw the curtains of darkness over the Earth. And yet the time went fast simultaneously — the minutes spooked you every time you looked at the clock. 

Was this the universe’s way of toying with you for agreeing to talk to Satoru Gojo? It had to be. Your stomach doing somersaults didn’t help either; you could barely get through eating dinner because the dreaded talk bound to happen in a few hours was all your mind could think about. 

And then, when everyone was fast asleep ten minutes before midnight, your nerves couldn’t settle down. Five minutes before, you decided to take yourself and the phone to the bathroom (because the fan would be loud enough to tune out your conversation), needing the tiny space to yourself to pace back and forth and not to disturb Utahime snoring away. One minute before, you were sitting on top of the toilet, watching the seconds go by on your phone, praying that he wouldn’t call on the dot. He wouldn’t buzz you at the immediate stroke of twelve, right? He had to be doing something — anything else — hoping he’d spare you another minute if he could.

BZZZR!! BZZZR!!

However, that wasn’t the case. He called you right on the dot, and your heart jumped at the vibration from your phone. His display name was titled ‘do not answer this jerk,’ a change you made the day after the incident. Yet here you are, in the bathroom, and your thumb shaking over the green button. 

It wasn’t until the sixth vibration that you pressed the button with a sharp inhale, bringing the phone to your ear with haste. The silence was in the air for a couple of seconds, worsening your anxiousness. Until—

“…Hey.” He was the first to say something, thank God.

“Hi…..Where are you?”

“Outside my apartment, sitting on the stairwell...You?”

“In the bathroom.”

“You sitting on the toilet?”

You know what he was doing, making the conversation easier before getting to the hard stuff. Nonetheless, you admit it was working while your nervous state gradually deteriorated. “…And what if I am?”

“Then I’d say….Heh, actually, no. I can’t make that joke right now. Not when we’re like this.”

“Mmm, like this…” You hummed, the awkward tension filling the silence once again. “….Look, Gojo—“

“Before you say anything,” he cut you off, but you allowed it. “I have a lot I wanna say to you, and I want to get them out the way before I forget and never get the chance to say them to you…Can I say them?”

Your brows scrunched together, your free hand drawing reassuring circles on your thigh, and your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. “…Go ahead.”

“Okay…So, first off,” you held your breath to brace yourself. “What I said about you on that day — I’m not gonna sit here and say I didn’t mean those things when I said them because I did. But NOT in the way you’re thinking.”

“Then what way did you mean them, Gojo?”

“I meant them in the implication that I was trying to protect what you and I had.” Had? “Our relationship was being questioned, some girl was asking about us and…I know you weren’t ready to have our business out in the world yet, so I thought….I just said what was believable with how everyone sees us since we’re always butting heads and shit. So, I said and meant those things to protect us in the heat of the moment. And then…I guess I got carried away.” 

“You guess you got carried away?” You repeated, your anxiousness now substituting for subtle anger. “…Just a little person angry at the world around them? So exhausting to deal with someone so boring and uncute as me?”

“Holy fuck, you remember it all—“

“Of course I did!” How could you not!? “And then — hmph, now this one I’ll never forget — ‘I’ve seen prettier, been with better, I feel sorry for the poor bastard who does end up with them’…” Your emotions were a mix of offense and pain, irritation and misery. Despite that, your voice maintained a calm tone, even if you wanted to do nothing but yell at the screen. Yet that wouldn’t solve this. “Gojo, the fact that I know all of that, verbatim, and have refused to talk, think, touch, or even look at you since them…To say you got carried away is just…like, holy fuck. Who the hell were you?” 

He didn’t say anything for a minute, but you couldn’t blame him. Being hit with his own words like that, any moral human being would stop and let that shit simmer into their skin. 

“…I’m sorry,” you wanted to call bullshit so bad, but not after he followed up with this. “Really. I’m so…so fucking sorry, Y/n. I know that shit wasn’t cool, and, to be honest, I expected more than one slap for that. I only meant it to save you the burden of gossip; believe me when I say that.”

“I—ahem…” Nope, you were not going to do this. Not tonight. “I want to believe you, Gojo. But I just…I can’t; it hurts my head thinking about it.”

“I know…I did that to you, and I’m so fucking sorry. My foot was too far up my mouth when I said all that, just one useless thing after another….And you know what’s crazy? I think my conscience knew me spouting shit wasn’t the right call. I mean, I literally walked with you to the class that day; what kind of friend does that and say shit like that afterward? And when I saw you….the way you looked so…distant? Just like that, everything that we had was just gone. I couldn’t see it — I saw absolutely nothing when I saw you. That scared me, seeing the happiness and the smile you had minutes ago just vanish with the flip of a switch. And I fucking did that. I knew at that moment that I lost you…..Y/n…? Are you crying?” 

You immediately moved the phone away from your ear, covering your mouth with the arm of your sweatshirt. The cries you tried to suppress poured out at that moment, and the pain that scratched your insides left your system with every sob and intake of breath. The tears damped the material, soaking them in as they rolled down your cheeks.

As ways to start the eve of your Monday, crying with the person who broke your heart on the phone was not one you expected to be one of them. It all hurt: the rapid emotions, the memories of that day replaying in your head, the genuine sincerity expressed in his voice. It was all too fucking much, your face heating up to a concerning level that you’d think you’d blow up.

You give yourself a few seconds before bringing the phone to your ear, “….What else?” 

“Huh?”

“You said—sniff—that you had other things you wanted to say to me.” A change of subject was necessary, not wanting him to notice the broken crack of your voice. “So, what else?”

The request took him aback, but he knew better than to question or fight you. “…Second of all, I wanna say – since I’m not sure I’ll ever get the chance to tell them to you in person – I want you to know that you’re more than what I said. There’s nothing 'kinda' pretty about you — you’re pretty all over. I’m not saying that to butter you up; it’s something I’ve said to myself all this time…Who am I kidding, saying I’ve been with prettier and better when I hurt the most beautiful and kindest one my eyes ever laid on….? Boring and uncute? Heh, you’re anything but. Sure, I say you're uncute when you nag at me to no end, but I don’t think there’s been a single day that I’ve thought you were a sore for my eyes. You’re too gorgeous for that.”

“Gojo—“

“I don’t deserve you as a friend, Y/n.” Your breath hitched. “Honest. I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now. And yet, you gracing me with time to spare shows that I really don’t have the right to have you close to me…I’m sorry.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he was honest about his apology. You felt it in your bones; your gut told you what Gojo told you was true. Your anger was nowhere to be found, but your guard was still up.

You slowly exhale through your mouth before taking your turn in the conversation. “So…Is that all?” 

“….”

“…Gojo?”

“….”

“Gojo? Are you still—“

“I like you.”

Okay, you lied; your guard wasn't up for that.

There’s no way he just said that. There’s no way those three exact words left his mouth and entered your eardrums. They kept ringing throughout your head, bouncing off the walls of your cranium with each repeated syllable. Your eyes widened by the second, your body coming to a complete standstill. And yet, the only thing that was moving and showed signs of life was your heartbeat increasing with the silence.

He likes you. The Gojo Satoru — your frenemy, annoying peer, and friend who enjoys your yelling and nagging — likes you.

“You…You what?” You heard him perfectly, but you wanted to confirm this wasn’t some joke.

“I like you.” He didn’t hesitate to replicate. “I do, I really do. I’ve liked you for….quite a long while, way before we started having sex together.”

“How long ago is that?”

“I think since the spring semester of freshman year when we had started to get a little closer before you became friends with Geto...Yeah, for a while now.”

“…Why?”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you like me? 

You heard him sigh out a large breath before answering. “…To be honest, I just like how you…are you. Like, you’re not scared to be yourself around me. Many people I’ve known try to kiss my ass for me to call them a friend, and even then, those guys are assholes…But you, I don’t see that — I never saw that. You’d never kiss my ass; you’d always be down to tell me when I’m wrong or right. Being around you was different from other people; I felt comfortable around you like you were one of my friends.” 

You didn’t intervene, listening to every word he was to say. 

“Not to mention…Heh, you’re so cute. Like, actually. And pretty, and independent, and bright. I can’t count how many times I’ve been lost in my thoughts about you. Especially recently, you’re all that I can think about. I like how it feels to hold your hand, and your fingers look small against mine. I could never get enough of you talking to you; it’s one of the things I look forward to. And, holy fuck, the way you smile. I swear, you could kill me with that face of yours. And your eyes — I’m always told mine are so beautiful to look at, yet I find that impossible whenever I get stuck when you look at me….Y/n? Are you—You’re not crying, are you?”

You said in sniffles. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Gojo…”

“Huh!? Why??”

“You break my heart one day and then say all these things the next…Are you trying to tell me that stunt you pulled is that dumb thing where people say stupid shit about someone else because they like them?”

“Hey, I told you why I said them! Besides, those two bimbos were getting in our personal life, and we didn’t have anything to call our relationship, so…!”

“Sniff—And you! Why didn’t you tell me you liked me for so long instead of annoying me to no end?”

“I could’ve done that, but…I don’t know. I guess our relationship was easier the way we had it. Things were less complicated for you. Plus, you’re cute when you’re angry at me.”You had to scoff at that. Of course, he’d say something like that. He can be such a prick sometimes. “I was okay with how things were, being all naggy and arguing with you while secretly close to you. I didn’t want to change something we were used to into something more.”

“Mmm.” You could only hum to that sentence, letting his words sink in before saying anything. “…Would it have been a bad thing if it was something more?”

He didn’t answer immediately, indicating that he took the question in serious thought. “No…I wouldn’t have minded. But that decision was all yours to make.”  

“Gojo,” The words you were about to say were about to be so nerve-wracking that you had to take in a deep breath. Chewing on your lips while exhaling through an open mouth. “….Would it be a bad thing if I said….that I liked you, too? And that…I still like you—”

KA-BANG-BANG!!

You jumped at the sudden sound coming from the other side of the line, as it was not the response you were expecting, and you could hear him saying curses further from the phone. After a few brief seconds, Gojo’s voice comes back.

“Fuck, sorry, sorry! I just dropped my phone on the stairs!” He sounded so worried, as if he lost you. “You.…You like me?”

“Yeah, I do…” Gosh, you didn’t think this would happen, the heat on your cheeks expanding to your ears and neck. “I really do. And I’m also willing to forgive you. BUT, you have to prove your worth by redeeming—“

“I WILL!” Again, it wasn’t the reaction you were expecting! He replied with such momentous excitement that you could imagine the sparkle in his blue eyes. “I will, I promise! In fact, I have an idea; how about I take you out on a date?” 

Huh!? “A date??”

“Yeah, on Valentine’s Day, this Wednesday! I know this great place not too far from here, or maybe you wanna go to a small café to wind down from classes? You can pick—”

“Wait, wait! We have classes that day; we have our night class with Professor Yaga—“

“We could skip—“

“Hell. No.” You shut him down with quickness. “We’re going over some serious discussions that day for our papers on Friday; we’re just gonna have to do the date after class.” 

“Pfft, God, you can be such a geek sometimes.”

For the first time that night, you rolled your eyes. “Says the Digimon-fanatic talking to me right now.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He snickers at the phone, and your heart swoons at it. It felt like you hadn’t heard that laugh in ages. “So…Is that a yes?”

It had you thinking for a temporary moment; talking with Gojo again just felt so…familiar. It was something you’d been missing for the past week, accepting that you’d never experience it again. And here he is, inviting you on a date? This was, by all means, a weird night. An apology, a confession, and now being asked out? 

Regardless, you can’t shake the feeling of wanting to be by his side again. And with a chance like this, why brush it off? “Yes, I accept your date.” 

“Then it’s a Valentine’s date. Cool.”

“Cool.” You awkwardly repeated after him, becoming squeamish with the brief silence. “Okay, well, now that we talked. I need to get some sleep.”

“Mmm, okay. Go get your sleep, then. Be sure to think of me in your dreams~”

Your head is shaken again, this time with a smile. “Whatever. I’ll try…Think of me too, Satoru.”

“I always do, Y/n.” Jesus, the way he gently and affectionately said your name. Is this what it’s like to admit you like someone? “Good night.”

“Good night…Oh, wait! You said you had a joke earlier.”

“Hmm…Oh, yeah?”

“Well, now that we’re kinda on good terms…What was the joke?”

“Oh! I was gonna say it’s kinda a shame that you’re sitting on a toilet and not on my face.”

“Goodbye, Gojo.”

“PFFFT, No, wait, I’m so—“

CLICK!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

As far as dates go about, this is one that Satoru Gojo was the most nervous about. 

As promised, after your class with Professor Naga ended, Gojo waited for you with his car on Main Street by your dormitory. He was already dressed for the date, adorned with a black turtleneck and jeans that matched his Chesterfield coat. But you had a few things you wanted to touch up on before going out for the night, so he texted back that he’d wait for you outside.

What he didn’t expect was being instantly shot down by you once you came down and walked to his car. Because holy fucking shit, you looked so fucking beautiful. If this was a “touch-up,” all the people he went on dates on must’ve not been trying.

You were wearing a black halter long-sleeve top; your collarbone and shoulders were out for his eyes to trace and breathe to hitch. Your arms were shielded by a hoodie that looked a bit big for you but did its job of protecting you from the cold winds. And black thigh socks that contrasted with the plaid skirt and the puffy boots. And…did you put on lipgloss on? Holy shit.

“So,” you’d say meekly to catch his attention since he’s examining your every feature. “I’m ready…” They were simple words, yet they had the power to have him stop leaning on the car and grab the door for you. You were chewing on your lip, avoiding his gaze that watched every step you took. “You’re staring, Satoru…”

“Hmm? Oh! Sorry...” He’d close your door and mutter, scratching his neck where the heat from his ears crawled around. 

And from there, the date began. The plan? He wanted to take you to some fancy restaurant, but you politely declined and told him you’d settle for dinner and a movie. And you two did just that, going to this burger joint that was popping off when you entered. You two sat at a booth by a window, enjoying your food and conversing about each other’s day.

“You did not have to do that.” You said in giggles, bringing a fry to your mouth. 

“I did, too!” Gojo replied after taking a big bite from his burger. “The fucker almost tried to dirty my basketball shoes; do you know how much those shits cost? Expensive as hell.” 

“Yeah, but to push your buddy to an ice bath because he almost dirtied your shoes?” You shook your head with a smile. “And all shoes are expensive these days, Satoru.”

“Yeah, well, mine were custom-made. So,” he takes another bite. “Serves him right.”

Gojo didn’t notice it himself, but you saw a bit of ketchup on the corner of his mouth. Tending to your friend’s obliviousness, you grab a napkin and stretch to him. At first, he thought you were giving it to him to wipe it off himself; nope. You did it for him, tenderly dabbing the condiment off his lip. 

And you didn’t even notice what you were doing until your eyes met his, instantly pulling your hand back. “Sorry! You just…had something on there…”

“Mmm, thank you…” he said it low, but you heard him. What you couldn’t hear, thank God, was the beat of his heart going at an unsteady rate. It took a minute for you two to shuffle uncomfortably for the conversation to flow back.

After the dinner was the movie, a random action movie that you two felt interested to see. And it wasn’t that bad of a film; the plot was pretty subpar, the acting mediocre, but overall, a good movie. 

However, Gojo couldn’t focus on the movie for lengthy periods because his eyes would usually drift to the right of him where you sat, surveying how engrossed you were watching the film that you didn’t notice him. God, even in the dark, you looked so gorgeous and cute. 

Sometimes, he’d glance at your armchair and look at your hand, the inner dialogue between himself on whether he should go for it and place his hand on top of yours. But he doesn’t do it. He wants to, but he can’t, not like this. It was killing him so much; the feeling of wanting to touch you and have you against him again was haunting him — they’ve been haunting him for the past few days now.

“Fuck…” he’d mutter under his breath, but you wouldn’t hear because of the sound of explosions coming from the theater speakers. He wanted you but didn’t want to mess this date up. He couldn’t afford to screw this chance with you, he just couldn’t. 

Once the movie was over, he’d walk with you to the parking lot where the car was parked. The chill winds of February crawl up on your bodies, and you bundle up into your warm hoodie. “Did you enjoy the movie?”

He hummed with a tilted head. “Meh, I’ve seen better. It wasn’t too bad. What about you; you liked it?” 

You looked up to ponder and shrugged, swaying side-to-side as Gojo leaned on his car. “Yeah, it was okay. There’s better stuff out there.”

“You just saying that to agree with me?” 

“No, maybe you’re reading my mind and copying my answers.” You give a tiny smug look, only for him to smile along.

He then asks, “So…did I do good with this?” He can’t lie; how you lifted your brow instead of giving an immediate answer made him a little nervous. And with the tilt of your head and turning your body fully towards him, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. You hand him your verdict:

“I think so. You treated me to good food, didn’t try to poison me, and got a free movie ticket out of it.” You jokingly punch his chest. “Yeah, I liked this date, Gojo. Consider yourself redeemed.”

He snickers lightly, “Good, I don’t think I can take another day of you being mad at me.” That made you giggle; good. Things go quiet for a while, and he averts his stare downward. His eyes land on your hand, the thoughts from the movie theater teetering back to his head. Goddamn it, he really wants to touch you—

“I can see you staring through those glasses, Gojo.” And just like that, you propelled your hand to link with his, making the tall boy flinch. “Your subtlety is wearing thin.”

Your teasing tone evokes a chuckle disguised in a sigh from Gojo, his fingers slithering to intertwine with yours. “What makes you think so?”

You peer up to him. Fuck, your eyes were so beautiful. “You were practically staring daggers at me while watching the movie. Am I on your mind that much?”

“Yes.” You expected a different answer – something more playful – and it’s why you couldn’t breathe after he brought his face closer to yours. “Infintely.”

Suddenly, the cold air didn’t bother you anymore. The heat on your face blossoms across your cheeks and ears while maintaining eye contact. “Am I on your mind right now?” He nods, your noses barely brushing each other. You whisper to him, “What are you thinking about?”

“I wanna kiss you.” He closes his eyes; you can see from his shades. “I want to hold you like I did before.” The hand clutching yours gets firmer. “I want you…Just you.”

The way he has with words effortlessly pulls you in, his voice comforting to the point you allow him to put his other hand around your waist. You faintly reply before connecting your lips with his. “I want you too…Satoru.”

When he pecks your lips, a feeling you two feared was wiped off the Earth returns to warm your bodies. Your hands instantly go around his neck like usual, sighing through your nostrils as you permit to sink into his hold and kiss.

Gojo uses this to bring his hand behind your neck to keep you on him, the kiss becoming more passionate by the second. He licks on your bottom lip, a sign of wanting entry. So, you open and lick him back before he takes the initiative to put his tongue inside your mouth. And you moan into his lips — fuck, how he missed the sounds you’d make for him. It felt like forever since the last time he heard them. 

This moment brings the spark between you two back, the sounds of the world around you drawing out from your space. All that mattered was you being in his embrace and him having you with him like this again. It all felt right — being with each other — with nothing bothering this peace meant for you two.

So much so that Gojo took it upon himself to convince you to stay with him tonight at a nice hotel close by, where you two couldn’t get off each other the moment you closed the door to your room. Hot kisses are exchanged as you two remove each other’s clothing, Gojo undoing your bra and lifting you to place on top of the bed. 

His lips never leave yours, even when his hands play with your chest. Your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer as he rocks into you. Your core down south experiences throbs that entail you want him, your horniness dialing up with every grind of his groin.

He breaks the kiss to playfully bite your lip so he can hear you yelp for him, placing his lips from your chin down to your neck. You say in shaky breaths, “Hahhh, Satoru, please touch me more…”

He lifts his lips from your clavicle, “Of course, princess; you know I always got you.” He then licks from your collarbone down to one of your nipples in a tantalizingly slow fashion, your body squirming from anticipating what he’s about to do. His tongue finds its way to swirl around the bud, having your hum to the wet touch. And when he decides to suck it into his mouth when it’s hardened, you gasp. 

But it doesn’t stop there, one hand tweezing the other nipple as he licks around the one in his mouth. The free one snakes down your abdomen to your skirt, lifting the material for his digits to meet the damp spot of your panties. 

You jerk at the feeling of him moving the material to the side, rubbing his bare fingers on your precious, wet cunt and clit. “Ahhnn! Satoru, Satoru—Mmmm…” He rubs around on your folds in circles before adding his forefinger smoothly inside, his slender digit efficiently rubbing your vaginal walls have you holding back whimpers. 

When he thinks you’re ready enough, he adds his middle finger inside. Both his digits scrape and graze around your inner walls, provoking silent screams to leave your lips. Your fingers find his hair to tug, which only has him suck on your breast more. 

“Hooohhh, mmmmh…Right there, right thereee…please—Ohooo…!” You moan to him, your thighs jerking with every scratch of his fingers in your chasm.

“Mmm…you close, pretty?” Gojo releases your nipple for a quick second, returning it inside his warm mouth after he sees you nod hurriedly. “Hold tight, okay? Lemme get you ready, sweetie…”

You cry at the increase in speed, the nails of his fingers scraping the velvety tender spots inside you. Your body jerks to him as your hands find his shoulders to pinch on. Gojo lets go of your bud once again to move his lips down south, spreading your legs to take a look at your mess.

“Holy shit,” he says with a bitten lip before he crouches down to kiss your clit after slipping your panties off. “I fucking missed this pretty thing so fucking much.” He licks your soapy folds up to your clit, drowning the delicate button with feverish laps of the tongue. It has you screaming his name, and he loved that so fucking much.

Gojo stuffs his face to your slit, drinking your essence while teasing the clit with fast swipes. Your wails get louder and louder, and he doesn’t make it any easier when he keeps your legs spread for him to continue his work. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m—“Ahhahnn!!”

That’s when you come onto his face, your cunt spasming with electric pulses and your legs shaking with every hit of your orgasm. And he keeps on sucking and licking your fluids; you’d think he’s sucking the life out of you. But you can’t blame him; the boy is starved for you.

He soon withdraws his face from between your legs when you’re done with wailing and crying, licking his lips and leaving off the bed to take out a condom, throwing his jeans and drawls to the floor. But then something is wrong, and you can see it when Gojo presses his lips into a thin line before climbing back to the bed and maneuvers on top of you. He aligns the glans of his cock to the entrance of your vagina, and it’s there that you notice he doesn’t have the rubber on.

“I…I forgot to bring a condom, sweetie.” He says to you in a tune that harbors slight worry, and you can tell from his azure eyes that he’s a little nervous about this step. You held back a giggle; for once, he looked adorable when worried about something.

“…How good is your pull-out game?” You ask, half-jokingly.

His white brows trench together. “Are you sure?” 

You nod and kiss him on the cheek. “I trust you, Satoru, so just be careful, okay?” 

He blinks at you, taken aback by your lack of resistance. Yet, at the same time, he knew you needed this just as much as he did. So, with that in mind, he pushes the glans into you, observing your breathing to gauge how much to propel inside. The tip of his length then bullies itself inside you, a sharp gasp coming from your sweet lips while Gojo moans at the raw feeling of you around him.

“—Hnnn! H–Hooooly fuck,” with every inch he pushes inside of you, the sensation of your pussy chills him up his spine. The rubber had been shielding this away from him, every dent and smooth tissue of you wrapping around him. Oh, fuck, this was a dangerous game to play. “Oh, shiiit, you feel so fucking good..”

You could agree with that notion, experiencing his naked girth inside you for the very first time. You could feel his veins graze against your walls, the curve scraping your spots tenderly. “Ohhhh, fuck, you too, ‘toru…Oh my God…”

Even starting with slow thrusts was a hard card to pull, the subtraction of the condom making this feel so new and fresh — a scary dance to do with two young lovers. He pulls his cock slowly til halfway up the tip and then rushes it back inside to your wetness. Your pretty purrs fly out with every movement.

Gojo takes this time to look at you with your disheveled figure sprawled out for him to see and pick at like eye candy. Watery eyes batting up at him with pleasure behind half-lidded orbs, your chest that he loves so much out for him to give a nipple another tweak, and your legs curling around him as his tempo increases. You’re so fucking beautiful, and he’s so lucky to be able to have you under him again. He wouldn’t want it any other way — he wants to belong to you and you with him. It’s a dream he’d kill to have with you.

“Y/n…” he says your name in a shaky breath, groaning at your slit clamping onto him so suddenly. “Can I…Be your boyfriend?”

You didn’t have enough time to react appropriately because Gojo hammers his cock into you with no warning. You scream out for him to stop, to wait a minute so you can give an adequate response! But no, he ruts into you like his hips have a mind of their own, forcing you to cling onto him for dear life as the curve of his length jabs you in places that have you rolling your eyes to the stars.

“—Ahahhnn!! Ahhh! W-Wait, Satoruuuu!!” Your words slur out with a hot breath, drool coming down your mouth with no control. “You want me….Mmnph! To be your—“

“Yes! Oh, fuck…yes!” He says with no hesitation, slamming his pelvis down to your pussy so fast that his balls smack on your taint. Oh, fuck, this felt way too damn good! “I wanna be yours, and I want you to be mine—Hooooh….No one else’s…!”

“Nnahh…!! Ohhh, my God, fuuuuck…!” Your heart beats eighty miles per hour, your whole body endures heat shared with Gojo, and your thoughts travel too fast to keep up. He wants to be my boyfriend? He wants to be my boyfriend! “…R–Really?”

“Yeah, really, really.” He smiles breathlessly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s be a couple, yeah? I want you so bad; you drive me so fucking crazy—Hannhh!! Shit, shit… I don’t want to hide this anymore — to hurt my cutie anymore. Let’s make this official so I can be with you without worries.” He snaps his hips harshly, grinding his pelvis with the flex of his abs, provoking more horny howls to seep from your puffy lips. He lowers to whisper to your ear while a hand clings to yours on the side. “Whatcha say, princess, hmm? Let’s be together….Hmmm…!”

Holy fuck, this is not a confession you were expecting while having your insides churned out, with your crush between your legs, in the middle of a hotel room, on Valentine’s Day. Your mind was getting foggy enough from the hot commotion in your inner thighs — now your head was filling up with fantasies of being with Gojo as a couple! This was beyond bizarre, something out of a fucking movie! 

And yet, you couldn’t find any reason to say no! There’s no denying it — those feelings Gojo had for you were the same as you had for him. You feel so happy being around him, in his hold, whispering and expressing his vulnerable side to you, and you’d want to throw all that away? Hell no! 

“—Mmm, yessss,” you can’t help but shed a little tear at him, to which he readily dries away with a thumb. “Yesss, Satoru, I wanna be yoursss — please…take care of me!”

Gojo slams his lips onto yours, your mewls taken by hungry lips while his strokes go at a rapid tempo. You almost choke on his spit from the way your clit catches abrupt hits from his pelvis, and the tip of his dick pokes your fragile spots with precision. 

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! You felt it; it’s coming. You felt it in your bones, the shivers crawling up your spine as you inhaled to prepare. “Maahhh! ‘Toruuu, I’m gonna cumm…! Quick, pull out—Oooooo!!” 

Thank God you gave him a warning. The tall other was too lost in the feeling that he was just about to come inside you! He removes his body off of yours to swiftly pull his member out, using his hand to finish the job for him, although he already misses the warmth of your cunt. 

He comes at the same time as you, his load shooting out from his urethra and spilling onto his hand. White fluids slide between his fingers as he continues to stroke himself off while your legs twitch and your slit contracts and flutters on nothing, letting the wave of your climax pass on through with every howl. 

The air of the hotel room cools your bodies after disconnecting your sexes off each other, and huffs and pants from heaving figures are evidence of you two trying to find your balance in the world. Sky-blue eyes lock in with yours, and he laughs in faint puffs.

He crawls his way back between your legs after wiping his hand, placing kisses up your neck and chin. “Hahhh, fuck, that felt way too good.”

“Mhmm,” you hum with him, letting him place his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Hey,” he traces a finger along your collarbone. “Wanna skip classes tomorrow?”

Your eyebrows draw upward. “One day of Valentine’s isn’t enough?”

“Nope~. Plus, I wanna make up a week’s worth of not being around you.”

“Pfft, sure,” you stifled a laugh. “But you need a single day to do all that?” 

He lifts his head with a grin. “Well, we don’t have enough clothes to stay here until Saturday.” He maneuvers himself to lie on his side. “Why? You doubt I can do it?”

“You’re free to prove me wrong,” you give him a sneer. “I suggest you start getting to work.” You didn’t expect your words to flip a switch, causing the snow-haired other to grab you by the legs to him. He restrains your hands above your head, and you can’t fight the giggles from his playful manner.

“With pleasure,” he claims your lips again, your sweet murmurs entering his ears.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Psst, oh my God, do you see that?”

“Holy shit, this can’t be real!”

“Woah…Am I in the right universe?”

“Satoru, I told you people would stare…hurry and let go of my hand—“

“Nope! I like where your hand is right now~.”

It was like this the entire day. Ever since your Valentine’s Day date with Gojo, things instantly returned to where they were supposed to be and more! It was amazing how one day could make the bitterness of the weeks prior dissipate with the February wind. There was nothing to be scorned about —nothing to be scared of — everything felt clear to you and the person you were holding hands with.

After that date successfully went well — and won your heart in more ways than one, you’ll admit — you and Gojo decided it was time to unveil the status of your relationship. No more secrets, no more hiding feelings for each other; you two were officially a couple, both in private and outward!

Spending two days alone together felt like a dream, being so close to each other without worrying about being seen and critiqued in the eyes of others. But now, back on campus grounds, you can’t go back on your promise and have to walk with your cheeks and ears burning as Gojo’s fingers tighten the grasp around yours. 

Of course, the change of pace was a complete shock to the students and staff on this Friday. The number of perplexed gazes and starstruck figures who stopped to look at the two of you was too many to count — hell, you even saw Professor Gakunaji’s eyes widen for the first time! It was all so embarrassing, being the talk on everyone’s mind after keeping a low profile for so long. And here you are, holding hands with the star basketball player, the guy everyone knew assumed you couldn’t stand being within arm’s length with, and now, the boy you want to spend the rest of your college life with, Satoru Gojo.

Who, by the way, is loving every single second of this — of course he is, the fucking cheeky bastard! You don’t think you’ve seen his smile and dimples never leave his face for the entire day. He was stuck to you like glue, walking you to your classes and immediately returning to your side after his lectures ended like a happy puppy. He knew you were a little overwhelmed with it all, but that wasn’t a problem because he’d happily make sure you didn’t think you were the only one going through with this. Plus, you just looked so fucking cute looking all bashful around him now that he expresses his love for you publicly. I mean, the way you were in shock after he kissed you on the cheek after walking you to your second class of the day with Utahime? Oh, he wished he had a picture! Especially with your roommate’s jaw dropped to the floor (which never closed throughout the remainder of class as she just stared at you) after seeing the startling, romantic interaction.

And now, here you two go, walking out from your last class of the day with Professor Yaga — who was caught off guard when you two walked in together with a lovey-dovey (mostly on Gojo’s part) atmosphere but gave you a small smile as you walked to your seats (which were changed because Gojo pleaded you sat next to him from now on) as Haibara and Ijichi exchanged cheeky glances at the observation. 

You two were walking down to the dining hall, where you planned to have dinner with Shoko and Geto and tell the two best friends of Satoru Gojo of your intimate relationship. But gosh, everything was going too fast! “Hey, Satoru—“

“Yeeeess~?” He says in a sing-song tune, too pleased with himself as he swings your hand to and fro with his. 

“Do we really have to do this today? Why not eat with Shoko and Geto tomorrow—“

“Huuuh!!? But I’m taking you out tomorrow!” You want to hide your face when passersby hear your boyfriend’s reaction, immediately swapping gossip when they’re out of your vision. “Besides, they’ll be hella busy studying tomorrow at the library, so today was the best option.” 

You nod aimlessly. Ughhh, this is just too much. I feel like my head is gonna implode. Then, you felt Gojo grip your palm tighter and put your walk to a stop, prompting you to look up at him again. 

“Hey,” he says with his signature smile, his dimples becoming more prominent now that you’re gazing up at him. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? I got you, and you got me, right?” And he brings you in for a tight hug that has you squeaking and your lips quivering from hearing people gasp at the display of affection. “And now that I finally have you to myself — officially! — don’t think for a second that you can ever get rid of me!”

On the one side, you really want this fool to let go of you so everyone can stop staring and you can get this dinner over with! And yet, on the other side, your heart was beating in such a tune that had you melt into his embrace, and the smell of his cologne made you hum to his chest. You can’t seem to fight the smile growing on your face and your hands coming around to hug the white-haired, lovestruck fool back. “You’re too silly, Satoru…”

“Uhh, are we interrupting something?” 

With haste, you and Gojo break the hug to see the owner of that familiar voice. To your surprise, it was Shoko greeting you two with a smile. Next to her was Geto, also harboring a sly smile on his face before you. 

You cough to clear your throat away from Gojo, who sneaks his hand on your shoulder to keep you close. “H–Hi Shoko, Geto! I see you guys beat us to the dining hall.“

“Yeah, we were wondering if you two would make it. But now,” Shoko’s brown eyes venture from the figures of Gojo and you being close together, “I can see that you two wanted a bit of time to yourselves.”

“Uhhh, oh, you know; we just wanted to walk together since we had our last class for today!” You try to move your shoulder away from Gojo, but his grasp gets firmer and firmer.

Geto laughs, “Oh, no need to act so shy on us, Y/n! It’s good to know that you two are back to being close and cool now. Especially now that you two are a couple.”

“Ohhh, c’mon now, we’re not—“ you stopped, your body going rigid, and everything suddenly fell silent. “Wait….You knew?”

Geto hums as confirmation. “Yeah? Gojo told me.”

Your face forms into confusion. Gojo?

“Me?” Silver brows hang up at the statement. “I never said anything.”

Shoko makes a slightly bewildered expression. “What are you talking about? Remember that photo that you sent to Geto on Wednesday, and—“

“Woah, woah, woah.” Gojo’s fingers tense on your shoulder. Oh, he knows he’s in trouble. You can tell as he silently removes his hand while you question his best friends. “What picture?”

“Uhhh, the one he sent when you two were out for Valentine’s?” When we WHAT!? “Hold on, lemme pull it up from our messages…Yeah, this one.”

The moment Geto brings out his phone and gives it to you, Gojo felt his heart dropped to his ass. Not that you could tell, but the aura of fear was enough to be picked up. What showed on the screen not only had your jaw drop to your feet, but the cutesy feelings you had a minute ago with Gojo faded. Instead, it was replaced with the growing irritation that had your fingers tremble.

Geto’s phone screen displays a message and an attachment from Gojo on the night of your date. Judging by the time, it happened when you assumed you two were sleeping. The attachment proves your point, showing your sleeping face peacefully on Gojo’s bare chest. And the man in question is shown groggily awake, holding his phone to take the picture while his lips are planted on your forehead. The message below the photo answers Geto’s question, “Yo, you two made up already?” To which the taller figure says, “Yeah, kissed and made up. :3”

“Gojoooo….”

Before you do or say anything, your shaky hands return the phone to its owner, which Geto takes silently while backing three steps away with Shoko. 

“SATORUUUU!!!”

You yell out his name without a care for the people around you who immediately look at you. You turn to where he’s supposed to be — supposedly by your side. But you’re not surprised to see that he’s gone, turning your heel to find that the snowy-headed figure was backing up with his hands up.

“H–Hey now, Y/n,” He says nervously. He better be nervous because your eyes showcased a wrath he wasn’t ready for. “Calm down for me, okay, princess?”

“You…Are so…FucKING DEAD!!!”

And it was there that you chased him down, running around the halls. Geto and Shoko watch with baffled expressions before they scoff with laughter. The same goes with the other students who witness the commotion, enjoying the familiar banter between you two. 

It’s weird to say that you and Gojo are officially a couple now, at least to the public eye. However, no one seems to be in denial of it or push it aside. If anything, they seem happy for you two, finally coming around to express each other’s love for one another in a better way than insults and shouts.

And your friends can say the same, enjoying the change of ambiance whenever you two are in the same space. No more trying to ignore the rambles and arguments between you two, no more tired eyes rolling around their sockets when you call each other names. Because they know those will happen anyway; nonetheless, it’s now in a better light that the banner of young love is finally open and hanged.

 It’s a love that you and Gojo can finally express, be free, and be happy with.

“COME BACK HERE, SATORU GOJO!!”

“NO, YOU’RE JUST GONNA HIT ME!!”

And you two wouldn’t want it any other way. 

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Happy Black History Month. 🙏🏾

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ur fave is fucking you and mid way you hear them mumble “maybe one kid won’t hurt” wyd?

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Hear me out:

Demon ruts.

Like imagine-

Lucifer getting so painfully hard and needy that he has to swallow his pride to press you to "Please! Please let him fuck you!" He's practically on his knees begging you. Bonus points if you play hard to get. If you manage to play your cards right, then he'll actually devolve to groveling on his knees, precum absolutely dripping from the head of his cock as he grabs at your hips in desperation. He always has to be the epitome of control, but he secretly lives for these times where he finally yields and lets you take the reins. A whole week of not having to worry about anything more than filling you to the brim? Yes, please.

You'll have Mammon going absolutely feral with the slightest brush against his chest or shoulders- He'll be so greedy for your touch that you won't be able to leave yours or his room; one of the other brothers having to bring food and water for you to consume during the small lucid breaks between his rounds of salacity. I hope your stamina is good because you're scarcely going to be let out bed for the next few days...

On the edge of practical insanity, Leviathan wants nothing more than to watch as you bounce yourself on his cock, the smack of your thighs against his pelvis being the most erotic thing he can imagine. He's nothing short of mesmerized by the jiggle of your thighs as you continue to slam down onto him. Mixing that with the purely pornographic expression and sounds you're letting trickle from your pretty lips has him bucking his hips into your with renewed vigor. He's almost envious for everyone else because they'll never get to see you like this. No, this sight is reserved for him and him alone...

Satan holds your wrists in a bruising grip behind your back as he pounds into you from behind; it's as if he's furious. Probably because he is- how dare you speak to that lowly demon? Don't you know your his? He's growling in your ear how "you belong to him" and how he'll "kill anyone for touching what's his". Your ass is red from the sheer force behind each thrust. You can't bring yourself to mind, though, not when the tip of his cock is brushing so deliciously against that special spot.

Your body molds together with Asmodeus in the most beautiful way. The lust filled air, hot and heavy as you work each other towards your crescendo. There's no work from Picasso or Van Gogh or Monet that can rival the pure art that is the the two of you during this week. He holds you just as close as you hold him as your hips roll rhythmically together. Hickies grace each of you in a constellation that traces out the testiment of you connection.

You're sticky with a mixture of sweat, cum, and all of the sweet drizzles Beelzebub used. He's grunting out the most obscene things you've ever heard as he rumbles about "how sweet you are for him". His tongue lapping up the remnants of the whipped cream he used earlier, the sweetness mixing deliciously with the salty, savory taste of your combined cum. His large hands holding you in place as he moves to lap up the bit of caramel still coating your aching slit. Don't even think about trying to shower- you're his for the taking this week and he wants to taste everything you have to offer...

It's the mixture of slow, deep thrusting and animalistic fucking that has you slowly losing your mind with Belphegor. The few hours of sleep you get are interrupted by his familiar weight settling in top of you as he slides home for the first time of many that day. The slow, tired rolls of his hips turn into rough thrusts that have his heavy balls slapping perfectly against your ass cheeks, the sound mortifyingly vulgar in the quiet early morning hours. His hands gripping yours in a way that almost makes this feel intimate in comparison to the carnal fucking that it actually is.

(I don't know what this is either... I wrote this instead of socializing at my family's 4th of July reunion 🥲🔫)

Reblogs are appreciated!🛐 Happy 4th to everyone who celebrates it🎉

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Sucking Lucifer's cock so well that he's barely able to speak. His eyes are struggling to stay open, he's fighting them to not roll to the back of his head.

He let's out a loud shudder, his thighs shivering as you suck hard on the tip of his cock. You start to kiss the side of his cock, licking upward back to the tip before wrapping your lips around him. As soon as his cock hit the back of your throat, Lucifer let out an embarrassingly loud moan. His hands gripped his thighs as he threw his head back, "Oh fucckk,, haah- ah!~ ohh so good, so good what are you doing to me aahh,,"

The way his hips buck and his tummy clenched and relaxes, his mouth open with drool and moans flowing out. All while you slobber on his cock, he praises you

Or at least what you can make out to be praise

His moans grow louder and his hands fly to his face as he covers his blushing expression, his peak getting close. His back arches and his eyes roll back, a low and satisfied groan escapes his mouth as his warm cum shoots down your throat.

Oh how you have this demon wrapped around your finger <3

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FUCKING PAPER RINGS???? Like the one song that's on almost all mammon playlists????

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

??????

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Mammon is great at making balloon animals. Who knew?

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diavolo hears asmodeus call himself a thot and thinks it’s a compliment so the next time he sees mc he tells them they look like a thot with no context

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Hiya, I just read your Lucifer with a devotee ask and I was wondering if you could do the same with Leviathan or Diavolo from Obey Me?

Absolutely beloved! I am not sure how TF I didn’t see this?? (Writing really long Fics is actually so much work)

Leviathan:

- shook

- Literally at a loss

-Thinks you’re joking

- He will notice you, but def won’t notice that YOU are his Henry

- Probably will be like “you’re def not as good at them”

- And gushes about his Henry, and you’re just like 🤨📸

- All the brothers are surprised you follow him and look out for him so easily

- During the TSL arc the only time you’ve ever feared him was then

- after that you flat out don’t talk to him

- Avoid him

- He feels bad but not really bc “why would he feel bad about hurting a normie’s feelings”

- Your pact mark glows then too because I think if you were his devotee he would give you a pact easily after working with you for a while

- Levi was too upset to notice the searing pain in his chest when he attacked you

- Or how cold he felt right after

- Mammon nursing your sprained wrist, and you’re barely listening to him

- Well end up making you spill the beans, and he is FLOORED that you have a pact w Levi bc uh hello?? He’s your FIRST MAN??

- He will keep this a secret but the way more protective of you

- The house is low-key really awkward because of y'all too

- mammon giving Levi the stink eye

- Levi upset he’s feeling so many hurt feelings because he still don’t get y'all two are connected

- Gets REALLY depressed when his most beloved Henry isn’t picking up

- Like he can’t even feel your presence??

- Will barge into your room back in the human realm and move all the shit in your alter around wondering WTF is going on

- Maybe you’re at work or something, weird he didn’t know but okay

- Tries three more times, and you’re not there

- Worried something happened to you

- Gets super upset and Lucifer is like bro wtf is you sniffling for??

- dinner is wild bc when is the HOL not like a soap opera 😭

- Asmo is like the human you made a pact with??

- Asking Lucifer to check and see if your dead because he can only mildly feel your presence, but you’re not talking to him

- Mammon is uncharacteristically quiet

- He’s side eyeing the light blue mark glowing under the table (I HC that his would be in a place that’s always covered like right below your hipbone or like lower back and not more visible the other brothers marks)

- And then looking at you like “are you good?”

- Levi still babbling on about his Henry, and he’s upset they aren’t here

- Mammon is your protector, and he’s gonna stand on business about you EVERY time

- Also he can’t help not saying some slick shit 💀

- “Maybe if ya didn’t try to kill them your ‘precious’ Henry would want to talk to you

- Levi windows blue screen resetting Rn

- Satan messy bitch number 2 just hums and is like “I had my suspicions, but I wasn’t completely sure you were one of his followers”

- Asmo is gushing about how cute this is

- And ofc Levi is too awkward and anxious to even look you in the eye

- Dinner is still awkward but goes by smoother than before

- You go to your room to mind your business as you do, and you hear this timid ass knock on the door

- Like nobody in this house knocks that MF soft Levi IK it’s you

- Shuffles into your room w his head down and starts fumbling over his worlds

-“ you could have told me it was you…”

- “Didn’t think I had to. I never thought you would hurt me….”

- Shaking in his boots as he rambles out an apology and starts spiraling honestly

- You can barely hear him talking low as hell

- “Gah! And then I was bragging to you about YOU… How embarrassing!”

- You let him know you forgive him by teasing him

- “…….so….your so-called Henry was your most favorite?”

- He’s literally fighting for his life MC, please spare him

- Will act like hot shit lmao

- Monopolizing all your time too, like the other 6 bothers are exhausted

- Can’t even work towards getting belphie out of the attic because he’s always taking up your time

- “Sorry I’m borrowing them because we’re going top secret ritual stuff”

- “You are literally just going to play the new Ruri-Chan game”

- “OKAY AND???”

- Asmo sitting back and watching the chaos bc he knows y'all getting down and nasty on the regular

- “Someone go tell them to relax I can hear thumping because they’ve been gaming all morning”

- And he’s blowing your back out and realigning your chakras

- Like you can only cover up the scratch marks and hickeys with his clothes for so long

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hey hey! I really like your writing :) I have a request for the brothers:

gn!mc who has trouble sleeping alone bc of nightmares. they can very rarely sleep but are great at hiding it, because they don’t want to bother anybody. they never notice because mc always sleeps fine during sleepovers??? until eventually the lack of sleep gets to them too much and it becomes too noticeable. how do they respond when mc (reluctantly) reveals the truth?

thank you and have a lovely day ❤️

Good prompt! I like this one :)

(This one took a few hours! Hope you like it!)

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Lucifer:

‘…something’s amiss with our human.’ Lucifer thinks.

He’s been observing them lately. Since he cracked down on his brothers sneaking into their room at night—in order to give the poor human a break, so they may rest well and have time to study for the upcoming wave of tests—they’ve been… sluggish. More forgetful. Their assignments are coming back notably worse. He was irritated at first, but when he brought them into his office to confront them about it, he couldn’t ignore how… off they seemed.

Lucifer sets his irritation with their slipping standards aside, in favour of concern. He is above petty reactions, he decides. No, he is reasonable enough to see that there must be a cause for this.

“MC. I did not call you here to berate you. I am not angry with you. Something is obviously wrong. Please, I cannot help you until you tell me what it is.”

You’re not sure if it’s the jarringly unmasked concern in his eyes, or the rising feeling of guilt for stressing him out more than usual that finally cracks your resolve.

Whatever it is, you confide in him. You tell him that you’ve not been sleeping well. He pries the reason out of you, by pointing out his observations about the timing.

Begrudgingly, you admit to having nightmares when you try to sleep alone.

Outwardly, he remains businesslike and practical as always. In his mind, he’s facepalming. In retrospect, the signs are all there! How did he not notice??

He feels just a bit sorry, too. In his attempt to help you, he directly made everything worse. What a great job he’s done…

Then he mentally slaps himself. There’s no use dwelling on that! He can fix this. Very, very easily!

“I see. Then, sleep in my room tonight. I will ensure no nightmares bother you. Once you’ve recovered enough to learn again, I will help you bring your grades back up to your usual standard. Is this satisfactory?”

He refuses to hear any guilt from you about imposing, or taking up his time, or being a burden.

“I am choosing to carry you, MC. There’s no burden.”

From that point on, you’re always welcome in his bed. On the rare occasion that he isn’t home and none of his brothers can sleep over with you, he lends you his coat to sleep under. The familiar scent of him that clings to it is better than nothing.

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Mammon:

…Okay, at this point, he HAS to pry. Mammon is one of the first to notice that you’ve not exactly been well lately. You’re being unusually scatterbrained, clumsy, and spacey. You don’t have any energy. It’s obvious to him that there’s a sleep issue! He’s more observant than he looks, ya know!

Now that he thinks of it, these traits are not THAT out of character for you. They’re not usually this bad though!

…shit, does that mean you’re usually sleep deprived? That’s not good. Well! You’re HIS human, and he loves you lots and takes your well being very seriously, as much as he hates to say it out loud. So, he commits himself to figuring this out!

Evening comes. Mammon follows you into the hall leading towards your room. You bash your hip against a wall corner and almost fall to the floor as you dizzily stumble, trying to catch yourself. Mammon grabs you to steady you. Yeah, at this point he has to pry.

“Be careful, human! Seriously, you’d break all your lil toothpick bones without the great Mammon around to protect ya! What’s up with that, huh?”

You trust him of course, but… you’re embarrassed. You don’t want to tell him.

He clicks his tongue impatiently. You don’t say anything. He grabs you by the shoulders and steers you into his room. He pushes you down to sit on his bed.

“C’mon, MC. Talk to me. Your first man is here to help!”

“…”

“…please?”

Now, that… almost does it. You feel bad for being stubborn. You know he’s worried, and chaotic as he can be, he’s proven himself as a very good guardian demon time and time again. You take a deep breath, gathering your resolve.

You take just a bit too long. Mammon groans.

“I’m very annoying, yknow. I’ll get it outta ya somehow!”

Mammon pokes your cheeks, gently shakes you, tugs lightly at your hair, as he demands that you talk to him.

“Tell me, tell me tell me tell me tell me, c’mooooon humaaan, tell me!”

‘Oh, fucking fine!’ You think. You confide in him.

He’s mildly tempted to be like, ‘was that really so hard,’ but he won’t. He’s far more concerned than annoyed with you. He feels bad about all the super late nights out he’s been having lately. He wants to always be there for you! Him having missed something like this has him mentally kicking his own ass.

Mammon puts all that aside for now, though. He roots around in a drawer to get two pairs of his old, worn and comfy sweatpants, plus an old tshirt, faded and worn soft from use. He throws the shirt and one of the sweatpants at you

“Go brush your teeth and change, then come right back. We’re having an early night.”

When you return, he locks his door, then puts you back in his bed. He’s changed into the other pair of sweatpants. Mammon wraps himself around you as much as he can, as if to bodily shield you from the nightmares, then pulls his blanket over both of you.

“Sleep, human. No nightmares’ll DARE mess with you now. Not while I’m here. I’ll protect ya.”

Having him so close to you feels like home. Nothing else has ever felt so safe. You sleep deeply, for hours longer than you have in a while.

(Mammon is never letting you sleep alone again)

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Levi:

As much as Levi doesn’t want to bother you, he’s getting worried. You’re performing WAY worse at your video games than usual! You’re missing so many inputs! He knows your usual skill level, this game should be a relaxing walk in the park for you! He’s too worried to even make fun of you!

“Ok, that’s it! I can’t take it anymore! What happened to you, normie?? Are you sick?? Do you… not want to play with me? What’s happening??”

He’s worked himself into a panic. You know he’s sensitive enough right now to take it personally if you don’t confide in him. So fine! You’ll talk!

You’ll talk… auuugh, you can’t get the words out! You’re too self conscious about it. Fuck it. You take your DDD out of your pocket and send him a text.

>not been sleeping well. Nightmares. So tired, can’t pretend anymore! >:( Nothing personal, promise!

Levi reads the text. He chews the inside of his cheek for a long moment, thinking. Then he snaps to attention, looking at you with intense determination.

“We can’t have that! I need my player two in optimal condition! There’s no other way for us to win at any games!”

Levi resorts to his old faithful: relaxing slice of life anime! He makes a big pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, arranging them into an MC-and-Levi sized nest. It’s late enough into the evening that it’s reasonable enough to try to put you to sleep.

If just the anime and the blankets and the being in his room isn’t enough to knock you out, he’ll shyly inch over to you to hold your hand. Blushing and looking away from you because he’s shy, but he’ll do it.

If you ask him—or just look sad and cute enough—he’ll even curl up in the blanket-nest behind you and hold you. Levi won’t have ANYTHING hurting his Henry, not if he can do anything about it!

He doesn’t mind holding you all night like this. The fact that you’re asleep helps, he’s not shy when you’re not perceiving him. The anime he’s still watching is helping too.

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Satan:

As soon as he started to get the feeling something was wrong with you, he began watching you intently. He’s sharp, so he would have caught this very early on.

He can’t help but have a little fun with this investigation at first, thinking of it as detective work.

Soon though, he gets concerned. You’re irritable, you’re not retaining information or remembering small things as well, you’re clumsier and less generally aware… all dangerous things to be in this realm.

He doesn’t need you to tell him what’s wrong. He puts it together himself. He knows you sleep just fine with him, he knows you seem well rested after sleepovers with any of his brothers too. Clearly it’s not general insomnia. He also knows that the usual frequent sleepovers haven’t been happening for a while now.

When he confronts you, he doesn’t start with asking questions. He lays out all the evidence he’s collected and states his guesses as to the cause.

He tells you he has concluded it could be any of these causes: loneliness, separation anxiety, touch deprivation, nightmares, stress-induced insomnia. He asks you to tell him which it is, if it’s more than one, if it’s something else?

He’s so clinical about it, you pretty much forget to be self conscious. All you have to do it confirm that it’s nightmares and they only happen when you sleep alone.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says, regardless of how little you’ve actually told him. “You’re more than welcome to sleep over with me any time. You don’t even have to ask. Just tell me that you’re sleeping over.”

That evening, he leads you into his room. He lies on his back, book in hand, and beckons you to lie on top of him.

He guides your head to rest in the crook of his neck. He balances his book against your shoulders, holding it with one hand. The other wraps around your waist, his thumb rubbing your side soothingly, and he begins to read aloud to you.

His voice and his warmth soothe you to sleep. Not a single nightmare dares touch you.

Asmo:

The first thing Asmo notices is the darkened circles under your eyes.

“Oh, my darling! Your skin!” He gasps, genuinely horrified. “Come, we can do better than that. Let your Asmo take care of you~”

As he often does, Asmo brings you to his room for a spa day. Evening. Night. It’s late.

He smooths moisturizer into your skin, using all the appropriate human-safe products for revitalizing you when you’re tired. He gets a helpful mask on you, then one for him too. As you wait for it to dry, he asks you what’s up.

“Can’t sleep, lovely? You know, if you’re restless I can always tire you out~”

You roll your eyes and elbow him lightly. You expected nothing less from Asmo. Knowing him as well as you do, it’s more endearing than bothersome. You know he’s showing you that he cares.

“Offer’s always open, darling!” He giggles. “But, is there anything else I could do for you? Need to get something off your chest? Or just some good company, hmm?”

Asmo’s really sweet. It’s easy to open up to him—or, as easy as opening up gets. He massages your hand in silence as you gather your resolve to confide in him.

He listens sympathetically. Nodding and humming an encouraging response in all the right places as you speak. Squeezing your hand when you need support. Just… being the emotionally intelligent sweetheart that Asmo always is with you.

“You’re welcome to sleep here, love. Nothing you don’t want will happen, of course. Now, let me wash that mask off you, then we can snuggle if you like.”

He washes off the mask, touching you very tenderly as he does. He takes his time gently washing the product off your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb affectionately. He gives you a little forehead kiss when your face is clean as his thanks for trusting him.

He lets you lead on how much contact you want. He really just wants to help. He’s happiest if you choose to snuggle with him, but he’s totally chill with just holding your hand, or even just lying next to you. He’s awesome like that.

No matter what you choose, the familiar perfume of Asmo’s room and the reassuring rhythm of his breathing lulls you to sleep. It feels safe.

You sleep really well. Asmo really is the best.

Beel:

Beel understands nightmares. He gets them too. He spots the signs easily, familiar as they are to him.

All he has to do is spot the haunted look in your eyes when he sees you before breakfast. Very distracted he usually is at that time, yes, but he loves you. He pays attention to you. He notices it pretty quick.

He can’t help but wonder why you haven’t approached him about it. Hasn’t he demonstrated to you that nightmares in particular are a thing he’s safe for you to confide in about? He’s not going to take it personally, but he IS going to worry.

He keeps an ear trained on your room whenever he goes into the kitchen at night. Carefully listening for any signs of distress.

After a few nights of this, he gives into his impulse and goes to check on you after his midnight snack. He brings you something he knows you like.

He’s not surprised to find you awake.

“Hey.” He says through a mouthful of his own food. “Want a snack?” He comes in to put it in your hands as soon as you look at him.

The two of you eat together, sitting quietly on your bed side by side. Beel’s careful not to drop any crumbs.

You remain quiet even after all traces of snacks are eliminated.

“Nightmares?” Beel asks gently, looking at you with those irresistible soft worried puppy eyes he does. You can’t lie to him. You’re not a monster!

You nod. He hums sympathetically, looking genuinely saddened on your behalf. He gets it.

“Want a hug?” He offers

You press yourself into his side. He wraps one very big arm around you, and you melt into him like warm mozzarella. His solid presence is reassuring. You feel so safe with him. You’re already starting to drift as he rubs your shoulder with one large thumb.

“Would it help if I stay?” Beel murmurs to you.

You nod again.

So Beel picks you up, settling himself in your bed with you and arranging you comfortably in his arms.

He starts softly stroking your hair. Trying to help you relax more.

“Thanks for letting me help you.” Beel says earnestly. It’s obvious that he really means it. He’s grateful you’re trusting him with this. He’s very happy that you’re accepting his comfort, because he wants nothing more than to help you and protect you.

He’s good at that. Being comforting. Helpful and protective—that’s Beel.

You drift off peacefully, with nothing on your mind except the sleep-blurred sentiment of feeling grateful for him, too.

Belphie:

Without question, Belphie is the first one to notice that you’re having nightmares. Sleep is his main thing!

You only get to have one bad night before he steps in. He drags you up to the attic to nap with you right after school. No nightmares happen, of course, because you’re not sleeping alone. Belphie congratulates himself on a job well done!

…wait. Again?? He finds himself aware that you’re having another nightmare that night, hours later when you’re trying to sleep by yourself. Fuck sake.

He goes to your room. You snap awake at the disturbance. He pours himself into your bed, draping across you like a clingy cat and going right back to sleep.

Bit rude. But this is helpful. You go back to sleep too, and have no nightmares. Good job, Belphie.

Then the next night, it happens again!! Mildly vexed at the persistent issue, he does the same thing as last night.

The next evening, he doesn’t let you go to bed alone to begin with. He goes with you, staying just aware enough that he can snipe your nightmares before they get a chance to terrorize you—but… none happen? Huh. Wild. Okay.

The next night, he finally asks you what the deal is. You reluctantly tell him that you have nightmares only when you sleep alone.

He mentally slaps himself. Obviously!

He was prepared to use any of his avatar of sloth abilities necessary to cure you of your nightmares, and he still is, but he’s happy (and secretly endeared) to learn that the cure is nothing more than his presence. Less work for him! Less work, AND a good excuse to steal you away for naps all the time! Two of his favourite things!

Belphie is never letting you sleep alone again. No, you’ll either be together in your room, together in his and Beel’s room, or together in the attic.

He’ll make an exception for sleepovers with his other brothers too if you miss them. You’re so lucky he loves you.

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Monster boyfriend whose semen is mildly dangerous for humans so he 100% absolutely can not cum inside of you when he fucks you.

Even as he fucks you, his precum is enough to make your body tingle. he means to pull out, he has to. But your sweet cunt is just so tight, milking his shaft so hard he can't help it. Your dirty pussy needs his cum.

At first, he worries that he accidentally poisoned you because his pull-out game is weak but it turns out that when people say "mildly dangerous to humans" they mean "one hell of an aphrodisiac".

You spend the rest of the night grinding against him, whimpering like a bitch in heat begging him to fuck you good and hard. He knows you won't calm down until he can keep himself from unloading in your cum coated pussy, but how can he say no when you and your cunt are both begging for him? Eventually one of you will pass out, that's the only way it stops.

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Flipping the Script: Leviathan Progression (Human World AU)

Previously: After a baggage mishap at the airport, you and your cosplay group found the perfect replacement for your Lord of Shadows! Rejoice, as now a demon has your number! (Not that you know that)

Contents: Second person (you), fluff, MC is an otaku, MC is down bad, mutual pining between idiots

Part One, Part Two (You are here), Part Three (Coming Soon)...

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Levi met up with you and your team for the photoshoot that day, and it couldn’t have gone better!

As promised, you spent your first visit to the vendors room with him as part of his compensation for helping you out. What you hadn’t expected was for him to be quite so funny during your time together.

He had an infectious energy about him… Especially when talking about the shows and hobbies that he liked to indulge in. Coincidently, they happened to line up with a lot of your interests as well, so there was a nearly endless conversations between you two.

By the time the rest of your team tracked you down to do a scheduled fan signing, you and Levi had already gotten lunch at a themed café and exchanged online handles to play games together back at the hotel. Then they had to sit and suffer through you rambling about just how sweet and hilarious he was...

Even after the convention, the two of you kept up a very steady contact. Weekly game nights were an absolute must and he occasionally would join chats with you if you decided to stream. Leviachan, as you'd happily begun to call him, became a fast regular in your DMs and on your chat history.

You were surprised that for all of Levi's skill, he didn’t have the same kind of social media presence that you had to share his cosplay. You offered multiple times to bring him in for collabs together, but…

Well, Levi was always super cagey with you about just WHERE he lives or even where he was born in! When you first asked, he said it was, “J-just a small place somewhere out there! Nowhere important.”

To some extent, you understood his desire for privacy, so you've never really pried, but it still felt so odd that he wouldn’t even give you a country… Not even a time zone! Whenever you wanted to call him, he’d always just “up.” Did he ever sleep??

What information you could gain from him was mainly family-related. He had six brothers, no Mom, and an estranged Dad. The one you saw on the day you met him, Malcolm, was the second oldest and their relationship seemed… complicated.

It wasn’t until you both decided to do a video call to play a game he sent you that you got to first meet the others...

You had your computer booting up the copy of Demonlands 2 that Levi sent for you to play while the window for your video call rang for him to pick up. It was another typical Friday game night for you, though you decided not to stream in favor of having a chill night of fun with Levi. He had been talking up this as one of his comfort games for a long while, though you had never heard of it yourself, so when he offered to give you copy you sprang for it! Over the months you’d gotten to know the shy otaku, you’d learned to put paramount trust in his recommendations. He really knew his stuff, anime AND game-wise, so listening to him was like having your own personal guru.

You slid your headphones on and got comfortable in your chair right as Levi’s end picked up and the corner of your monitor displayed the smiling face of the man who'd quickly grown to become your best friend. The ambient blue light of his room tinged the violet in his hair a shade of indigo, but left the sunset shade of his eyes more or less intact. You'd already expressed some jealousy to Levi over his sweet setup... what parts of it he's been willing to show you anyway. He'd given you the digital tour of his figurines, manga, and games collections, as well as showing you little Henry. You had no idea someone would commit to an aquatic aesthetic so hard that they’d actually sleep in a bathtub, but at the same time it felt so very… Levi. Nothing in his bedroom was like anything you'd ever seen before, like, who actually sleeps next to an aquarium tank?? Maybe his family were the eccentric type…

“Hey, Y/n! Sorry that I'm picking up late.”

“No, it’s fine! I was grabbing a snack earlier. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing important.”

You watched Levi start checking over his monitor through the screen while mindlessly twisting the black wire of your headphones between your fingertips. When you first started to play games together, these little silences between you would feel awkward and Levi would scramble to get find anything he could to fill them. To alleviate the tension, you’d play a shared playlist of your favorite otacore or ani-songs to make him more comfortable, but for the last month or so he hadn’t needed it as much. The silences were now… pleasant. You could take your time with each other like real friends could and it felt pretty nice.

Most of your offline friends knew how embarrassingly down bad you'd become for this guy. You hoped your cosplay audience hadn't picked up on it yet, but there would always be those comments that point out how you gush about him whenever he offered you a new accessory for your outfits… If you guys had a ship name, you didn’t know it'd be yet.

…

Not that you had any ideas about it or anything. You? Ship yourself with your best friend?? Absolutely not! Like, who would actually do that-?

“Y/n?”

“Huh??”

Levi's voice interjected itself into your thoughts, making you fumble with the headphone wire as you recovered.

“Hey, are you alright? You were just staring off there…”

Now back in reality, you stuttered out an embarrassed apology to your confused friend and try to smile it off.

“Oh yeah, Levi, I'm alright. It's just a long week, so I'm ready for some gaming!”

You prayed that the bubbly feeling in your chest wasn't also showing on your face when you watched his expression light up. That determined smile was more than half of the reason you agreed to these game nights of yours when he first brought up the idea. He took to giving you a good time as passionately as a great DM runs their campaign and you appreciated the hell out of him for it... Having a life on social media and being in the public eye could absolutely drain a person, but with Levi you could just relax and recharge with the stuff you loved…

“Okay, Y/n, do you have everything running?”

“Yep! Got it all installed last night.”

“Great! Go ahead and open the co-op menu and-"

His voice got cut off in your headphones by the sound of a sharp knock coming from behind him. Levi's eyes briefly grew to the size of saucers as they darted over his shoulder then back at your image onscreen.

“Levi...? What's wrong?”

“Nothing! Uh… J-just a second!”

You watched him lurch over his desk and fumble with his mouse until eventually the camera feed cut to black. You were definitely getting concerned, since Levi had almost never reacted that way to an outside noise before, but soon your worry morphed into curiosity. A sing-song voice called out through your headphones, one you had never heard before, and after checking the chat window you realized that, yep…

Levi forgot to mute the call.

“Oh Levi~! What made you think we're done talking? Is that your little friend in there??”

The man's voice was at a higher pitch than Levi's and he sounded pretty… annoyed. Or at least insistent about something. You heard the sound of door hinges swinging open, followed by Levi's much more exasperated tone.

“Go away, Asmo-gak! Why are all of you here!?”

A new voice joined the fray, this one was much softer than the other two. They spoke at a languid pace, slow like honey pouring from a bottle. Did he just wake up or something...?

“We thought you've been talking to a computer this whole time, but Mammon says that they're a real person…”

“Yeah, I’ve seen'em too! Tell'em Levi!”

That one you knew had to be Malcolm! There was no mistaking the energetic punch to his words, but who the heck was Mammon?? You didn’t recall meeting him too…

“Ugh, yes! They're real, but no you can’t all see them! We just started a new game, so go away!!”

“Uhm, Levi?”

Your question must have come through the speakers because, for moment, the sudden silence on the other end was deafening… then all hell broke loose at once.

Another voice spoke up now, one that sounded a lot deeper and almost velvety coming through your headphones.

“Was that them just now?”

Another responds, also deep, but muffled? As if they're trying to speak past a mouthful of marshmallows…

“Mmnph-‘ink so-mmmgh…”

The higher voice chimed in well over them both.

“Oh, we should go say hi!! What do you think, Levi? You can't keep teasing us like this!”

The blank screen on your monitor was starting to kill you seemingly as much as it was them… You desperately wanted some kind of explanation, but more importantly…!

“Levi, who's over there? Are those your brothers?!”

Your ears perked from the a collective gasp you heard on the other end, then the excitable one spoke again.

“They know about us???”

“NO!! N-not everything! Please leave-!!”

You'd be lying if you said that Levi's shout hadn't hurt you right then… It felt like a little crack went tink right on your heart! Had he been keeping you a secret from them this whole time? Was he embarrassed? Or did he not trust you to know too much about himself…? Was it your platform that he was scared of??? You had never broadcasted anything he hadn’t given permission about ahead if time… You wouldn't dare to dox him!! Though you could understand if that was his reasoning, the secrecy still kind of hurt…

“W-wait, Levi, I’ve always wanted to see more of your family...! Why not let them in? Please? We can still play right afterwards!”

“Huh?? But Y/n-!!”

“You heard'em, Levi! Let us through!”

A mass of shuffling filled your headphones while you waited with baited breath. You had even leaned in so close to your monitor that when the window flashed back on, you were briefly blinded by all of the colors at once! It took a few moments for you to make out all five pairs of eyes staring back through the screen. Each boy seemed to be crammed up against Levi's computer desk like lab students all forced to share the same microscope... To your surprise, not a single one of them looked like Levi or even like each other! You probably should have guessed, considering Malcom (who was seated center stage, having stole Levi's gamer chair for himself) looked nothing like him before, but you wouldn’t have guessed all 5 would differ quite as drastically… Would the sixth look that different as well?

“Uhm… hi?”

You tried to smile again to make a good impression, but it was hard to do while feeling like a living petri-dish. You were used to having eyes on you, but this was another level. Perhaps it was the added pressure of not wanting to look bad in front of a good friend's family, but it also could have also been the sheer intensity of their gaze… Levi could get this way too sometimes and it always felt like his orange-hued irises could almost see right through you... Especially if he just lost a game. In those times, his intimidating edge gave you a bit of a thrill. It'd feel like you just bested a dangerous beast in combat, but against ten eyes it was overwhelming… Each one bore right through you as if to examine your very soul…

“Huh,” a blonde one peering over Malcom's right shoulder was the first to speak up. His eyebrows were raised practically off of his forehead in surprise. “So they are real, then.”

The shortest boy, squished up against Malcom as if trying to steal center frame, clasped his hands over his heart and cooed back towards the doorway.

“Aww, Levi, look at that! You actually have a friend now!! And a real cutie, too~ Hello, hun!”

“Yeah, but why do they look like a human…?”

You watched guys instantly stiffen up as all eyes shifted towards a dark-haired boy clutching a spotted pillow just barely in view. It was hard for you to see his face, since it was only half on screen and even then some of it was behind his pillow, yet you could detect something… cold in it. He sounded annoyed, but you couldn’t place why… Was he seriously expecting you to be an AI or something?

To your surprise, the pillow guy was swiftly yanked out of frame and replaced by Levi, though you couldn’t see much of his face either. Only that he was holding onto the pillow guy's sleeved arm rather tightly as he spoke.

“Of course they're human! Not a 2D person or just a computer, but human like the rest of us… Right?”

You'd never heard such a dark edge come over Levi’s tone before. Not even in jest! It must have been rare for his brothers to hear as well, because most stared at him with equally shocked expressions. The arm in Levi's grasp yanked itself away and you heard footsteps head towards the door… but the other brothers stayed where they were. Another long silence flooded in, somethibg that felt far more uncomfortable than any you had experienced with Levi before, until a (frankly) massive dude chewing on a huge slab of jerky spoke up behind Malcolm.

“If they're nice to Levi, that's enough for me.” He inhaled the rest of the jerky into his mouth (which you didn’t quite detect him chewing) before he was already smiling at you with the kind of warmth that you'd see saved up only for the sappiest of shojo scenes. “Hello, thank you for being Levi's friend.”

The rest of the boys all exchanged glances with each other, then a similar kindness took over their faces too. Gone were the piercing stares of just a moment ago, and instead you only felt a welcoming energy radiating out from your monitor. As if sensing the change too, Levi finally came into view of the camera. He leaned down by Malcolm in the spot the pillow guy left open, grinning at you in that way only he really could.

“Y/n... These are my brothers.”

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can't help thinking about pervy!Levi finding out MC is a bigger perv than him😭 idk I find it funny lol

a/n: oh, a horny mc with no chill? I can dig it.

levi x gn!reader | nsfw | mdni | 0.7k words

cw: mutual pining, borrowing/stealing clothes, masturbation, voyeurism, scenting/cum marking, snooping, mention of sex toys, sending/receiving dirty pics and videos, jealousy/possessiveness

It's like mutual attraction, even if neither of you are aware of it at first. You catch on to Levi's little depravities easily enough, but Levi can't accept that you would fancy him enough to stoop to his level.

It almost becomes like a weird pervy competition. How far will each of you go, what risks are you willing to take?

Your actions almost mirror each other and it should be obvious to both of you what's going on, but the thrill of pushing the boundaries of decency and the hope fear you'll get caught is addictive.

It starts with small things, things that can be shrugged off as innocent mistakes: you borrow Levi's sweater and "forget" to give it back, you ask Levi for some of his drink or snack and you pop his straw or cutlery into your mouth instead of using your own.

Levi doesn't realize how noisy he can be sometimes. He whimpers or whines or moans when he's agitated or flustered, but you go to bed imagining him making those noises for other reasons.

(If you're lucky, you might even be able to record him making those yummy sounds of his – discreetly, of course.)

Sometimes Levi walks past your bedroom late at night. You listen for the familiar footfalls on the creaky stairs and when you touch yourself, the noises are loud enough to carry through the door when Levi presses his ear against it. At least Levi can pretend he was on his way to the kitchen and anything he might've heard was completely accidental.

There's no excuse for you to be lurking outside Levi's second-floor room in the middle of the night though. Most of the time, Levi's up late gaming on his PC. But if you're lucky, you can hear Levi fisting his cock and stifling his sounds when he bites his lip to try and stay quiet.

(One night he notices the shadow underneath his bedroom door and he stops - briefly - before he keeps going, and the sounds he makes are louder and more desperate than before. Later he tells himself it was just his imagination, no matter how many times he sees the same shadow darken his doorway.)

It's rare when you have the chance to visit Levi's room when he's not home, but you're determined to make good use of the limited time you have. Levi's scent is strongest in his tub, like salty ocean air and a hint of metal that reminds you of his scales. It's hard not to get riled up when it feels like you're drowning in his scent, and maybe you rut against one of his body pillows and leave a little mess behind. It's not like Levi's going to say anything about the stains he finds later anyway, right?

(If he sucks the cotton into his mouth to have a little taste of you, that's his shameful little secret.)

You snoop around on Levi's computer and find all the adult games he plays, and you're giddy to see how many characters he's made that look like you.

(There might be some stains left on his computer chair after that too, and he knows they're not his.)

You know Levi sneaks into your room when he feels especially daring, but you make it easy for him to find the treasures he looks for: a pair of your underwear conveniently left at the top of your hamper, the bedside drawer where you keep your toys and lube is open slightly so he can take a peek inside. Your thighs clench and rub together when you find fresh stains on your dirty laundry later, or when your favourite toy looks a little used. Your bedsheets smell like musk and the sea, and there are strands of dark purple-blue hair on your pillow.

But maybe appealing to Levi's sin is the best way to get his attention after all?

You pout and whine and cling to his side when other demons crowd around him or fawn over him at RAD. It doesn't feel like acting when something possessive rears its ugly head in your chest at the thought of him wanting someone else that's not you. He can sense the envy that surges through you, because of him, and he starts to look at you a bit differently.

Oops! Sorry Levi, that was meant for someone else. :)

And if all else fails, you can accidentally send him dirty pics or videos to see how long it takes for him to finally admit he wants you all to himself – as if you weren't his already.

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had a thought about gojo or geto catching reader watching porn and teasing her/doing the things in the video while they watch it together🤭 then they would actually get so horny they start getting rougher than the video lol :p

thank you for the ask ml

satosugu x fem reader<3

contains: college au, roomates!satosugu, watching porn, threesome, so much dirty talk, praise, degradation, oral (r!receiving), teasing, slightly rough, hand jobs (geto & gojo jerk each other off), making out, satosugu are gay for each other lowk, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, anal, spitting, slapping, squirting, manhandling :3

note: this ran longer than expected.. might do a pt.2 if the demand is there :p

MDNI

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“Ah! ah! ah! mmph!” The blonde girls moans echo in your headphones while you lay on your tummy on your bed, legs crossed behind you while you stare at the laptop, watching the ditsy girl get double penetrated into the sheets by 2 men twice her size.

One of your friends was raving about this video, frantically sending you the link and telling you it was the hottest she’s ever seen; so of course you had to check it out.

“Fuck- give it to me daddy yesyesyes-“ she whined when their huge cocks fucked straight into her sweet spot, making her squirt onto the other man’s abdomen while they coo and praise her.

The hype your friend put on this video was well deserved, as you had started to subtly rub your thighs together a while ago, feeling yourself get wetter as the video progressed.

knock knock

You jolt on the bed at the sudden noise, opting to turn the video down to hear what whoever is at the door had to say, rather than pausing it.

The vulgar moans and slapping sounds quieted in your ears as your door cracked open and revealed a head pop through the door, decorated with pretty white hair.

“Heyyyy” the man dragged, “Do you need something? Super busy right now Satoru.” you dismissed, popping open a new tab and typing randomly on the keyboard to keep up your facad.

“You call playing smash or pass with your friends on facetime busy?” Gojo teased, crossing his arms and leaning his frame against the door, smirking at you.

“For your information, i’m studying for a final on friday.. asshole.. but if i was playing smash or pass I would still be too busy to talk to you.” you retorted, rolling your eyes, still not looking up from your laptop as you continued typing useless sentences into the search bar repeatedly.

“Suguru not home? You bored?” You quizzed. Gojo had an awful habit of bothering you anytime your other roommate Geto was out of the house—which was quite frequently, to your demise, as that meant you were stuck with Gojo tearing up all your shit and intruding in your (our as he called it) personal space.

"Yeahhh, but I jus sent him a text, hes on his way home." Gojo said, dropping his hands to his sides and strolling over to your bed, leaving the door open behind him. You slid the laptop twords your body, pushing your torso up off the mattress and dragging yourself to sit against the headboard of your bed as he got closer.

"Why you runnin away? Got somethin' embarrassing on there?" The white haired man giggled, reaching your bed and sprawling himself tummy first against your sheets, resting his head on your calf while he stroked your legs with his large hands.

It was not unusual in the slightest for gojo to be touchy with you, but with your current state of arousal you really didnt want him caressing up and down your legs right now.

"Shiiiiit ahh!" the girls high pitch voice whined in your ear when she came again, "Yesss, good fucking girl, being so good for us fuuuuck." The larger of the two men cooed to her. You couldnt see what was going on since you had opened a new tab, but you could hear everything loud and clear.

"It's just a personal essay, don't need you snooping." You responded, trying not to rub your thighs together as your arousal spiked from the lewd noises going on in the background.

"Mhmmm" Gojo responded, nuzzling his soft hair into your thigh as he continued rubbing patterns into your skin and drawing his name over and over again on your calf lightly. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Harder!" The noises continued, as did your fake typing, as silence fell between the two of you.

"Sooo." Gojo started after about a minute or two of silence, He used his pointer finger to push your laptop screen down, so his cerulean eyes could make contact with your own, "How long is it gonna take you to realize that your headphones arent plugged into your laptop?" He smirked, tilting his head into your calf and running his hand further up your thigh.

"Wha-" Looking down into the port where your cheap shitty headphones were supposed to be snuggly pressed into the headphone jack, and instead seeing the cable dangling off the side of the laptop.

"Oh for fuck sake," You slammed the laptop shut, feeling your face start to heat up, Gojo was laughing a little too obviously now, resulting in you smacking him against the head while you curled your legs in towards yourself.

"Why did you wait so long to tell me!?" You exclaimed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Heh, I thought it was cute I guess, your pretty quick with the lies tho, makes me wonder what else you've lied to me about." Gojo ponders, making you scoff and drop your head into your hands.

"Awww don't be embarrassed, everyone watches porn." He giggles, sitting up and staring down at your embarrassed form, curled in on itself.

"Youre so twisted satoru." Your muffled voice resonated into his ears. You hear him laugh again before you feel the sheets dip next to you. Lifting your head you see Gojo has made himself comfortable next to you, wrapping a big arm around your shoulders as he rubs your arm comfortingly—an attempt at that at least.

"If you were in my shoes you would get it," He giggled before his pitch changed drastically to a more chipper one, "Now!" he starts "Lets take a look at what my cute little roomie was gettin' off tooo~" He drags, long fingers reaching for the device to crack it open and leave you exposed and embarrassed once more.

"Wait no-" You attempt to reach out and stop him but his grip on your forearm stops you in your tracks, he gripped your arm tightly as he continued his pursuit, "Toru, seriously-" You're cut off again by him shushing you as he successfully opens up your laptop. "Its okay~ Me and Suguru watch porn together all the time.~" He reasons.

"Ohhhh~" He huffs out a laugh when the sound of the video played once more, he tapped over to the correct tab as the video popped into veiw, full screen. It showed the pretty blonde girl folded in a full nelson, one man behind her holding her up, fucking her asshole and marking up her neck with his lips while the other man stood in front of her, sloppily kissing her and moaning into her mouth while he fucked her pussy.

Your face heated up when the audio reached your ears, cunt throbbing immediately at the show in front of you. “You into this shit?" He laughs, shaking your shoulder and turning his head to face you.

Dont make eye contact dont make eye contact dont-

His eyes felt like they were penetrating through your body. You internally sighed when he averted his gaze back to the screen, not feeling much relief before he spoke again, "You ever done this?" He asked, whistling at the screen when the girl squirted all over the man in front of her.

"What? n-no, my friend just recommended this video." You responded, averting your eyes from the screen when the man started dirty talking the girl, making your cunt throb as you subltly pressed your thighs together.

What the hell were you doing? Watching porn with Satoru? Your roommate of 3 years, best friend of 8, this was definitely wrong, so why were you even more aroused with his presence now?

"You wanna?" He asked, catching you off gaurd, and making you snap your neck up to look up at him, relizing that he was still looking at you. "Huh?" You asked, confused if he was asking what you thought he was asking.

"You wanna get fucked like that?" He repeated, making your mouth run dry. This was definitely not a conversation you should be having with him. You were by no means a shy person, but he was making you feel so small right now, and you wish you were, maybe then you could hide from this conversation.

"I uh- I dont kno-" your voice was interupted by his deeper one, "I think you do know." He spoke, smiling downa at you, making your eyes dart around the room, looking for any form of life to rescue you right now.

"Ughhhh! Why are we talking about this, I really dont know I-" you were cut off again, accompanied by his thumb rubbing circles onto your shoulder, "You a virgin?" He asked, once again making your jaw drop, his question completely catching you off gaurd.

"N-no Im not a virgin Satoru." You answered, looking back at his intimidating eyes, "Then why are you acting like such a prude, huh?" He teased, his annoying smirk creeping onto his face.

He did not just call me a prude.

"Just because I'm not confessing my sexual fantasies to you doesn't mean I'm a prude I just- I- Ugh." You give up, biting your lip and untensing your shoulders. Silence fell over the two of you for a beat, save for the loud moaning and squelching in the background. Just how long was this video?

"I could see it." He said, tilting his head, staring at you like he was analyzing you. "See what?" You asked, scrunching your eyebrows together, the way he was talking was giving you whiplash.

"You getting fucked like that." He deadpanned. "I bet such an uptight little thing like you would absolutely loooove to get ur shit rocked like that~" He giggled. You couldn't even defend yourself, in shock while his big stupid mouth kept moving, "Squirting all over two big strong guys while they fucked you like you deserve."

Gojo's words were shameless. The air surrounding the both of you was so thick as he kept speaking, eyes locked with yours the whole time, "Bet you'd love getting called a good little girl while two cocks drilled in and out of you." You swallowed roughly, breath coming quicker as it felt like his words were stealing the air from your lungs.

"Getting your clit sucked while the other guy fucked your tiny pussy." He continued, painting the picture vividly for you. "But thats not really ur thing right?" Gojo's eyebrows raised, smiling at you teasingly while you pouted, veins coursing with your arousal.

The deep voices of the men and the squealing of the blonde pornstar resonated in the backrough while a silence fell over the two of you, the both of you challenging staring into each others eyes, eyes occasionally falling to the others lips. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to slice through with a knife.

"Tell me you don't want it." He said suddenly, having had enough of the tension. Gojo bit his lip and tilted his head. There was a pause, he gripped the laptop in his hand, raising it off your lap and blindly placing it on the table behind him, still keeping eye contact with you as you both moved hesitantly, inching closer to each other. "I cant." You heard your own voice in your ears before you felt his lips crash against yours.

"Fuckin' knew it" He kissed you intensely, wasting no time in sliding his body on top of yours and pressing his knee between your legs, right against your cunt, " Dirty girl" He mumbled, smiling against your lips before he licked against them, silently asking for permission.

You open your mouth to let him in, feeling him lick into your mouth, both of you groaned as the kiss got heavier, he started pressing his knee against you rhythmically, "Take what yours," He pulled back and whispered against your lips, one of his large hand coming down to your waist as he helped you hump your clothed cunt along his knee.

Your hands ran all over the body of the other. Yours gripping onto his hair and down the nape of his neck, pushing him against you harder to deepen the kiss. His hands gripping your waist, using his big thumb to draw shapes into your skin as he slipped his warm hand under your shirt.

The video was still playing in the background of you and gojo's heated makeout session. The both of you were panting into the other's mouth, arousal increased by the sounds of the intimate act bouncing off the walls.

"You couldn't wait fifteen minutes for me asshole?" A deeper voice spoke into the room, making your push gojo off you slightly, breaking the kiss. "Not my fault you took so long to get here." Gojo responded, continuing his ministrations on your body by dropping his lips to your neck and sucking.

"W-what are you guys t-talking about" You suttered out, slightly realxing back into the bed at the realization that it was just your other roomate, Geto, who entered.

"Mmm." Satoru hummed against your skin before answering between kisses. "Heard your porn." kiss, "Told sugu" kiss, "Master plan was formed" kiss.

"Y-you guys planned this?" You asked, more desperation than you would've liked seeping into your voice. "Course," Gojo responded like it was obvious, gripping your jaw and tipping your neck up for better access. "We've been wanting to fuck you for so long." Geto smiled down at the two of you.

"Even" kiss "Jerked each other off while talkin' about all the things we wanted to do to you~" Gojo casually dropped, returning back to his place on your neck. Your reaction made Geto laugh in the doorway, finally starting to make his way to the bed, shaking his head at Gojo's revealing secret.

You barely had time to process all of the new information before you felt the bed dip under Geto's body weight, feeling his big hand reach between the two of you and caress your tummy under your shirt, "So fucking soft," He mumbled to himself, making you whine at the attention.

"You okay with this baby?" Geto checked, making Gojo pull back from your neck and stare at your face, waiting for your response. You thought your answer was pretty clear, but it made you happy that he asked you verbally.

"Uh y-yeah Im oka- mmph!" Before you could finish your response, Geto's lips were on your own, kissing you softer than satoru. His lips were rough but the kiss was more passionate and less messy, both ways the men kissed reflected their personalities perfectly.

"Fuck" Gojo smiled, biting his lip while he hovered above your body, feeling your legs squeeze around his knee while he watched his two roommates makeout under him, "So fucking hot." Gojo's large hand slid down to grope himself over his pants before he slid to your left a bit, allowing geto more room to get on top of you as well.

Geto maneuvered his body slightly over yours as well, one arm holding him over you while his other held your jaw in his hand tightly. While Suguru kept you busy up top, Gojo started peppering kisses down your body, sliding your shirt up to rest under your breasts, leaving little kisses in his wake.

When the initial shock of finally getting to kiss you after so long started to fuzz out of geto's head, he was finally able to register the speaker of your laptop blasting the porn video you were watching at near full volume now. He must've been insanely enamored with you to not acknowledge her loud protests of "'S too much!" Followed by her incoherent sobs.

He pulled back from kissing you, a smirk on his face while he reached over to the desk and turned the laptop towards the three of you, staring at the screen, "Wow, this is some kinky shit." He laughed, absentmindely dropping his hand to your next and resting it there.

He watched the girl get fucked for a coupled seconds; the fat tears streaming down her face and the cum flooding out from her overstimulated pussy; while gojo kept running his hands over your body, sucking and biting the skin of your tummy and hips, making you whine.

"Think we can make her sound like that?" Suguru asked Satoru. The white haired man hummed into your skin, before opening his eyes and pulling back, "maybe if you actually gave her some attention instead of watching some other girl get fucked yeah~" He teased.

Geto lightly smacked his hand against the albino's shoulder, "You already got to watch this with her before I got here, don't act better than me Satoru," Contrary to his words, Geto looked away from the video, bringing his attention back to you.

Suguru grabbed your knee closest to him and spread it off of gojos thigh, making room for his knee to join gojos between your legs. The two men silently worshiped your body, leaving hickeys and bite marks wherever their lips traveled, nails decorating your skin with dark red marks from how they gripped you.

“My turn pretty, give me some love yeah?” Gojo spoke, a teasing tone in his voice as he rose from your body to your face once more, sloppily slotting your lips together as he hummed his approval into your mouth.

Geto glanced over to the laptop and saw they people were not positioned with the girl in the middle, one man between her legs eating her cunt, and the other sitting behind her, and talking her through it. Geto could think of no better idea then the one in front of him, burning itself into his corneas.

“Satoru,” The dark haired man spoke, resulting in Gojo humming an affirmation that he heard him, against your lips. “Get behind her.” He instructed.

“Ohhh~ movin a little quick, don’t mind if I do~” Gojo smirked, biting his lip as he went to maneuver your body into the doggy style position, misunderstanding getos words.

You let yourself be manipulated by gojo, trusting their judgement, but your movements were stopped when Geto spoke shaking his head, “No- Idiot, like that.” Geto sighed, tilting his head twords the laptop at the porno playing for the reference.

Gojo tsked, “Why cant I be the one eating her cunt?” He complained, nevertheless complying as he situated himself behind you, scooping you up from your underarms and sliding you against his back.

You sat there pretty, bubbles practically floating out of your head as you laid against his hard chest completely out of it. Your mind was in absolute bliss having so much attention on you from these handsome men, not even registering their argument while you watched Geto situate your legs over his shoulders, laying down on his stomach.

“You got to her first, don’t be greedy, you’ll taste her soon enough.” Geto responded.

He slotted his mouth against your clothed cunt, pressing his tongue against your thin shorts, he swore he could taste you from how soaked you were through your panties.

“How are you doin cutie? This alright for you?” Gojo asks against your ear, nibbling on your earlobe while he waited for your response.

Your stomach jolted and jerked feeling Geto’s nose press against your clit through your pants, “Good, feels ‘s good” you rush out, breath starting to pick up when Geto mach eats you out through your shorts.

The dark haired man started shaking his head back and forth, going between looking up at you and squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his tongue harshly against where your little hole should be behind the cloth that obstructs him.

Gojos warm hands come up to massage your tits, the both of you watching intently at the show geto is putting on.

“Fuck, just eat her out man, cmon~” Gojo whined, arguably feeling more impatient than you to see your pussy get licked.

You nodded along with the white haired man, rolling your hips up into getos handsome face before he pulled back, raising his large body so he was sitting against his heels, before looking between the two of you.

“Why are you so impatient Satoru? It’s not your pussy i’m eating” He lets out a short laugh, dropping his gaze to the wet patch he left on your cunt before he reached his hand out to rub you over your clothed mound, biting his lip.

Geto was truly trying to take his time with you but the now faint taste he had of you on his tongue, the sight of your smaller figure engulfed by gojos larger one, the smell of you still lingering in his nose from being so close to your cunt, it was almost too much. He swore if he didn’t make this quick; making you cum; he might lose his mind.

Geto’s cock was so hard in his pants, threatening to rip a hole through his boxers any time he glanced in your direction, and he was betting everything that Satoru was feeling the same.

Gojo felt his cock twitch in his pants watching Geto rub circles over your clit through your pants, and he knew you could feel his need throbbing against your lower back. “Can you fucking blame me? Every time you touch her she has the cutest reaction, makes me so fucking hardd.” Gojo drawled, his mouth watering when Geto’s ring and index finger pressed against your clothed hole.

“P-please” you gasped, no longer being able to take the teasing. “Please?” Geto repeated, needing you to be more specific. “Please touch me.. directly.” you whimpered out, eyes rolling back when Geto pressed a little too hard, sending a strong jolt of stimulation down your spine.

How you managed to work them up to this extent with just your whines and meek words was astonishing to the both of them. “Good girl, tellin me just what she needs.” he smiles down at you. Reaching his free hand down and sliding them up to your hips, teasing his fingertips under the hem of your pants before slowly sliding them down.

“Cmere” Gojo whispered, he abandoned one of his hands massaging your tits to grip your neck, tilting your head to the side to kiss him more easily and allowing the man to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Geto breathed, jaw dropping at the sight of your cunt and just how wet you were when he started to slide of your panties. Mouth filling with saliva when he watched strings of your arousal connect from your pussy lips to your drenched panties. “So fucking wet holy shit.”

Gojo moaned into your mouth, squeezing your next before pulling back from the kiss, “Lemme get a look,” he spoke breathlessly. Gojo sucked in a breath through his teeth when geto collected some of the wetness from your cunt on his fingers and held it up for gojo to see.

Gojo couldn’t help himself, he abandoned his hold on your next and opted to gray getos wrist, bringing it to his lips. Geto resisted when his fingers were inches from gojos lips. “Who’s said you get to taste her first?” He asked, making gojo groan as he pulled harder against his friends hand.

“Cmonnn, you already got to taste her through her pants let me have this, pleeeeease~” he begged, pouting his lip out twords the dark haired man.

Suguru rolled his eyes, a small smirk gracing his featured before he relaxed his hand, letting gojo pull his wrist fully twords his mouth.

You watched with bated breathe as the interaction occurred between the men. Whining and feeling yourself throb when you watched gojo suck the other man’s large fingers into his mouth, watching his pretty eyes roll back in his head and moan at the taste of you on his tongue.

Gojo let out hums around the fingers, squeezing his eyes shut when they were pressed a little too deep down his throat.

Geto sucked his lip into his mouth, growing more and more impatient as the while haired man really took his time licking and sucking around his fingers, savoring the taste of you.

“Okay that’s enough of that, need to taste her myself” Geto announced, pulling his fingers from gojo’s mouth with a pop— resulting in the while haired man letting out a whine— Geto got back into place between your legs, laying down on his stomach and placing your bare legs over his shoulders.

His dark eyes looked up at you through his pretty lashes, bringing his head to your thigh as he bit down hard on the fat of your thigh, smiling when you winced at the feeling, trying to squeeze your legs together to no avail thanks to his hands.

“You ready to feel Suguru lick ur pretty little cunt?” gojo asked, his big hands finding home on your knees and spreading you open for the man between your thighs, “This is just like your porno.” He continued, giggling.

Abandoning one of his hands on your knee for a second to pull the laptop onto the bed and off to the left— not in the way, just so you could see the reference— the blonde pornstar was in the same predicament you were about to be in whenever geto decided to stop teasing you.

“Wanna see you squirt like her all over his face too, can you do that baby? You a squirter?” Gojo asked teasingly.

It was getting harder and harder to listen to the words they spoke, especially with Geto now kissing right around your pussy, occasionally moving his head down to suck hickeys into your inner thighs, it was making you dizzy.

“Dunno, I-i’ve never don’t it be-before.” you managed to get out. This made both of the men him and visibly perk up.

“Ohhohooo” Gojo laughed, “You will today,” He said assuredly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Gojo used one of his large hands to grip your jaw and direct your gaze twords suguru between your legs, “Keep your eyes on him baby, watch him eat your pussy.” Satoru instructed, bringing hi other hand under your shirt to massage your breast directly.

“So pretty,” Geto mumbled, keeping eye contact with you as he finally let his tongue poke out between his lips, letting it graze your neglected clit.

Your body jerked at the stimulation, legs trying and failing to snap shut thanks to sugurus strong hold. “Uh-uh keep them open for me pretty,” he tsked, flattening his tongue and pressing it against your folds.

The dark haired man drew figure eights with his tongue against your pussy, starting off slow. “ahhhh,” He let out, moaning against your cunt at the sweet taste.

Getos cock really might burst through his pants at this point. He tried grinding his bulge into the bed in slow but strong thrusts, matching the pace of his tongue against you to try and ease the ache he was feeling, but it was proving futile, he needed to make you cum— and fast— so he could feel your walls around his cock sooner.

“Fuuuuck, looks like that feel so good huh baby?” Gojo wined, pinching your nipple between his lithe fingers while he kept his sight on the man’s tongue connecting to your wetness, watching intently while the appendage rubbed back, and forth, against your clit.

“Yesyes, ‘s good fuck!” you wined when the dark haired man sped up his ministrations. “Awww, you guys sounds so cute together.” Gojo cooed in your ear, referring to the girl in porno and yourself.

You slightly averted your vision to the side, watching the other three in the video get up to the same antics the three of you were currently partaking in.

Their moans were turning you on, something about watching one of your fantasies unfold while it was happening to you at the same time was driving you crazy.

You already felt like cumming and geto had barely just touched his tongue to your clit.

He sucked the little bud into his mouth, humming around it, his tongue darting out every so often to give you some extra stimulation as he watched your eyes flit back and forth between the movie and his eyes.

“Fuck this is turning me on, feel like my dick is gonna explode,” Gojo confessed, biting his lip and bucking his hips into your lower back as he watched everything unfold, fingers still relentless on your nipple.

You were squirming around so much, wiggling back against gojo and unbeknownst to you— rubbing perfectly against his dick.

“Mmmm f-uck, cmere roomie,” Gojo yanked your jaw to the side so he had access to your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth and kissing you like he was trying to steal the air from your lungs.

The three of you were getting so worked up. Geto’s ministrations we’re getting harder— his sucks against your clit and pressure of his tongue increasing, occasionally dipping his tongue into your hole to tongue fuck you as deep as he could manage, while simultaneously humping his clothed cock hard against the sheets.

Your hand came up to grip gojo by the wrist, holding his hand that was gripping your chin for stability as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. “Gonna cum? Huh?” Gojo asked, his question rushed in between needy kisses.

“Gonna cum all over his face? Then ya’ gonna let us fuck you right?” He continued, his own voice rising in pitch when your squirming against his cock stimulated him just right.

Geto groned, keeping his attention on the two of you kissing while he shook his head back and forth against your wetness. The dark haired man hands were gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he used your body to keep himself grounded, fighting the urge to just pull out his cock and fuck you right this second.

“Oh fuck Geto I- I think i’m close” you moaned, your free hand coming down to grip his hair hard. His toes curled at the sensation, a tingle shooting down his spine at your rough grip in his hair.

“Shittt yesyesyes, ride his face baby, take what’s yours” Gojo encouraged, his usually pale face was dusted pink as he pulled away from the kiss, looking down at your pussy and how rough geto was eating you out— your gaze followed.

“Fuck- fuck- feels- haaaah, feels w-weird,” you wined, trying to squirm away from the stimulation as you felt something unfamiliar coil in your tummy. “nggggh- waaa-it wait-“ You insisted, trying to push Geto’s head off of you.

“Nooo it’s okay, ‘s not weird, let it out baby you’ll feel soooo fucking good I promise.” Gojo drunkenly smiled at you, trying not to bust in his pants watching the tears start to form in your eyes.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tipping your head back against his strong shoulder when it got too much, your legs shaking uncontrollably before you felt the coil snap.

“Mhm mhm mhmmm” you could barely register geto encouraging you through your orgasm as you started to squirt into his mouth. His greedy tongue lapped up your wetness at an inhuman speed, groaning at the taste and swallowing up every last drop.

“Holy fuck haha” Gojo laughed, his jaw dropping even lower as he watched the orgasm wrack your body, “Fuck I almost came,” he said, biting his lip as he watched your face contort, dropping his hand on your face down to your other breast and gripping it hard.

Gojo looked over to the video when you started coming down from your orgasm and realized that you and the pornstar had came at the same time, “So fucking cute, you guys came together, look-” He grabbed your limp face once more, directing it to the screen as you tried to take in her state.

Juices all over her legs, chest heaving up and down— much like your own— the man under her looked pussy drunk, heaving as heavily as the girl, the man behind her cooing at her and praising her through the aftershocks of her orgasm— they resembled the three of you greatly.

“Good fucking girl, knew you were a squirter,” he giggled. Geto looked a little more serious though, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before pressing one last kiss to your thigh, “I cant take it anymore,” he heaved out, dark eyes swarming with lust as he flipped your body over so you were in the doggystyle position.

“Woah woah slow down~” Gojo giggled, noticing how out of it you were, looking like you could pass out at any second from how hard you just came.

“Why don’t we give her a second huh? Pretty sure she almost died from coming that hard.” he laughed. Geto stayed silent, his eyes focusing on gojo while he spoke, the only sign that he was actually listening to the white haired fool being how geto’s grip on your waist loosed significantly as he gained back some of his rational.

“Come over here, I’ll help you out while she catches her breath” Gojo said, waving his bestfriend over. Geto sighed before he released you completely. Your tired body collapsed into Gojo’s thigh, his big hand came down to rub your head soothingly as he maintained eye contact with suguru.

When Geto finally made it to Gojo’s side of the bed, he placed his strong hand on the albinos upper thigh, leaning his weight on it before he let the white haired man lean in and kiss him.

You were absolutely stunned, you felt like the air had just been shot back into your lungs when their lips connected. You watched Gojo sloppily makeout with Geto the same way he did to you, it looked so natural, there was no way that hadn’t done this before.

You know Gojo had confessed that they jerked each other off but kissing felt too intimate for some reason.

You watched with bated breath as Gojo’s hand cupped Geto over his pants, you watched the mound throb against his hand while he rubbed it in his palm, as quick as his touch came he slipped his fingers under the band of geto’s sweats and boxers, and wrapped his hand around his girth.

Geto pulled away from the kiss, hissing through his teeth while he stared at his own crotch, watching gojo jerk him off.

“You enjoying the show?” Gojo smirked down at you. Your face flushed a deeper shade of crimson when you realized you had been caught. “Why don’t you come up here, huh?” He instructed.

Both men watched your shaky arms push your torso up, using the little strength you had in your body to crawl up to Geto and sit next to him, your knee bumping his outer thigh.

Geto stared at your parted lips before bringing his gaze back to your glassy eyes and smiling, “Help me out here, no way I’m gonna c-cum with Gojo’s lazy technique.” He teased, reaching his big hand to grab onto the back of your head and push your lips to his.

“Fuuuck, don’t leave me hanging” Gojo said, ignoring the jab because he knew Geto was all talk. The dark haired man was throbbing and leaking all over his fingers, but he uncharacteristic chose to not out his friend— if he did, Geto probably wouldn’t have reached his thick fingers into his pants and started jerking him off as well.

The three of you panted and gasped into the air, Getos moans were muffled by the kiss, and Gojo watched the two of you make out while he bucked his hips into Geto’s hand for more friction.

“Shiiiit, squeeze harder Suguru,” Gojo instructed, demonstrating his needs on geto’s cock, pumping him faster and applying more pressure to his sensitive tip when he stroked down his cock.

“Fuck” Geto pulled away, “Your lips are so fucking soft, shit-“ He groaned, his grip in your hair tightened when gojo sped up his ministrations on his cock.

Suguru matched his pace with gojo, the two of them moaning and panting in tandem as they approached their highs, “Shit- Fuck-“ Geto moaned against your lips, pressing his forhead into yours and digging his nails into Gojo thigh when the coil snapped.

“Yeaaahhh hahaha” Gojo groaned, watching his bestfriend cum first, hot ropes of his come easing the strokes over geto’s dick the more he released.

“Shit- Im coming too— don’t stop,” Gojo choked, the smirk he wore just seconds ago washing off his face as he gripped geto’s wrist, fucking his hips up into geto’s right tight fist, releasing his cum.

You watched out of the corner of your eye in awe as tremors wracked his body, slurs of ‘yesyesyes’ and curses slipping from the albinos lips as he fucked himself through his high using his bestfriends hand.

They both shuddered in the aftershocks of their orgasm, geto pressing his lips to yours once more when he finally caught his breath.

“What the hell do you guys get up to when I’m out of the house?” you asked in disbelief at how nonchalant they were about jerking each other off and cumming all over the other’s hand.

Gojo wiped his cum covered hand off on your sheets making you let out a little growl of annoyance, before he smiled, starting to strip himself of his now soiled pants and boxers, “Oh you know, normal guy stuff,” he giggled, crawling twords you, his heavy and still erected cock dangling between his legs.

You gulped at the sheer size of him, he was at least twice the size as the men’s cocks in the porno. You couldn’t really see anything more than their tips when they were jerking each other off in their pants, only being able to see the girth from the sliver of skin you saw.

Geto removed his hand from your thigh and copied gojo in ridding himself of his clothes, “We’ve only done that a couple times, not like one of us is taking it up the ass when you go to the store or anything.” Geto adds, which makes gojo laugh.

“Bet you would like that though~” Gojo teases, wiggling his eyebrows, which makes geto shudder.

Once geto had removed the last piece of his clothing—being his shirt— he rubbed his hand back over your thigh, gojo sitting next to him on his heels, staring at you intimidatingly.

“So, you ready for the good stuff now?” Geto asked, sliding his hand up your body till he reached your face, caressing the side of your cheek. “Saw in your little movie they were giving her some double penetration action, you think you can take it?” Geto asked smugly, licking his lips.

“I’ve uh, never done anal before so..” you paused, taking a second to take in the girth of getos cock, wondering how his cock; let alone both of them; would fit inside you, “go easy on me.” you finished, looking back and forth between the men.

“No promises.” Gojo spoke through a toothy grin, making you gulp.

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“I- I said go ea-syyyy” your hoarse voice squeaked out through their rough thrusts.

Gojo was behind you laying down on his back, he had you in a full nelson, his dick snug inside your ass while his feet were perched on the bed, fucking into you at an inhuman pace.

Geto was on top of you, chest to chest with you as he humped his girthy cock into your pussy. They had somehow convinced you to go without condoms, you were on birth control so you weren’t really worried, but with how they fucked like porn stars maybe you should be.

“Sorry sweetie, didn’t think your ass was gonna be this fucking tight haha,” Gojo laughed through a moan, his cock pistoning in and out of your tight ring.

“Still cant believe you took her anal virginity,” Geto scoffed, not being able to stay too mad at how perfectly your cunt was hugging his cock, already having milked his dick inside you twice.

“You say that like her pussy doesn’t have you coming like a v-virgin- fuck- don’t tighten up like that-“ Gojo chastized, emphasizing his words with a particularly hard thrust.

Geto’s thumb had been steadily rubbing circles on your clit for god knows how long, not even letting up when you came. “Ah! ah! ahn!” High pitched moans were being forced out of your lungs, you barely recognized the sound as your own voice, never having made anything that sounded remotely like this before during sex.

Geto was fucking straight into your gspot, and the precision of his thumb wasn’t helping, as the two of them fucked you straight into your forth orgasm of the night.

“Ohmygoddd, good fucking girl,” Geto praised, grabbing your chin in his face before letting it go and leaving a soft slap on your cheek, making you smile drunkenly.

“Nnghhhh- Fuuuuck- haaah, haaah,” Gojo released the breathe he was holding when your orgasm finished, “Thought she was gonna snap off my cock with that one” he giggled, gasping for breath feeling the twitches and spasms of your ass around him.

“God, gonna fucking cum again- open-“ Geto instructed quickly. Your mouth opened and your pretty pink tongue lolled out of your mouth with a smile still plastered on your face. Geto spit right into your mouth, crushing your cheeks in his hand when you closed your mouth and swallowed what he gave you.

“Yeah what a good little bitch,” He smirked when you stuck your tongue out again, showing him you swallowed. “Such a dirty girl~” Gojo cooed in your ear, sucking your lobe into his mouth as he fucked up into you faster, feeling himself reach his high as well.

Geto’s jaw dropped, his head tipping back as warm spurts filled you up once more, his load was so much thinner than before—having cum so many times inside you— “Take it take it- fuck-“ he stuttered, gasping as he stilled inside you, letting his hot ropes of cum full you up.

His orgasm was prolonged thanks to the thin wall of flesh separating Geto from gojo in your ass. He felt his albino bestfriend frantically fucking into your tight ring, cursing and gasping into the air when he stilled as well.

Gojo pressed his balls right up against your ass, making you whine at how he felt like he was in your fucking guts from how deep he was, “Sh-it ahhhh-“ Gojo gasped, his legs shaking and abs clenching under your back as his orgasm washed over him.

“Don’t think anything came out on that one heh-“ gojo giggled drunkenly, whispering against your ear when he spoke next, “Your tight ass milked me fucking dry.

The two men squeezed their eyes shut, tremors still zapping through their bodies as they let themselves catch their breath, keeping themselves snug inside your holes.

Both of the men’s attention was drawn back to you and out of their rest when they felt your tight walls squeeze around them, “m-more please, p-please give me more,” you whimpered, pouting your bottom lip out as you stared at geto in front of you, reaching your hand down to caress the back of gojos head so he knew you were talking to him too.

“Your kidding” Geto laughed, “Fucking insatiable,” Gojo added with an amused huff.

“Think we fucking broke her,” Geto smiled, glancing at gojo before he took your jaw in his hand, shaking your face back and forth, noticing how your eyes were all out of focus.

“She asked so nicely though,” Gojo reasoned, “Who are we to deny her? huh?” And Geto could think of no good reason to deny you at all.

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