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β synopsis: in the aftermath of riko amanai's death, geto finds sympathy in humanity difficult. but he also finds the comfort of gojo to be a source of hope.
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There's a deafening silence ricocheting off the four corners of Geto's bedroom.Β
He finds it ironic that the massive campus of jujutsu highβwhich had at least a hundred roomsβhad less than five students. A sanctuary made for the sorcerers that serves as hope for humanity, reduced to a bunch of teenagers who'd failed to save evenΒ one.Β
On the soft cotton of his bedsheets, his hair is left in an untangled mess, splayed across the mattress like waves in a storm. The fresh shower he took leaves a sheen layer of gloss on his black strands, like it was the only light left in his soul.Β
Geto contemplatesΒ everything. Amanai's blood stains on the brick floor of tengen's quarters. The sphere of curse settled just at the top of his diaphragm, ready to be vomited.Β
Gojo's eyesβlike the sun reflected on a blue sea, shining the way a diamond would, surrounded by hooded eyes and white lashes on his blood splattered face, carrying Amanai's body. They'd looked at him in a way that was Gojo's but wasn't Gojo at the same time.
He was high. He was lost. He was scared.Β Geto thinks.Β
What was I?
A knock ripples against the wooden door of Geto's room. He doesn't have to check to know who it was. And even before his words mutter a signal of consent, it opens, and he was right.
Gojo stands there, hoodie hung on his body, sweatpants dragged across the floor boards. With his left hand inside the pockets of his bottoms, his right dangles a plastic bag on his finger. His shades are placed carelessly on the bridge of his nose, eyes peering into Geto's numb ones.
"Oy, sit up and eat this with me."
He doesn't feel like it but he sits up anyway.Β Β Geto thinks he's served no purpose but to do whatever it is that Gojo wants. He sits crossed legged on the middle of his bed, Gojo coming up to sit just beside him and puts the plastic bag on top of his comforter. It was plastic tupperwares of takeout, and he sees that all familiar cheap soba in a circular container. He feels his spirits lift a little.
"Thanks," Geto murmurs, taking the container.Β
"You haven't been eating much, Suguru," Gojo states. And though his tone sounded like he'd been reprimanding him, he never fails to show his concern. "All you do is take showers and smoke and stare."
"Thanks," he repeats, sarcastically this time. Geto takes the wooden chopsticks into his hand and carefully takes the lid off, letting the scent fill his nose. It felt like it was his first sign of life in years.Β
Gojo always eats messier than Geto, never mind the crusts on the corner of his mouth, or the sauce that leaks onto his fingertips, or the fact that people can see the amalgamation of food dissolving in his mouth. He was raised in class yet forgot his manners the moment he'd felt like he was never a weapon in Geto's presence.
If it had been anyone, they'd be disgusted. Geto sees this as a sign of comfort. So he lets his own walls down and relaxes just the slightest. And funny enough, he does not feel the cold presence of Gojo's infinity.Β
"Hey, um, I know it's been a whileβ"
"Satoru," Geto softly says. "If this is about you being promoted and finally going onto missions alone, it's fine. It's not like I can handle them myself."
Gojo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if he knew he'd pull back on any sign of help. "Could you let me finish?"
"I cannot handle another pity talk from anyone, let aloneΒ youβ"
"You look like a ghost, Suguru!" He exclaims, chopsticks in the air, tupperware on the other. "The only time you leave this room is when you go out and swallow those god forsaken fucks!"
Geto scoffs. "These god forsaken fucks help save non-sorcerers, by the way. Which we were sworn to protect. Which isΒ myΒ job."Β And I hate it.Β
"So you just forgot how to live a life outside of that, that's it?"
"Easy for you to say. You got a second shot at life."
"And you didn't?"
"Satoru," Geto faces him, places his own food on the bedside table. "You got a second shot at life and found purpose. You know what I got?"
Gojo's chewing slows down, his eyebrows furrowing. Had this been any other occasion, Geto would look at him like an angry squirrel, cheeks blown. But now he looks humanβfrustrated during an everyday manner, like every other normal human being.Β
"I got nothing. I got the view of Amanai falling to the ground with blood around her hair. I got a curse calling me mama, for fuck's sake. I got left alone swallowing curses all the damn time to the point where eating itself felt like a job. Nothing changed at my second chance."
Even in the midst of his rising anger, Gojo still has his infinity down. He sees his Adam's apple bob, the food in his mouth traveling south. Geto breathes, and suddenly it's as if one of the curses became prickly, stabbing at his throat.Β
Then his breathing starts to heave, eyes blinking rapidly at the sting forming on his waterline, bottom half of his eyesight blurring. Gojo's face softens, placing his food on the ground to face him fully. Geto's hands shake, unable to swallow until the feeling of dread consumes him.
Sometimes at night, Geto thinks the emotions of curses (if they even have) begins to mix with his. They're always heavy, enough to make him cry out of nowhere until he vomits and the pain in his head is searing. He feels weak yet strong at the same time. And at those times, he envied Gojo for being the strongest.Β
"I got nothing when I saw life again, Satoru." He pushes past his trembling lips.Β
He hates this. How easy it is to be vulnerable in front of Gojo, who comes up to wrap his hands around his, fingers encased around Geto's fists.Β
And when he looks into Gojo's eyes, he realizes it's still the seventeen year old Satoru who annoyed him to no end but still brought that sheet of tranquility to cover him. The ocean that is his irises had the waters settled from its roaring storm, each minuscule wave reflecting the concern that waivers on the features of his young face.Β
Young. Suguru forgets they were still young. Barely legal.
His shoulders continue to shake from his practiced breaths that slowly transform into quiet sobs. So he focuses on the warmth that radiates from Satoru's palms, placed on the back of his hand.Β
It helps just the slightest, especially when his eyes close andβ
And he feels Satoru's forehead pressed against his, his calm breath fanning over his. He doesn't dare to open his eyes, fists tightening until his nails dig onto his calloused palms.Β
"You could've came to me, Sugu," Satoru murmurs. "You spent all your days trapped in this room suffering."Β
Suguru's mouth shapes itself quite awfully, like he's holding back a sob. His head shakes, as if to tell him it wasn't easy to do so. How could the strongest understand?
The strongest didn't. But Satoru did.Β
"I felt so alone."
"I know."
"There's no hope."
"There isn't."
"I almost died."
The hand on his right shoulder came to rest on his dampened cheek. Suguru squeezes his eyes shut, leaning into his touch when Satoru nudges his nose against his. He wonders if he's crying too, if the feeling of Suguru's tears on his thumb was enough to share his sadness.
The poison in his head spreads. He feels so young and raw in his touch. He feels as though he was a curious adventurer grazing upon carved scriptures when the top of his lip grazes Satoru's. Like his blood streams seep through his skin to melt him slowly.Β
"But you're alive, right?" Satoru whispers. "Look at me."Β
He pulls back just so Suguru can get a clear view of him. When his eyes open, they're bleary but enough to make shape of Satoru's face. And god, he was so beautiful, like he'd been a combination of colors painted carefully on a canvas. Not blended but layered, placed carefully beside each other to create such a clean mess.Β
All the shades of blue in his eyes were so vibrant that he felt conscious of his own.Β
"I'm tired of living for people who don't deserve to be helped." Suguru says through grit teeth. "I suffer everyday so non-sorcerers lived comfortably. And what did I get?"
Satoru doesn't know what to say.Β
"What is the point of life if I continue to serve those who are undeserving?"
And so the grip on his cheeks loosen, but they remain. Satoru has a small frown settled on his pale lips.Β
"I cannot live like this anymore."Β
Then, Satoru kisses him.
He wonders if this was some form of emotional manipulation? Did he kiss him just so he would stop feelingΒ sadΒ and stay there with him? Was he trying to prove a point that Suguru had him after he survived? But Satoru kisses him like he's at the foot of the altar and he was the god to be worshipped.Β
Because his lips are soft against his but his intentions are rough and pure. Through his hooded eyes, Satoru's white brows are met in the middle, the tip of his nose lodged beside his.Β
Then he feels unraveled, every vein in his body unfurls and makes his muscles limp. His fists remain on his lap, letting his own eyes flutter close and inhale the scent which isΒ him. But then he realizes he's kissingΒ Satoruβ his best friend.Β
He pushes him off abruptly that even Satoru's more surprised at the action than the kiss. Suguru's hand comes up to touch his lips, pink and oily from the food.Β
"I missed you, Suguru," he says, unabashed from his brave gesture. "I missed having you beside me. I miss your smile. Your presence. Everything about you."
Suguru's heart pounds.
"And if you think that you had nothing after you survived and you can't keep living like this, then you might as well have told me I'm useless. Because I did not study Reversed Cursed Technique and kill Fushiguro Toji just for you to feel like this."
I am being invalidated. Does he have a point?Β
"If you have nothing then fuck it I'll give you everything. Just wake up because I miss you. Quit sorcery for all I care. Just stay here with me."
Suguru's fists unclench. Satoru reaches up to play with the ends of his hair, fingers rising up until he locks a strand behind his ear and grazes his earring. His eyes are soft and comforting, and he feels like crying again.
"Satoru..."
"Don't leave me." The frustration on Satoru's face melts.Β
It takes him a few heartbeats to reach up and kiss Satoru again, hands locked on his white mess of a hair.Β
He cannot claim whether or not Satoru was worthy enough to be his reason to keep fighting. Suguru knows that humans are the reason he was seen as a weapon and he could no longer bear to see him exceed his limits solely to save those who are ungrateful.Β
But what's the harm in getting rid of all non-sorcerer's anyway?
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a/n: ok man i just wanted to write suguru having a breakdown and gojo being there for him ok see you guys around
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A/N. Lacked Gojo in the manga so I present to you more Gojo <3
βGojo, I will kill you before that curse can-β
βAw, man!β Yuji whines over Nobaraβs cackles, reluctantly slapping a few thousand yen onto her outstretched palm. He thuds his head frustratedly against the cool vending machine they were crouched behind, βThat was rigged!β
The girl scoffs, counting her hard-earned winnings victoriously, βI told you they wouldnβt even make it until the school gates before fighting. Itβs not rigged, itβs common sense - not that youβd know anything about it.β Satisfied, she sneaks a look over the side of the machine at the shrinking backs of you and a too-happy Gojo Satoru. βBesides, weβll get a rematch soon enough. My moneyβs on her, double or nothinβ.βΒ
βYou really think theyβll kill each other before the mission is over?β Yuji muses, eyes locked on Gojoβs infamous smirk - only widening the closer he drives you dangerously towards an aneurysm. βI bet-β
βNo.β Megumiβs deadpan interruption startles them both. And as much as heβd like to pretend he wasnβt cramped with the two idiots stalking their squabbling teachers, he unfortunately, very much, was. βI bet ten thousand yen they kill each other before the mission is over. Or worse - end up dating.β
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βA love hotel.β
βA love hotel~β Gojo echoes, with a hand clutching faintly at his chest. Swooning over you with each word, βNow, usually youβd have to take me out to dinner first, but for you I will make an except- mmpf-β
Now, Gojo knew he couldβve easily blocked your attack - hell, he didnβt even have to bat an eye to activate limitless. But where was the fun in that? Giving into your elbow digging sharply into his side, heβs only cackling at your venomous words, βI could take down both you and those special grades, yβknow?β
βOh yeah?β he hooks a long finger underneath his blindfold, showing off that infuriating wiggle of his snowy brows. βIf youβre so great, then why did Yaga have you assigned with me, pretty girl?β
You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples, βOnly because someone-β And oh, if he had the most renowned eyes in all of jujutsu, then you had the most withering glare. β-completely skipped out on his last mission to stuff his face with sweets, nβ now Iβm wasting my time babysitting. So this time, Iβm in charge.β
Ah, a woman after his heart - in more ways than one, for sure.Β
βYes, maβam~βΒ
Dramatically, he mimics the zipping of his lips shut, readily following you towards the flashy building standing out amongst the bustling Tokyo street. Walls painted such a suggestive pink, neon lights flickering special discounts at passersby - it would have almost been scandalous to be caught outside such an obvious love hotel such as this - if it hadnβt been for the mission, that is.Β
βDidnβt think our first date would be at a love hotel.β he chuckles as soon as you reach the gaudy, perfumed reception. And that flickering, wide-eyed stare of the woman behind the counter is enough for Gojo to prattle on, βNow, tell me what room you want, honey-β Throwing an arm around your shoulder, youβre pressed helplessly against his toned front. β-theyβve got candy-themed, anime-themed- oh, theyβve even got a train station-β
βBest to keep our train station fantasies to ourselves-β You simper, subtly stepping on his foot with your own, but that only topples you against him. Instantly, another strong arm snakes around your waist to support your weight, as if second nature, β-isnβt that right, dear?β
And you swear, you could spot a tiny dimple when the ends of his mouth curl even wider into a saccharine sweet grin. βIf my memory serves me right, you were the one that dragged me here. Isnβt that right, dear?β
Shivers run down your spine - ones he runs the soft, rounded pads of his fingers up and down along. Youβre sure you looked like a disgustingly loving couple to the poor lady working at the counter. And to put her out of her misery, if anything, you recite, βA-anyways- apologies. Room 143, please.β Managing to plaster on a weak smile, it only falls flat when the receptionist hands you your key - and two complimentary condoms along with it. βI- uh- thank you?β
And itβs all you can do to not just shove off the 6β3 thorn at your side when he steers the two of you to the elevator with a disbelieving, βOnly two?βΒ
Though, youβre sure it wouldnβt do much against him, anyway. It never has - because ever since youβd stepped foot through Jujutsu Highβs towering gates as its newest teacher, Gojo Satoru seemed to make it his mission in life to get on each and every single one of your nerves. The only mission heβd willingly do, mind you. Insisting on interrupting your classes, hiding you little sweets in your office, pushing your buttons in front of-
βWell, that went as inconspicuous as ever.β Gojo hums, reeling you out of your little reverie. βOf course, it did, thanks to me.β
ββInconspicuousβ my ass.β you groan, hastily punching in the ground number for your room. Yaga had said that the veil was already completed around the entirety of the curse-infested floor by now, good - the faster you could get away from Gojo, the more intact your sanity would be. βIf it wasnβt for me smoothing things over, sheβd be filing a complaint against the sleazy man in a bad Kakashi cosplay at this very moment.β
βHey! I didnβt see you putting on any Oscar-worthy performances. And my Kakashi cosplay is gre-β
DING!
The elevator doors open to a seemingly normal, barren hallway - not a hair or person out of place - though, you knew better. And as much of a fool as Gojo acted, he did, too.Β
His steady arm drops from your side when you stretch out your limbs in preparation - shit, you forgot it was still there. βWatch and learn, Gojo.β you hum.
βHell yeah, Iβm watching.βΒ
A beat of silence. Two.Β
With his thick blindfold, Gojoβs expression was almost indescribable - but your skin prickles with the slow, sultry sweep of his eyes down your figure. But before you can snap back at his loaded tone, it happens- βDonβt fall behind, sweetheart.β
Curses burst out of the fourteen heavy, wooden doors along the narrow corridor - some small, some big, all crushed easily under the power of your cursed technique. And neither of you had to utter a word to know youβd both be trying to best the other.Β
Youβve got one slobbering mess of a curse trapped underneath your heel, locked in combat when Gojo calls out from somewhere across the hallway. βStill stuck on that grade one?β Your jaw ticks, pressing the curses face deeper into the carpeted floor of the bedroom, βIβve already located one of two special grades- better keep up.β
Fuck, curse him and his six eyes.Β
Not wasting any more time, you easily exorcize the remaining curse, feet carrying you door after door. Most of the infestation had been cleared out by now by the both of you, splatters of red and limbs lining along the hallway - you only felt bad for Ichiji having to organize a clean-up after this.Β
The next time you saw Gojoβs flash of cerulean eyes was from outside another bedroom. Goading, βHeh, need a little help, Gojo?βΒ
βOh fuck-β he wraps two arms around the special gradeβs flowered horns. Powerful legs bowed, cloudy hair mussed, blindfold dangling somewhere around his neck - he was beautiful. And it was fleeting moments like this that you held an ounce of begrudging respect for him. Ripping those offending appendages, β-off. Roughed up the other special grade for ya since you were so slow, sweetheart - consider it a lilβ gift for this date.β
βOh, fuck you-β
In the midst of it all, Gojo still manages to flutter his long lashes your way, βWell, we are in a love hotel, after all. Just say so if you wanna get those pretty hands on me.β
βI wouldnβt fuck you if you were the last person on Earth, Gojo Satoru.β
His loud bout of laughter follows you to the final hotel room - 143, coincidentally. It was decadent, almost-spotless - had it not been for the towering curse hunched over in the middle. You could tell that Gojo had been here, because its pink, scale-like skin was already bruised.
You slam the door shut behind you, better to keep the property damage to a minimum. Hastily getting into action - it wasnβt anything new, after years of exorcizing curses youβd grown used to predicting their pattern of attack. But it was only after a pressurized, finalizing punch of yours lands right on the curseβs thumping neck that you find yourself growing weary. Cautious of the tiny, red flower thatβd sprouted out of thin air on its skin. Immediately, you think back to Hanami, because it was blossoming - unnaturally fast - petals unraveling to explode in sparkly pollen-
Shit. Your head whirled, eyes watery at the heady scent, βWh-what the fuck-β
It takes only that split-second of distraction before more blooms pop! pop! pop! all down the curseβs figure. It just heaves with fatigue when they all burst out the same powdery substance from before.
βFuck- what is this-β your thighs clench together, teeth clenched so hard it hurt. You stagger back towards your opponent, and it seems this last-ditch Hail Mary caused more damage than good. Because the curse was lethargic, barely even flinching when youβre back to pummelling it with your cursed technique. Again. And again and again-Β β-if only youβd taken to making perfumes- instead-β
It falls to the ground with a last ringing screech, the flowers withering away instantly.Β
But the damage was done.
And youβd never felt so drained - even after your most difficult of missions. Never sinking down onto your knees this way, skin heated, mouth salivating. The air in the room was just thick with something so delicious - syrupy, with hints of pine and cherry - traitorously, you find yourself inhaling deep, addictive lungfuls of the scent.Β
βSmells so-β your brows furrow, digging a hand into the plush bed beside you to clamor back onto your feet. βSmells like-β
Gojo.Β
Your entire body jolts with something so dark - visceral, gasping when you feel your underwear just drench. Mind such a melty mess filled with only Gojo Gojo Gojo - and before you know it, youβre stumbling towards the door-
Bang!Β
The aroma only grows heavier near the door, blood thunders in your ear at the deafening crash from outside. Shit, had you locked the door-Β
Bang! Bang! BANG-
Fuck, neither of you were making it out alive.Β
Itβs the first clear thought headlining through your mind for the first time in what feels like ages - only several, syrupy-slow seconds later does it follow up with the realization that youβre now standing face-to-face with Gojo.Β
Gojo pain-in-your-ass Satoru.
Who looked absolutely crazed right now - teetering unsteadily on his feet, his head was bowed, fingers trembling. The mahogany hotel door in mere splinters under his hands.
βF-forgot you could teleport?β It comes out a yelp - pained, almost - and the very first note of your strained voice is enough to have his entire, powerful body wracking with a gasp. Goosebumps pricking along his milky skin, he finally - finally raises his eyes.
Shit, heβs finally lost it.
Because Gojoβs gaze was burning, lids hooded, dark pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black. He didnβt look at you with that usual teasing glint, no, he looked like he was going to rip you apart. Twitchy, drinking in a shaky, drawn-out gasp of the scented air. You almost had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade masked as your coworker.Β
But itβs real - itβs so, so real and you canβt deny it when heβs baring you with such a vicious grin. Plump lips pulled back to show off those glinting canines, βYou.β
βSatoru.β
His lips are on yours - pressing and pressing so hard you were sure it bruised. But fuck- youβre kissing back - because how could you not? The candied seam of his mouth was addictive, breathing you in like his last breath of fresh air.Β Β
βKiss me-β he spits into your slack mouth, as if he wasnβt already. Two hands surging forwards to cup your cheeks even deeper, βKiss me kiss me kiss- fuck-β That last little swear almost comes out as a whimper, and you can only keen when Gojo wraps his pretty lips around your tongue, sucking lewdly. βYβsmell so sweet- taste so sweet-β
βSa-t-toru-β youβre managing out. It just then hits you how weak your knees have gotten, sinking down to straddle his muscular, jutted-out thigh. It makes him throw his head back when youβre just dragging your hips in a long, languid stripe. βLook what youβve- what youβve gotten us into.β
Pulling away to lick lazily up, up, up your neck, his teeth bite just at your thundering pulse. βMe?β he hisses out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. βYou think Iβm the one fuckinβ responsible for this?β It almost hurt - but it hurt so good. βIβm responsible for this-β And his startling eyes sink down to the darkening wet patch on the middle of his leg, your flimsy panties sticking to his uniform. β-am, I?β
βYes.β your defiant fingers are trailing down the hem of his shirt, ripping apart those buttons in hasty, urgent tugs until it was off completely. βIf only you hadnβt half-assed it with this special grade then-β
Gojo huffs out in humorless laughter into your lips - the same one heβd give a persistent little curse, and it makes your hairs stand on end. Wondering how high the kill count would really be. In the hundreds? Thousands? βI thought you were supposed to be the babysitter, huh?β
Millions.Β
βAnd arenβt you the strongest?β A trembly hand of yours ventures its way down his flexing body - down, past those plush pecs, past his flinching abs, dipping teasingly just above where you could feel the hiking tent in his tight pants. βHow did you end up this hah- bad?β
Youβre holding back a groan at the long, solid inches straining to break free of his thick fabric, you could feel the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing length under your palm. Fuck, water was wet - Gojo Satoru, unfortunately, had a big di-
βYou.β
Itβs low, ragged - so quiet that for a second you think you almost imagine it.Β
βYou.β
His lips are sagging open once more, greedy gaze widening - and you knew it was glowing now. Tiny flickers of blue lightning flickering at the ends of his eyes with every mindless gyration of your palm down his bulging, clothed shaft.
βItβs all because of you.βΒ
Yeah, you would be lucky number one on his kill count when he breaks - or maybe he would be on yours
Your back is hitting the mattress, and the buttons of your poor uniform are hitting the velvety floor - absolutely nothing against the strongest, who was now tearing through your clothes the same way he was ripping apart those curses from before.
Shit- did he teleport you two?
βDonβt know-β Gojo pants out feverishly, and at that moment you werenβt sure if youβd simply babbled your thinking out loud or whether he could read your mind. βDonβt- donβt know- fuuck.β Low, feral groans crack at the back of his throat with each inch of your exposed skin, and before you know it, heβs surging forwards into the naked valley of your breasts. Breathing you in so filthily, βJust know that I need you- fuck mβgonna fuckinβ kill someone if I donβt-βΒ
Each spat out little word is punctuated with an intoxicated push and pull of Gojoβs hips. Angrily rutting in-between your thighs until it was just a clingy, syrupy mess of slick and precum between you two.Β
βOh-β your lips drop into a soft gasp, reaching out your fingers to smear a sinful sheen down them. It glosses all the way to your wrist with each newly beaded wave of his precum.Β
It feels so dirty the way youβre pushing the very tips of your fingers into your mouth. Gojo can only look - can barely even breathe when you slur, βYou taste so good, too, Toru.β
Oh, that was it.
Gojo Satoru had finally thought he was getting control of his sanity - he finally thought the effects of that cursed technique were wearing off. But now - at that little nickname - he feels something snap. The lamp on your right bedside table shatters.
And usually, Gojoβs taunting was tinted with a little laugh, an inkling of fondness in them - but right now they sounded pained. Wrenching out of his broad chest, βFuck you. Need you- do you know what youβve done.β
Your useless skirt - along with your soaked, see-through panties - are ripped off of your squirming body. And for once in his life, heβs speechless - eyes almost bulging out of his skull, nails digging into the plush of your thighs.Β
Your clothes end up in a pile of sad tatters on the floor, and you felt a strange inkling that maybe youβd end up much the same.Β
Smack!
Two, large fingers slap down harshly right on your drooling cunt, slobbering down a glistening coat of your pretty juices down his wrist. βPay attention.β Heβs pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neglected nipples, your stomach, down, down, down in a flurry until the very tip of Gojoβs nose was nudging at your pulsing clit. βBecause if mβlosing control I need you to stop me.β
The dim hotel lights flicker when Gojo meets your cunt in a sultry, self-indulgent kiss. And through it all, one thing burns into your dizzy mind - his eyes. Maddened, gleaming with slight blue cursed energy in-between your legs.Β
βOh.β youβre gasping at the sheer burning stretch of your thighs being pushed to their limits. Gojo didnβt need that much space - he just loved the way you whined. βYouβre s-so much better when you shut- hah!β
His tongue shuts you up by flicking harshly over your puffed-up clit, letting your syrupy juices slide their slow way down his eager tongue. βThere we go- good girl, good fuckinβ girl. Hah- all it took was some shitty curse to get you hah- honest like this fβme, huh?βΒ
βDonβt act like- ngh!β youβre barely able to drawl the words out, which makes him grin a dangerously content grin. Sharp teeth clenching teasingly around your angry clit, throbbing and slicked glisteningly with his spit, βDonβt act like Iβm the only one- this way- hah-β
It was true - every hollowed-out suck on your needy clit had him grinding onto the mussed-up mattress. Those silken sheets hiking up with every drag of Gojoβs weepy erection down onto the bed - imagining you underneath him. It wasnβt enough - it never will be.Β
That realization was enough for him to break out into a drunken grin, hot tongue smearing open your folds over and over- βYeah? What about it? Does it scare you that I want to fuckinβ break you, sweetheart?β
He was crazed.Β
Dangerous. Depraved.Β
βN-no-β you give such a harsh pull on his soft strands, heβs leering up at you with a dragged-out groan. Looking for the life of him so used - you just knew thereβd be thousands that would kill to see the strongest so fucked-out, ear blearily blinking open, flushed your favorite shade of pink up to his cheekbones, mouth chasing those thin spit strands to your glossy pussy. βJusβ think sβunfair how Iβm the ah- only one havinβ fun right now.β
Youβre shutting up his pussydrunk protests about how he is having fun and to βplease, please, please donβt stopβ by crashing your soft lips against Gojoβs. Wrenching him upwards, he lets himself be so used.Β
βNeed you-β youβre gasping, biting into his pouty lower lip. Nosing slowly up his bobbing Adamβs apple, you gasp in that heady combination of pine and candied cherry. βWanna see if you hngh- taste as good as you smell right now.β
βNo fuck- fuck you.β he hisses, wrangling you to straddle his angrily fidgeting hips.Β
Running a hand down to fumble with his metallic belt - already loosened. But you donβt have the patience - or the sanity - for that right now, because youβre tugging, shredding. The tell-tale buzz of jujutsu fizzing at your fingertips when you tug down the entirety of Gojoβs pants. Kneading the soft peaks of your palm over that sensitive divot on his head, βWhoβs fucking who?βΒ
βMe.β And thereβs another smack! to the heated place of your cunt, Gojoβs own fingertips having you see stars with his power.Β
He takes the distraction to just drag you upwards like some ragdoll, easily maneuvering you around. βTurn- turn around fβme- thaaatβs right, fuck-β Youβre jostled until your shaky thighs straddle either side of his head, puffed-out pants condensing hotly against your cunt. Your own coming face-to-face with the fat head peeking out from the hem of Gojoβs boxers. Head swimming with how angrily pink he looked, already winking with a drenched sheen of precum up at you. βArch that cute back a lilβ more- lemme see.β
Youβre whirling your head over your shoulders to catch the fucked-out grin on his lips, dragging his tongue out to lap up every bead of your sweet sweet juices, he tilts his pliant head back against the pillows to let it slide down his bobbing throat. βY-youβre really that pussydr- hngh!βΒ
Another branding smack! leaves you gushing even more down his tongue. βYeah, sβwhat I fuckinβ thought.β he spits out a thick wad of spit into your messy cunt. Gliding his wet fingers over the dripping mess that puddles onto the his chest below. β-canβt even run your mouth- so desperate fβme. Taste so good-β Using his inhuman strength to haul you down onto his pretty face.
Before he knows it, heβs slotting the thin tip of his tongue past your quivering hole. Taking him so greedily, the elastic ring of muscle stretches all around his form, clamping down as if to milk something delicious.Β
And Gojo knows - he thinks with whateverβs left of his rationality that maybe he should slow down, take a second to fuckinβ breathe. But, no, heβs making out with your ravaged pussy like heβs angry he hasnβt done this before - way back when he first met you.
A slender fingers pushes past your swollen folds to curl deftly into your gummy cunt, molding up into that easy divots at your walls. Heβs feeling around so depravedly for your g-spot, aching to make you feel just a drop of the sheer need he does.Β
βFuck!β Your velvety walls come crashing down around his fingers, knuckle-deep inside your ravenously swallowing cunt. Only getting faster - dipping perfectly to press up against your spongy sweet spots. Shit, he really was good at everything, huh? βYouβre soβ¦β
βWhat was that?β Gojoβs tittering, βCanβt hear you over your cute cunt, sweetheart.β
You donβt answer - you donβt need to, because all the breath in his lungs exhale out in a low cascade. Hiccuping around your candied clit when you take Gojoβs thick, weepy tip just past your lips. Wrapping just around the sensitive slit, it makes him gasp, it makes him keen, it makes him spit out some sloppy swears into your cunt.
βWhat was that? Canβt hear you over my cunt, Toruββ you bat your lashes, humming around his velvety head. Fuck- if you were in any better state of mind youβd have taken longer admiring him.
Because he was so massive, so pretty with prominent veins thumping at the roof of your mouth. Girthy, rotund end a throbbing red, gradiating into a creamy pink that meshed in delicately with those neat tufts of white at Gojoβs toned pelvis. So delicious. Big enough that you were already wondering just how you were going to walk out of this bedroom - if either of you are in a walking state - or even alive - that is.Β
βFuck- fuck you little-β his mouth refuses to part with your puffy pussy lips, even if it was to talk back to you. βDonβt you dare fuckinβ think this is-β
The new angle has his sharp jaw grinding up into you, jostling your body up and down all over his face. Heβs whining - heaving - at this point with every sultry swirl of your soft tongue around his twitchy head. Coating down every inch of your silky soft mouth with a hot sheen of precum, he tastes so good on your tastebuds - slightly salty, with a tinge of something so sweetly Gojo.Β
Powers acting before him, he doesnβt even realize it before he cheats - just a little. Eyes burning with power when Gojo uses his six eyes to plunge scarily accurately into the plushy bullseye of your g-spot. Greedy fingers hitting it again and again and-
βSatoru!β your scolding tone has his globular tip twitch ferally into the back of your throat. βThatβs not- I can feel your jujutsu, yβknow. S-so-βΒ
βWhat? Good? Heavenly?β Gojo rattles off. Youβre fucking your drooling pussy back into him - you canβt stop the mindless, shallow little grinds in an attempt to meet his mean pace. βNever said anythinβ about a jujutsu ban, pretty- youβre sounding like a sore loser to me.β As if on cue, your cunt is gushing out in more silken sweet juices all down the lower half of his face, squelching so obscenely. His droopy eyes admire your glistening cunt, riding his face to his insanity. βWell- not this cunt, of course, in fact- I think sheβs gonna cum.β
He didnβt have to tell you - you already knew, with the trembling in your thighs, and the white-hot pleasure stemming from his incessant making out. Without answering, you only swallow up a few more solid, rock-hard inches of his painfully hard cock, lips stretched obscenely.Β
βY-yeah- fuck, now I definitely know youβre close, pretty girl-β heβs lolling out his tongue to let you drag your pussy across harshly. βDonβt be stubborn- cum fβme,β Rough patches of his tastebuds massaging you just right, fingers still pumping recklessly. βCum fβme- please. Wanβ it on my tongue- want you- want you to use me- please.β
It doesnβt take long before youβre finally cumming, fucking your high over and over Gojo Satoruβs pretty face. Heβs wrapping a free hand around the small of your back, just crashing you back into his drunk mouth over and over andβ
βF-fuck, Toruββ you whine, toes curling with each crashing wave of pleasure. It was so violent - so dragged-out, like no orgasm youβve had before. And you didnβt know whether it was because of the technique or the lazy drag of Gojoβs mouth all over every beading inch of your pussy. Your fist tightens around the thick, heated base of his cock, βNeed- need you to-β
βNo. Fuck-β
In the fleeting millisecond it takes you to blink, your front is being pushed back onto the now-damp sheets again, a grinning Gojo hovering over you. He looked so ruined - smile gleaming with your trickling, dripping precum, eyes crazed. Suddenly, you almost understand why every breathing thing fears him - almost. His eyes were blazing, flushed angrily. βIβm burning- think mβgonna die if I donβt fuck this cunt right now. Fuck-β
βHavinβ to use your powers for everything?β youβre quirking a brow over your shoulder. βDonβt tell me the only reason you brag about being so hah- good in bed is because of that?β
Heβs narrowing his glowing eyes, tiny sparks of lightning flying furiously, βOhhh sβthat a challenge, sweetheart?β Gojoβs sharp canines tug on your bottom lip, and you moan into the messy clash of a kiss - all spit and teeth and the taste of you two. βTell me.β
βSo what if it is?β youβre managing to push back against his slender waist. βWithout those stupid powers, mβthe betterβ¦β
Whatever insult was on the tip of our tongue dies down at the glint of the foil in his hand - the condom from before. That tiny square looking so pitiful held between two fingers, βThe receptionist gave me an XL, funny, right?β Gojo murmurs, so dark. βSuch a shame it wonβt fit.β
One daring glance downwards proves him right - because Gojo was sitting so heftily sandwiched between your swollen folds. Painfully beading needy pearls of translucent precum all over your front - fuck, your cockdrunk self from before didnβt recall him being so large. Big enough that you were sure any rubber would be on the verge of shattering into little pieces.
So then go in raw- you think. But before the words can tumble out of your mind, heβs giving a slow, slippery slide on your cunt, βSβalright- with these ah- βstupid powersβ mβstill gonna get a taste of this pretty cunt.β
And then you canβt breathe - fuck, you canβt even think straight.
You feel like youβre being split-apart, because Gojoβs just barely pushing in the fat, round girth of his head. Managing to pop in his long shaft past that sensitive slit, before his body starts moving in hurried, impatient little grinds. Frantically trying to squeeze himself in deeper- βFuck- fuck fuck fuck, even with limitless you feel so good, sweetheart.β
Limitless - fuck, thatβs what it was. You could feel the slight pinch of the pressure around your body, the way he was reaching in so deep inside your velvety cunt despite not even being halfway inside yet.Β
βSatoru-βΒ
βNo-β his flickering eyes bore deep into yours. βNot that- call out fβme properly now, I know that smart mouth of yours can do it.β
Your words are barely a whisper, βToruββ
The remaining lamp at your left goes out - cracking into tiny shards. And thatβs all it takes for him to push and push in, distantly, Gojo knows he should slow down, maybe give you a second to relax - to think. But he could feel his sanity dancing away with every fucking inch fed into your sopping wet pussy, your elastic walls contorting to massage every ridge and vein of his so heavenly. Fuck- heβd fight a thousand more of those special grades just for another taste of this feeling.Β
βOh-β Gojoβs jaw hangs slack when he finally bullies past that feeble resistance of yours. The very top curve of his head nudging deeply in a glissading glide down your spongy cervix, heavy balls kissing against your ass.Β
He lets himself be pulled, used like some filthy toy when your hot tongue cranes to lap up the trail of drool down the corner of his drunken mouth.Β
βWanna feel you-β youβre gasping through each thorough, steady ram into your snug channel. βWanna feel all of you.β
Another memorable slap! resounds through the heady air, sending sparks exploding behind your lids. βHeh- sβthis your way of hah- having me stop using my powers?β he chuckles. βIβm onto your dirty, dirty tricks, yβknow.β
Truly, he wasnβt. Gojo didnβt think he had enough of his brain unfried to even contemplate that right about now. But it was just so much fun to watch you mewl in protest, your cunt dripping even further down his twitchy balls with each taunt.Β
βPlease- fuck mβburning up-β you spit. βScared sβgonna have you c-cumming early?β
As a punishment - or maybe a little reminder about who really was the strongest, Gojo infuses his next sharp smack on your clit with an ounce of his jujutsu. The curve of his thumb gliding over in tiny circles to soothe over the buzz, βTalk to me when you can say βcummingβ without hngh- stutterinβ-β
βTalk to me when you-β Growling into the crook of your neck, itβs all he can do right now to bow his hulking body even deeper into yours, kneeing apart your stutteringly closing thighs. Thereβs a sloppy, milky ring forming where your folds kept smacking repeatedly against the sharp lines of his pelvis, β-can fuck me without your limitless going haywire.β
Fuck- fuck, how he wanted to prove you wrong. To have you crying out for mercy.
But Gojoβs throat drags out in what almost sounds like a cry when his limitless flickers on and off - just for a second. The mere touch of your slippery soft walls around his hot cock making him just slam down an arm on the headrest. It breaks - shattering into tiny wooden pieces, though, neither of you notice right now.Β
Heβs maneuvering the two of you so easily to push you onto your back. Stuffing your gaping entrance back full again, this time throwing your limp legs onto his broad shoulders to pummel you in such a mean mating press. Just the sight of your fucked-out, pretty face has his ragged breath hitching, βS-sweetheartβ¦βΒ
Whatever answer you give is tangled up in Gojoβs drunken tongue, lapping at your words. His cock feels so heavy, so hot shoving between your legs. And the stretch - fuck, the stretch was something youβd always remember. Stretching out that tight hole into the very girth of his shaft - all the way down from his leaky, flinching head to the thick circumference of his hilt. βI donβt think I can- fuck, can I feel- please, mβdying to know what this cunt feels like-β
Your nails rake down the pale display of his back, those red, red jagged lines making him rut even deeper into you. βDo it then-β
βYes, maβam.β
Oh.
Fuck.Β
Itβs like something shatters - maybe limitless, maybe his restraint. Because Gojoβs eyes just fall shut in pure ecstasy, aching cock growing even larger inside you - as if that was even possible. Expanding tautly at your walls, heβs forming you so sinfully around his shape.Β
βOh-ohβ fuck you feel- how the fuck do you feel so good?β His free hand dips down to roll a depraved thumb over the nub of your neglected clit, catching on your bulgingly-stretched folds. βHoly shit- think mβgonna pass out- think mβgonna die.β
βHah-β your back arches up sluttily into his around the fifth consecutive time his rough cockhead was grazing so perfectly against your g-spot, fingers buzzing with electricity at your clit. βYouβre s-so weak-β
But it didnβt matter, did it? Because all you could do was hiss out a few wet gurgles into Gojoβs mouth, blinking in the sinful sight of him with his eyes so hooded, cheeks burning with a scorching blush, mouth dangling so addictively open while he sucked your tongue. Like he didnβt even realize what he was doing - how each pressurized thrust into your gummy pussy had the lights overhead flickering, sparks of blue lightning bolting from the corners of his mouth at the same sloppy staccato as his hips. How it made you cum.Β
βSh-shit, Toru-β youβre gasping at the feeling of your toe-curling high, shots of pure pleasure running through your body. Convulsing up over and over into his weighty body, βFeels so good- mβcumming mβcumming ah-βΒ
Crack!Β
And then itβs dark.
Hell, Gojo barely even realized when he does, too, shooting out creamy white ribbon after ribbon of seed with a soft, shuddering gasp of your name. And itβs the only thing on his usually-sharp tongue - voice cracking pathetically, when he whines it like a little mantra over and over and-
βOh-β his five, long fingers splay out across your lower stomach - right where he could feel his own cock twitching wildly at the very bottom of your gooey pussy. Pressing down, hard. βOh shit- just look at how youβre painted white from the inside-β
The lights were gone out - in all the wards of Tokyo, actually - and yet in the light of the slight flickers of electricity surrounding you two, you could spy the slow, syrupy glob of his cum down your thighs. Coating his hilt in a milky gloss, it sticks to the two of you like a sloppy second skin. βAnd you expect me to- hah- not go insane.β
You manage out a wet chuckle, too tired to notice how the bed was missing a headboard now. How all the furniture in the hotel room was trashed - as if itβd been slammed down from several feet above. βHah- b-blame it on the sex pollen.β
The technique has him cumming more than usual, every new wave sloshing at your insides is followed by another - and another until Gojoβs cock felt so raw. Twitching sensitively in a way that brought big fat tears pricking at his eyes, and yet, he still fucks you so harshly into the mattress. Sucking out every remaining dredge of seed in those fat, cum-filled balls thwacking! at your skin. Sloppy. Depraved. Oh, he looked so ruined - like a man that crawled back from death, only to drag you down with him.Β
βOh, sweetheart.β Gojo drags his swollen lips down your earlobe. Voice shot, βI donβt think the sex pollen is done yet.β
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βTrashed all across the floor, trashed furniture - especially in room 143 - Hokkaido still doesnβt even have power.β Yagaβs bellowing voice has you sinking ashamedly further and further into his office seat.Β
Gojo, however, only beams, throwing an arm around the edge of your chair, βDamn- we should really try to send out the power in all of Asia next time, huh, my pretty girl?β
βOut!β
Across the hallway, three first-years eagerly (well, two of them and a reluctant Megumi) peer into the tense meeting. Wondering what exactly happened in your last mission that caused a record-level amount of property damage and the power to still flicker on and off throughout the day.
Yuji is the first one to speak up, βWell, no oneβs dead but- why does the air seem so-β he gestures towards the almost non-existent space between you and Gojo - not anything out of the usual, sure, but the one thing different was the lack of threats. β-weird.β he finishes.Β
βTell me about it. That Gojo almost seemsβ¦β Nobara shudders in disgust. β...happy.β
And of course, at that very moment, the man of the hour himself turns to look straight at the first-years doing a poor job of hiding themselves behind the door. Sighing overly-loudly, βIf you say so, Yaga~β Intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you up with him, βWe had a date anyway.β
βA date?β
βA date?!β
βI win.β All eyes - including yours and Gojoβs turn towards the usually-quiet Megumi, his lips turned into the beginnings of a smile. Almost. βYou both owe me ten thousand yen.β
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