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you'd both known what this arrangement was from the beginningâa mutually beneficial relationship strictly for sex (and well-cultivated cannabis).
satoru doesn't do commitment, and you never cared for more than a good, no strings attached fuck occasionally with how your schedule is set up. your dealer (who could maybe classed as a friend if you squinted) offered that and good weed? how could you possibly say no!
the scent of smoke hangs in the air, thick and cloying, joint burning steadily. a singular gram seemed like more than enough to pass between you two, and satoru's always so inclined to share with you free of charge these days. the filter end is held in an easy grip between his thumb and index, free hand warming your naked hip.
this hadn't been your plan for tonight, really. unwinding by smoking with the man had been, yes... just not half-naked with your shirt shoved above your bra-clad tits, practically cockwarming him. you'd only come over here to leech off of himâfor free weed from a familiar face.
his gaze locks on yours, cherry glowing red in the dim light as he takes a long drag, exhaling a white, wispy cloud out of the direct path of your face. then he's taking yet another one, free hand sliding up from your hip to hold your face in an easy grip, fingers pressing in to squish your cheeks, head tilting toward yours. the smoke he exhales this time travels in a slow, deliberate stream. it's warm and earthy as it rolls along your tongue, clinging to your taste buds, settling at the back of your throat. you lips press together, holding it for a few seconds just to feel that slight burn in your lungs, body already beginning to hum as the high settles even deeper. "mm.." you exhale with a low sigh, smoke a cloudy puff that obscures his face momentarily.
"good?" he questions, thumb tracing the gentle slope of your cupid's bow, smoothing over the dip before his hand falls away again. the loss has you squirming just a little, trying to get some sort of attention in your hazy stateâwhich he quickly puts an end to, hand heavy and solid as it closes against the curve of your hip.
"nuh uh," he hums, barely biting back a smug grin, not even giving you a second glance. "youâre good where you are. donât be greedy."
you guys donât even understand how cool of a character gojo is. hes witty and caring, and arrogant in a sexy way. BUT ALSO A LITTLE LONELY AND SAD AND MISUNDERSTOOD?!!?!??! YEAH OK COME HERE NOW DADDY

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7th Inning Stretch
Gojo Satoru | Jujutsu Kaisen
Summary: Youâve never had an orgasm. At least you donât think you have. Gojo is determined to help you out. cw: MDNI, afab reader, aided masturbation, oral sex (receiving), fingering, handjobs, 69, loss of virginity, allusions to past satosugu because I'm greedy wc: 13.4k a/n: been too long since I wrote anything for tumblr!!! my life is only serious writing these days (a blessing and a curse). while I didn't think gojo would be my first JJK victim, I'm not mad at it. anyway, I'm too impatient to post this at a normal hour for me, pls enjoy. not proofread because I'm so tired.
Part 1 - Batter Up!
You hate waiting in the morgue. When you're laying on the cold steel of an examination table meant for cadavers, your only company the harsh fluorescent overhead lights and stark white walls, you have to actively remind yourself that, no, you're not in seclusion at a psych ward, but rather waiting on the results of the array of tests you basically forced Shoko to conduct. A full blood panel, urinalysis, an EKG, a CT scan. She'd drawn the line at an MRI, fixing you with a bored look as she explained how unnecessary it was given the list of symptoms you'd provided her with. Still, you insisted on the rest. For your own peace of mind, you absolutely need the comprehensive testing to figure out why your body is betraying you.
So here you are, wallowing alone in the morgue, trying to tell yourself that laying in here is not a bad omen. But your brain is intent to conjure up one worst case scenario after the next. That might need to be studied as well, your commitment to not only prolong but exacerbate your suffering.Â
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đٞâ Suguru loves his shy girl
Dom!Suguru x shysub!reader
WARNINGS: dub con, choking, leash/collar, facial, manipulative geto, public sex, recording, heavy degrading, mock praise, Dacryphilia, spanking, dom!Geto, sub!reader
When your and Suguruâs relationship started to sexually expand into more taboo things, you were painfully shy. It was your first time being involved in a relationship built around power dynamics, and every moment that required you to submit to him left you flushed with embarrassment. Skin prickling with each heated moment, heart racing inside your chest. Yet despite it, you couldnât resist.
It starts gradually, Suguru being slow and gentle at first. Leading you with soft commands, and establishing your and his roles with mundane tasks. Nothing overly explicit or erotic, yet still finds its way to make your heart race and leaving tingles all over your skin.
It first starts with a hand pressed to your throat experimentally when youâre kissing, just lightly holding till you press his hand tighter against your flesh. Feeling the pressure of his hand squeeze around your neck, making your brain go all fuzzy. Feeling the power surge through his hand as he holds your throat in his grasp, making your breath hitch and your legs clench.
You both slip more and more into it, exploring and trying new things. A safe word, and rules are put in place. Suguru having to lead most, if not all, of the conversations. Ever since this side of yourself has emerged and become known to you both, you have become embarrassed of it; ashamed. Youâd blush and speak so quietly when discussing these things that Suguru could barely hear you. Having to ask you to speak up, and use your big girl voice as you squirmed in place, and timidly avoided his eyes.
Heâd smile and look down at you, arms crossed. He didnât mind that you were shy, but he wasnât gonna have you hide this part of yourself away because youâre ashamed.
It was hard when trying to initiate sex, due to your explicable shyness. Suguru would always ask before, âBaby whatâs the safe word?â
You instantly tense up, jaw turning to rust, breath halting. He waits for your response, but you just keep your head bowed, praying that a whisper from the aching silence will be sufficient for an answer, âYou gotta answer me. I need to know that you have it in your mind to use it when you need to.â
You inhale and exhale, looking up at him like a timid puppy, âCome on,â he coaxes, rubbing your cheek.
âRed for stopâŚâ
âAnd?â
âYellow for slow down.â
âGood girl. Red for stop, yellow for slow down. You can remember that?â
You nod, âGood job.â
When you want something Suguru has to watch closely, and pick up on little telltale signs for what you are asking for. Words donât come easily, they feel icky and gross in your mouth. Making your cheeks flare up, and your tongue to clack against your teeth, and tremble in your mouth, stuttering like a helpless mess.
Heâll watch for the way your eyes bat at him. The way you lean in, and bury your head in his arm. Silently, wrapping yourself around him, and tracing different lines on his body or clothes.
âWhat do you need?â
You never respond to him the first time, nervously burying yourself deeper into your hands or his body. He turns to you fully, grabbing your face, making you look at him, âYou need me?â
You nod, biting the inside of your cheek.
Heâll reach down to rub right along the slit of your clothed cunt, âYour cunnie feeling all wet and needy?â
âY-yes-â
âYes, what?â
You burn bright crimson red right there, breath falling fast, eyes dipping low to your lap. He tugs your chin back up, eyes narrowed, expecting your answer now, ââŚyes daddy.â
âWant daddy to ease the pain?â He says, continuing to stroke your pussy through the layers of fabric.
You blink, eyelashes fluttering like little wings. A pouty tremble of your lip jutting out, âYes.â
He always makes you, or at least tries to make you say what you want. Sometimes itâll take forever, maybe 30 minutes to an hour at the longest to get you to say it. And when you do, he wants details, making you repeat it over and over till youâre begging and crying for it. Just watching you stutter, and stumble, and clam up, getting off on your own humiliation.
Always teasing, always edging you to the point of insanity, and then letting you wither and whine like a helpless lamb. Spending hours just edging you till youâre crying heaps of tears, and then cuming right when he enters inside you.
He has that twisted smile on his face, cooing at you with fake sympathy, âAw poor babyâŚcouldnât even last a minute. Poor girl had to cum so badly didnât she?â
You cover your face with your hands, so incredibly embarrassed by how fast you came. Body twitching and spasming around him, trying to curl into yourself to hide how pathetic you are.
And Suguru doesnât stop to make you feel any better, âSo patheticâŚâ he mutters, rubbing his thumb against your very red and swollen clit. Watching with a dead, blank face as you squirm and cry out from overstimulation, âSo sensitive.â
Heâll slap your clit making you cum again from the pure pleasure of the sharp sting, smiling to himself, seeing how blissed out in ecstasy you are, âSuch a brainless doll.â
Suguru also has a keen, watchful eye on noticing and picking up on what you like. You can never say what you like, or if you wanna try new things. So a lot of times he offers them up, watching as your eyes lit up.
Or when you guys are already doing it heâll experimentally slap your hip, or butt, watching your face to gauge your reaction.
âYou like that?â
You blush, eyes wide like youâve just discovered something extraordinary. Tingles going through your whole body. You nod like a happy baby.
He makes a list of all the things that get you going, all the kinks, and fetishes you like, and always makes sure to rotate them to keep you happy.
He absolutely uses your shyness against you. Exploiting, and making sure you're aware of the nasty things you're doing when you're trying to pretend you're not. Forcing you to do incredibly humiliating and degrading things for his pure pleasure. Oftentimes tears are a big component at the end of these egregious acts, feeling so ashamed and guilty for how much you love it.
Heâll make you maintain eye contact with him the whole time through it. Holding onto your jaw or throat so you canât hide that pretty face behind your hands or in the sheets. Telling you to âlook at him,â âdonât close your eyes, look right here,â guiding your eyes to his, or where he wants you to look. Maybe to where you two are connected. Where heâs thrusting his cock deep inside your pussy as cum guzzles around him from how good it makes you feel for him to be stretching and fucking you open.
Or keeping your eyes locked on his while he strokes himself right above you. Youâre on your knees looking up at him, lip trembling with nerves at the sheer sight of him. Just him, looking at you makes you want to run and hide. Your lashes flutter, looking away as your heart swells too big for your chest. Your nerves are pulsing through your system on the verge of bursting. He gives a sharp tug to the leash attached to your collar.
âNgh-â
âI didnât say you could look away.â
You whimper and stay planted on your knees. Looking up at him as his dick creates a shadow over you with beads of precum, dripping onto your face.
He yanks on the leash, bringing your face closer to his angry, pulsing cock. He smiles and wraps his hand around the thick black leather, âGonna be a good girl and let me cum all over your face?â
Your eyes go wide, your mouth a gap. You donât get to respond, âKeep your face just like that sweetie.â
And you do, too in shock to answer, or turn away with the collar straining from his tight grip. He groans, hips fucking roughly into his fist as he cums. Hot ropes fly all over your face, landing on your lips, your tongue, your nose, some in your hairline, and your sweet plump cheeks. He doesnât take a single glance away as you get painted in a beautiful white, glistening mess. He pulls at that collar tight, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat, âLook so pretty with my cum all over your face.â
You whimper and whine, feeling so incredibly embarrassed and nasty with his sticky cum all over you.
âGonna take a picture to remind you what a nasty girl you are.â
You shake your head, âNo-no.â
Itâs too late, he grabs his phone and snaps a photo of you, cum dripping down your face, tears basking in your eyes, face redly flushed.
Other times heâll fuck you in front of the bathroom mirror, or right on the balcony of your apartment that overlooks a busy street in the city. Letting everyone see what a massive slut you are for him. Letting yourself get fucked for the whole world to watch.
Other times heâll record you while you two are doing these explicit acts. Then makes you lie on his lap, head resting softly on his chest as he strokes your hair, while the other hand has his phone in his hand. Watching the gross videos he took of you.
âLook how much of a slut you are baby, taking my cock like that. Acting all shy like you arenât just a precious toy. Imagine people seeing this. Then theyâd see how much of a whore you are,â he says, dangling the phone in front of you, so you canât look away from the screen. Making you watch him use you, and you acting like a helpless slut.
He says it so sweetly with sweet kisses pressing into your hair and face, making you feel a swirl of complicated emotions. Your heart swelling, and cracking at each degrading thing he says, then heâll suddenly switch to faux praise, and say how good you are despite being so shy, and thanking you for letting him do such nasty things to you. It makes you feel so conflicted, yet so reliant to forever be his. What would you do without him?
Of course, your shyness does get you in trouble a lot of times. If you donât do something he says because of your inability to get out of your shy little shell he gets rather annoyed.
âYou canât use the excuse that youâre nervous anymore, youâve done this too many times,â He doesnât like when you disobey him, or donât listen to him. He craves control, and if you disobey him then what can he do?
âBut-but Suguru!ââ you whine and cry as you sob on the floor, already a heaping mess.
âNo baby, save those tears. Youâre gonna need them for later.â
You shake your head, pouting pathetically, making Suguru only more annoyed, and more compliant to punish you, âNo pleaseâŚIâll do it now. I promise-I promise.â
âNo. Youâve already sealed your fate. Now lay down on my lap.â
You have no choice but to comply, and lie face down across his lap.
He shushes you as you cry, stroking your hair. Rubbing the soft skin of your bare back and butt, before he beats it black and blue. He doesnât want to hurt his precious girl, but until she learns, he has to do this.
He makes you count with each slap. Your shaky voice, wobbling out with each hit. And if he doesnât hear you, heâs starting over.
âI didnât hear you princess, you have to speak louder for me to hear you. We have to start over.â
âNo!â You cry, legs kicking up. Your ass is already bright red from his hand.
âI tell you to use your big girl voice all the time, but you just donât listen do you?â He sighs, âWhen will you learnâŚâ
Heâll switch from his hand to a paddle, or his belt. Loving the little markings each one gives on your body. The way you respond to each one. The belt is always for when youâre exceptionally bad; for the really rough beatings.
All while he speaks so softly in your ear as he does it, watching as your eyes well up, and your little pussy clench and gush out slick from each hit; such a pain slut, âItâs okay honey, if only you just listened to me I wouldnât have to hurt you. But you had to be dumb and not listen to me, trying to hide in your shame and embarrassment. It never works sweetie, I donât know why you keep hiding. And aw now look at you. Soaking my lap from your wet pussy as I spank you.â
Once itâs over, once the pain subsides and your body is left bruised and red. Your brain melted into mush, and your poor face being covered in snot and tears. He hugs you tightly against his chest. Letting you cry all your shame and embarrassment out, softly stroking your hair and kissing your head.
âItâs alrightâŚshhh itâs okay,â you cling to him tighter like the only world that exists is him.
Aftercare is always the most important thing. Heâll instantly scoop you up, either cradling you to his chest like a baby, or taking you to the bathroom to wash you. He knows the sex is not only physically exhausting and demanding, but also emotionally. Heâll wipe away your tears and coo sweetly at you, rubbing your back as you hide your face in his long hair.
âItâs okay, youâre alright. Just relax, I got you.â
Itâs during these times that you can retreat into that small shy thing, not forcing you to say nasty things, or make you uncomfortable. Letting you calm down for all emotions to settle. He checks on you, making sure youâre okay, looking to see if there are any signs that youâre not. Heâll say sweet loving words, letting you know that itâs all just play.
âDonât mean any of those things. Love you so much, baby. So precious to me. So beautiful. Shouldnât be ashamed, okay?â
He always lets you know that thereâs nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to this. That itâs alright to indulge and explore things you like. Youâre not gross for it, youâre not deranged for it. That youâre still just his precious, sweet shy girl. Too sweet and shy for the cruel world.
You melt into him, clinging to him more than usual in these very vulnerable, and intimate times when youâre small and weak. He makes sure to never take them for granted, or make you feel any other type of way other than loved.
When he can tell that something is wrong heâs instantly holding your face, not overbearing but gently, soothingly. Brushing your hair back so he can get a pretty view of that face, and watch for any closer signs of trouble, âHoney whatâs wrong?â
You just shake your head, slightly shrugging, eyes downcast.
âI canât help if I donât know whatâs wrong Angel. You gotta use your words okay?â
He spends about an hour trying to get what it is out of you, never once getting mad. Just softly reassuring that whatever it is he would never, could never be mad. That you can tell him whatever it is, and nothing will change.
After that hour you finally build up the courage and strength to tell him, hiding your face in his arm, and whispering it quietly so that Suguru has to press his ear right against your lips.
âJ-ustâŚlast night-you fell asleep fast and-âŚâ You take another breath, trying to get another source of courage to go on.
âDid I not care for you before I fell asleep?â
Your lip trembles, your heart breaking, âIâŚI just didnât feel it,â you whisper. Big eyes looking at him.
He sighs and pulls you impossibly close to him. Tucking you right under his chin, big arms wrapping tightly around you, âIâm so sorry angel. I mustnât have realized I hadnât before I fell asleep. Itâs my fault, okay? Please, never be afraid to tell me these things. I have to know whenever you donât feel cared for.â
You nod against his chest. He has a hand against your hair softly running his hands through your hair, and scratching your scalp. The other soothingly, rubbing your bare back, âIâm sorry, I love you so much sweet girl. Iâll run a bath, and take good care of you now, to make up for last night. Would that be alright?â
âYesâŚâ
He picks you up, your legs and arms securely wrapped around him as he carries you to the bathroom, and sets you on the edge of the tub to draw a bath. Once the heat bubbles, and rises to the water he guides you into the bath. Letting you sit down, and then sliding in behind you. Letting you relax and lie against him as he holds you, and washes your body with the utmost love and care, kissing your hair and telling you what a sweet and amazing girl you are. Whispering all his devout love into your ear, covering your skin in sweet kisses and warm bubbly sudz.
Washing away all the guilt and unease from your body. Prepping you and pampering you like an angel sent down from heaven upon his wish. For truly he couldnât wish for anything better than you.
A/N: I love Suguru so much (btw this will be a continuing series of shy reader and dom Geto)
not my usual content but does anyone know where I can find an ai browser? I feel like Iâm going insane. even duckduckgo which used to be a decent one is leaning into ai now. I just hate it so much.
Ough... nanami having a "senpai" kink... the two of them fucking and fuckâgojo still looks the same as back when they were in highschool and he was harboring feelings that he didnt want to acknowledge and he's making him feel so good and whispering all these things in that same voice and tone just like when he was teasing him way back then and his brain is mush andâ
"Mmph, senpai, please!"
The way that i can so clearly see what happens in that bedroom... nanami going instantly red from mortification, gojo pausing to process what nanami just called him, nanami covering his face and desperately trying to save his dignity, and gojos absolutely fucking feral smile at the fact that his cute little kouhai has liked him for AGES.
Nanami may have also given Gojo a senpai kink, though tbf, Gojo has a Nanami kink so he'd be into anything Nanamiâs into HAHA

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Being a brat is for the autistic girls who spent their childhoods answering questions with clarifying questions that somehow made everyone mad
nanami has a dirty mouth
he's supposed to be levelheaded, charming, soft spoken.
when it comes to sex, nanami kento is anything but that. he's loud, passionate, brutish at times. it's like a flip inside is switched, too much blood rushing to his lower regions to think his words through.
but that can't be the case. words as dirty as his, as calculated and mean, phrases that make your toes curl with the simplest utterance have to be purposeful.
"use your words" is his favorite thing to say when he's buried so deep you can hardly breathe.
you're so overstimulated, the low light of the bedside lamp is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut. all you can feel is him, hot and magnetic.
from his grasp on your neck, to his pelvis flush against you, and most importantly, his mouth by your ear, warm breath fanning against it while he nibbles on the cartilage, it's like his very being is enveloping you.
"theere you go," he says, voice hiccuping from the force of his thrusts, baritone reverberating straight to your core. if only he was making love to you in front of a mirror, then you could see how his eyes roll back, daring to flutter shut from the vice of your pussy. his grip on your neck tightens, tendons in his arm stiffening at the mere thought of making his darling girl cum.
"use your words and you can cum," he groans, struggling to hold himself back. truthfully, he'd love to let you cum right this instant; your orgasm would surely send him over the edge, have him finishing in seconds.
but he can't allow that. patience is a virtue, and he's committed to making you learn it the hard way.
"please, let me cum!"
your every syllable is accentuated by a thrust, turning your plea into staccato babbling.
he's whispering sweet nothings in your ear, free hand gripping your hair so you can't escape. he knows what his voice does to you.
"cum and i'll spank your ass raw," "doesn't that cock feel good?" and "who owns this pussy?" are all things he's groaning into your ear, desperate to make you cum without explicit permission.
he longs to hear that crack in your voice, sanity breaking as you realize you've disobeyed him.
"agh, fuck- pleease, i need it!" you beg, voice becoming hoarse. slick is dripping down your slit, threatening to turn into a messy orgasm with squirt as the cherry on top. he should've said yes by now, but his low laugh is what you hear.
"louder." one word is all he needs to have you whining, kicking your feet against the mattress in frustration.
"i can't-"
"yes, you can."
you damn near finish at those words alone. his thrusts grow meaner, sloppier and barely controlled. he knows you're close, can tell by the way you grip the sheets, same as your pretty pussy. it takes the last of your strength to beg him for release.
with a gasp, you moan it from the rooftops, loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
"please, can i cum, ken?" you wail.
"of course, darling."
who knows if he'll actually give you that sweet release. you may be cumming within the next second, creaming so hard that he follows along with you, or you might not be so lucky.
that's up to him. if you beg a little louder, moan a little harder when he whispers filthy nothings into your ear, maybe then you can cum.
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a/n: this is more of a headcannon version of nanami than how i actually view him. i originally wanted the fic to be dirty talk, but then it turned into meanie!nanami and here we are >.<
âââ PLEASE, SAY MY NAME AGAIN.
đ˛đť đđľđśđ°đľ â° a secretly voice-obsessed satoru calls his best friend late at night and ends up getting off to your voice mid-conversation.
âż ââ) gojo satoru đ gn!reader
đŹđźđťđđ˛đťđ 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, heavy voice kink, best friend!satoru, male masturbation, obsessive fixation on readerâs voice, phone sex (satoruâs side), reader is oblivious at first, satoru is down bad and really pathetic.
okay, so hereâs the thing about gojo satoru; heâs pathetic.
not in the way that anyone would ever know, of course. to the outside world, gojo satoru is all long limbs and easy laughter, stupidly handsome in that effortless way that makes people want to either kill him or kiss him, and he talks exactly like someone who perfectly knows he can get away with literally anything. heâs really loud and so charming and just the right amount of annoying, and he has never in his life had to try for anything because the universe handed him good genetics and a silver tongue and called it a day.
but hereâs the thing that none knows, not even you, especially not you, his best friend in the entire world, the very person he tells everything to except for this one tiny, massive, earth-shattering thing; gojo satoru is obsessed with your voice.
not in a casual way, not in a 'oh, i like hearing you talk' way, not even in a 'i have a slight preference for your tone' way. oh no, this is something else entirely; this is the kind of obsession that lives under satoruâs skin, that curls around his spine and settles deep in his gut, that makes his brain go stupid and his fingers twitch and his breath catch in ways that are genuinely embarrassing for a man his age.
your voice does something to him, something chemical and primal and completely out of his control, and satoru has spent months â years, honestly, if heâs being honest with himself, which he usually isnât â trying to figure out how to deal with it without making it weird as hell.
and heâs failed, spectacularly.
I need to write abt some of these guys getting railed (they deserve it)
jjk x male reader?
yes!!!
no!!!!
+ my rambling under the cut
Butterfly Effect
part one
Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto | wc ~3k | tags: frat!jo, emo!guru, Dom/sub dynamics, explicit sex, bottom gojo
a/n: apologies about the formatting again. I'm going to be switching writing platforms shortly because ts sucks
The year is coming to a close. Dorms are emptying, friends are saying goodbye, and yet Satoru is finding the very beginning of something wonderful.Â
He follows Suguru around campus like a lost puppy as they wrap up their year, returning books and doing last minute errands. Heâs already cleaned out his room in the house, so heâs ready to move out and can spend the rest of his day with Suguru.Â
Suguru is has barely started packing, so he takes advantage of the help. He has Satoru packing up heavy boxes all day, and heâs pleased to not hear a single complaint.Â
The sun is starting to set when Suguru sits down on his bed â still made, for the last night heâs staying. âShoko said sheâs bringing food over.â
âWhatâs she bringing?â Satoru looks up from where heâs duct-taping a box of books closed.Â
âProbably instant ramen.â Suguru hums. âAnd Utahime.â
âDelicious.â Satoru sighs and leans back against the bed frame. âI canât wait until Iâm out of here and have a real kitchen.â
âWhere are you moving to?â Suguru tucks his hair behind his ear. âWhat are you even doing after this?â
âI have a place waiting for me in Shinjuku.â Satoru rests his hands behind his head and looks up at him. âAnd I start teaching at a high school when the new school year starts."
âAlready got yourself a job, huh?â Suguru smiles. âAnd a place to live.â
âDo you not?â Satoru frowns at him.Â
âNo. Iâm crashing with Shoko for a few days at her place, but I think Iâm moving back home with my parents.â Suguru frowns as he says it. âItâs a small village. Very religious. Everyone knows everyone.â
âNot your thing?â Satoru rests his chin on the mattress.Â
âI spent my life growing up there. I got out and saw the world, and now I donât want to go back.â Suguru smiles softly. âAnd I donât think theyâd really dig how Iâm dressing now.â
âYou should go back dressed as a monk, tell them you got real into Buddhism.â
âTheyâd love that.â Suguru sighs and studies his face.Â
âYou know,â Satoru offers slowly, mulling the words over in his brain as he says them, âmy place has a spare room. I didnât know what to do with it, but if you want to stay in the city, itâs all yours.â
âThatâs sweet, Satoru. Thanks. But Iâm moving home because I canât afford anyplace in Tokyo.â
âYou can when my family is paying for it.â
Suguru raises an eyebrow. âYour parents bought your apartment?â
âOh, no, I never knew them. But my family is super, super rich.â Satoru smiles widely. âYou ever heard the name Gojo? Like the company? Yeah, Iâm that Gojo.â
âOh.â Suguruâs eyes widen. âWow. Okay, umâŚyeah. Iâll stay, as long as you donât mind.â
âI think itâll be fun.â Satoru pokes him in the knee. âYouâre cool. And hot.â
A smirk tugs at the edge of Suguruâs lip. âSo are you. Youâre totally gonna take advantage of us living together, arenât you?â
âWithout a doubt.â
Thereâs a knock on the door, sharp and sudden. It swings open, and Shoko pushes her way inside, takeout bags in hand. Utahime trails behind her, holding a tray of drinks.Â
âDinner has arrived!â She announces.
Shoko went above and beyond for dinner, bringing a huge tub of fried chicken and every American comfort food side dish you could think of. Satoruâs never been more glad he avoided the campus KFC like the plague â he would have hated if his last meal here was exactly the same as all the others.Â
After the chicken is gone, someone brings cards out, and they spend a generous chunk of the evening turning out their pockets to make bets. Satoru wins, because of course he does, but he promises to make up for it by treating everyone to a meal when theyâre all settled into their new places.Â
Itâs around this time he starts getting antsy. Heat crawls beneath his skin, making him tug at the collar of his shirt and fan himself with his cards. He catches his eyes lingering on Suguru more than heâd like â he knows heâs attracted to the man, and he knows this is already out of the ordinary. He has no idea what heâs capable of doing at the moment.Â
Suguru finally catches the glances when Shoko and Utahime go to get drink refills from the sodas they brought. He cocks his eyebrow, intrigued. âYou keep looking at me like you want to eat me, Satoru.â
âThe girls need to leave.â Satoruâs voice is low and thick, riddled with desire.Â
âWhat?â Suguru laughs. âIâm not going to kick them out.â
âSuguru.â Satoru stares him down, eyes wide. Thereâs something in his expression, something slightly manic or desperate that Suguru canât say no to.Â
He sighs. âFine. Iâll ask them to leave.â
The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife as Suguru ushers the girls out the door. Satoru waits on his bed, heart pounding in his chest.Â
The lock clicks shut, and Suguru finally turns to look at him. Thereâs an expression on his face that Satoru canât quite place â something between amusement and annoyance.
âWhatâs your goal here?â he asks finally. He stalks toward the end of the bed, taking his time with it. âIndulge me, Satoru. Tell me what it is you want so badly that you made me kick out my guests.â
Oh. Oh no.Â
This is really hot. Satoru swallows and tries hard to ignore his dick twitching in his jeans.Â
Suguru leans down and braces his hands on the edge of the bed frame. âIs it that youâre so desperate for sex you couldnât even wait?â
Satoru scoffs. Weakly. His gaze darts around the room. âNo, obviously not.â
âNo?â The mattress dips with a shift in weight. Suguru crawls toward him, eyes hooded. âThatâs not the reason?â
Satoruâs legs part on instinct. He swallows back a moan when Suguruâs hand palms his inner thigh. âNo.â
âFine. I believe you.â Suguru perches on top of him, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his thin hips. âThat makes sense, after all. Everyone knows Gojo doesnât sleep with the same person twice. It gets too boring, huh?â
Satoru rolls his lip between his teeth. He has a reputation, heâll admit it. âThat was frat boy Satoru. We graduated. Heâs gone.â
Suguru smiles, sultry and catlike, like he knows something Satoru doesnât. âYeah? So Iâm the only person whoâs ever gotten dick from you more than once?â
Satoru nods. His hips lift off the mattress a little desperately, mind going fuzzy when his aching erection brushes featherlight against Suguruâs ass. âYeah. Youâre the first.â
âMm, and you invited me to move in.â Suguru runs his hand up and down his broad chest. âLet me tell you what I think, Satoru. I think you sleep with so many people because youâre never satisfied. And I think you liked how I made you feel. So much so that youâre giving me the honor of being your first repeat partner.â
Satoru grins nervously. âThat sort of sums it up.â
âYouâre a slut.â Suguru says it like heâs talking about the weather. âIâm the only one who can keep up with you.â
âFuck, Iâll be a slut if it means I get to fuck you again.â Satoru grabs his hips and pulls him down fully into his lap. The pressure against his aching erection has his head lolling back. âSuguru, please, IâŚIâll be good.â
âYouâll be good?â Suguru smiles wickedly. âOh, I like this side of you.â
Heat travels up Satoruâs neck and face.Â
âTell me something.â Suguru starts to unbuckle his belts â all three of them. âHave you ever been the one to take?â
âTake what?â Satoru asks. His mind feels fuzzy around the edges, making thinking nearly impossible. All he can think about is Suguru â his touch, his face, the warm pressure of him over his achy erection, the intoxicating smell of him.Â
Suguru smiles with a pleased hum. He braces his hands on the chest in front of him and leans down to speak directly beside his ear. âCock, Satoru. Have you ever taken cock?â
Satoruâs dick gets even harder, somehow, which he didnât know was possible. He shakes his head slowly. âNoâŚI havenât.â
âYou should let me fuck you.â Suguruâs voice is still low by his ear. âYou were so pretty when you were inside me. I want to see what you look like coming around my cock.â
His hips buck traitorously. âFuck, Suguru.â
âI think itâs going to be fuck, Satoru, actually.â Suguru sits back up. He tosses his belts aside. âTake your clothes off and get on your knees for me.â
He obeys without question. He flings his baggy sweatpants and shirt onto the floor and flips onto his knees. His face heats, knowing Suguru is watching him, but his cock is too hard to be truly embarrassed. That is, until Suguru's hands are on him, guiding him until his chest is flat on the mattress and his ass is still up in the air, exposed for the world to see.Â
âThatâs a pretty sight.â Suguru sighs and climbs onto the mattress behind him. His hand wraps around Satoruâs thick, drooling cock. âYouâre already so hard, princess.â
Satoru buries his face in a pillow and whimpers. Heâs being humiliated, and the worst part is he likes it. He really likes it.Â
âYou usually have much more to say,â Suguru comments casually, acting as if his fist isnât wrapped tightly around Satoruâs cock, which is flushed red with blood. He ignores the quiet whimper into the pillow. âYouâre being quiet today.â
Satoruâs hips bear down into the pressure, slipping his aching cock further into the tight hole formed by Suguruâs fingers. He moans and grips the pillow beneath him.Â
âSo worked up, we havenât even started.â Suguru tsks behind him. âDo you want to try taking me?â
âYeah,â he admits, voice rough. He has enough experience on the other end to know it does feel good, at least if any of the guys heâs slept with are anything to go by. Heâs curious, and heâs been putting it off for years. âI want to.â
âOkay.â Suguru tugs lightly on the back of his neck, pulling him up. âLook at me. Iâm gonna start with one finger, and weâre gonna work you up to three, alright? Then you can have it.â
Satoruâs eyes track him as he grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside table. Clearly, only the essentials have stayed in the drawers. His eyes linger as Suguru squirts a bit of the slippery liquid onto his fingers and spreads it, coating each digit thoroughly.Â
âTaking notes?â Suguru finally meets his gaze.Â
Satoru scoffs. âYou think I donât know how to prep a guy? I could have done this myself.â
âIâm sure.â Suguru delivers a small, sharp swat to his thigh, making the man beneath him jolt. âStarting now. Deep breath.â
Heâs heard a lot of horror stories, but itâs nowhere near as bad as he thought. Sure, the stretch is weird, and his body isnât used to the intrusion, but itâs not unpleasant. His muscles stretch to accommodate the digit, and just as quickly as he adjusts to the first one, a second finger joins it. His muscles protest, but then Suguru does something unexpected.Â
He scissors his fingers, knocking them against a spot Satoruâs never felt before. Liquid heat runs down his spine, and his cock jumps, pre dribbling from the tip. âOh, fuuckâŚâ
âDo you feel that?â Suguru rubs his fingers in circles over the swollen gland. âThatâs your prostate. Itâs all swollen, yâknow. Whatâs the matter, you need to come?â
Desperately. Satoru pants against the sheets, hips twitching and bucking every time Suguru strikes his sweet spot. âHaah, Suguru, that â that feels so good.â
âOne more. Big stretch.â Suguruâs warning is barely gracing the air before a third finger slides in with the other two. All three fingers spread him in ways heâs never been touched, and his muscles tremble as Suguru slowly fingers him toward an orgasm. âYouâre taking it so well, Satoru.â
Satoru mewls, to his own mortification, and buries his face in the pillow. He didnât know he could make a noise like that.Â
âAh-ah, come here.â Suguru's voice is calm and steady, grounding him as he works his fingers through Satoru's hair and pulls until his head is wrenched off the pillow. âLet me see that pretty face.â
"Suguru,â he whines. His face feels hot â heâs sure heâs a deeply embarrassing shade of red by now. His cock twitches and leaks as pressure builds steadily in his abdomen. "Fuck, I â Iâm close â "
âHavenât even touched you,â Suguru murmurs with a soft smile, working his hand faster. âYou must be sensitive. Itâs such a shame nobody has played with this pretty ass of yours before.â
Satoruâs cock jerks hard. Something about the way Suguru speaks to him â degrading, yet soft and caring â drives him insane. The difference between the words and the tone in which he delivers them makes heat curl tightly in his belly. âS-SuguruâŚâ
Suguru chuckles softly behind him and withdraws his fingers, leaving Satoru clenching around nothing. âThatâs enough of that. Be good and pass me a condom.â
Satoru leans forward slightly and grabs a foil packet from the nightstand. He hands it back to Suguru and watches in his peripheral vision.Â
Suguru tears the packet open with his teeth and rolls the condom on. He drizzles lube into his hand and wraps his hand tightly around his cock. His brow furrows slightly as he resists the urge to keep touching himself, knowing Satoru is waiting. With a soft shudder, he releases his grip and holds the bottle of lube up to drizzle over Satoru.Â
He jumps when he feels the slick liquid dripping down between his thighs, running in rivulets over his balls and down his needy, neglected cock. A whine tears itself from his throat when he feels Suguruâs hand grasp his hip, keeping him steady as he guides himself in.Â
Thereâs a moment where all he can feel is pressure, then the smooth glide of Suguruâs cock as he sinks inside him. It pushes all the air from his lungs and fills him to the brim. His head drops forward, hair already damp with sweat, to bury his face in the pillow. Itâs his best strategy to hide the pornographic moan that follows the head of Suguruâs thick cock nudging against his prostate.Â
âThatâs what I like to hear.â Suguru grips both his hips tightly. He rolls his hips forward steadily, grinding into the sweet spot, before he pulls almost all the way out and glides back in.Â
He isnât rough about it, but itâs such a forceful punch that Satoru momentarily forgets how to breathe. He wails into the pillow, sounds barely muffled by the cotton and feathers.Â
âGod, youâre tight, Satoru.â Suguruâs voice is just as calm and steady as always â infuriatingly so. Itâs like heâs barely effected by this. âYou feel so good. Such a good boy.â
Satoru squirms, cock leaking pathetically into the sheets.Â
âHold still.â Suguru spanks him, once â sharp, brief, and enough to make him sob. âOh, youâre alright. I felt you squeeze, I know you liked that.â
Itâs humiliating how easy Suguru is reading him, and itâs even worse how much heâs enjoying that humiliation. Suguru knows heâs easy, he knows exactly what turns him on, and he knows exactly how to get under his skin about it.Â
âLook at you.â Suguruâs voice has a deeper, huskier tone to it now. âYouâre meant for my cock. Iâve been dreaming about this since I saw you. I let you top first because I knew you wouldnât let me see how fucking pathetic you get the first time.â
Satoruâs teeth sink into the pillow. His neglected cock throbs, begging for any sort of touch, while Suguru rails him from behind. His thoughts are scattered, mind a blank slate of ecstasy.Â
âSatoru, baby, you havenât said a word.â Suguru yanks his head off the pillow, pulling a sharp cry from him. âWhatâs wrong, canât think straight?â
Thick tears line Satoruâs pale lashes. He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a choked cry. He blinks, and fat tears roll down his pink cheeks.Â
Suguru hisses and grabs his face. âIâm fucking you missionary next time so I can see the cute faces you make.â
Satoruâs eyes roll back, jaw falling slack as Suguruâs cock slams back inside.Â
Suguru releases his jaw and slaps his ass again, much harder this time. He growls under his breath at the way Satoru clenches around him. âYou like that, huh?â
Satoru bites down on the pillow and wails. His hips jerk frantically, cock dribbling a steady string of pre into the sheets.Â
âWhat, are you gonna come?â Suguru laughs. âI havenât even touched your cock yet. Youâre so pathetic, Satoru.â
âS-Suguru!â Satoruâs hand shoots out and grabs the headboard. The wood practically crumples under his touch. His body trembles as he comes, untouched, for the first time.Â
Suguru swears under his breath and moans. His steel grip on Satoruâs waist tightens as he reaches his climax, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.Â
They stay stuck together for a moment, each of them recovering from their high, before Suguru pulls out. He ties off the condom and tosses it towards his trashcan before turning his attention to the poor, trembling man beneath him.Â
âSatoru,â he coos, trying to guide him off the bed.Â
Instead, the white haired man collapses, face pressed into the pillow and overstimulated dick pressed right in the wet spot where he came. âSâŚSuguruâŚâ
He hums, flattered. âIâm all you can think about, huh? You just keep saying my name.â
He allows Satoru to lie there while he runs to the bathroom to retrieve his aftercare kit. When he returns, he wipes the fluids â tears, cum, lube, and spit â off of him. He forces him to sit up and have a juice pouch, then strips the bed and remakes it. Finally, they both collapse back on the mattress.Â
Instantly, Satoru is on him. Heâs like an octopus, oversized limbs clinging tightly and refusing to let go.Â
Suguru isnât against cuddling after sex in the slightest, but he never expected Satoru to be the one to initiate it. This canât possibly be the same Satoru Gojo he went to school with. âYou knowâŚwhen we move in together, we can do this all the time. Did you like it?â
Satoru hums sleepily. âYeah. Best thing Iâve ever felt.â
âHmm.â Suguru chuckles. âImagine what it will feel like when I actually touch your dick next time.â
âThereâs a lot of stuff I want to try with you,â Satoru says softly, eyes already closed. He looks like heâs about to drift off to sleep.Â
âOh yeah? Like what?â Suguru runs his fingers through his hair.Â
âI dunno.â He shrugs. âItâll come to me. Iâm just â " he pauses to yawn. âIâm glad youâre doing this. Thanks for being my roommate. And giving me the best sex of my life.âÂ
âYouâre welcome. On both accounts.â Suguru smiles softly at him. âYou can barely keep your eyes open, Satoru. Just go to sleep.â
Something flutters in Satoruâs chest, something warm and alive. He doesnât know what to call it, but as he falls asleep, he thinks of a word that might be fit to describe it.Â
Love.Â

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Summary: in which Gojo wants to try out the rope his adult toy designer friend created... on himself
Warnings: smut, no p in v, bondage, femdom, reader is the adult toy designer friend in question, breast play, dry humping, masochist!gojo, cumming in pants, set in canon universe, just a short little idea (kinda wanna make it into a series with him just trying out all sorts of sex toys lol. nobody say part 2 or make a request, I will end you), Gojo art by @_3aem on Twitter, not proofread Word Count: 2.9k
âWhere does this even go?â Satoru wondered.
Looking up from your desk, where your newest idea was being sketched out, you answered, âItâs a sounding rod; it enters the urethra and stimulates the nerve endings there. Thatâs actually a part of my Vibrations Series, hence the bulge at the end â thatâs where the battery goes.â
He whistled. You couldnât tell if it was because he was impressed or terrified of the concept. Maybe both.