she's coming 4 u.

satoru is quick to help you up, large hands gently handling you. his brows are furrowed as he looks at the state you’re in.

“why didn’t you call up shoko or go to campus or- literally anything else?!” he scold you, his voice is a higher pitch than you’re used to, he’s running his hands through his hair, tugging slightly before sighing deeply and calming himself down.

“didn’t wanna bother ‘em” you say, voice small. gojo knows in his mind you of all people could never be a bother, especially when shoko absolutely loves you.

“can i take this off?” he asks softly, tugging at your uniform top. you nod weakly, letting him work the fabric off you gently, sucking his teeth when he sees the gash on your side.

“that bad huh?” you laugh, there’s a beat of silence that you find unbearable. your eyes are heavy and the only way you can muster staying awake is by talking, words leaving your mouth without even thinking, “not gonna tell me ‘I’ve had worse’ or ‘this is nothing’ ?”

satoru only brings himself to snicker, “you’re about to pass out and you still wanna bicker with me.”

“to be fair it’s always you starting shit” you chuckle, hissing when he starts cleaning your wound. satoru mumbles a small ‘sorry’ before continuing.

you weren’t completely wrong, satoru always loved seeing you riled up. he loved watching the way the fire ignited behind your eyes when you shot something back at satoru, he loved watching your nose scrunch up when he said something stupid, he loved how you’d fight back smiles when he disrespected some asshole higher up.

“yeah, yeah, you're always saying that” he smiles, finishing up whatever he could on your side before moving to the cuts on your face.

you were still as he gently dabbed the wipes on your face, the slight stinging feeling was the last thing on your mind. the smell of his body wash was muddling your thoughts, the way his fingertips brushed against your skin gave you goosebumps.

“who sent you on the mission?” his voice was no longer playful and light. there was an edge to his voice as he spoke, and you couldn’t stop the chills that ran down your spine.

the only thing you could muster was a small shrug of your shoulders.

“it was the higher ups from last time, wasn’t it? the one you stood up to?” his voice is threatening and low, blue eyes boring into you as you tried to avoid eye contact.

“y/n, look at me” the stern tone left no room for protest, looking at him and gulping. you nodded your head, whispering a small ‘yeah.’ satoru mumbled something you couldn’t hear, his jaw clenched and hands shaking slightly.

“I’m going to kill them” he spat, taking a step back before look at you again, the sight filling him with even more rage.

“didn’t you say that wouldn’t change anything?” you stated, sitting up as best you could, trying your best to hide the pain you felt from the sudden movement.

satoru ignored your words, already making a move to head out of the bathroom door, but your voice stopped him.

“don’t- i don’t wanna be alone” you whispered, eyes watering a bit as the reality of the situation hit you all at once. “i just- nevermind” you laughed dryly, hissing as you pushed yourself off the countertop and stood.

satoru was immediately at your side holding you up, “what are you-” your words cut him off before he could finish.

“I’m gonna go home, don’t wanna bother you more than i have” you smiled, eyes still a bit teary. you’re brain doesn’t process what’s happening fast enough, only realizing what’s happening a couple seconds later when satoru’s arms are wrapped around your body.

“you aren’t going anywhere” he mumbles against the top of your head, squeezing you gently.

the warmth of his body is enough to comfort you, muscles relaxing and letting your tears spill against his chest.

“why?” you whisper, the question causing satoru to tense up against you. “why do you care so much?”

his thoughts stop for a second, the only thing on his mind is you. the way you’re looking at him in a way you never have before, with an emotion he can’t place. he can only think of one thing.

“isn’t it obvious?” he replies, voice soft, his cheeks heating up and ears burning. he’s trying to hide the slight tremble of his hands as he caressed your cheek softly, thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“only obvious thing about you is your ego” you smile, laughing a bit between sniffles as satoru gasps at you.

“and you say i start things?” he giggles, picking you up softly before leading you to his bedroom. the two of you in a comfortable silence as he looks through his drawers, handing you one of his shirts and shorts for you to change into.

“you can drop me off at home-” you begin but satoru is quick to speak over you.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, there’s some toothbrushes in the top drawer under the sink,” he says, continuing to list off any other items you’d need and where to find them.

it’s ten minutes later and you’re laying in the large bed, staring at the ceiling when you find the energy to walk into the hallway, peeking around the corner and into the living room.

satoru smiled at you, the bright tv lights illuminating his figure, “cant sleep?” he asks. you nod your head, slowly making your way towards him. “c’mere” he says softly, gently moving you when you sit on the couch, letting you cuddle into his side until you were comfortable.

between the exhaustion and the comfort of satoru’s fingers running along your arm you were sound asleep in a matter of minutes (10, satoru was counting). he placed a feathery kiss to the top of you head, shifting to pick you up, carrying you to his bed and tucking you in, slipping besides you before facing the opposite direction.

you stirred a bit, mumbling something and causing satoru to turn, “y/n?” he whispered. you seemed to gravitate towards him, one of your arms finding him and tugging his shirt, making him come closer to you. still asleep, you nuzzled yourself against him, sighing softly before stilling again.

satoru draped his arm around you, keeping you close before letting his eyes shut. for tonight, he won’t think about the thing he’ll say and do to the higher ups who sent you on that mission as punishment.

instead he’ll hold you close, keeping you safe and making sure you’re well enough to argue on any and every thing possible. he’ll make you breakfast tomorrow and ask if you feel the same for him. he’ll rush you to shoko so he can kiss you with as much passion and fervor as he’s imagined since the time you almost beat him in an argument.

“Nanami needs to fucking get laid,” you groan, tossing your keys down on the counter before dramatically flopping down onto the couch. 

The comfort of the well-worn cushions is a welcome embrace after a long evening out to dinner with your friends—which would normally be regarded as a fun activity, if it weren’t for the aforementioned man who’d shown up in what was quite possibly the worst mood you’ve ever seen him in (and that was saying something). 

Satoru chuckles as he settles down beside you, lifting up your ankles and placing them back down across his thighs as he fiddles with a loose string along the edge of your sock. “You know how he gets when he’s stuck working overtime at the office. They’ve had him staying late every night this week.”

Placing the back of your hand over your face, you glance over at your boyfriend through the gaps between your fingers. “Yeah, well they should be giving him overtime sex instead of overtime pay so he’s not such an insufferable dickhead about it.”

Dragging a hand through his soft, white locks of hair, Satoru chuckles, “I don’t think that’s legal.”

You shrug, “Well, I’m two seconds from signing him up for a dating app against his will if that man doesn’t start making an effort to at least get his dick sucked. At minimum.”

—

You don’t think much of your flippant comments about Nanami’s sex life, or apparently lack thereof. 

But Satoru, on the other hand?

He has quite a few thoughts on the matter, especially as it pertains to the two of you. Thoughts that he decides would be best discussed while he’s balls deep in your mouth a few days later.

“I think you should fuck Nanami.”

You choke—not because you can’t handle the length of Satoru’s thick cock shoved down your throat, no, but because those were the last six words you were expecting to hear from him at this particular moment. 

“Ah—don’t stop,” he chides as you go to pull off of him, one hand gently resting at the back of your head.

You meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow, but shrug as you continue to lap at his cock. 

A small grin peels across Satoru’s lips before he lets his head fall back on the pillows, moaning. “Mmm…okay. Right. So as I was saying, I think this is the perfect solution to our little problem.”

Toying with his balls, you let out a contemplative humming noise that has his shaft twitching between your lips. Satoru is anything but shy in the bedroom, and you’ve certainly mulled over the possibilities of spicing things up in one way or another. So it’s not like this proposition is entirely out of left field…but with Kento Nanami? Your friend?

“Oh…just like that,” he murmurs as you wetly suck on the head of his cock while pumping your fist down the spit-soaked length of it. “After what you said the other night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking you.”

Something warm curls in your gut at his words, and you subtly clench your thighs together as you offer him a curious noise, prompting him to continue while you make a mess of his throbbing, leaking dick. 

“You’d look so pretty with his cock stuffed in your wet little pussy, baby,” he breathes out, rolling his hips so his shaft slides deeper down your throat. “Wanna fill you up myself and then watch him fuck my cum back inside of you.”

You can’t help it, you fucking whimper at that, and you can feel your panties grow slick with the arousal that’s dripping out of you. 

Satoru caresses the side of your face as he begins to fuck your mouth, his voice rough as he begins to lose his composure, “Maybe I’ll let him come inside of you, too. See how much cum we can fit in that tight hole.”

You’re so dizzy with arousal, you hardly register when Satoru pulls his shaft from your mouth and puts you on all fours, pushing up your oversized tee to reveal your lace panties. Hooking a finger in them and tugging them aside, he groans when he feels how wet you are. 

“Please,” you whimper as he notches the head of his cock at your leaking entrance—both in response to the fantasy he’s offering and also a plea for him to fuck you right here and now.

Satoru obliges without hesitation, plunging into your waiting hole and engulfing his shaft in the greedy, wet heat of your cunt. The punishing stretch of his fat cock leaves you trembling, fingers digging tightly into the sheets as a line of drool unconsciously falls from your lips. 

“Maybe we’ll both fuck you,” he muses as he begins to rock his hips, his shaft deliciously stroking your sensitive inner walls with each deep thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, nearly collapsing at the mental image your brain readily supplies—Nanami and your boyfriend taking turns pumping their cocks inside of you. Your lips around Nanami’s dick while Satoru’s face is buried between your legs.

The near-impossible stretch of both of their dicks stuffed into your pussy at the same time.

Or—

“Maybe…we’ll fill both of your little holes up,” Satoru whispers as he folds his body over yours, nipping at the shell of your ear before placing two of his fingers over your lips.

You let your mouth drop open, eagerly beginning to suck on them, moaning and drooling around the digits as the ache between your thighs continues to grow. He removes the spit-soaked digits after a few moments and straightens, spreading your ass cheeks and swiping the pads of his fingers over the tight ring of muscle waiting there.

“Satoru,” you moan, arching your back and presenting your ass to him, pushing his cock even deeper inside of you in the process.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks as he massages your rim until there’s just enough give to slowly slip a finger into your ass. “You’d like being our little cock slut, letting me fuck you in the ass while you ride my best friend’s dick.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gasp against the pillow, a surging wave of pleasure coiling so tight in your gut you can hardly breathe. 

“Say it,” Satoru croons, your pussy wetly squelching as he ruts into you. 

You moan, legs beginning to tremble.

“Say it.”

“I want you and Nanami to fuck me,” you sob as he slips a second finger into your ass. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his free hand trailing around your hip, fingers beginning to toy with your aching clit.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm crashes over you, drenching your nerves in a flood of pleasure that leaves you breathless. Satoru’s hips snap forcefully into yours one last time, burying his cock in you to the hilt as he empties himself inside of you. 

You both collapse sideways onto the bed, too tired to bother cleaning up the hot cum leaking out of your cunt and down your thighs. Satoru pulls your back against his chest, idly stroking your shoulder as he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.

It’s only when you’re nearly asleep that he whispers, “I’m serious.”

One must kneel down on one knee if ever in his presence, head facing the ground while the old man spoke of whatever devious mission was awaiting.

Aside from that, you could do whatever you want.

Wear whatever you want.

Train however you want.

Kill whoever you want.

Granted, you and every other member of his devilish crew were given a variety of clothing, all branded with a symbol—a half black, half red circle—attached to every single clothing item.

Housing was provided in the form of decently sized bunkrooms to the west of headquarters, but it was rather pointless.

Only a fool would fall asleep in the company of fellow immoral Curse Users and assassins.

It was also wise to engage in as little chatter as possible during mealtime. Who knew if one of your dear comrades would take the opportunity to slip some poison into your bowl of ramen while you interacted with another individual, daring to close your eyes while laughing softly?

Around here, within the grey stone walls of headquarters, jealousy was as deadly as a cursed technique. Mr. Hansul would assign missions to Curse Users based on their skill level and spirited talent, and therefore, when the greedy old man wanted to be the one to proudly hang the world’s strongest sorcerer’s head on his wall, it was rumored that he’d pick you for such a daunting task.

Every single member of Mr. Hansul’s group, The Cursed Assassins Association, wanted to be the one assigned to kill Satoru Gojo. Doing so would not only bring honor to the CAA, but to every Curse User forced to live in a divided world where Jujutsu Sorcerers were seen as gods. Curse Users, however? They were pure devils.

Therefore, if Mr. Hansul would truly pick you for such an honorable assignment, you would have to play it safe.

Sleep with a knife tucked underneath your pillow.

Eat as far away from everyone else as you could.

Never let your guard down.

Mr. Hansul might have only had one rule, but you had several.

–

Around the second week since the rumors of the Chosen Assassin were born, two of Mr. Hansul’s escorts led you to his office. They approached you in the middle of your training session, the only time of day in which you happened to be as far away as possible from the office belonging to your boss. And, naturally, you couldn’t help but fixate over the distance, as with every step you made down the dark and haunting halls of headquarters—the clanking of your boots echoing like a broken record—you were reminded of just how far away his office was.

Damn him.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he undoubtedly stroked his hideous goatee, squinting his soulless black eyes as he ordered his guards to fetch you during your training session. You were forced to walk down almost every hallway, turn every corner, and climb every step within the base of operations for the CAA in order to reach his office. Because of that, all of the other assassins saw you.

They stopped chewing their meals. They stopped mid combat with their trainers. They stopped their conversations as they wandered down the poorly lit halls. All to watch you being escorted to Mr. Hansul’s office.

All to watch you walk towards your destiny, a fate each of them desperately wanted.

When you finally arrived outside of the heavy double doors, the escorts opening them for you to let you in, you immediately dropped your gaze. After a few more heavy steps, you kneeled down on one knee in front of your boss. After many years of taking this position in front of him, you became more familiar with the appearance of his feet instead of his face.

“Good afternoon, sir.” Your greeting was flat. Stale. Like a dead river.

“Hm,” he breathlessly replied.

It was only a small huff, but it was laced with degradation. Thick with venom. It was more than obvious that he was a soulless soul who worked harder than the devil.

“Sorry to interrupt your training,” he teased unpleasantly, “but I have an assignment for you.”

“Sir.”

“It’s a simple mission, one that I expect you to complete quickly and effortlessly. You are to kill Satoru Gojo. When you’ve succeeded, bring me the body.”

“So…the rumors were true,” you thought.

“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think that I-”

“Let me remind you as to why I summoned you at this particular hour. Let me remind you of why I let the news circulate for two entire weeks before calling you into my office,” his raised his raspy voice. “I wanted your comrades to be well aware that you are the one I am trusting with this task. It encourages jealousy. Jealousy encourages hatred. And, lastly, hatred encourages murder.”

“I understand. My comrades want to kill me now. How does that benefit you, then? Why do you want them to hate me?”

“Because, it’ll motivate you to accept this assignment. If you turn it down, you could be murdered in your sleep out of pure jealousy. If you agree, and should you return victorious, no one here would dare to lay a finger on you.” He gave a sinister chuckle. “And, well, if you don’t succeed, it’ll only be because Satoru Gojo killed you. Either way, the choice is yours.”

“Sir.”

And with that, you were dismissed. You were dismissed with a choice. Life or death. Life and death.

Truth be told, you wanted to be the one to take Satoru Gojo’s life with your entire heart and soul. You couldn’t stand the humanlike god. His influence upon the world of curses was the exact reason why there was such a divide between Jujutsu Sorcerers like him, and Curse Users such as yourself. By his standards, which set the tone for the rest of the world, you were all monsters. You deserved nothing. You all made the cruelest devil look like the pure, charity-driven, peace-making priest. One who probably devoted their time to feeding homeless children on Sunday afternoons.

Be that as it may, someone needed to teach the white-haired bastard a lesson. As you gathered your belongings, leaving the CAA headquarters as quickly as you could, you could only hope that a real god would let you succeed in taking down the wannabe.

–

The green leaves danced in the swirling wind. The nightly breeze made every tree wave their branches, and the enormous land howled with the sharp swishes of restless woods.

Even nature itself had to witness the death of Satoru Gojo, who walked out from behind a thick tree.

He had sensed an evil presence while making his way across town, and followed it into the middle of nowhere. That was when he saw you, standing there, waiting patiently to take his life. You had successfully drawn him out.

“I see you picked a place with lots of land. That’s smart, I’ll give you that,” he stepped towards you, his blindfolded eyes scanning over your mysterious figure. “Who are you? And what exactly do you want?”

“Knowing who I am won’t do you any good,” you frowned. “You’ll be dead soon enough.”

The wind whispered, filling the thick silence that followed your threat.

“Ya know, I take back what I said, now that I think about it,” he scratched the back of his head. “You picked a horrible place to fight. The moon as our only source of light? You gotta be kidding me. Can you even see me right now?”

Your frown deepened. It was as if the surrounding winds had managed to blow your threat away, carrying it off into nothingness as if you had said nothing at all. You told the icy white-haired man that in a few simple moments, he would actually meet his creator, and yet, it was like he viewed death as a mundane chore.

Either that, or he simply didn’t think you could kill him.

“So,” Gojo cleared his throat following your bitter quietness, stuffing his large hands inside of his packets. “That’s a nice pin. I’m guessing you’re one of Mr. Hansul’s little assassins, right? Don’t tell me the big guy didn’t wanna come out and see me himself.”

“Well,” a cruel grin appeared across your face, “I have a feeling that he’ll be seeing you. When I deliver your dead body to him, of course.”

“That’s cute. Did you practice saying that in the mirror?”

Your grin vanished. And he smirked.

“What’s your name?” Gojo questioned, daring to take a few steps in your direction when you failed to respond to his teasing.

“Why do you wanna know my name so badly?”

“Maybe it’s polite to introduce yourself to the person you’re trying to kill.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t aggravate the person who’s here to kill you.”

“Ha,” Gojo tossed his head back with a laugh. It was like he was having an ordinary chat with an old friend about a football game, discussing the latest scores and fumbles before asking for another beer. “You summoned me out here, sweetheart. Don’t cha think that you’re aggravating me by interrupting my day?”

“Alright, I’ve had enough of you.” The stern words fell from your lips, and with that, you gripped the hand blades dangling from your belt.

One sharp blade was placed in between each of your gloved fingers. Releasing your sweet, cursed energy into them, they took their own special form, and hovered in the space between your fingers.

One wave of your hand would send them flying in any direction at the speed of lightning, the thick aura of your cursed energy ready to pour into your chosen target. Even if the target could somehow manage to move or dodge, your blades would always find them. Once your blades touched your target, it would burn through them, and continue to push through their bodies until they were dead.

Or you released the blades.

But the latter hadn’t happened yet.

You launched them at Gojo with a grunt, and since you truthfully didn’t have time to mess around—unlike most predators who wanted to play with their prey—you aimed for Gojo’s heart.

Four incredibly sharp, flying, and burning blades were coming his way. Even so, he didn’t remove his hands from his pockets. He didn’t try to dodge. His hair didn’t even blow in the wind.

You didn’t have any time to question his intentions, as when your blades were a couple of inches away from that beating muscle inside of his chest, they stopped.

Your blades fell to the ground, laying at his feet like an abandoned toy.

He stepped on them as he made his way closer to you.

“So, as I was saying,” he started, “Since you’re aggravating me and interrupting my day, you should be the one to introduce yourself. I mean, I don’t mind going first if you’re the shy type. I’m Satoru Gojo, but I think you might know that already.”

“How the hell did you…” you gulped, your eyes widening as the realization truly started to kick in. “You stopped my blades, and you didn’t even move. How the hell did you do that?”

“Ya know,” Gojo smirked, “you’re pretty cute. If it wasn’t for the stubborn attitude or the attempted murder, I think I’d ask you out.”

You clenched your fists. He was so goddamn infuriating. And that smirk had pissed you off beyond belief.

“You’re really no fun. It’s such a waste when a hot person has no personality.” he sighed dramatically.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Talking to me like that?”

“I just told you, didn’t I? I’m Satoru Gojo.”

“You’re such a bastard-”

“You’re pretty hot when you’re angry, too. Has anyone ever told you that before?” He walked up to you. By now, he was close enough for you to start backing away.

Trying to put some distance between you and your target was a fruitless task. Based on the smirk his face held, he was well aware of the tree behind you before your back hit it.

“Damn it,” you thought.

His boots shuffling through the fallen leaves was a sound you became all too aware of, and with every single step, he came closer and closer until he was only a handful of inches away from you.

You could smell him. He held a faint scent of sandalwood. The whiff of it made you shift your feet.

Suddenly, he removed his hands from his pockets, tucking his thumb underneath his blindfold. He raised it, revealing his striking blue eyes. Revealing his entire face.

Being honest was another personal rule of yours. The truth was the only way to live. Not only as a way to communicate with others, but as a way to behave towards yourself.

Be true to who you are…how you feel…

And, if you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t attracted to the perfectly crafted face in front of you, you would have been a horrific liar.

He might not have been a god in your eyes, but it was obvious that the real gods took their time with him. The drastic difference between his pale skin and vibrant eyes was like admiring both the moon and the sun. Everything from his nose to the shape of his lips were perfect, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes darted across his face, taking in the beautiful features belonging to the tall, blessed man. He stared at you intensely.

You shifted your feet again.

“Like what you see?” He said lowly.

You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t. You still had a job to do, and his attractiveness changed absolutely nothing about it.

Luckily, Gojo was admiring your beauty as well. You were truly the literal definition of a Perfect Stranger. He didn’t even know your name, but he knew that he wanted to kiss those pouty lips of yours, or have your pretty eyes stare into his forever and ever.

He was distracted.

You used the given opportunity to pour your cursed energy into some spare hand blades. You tried to circle them around Gojo, targeting the back of the distracted man.

And truth be told, he was a little surprised when your blades fell once again, knocked down by the invisible force around him, but not as surprised as you were when your second murder attempt had failed.

“Damn it!” You snapped.

Even though you had blown your opportunity, even when he was well aware of your actions now, you tried once again. This time, however, Gojo didn’t even give you a proper chance to pour your cursed energy into your blades, as when you started to reach for them, he suddenly wrapped his hand around your neck, holding you against the tree.

He leaned in, that stupid smirk of his reappearing. His soft lips tickled the shell of your ear. The grip of his large hand around your neck only tightened.

“Come on now,” he whispered, his breath warming the side of your face as he spoke. “Is that all you got?”

When he released you, his calloused fingertips no longer pressed into the skin of your throat, you erupted into a fit of coughs.

And those hands. The damned hands that dared to choke you offered a reminder in the form of a gentle squeeze that he could have clenched harder. He could have tried to make his fingertips and thumb touch, watch you desperately claw at his arm until his pale skin was covered in fresh scratches and nail scrapes.

He could have watched you take your final breath, stare into your eyes and witness the light leave them, an unwavering hand still clamped around your drying throat as if to choke out any remains of your soul left behind.

But he didn’t.

He could have—and, perhaps, any ordinary person in the midst of becoming the next big contributor to the ever-growing statistics of murdered Jujutsu Sorcerers would have—but he didn’t.

“I could’ve killed you, ya know.”

And there it was. The irritating truth. The fact that he didn’t.

The amusing smirk that rested upon his face was a cruel reminder that all of this was indeed a game to him.

Even so, you had an irritating truth of your own. One that was nagging at you, existing as the sole reason why you couldn’t look Gojo in the eyes. It was purely the fact that your panties were soaked; your cunt wet from the way he grabbed you. The way he whispered in your ear. The way he choked you.

“I can’t-” you coughed. “I can’t believe this.”

“Look at me,” Gojo said softly.

You hesitated, but any fight left within you instantly vanished when he held you against that tree. Even so, the last string of dignity you held onto was your ability to keep your gaze towards the ground. However, when Gojo’s large hand cupped your chin, raising your head until you were staring right into his eyes, dignity became a foreign concept.

He was silent for a moment as he held your face. His thumb gently graced your cheek.

“Had no idea that you’d get so turned on by me choking you,” he said.

Your eyes widened. A string of protests started to fall from your lips, but suddenly, Gojo smashed his soft ones against yours.

A surprised gasp escaped you as your breath fluttered away, and he used that opportunity to deepen the kiss. Moving his hand away from your chin, he gripped the back of your neck, holding your head still as his tongue briefly touched yours. When you jumped, he smiled into the kiss.

He was quick to give your tongue a swirl with his own. Your mouth tasted fucking delicious to him, and he couldn’t help but moan down your throat. It was a slow, yet deep kiss, which was something you had never experienced before, and found yourself instantly craving when he pulled away all too soon.

He kept his buttery lips hovered over yours as he spoke. “Deny it all you want, but I could see the lust in your eyes.”

The last word had barely been spoken before he reconnected your lips. He was hungry for you like a starved man.

After his wet tongue explored your mouth, he pulled away only to latch his lips onto your neck. He bit, licked, and sucked at the skin, focusing on any spot that elicited a sweet moan from you.

You didn’t want to give that cocky asshole the satisfaction of knowing that he could make you moan like this, but you couldn’t help it. He found the sweet spot right below your jaw, and sucked at it until the skin was sore and tender.

—

It was only a matter of time before you were naked, pinned to the hard ground with nothing but your clothes as some sort of cushion.

Gojo, however, was still fully clothed. He pinned both of your wrists down above your head with only one of his hands, and with the other, he cupped your tit, swirling his wet tongue around your nipple.

“Hmm,” he moaned, sucking on your hard nub.

The sounds of your moans were like music flowing to a formerly deaf man’s ears. He fucking loved it. They were sweet and soft, a sharp contrast to your harsh demeanor. As he latched his mouth onto your other tit, his clothed dick hardened in his pants. He started to grind himself in between your legs, right against your wet, exposed cunt. His hard cock repeatedly pressed against your clit, and the sweet pleasure made you gasp.

“Gojo,” you whined. “I h-hate you.”

“Really?” He smirked down at you, increasing the speed of his grinding. “Still hate me, huh, baby? Why?”

“You’re teasing me.”

“Oh, I see. You were in a hurry to kill me, now you want me to hurry up and fuck you?” His grinding started to slow down. “I don’t know. I think I need some sort of apology.”

You were silent. You closed your eyes, not wanting to let the bastard win.

The warmth from Gojo’s body on top of yours vanished quickly, and instead you felt a warm breath pat against your wet folds.

“Fine,” he smirked. “Have it your way.”

Suddenly, his fingers were pulling your pussy lips open. His skillful tongue started to lick at your clit as he moaned. Instantly, you started squirming.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the little button, letting the sweet taste of you flood his senses. Two of his long fingers started to work their way inside of you. He curled them just right.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled against your clit. “So tight, too. Can’t believe this pussy is all mine right now.”

“Gojo,” you whined, thrashing around. Bolts of pure pleasure shot through your body whenever his tongue rapidly swiped over your clit, and his fingers would touch that sweet spot inside of your pussy. A wave of heat washed over you. Your legs started to tremble.

You were about to cum, and suddenly, Gojo pulled away.

Although snatching his mouth away from your delicious pussy was the last thing he wanted, he just couldn’t let you have it that easily. Not when you had so much to apologize for.

You couldn’t help but whimper at the sudden coldness that washed over you instead of a sweet orgasm.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said breathlessly.

Gojo laughed darkly. He pulled down his pants, releasing his thick cock.

“Sorry, but you’re not cumming. Not until you apologize. It’s really not that hard,” he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, and pressed his lips against your ear as he whispered. “I just had to stop eating your pussy thanks to you. I missed out on you cumming in my mouth because you still wanna act like a brat. Apologize.”

“Fuck you,” you mumbled.

With that, Gojo thrusted into your cunt. He shoved himself in harshly, working his thick cock in until your pussy could adjust to his size.

“So tight…so tight for me,” he moaned. “No one’s ever used you like this before?”

Gojo pinned your wrists down once again, giving your mouth another quick swirl of his tongue as he did so, moaning at the taste of you and the feeling of your perfect cunt.

The rise and fall of his hips were sinful. He fucked you at a harsh, steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin blending in with the rustling wind.

You were filled with shame. You had brought Gojo to these woods to kill him, and instead, he was fucking you like an animal. And you were moaning like a slut.

“You’re so angry. Why?” Gojo whispered into your ear, his thrusts never slowing. “Did you just need a good fucking, baby? Is that it? Just needed someone to fuck you hard?”

“Please, Gojo,” you mumbled. “Please…”

Sweat was pooling across your forehead. His cock filled you up in ways you didn’t even think were possible, and with every thrust, you were becoming undone. He fucked away every thought, and every desire for anything that wasn’t his cock.

“Poor baby,” he cooed, followed by a groan of his own. “Just need someone to make you cum. Isn’t that right?”

“Please…” you said pathetically. “Please make me cum. I’m sorry…so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He released your wrists, gripping your hips.

“For trying to kill you. I-I’m so sorry, I can’t…Please let me cum, Gojo.” You babbled on and on.

“Such a good girl. Now was that so hard?” He smirked.

As his fingers pressed into your hips, he held you down, drilling his cock in and out of you. He didn’t bother holding back his own moans. He tossed his head back.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned deliciously. “Take that dick and cum, baby. Cum on my cock. Cum on my fucking cock right now.”

And with that, and a few more thrusts, your juices squirted along his length. Your orgasm triggered his own. A wave of pleasure flooded him, his throbbing cock filled your insides with loads of his pearly cum. Your cunt felt amazing, squeezing him and milking him until his body was numb, arms trembling as broken moans escaped him. He truthfully never wanted to stop cumming, and his dick twitched and throbbed inside of you as it begged for more.

Even as he kissed you again, your tongues flicking against each other as you both moaned, he continued to cum into your pussy.

It took a minute for you both to catch your breaths. When he climbed off of you, you reached for your clothes. However, his hand grabbed yours, stopping your movements.

“Sorry, but we’re not done.” He stood up. Suddenly, his hand gripped the back of your head.

“I know you apologized, but I never said that I forgive you, baby.” As he gave his cock a few strokes, he lined his tip up with your awaiting mouth. “Suck my dick. When I cum, swallow it. Then, maybe, I’ll forgive you for trying to kill me. Alright?”

You nodded.

He shoved himself inside of your warm mouth, tossing his head back with a grunt. As he started to buck his hips, repeatedly moaning, “that’s it. Just like that, baby,” as he fucked your throat, you couldn’t help but rethink your old rules.

Holding your head still as he shot his load down your throat, keeping his cock in your mouth until you swallowed it all, you figured that, perhaps, you only needed to live by one rule.

Never try to kill Satoru Gojo.

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How long has it been since Levi and you had alone time like this? Too long and he is showing you just how much he missed you as his cock penetrates your walls ruthlessly.

Your moans reach his ears, hands gripping the sheets. Fuck he has missed seeing you like this. His hands find themselves on your hips, setting them in a rough pace with his own.

You knew that he wasn't going to start easy but you still didn't expect that he would feel this good. "Look at you, baby. Missed my cock didn't you?" He asks through gritted teeth, your pussy feels so tight and warm for him.

"Y-yes! I love being filled l-like this!" Walls, Levi doesn't know how he managed to get by for so long without this. Without being in you and watching you lose your mind beneath him.

Levi leans down to kiss you on the lips, it's messy, not all soft as his tongue moves harshly against yours. His cock starts pounding into your sweet spot and you pull away from the kiss, moaning into the pillow.

With a little smirk on his face, Levi leans back and takes your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, he wants to be as deep as possible in you and he succeeds as you feel his cock hit spots you didn't even know existed.

"Fuck L-levi! Too deep! Too deep!" You yell feeling like you can sense him in your stomach. His gray eyes land on your stomach, a slight bulge appears anytime he thrusts into you.

And it's like he is hypnotized, he can't take his eyes off it. That was him. His cock was so deep in you that it can be seen on your lower belly. Fuck he shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he is.

Levi puts your legs back in the position they were as his hips stop moving. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, already fucked out of your mind. His eyes are glued to your navel as he sees the slight bulge of his length.

"Levi...please...move.." He bites his lip, kissing your neck and he whispers. "If it gets too much tell me."

"Why would- mmmmhh!" He starts snapping his hips, his pace unforgiving palm pressed against the bulge. It makes you see stars.

"I'm so fucking deep in you baby. Look at that. Fuuuck t-taking me so well." Levi himself isn't even able to form proper sentences as your wet walls clench around his cock.

His palm presses further and you arch your back, adding to the pressure. It feels too good. He has never been deeper in you than he is now.

Levi's other hand travels up to your lips. "Open." He grunts and you obey, letting two of his fingers enter your mouth as his cock pounds mercilessly into you.

You moan against his fingers when he starts snapping into you even faster. Your pussy clamps down on him and you feel that it isn't much longer before he tips you over the edge.

His hand leaves your belly and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth before taking the back of your neck and smashing his lips onto yours.

Your hands wrap around his neck, nails scratching down his muscular back. Both of you are moaning against each other's mouth, both of you are close to coming.

Levi pulls away from your lips, looking at you. "You gonna cum for me Iike a good girl?" You nod your head trying your best not to cum already.

"Speak." He says, you don't. You don't because you didn't hear him, too focused on the sounds of his cock slamming into your heat. "I said..." He presses a hand firmly against the belly bulge again, making you roll your eyes back from the pleasure. "Speak."

"I- cum L-levi! I'll cum like a good g-girl!" Your warm walls squeeze him tightly one last time before you cum screaming his name as your legs shake. Levi lets out a few heavy grunts before he too is coming inside of you.

"Take it all. Fuck. All of it." He says almost whimpering as his cum fills your pussy up. His sweaty body falls on top of yours, his cock slowly pulls out of you,his cum leaking out of you.

"Where did that come from?" You chuckle weakly, kissing the side of his head. "I missed you that's all." He kisses the skin of your shoulder before pulling his head back and looking at you.

"We are not done yet." Oh boy this was going to be one long night....

---------------------------------------------------

Finally! Exams were over and you can relax!

Wouldn’t that be perfect?

But as luck would fuck you, that was the exact 180 of what actually happened.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself unable to enjoy any activity you took part in.

The hobbies you had once adored were just… dull.

Every single morning was the exact same. You’d wake up, have some sort of bland breakfast, and try to entertain yourself.

Whether it was aimless scrolling on your phone, watching some sort of boring movie, trying to cook some kind of new recipe. Etc. 

But nothing would suffice.

It felt like you were underwater.

You couldn’t hear any music or tv you tried to put on.

You couldn’t feel the materials of the crafts you tried to do.

You couldn’t taste the food you made

Nor smell the candles you had lit.

You just felt… null.

What to do when you feel null? There’s nothing you can do.

So you do what you do every day, lay on the couch and pray for a miracle.

A sudden twinkling “interrupted” your tv show.

It was your phone ringing!

“Hello…?” You strained, having just pressed the button to pick it up.

“Hey bitch! Me n’ Makki are gonna go celebrate the end of exams, you coming?”

“…Maybe another time Tooru.”

On the other end of the line, Both Makki and Oikawa stopped dead in their tracks.

You never call him by his first name… and that tone?? What’s going on?

The brunette took the call off speaker and went off to a different area.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on, babydoll?”

“I just… can’t feel anything.”

“Like physically? Is your body numb? Do you need me to call an amb-“

“Tooru I just feel like static.” You whisper as you start to sniffle.

Oikawa’s eyebrows knit together as he takes in your words. He covered the receiver with his hand and placedhis phone by his hip.

“Makki we-“

“Don’t even worry.” Hanamaki said with a smile, holding both hands up, “Go see them”

“You’re the best, Makki.” He mouthed, “Okay darling, you stay right there.”

And with that, Tooru was rushing to a few stores, and then your family home.

Within fifteen minutes, your best friend was knocking hastily on your home’s front door.

“S’open.” You mumbled weakly.

The door flung open, and Oikawa dropped the bags of your favorite things, rushing to the couch you were laying on.

“(Y/N)? Hey. It’s me.” He sits next to you and places a hand on your shoulder.

You shot a gentle mumble back at him, ears falling deaf once again.

“Okay sweetheart you are scaring the shit out of me. Come here.”

Much to your displeasure, Tooru lifted your uncooperative form into his embrace and laid you against his chest.

“What in god’s name is going on?” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

That little gesture had been something you two started ages ago. You can’t remember where it originated, but it makes you both feel loved.

“Tooru I just… I’ve spent the past month of my life doing nothing but studying and working. I can’t feel anything.”

“Mhm.” He replied, rubbing your arm.

“I wake up, try to “entertain” myself and go to bed. Nothing works.”

“What if I make it work?”

“What?”

“You heard me!” He cooed, “I’ll make life fun again.”

“Only if you’d like…” you replied gently.

“I would love!” He chimed, “It’s hot bitch summer! Tooru Oikawa’s bestie has to participate. Now up on your toes, lovebug!”

“Mmm. I’m gonna regret this aren’t I?” You said as you slowly struggled to an upright position.

“Totally.”

“Tooru I don’t want to get up.” You whined softly, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“(Y/N) if you don’t get up right now, I will tickle you.” He stated with a deadly seriosity.

“Go ahead” you replied with a tinge of malice in your tone, flopping backwards against him and pushing him further down into the couch.

“Waaaah! (Y/N)-Chan! You’re squishing me in!! I’m trapped in the couch! What a world, what a world!”

You whipped around and raised your arms high, forming your hands into dinosaur claws, “I’m gonna getcha! Raaaawr!!”

“PFFFFT!” Oikawa threw his hand over his face as you both erupted into laughter at your childish antics.

You flopped backwards off of him and onto the other end of the couch, the both of you still laughing hard.

As the chuckled died down, you wiped a single tear of delight from your eye.

“I told you I’d help you.” He chimed, finally sitting up.

“One event isn’t going to magically change my mood, Oikawa.” You replied, sitting up yourself.

“Well, you called me Oikawa. That’s a start, no?” He beamed in reply.

“I suppose…”

The setter had one more trick up his sleeve…

“Stand up, for real this time.” He demanded, grabbing the remote for your TV.

You obliged with a sigh, jumping to your feet with an awkward smile.

Tooru dramatically sticks his hand out, “Dance with me!”

“Oh my god-“

“(Y/N)-Chan I’m prosed to share the most secret-iest secret that I have. You should say yes.”

“Well shit, yes then.” You took his hand and he clicked play on his Spotify playlist.

Your living room filled with the lively music of the 1960s.

“HAHA!” You screeched in delight, “No freakin way you like sixties music!”

“TAKE IT TO YOUR GRAVE!” He replied, spinning you through a terribly executed dance.

And within minutes, the setter had you both giggling as he shared his favorite songs with you.

And you? You don’t remember a time you had ever had this much fun…