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He gathers himself that night at dinner, you're sitting next to him tonight, his hand resting on your thigh as he smiles at you, watching you bite down on your lip, a pretty flush to your skin.

"I am sorry again for today,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of your drying hair back gently. “I really thought I had that one down.”

“It was kind of fun,” you giggle now, sipping your wine, a drop of it on your lips. “Master Qifrey always keeps me away from any danger, locked up almost. So it was a little… exhilarating.”

“Yeah?” You nod and he exhales.

Thank God.

“I actually have a different method than Qifrey does for magic," he murmurs softly, as you nibble on your dinner. "I should show you some time."

"Oh, different from the ocean trip?"

"Mhm," you lean forward just a bit, pretty tits leaned out of your neckline for his hungry blue eyes to hit. You sip your wine carefully once more, feeling the intensity of his gaze taking your breath.

You may or may not have a crush on Qifrey - but you also may or may not have a crush on Satoru.

Scandalous, you can't do such things!

They're both your teachers, and you're a grown woman, much unlike the young girls that joined you as apprentices, aren't you supposed to set an example? But your thoughts are utterly wicked - imagining just how much of their cocks you can fit in your throat.

Scandalous thoughts that must end!

"I could show you, it's a little different," Satoru says, chuckling and slipping up that blindfold he wears constantly, letting pretty blue eyes drift across your collarbones. "More based on touch than drawings."

You feel your cunt clench around nothing. "Oh, touch, you say?"

"Mhm."

"Well,” you set down your glass, heart racing as the fire crackles, illuminating his tall shadow taking over yours on one of the stone walls of the Atelier. “I'm most eager to learn."

It's moments before Satoru has you spread right on that table, shoving your skirts up, his fingers pumping in and out of your needy cunt, the squelching so damn loud. He's leaning over you, as his fingers move in and out faster, a hand clutching yours as it rests on the table, your ass arched all pretty against him as you cry out.

"S-Satoru!"

Your voice is all hoarse as your head falls back, as much as you adored Qifrey - well, he'd kept it all professional. He'd never done more than brush your cheek with his fingers once, a lean close – so close you thought he’d kiss you – just to pull back and walk right out.

Not Satoru.

He had no problem kissing you messy, his eyes were insane as he hit your sweet spot over and over, laughing against your ear, lips brushing against it.

"How are my lessons, pretty little witch?"

"Wh-what... are you teaching, ngh," his teeth nip your ear, eliciting a filthy little cry. “They’re v-very – ah! Gojo…”

“Satoru,” he whispers, pumping faster with his thick fingers in your plump, messy cunt. “Say it, sweetheart.”

“Satoru!”

That's what Qifrey hears when he walks in.

"Well, here's that sweet spot, the one that makes you gush," he's honing in on it, smirking when Qifrey walks in, but your face is pressed against the table cloth, drooling on it, Satoru’s hand entangled in your hair.

Qifey is torn - between wanting to fuck Satoru up and wanting to drag you right over to himself, hearing your pathetic, mewling little cries, your squelching cunt as the dumb fucking sorcerer he brought in to help is touching you. Qifrey’s hands are damn near shaking, clenching into fists as he walks in, slamming his gear down on the ground loud enough for you both to pause.

Satoru just smirks, this little shit.

Your face is all fucked out, drool down your lips, eyes glazed over in a way Qifrey had only ever dreamed of.

Oh yes, filthy dreams of his apprentice, the one he’d tried so fucking hard to make sure not to touch, to be professional. Yet here Satoru Gojo is, with his dumb blindfold shoved up his face, grinning right at him and apparently fingering your cunt again, judging by the messy, wet sounds echoing and your little moan.

“What is the meaning of this!?” He demands, you bite your lower lip, but Satoru simply hums a bit, reaching around to grip one of your tits, squishing it in his hand.

“I was showing her my own magic, one eye.”

Qifrey snorts, shaking his head and pulling out his little notebook. “Time for you to get locked the fuck away, six eye freak.”

“Aww, can’t make her cum without your doodles?” He’s got you arching, and Qifrey’s cock is throbbing underneath his robes, his eye damn near twitching behind that spectacle, as your nails scramble for purchase on the table.

Qifrey walks over and Satoru is furious at how you grip his fingers when he’s that close, how thick your coating of slick gets, he gets so mad he slips a third finger inside, making you cry out.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs in your ear, but the other sorcerer is gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, that eye glinting dark.

“No, eyes on me,” he says softly in that tone of his, absolutely fucking you up, his free hand trailing down the side of your pretty tit, tracing the gentle curve as you’re trying to hold it together. “You needed your cunt played with and never told me?”

“She didn’t need to tell me,” Satoru’s lips pressed against your neck, his teeth nipping your skin.

“I tried but y-you… seemed very – ngh, reserved,” he sighs, shaking his head once more.

“Here in the dining room? Really, Gojo?”

“Want dinner though,” he pulls out his fingers, dripping with you, smirking as he sees the sorcerer fucking salivate, sucking your juices right off them, moaning, his cheeks hollowed. “She’s so tasty.”

“My room. Now.”

You both pause, Satoru raising a brow, but Qifrey just walks off, looking at you both behind his shoulder.

“I said now.”

You’re sure you’re in for the worst tongue lashing of your life, even as Satoru has this big, shit eating grin on his face, walking up the winding stairs to his room, when the door shuts behind you, and suddenly it’s Qifrey, his fingers on the buttons of your gown, making quick work of them. He sighs when he sees you naked, groaning at the sight of your pretty body as Gojo’s own eyes dart across.

“Seems our first time will have to be sharing you,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue and brushing your hair back. “Shame, I wanted you all to myself.”

“Who says I’ll share her?” Satoru tugs you to him, lifting you like it’s nothing with his hands on your thighs, carrying you right over to Qifrey’s bed and laying you down, just for the other sorcerer to come right over, shoving Satoru right over.

“You already started having fun,” he presses you down against those silk sheets, cool against your heated skin, making you tremble just a bit. “Look at you…”

“Master Qifrey…” You’re all flustered, and he raises a brow, as Satoru’s slipping off his top, revealing the muscles of his hard body, while Qifrey’s fingertips trail your thighs, sliding up and making you tremble.

“You were aching all this time, hmm?” His voice rushes over you, and Satoru’s sigh is loud.

“Will you move so I can show you how to eat pussy?”

“Tch, think I don’t know how to pleasure a woman?” Satoru is snickering as  Qifrey kneels at the foot of the bed.

“Do you just draw on her thigh?” Qifrey doesn't answer, he simply slips his long fingers up your skin. Watching those juices pour right out.

 "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," Qifrey murmurs, as if it’s just for you – spreading your thighs with his hands carefully. "Taste this sweet, pretty little pussy."

“You have? I–ah!” He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive folds, before his tongue makes contact with your dripping slit.

You cry out, arching against the bed, hips pressed up as he licks a slow stripe up your slit a few times, coating his tongue in it before he parts your puffy folds, circling your clit with deliberate precision. The very tip of his tongue swirling intricate patterns like drawings, all in front of Satoru Gojo.

“Fuck…” that's all he can manage, as one of your hands grip the sheets, and the other entangles in Qifreys pretty white locks.

“There it is,” he mumbles, pussy drunk as he smirks over at Satoru. “She quite likes her clit being covered in my ‘drawings’ hmm?”

Satoru watches with hungry blue eyes before kneeling down right next to him, his mouth capturing your other thigh in a little kiss, grasping dribbles that are glistening right down.

“Move over,” he bites your skin. nudging Qifrey aside. "Let me taste her too."

Instead of arguing, Qifrey simply shifts a bit, leaning over you to capture your chin, allowing Satoru to eye your dripping folds, parting your pussy wide and watching it clench around nothing.

Qifrey spits your own cum in your mouth. 

“Swallow, pretty Apprentice.”

You eagerly obey, earning a pleased smirk as Satoru buries his face against you with just a bit of clumsiness, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds before pulling back with a groan.

 "Fuck, you're tight," he mumbles, sliding a finger inside as Qifrey licks your clit again, the squelches obscene. "Can you even take us?"

“Mhm – ah!” Your thoughts are cut off when both men begin to eat your cunt – desperately, your hands in each of their silky white locks, one of your thighs in each hand as they spread you wide.

Qifrey leans in and captures Satoru's lips in a messy kiss as if to make sure to capture all your juices, his tongue slipping over Satoru's mouth to taste you on him. The sight makes your cunt clench around Satoru's fingers, the way they're moaning. The way the saliva drips between them – your two teachers sharing your taste between them right over your twitchy clit.

“Oh…” they both blush a bit and pull back as if it were some mistake, before diving back in, tongues circling your clit in tandem, both men's fingers working your needy cunt. “Did you two… ah. Kiss?”

“No!?”

“Indeed no!?”

You go to giggle.

Big mistake.

The two white haired sorcerers immediately position you, so you're laying on your back sideways on the bed, Qifrey settling between your thighs with his fat cock tugged out of his robes, as Satoru positions himself by your head, his pink tip dripping white little drops on your lips.

“You want me to take care of you, hmm? Pretty girl,” Qifrey’s words are fucking you up – blood rushing through your ears as you nod, feeling his cock slide between your puffy folds, while Satoru’s darts on the seem of your lips, running across it achingly slow.

 "I want to watch that pretty throat bulge when I fuck it," he murmurs, moaning when you lap at his tip, your mouth opening wide. “Watch you swallow every inch."

"And I want to see myself…” He pushes right into your slick heat, you’re so damn wet your cunt takes him easy despite how fucking long he is, he lets out a little moan, eyeing that stomach bulging. “Right here.”

tBoth men eye your body, Qifrey painting pretty patterns with his fingers on your tummy, while his cock is gliding in, Satoru pressing so that you choke on him, shushing you carefully.

“That’s it, you can take us, sweetheart,” he cooes those words, watching his shape in your throat while he sees Qifrey’s cockprint moving in and out of your stomach. “Look at you. Made for it.”

“You're taking us so well,” Qifrey whispers, picking up your thighs now and spreading them wide, watching how she so greedily grabs onto his cock, every thrust making slick just pour. “I was neglecting my apprentice, I see.”

“You were,” Satoru whines out – Qifrey would make fun of that sound, but he’s doing the same goddamn thing when you grip him, swallowing around the other sorcerer’s cock. “Fuck…”

They begin to move their cocks in perfect sync, tears slip from the corners of your eyes as Satoru sinks deeper, and Qifrey’s tip is just kissing your cute lil cervix. You’re so full of both of them you can hardly see, vision fuzzy as your eyelashes flutter closed, seeing stars behind your eyes.

It’s not long before he has you on your hands and knees, sucking Satoru like that while his hand entangles in your hair, his heavy balls slapping your clit, the loud slick sounds of the men fucking you echoing in the bedchamber. Satoru’s gasping out as he shoves his cock fully inside your mouth, that tip gliding on your throat until your nose is flush with the little smattering of white hair, and Qifrey is leaned back, watching your cunt taking him.

“Look at that, so eager,” he clicks his tongue, smirking just a bit, that little eye glass fogging up with his own breaths as he pulls out fully, slapping his fat cock right on your needy cunt, chuckling. “Beggin’ for all that cum inside, isn’t she?”

Satoru pulls out so you can speak, throat sore with how he’s stretched it out, saliva just dripping from your lips. Satoru tilts your chin up, smiling down at you, thumb brushing over your lower lip now, swiping some of his pre.

“Answer him, sweetheart.”

“Want it,” you manage, peeking back to see your teacher gripping your hips, nudging his tip teasingly against your clit, coating it in sticky pre. “I do…”

“How do we ask, love?” Qifrey nudges your clit again. “Have I not taught you any manners during our lessons?”

“Please,” you whisper, gasping out as Qifrey shoves his length back inside your snug lil cunt, she’s quivering all round him as he leans close, and Satoru is tugging your mouth back open.

“Want to swallow all this cum while he fills you?” He asks, making your cheeks heat up. “Looking all innocent when you just want all this cum.”

“Mhm,” is all you can manage, tongue out, letting them both fuck their loads inside – so full you’re swallowing Gojo down, as Qifrey pumps you so full it won’t even stay in.

Don’t worry – the sorcerers make sure to clean your pussy right up, and if their tongues catch each other, well they’re just sharing your taste – and Qifrey’s cum is quite sweet, even if Satoru won’t admit it. They’re certainly not kissing, and they absolutely can’t stand each other – they’re just getting along for you!

His pecs felt so hard even with your sheer top, now sticky with sweat.

But what happened to lead to this?

It all started because you and Till have been hating each other’s guts since you arrived into the rebellion. Every time it is asked of him to collaborate with you, he either declines or says he’s with someone else.

And it has been a problem for each of your missions you shared— a huge problem. To the point where you almost initiated a war against him in the cafeteria because you, and I quote his kind words, “couldn’t keep her bitch ass mouth shut”.

To which you replied in a silent manner, with a huge grin and a jar of water filled with ice, straight in his face.

Which resulted in massive brawl where he was held by two officers like a state-worthy danger to the public while you were laughing, a desperate Hyuna keeping you still against her chest, her forearms hooking your arms tight.

The crowd around you was enabling your stupidity with hooting and hollering.

…Very kind indeed!

But then, why was he sweating your weave out?

Because…you cannot resist challenging him, silly you.

You were bored out of your mind, walking around the facility when you spotted him on the roof, crouched down whike he was looking at the horizon.

Another opportunity to bother him!

“Till babyyy. How I missed you.”

You heard a loud groan from him.

You approached him with your hands intertwined behind your back.

”What are you doooiiiing, hanging by yourself like a sad little boy?”

No answer.

You scowled. He really was impassive today!

“We reaaally cannot help ourselves, do we?”

“What are you talking about?” He was cleaning his helmet with a microfibre rag, but you swore you saw his jaw tighten.

And even more when you were walking around him like a vicious attempt at preying on him. You looked at him from below his shoulder.

“Personally, I call it fate.”

He only glared at you with a gaze that screamed passiveness and discouragement.

“No matter where we go, even in the most obscure places in here, we always find each other. Isn’t that cute?”

“Don’t you have other things to do?” He replied while rubbing his helmet with much vigour than before.

You hummed. “Naaah. Isaac sent me off. Hyuna is busy doing whatever, smoking or working. Dewey is also busy, and the electrician team is on break. Basically…no one wants me.” You sighed dramatically and crouched down to his level.

His teal eyes met yours in a heated gaze.

The kind where he wants to beat some boundaries into you or pound it inside you.

And he chose the latter.

You knew Till had gained weight since he left Alien Stage. The scrawny, pale figure you had seen in pictures changed into a hunk of flesh, hard muscles and a tanned skin that made you drool.

The hours spent doing pull ups in his room, eating proper meals you helped making, participating in labour and riding his motorcycle everywhere he went.

He got an insane build that you have now the privilege of seeing in its full glory.

“C’mere. Now.”

Right now, in his dorm room, which screamed punk rock and comfort. His scars, healed but marked in a lighter tone than his, were spreading across his body.

He snatched you close by your arm, and pulled you into a deep kiss to shut you up for good after you tried once again to say a lame joke.

His breathing was loud and hard, you thought. And he was grabbing your face like you personally hurt him (you did)!

Till thought that, he should calm down.

But of course, nooone of you cared about that. 

Touching his body was also a discovery.

His huge hands fondling your ass and throwing you on his bed.

His chest pressing tightly against your own, the red plectrum on his silver chain snuggled between your tits. 

Which he wasted no time to latch his mouth on them like a starved piglet. He pulled your top above the sensitive mounds and sucked on them so hard you couldn’t contain your cries anymore.

Next thing you know, his hips snapped back and forth against yours, the slippery sound of your union echoing through the four walls of the room, along with your lovely sounds of pleasure.

His raspy voice — still in recovery from his injury, telling you aaaall the dirty things he’ll do to you.

“You can’t help yourself, aren’t you?” He let out a dry laugh. “Being an annoying bitch. Gotta teach you something about annoying people.”

His fingers slid between your legs to pinch your clit harshly. Eliciting a sharp cry from you. You felt overwhelmed, your knees ready to give up.

You both came at the same time, a thick flood of cum filling your insides. His borderline pornographic groans mixed with your slutty mewls were heard. A few drops escaped but he was sooo kind to stick his fingers inside you so that nothing remained out.

You let out a raspy laugh against the fabric of the pillow. His ragged breath was warm against your nape.

“So…what now?”

To which he replied, his hand grabbing your chin to make you face him.

“What? Are you asking for more, silly?”

Who were you to say no?

about me :

i’m a college student, i’m mixed & i live in USA ! i am (un)fortunately the #1 fan of ateez, sleep token, the weeknd & whatsaheart😙 #biggestmuiscalnerd (hamilton & epic the musical specifically). i loveeee romcoms/romance anime. some of my fav anime’s and tv shows are: one tree hill, hannibal, gossip girl, horimiya, given, bsd & bllk ! i’m an infp:p & i’m probably the most awkward person ever, online and irl conversations stress me cus i think too much :c

some characters i relate to/love :

shoko & shouya – silent voice

mafuyu – given

baek cirrus – litc

brooke & blair – gossip girl & oth

koyuki – ramparts of ice

kyomoto – look back

ivan – alien stage

hachi – nana

summer – 500 days of summer

extra :

i love satoru gojo(especially nerd & dadjo) so i’m his biggest fan in EVERYY au, no one else is #1.

Your Satoru. Your boyfriend. And apparently, according to him you were his girlfriend. He had started using the word like he had been waiting his entire life for permission. "My girl." "My girlfriend." "Angel." "Pretty girl." "My favourite person."

The first time he called you my girl over text you stared at the message for a solid thirty seconds before throwing your phone onto your bed. Then you picked it right back up. Then you reread it. Then you buried your face in your pillow.

Satoru meanwhile had apparently been having an equally profound experience. Because somewhere between the movie theater and the following morning he realized something terrifying. He had a girlfriend. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. Not a temporary fling. Not someone he met at a party and forgot the next morning. Not a stranger whose number would eventually disappear somewhere in the endless scroll of his phone.

You.

You were the person he could text when he woke up. The person he could send stupid memes to. The person who actually laughed at his jokes. The person who would tolerate him rambling about something obscure for twenty minutes because you genuinely wanted to hear him talk. And perhaps most importantly you were the person who had seen him at his most embarrassingly enthusiastic and somehow still wanted him afterward.

That last part had been sitting in his head a lot. More than he would ever admit. Because the thing was. Satoru had never really thought he would have this. Not in the way he had always secretly wanted it. Someone who wanted to know him. Someone who wanted to stay. Someone who would curl against him and laugh until her stomach hurt because he said something stupid. Someone who would look at him like he was something precious.

It made him feel almost unbearably lucky. Which was annoying. Because Satoru Gojo did not like feeling unbearably anything. Except apparently unbearably lucky. And unbearably horny.

That was becoming a problem too. A very significant problem.

It had been a couple weeks since that wild night in the bathroom stall at the movies. Your first real date. The way his hands had found you there. Inside you. The heat and the rush and the desperate way you both clung to each other after. Confirming everything. He was your boyfriend now. You were his girl. Satoru Gojo was a lucky boy because he did not think he would ever have a girlfriend. Someone to spend time with. Someone to share his jokes with and hear your pretty laugh in return.

That night after he came to the realization that he actually had his hands on you. Inside you. It had all been so surreal. And now the two of you had been constantly talking over text. Even sexting. Yeah. Sexting.

The first time it happened started innocently enough. He had just gotten out of the shower.

You were lying in bed. Half watching something on your laptop when your phone buzzed. You picked it up. A message from Satoru.

toru 🩵

showered

A smiled appeared on your face immediately, a big one, as your fingers clicked his message open and began typing.

you 🩷

congratulations?

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then—

toru 🩵

wow

toru 🩵

that's all i get

That made you giggle to yourself.

you 🩷

what do you want

His response took longer this time. Then your phone buzzed, a picture??? Why was he sending a picture right now, you took a sharp inhale.

And opened it. And immediately sat up. Satoru was standing in what looked like his dorm room, obviously. You've been there a couple of times to recognise the background. He was still wet. A towel hanging loosely around his neck. He wasn't smiling properly exactly. It was more of that lazy little half smirk he did when he knew precisely what he was doing. Your heart gave one stupid, traitorous little thump.

You stared. Then stared some more. Your nipples tightened under your shirt just from the sight of him like that. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp.

you 🩷

oh

His reply came instantly.

toru 🩵

oh?

You bit your lip, in anticipation

you 🩷

you look nice

toru 🩵

nice?

you 🩷

yes

toru 🩵

that's so romantic

You peered at your screen, then rolled your eyes.

you 🩷

shut up

toru 🩵

no no i'm listening

toru 🩵

tell me more about how nice i look

You could practically hear his voice. That amused teasing tone. Your pussy gave a slow warm throb as you typed.

you 🩷

your hair looks pretty

There was a pause. Longer this time. Then—

toru 🩵

pretty?

You sighed, then frowned.

you 🩷

yes

toru 🩵

you think i'm pretty?

Your cheeks warmed and there was heat pooling low in your belly now.

you 🩷

i didn't say that

toru 🩵

you literally did

you 🩷

i said your hair is pretty

toru 🩵

coward

You gasped... The audacity. No he did not.

you 🩷

excuse me?

toru 🩵

you heard me

You were smiling madly, not being able to help it anymore.

you 🩷

your hair is pretty

you 🩷

your face is pretty

you 🩷

happy now?

His answer took almost a full minute.

toru 🩵

very

Then another message.

toru 🩵

you should send me a picture too

You looked down at yourself. You were wearing an oversized shirt, it was nothing special. Nothing remotely seductive. Your hair was messy. You had not done anything to look pretty. But your body was already reacting. Skin tingling. Pussy getting slick just from talking to him.

you 🩷

i'm in bed

toru 🩵

i know

Your eyebrows lifted, a real psychic he is.

you 🩷

how?

toru 🩵

because you just told me

You laughed, and shook your head unbelievably.

you 🩷

idiot

toru 🩵

what are you wearing

Your smile faltered. Not because the question was shocking. It was just. Different. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Your nipples were hard now. Pressing against the soft fabric.

you 🩷

clothes

His response came immediately.

toru 🩵

wow

toru 🩵

incredibly specific

You pressed your lips together.

you 🩷

an oversized shirt

toru 🩵

whose?

You blinked.

you 🩷

mine

toru 🩵

boring 🙄

you 🩷

you're annoying

He didn't waste time sending the next message.

toru 🩵

take it off

Your stomach flipped, tf!? You stared at the words. A rush of shy heat flooded your face and between your legs.

you 🩷

...why?

The three dots appeared.

toru 🩵

curiosity

Another message.

toru 🩵

scientific research 😇

You laughed so suddenly you had to cover your mouth. Your clit throbbed and you wanted to touch it. You wanted his voice telling you to.

you 🩷

you're such a nerd

toru 🩵

says the girl who went to a fucking doraemon expo with me

you 🩷

i hate you

toru 🩵

no you don't

Your fingers went still. Because he was right. You did not. You really really didn't.

you 🩷

no

Then.

you 🩷

i don't

His response was almost immediate.

toru 🩵

yeah

toru 🩵

i know

You stared at the screen. And then your phone rang.

You nearly dropped it.

"Satoru?"

His voice came through warm and slightly amused.

"Hi."

"You called."

"I did."

"Why?"

"You were taking too long to answer."

You smiled despite yourself.

"To what?"

"Anything."

You rolled onto your stomach now.

"Satoru."

"Angel."

The nickname was softer over the phone. That was the problem. Everything sounded different when he said it aloud. You tucked your face into your pillow. Your pussy was wet now. Aching.

"What?"

"Are you still wearing the shirt?"

You made a tiny noise of disbelief.

"You're still on that?"

"I'm persistent."

"You're annoying." Yes he definitely was.

"You like me."

"I do." ... "fucker" - You muttered that under your breath.

The silence afterward was immediate. You could hear him breathe, it was soft and shallow, like he himself was trying hard to stay still. It made you close your eyes. You smiled.

"What's wrong?" Your voice came out a little shaky, you didn't mean for it to.

"Nothing." He said voice calm, almost assuring.

"You went quiet."

"I'm appreciating the fact that my girlfriend just admitted she likes me." Well that sounded a bit sarcastic.

"You already knew that." You retorted.

"I like hearing it."

Something in your chest softened. You turned onto your back. Your hand drifted down. Hovering shyly over your stomach.

"You're ridiculous." A small chuckle left your lips.

"Yeah."

His voice.. you can tell he was smiling. Then after a moment.

"Can I see you?"

Your heart jumped, you started to blink rapidly.

"uuuh r-right now?"

"Right now." He said straightforwardly.

"Satoru." You said, voice coming out an octave louder than necessary.

"What?"

"You've already seen me."

"I know."

"Today." You reminded.

"I know."

"Earlier." You re-affirmed.

"I know."

You could hear the grin in his voice.

"I want to see you right now, Angel."

That did something to you. Something so embarrassingly simple, had you smiling ear to ear at the ceiling. Your fingers slipped lower. Brushing over where your panties were soaked through.

"Okay." You sighed breathlessly.

There was a small pause. Then the call changed. The screen lit up, the emoticon to switch to video, you pressed it absentmindedly. And suddenly there he was. Satoru. His hair was still damp. His towel had fallen around his shoulders. He was lying back against his pillows, and his signature wire-rimmed glasses weren't on. He had one hand resting behind his head.

"Hi." He said playfully, his perfect teeth glaring at you.

You stared, eyes probably wide. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hi?"

"Yes. Hi." He tutted, then without giving you a second—

"You're staring."

"I'm not." You blinked your eyes off to the side.

"You are." He teased.

You groaned softly. "Your hair is still wet."

"That's what you noticed?" He huffed.

"Yes."

"Wow." Oh you didn't even notice the lack of his spectacles. That kinda broke his heart.

"Stop fishing for compliments." You said, eyes rolling.

"Tell me I'm pretty again."

You laughed, in disbelief.

"No."

"Please?" God... why did that sound so... ughhh.

"No." Your eyebrows pinched together.

"Angel."

Damn.

You covered your face. He laughed. Fuck. You loved his laugh. You loved how easy it was. How he never seemed embarrassed by it. Your fingers pressed lightly against your clit through the fabric.

"You're pretty." You muttered.

"What, what was that, hm?" Oh he was taunting you now.

"I said you're pretty." You said defeatedly.

"Louder."

"No."

"Come on."

"Satoru." That came out a little too whiny.

"Pretty please."

You groaned, again.

"You're pretty." You said honestly, voice loud enough for him.

He smiled and there it was. That look. The one that made you suddenly feel like you were the only person in the world.

"Thank you." That sounded so sweet, coming from him.

"You're welcome."

Then his eyes flicked downward.

"What are you wearing?"

You stared at him. He stared back. You narrowed your eyes. Your pussy clenched.

"You already know. Baka"

"I want to hear you say it."

"Ugh." You're weird."

"I'm your boyfriend."

"That doesn't explain anything."

"It explains everything."

You laughed again. Your fingers started moving in slow shy circles.

"An oversized shirt."

"Still?"

"Yes." Annoyance clear and present in your voice now.

"Nothing else?" He was prying.

You froze. Satoru's expression changed. Not dramatically. Just enough though. His smile softened into something more curious. His free hand shifted lower on screen.

"Angel?"

You swallowed. Your voice came out breathy. Shy but honest.

"You're being nosy."

"Very." At least he was self-aware.

"You can't see anything."

"I didn't ask to see anything."

"You're thinking about it." Oh he definitely was.

"Maybe." That confirmed it.

Your cheeks warmed. Your nipples were so hard they ached. Your pussy was soaking. You wanted to touch yourself properly. To him. To his voice.

"Oh." He said softly.

"What?"

"You're flustered."

"I'm not." You tried to deny, to play it somewhat cool.

"You are." This asshole.

"Stop looking at me."

"Never." omg.. why was he like this?!

You hid your face. But you kept your fingers moving. Slow and awkward. Horny and unsure, no you were sure, so sure actually.

"You're so annoying."

"You're cute."

That shut you up, and Satoru laughed quietly.

"See?" His voice teased.

"See what?"

"I can make you speechless."

"Don't get excited."

"Too late."

You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling. Most times the two of you stayed like that. Talking. Teasing. Learning. There was no rush. No script. Just two people who were still figuring out how to be together. Shy in so many ways even after that bathroom stall. Still exploring every new feeling.

Sometimes the conversation drifted toward things neither of you had the courage to say directly. Questions. Curiosity. Little admissions.

Satoru'd asked what you thought about him. You told him he was irritating. He asked what else. You said he was kind. He went quiet. You asked why. He said he was not used to people saying that. You told him he should get used to it. Then he smiled.

And suddenly you understood something. The flirting was easy. The teasing was easy. But underneath it there was something softer. Something neither of you knew quite how to handle yet. Something that made every new step feel bigger than it should.

But right now your fingers kept rubbing. Little whimpers slipping past your lips, trying to be quiet but he was picking up on every stray sound. He could tell and maybe that excited you.

"Angel. Are you... touching yourself?" His voice dropped. Unfiltered.. teasing and horny, you could hear it.

You bit your lip shyly. Fuck. You were caught.. But you nodded. You nodded anyway because you couldn't keep anything from him even if you wanted to.

"Yeah. A little." Your voice came out strained. There was no going back now.

"Fuck. Don't hide it." He breathed. "Let me see you. Please."

Your heart pounded. But you switched cameras. The screen showed where your t-shirt had ridden up your tummy, and your other hand clearly shoved into the waistband of your panties. His eyes darkened when he saw it.

"You're so pretty like this." He murmured. "You're ah- um touching yourself..?" He sounded so shy and wrecked, asking a dumb question, the answer was obvious enough at this point.

It still made you whimper. Fingers slipping lower under your panties. Sliding through your wet folds.

"Yes. Satoru." Affirmations was definitely his kink.

Your breathless purr of his name, made him groan.. he was coming undone quick. His camera flipped down, now too. His sweats and boxers shoved down mid thigh, cock out and visibly hard. Flushed and pretty. Long and leaking precum at the tip. His slender hand wrapped around it. Stroking slow. All for you to see and your eyes lingered, staring intently.

"Look at what you do to me." He said. Voice rough. "So hard for you angel."

You rubbed your clit faster. Watching him. The way his hand moved. The slick sounds. His moans of your name.

"Satoru..." You gasped. Fingers circling. Wet noises filling the call on both ends.

He stroked harder. Thumb spreading precum over the tip and down his length. "Fuck. Your sounds. S'messy Angel. Let me hear your pretty cunt."

You moaned. Shy but needy. Rubbing quicker, building fast. His hips bucked. Hand flying.

"Angel. M'gonna cum." He panted. Moaning your name loud, then in the next second thick white cum streaked across his chest. Over his fingers. So much. So pretty.

You followed. Messy on your fingers. Clenching and whimpering out his name, desperately.

He caught his breath. Eyes hungry. "Can i see.. Angel.. can I see your fingers? show them to me please.." Fuck... he was begging so nicely, it did something to you.

Shy but obediently you held them up. Shiny, your arousal thick and sappy stringed on your fingers, webbing in the light.

"Good girl... fuck. Put them in your mouth.. haa-ah taste yourself f'me Angel."

You slipped them into your mouth, with a moan, Sucking softly as he wiped his cum off his chest. Licking a bit from his fingers, in sync with you.

The two of you stayed on the call. Breathing softly together. Smiling shyly, left over horniness fading way now. Both connected and sated.

Eventually Satoru's eyes left your pretty face for a second and glanced at the clock in the little upper left corner on his phone.

"It's late." He said in realization.

"It is." You knew it was by now.

"You should sleep." Voice tender-soft.

"You first." You murmured back.

"I'm not tired."

"Neither am I." He sounded believable but you were sure.

"You are."

"I'm not." He was going to play this game, but you weren't gonna let him win this.

"You've yawned three times."

That made him grin, "You're counting?"

"Obviously."

He smiled.

"Stay on the phone, with me Angel." Voice low and lazy.

You blinked.

"While we sleep?"

"Yeah."

Your heart squeezed.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

With that he settled deeper into his pillows. You did the same and for a while neither of you said anything. You could hear his breathing. He could hear yours.

And eventually...quietly.

"Hey angel?"

"Yeah?" Your voice came out a little drowsy.

"I'm really glad you're my girlfriend."

You smiled into the darkness.

"Me too."

A pause. Then-

"Also."

"What?"

"Your shirt is still bothering me."

You burst out laughing.

"Satoru!"

He laughed too.

And somewhere between the teasing and the laughter the call stayed connected. The two of you fell asleep like that. Not knowing exactly where this was going. Not knowing how much you would learn about each other. Not knowing how many more firsts were waiting.

Just knowing that somehow. Against all odds. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. And you had a boyfriend. And he was lying in bed somewhere smiling at the sound of your sleepy breathing.

Thinking probably for the hundredth time that week. Holy shit. She's really mine.

And maybe just maybe you were thinking the same thing.

Because tomorrow he would text you again. He would send something ridiculous. You would pretend to be annoyed and he'd flirt. You would flirt back. And eventually one of you would say something that made the other flustered.

And you would keep discovering each other. Slowly, carefully, and with hunger. One little secret at a time.

This time you're at his dorm room on campus.

And it starts with a pillow.

Well— you, and a pillow, and a very stupid pair of thigh-high socks that Satoru swore would be the death of him when you slid into his dorm room wearing them and nothing else but one of his oversized hoodies and a shy little smirk.

He gawked.

You straddled his pillow without a word, right in the middle of his bed, and started grinding. Soft. Slow. Just for yourself. His jaw went slack. His hands froze mid-text. And you were so casual about it, like you didn’t even notice the way he was staring at you like you’d hung the moon with your pussy.

“Practicing,” you’d murmured, shrugging cutely.

“For what?” he asked, voice wrecked.

Your smile was pure trouble. “Riding.”

Satoru dropped his phone. Physically. Onto the floor.

You giggled. "I wanted to see if I could get off just humping something."

He made a sound like he'd been punched.

So now here you are— on your hands and knees, still wearing his hoodie and those sinful socks, pussy flushed and puffy from humping his favorite dorm pillow, hips twitching like you're almost there. You don't even realize you're whimpering until his hands slide around your hips, and he speaks, low and starving, right behind you.

“Angel…”

You look back over your shoulder.

Satoru is kneeling behind you, shirtless, eyes dark with hunger. He brushes your ass with his palm. Then slips his hand between your thighs and cups your pussy over the pillow. Soaked-sticky and messy.

“You’re so wet,” he groans. “You were gonna cum on a pillow and not even let me watch?”

“I was...testing” you pant, wearily.

He flips you like a doll.

Suddenly you’re flat on your back, head on the sheets, thighs trembling open and hoodie bunched around your waist. The pillow lies forgotten beside you, damp with slick. He looms over you, hair falling into his eyes, lips parted and pink.

“You wanna ride my face, Angel?” he asks, voice hoarse.

Your whole body shivers.

“…Can I?”

He laughs soft and stunned, worshipful almost, and leans down to kiss you like you’re the most delicious thing in the world.

“Fuck yes, you can. Sit on my face. Suffocate me. Make me drown in it.”

He lays back against the pillows, adjusting under you with arms out like a throne. His glasses are already tossed to the side, and he’s licking his lips like he can already taste you. You’re climbing over him, thighs shaking, when he grabs your hips and drags you up.

“Right here,” he whispers, eyes locked on your glistening cunt above him. “Right here, baby. Let me feel the weight of it.”

You lower slowly, knees braced, hands pressed into the wall behind his headboard. You hover above his mouth, panting and then, gently, you sank down.

His tongue meets your folds like he’s starving.

You wail.

Your pussy clenches instantly, overwhelmed by the first hot drag of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Satoru groans, loud, grabs your thighs like he needs more, and pulls you down until you’re seated fully on his mouth.

“Satoru!” you cry out, rocking without meaning to.

His tongue slides in now, licking into your dripping pussy like he’s mapping it. He moans like it tastes like heaven, like it’s a privilege just to be under you. Your thighs squeeze around his head. Your hips roll. Your clit finds his nose. And you grind.

He’s letting you.

Letting you fuck his mouth like you need it to breathe.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper. “Don’t stop, I’m— Satoru, I’m gonna cum, I’m so close—”

He hums against your clit and the vibration breaks you.

You cum on his tongue with a scream, body jerking, hips grinding down in helpless little circles. He grabs your thighs, keeps you there, mouth open, licking, moaning, slurping like he doesn’t care that you’re sobbing above him.

You collapse forward, hips still twitching, body limp, cheek against his bare chest.

He gasps when you move off him, his face soaked, chin dripping with your slick.

“…You taste like candy,” he whispers, starry-eyed.

You’re panting, half-laughing. “That was insane.”

“I think I’m addicted to your pussy.”

You slap his chest, weakly.

He grins, wild and happy, then he murmurs, "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen Angel, We need to do this again.. maybe ah-hundred times before we," His voice drops as he leans in and whispers into your ear teasingly, "fuck huh?"

Now you’ve been thinking about it all day.

All week, really.

Every time your thighs press together too tightly in class, every time you catch Satoru’s glazed-over stare sliding to your chest or how he bites his lip when you fidget in your seat—you think about riding him.

You’ve made out on his futon. You’ve touched. Explored. Cum multiple times on his fingers while crying into his neck. You’ve memorized the way he moans when you stroke him, how his cock twitches helplessly when you kiss the head and whisper how much you want to take it inside.

So now… it’s time.

You sit on his lap in his tiny, warm dorm room, legs bare, wearing nothing but one of his hoodies and knee socks, straddling him while his hands hover at your waist like he’s too scared to grip you. Your panties are already shoved to the side. His sweats are pushed down, and his cock's hard. Flushed, drooling against his belly, it twitches between your folds like it’s waiting for permission.

You’re both shaking.

“You don’t have to,” he whispers. “Not tonight. Only if you really want—”

“I need to,” you breathe.

You lean close, your nose brushing his, eyes wide and nervous but burning.

“I want to ride you, Satoru.”

He chokes on air.

“Oh my god.”

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, hot and slick from his own arousal, and you guide him up, between your slick folds, over your clit. You both shudder. You roll your hips, let him feel the mess he’s made of you. His eyes are already fluttering back.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers. “You’re gonna take me?”

You nod. “Just… let me go slow.”

You lift your hips, line him up with your tight little entrance, and take a deep breath.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

He holds your waist, his grip tightening.

The tip presses in.

And holy fuck.

You’re stretching already, your walls squeezing down on him like you’re trying to keep him inside before he’s even all the way in. Your jaw falls open. He moans so loud into your shoulder you nearly lose balance.

“Oh ...oh fuck angel—angel, you’re so tight—fuck, I can’t—”

You both gasp, frozen, as you sink down another inch. It’s like a punch to your stomach and your cunt at the same time—hot, overwhelming, raw and perfect. Your thighs tremble. Your nails dig into his shoulders.

“I can feel everything,” you sob. “You’re so big, Satoru, you’re splitting me open.”

He’s crying. A little. From how tight you are. From how warm. From the way your pussy clenches around him like you love him already and he hasn’t even bottomed out yet.

“Tell me when to stop,” he pants. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You’re not,” you gasp. “Don’t stop—don’t stop. I need you.”

You sink lower. Lower. Inch by inch, your walls stretch around him, pulsing with slick heat.

Then— you bottom out.

And it feels like your whole body is going to break open from the pressure, from how full you are.

You bury your face in his shoulder. “I’m full. I’m so fucking full, I can feel you in my stomach—”

His hips twitch and he sobs again.

“I’m inside,” he whispers. “You’re letting me in. You’re my first—”

You press your lips to his ear. “You’re my first, too.”

And then— you rock.

Gently. Testing how much you can move.

And his hands slam down on your hips like he can’t take it. His cock twitches inside you, and your walls clench around him in response.

You moan.

He moans louder.

Then you start riding him, slow and messy. Tight little bounces, up n down. Just enough to feel the stretch, the slide, the overwhelming wet heat of your cunt clinging to him like your body doesn’t want to let go. It’s all instinct and desperation. The sounds of skin against skin, of slick, needy friction echoing in the tiny dorm room.

Your thighs are shaking. His hands won’t stop gripping, guiding, worshiping.

“Fuck, angel— fuck, you’re riding me—”

You cry out. “You’re so deep— I-I can’t—I feel you in my chest—”

He bucks into you by accident and you scream, throwing your head back.

“Did I hurt you?!”

“N-no—again, do that again—”

He does. And you swear you go cross-eyed.

The rhythm is clumsy. Awkward. Your knees are slipping and his hips stutter, but you don’t care. You don’t care about perfect. You care about how he moans your name like a prayer. How your pussy makes that wet little schlk sound every time you take him down to the base.

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—”

You grab his cheeks, force his eyes to meet yours.

“Cum in me,” you whisper. “Please. Make a mess inside me.”

His cock throbs violently.

“Angel—fuck—I love you—”

He explodes.

It’s hot. You feel it fill you— pulse after desperate pulse. Sticky, thick, messy. It overflows instantly, leaking between your thighs and down his cock while you grind and cry out again, cumming right after him. You shake through it— sobbing, clenching, writhing in his lap like your body doesn’t know how to survive this much fullness.

You collapse against his chest.

His hands cradle you.

He’s panting. Moaning your name over and over.

“I’ve never felt anything so good,” he whispers.

You kiss him then, slow and shaky-sweet.

“Neither have I.”

And then you both fall backward onto the bed, tangled, ruined, still joined at the hips.

You stay that way for a long, long time.

You’re still straddling him.

Bare thighs trembling. Pussy aching. His cock softening slowly inside you, twitching with little aftershocks, buried deep in your cunt and leaking. You can feel it. His cum—so much of it— pooling hot and sticky inside your body. Seeping out in slow, obscene dribbles every time you shift or twitch.

It’s messy. You’re flushed and overwhelmed, shivering through the afterglow and clinging to his hoodie like a lifeline.

And Satoru Gojo is staring between your legs like he’s entranced.

You glance down. Follow his line of sight.

There’s a little stream of milky white trickling from where he’s still inside you, slipping down between your folds and soaking into the mess of his hoodie bunched beneath your ass. You clench involuntarily and more leaks out— sticky-warm and filthy.

Satoru groans.

“I can see it.” His voice is wrecked. “It’s—fuck, it’s dripping out of you. That’s my cum. Inside you.”

You moan softly, hips rocking like you’re chasing the stretch again.

His hands grip your waist.

“I wanna clean you up,” he whispers, breath hot against your cheek.

You blink, dazed. “I can just— get a towel, or—”

“No. Not like that.”

You look down. He’s already pulling out—slowly— and you both gasp as his softening cock slips free of your pussy, followed immediately by a thick, wet gush of cum that drips from your folds in slow, shiny strands.

Satoru watches it fall.

Then he drops to his knees.

Right between your thighs.

“Satoru— what are you—”

“I need to,” he says, voice low, eyes blown wide and desperate. “Please. Let me clean it with my mouth.”

You can’t even think. Not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re something divine, something sweet and holy and soaked in his mess. His hands part your trembling thighs and he moans at the sight of your sticky, cum-dripping pussy glistening in the soft dorm light.

“Angel,” he whispers, reverent. “You’re ruined. I made such a mess.”

You reach down, brush his hair back. “Then clean it up.”

He dives in.

His tongue slides through your folds— warm, flat, soaking up the slick with long, filthy licks. You scream, thighs snapping around his head, because you’re so sensitive, still throbbing from your orgasm, and now his tongue is licking up his own cum from your pussy like he’s starving.

You squirm. Whimper. Try to push him back. “S-Satoru—s'too much—!”

He groans into your cunt, arms wrapping around your hips, holding you down like he’s not letting go until you’re clean.

“Can taste you,” he pants between licks. “You and me, mixed together—fuck, it’s so sweet—”

You throw your head back, moaning like a girl gone dumb.

His mouth is everywhere— lapping up the mess he made, licking into your hole, nosing against your clit until you’re gasping through gritted teeth, thighs shaking violently.

You’ve never felt anything like it.

It’s so dirty. So loving.

So deeply, terrifyingly intimate.

“Satoru—please—”

“Cum again,” he begs. “One more. Let me taste it fresh.”

And you do.

You cum with a sob, hips jerking, pussy leaking fresh slick into his mouth. He groans, drinks it, licks until you’re sobbing and twitching and clinging to his hair like you don’t know who you are anymore.

When he finally pulls back, his is face wet, chin shining, cheeks pink and you’re spread wide, limp, flushed from your ears to your tits and totally wrecked.

He climbs over you, kisses your forehead, then your lips, slowly, letting you taste yourself, his cum, the sweat and breathlessness of your shared first time.

“You’re my favourite thing,” he whispers.

You start crying.

He cradles you, strokes your hair, tucks you against his chest and wraps a blanket over your trembling body.

“I want you again,” you whisper.

He kisses your hair.

“I’m yours now,” he says. “So anytime you want me… I’m yours.

You weren't a troublemaker per se, but you weren't a stuck-up academic weapon either, so you have no clue why you ended up with the top student in his major.

Satoru Gojo, astrophysics and science nerd.

It happened slowly, through little sticky notes and small gifts of candy on your usual desk in the lecture halls, him sitting one chair closer in the library each time you went.

And then one date that made you fall head over heels for this shy weirdo.

And you got to know his closest friend, Suguru Geto, who was more on the alternative artistic side. But he was fun to get stoned with.

You inhaled the smoke, about to pass the rest of the smoked-out blunt back to the long-haired male across from you, when a sudden knocking on the window startled your zen.

The knocking turned into full banging and a familiar, whiny voice.

"Suguru… u..unlock the damn door! What are you two doing in there with her? Smoking?? That's bad for YOU-"

Suguru groaned, pulled the keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the car doors, clearly irritated by the white-haired one catching you both.

The moment he got the door open, you were pulled out, a barrage of smart and large words thrown at Suguru about weed and how it can ruin his health, not to mention how bad it is to give it to you and blablalbabllaaaa.

You could feel Satoru's hands on you tremble, blunt nails dragging your clothes a bit while having you squished close to his chest, his eyes looked like he wanted to burst out crying, clearly shaken up over this even while giving a lecture.

Satoru really only calmed down when you started walking away with him, not even getting to say a goodbye to Suguru, too busy being pulled away by your boyfriend.

"Tooruu…. c'mon, relax. We weren't doing anything…" You sighed, feeling his hand on your waist tighten a bit, leading you through the campus to the dormitories.

"Not doing anything? Why didn't you t..tell me you two were hanging out? I'd come too..!" Satoru grumbled, fumbling with his glasses after stepping inside the building, fidgeting, refusing to look at you.

"You don't even smoke. Are you jealous?"

"Wha..! Me? Feel envious over MY girlfriend sitting in MY best friend's car together and SHARING weed? No." He puffed up his cheeks a bit.

"Relax, babe. "

"I am relaxed. We are g..going to my room to show you how r…relaxed I am."

You sighed, holding his hand while walking up a few flights of stairs, watching Satoru fumble around with his keys before finally getting the door unlocked, ushering you inside right after.

"If I had known you'd freak out over something like that, I wouldn't have gone…" You mumbled, toeing off your shoes.

Satoru seemed to get a bit more on edge from that comment, already battling unfamiliar emotions inside- he hadn't had a girlfriend before you, so feeling possessive or jealous was new.

"Did he ask you to meet him?" The white-haired one's voice came out a bit too rough.

"Yeah, we have met up a few times like that already."

"Oh… so you like Suguru?"

"Maybe." You roll your eyes, getting a bit annoyed now, walking further into the dorm and plopping down on Satoru's bed, staring up at him.

Your attitude didn't go unnoticed.

"Maybe?" Satoru stood up fully straight, the pout on his lips turning more into a frown.

"Yeah, maybe he wouldn't care about me spending some time with friends." You scoff, only adding to the anger bubbling up the white-haired male's throat.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He walked in front of you, subconsciously forcing his knee between yours, having you spread your legs to accommodate him standing between them.

The look in his blue irises behind those clunky glasses wasn't of some pathetic nerd who would let his woman cuck him and force him to watch from the corner. I mean, he totally would do that if you wanted him to- but not the time.

You could tell he was getting pissed now, fingers clenching and unclenching, glaring down at you as if he wanted to bite you.

…Hot.

It wouldn't hurt to egg Satoru on a bit, no?

What was he gonna do?

Nothing. (wrong)

Your lips formed a small smirk, your eyes almost gleaming as you leaned back on the palms of your hands, keeping your legs spread a bit too wide to be innocent.

"Nothing. Just that maybe he'd be a better boyfriend for me." You cooed out, being provocative.

Satoru's eye twitched.

The dorm room went silent for a second, just the two of you breathing.

You wanted to keep pushing, opening your mouth- but a strong hand wrapped around the front of your throat, thumb digging into the side to silence you.

"Shut it." Satoru squeezed out of himself, holding back from growling, the way he had leaned down, forcing you to look up at him, had his white bangs fall into his eyes.

Seeing your usual meek nerd get like this had your panties wet.

He was so mean, so so mean.

Satoru had you roughly shoved back and flipped around, his glasses hanging on for dear life while pulling your pants down just enough, not bothering to properly take anything off- panties pulled to the side and a thumb lodged inside of your pathetic cunt, pushing it up against your walls to stretch you out.

"Why him, huh? You really think Suguru could have you this wet just by a few touches? I don't think so."

All you could do was whimper and try to wiggle away, face mushed into a soft pillow, arching your back after a rough slap was delivered to your thigh for trying to run.

"Stay still, didn't you want this?"

"Suguru wou-" Your attempt at being a brat again had the palm that had spanked you slapped over your mouth, forcing your head to be pulled back and your spine to bend more, having your legs tremble.

"I said, shut it."

An embarrassingly large boner had flopped out of Satoru's boxers after you moaned and whined around his hand for a moment- the angry tip nudging at your slick folds, purposefully not even going near the glistening entrance.

"F..fine… shit… if you want to speak… better beg for it." Satoru leaned over you, chest against your back, chin hooked over your shoulder to listen.

Not like he was going to make this easy.

He did take his hand off of your lips, drool smeared across the palm.

"I'm not begging." You tried to talk back, gasping for air when he dragged his hard cock up and down your pussy.

"Beg for it." Satoru breathed out, his hips grinding down against your ass.

"No- mmphn!"

Thick fingers were shoved into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, middle and ring fingers sliding back and forth on the twitching muscle.

"C'mon, I know you can. Stop being a brat."

This had you thinking for a bit, who knows what he'd do if you didn't comply.

"Pll..hh..hheasshhee.." You managed to speak around the digits, spit already wanting to spill down your chin.

"Please what? I don't understand you, silly girl."

"Plluhleasee fuchhk mhhee.."

How embarrassing, you have never been the one to beg.

"Good girl. But I'm still mad."

You could feel it, the way he let you suck on his fingers while driving a meaty dick inside- not caring for the cries you let out after going too deep.

Your thighs were held together by his, forced to have them smack together after each thrust- eyes rolling back when Satoru started to leave hickeys, biting and nipping the skin of your shoulder and arm, anything his mouth could get to while lying on top of you.

"Never."

thrust

"Forget.''

thrust

"You're m..mine…"

thrust

"Mine…"

The lewd sounds of your sopping cunt and his leaking pre had your head spinning, almost crying from each rough plunge inside.

All you could do was nod in agreement, nails digging into the sheets- bed shaking from the force of Satoru trying to fuck your brain full of him.

He waited for you to cum, having you spasm and tremble a bit, feeling you clench around his aching cock as if you had never had dick this good.

He wasn't done yet.

Glasses askew, he had flipped you over again, quickly pulling out and moving forward- a deliciously dripping cockhead right above your face, two eager hands jerking it.

Satoru made sure to paint your face, letting every last drop get on your skin, smearing and guiding most of the cum to your mouth.

Obviously you kissed the spent tip, swirling your tongue around it for a second.

That had your boyfriend whine, quickly fix his glasses, and look away- as if the tough guy thing had disappeared.

He did feel a bit bad, lying down and cuddling you right after, even licking some of his own seed off of your skin to nuzzle his cheek against yours, acting all cute now while you struggled to catch your breath.

"M s..sorry… I just got nervous ab..bout you being alone with… Sugu.."

"When I get nervous, I imagine everyone around me naked. It helps, Toru."

"WHAT? Y-YOU SHOULDN'T THINK OF ANYONE ELSE NAKED BUT ME!!"

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He memorized every step exactly the way you taught him. First came the spray bottle with warm water. Then the kid friendly leave in conditioner he had to get imported from outside Japan. After that, he carefully detangled from the ends upward before using a lightweight curl cream meant for children and sealing everything with a tiny bit of oil.

Satoru approached the routine like studying an opponent. Except in this case his opponent was the most adorable princess with a tender scalp and the patience of a angry little dictator.

Soon he was researching satin pillowcases for kids at three in the morning. Ordering soft brushes that wouldn’t pull on her curls. Watching routine videos while lying across your chest after missions because he refused to be bad at something connected to his daughter.

And honestly, it worked. Satoru Gojo was annoyingly talented at almost everything. Within weeks, his daughter only wanted him to do her hair. Whether it be ponytails, wash and go's, braids, you name it.

“Daddy does the...the braids prettier,” she declared all shy one morning while you stared at her in fake offense.

Satoru looked unbearably smug sitting on the bathroom floor with pink clips between his teeth. “Sorry, baby. I’m simply gifted.”

Your daughter giggled loudly while he separated another section of curls carefully. His large hands moved with surprising gentleness as he twisted each puff into shape. Tiny colorful barrettes covered the counter beside him, organized by color because apparently Satoru had developed opinions about hair accessories.

He held up two clips seriously. “Strawberries or stars?” “Stars!” she answered immediately.

“Excellent choice!" he exclaimed, "you don't want everyone at school to eat'cha up from how much of a cutie you are.”

You leaned against the doorway watching them quietly. Your daughter giggling at his compliments while Satoru clipped the glittery yellow stars into her hair with intense concentration. It was still surreal sometimes seeing the strongest sorcerer alive crouched on the floor arguing with a four year old about accessories.

But Satoru genuinely loved this.

Loved every second of being a father.

He loved the domesticity of it all in a way that surprised everyone around him. Morning cartoons playing in the background. Tiny pajamas dragging across the floor. The scent of crayon wax and Doc Mc'Stuffins bath solution filling his home. He soaked it up like he had been starved for softness his entire life.

Maybe he had been. Afterall, the Gojo clan never gave him moments like this growing up.

He never knew his parents. No one ever sat patiently between his little legs, brushing through his hair while humming under their breath. There was no warmth tucked into the ordinary moments of childhood. No bonding over rushed breakfasts, school uniforms, or getting ready for family events. Those tasks were handled by an emotionally detached maid, efficient but distant. Long before adulthood, Satoru had already grown into someone powerful, isolated, and impossible to reach.

Now he overcompensated by pouring every ounce of affection into his little girl.

“Daddy,” she asked suddenly, “was Mommy pretty when you met her?”

Satoru paused mid twist and stared at her like she’d asked the most ridiculous question in human history.

“Pretty?” he repeated dramatically. “Your mommy was the prettiest person I’d ever seen. Still is too.”

You rolled your eyes from the doorway, but he continued, “the best part is that she looks just like you! You really didn't wanna twin with your old man here huh?" That made your daughter laugh so hard she nearly slid off the counter.

Satoru steadied her automatically with one hand before continuing her hair. The movement was instinctive now. Everything about fatherhood seemed instinctive for him despite how nervous he had been before she was born.

Sometimes you caught him staring at her when he thought nobody noticed. Usually during quiet moments.

Like when your girl was asleep against his chest with one tiny hand fisted in his shirt. Or when she laughed so hard she snorted exactly like you. Or during mornings like this when sunlight hit her bouncy curls and made them glow warm gold around her face.

Every single time, Satoru looked overwhelmed by love.

“She has your eyes,” he murmured softly while fluffing one of her puff ponytails carefully. “And your smile.”

“She's got your boundless energy though,” you added.

“That’s very fortunate for us all.” Your daughter tugged at the fabric of his pants, raising her arms, “I’m funny daddy!”

“You’re hilarious, babygirl!” Satoru corrected immediately before kissing the top of her head and spinning her around. Then he leaned back to admire his work proudly.

Two perfectly shaped curly ponytails with two framing braids in the front. Decorated with gold star clips, and all her curls were perfectly moisturized and shiny without being weighed down. Not a single coil left behind.

“Masterpiece,” he announced confidently.

Their daughter scrambled off the counter immediately and ran toward you. “Mommy look!”

You crouched down with a smile, adjusting one clip gently before nodding approvingly. “Wow! Daddy did a really good job.”

Satoru looked ridiculously pleased with himself over the praise. Honestly, you thought he enjoyed your approval almost as much as your daughter’s.

The little girl sprinted toward the living room after that, curls bouncing wildly while she searched for her toys. Satoru watched her disappear around the corner with this soft expression that still caught you off guard sometimes.

Then he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “She looks just like you,” he said quietly.

You rested against him easily. “She looks like both of us, Toru.”

“I know.” His voice softened further as he watched their daughter disappear into the living room. She had his dimples and his nose, he could see himself in her easily enough, “but every now and then she looks at me and I swear I’m seeing you all over again.”

That made your chest ache.

Because Satoru remembered everything about you with terrifying accuracy. The hairstyles you wore as a teenager. The exact expression you made when annoyed. The first time he made you laugh hard enough to snort. He remembered it all like precious memories carved permanently into his bones.

Now pieces of you existed inside your daughter. And Satoru loved her so much it was almost frightening. From the living room came a loud crash followed by excited giggling. Satoru sighed instantly. “ You were right. Definitely energetic...”

You laughed while he walked away toward the chaos your little girl ensued. A second later your daughter had launched herself directly into his arms without warning. Satoru caught her easily, smiling while she wrapped tiny arms around his neck. Her curls bounced against his shoulder, little glitteryclips glittering beneath the sunlight.

And for a moment he just stood there holding her carefully against his chest.

Like he still couldn’t believe someone so precious belonged to him.

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Suguru grunted behind you, hands clamping your hips. "Fuck, your pussy doesn't want me to let go, huh," Suguru sped up, the thwacking of skin growing faster as his cock dragged along your insides. The friction sparking heat that coiled low in your gut.

You moaned around Satoru, the hum making him buck. He grabbed your hair loose, guiding your head. "Yeah, just like that. Take more, angel." He pushed deeper, tip nudging your throat. You gagged soft, eyes watering, but relaxed to let him in. The stretch in your jaw ached sweet, his precum bitter on your tastebuds.

Suguru’s hand grazed over your back, sweat slick between you. His chest stuck to your skin as he ground in circles, cock stirring your depths. "Feel that? Right against your spot." Fingers slipped to your clit, rubbing firm and steady. Sparks shot up your spine, pussy clenching hard.

 Contorted sounds escaped from your throat as Satoru started shallow thrusts. Saliva bubbling out, strings connecting when you pulled back for air. He thumbed it over your lips. "Messy girl. Love seeing you drool on my dick."

it didn’t take long for the pressure to build fast. Your poor and stuffed body wounding tight. Suguru's fingers pressed harder on your clit, rolling it just right. "Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock." His thrusts becoming even more punishing as his balls smacked heavy against you.

“C-Cumming! T-Toru….S-Sugu,” you exclaimed, poorly attempting to cry out either of the boys names. Your walls pulsing wild around him. Juices gushed out, soaking his length and thighs. The release hit like waves, legs shaking, vision spotting white. You cried out muffled on Satoru, body jerking.

Suguru fucked through it, groans rough. "That's our pretty girl. Milk it all." His hips stuttered, but he held back, drawing it out.

Satoru eased out a bit, letting you gasp. Spit trailed long from your lips to his shiny cock. He slapped it light on your cheek. "Pretty as fuck when you cum…" He fed it in again, holding your head steady. “C’mon…back in, yeah?”

Suguru pulled back slow, almost out, then rammed home. Cum from your release mixed with slick, squelches loud and filthy. He spread your cheeks, watching himself disappear inside. "Look at that creamy mess. All for us."

You bobbed faster on Satoru, hollowing cheeks for suction. He hissed, free hand on the wall. "Shit, princess, your throat's choking me s’good." Precum flowed steady, coating everything.

Suguru varied it now, long slow drags that made you whine, then quick snaps that jolted you forward onto Satoru. Sweat beaded on his skin, dripping hot onto your back. His breaths came panty, control fraying.

Satoru locked eyes with Suguru over you. Tension sparked between them. Suguru leaned in first, hand on Satoru's neck pulling him down. Their lips crashed, open and hungry right above your head.

Tongues slid wet smacks of mouths mixing with your slurps. Suguru sucked Satoru's lower lip, biting light. Spit glistened on their chins as they broke for air, then dove back.

You pulled back to glance upside down, the raw heat of it all making your poor pussy throb. Satoru's cock jumped at your lips from their kiss. Before eventually shoving your head right back into work.

Suguru growled into it. "Taste so good, Toru." He licked Satoru's jaw, hand sliding to his chest, tweaking a nipple hard.

Satoru thrust erratic now. "Fuck, yeah Sugu…F-fuck…love you so much yeah?” Their kiss turned sloppy, tongues pushing visible, moans vibrating down to you. “Fill her up good f’me…”

Suguru snapped at that. He buried his cock balls deep, length swelling as he pumped hot cum into you. Spurt after thick spurt flooded your pussy, warm and sticky, womb full. "Take every drop, sweetheart."

The sight of Suguru stuffing you full triggered Satoru’s orgasm next. He yanked your hair, holding flush as he unloaded. Ropes hit your throat, salty and thick. You gulped fast, some spilling out through the corners of your lips, but he kept going till you finished swallowing it down.

Your two boyfriends kissed lazy through aftershocks, cocks twitching still. Suguru slipped free with a wet pop, cum oozing thick from your hole, trailing down.

Satoru pulled out too, tip red and slick. He scooped leaking seed, pushed fingers in your mouth. "Clean it, good girl." You sucked them eagerly, tasting both.

Suguru chuckled low, flipping you to hands and knees again. "Round two. My turn in front." His cock, still hard and messy, tapped your lips. "Lick it clean first, baby."

You did, tongue lapping your cum and his off every inch. The taste being such a salty sweet mix, his shaft twitching under your mouth. Satoru knelt back, spitting on your ass. Fingers probed, one then two, twisting to loosen.

"Gonna fuck this tight hole now, angel," Satoru said, voice thick over your whimpers and whines. The head pressed, popping past the ring. Burn stretched wide, but the lubrication of his spit helped, inch by inch sinking in. Fullness hit different, pressure on new spots that made you keen.

Suguru filled your mouth, syncing thrusts as Satoru bottomed out before eventually groaning loud. "So fucking tight back here. Clenchin’ like that." He spanked once, crack, cheek stinging hot.

You pushed back, chasing the building ache. Suguru's hand in hair, fucking face gentle rough. "Breathe, princess. Taking us so well." Fingers found your clit again, rubbing fast. Your orgasm stacked quick now, body sensitive. You came hard despite Satoru's cock deep inside your ass. Your rim fluttering as your pussy came untouched.

They followed soon after, Satoru grinding deep to spill in your ass, hot jets painting walls. Suguru down your throat, cum sliding easy now. And once Satoru finally pulls out and Suguru lifts your head away from his length, it doesn’t take long for you to completely pass out.

“Shit Sug, y’think we overdid it?” Satoru asked breathlessly, looking down at your limp figure. His tone hilariously concerned.

“The fuck do you think, Satoru?”

a/n: this is not a part of the series!!! i made this oneshot a while ago before i started writing for the bf!geto x reader x bsf!gojo miniseries. but i never finished it and i guess this can be like an unrelated extra chapter maybeeee idk

also i did not know how to end this and lowk forgot to post ts

divider credits!! @dividers-are-us , @cursed-carmine

It’s only when you squeak and turn around to face him that he remembers why he even went here in the first place. For you, his cute little best friend which he missed oh so dearly.

Seems like she missed him, too.

Because why in the ever living fuck are you straddling a curse that looks just like him?

Which he wants to ask, mouth already parting to ask, but the words die out on his tongue, syllables forgotten completely. Your tits are practically spilling out of your bra—which he gets such a good view of when you’re completely turned around, mortification written all over your face.

“Satoru! You’re here…” you squeak out, not bothering to try and hide your embarrassment. You can feel your face start to burn as you realise the position you’re in right now.

You can see the way he’s eyeing the curse that’s sat beside you on the bed—weirdly enough not moving an inch, only tilting its head slightly as it assesses his… counterpart? “I- uhh- might’ve done something?”

“There is a curse sitting next to you that looks exactly like me, I’m gonna need a little more than that, sweets,” he finally manages to mumble out, still eyeing the curse. If it made so much as one wrong move, he would hollow purple it to oblivion.

He finally steps into your room, closing the door behind him with a final thud that resonates through the uncomfortably silent room. Walking over to your bed, he wraps an hand around your upper arm, dragging you over to where he’s standing.

Startling, you let out a little gasp, almost falling to the side. Your back is pressed against Gojo’s chest. That same chest you’ve eyed way too many times for someone that claims to be just his best friend.

His arms come down to circle around your waist, one of his hand already making the little hand signal for hollow purple in case anything goes wrong. At the same time he places his chin on top of your head. “So, wanna tell me why that’s here?”

Your mind is scrambling to explain the situation—how you even got into this position to begin with—but all you can think about is how one of Satoru’s big hands is splayed over your bare tummy, making your entire mind blank.

“It was an accident,” you begin, picking at your cuticles slightly as you look down. Your bare thighs are staring back up at you. Why the fuck did today of all days have to be the day he walked in?

When you don’t continue, Gojo just hums. His thumb stroking small, soothing circles into your soft skin as he leans down so his lips graze across the shell of your ear. “Really? You’re meaning to tell me you—what, made a curse that looks just like me, all while you’re in your underwear, nearly straddling the thing, just on accident?”

A small mhmm falls from your lips as a shiver shoots down your spine. Satoru’s soft lips grazing the shell of your ear while you look at the curse. Those blue eyes blinking back at you, wandering all over your near-naked form.

“‘Was just trying something out,” you breathe out.

Which is true. You weren’t planning on making a curse, let alone one that looked exactly like your best friend—which is The Strongest sorcerer of today’s age.

You were playing around with the little vials of colors you have stacked under your bed. They weren’t just colors, though. No, these were emotions, negative ones. Not just any negative emotions, but those of Satoru Gojo.

Your cursed technique was as beautiful as it was painful. Being able to see pain—both physical as emotional—in the form of colors is not for the weak.

While it can be beautiful—colors swirling on people’s skin—it can also be painful to look at.

That was exactly what Gojo was to you: painful and beautiful to look at.

His Six Eyes give him constant migraines, strong enough that he has a bright white halo around his head at all times. Think of looking at the sun without any eye protection, but from up close. Or just holding a torch to your eye as you try not to go blind.

Can you imagine it? Yes? Well then, now you know what Gojo looks like to you. A walking mini sun amongst humans.

Luckily you didn’t have to look at it, though. Because you can take someone’s pain away, storing it in different objects or yourself. The former you found out relatively late—only finding out you could do it when you were nineteen years old.

At first, Gojo refused to let you take away his pain, because you would always wince whenever you took it from him. His headache so painful, it was even painful to you, which was saying a lot.

Your pain tolerance is through the roof. Which, yay for you, but also it wasn’t always like that. It took you years of taking other people’s pains before you got kinda numb to most of it. A broken bone felt like a nearly healed bruise to you.

Still, Gojo’s headaches are fucking painful. It has made you wonder more than once how he even wanders through life like that.

It was only when you found out that you could store someone's pain in objects that Gojo let you take his headaches away. Only if you promised to actually store it in something, and not just take it for yourself.

Over the years you’ve collected hundreds of little vials that all were Gojo’s pain. There are more vials, obviously, for combat purposes, but you weren’t interested in those today.

No, when you dragged the little box with vials onto your bed, your hands immediately found the little tubes that were all labeled Gojo.

You could see the actual colors in the vials—bright white for his migraines, light blue for sadness, black for grief, green for jealousy, etc.—where they are completely transparent to anyone else. That, of course, excludes Gojo Satoru.

Of course the fucker could see that there was something in the bottles with his pretty Six Eyes. Clear that there are traces of cursed energy in them. Which is also how he knows you store his pains into the little vials.

One time you tried to be sneaky and take the pain for yourself—give yourself a little cursed energy boost—only for him to get angry with you, asking you why you didn’t do what you promised to do; put the pain in the little vial.

That was the last time you ever tried to take his pain for yourself, even if you were low on cursed energy after a grueling mission.

So, vials it was. They kept stacking up over time, never storing too much pain into them, because god knows what would happen when you did. Honestly, over ninety percent of the bottles were all Gojo’s pain, because you couldn’t stand to look at him and see it all around him.

You also couldn’t see him when he was in pain like that. Like I said, he is like a walking mini sun. So, you wouldn’t be able to see his face if you didn’t take any of his pain away. Not that it mattered much anyway, considering he often times wears his blindfold.

Well, he takes it off when he’s around you, knowing you could just take his pain away if the information ever got too much. Those pretty blue eyes unobstructed by anything.

Which is what you were thinking about when you had woken up. A stupid thought festering in your mind, refusing to let go.

Would you be able to use Gojo’s pain colors to make the color of his eyes?

You were never successful before, his shade of blue was a shade that you simply could not recreate. But… what if you were to use his own color pallette against him? Surely you would be able to get the pretty blue that is your friend’s eyes.

So you got to work, twisting open tens of vials, mixing the pain colors with each other. Bright white turned into a very light shade of blue, into a darker shade of blue that still wasn’t close to his eyes.

It was when you shifted in your bed that everything went wrong.

The vials—all unscrewed—toppled over. Colors only you could see spilled out like paint, seeping into your blanket, finding purchase in the thing. It got all muddy—blues, greens, purples, reds, yellows mixing together.

Before you could even think of putting them up right again, something started happening.

At first it was just the colors forming a small ball inside your blanket. Not alarming enough for you to stop capping the bottles, but enough that it grabbed your attention slightly.

It was only when it got bigger and bigger that you stopped what you were doing, scooting back to where your pillows were.

After only a few seconds, there was something sitting on your bed. Well, no, not something. Your best friend in curse form was sitting there, blinking down at you.

Safe to say a small scream tore from your throat, ready to exorcise the thing right then and there.

But… it looked kinda cute. Plus, it wasn’t immediately attacking you! Which was a good thing… right? So you let it stay.

It was insane, it really was. But it was also kinda fascinating with how accurate it looked like Satoru. Everything you could see was the same—except for the literal six eyes on its head.

Which led you to your current predicament.

“What could you have possibly wanted to try out that resulted in this?” Gojo asks you, eyes not once leaving the curse that is sitting on your bed, completely unbothered. “Does it matter? All I know that it’s here right now.”

The white-haired man behind you just rolls his eyes at that. Leaning forward, he waves his hand in front of the curse’s face a few times. “Why is it just sitting there, though?”

“It doesn’t react to anything.” To prove your point, you lean forward yourself, much to Satoru’s dismay who immediately tightens his hold on you, and poke the curse. True to your word, it doesn’t react to being touched. No twitch, no extra blink, not even a tilt of its head. “See? No reaction.”

“That’s very hard to believe. Having such a pretty girl sitting in front of me nearly naked, I surely would react,” Gojo murmurs. Wide eyed, you look at him over your shoulder—noses almost touching from the proximity. Surely he didn’t mean it like that, did he? But then you feel it—that bulge pressing into your back. “Oh, would you look at that. Seems like even curses can’t help but react.”

The curse is eyeing the way your thighs are pressing together, the way your mouth is slightly parted with shock, the way your tits are sitting in your bra. All three sets of eyes trained on a different part of you.

For a second, it makes Satoru jealous. Jealous that the curse can technically see all of you at once. Its eyes practically devouring you while you look between the two—sorcerer and curse.

But he has something the curse doesn’t: the Six Eyes. Yes, it has six eyes, but not the Six Eyes. Which means it can’t see the way your panties are starting to cling to your folds, despite having your thighs pressed together.

Another thing the curse also doesn’t have, but Gojo does, is have its hands on you. Because his palm is still resting on your tummy, the smooth expanse of your skin underneath his fingertips. It can’t feel the way you’re slightly squirming.

Still, the thing does not move anything other than its eyes. Hands laying limp beside it, cock throbbing in its confines, but doing nothing to hide or alleviate it.

“Wanna see if we can make it react even more?”

Which is how you ended up here—with Satoru, your best friend, sitting behind you. His long legs trapping you between them, your own legs hooked over his, panties pushed to the side so the curse has a full view of your puffy, glistening folds while Gojo’s fingers are plunging in and out of your cunt.

Your nails dig into Satoru’s forearm, leaving behind angry crescents in their wake. Toes curling as you throw your head back with a slight whine.

“Uh-uh. C’mon, sweetheart, eyes on the curse,” Satoru tuts, fingers stilling until you lift your head enough to look at the curse. Once he sees you look at the thing again, he continues. “There we go, such a good girl for me.”

The praise makes your stomach do a little flip, the words going straight to your core. Your walls clamp down on Satoru’s fingers, having him grin behind you.

His other hand trails up from your stomach to your bra-covered tits. Now that won’t do, will it? With a little tug of his hand, he undoes the clasp with ease—a skill you didn’t know he possessed, nor wanted to know to be quite frank.

It’s when your tits are in full view for both men—if you can even call the curse that—that there is slight movement from the one in front of you.

The curse doesn’t do anything wild, just slightly shifts where it’s sat, but it’s the most it has done since it appeared—or rather formed. Its pupils from the top pair of eyes expand even more, but not as much as the lower pair of eyes, which are still focused completely on your pussy.

It might not be much, but it is a small step in the right direction.

That thought immediately flies out the window when Satoru’s digits graze over a spot inside of you. Your back arches with the touch, a moan ripping from the back of your throat as your hand clamps down even further onto his forearm. “O-oh shit.”

From there on out you can only think about the way Gojo moves his fingers inside of you, bullying your g-spot with those long, thick fingers of his.

And if that wasn’t enough already, his other hand has started to grope one of your tits, squishing the flesh between his fingers before he starts caressing your nipple, nail grazing over the little nub, before he rolls it between his fingers.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder, looking at him instead of the curse. He doesn’t scold you this time, just keeps at it as he looks at you. “Nawhhh, doing so good for me.”

You don’t even hear the condescending undertone in his voice, way too focused on the pleasure that’s shooting through you right now.

When you don’t reply, Gojo stops playing with your nipple. Instead bringing that same hand up to cup your jaw, tilting it so you have direct view of him already looking down at you. “Feeling good, sweetheart?” When you nod your head, he just chuckles. “Thought so.”

Your thighs are starting to shake on top of his, sweat starting to break out on your forehead as you teeter closer to the edge with each pump of his fingers.

Seems like he knows it too, judging from his smirk. He keeps your head tilted up, eyes flicking from your own down to your lips and back up to your eyes again. Just like the curse, Gojo’s pupils are blown out, a small ring of blue left behind.

“C’mon, show it how pretty you look when you fall apart on my fingers.” And you do just that. Eyes rolling to the back of your skull as your hips buck wildly, to the point where he lets go of your jaw in favor to press your hips down, keeping you flush against him.

After riding out your high, Gojo removes his fingers from your cunt. A small whine slipping from your lips as he purposefully lets his fingers glide through your messy slit.

You’re panting against Satoru’s shoulder, breath ghosting over his neck as you come down from your high. Nuzzling further into his broad frame, you let yourself relax slightly as Satoru rubs soothing circles into your hip.

“You two done yet?” Well that certainly grabs both your attention. Heads snapping to the sound of the voice, you’re met with the curse grinning.

Of course its voice sounds exactly like Gojo’s, but it still throws you for a loop—especially considering the fact that same voice just talked you through it, told you how good you were taking his fingers, how pretty you looked when cumming.

“You—” You have to swallow once, twice before getting your voice back to its steady octave. “You can talk?”

“Of course I can, who do you take me for?” Gojo the curse replies, tilting its head slightly. Those white bangs fall across his forehead, covering one of its eyes before it pushes the hair back with its hand; the first actual movement you’ve seen from the thing.

You sit up fully now—still in your naked glory, not even bothering to cover up considering it has already seen you get split open of your best friend’s fingers. Said best friend doesn’t share that same sentiment, though. He covers your boobs up with his hands, his legs trapping yours between his so he can keep them close for you as he glares at the curse over your shoulder.

It just makes the curse chuckle. Yes, it chuckles at his counterpart’s antics. “Oh? Now you cover her up? Weren’t you the one who suggested doing all of this to begin with?” It vaguely gestures towards you when it says ‘this’.

Gojo just rolls his eyes, pulling you further into his chest. “Yeah well, show’s over. You can turn those ugly eyes away now.”

“These are the same eyes as yours, so you’re really only insulting yourself,” it immediate counters, crossing its arms over its chest.

Gojo opens his mouth to say something back. Probably a jab at the fact that the curse and him don’t share the same eyes for he has the Six Eyes and not six eyes, when you speak up first.

“Wait. Wait wait wait, you can talk and move and who knows what else,” you begin, looking the curse over that’s starting to get more animated by the second. It immediately snaps its mouth shut, those bright blue orbs blinking down at you. “But I asked you if you could talk or even move, so why didn’t you before?”

Because you did ask it if it could do anything except for just sitting lifelessly there. At first you thought it might not have been able to understand you when it didn’t so much as reply to you, its eyes merely following your movement. But it also didn’t react when you started poking it.

The curse only grins, those pearly whites on full display as one set of eyes crinkle with the motion. …Fucking odd to look at, if you’re going to be completely honest. “You only asked rhetorical questions: ‘Can it even talk?’ If you had just asked me, I might’ve given you an answer.”

Your mouth falls open at that. So it didn’t answer you because it was a rhetorical question instead of a normal one? What the actual fuck is wrong with this thing—other than it being a curse, obviously.

“I- you- eughhh. Okay, so you didn’t reply to my question because it was rhetorical. Fine, whatever. But why didn’t you react when I was touching you?”

There is a faint undignified noise from behind you. Satoru’s grip immediately tightens, keeping you closer to his body. So close, that he’s practically squishing you against his chest now, glaring even harder at the curse that’s just fucking grinning at him.

Sure, he walked in on you almost straddling said curse that looks just like him, but the way you said you touched it makes his mind race in directions he’d rather not go down.

Before you can even try to turn your head to raise a brow at your best friend, the curse chuckles. “You should listen better to him—” It nods towards Satoru, “—I was just enjoying having such a pretty girl touch me, especially when she was almost naked, crawling onto my lap—”

“All right, that’s quite enough,” Gojo growls from behind you, cutting the curse off before it can spill even more about whatever fantasies it came up with whilst the two of you were alone. “It’s time for you to go.”

“Seems like she doesn’t want me to go, though.” The curse nods at you, white hair bouncing with the motion.

And only a few minutes later, you’re bouncing uuuup and down Satoru’s ridiculously large cock. Your own hair swaying with the motion as your boobs bounce each time you lift your hips, only to drop down a second later.

The curse—who much to Satoru’s dismay is still here, breathing and touching you—stands in front of you in its own naked glory. Unfortunately for your brain, it couldn’t help but notice how much it looks like Gojo, from the biceps to the abs all the way to the way its cock almost matches Gojo’s in size.

The only difference between the two is that the curse somehow is clean-shaven while the man below you is neatly trimmed.

Your lips are wrapped around the curse’s cock head, tongue lapping at the slit which is spilling pre on your tongue. The taste extremely bitter—and you can’t help but wonder if it’s because it’s a curse or if it has to do with something else.

Oh well.

Gojo’s hands are clamped around your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he helps you bounce on his shaft.

He wasn’t happy with the arrangement, rather wanting to just exorcise the curse and maybe—if you were still willing to—fuck your brains out with his cock this time. But you had told him you wanted to see what the curse could do. So, with much reluctance, he let it stay.

The only thing he had said that it would only get your mouth, and nothing more, claiming your cunt for himself.

So here the three of you are; you getting bullied on two cocks that you would never even think of getting fucked by. One of your hands gripping the curse’s thigh to steady yourself, while the other jerks off whatever can’t fit in your mouth.

Your cheeks hollow out when you suck a little harder, having the curse groan out. Its hips twitch as one of its hands find purchase in your hair, not pulling or pushing on it, just holding himself onto it.

That, of course, doesn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired sorcerer beneath you. A glare covering his face as he looks at the hand that’s on your head. The hand that shouldn’t exist in the first place.

Fuck, he can’t believe a stupid curse gets to have your mouth before him—that a curse gets to have you at all. He’s right here! He would gladly use your mouth if you were to ever ask him. Those lips stretching around his girth as you fail to fit him completely in your mouth, drool spilling form the corners of your mouth as you look up with tears in your eyes.

Well, whatever. He can always use that mouth of your next time, erase the fact that something foreign was in there to begin with. No matter the fact that the curse looks just like him.

Holding you up, he starts pistoning his hips into yours. The sharp thwack thwack thwack of his pelvis hitting your ass echoing through the room as his balls continue to hit your clit.

The change in pace has you gasping out, mouth detaching from the cock that was currently occupying your mouth with a loud pop! Much to your surprise, it whines at the loss of touch the moment your lips leave his cock. Not that you can focus much on that when Satoru is fucking up into you like he’s possessed.“F-fuck, Satoru, right there!”

“That’s it, pretty. Say my name again, c’mon,” he grunts out. Much to the curse’s dismay—and Gojo’s own satisfaction—you do just that, blabbing ‘Satoru, Satoru, Toru’ over and over again, completely forgetting about the other presence in the room.

That is, until it announces its presence to you by tapping his cock on your lips, smearing some pre on them. Opening your mouth, you stick out your tongue slightly. The curse, not one to waste any time, immediately slides in.

“Taking me so well. You can do better than that, though, can’t you? C’mon, lemme feel that throat of yours,” the curse encourages you this time. The sound of its voice has you all the more delirious. Fuck, why did they have to sound the exact same?

Your walls clamp down onto Satoru’s shaft when you hear the voice. That obviously won’t do in his eyes. So he lifts you completely from his cock, the emptiness having you whine out.

That doesn’t last long, though. Satoru moving the two of you around until you’re on your hands and knees, pressing a palm onto your spine to make a mean arch, before he slips back inside of you with one swift thrust.

“There we go, much better like this,” he whispers. Both of his hands are palming the fat of your ass, watching the way it jiggles every time he drives his hips forward, bottoming out with each mean thrust.

The curse merely rolls his eyes—all six of them—before he starts driving his hips forward at the same time as Gojo’s thrusts, his balls slapping against your chin each time. The tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around it.

“Open that pretty throat of yours. Know you can do it,” it encourages you, cupping your jaw as it thumbs away a stray tear that started to fall. You do as told, relaxing your throat so it can slip even further into your mouth, smooth pelvis nearly touching your nose. “So pretty like this, sucking my cock, hmmm?”

“Stop talking to her like that,” Satoru snaps from behind you, finally lifting his head to glare at the curse who only smirks back at the agitated white-haired man. “What, you mean like this? So pretty for me, aren’t you, sweetheart.”

You can only nod your head, a small mhmmm falling from your lips as your teary gaze travels up to those blue eyes looking down at you. Your brain long gone, not even bothering to make a distinction between the two anymore.

There’s a small noise in the back of Satoru’s throat that almost sounds like a growl. This time, instead of saying anything, he just lets one of his hands circle to your poor oversensitive clit, giving it a few slaps before circling the bundle of nerves.

It has your entire body jolting and twitching, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you’re starting to get closer and closer to the edge.

“Why don’t you cum for me, sweets?” Satoru whispers into your ear, his entire frame bending forward to press against your back, letting you feel all of him. He grinds his hips into yours, letting his tip graze against your cervix as you still try to suck onto the girth that’s filling your mouth.

It’s all too much—too many sets of eyes looking at you, too much cock filling you, and too much pleasure.

So it’s to no ones surprise when you cum with a cry. “Oh fuck, thaaat’s it. Trying to milk me dry, huh?” The man behind you mumbles when he feels your walls contract around him, thrust turning more sloppy by the second.

The cursed spirit in front of you groans, letting his head fall back as his eyes—yes, all of them—roll to the back of his skull. Milky seed coats your throat and mouth without so much as a warning, most of it spilling from your lips as you try to swallow it all down—something you’ll get scolded for by Gojo later.

Said guy isn’t far behind himself, pulling out of you with much reluctance, he pumps himself a few times before his own cum covers your ass and lower back.

Of course the silence doesn’t last long, the curse speaking up this time. “For someone who denies me that pretty pussy, you didn’t even make her squirt. A pathetic performance, really.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you a pathetic performance in a second.”

Seems like you have a long night day ahead of you.

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