He Put Her In Tojis LAPPPPPP Im Done

He put her in Toji’s LAPPPPPP I’m done😭

Paranoia

Click here! For Pt. 1 : SHAMELESS

This actually took forever cause of my hiatus and severe writers block so I'm super sorry :((

Warnings: Smut, BJ, face fucking Cucking, rough sex, kinda deranged Sukuna, breading, hate sex, voyeurism, exhibitionist, mentions of prior infidelity. Sukuna x reader x toji??? (more in the first part)

Sukuna had been living in a state of paranoia.

Ever since your son had been born, he’d been taking notice of how different they looked.

He wouldn’t say anything to you. Not until three months in when one day at work…

He was in Toji’s office going over some business plans for a big upcoming merger. He was about to leave when his eyes flicked to a framed photo on his desk. His heart dropped for a second before rising once again to its rightful place when he realised it was a baby photo of Megumi, circa 2003.

“Your son?” He nodded to the image.

Toji smirked a little before nodding, “Yeah, he is now four, about to be five in a few weeks. Time really goes by fast.”

“He looks exactly like you.”

“Yeah, he always has, even when he was a newborn.” Toji fought off the incoming smirk.

Sukuna’s brain clogs were slowly turning as he pierced everything together. Anger simmered in his blood.

“Cute runt.”

“How old’s your kid now anyway, Ryo? Like two months?”

“Three.”

“Cute.” Tojis said not really caring to look up from his screen.

Half an hour after Sukuna left his office, he felt his eye twitch every other minute. It was like there was a devil on both his shoulders. One telling him to get a paternity test and kick you to the curb, the other telling him to call you to his office and make you suck his dick until he wasn't angry at you anymore.

Option one would definitely solve his paranoia, but he would lose you. And Sukuna refuses to give up his favourite treasures, especially not to Toji of all people. He’d rather kill you than have him call you his wife.

Totally very sane.

So option two it is.

When Sukuna’s assistant called telling you to come, with no explanation. You honestly felt the air leave your lungs. You knew he knew, and he knew that you knew that he knew. But none of you acknowledged it. You don’t know why.

You had a plan the day Toji left your house the morning after you two defiled every single wall in yours and Sukuna’s shared home. You planned to leave your husband and start a new life. But then it hit you. Guilt like no other. A guilt that had left you crying for half the week and drinking for the rest.

Upon your husband's arrival, he pulled you into his embrace, covering your face with kisses and shoving an expensive bouquet your way and a diamond necklace in his briefcase. His form of apologising was gift-giving. Along with eating you out right there on the floor, until, you had made a mess of his face.

How could you leave him after one measly fight? How could you cheat on him after a small hiccup in the relationship? This was your marriage and you acted like a complete whore. You let temporary emotions and anxiety take control of your vagina and like a shark smelling blood you raced your way to the closest dick you could find.

And everything just went down hill after you found out you were pregnant. The anxiety of finding out who was the father killed you. You spent many tearful nights hoping your child’s face would grow to resemble your husband more. But that wasn't the case. So you did your best to be the perfect wife and stay in his good graces, for how could you lose the love of your life?

So there you stood, at the door of the meeting room knocking softly at its smooth wood. You fiddled with your hair and straightened out your dress as you waited for your husband's response.

“Come in.” The voice was deep, like your husband's but its specific rasp had you hesitating as you turned the door knob.

“Hi, sweetheart.” The scar on his mouth twisted with his smile. He looked overjoyed to be here. And you couldn’t be any more annoyed at him.

“Why are you here?” Your voice was laced with annoyance.

“Baby, that’s not how you greet people.”

“Don’t call me baby Toji.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He stated, eyes piercing yours.

“So?”

“So, you have my kid-”

“Could you keep it down!” You slammed the door shut behind you, hoping no one overheard. “Sukuna is the father, not you.”

“You have MY kid, Y/N, my kid, and you don’t talk to me. You barely even look at me.”

“Because I have a HUSBAND and a life I want.” You shook your head at him.

“That’s not what you said last year.”

“Is that why you called me here? To try and convince me to leave my husband?”

“He is here because I invited him.” You jumped from your position. Turning to face your husband with a shocked face.

“Ryomen.” You put on your best smile, trying to keep it together as you stare at him; paying no mind to the growing grim expression of your past lover, or for better words, past mistake.

“My love.” He smiled with a twinkle of something dangerous in his eyes.

“Why did you invite him here?” You watched as he locked the door behind him, closing all the curtains and stalking down the long table passed all the empty chairs. Until he reached the end. The CEO’s chair.

He sat himself down and looked at you, raising his eyebrow until you got the hint, and hurried your cute self onto his lap.

“Hello, my wife.” His head pressed into your neck roughly, taking in the scent of you. “God, you smell amazing.”

“Sukuna, Toji is here.” You sighed out dreamily as Sukuna busied himself with kissing your neck.

“You are truly a shameless slut.” You froze in your movements.

“What?” Your voice shook.

“Oh, I was talking to Toji, but I guess it can apply to you too.” Your heart had now dropped to the pits of your stomach. Was this it? Was this the end of your marriage?

“Sukuna wai-”

“Shut up.”

“Ryomen, please.” His hands grasped your hair tightly, moving you off of his lap and onto the floor. All the while, Toji watched with a smile on his face. This was it for him. The moment in which Sukuna would kick you to the curb and let him have you. At least, that’s what he thought.

“Suck my dick.” Sukuna didn’t even give you time to process what he demanded, because as soon as your mouth was open he plunged his length down your throat. Groaning at the feeling of your immediate gags. You begged him to kick Toji out with your eyes, pleading for privacy as he used you.

“You know, I watched the clips of you screwing my wife over and over.” Your husband's attention was fully on Toji now, as held on to your hair. Staring him down as Toji watched on, not giving a response to Sukuna’s obvious attempt to get to him.

“You made it seem like they were erased, but I only had to put in a little effort to find the security camera's videos on your hard drive.”

His hand guided the movements of your head so roughly, tears already streamed down your face.

“If I didn’t want you to find them, Sukuna, I wouldn’t have let you.” Toni finally gave a response back.

“Now, now. Is that any way to talk to your boss?” He tutted at him. Smiling at the growing annoyance on Toji’s face.

“The one mistake you made wasn’t fucking my wife, or trying to take my child.” He scoffed at him. “It was thinking I’d ever let my wife go.” Sukuna had pulled his now fully erect cock out of your mouth and slapped it against your tear-stained cheeks. You used this time to breathe and rest as he assaulted your face with more slaps. But this reprieve didn't last long, as he was plunging back into your mouth as he continued talking to Toji.

“You what? Thought I didn’t know she was a whore the day I married her?” You couldn't help but moan at your husband's words, rubbing yourself down onto his shining shoe. “I mean just look at her, humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”

And as you completely ignored the attention of your past love, Sukuna came to the resolution that he’d never leave you. Not ever. He would punish you for all your worth. But leave you? Never. You were like a drug to him, an incubus who had her fangs lodged deep into his soul. So, while yes, he was angry at you for sleeping with another man, he realised he just needed to fuck the much-needed sense back into you.

And that's when Sukuna decided to fuck you until the very idea of Toji had been completely erased. Again and again.

Sitting prettily on the table, Toji was forced to watch Sukuna take you over and over just like he did all those months ago.

You made no attempt to be quiet because you knew you would be met with Sukuna’s hand squeezing your cheeks, forcing them open as he plowed into you. Every moan and every whine was one pulled from your husband, as he took you, sitting on the table.

Toji’s eyes were kept to the ground until Sukuna noticed his aversion to the scene.

“Look at my wife while I fuck her, Toji. You know what you put me through this year? You should be beaten bloody and fired. You have it easy. Now, watch her face as I make her cum.”

Even with his eyes pressed on yours as they rolled back in pleasure, Sukuna didn't stop his verbal attacks at the man. Continuing to talk as he fucked through another orgasm.

“I’d fuck your wife to prove a point, but she’s dead already, isn’t she?”

“She’s always been a screamer but listen to her now. Any louder and someone might hear through the soundproof walls.”

“Do you miss fucking her?”

“God she's always so tight and wet.”

“Look at how lovely my wife squeezes around me.”

Wanting a change of position, Sukuna thought it best to throw you over Toji’s lap as he took you from behind.

“Don’t touch what isn't yours.” Your husband warned as Toji went to pat your head as you drooled over his lap and his very prominent hard-on.

“Ryo—fuck. Break. Plea-Oh fuck.” You tried pleading for a break.

“Nuh-uh, baby. We are gonna keep going until I say so.

Pressing your nails into Toji's thighs for stability only caused him to groan out in pleasure.

“Oh. You like watching me fuck my belongings?” Sukuna laughed at Toji’s glare. Knowing that if he tried to leave, it would be over for him, he'd lose his job, along with you.

Slowing his movements down a little, Sukkuna reveled at the way you shuddered over his cock. He was getting close and could feel it.”

“Should we give our baby boy a sibling? Hm? A girl or a boy? I think I want another boy. What do you think, baby?”

You gave no response, only the moan of a cock drunk whore.

“Since my wife can’t answer. Toji, tell me. Should I give my son a sibling?”

After being met with silence again. Your husband took it upon himself, cumming in you, triggering your climax immediately after.

You fell to the ground, your weak legs giving in after The hard fucking they withstood. Cum seeped out of you and onto the floor. “What are you doing? Get up. How many times did it take for it to stick in the security footage?” He asked you, keeping eye contact with the other man as he spoke. “I want to make sure you leave full.”

Taglist: @mcnooberton @watyousayin @lazullywinter @llovergirlll @sanrioglocks @ramonathinks

Omfg I needed this badly~ big brother yuuji is just so damn perfect 😫❤️‍🔥

I’m READY for the next part

Born For Porn (Yuji Itadori x F!Reader)

Mdni!!! 18+ // Part 1

Tw: dark content: incest/stepcest (unspecified), sex work, money troubles, no curses au, soft yandere?, possessive, jacking off, toxic, short, one mention of rape fantasy in a random comment

Teaser: “I have an idea. It's fast and easy money. But… it's weird,” Yuji grabs one of your pillows and mumbles into it.

Note: I have so many more rotten thoughts about this

“Hey, sis,” he walks into your room and plops down beside you on your bed.

Yuji is nervous to ask. But he really has no choice.

“Hey, Yuji-nii,” you smile up at him but you immediately notice the nerves. “What's up?” You put your phone away and sit up.

Yuji is never one to wear his troubles on his sleeve. This is very odd and worries you. Especially since things have been hard lately anyway and Yuji is doing everything to hold it together.

“I uh… I have some troubles with money,” Yuji gulps. “It's pretty bad. I am so embarrassed. I always said I'll make it work and all.”

Your throat tightens up immediately. Ever since grandfather died, Yuji has been taking care of everything. He always says he will provide and he doesn't want you to worry about all that stuff. That's the job of an older brother.

“Some bills came up.”

“I can get a job,” you immediately say. “I think they are looking for a server–”

“I don't want you to work hard,” he sighs and covers his face. “You're my precious babysis.”

“But if we need money then I have to help you earn money. You already work 2 jobs. Nii-san, I can–”

“I have an idea. It's fast and easy money. But… it's weird,” Yuji grabs one of your pillows and mumbles into it.

You frown. “Spill, nii-san.”

He doesn't look at you. He can't. His cheeks are red. “We could take lewd pictures of you and sell them. A friend of mine does it. She makes quite a lot with it. Because you're so beautiful we totally could.”

Your eyes bulge and you blush. “Like on OnlyFans?”

“Yeah. But… I know it's weird and it's your– body– it's stupid… forget it!” He meets your eyes. “Sorry, Sis.”

Yuji gets up but you stop him. “Let's do it. If you're more comfortable with that than me working… lets. But just as long as it takes to get the money that we need, okay?”

Yuji's eyes sparkle. “Really? You're the best! Do you have like… uh–”

“Lingerie?” You ask.

“Yeah?” He rubs the back of his head. This is awkward.

You get up and open a drawer. You lay out 3 sets. First one is a simple black panties made from mesh with a matching little bra. It is completely see through. The next one is pink with heart shaped buckles and ruffles, it is so cute. And the third is white, lacy.

Yuji gulps. “Let's shoot them all?”

You nod. “We should maybe think about how we do this first?”

“Yeah… totally!”

You spend the rest of the day setting up accounts and making up this persona. You both share access to the account but Yuji hooked it to his paypal. You make a posting schedule and strategy too.

“Tomorrow we will batch shoot content,” you mumble. “Then we start to promote on Twitter.”

“Yeah,” Yuji nods. “Are you really okay with this?”

You nod and shrug. “Well, yes if it's just temporary.”

“It is, I swear! But… it's not gonna be weird between us, right, sis?” He meets your eyes.

You smile. “Why would it? We bathe together too, don't we? You're my big bro after all.”

Yuji eyes you closely. You're so precious to him. He knows how ungrateful working as a server or in customer service is… he would never want you to have to do that. You will get the money that you need and then delete everything again. It's just a means to an end.

“Yeah,” Yuji chuckles. “Let's cook dinner.”

》》》》

You walk out of the small bathroom in the pink set as Yuji sets up some lights in your bedroom.

You dolled yourself up and he knew that but seeing you like this still made his blood rush. You really are beautiful. No one is as beautiful as you.

“How do I look, nii-san?” You say. You are shy, not looking at him, squeezing your thighs together. You are so exposed.

“You are always beautiful,” Yuji smiles. “How about we start with shots from behind?”

“You mean shots of my ass,” you chuckle.

“Shots of your ass, yeah Yeah,” Yuji sighs.

You look at him concerned. “But don't judge… I've never done this… okay?”

Yuji frowns. “You've never sent a boy nudes?”

“Nii-san!”

“What! I don't judge!”

“I have… but it's different if it's a selfie.”

“You have?” Yuji's face flattens. “Who?” He thought he was the only boy in your life. His heart aches. It must be someone from your college classes. That's the one aspect of your life he can't control.

“Doesn't matter,” you whine. “Cmon. Let's shoot.”

Yuji didn't think it would be this hard. He is so glad he wore his oversized shirt that covers his crotch. He is getting hard. He can't fight it. You are so perfect.

“Is that okay?” You ask and spread your legs wider.

“Yes,” Yuji's voice is rough. “Looks good.” The way you ask for his approval is so hot… so satisfying.

“And this?” You arch your back more.

“Hmm.”

You kneel down and tug on your bra straps. “Topless now?”

“Y-yes.” Yuji takes a video.

You play with your bra a little bit then pull it up letting your tits bounce free.

“Heh,” Yuji chuckles.

You then take pictures topless. Switch lingerie and repeat. And then lastly, the black set. Yuji is throbbing. He can see everything. It is entirely see through. Your pussy lips look so soft. He wants to eat you through the soft fabric.

You strike mesmerising poses again. Sometimes Yuji forgets to press the shutter. And then this time you hook your fingers in your panties.

“Let's switch it up?” You ask, a bit breathy.

“Sure,” Yuji swallows.

You turn your back to him and bend forward, slowly peeling your slip off until it falls to your mid thighs.

Yuji lets out a sharp breath. He wants to taste you. So bad. Your little puckered hole looks so delicious, your pussy has such a pretty color.

“Did you take pictures, nii-san?”

“Yes!” Yuji clears his throat. “I think we have enough. Good job, babysis.” Yuji turns away as you throw something on.

“I can edit them–”

“I'll do it. No worries,” Yuji smiles.

He grabs his laptop and heads to his room where the first thing he does is tear off his pants. His cock is aching with his tip being an angry red. “Fuck… fuck, lil sis. Fuck.” Yuji feels guilty. He has never had these thoughts before. All he wants is to protect you because you are his babysis. It's nothing like that… Nothing weird. You are just so special. You are his special girl.

He looks at the last picture again. The way your panties so lewdly hang by your knees, cute little asshole, your perfect round ass and your wet pussy. Wait– Did taking these pictures turn you on too?

Yuji nearly didn't register that he already started to pump his cock to your picture. Yuji hisses and moans covering his mouth. Oh little sis. You have the body of a pornstar. Yuji shoots his cum over the camera's display… “Fuck,” he sighs.

He didn't mean for that to happen.

》》》》

It's such a contradiction.

When Yuji found out that you sent a boy nudes before he felt awful. It was protectiveness and maybe even jealousy but when he reads the replies and dms and comments to your lewd pictures… he is so satisfied.

Yuji didn't sleep all night, pumping out load after load to your pictures and those comments. He is such a mess.

Neither of you thought that you would gain traction this quickly… but within the first 24 hours you already had a significant following on your socials and even subscribers that pay money.

Yuji refreshes the notifications tap.

Filth_master: wanna rape her so bad

Hornyallthetime: that body. She is my dream slut

Prettygirls: born for porn

Yuji sighs and tosses his phone. He is so tired and so filthy. He walks into the bathroom only to find you already in the bathtub. You look groggy.

“Can I join?”

“Of course, nii-san,” you smile softly.

“Did you see? We already made some money.” Yuji yawns. “I didn't sleep much.” He can tell neither did you. “Kept refreshing the feed.”

“That really was quick,” you beam. You take your phone and take a picture of yourself. “I have to remember making content for stories and stuff.”

Yuji smiles. “You're putting in so much effort. I'm proud of you.”

“I said I'll help you,” you hum. You keep scrolling on your phone after posting the little pic. You are not paying too close attention, not realizing the holes Yuji stares into you.

There is a different place in hell for him. What if your future employer finds this stuff? What if your peers do? How could he have asked this of you? How can he enjoy this so so much?

“Uh, Yuji?” You sit up and frown. “Look at this dm. Holy shit.”

I’m so invested in this whole thing like😫

These two are so damn needy for each other and don’t even realize the other is the same wayyy….

And I’m so ready to see the drama whichever ever professor ends up being picked causes

(I’m ok with either but pls gojo)

Born For Porn (Yuji Itadori x F!Reader)

Mdni!! 18+ // Part 2 (Part 1)

Tw: dark content: incest/stepcest (unspecified), sex work, toxic, soft yandere, mastrubation, first time using a dildo, virgin!reader, squirting, jealousy, money problems

Teaser: “I know why I'm doing it. It is to help you. If people want to judge me for that, I don't care. When you do underground boxing for money and get hurt–,” you reach out and touch Yuji's scar. “Is it any different? You also sell your body. And besides this doesn't get posted… it's just for the guy.”

You are sitting on the couch with wet hair and barely dried off.

That DM shocked you both. And now you have to decide what you will do about it.

“We said we just take pics and some harmless videos,” Yuji says.

“But 100.000 yen, Nii-san! For just a 20 minute video of me masturbating. How much money do we even need?” You put your hand on his knee and scoot closer. He has to see how big of an opportunity this is.

“It would be a big chunk of it,” Yuji mumbles. He looks at you, feeling some sort of excitement that he definitely shouldn't feel. He should talk you out of doing this. He should be a good big brother and make sure you don't make mistakes that could potentially ruin your future. But gosh he feels just so utterly excited that you would at all do it.

“But you understand that this would be porn then. It's not just lewd modelling… you would be doing porn,” Yuji searches your eyes. “You understand that? Your profs might see… your friends might see and they will judge you. You might lose opportunities–”

“I know why I'm doing it. It is to help you. If people want to judge me for that, I don't care. When you do underground boxing for money and get hurt–,” you reach out and touch Yuji's scar. “Is it any different? You also sell your body. And besides this doesn't get posted… it's just for the guy.”

Yuji turns his head away because he is so sure his pupils have turned to hearts. He loves you so much. You are the best. There is no one who gets him like you do, no one who loves him like you do. You would sell your body for him? He loves you more than anything, just like a big brother should.

“We have to go out and buy a dildo then,” Yuji says.

“We don't,” you blush.

Suddenly your wrists are pinned to the couch and Yuji cages you in being on top of you. He is so strong. “Where the fuck did you get a dildo from?!” Yuji's face is spun in a serious frown. His eyes are sharp as they dare down on you. You try to wiggle away but can't.

You laugh. “You will be mad, nii-sama! But it was a joke, I swear!”

“Nii-sama my ass. Spill!”

“Choso and Yuta gifted it to me for my 18th birthday,” you mumble.

“I'll kill them!” He shouts.

“It was funny because it looks like a magical girl wand. It really was just a joke.”

“Who do they think they are–

“Yuji, it's not that deep, okay? It was funny… I never used it…”

“Oh,” he looks down at you and his gaze softens considerably. “So you don't know what you're doing?”

“N-no… but can't be any different than my fingers right?” You ask.

Yuji gets off and retreats like a bitten pup. “Yeah… probably,” he laughs awkwardly and gulps. Gosh he has hoped to catch you in the act… but only to make sure you do it safely of course. He thought you didn't even touch yourself since he never did hear anything. Ever. Sneaky girl.

“Maybe we should watch some solo porn tonight for inspiration?” Yuji thinks.

“Good idea! Will you write the guy? I don't wanna do it–”

“I'll take care of it. Don't worry, babysis.”

“Thanks, nii-san.”

You go to your classes and Yuji works his day job as a mechanic. He nearly punches Choso's teeth out just seeing him upon walking in. How dare he? Does Choso fantasize about you?!

“You seem tense?” The senpai asks. “What's up?”

Yuji sighs. He loves Choso like a brother. That's not why he is mad… he just is mad about not knowing… he should know everything about his little sis. “Money is just tight right now.”

“Oh?” Choso frowns. “Do you need–”

“No. (Y/N) and I are figuring it out but I appreciate it.”

“Kay, man. But let me know if I can help out.”

“Will do.” Yuji nearly bends the wrench in his hand. No he can't let it go. “Why did you and Yuta give (Y/N) a fucking dildo?!”

Choso goes pale. “Look, man, it was a joke! A total joke. Yuta–”

When Yuji gets home you have already done all the chores and cooked dinner. He doesn't ask you to do any of this. As the older brother it is his job too. However, you are the best and you take care of him too.

“Hey, sis,” Yuji kisses your cheek and disappears in the bathroom, cleaning off the grime he accumulated working on all the cars throughout the day. “How was your day?” He calls over.

“Fine. Got a 100% on that term paper.”

“Good job!” Yuji smiles. Gosh you're so smart too. He is so proud.

“And you?”

“Like always.”

Yuji walks out and plops down on the couch. “I'm beat. Whatcha cook?”

“Just stew with all the frozen veggies we still had. We have to go grocery shopping.”

You hand him a bowl and sit down on the floor. “Do we have money for groceries?”

“Ha… That guy already made half the payment for the video,” Yuji says.

“What?” You nearly drop your spoon.

“Yep”

You eat in silence from that moment on. You were so occupied with class and class work, cooking and chores that you didn't check again.

You clean up and join your brother on the couch. You are chewing your lip. He already paid half the price… So now you have to deliver. “So… are we watching porn then to figure out how to film the video?”

“Ah right. We wanted to do that,” Yuji smiles and grabs his laptop. He sets it on the coffee table and opens his porn site of choice.

You see for a second that almost all his recommendations are step sibling porn but he quickly clicks to the search bar.

“Pick one,” he tells you.

You scroll for a moment then click on a girl. The camera is placed on the floor and she is sitting on cute blankets and pillows.

She starts by showing off her body and takes her time, then starts to play with her cunt.

“I like the angle. I… will be filming it by myself, right?” You blush.

“I-if you're more comfortable– but we can watch another one where the camera is moving? Just in case?” Yuji wants to be there, God. He needs to be there.

Yuji clicks around and opens another video. The camera is moving, showing the girl off even better. It zooms in on her cunt and her face too. It is cute– hot. Your tummy tingles.

“But… you won't judge, right!” You box at his arm.

“Of course not!” He laughs. “Never!” He looks at you and his eyes soften. He will just be honest. He reaches out and strokes through your hair. “If you don't mind… I want to be there. You've never used a dildo, right? I don't want you to hurt yourself and do this all alone. Is that okay?”

“Oh,” you purse your lips. “Yeah… I didn't think about it like that.”

“Hm.” Yuji gets up to grab some water.

“Let's do it now? I think I want to get it over with?”

Yuji chokes and his heart beats up his throat. He thought he'd have time to drain his balls so no accidents would happen. “Yes… sure. If you want that.”

“I'll get ready.”

“He asked for the white set and minimal makeup with pigtails.”

“Alright!”

“Where is the dildo? You always have to keep it clean before use,” Yuji walks into your room.

“Under the bed. Shoebox.”

Yuji opens it and, no, he gets it now. It is funny. You're really into that whole magical girl stuff and that thing looks just like a magic wand. It's made from glass and has a pink star on the end of the handle. It isn't thick… luckily. Yuji wouldn't know how to feel about that since he is sure you are untouched.

He cleans the dildo properly then sets everything up and checks that the camera is stocked with enough battery and an SD card. And then you walk in.

Oh shit. Yuji stops breathing for a second. It's so weird. When you were younger he'd style your hair like this… It looks so different now. So lewd.

You walk to him and hold your pinky out.

“Pinky promise you won't laugh!”

“Why would I laugh?” He… laughs.

“See!” You hit him. “You are laughing.”

Yuji chuckles. “I won't laugh at you… pinky promise. Never. You're doing such a good job. You're a natural.”

You whine and press your face into his arm.

“I swear… I won't even look… I'm concentrating on the filming anyway. You'll be fineeeee.” His hand touches the small of your back, thumb circling softly. “I know what we'll do!” He leaves and comes back with a bottle of sake that is still in the cupboard from when grandpa was around. “Take a sip for courage.”

You blink at him but take a sip. A big one. You cough. “Disgusting.”

Yuji opens a little pouch and you see condoms. He gets out a little bottle. Lube.

“Why do you have lube?” You ask.

“I like to have anal sex,” he shrugs. “Makes it easier for the girl. And since it's the first time you insert something in–”

“Yes, I understand,” you say sharply. Your lips form a tight line. What are you upset about now? Maybe it's the anal sex… girls find it disgusting a lot which Yuji really doesn't understand since it's so nice. Whatever.

“Let's start?” You ask.

He nods. “One more thing. He wants you to say sensei.”

You nod. That might be the easiest part about this. You start to show off your body like the other girls have. You remember that you didn't like how quiet they were…

“Sensei,” you make your voice sound sultry. “Wanna have a fun time with me?”

Yuji looks at you, shocked and excited all at once. He can hardly keep the camera steady.

“Let's have a fun time, sensei, yeah?” You sigh dreamily and spread your legs, rubbing your clothed cunt a few times before lewdly taking off the panties. You kneel and make a show of taking your bra off, letting your tits bounce.

“Good job,” Yuji encourages softly. You can cut him out later. “Go on.”

You lay back down and expose your cunt. In the video light your wetness is well visible. “I am so wet for you, sensei,” you say breathlessly and spread your pussy lips with your fingers. “All for you.” You run your fingers through your folds a few times before you start to circle your cute little clit.

Yuji wants to suck on it so badly. Wants to take it between his teeth and feel it swell. Yuji almost moans too when you start to gasp and whimper in pleasure.

You slip in one finger. Your little cunt is so snug around even that tiny finger of yours. Yuji knows you're a virgin. Even if you sent some low life boy nudes before… you wouldn't have gone further without talking to him first.

Yuji moves the camera closer to your pretty pussy then up to your face. Your doe eyes look exactly into the lens and you breathe out a soft “sensei”. Gosh, the guy is lucky. What Yuji would give for you to–

“Nii-San?” You gasp.

Yuji bites down so hard on his lip he draws blood. “Yes?”

“Can we practice first?”

“Of course.”

Yuji keeps filming, knowing this is such good content too if cut together in its own video; just in case.

Yuji takes the lube and squeezes it onto your cunt. You flinch a little and shoot him a look. “Sorry.”

“Cold,” you pout. You pick up the dildo and run it through your even slicker folds now flinching again. “Cold!” Your back arches. This time you don't seem to mind too much.

“It's made from glass. What did you think?” Yuji chuckles.

You let out a shaky breath and slowly push the tip inside. Your head feels like it's spinning. “It's weird.”

“You gotta find the special spot,” he says.

It looks so lovely how your hole tries to take the small girth. Yuji can't help imagining you struggling to take him.

You whimper. “I don't know.”

“Let me help, yeah?” He looks at you and you nod reluctantly. “Rub your clit.”

You do and Yuji takes the wand in his hand, holding the camera steady with his other. “Say if it hurts.”

“Hm.” You focus on your clit as he slowly pumps the toy in and out. In no time it started to feel so good.

Yuji enjoys this so much. Your pussy even sounds amazing…. how amazing it must feel. You are so wet. Your aroma fills his nose.

“Nii-chan, let me? Wanna try…”

“Of course,” he hums. Your hands brush together as you take the wand in your hand.

You pump the toy inside on your own leisure. Testing the waters first but soon you get familiar with it and your frown deepens, your gasps and moans become more urgent. You go rougher with it, more desperate.

“Nii-Chan!” You nearly cry out and look at him. Yuji might have busted in his pants then and there. You are looking for answers in his eyes. So confused. “I don't know– I don't– this feels different.” You don't stop however. Your thighs start to tremble.

You whimper and moan and throw your head back and then it happens. It is small… just this bit of clear liquid shooting out of your pretty pussy but you squirt. You whine and squirm and thrust the wand right back in, going more wild than before.

“Babysis?” Yuji whispers in utter awe. You are so far gone… completely overtaken by pleasure.

“Wanna do it again…wan’ do again… felt s'good. Nii-chan– please.”

Yuji holds back a grunt and gurgles. His body tenses and his skin lights aflame as he shoots his cum into his boxers. He feels dizzy. Holy shit.

You are so desperate. So slutty. So braindead. Fuck. He could probably just slide his cock in and you'd be so happy.

No. No! He can't be thinking like this. Yuji sets the camera down. “(Y/N), hey. Cmon, stop,” he slows your hand. “You never drink enough. I don't think you can squirt again. It's okay… Shh.” He helps you sit up and you lean against his chest. You're a total mess: out of breath and if someone would ask you what day of the week it was you'd have no clue.

“Wanna do it again… it feels so good,” you nearly sob. He'd call you greedy but damn it made Yuji fucking cum untouched.

“Shhh,” he kisses your temple. “You can do it again. You just gotta drink enough. Let's take a break… you drink some water and we have to redo the video anyway.”

“I am sorry, nii-san,” you meet his eyes. “I got carried away.”

“Don't be sorry, babysis. You did so well. Damn, you squirted for the first time. I told you, you're a damn natural. I'm so proud of you,” Yuji grins a little. You truly are so perfect.

“Really? Are the girls you have sex with able to squirt too?” You blink at him.

It's an odd question but Yuji doesn't think about it too much. “No… haven't slept with someone who can squirt.” He thinks.

“So I am better than them?” You whisper slouching against him.

“Heh? You're my little sis, of course you're better,” Yuji frowns. You are saying such nonsense but the squirting must have really exhausted your body. “Go clean up, yeah? I clean up here. Then we take a break and film the video after?”

That's what you do. The second take goes by smoothly without any squirting incident since you watch out for the signs now. You are pretty confident that “Sensei” will enjoy your little show. After you shot the video… you relocated to the bathroom.

You both agree that squirting content is something that sells well. You will film some and then see if you actually post and promote it. It's just in case now… you aren't sure.

“I am so stupid for not using this thing sooner,” you whine, throwing your head back over the edge of the tub. “Gotta thank Yuta and Choso.” You babble.

“Don't you dare.”

“Am joking. Ready?” You squeal.

Your toes curl and you squirt again. Yuji takes a burst of photos. “We can make this into a little gif,” he chuckles.

“Yah. One more okay? Jus’ one,” you meet his hazel eyes. “Then we have enough content…. But jus… one.”

Oh… You could be going on the whole night… Yuji doesn't mind. Fuck… he's in heaven. Well, almost. He needs to taste your sweet essence so badly.

“This time you could maybe turn around. Ass up, you know?” He suggests.

You nod and Yuji bites his lip watching how you try to sit up and turn. Your legs are quivering, your movements are so disoriented and weak. You are pushing your body to the brink with every climax.

“I'll get you a doctor's note tomorrow, kay?”

“Yes, nii-chan,” you sigh and hollow your back, sticking out your ass. Droplets of squirt and cream still cling to it. Yuji takes some pics of that too.

“Can you look back at the camera? Yes. Good girl.”

You smile and reach around, pumping the toy into your swollen cunt. The angle makes it harder. “Nii-san… can you help?”

Yuji nearly squeals in excitement. He bites back the smiles and sets the camera down at a good angle. “Sure.”

Yuji grins and starts to pump the toy in and out. You arch into it and moan blissfully. He is rougher than he needs to be, part of him wants to test your tolerance. You handle it so well. Even going in to play with your terribly swollen clit.

“Almost!” You heave. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you squirm. “Fuck. Fuck!” You prop yourself up, lifting yourself and suddenly your face is so close to his, only inches away.

You are burning. He can feel it. Your breath, no, your gasps and moans are hot when they hit his face. Your eyes are so big and soft, pleading with him… Yuji doesn't know about what. Your gaze is so intense. His eyes drop to your lips for a second but before he can contemplate, you cum. You cry out, pressing your face into his shoulder. Your whole body jerks and spasms and the hot liquid splashes from your cunt like a fountain, running down your shaking legs and sounding like those last drops that hit the shower floor when you turn off the water. Perfection.

“Shh. Shh. You're doing so good. You're so perfect,” Yuji whispers against your sweaty hair. “Putting in so much effort so we can pay our bills… Good girl.”

You are done after that. Yuji cleans you up, you can't even do that yourself anymore. But he's your big brother… of course he takes care of you. Happily. It's the best part.

He puts you to bed and kisses your forehead.

“I love you, nii-san,” you whisper.

“Love you too, babysis,” he whispers back.

[Take this poll pls]

Sukuna making love to Yuuji and realizing just how hard he fell for him is just too much for me. The fact that it scares so much he doesn’t even know what to do, and sweet Yuuji being oblivious to all of it. My favorite part is where Sukuna wishes he claimed him instead of tormenting Yuuji.

I’m so excited to see where all of this goes because if Yuuji does end up remembering now both are gonna be hurt.🥺

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 10)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 10

I don't understand how your love can do what no one else can. Your love's got me looking so crazy right now. (Crazy in Love by Eden Project)

The next few days make it painfully clear that somehow, during the last months, the boy managed to infiltrate a place inside Sukuna that he wasn't aware of until the brat managed to get himself injured and put a fear into Sukuna's heart, he had never known before.

It's quite unsettling. Inconvenient.

What did he do? He had wanted to get separated from the brat all the time while being trapped inside him. Sukuna had wanted his own body again, had wanted to break free from this perfect little cage that Kenjaku had created to imprison him. But the moment he had succeeded, he grabbed the boy and took him with him.

What did he do? Has he bound himself to Yuuji again?

Things are slipping out of his control increasingly, and it's concerning. This isn't what Sukuna planned. He had wanted to play his little twisted game where only he knew it was a game. He had wanted to lie and deceive his way into the brat's heart. He had wanted to bask in the cruel exhilaration of seeing the brat willingly on his knees for him. Had wanted to break him with this fake love. He had wanted the cruel pleasure of seeing the brat turn into his obedient little pet.

But somehow, he had imagined it differently. He didn't expect to feel so warm anytime Yuuji smiles at him with so much affection in those golden eyes. He didn't expect to feel protective when he saw the boy getting hurt. He didn't expect to feel lonely and cold when Yuuji is not around.

The doubts gnaw at him. Did he really turn Yuuji into his toy? Is that what he is? All those months, Sukuna was convinced this was the case. But do you hold a toy every night and cuddle it in the mornings? Do you try to read every wish from your toy's eyes just to make them smile and be happy?

Sukuna was so sure he was doing this out of sadistic pleasure. And it was that way in the beginning, at least. But somehow, things have mutated into something different.

Somehow, when Yuuji looks at him with a sweet smile on his face and nothing but love in his eyes while gently caressing the short hair at the nape of Sukuna's neck, Sukuna isn't sure anymore what this is.

Sometimes, it feels like Sukuna is drowning. Drowning in Yuuji's sweetness. In the sweet, syrupy feeling of his love. It feels like he is underwater, and he can't breathe. He knows he has to swim back to the surface again, but he can't move.

They are in the park again, taking an evening stroll, looking at the pumpkin figures lining the parkway. The air is thick this evening, loaded with almost tangible electricity. Sukuna can feel a tingle under his skin when he lifts his head to see the dark grey clouds gathering in the sky behind their apartment.

Thunder grumbles in the distance, and the first lightning flashes across the blackened sky when the first raindrops start falling.

It's an imposing scenery, carrying a fateful promise. Sukuna blinks, huffing at his thoughts. But he still reaches out to trail his fingers down Yuuji's back and let them come to rest on the small of the boy's back.

"Let's get back inside. All hell is going to break loose soon."

Yuuji chuckles softly as a big raindrop lands on Sukuna's nose. He grabs Sukuna's hand and starts running, pulling Sukuna with him as the rain gets heavier. Yuuji's laughter carries through the air, and his firm, warm hand never lets go of Sukuna until they have reached the entrance to their apartment building complex, both already drenched from the rain.

Yuuji laughs, which turns into a groan when Sukuna presses him against the elevator wall, claiming his lips in a hungry kiss. He doesn't know why he is so hungry for the boy right now, but something in him wants Yuuji so much that he doesn't see why he should rein his desires in.

When they enter the penthouse, the sky outside is completely black, dark clouds swallowing the rest of the daylight, bringing an early night that gets illuminated by flickering lightning streaking through the dark sky.

They leave the lights off, too busy kissing and tearing at each other's clothes as if they are filled with the same restless electricity as the thunderstorm raging outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

Yuuji's hands are on Sukuna's shirt, pulling it up, strong fingers brushing over Sukuna's abs. His lips are soft and warm against Sukuna's, tasting sweet like the chocolate pumpkin muffin Sukuna bought for him in the park.

They stumble to the bedroom, undressing each other hastily on the way while still stealing kisses, as if they are two magnets drawn together, needing to be close, needing to touch and kiss and feel the other pressed against them at all times.

Sukuna thinks it might have something to do with the thunderstorm and the strange crackling in the air. Maybe it speaks to their souls. Maybe it tugs on the red string connecting them, pulling them closer, demanding them to devour each other, wanting to fill that hole in their souls that was left when they got separated.

He cannot explain the urgency of their kisses and touches otherwise. But he knows he has a hunger for the boy that cannot be stilled if he doesn't claim him right now.

They reach their bedroom, dropping the last items of clothing on the floor, groaning into their urgent kiss as their naked bodies press against each other, skin on skin, firm muscles flexing against each other, hard cocks touching.

Sukuna laughs softly when Yuuji places two strong hands on Sukuna's chest and pushes him, making the King of Curses fall backward onto the bed, where he lands on his back, sprawled out in all his naked glory on the soft silk sheets, looking up at his lover with amusement and arousal in his light blue eyes.

He likes it when the brat gets so needy for him that he uses his strength on Sukuna. The display of power is arousing. Itadori Yuuji is a worthy lover, strong and powerful. Sukuna's lips lift in a smirk as he watches the boy crawl on top of him, desire glowing in his golden eyes, muscles flexed, pre-cum dripping down onto Sukuna's abs.

He is beautiful, so beautiful in the way he craves Sukuna. It makes something in Sukuna's chest throb. His fingers tangle in soft pink hair as he pulls Yuuji down into another deep kiss, licking hungrily into his mouth.

The thunderstorm rages outside the floor-length windows, with thunder crashing loudly and rain pouring heavily from the sky and hitting the windows opposite the large bed.

Yuuji positions himself on Sukuna's lap, and a bolt of bright yellow lightning flashes over the sky behind him as he sinks down on Sukuna's cock, making both of them gasp.

There's something in the atmosphere tonight. Something is different. Something changed, but Sukuna can't put his finger on it. It's like he can feel the electricity of the lightning bolts curse through his body, making him more aware and feeling more awake than ever before.

He's breathing heavily, his hands gripping Yuuji's hips tightly, looking up at his lover curiously. Yuuji is riding him with so much abandon. Despite his initial urgency to get into bed with Sukuna, he is taking his time now, bouncing slowly on Sukuna's cock, taking him so deep anytime he sits down fully on him as if he wants to savor every second of their union.

He moans Sukuna's name, loud and sweet. His strong hands are on Sukuna's chest, bracing himself on the firm muscles, his nails digging slightly into Sukuna's skin, his cock twitching anytime he sinks down on Sukuna's cock.

He is so utterly devoted to Sukuna. So utterly his.

Sukuna can't help it. A long, low moan finds its way out of his mouth, and his hips buck. He rolls them upwards slowly, fucking into Yuuji, his moans growing louder.

He doesn't find it in himself to hold back tonight. He can't remember why he should.

"Yuuji... Yuuji."

Sukuna has lived for over a thousand years, but this is the first time he finds himself moaning someone's name.

It falls from his lips like a prayer, like he is kneeling in his temple, asking the Gods for their favor. But he can't find anything wrong with this. It sounds so right to his ears. Isn't this how things were always meant to be between him and Yuuji? Isn't this what fate has written on the pages of both their life stories in blood-red ink? They were meant to find each other. They were meant to be bound together for all eternity.

Yuuji cries out softly, fingers digging into Sukuna's pecs, as he lifts himself up and down on Sukuna's hard length, so thorough, so sweet, so passionate.

The praise falls naturally from Sukuna's lips as he looks up at this lover.

"You're riding me so sweetly, baby. Such a sweet boy."

And Yuuji clenches around him, crying out softly,

"Ah! Ah! Kuna...I... I love you, baby! Oh god..."

It's so cute how he reacts to Sukuna's praise, dripping more pre-cum on his abs, tightening around him, mewling and sobbing Sukuna's name.

And Sukuna wonders why he didn't try to claim the boy sooner. Why did he never see the potential? Why did he never see how good they are together? All those wasted years. All that time tormenting the brat when he could have had him bouncing on his cock and moaning his name!

Sukuna's mind is hazy, clouded by pleasure, hypnotized by the loud thunder cracking outside the window and the rain drumming rhythmically against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A strange warmth is making its home in his chest. His hands tighten on Yuuji's hips as he is suddenly overcome by the need to claim.

Sukuna flips them over quickly, eliciting a surprised gasp from Yuuji, but it turns into another loud, needy moan when Sukuna pushes his cock into him again. Yuuji welcomes him instantly, wrapping his legs around Sukuna's hips, tangling his fingers in his hair, and moaning loudly as he throws his head back on the silk pillow.

Sukuna rolls his hips slowly, fucking into his boy deep and through, making sure to take it slow and sweet, just like Yuuji did when worshipping his cock a moment ago.

Yuuji is writhing beneath him, head thrown back, tousled pink hair spread over the black silk pillow. His eyes are closed, mouth opening in soft moans of Sukuna's name.

His legs are wrapped around Sukuna's hips tightly, hands wandering aimlessly over Sukuna's back. It's cute how lost in pleasure he is. Finally, one hand finds its way into Sukuna's hair and twists it in his fist. The other is digging into Sukuna's back almost painfully. Clinging to him, so desperate for him, so needy. It makes Sukuna's head spin, and the warmth in his chest increases to an almost burning sensation.

But he forces himself to keep the slow pace. He wants it to be a slow fuck. Wants it to be intense. Special. He wants to see his power over the boy, needs to wrap himself in it.

"Yuuji. Look at me."

He realizes it's a mistake as soon as Yuuji opens his eyes. Love, desire, and adoration look back at him, so powerful that it makes Sukuna's eyes widen. It feels like he is getting consumed by the fire burning in his chest, right where their souls were connected before the separation.

Yuuji's strong legs tighten around Sukuna's hips, and his fingers dig into the muscles on Sukuna's back as a row of needy whines escapes the boy's lips.

"Feels so good, baby!! Ah, Sukuna! You're making such sweet love to me tonight!"

Sukuna's hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside the boy as realization washes over him. It's true. They aren't fucking. They're making love. That's what this is, right? Is it part of the act? Yuuji craves this, so Sukuna gives it to him to make it look like what they have is real? But somehow, the explanation sounds wrong.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

The words have left Sukuna's mouth without him planning them. They are both an act and the truth. If that's even possible. Sukuna's brain is foggy. The thunderstorm, this burning sensation in his chest, the enticing look in Yuuji's eyes...

Another loud moan escapes Sukuna's lips, and a raw emotion takes hold of him. This one is familiar, at least. Possessiveness. Red, hot, and velvety.

"Mine," he growls as he snaps his hips again, pushing deep into Yuuji.

A desperate-sounding sob escapes the boy's lips. His hands slide down Sukuna's back to land on his ass, nails digging into the taut flesh as if he's trying to get Sukuna even deeper into him.

"Yes, yes! I'm yours, Sukuna. Only yours."

Those words would be enough to satisfy the hunger raging in Sukuna's blood. But Yuuji continues. His voice is raspy, thick with emotion when he says the next words,

"I'll be yours forever. And you'll always be mine, too."

Another lightning bolt lights up the sky behind them, its light flickering over Yuuji's pretty face. His eyes glow golden like two full moons as he looks deeply into Sukuna's eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he cries out, and his body tenses up under Sukuna. His hot cum hits Sukuna's abs and chest, painting his skin with Yuuji's claim on him.

Thunder rumbles loudly, and Sukuna feels himself falling. Falling into Yuuji, falling into his warmth and love that is so all-consuming and powerful, he feels himself getting dragged under. A broken moan escapes his lips as his hips press tightly against the boy, body shuddering in pleasure, his face buried in Yuuji's neck, teeth grazing his skin when he mutters,

"Yes, I'm yours, Yuuji. Oh fuck, baby!"

His orgasm floods all his senses, making him moan uncontrollably as his cock pulses inside Yuuji, giving the boy every single drop of his seed, fucking it deep into him.

It is only when his cock stops twitching, and his breathing calms that Sukuna feels a sudden worry tug at his mind. As if he is finally able to hear an alarm bell ringing over the loud crashes of thunder. An increasing dread slowly taking hold of him.

Something went horribly wrong.

The whole weight of his words crashes down on Sukuna.

I'm yours, Yuuji.

What did he do?

This isn't how this was planned! Of course, Yuuji is his. Of course, the boy belongs to Sukuna! That is as clear as day! But now Sukuna is Yuuji's too? This isn't how things are supposed to go!

Did he make a vow with the boy?

To his horror, Sukuna knows the answer to that. Yes, he did. He bound himself to Yuuji. But what's even more terrifying is that little voice in the back of his mind that whispers to him that this shouldn't come as such a surprise to him.

And Sukuna realizes with a terrible sinking feeling that it is true. He is Yuuji's. He probably has been Yuuji's for a while.

Somehow, at some point in the last few months, their dynamic must have shifted. It must have happened gradually, so Sukuna didn't realize it while it was happening. As if the tables were turned, and he was the prey that was unknowingly getting stalked by a predator who followed him around patiently until he finally could dig his claws into him.

It must have been the movie nights, the dinners, the meals and sweet treats Yuuji cooked and baked for him, the loud laughs, the golden eyes full of genuine affection and love, the morning runs, the visits to the shrine, the nights in each other's arms. All those small things must have added up until they became so powerful they managed to tear Sukuna's walls down.

Yuuji is Sukuna's. But Sukuna is Yuuji's too.

And just like that, Sukuna's world shatters.

His plan seemed so flawless. It was all just a little fun, a cruel entertainment for the King. But without realizing it, at some point, he apparently began to play himself.

Thunder crashes so loudly behind him that Sukuna thinks he can feel the whole room vibrate.

Sukuna lifts his head off Yuuij's shoulder to stare at him with wide blue eyes that must show the terror he feels. But Yuuji is oblivious to it. He is beaming up at Sukuna, golden eyes full of love, his smile as dazzling and warm as the sun.

He puts a hand on Sukuna's cheek, cupping his face tenderly and caressing it with so much care and love.

"That was amazing, baby. I love you… Can we please stay like that? I want to feel you inside me a bit longer."

All Sukuna can do is nod slightly as he still stares into those terrifyingly warm golden eyes while in his head, he is screaming at the brat,

What did you do to me?? What did you do??

Oh, the sweet moment when our King realizes he is fucked ;)

Thank you so much for reading!! I am sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. I was working on my Halloween stories, so I had to put Separation Anxiety on a short break, but now I can focus on it again.

The cover version of "Crazy in Love" by Eden Project had a huge effect on me the first time I discovered it. I immediately saw this sex scene between Yuuji and Sukuna playing in my mind. So, this scene was one of the first ones I wrote for this AU. It was so important to me that I saved it in a separate file. So yeah, it is a big thing for me that I could finally publish this scene!! I hope you liked it and could see the scene in your head too.

Thank you so much for your patience. It means so much to me that people read this story and enjoy it!!

Please let me know what you think about this chapter. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

That shit had me dying 😭😂🤣

this is THE most insane thing i’ve ever written LMFAO

High-key I kinda feel bad for Satoru. Like yeah he was hella teasing her but it was kinda obvious he wanted more than a fuck buddy but Ig he could’ve been more clear about that… poor thing

𝐬𝐨... 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? where satoru comforts you after a break up

gojo being lowkey yandere, fem reader, toji is the ex, mentions of baby trapping, reader is older, gojo calls her senpai (almost as a mock), classroom smut, fingering, gojo has to wear a condom and he hates it, he’s also a bit pathetic and in love, reader is a bit of bitch. 4k (this was supposed to be drabble idk what happened)

“i know what you’re thinking” gojo’s voice breaks the silence in the classroom where you were supposed to be grading papers but instead has been looking through the window for god knows how long now.

the sudden appearing happens after gojo catches your lost gaze on the field some of his students where training at, he saw your profile looking down at your desk, then after a few minutes you looked through the window until your eyes set on gojo’s protégée and the son of the man that broke your heart.

“but if you keep doing that megumi will get creeped out by you” gojo simply manifested in your classroom as soon as he realized you would stay in trance not even noticing your fellow teacher staring back at you from below.

“whatever, he never liked me anyways” you brush off, then remember what he said before, “and what the hell makes you think you know what i’m thinking?”

“ah, you forgot? i have an eye or six for this sorta thing” he points to his blindfold.

“you saying you can read minds now, you freak?” your relationship with satoru always had that dynamic. toji usually got very annoyed whenever he was in the same room as the two of you, he tried to pull you away or make an excuse for you two to go back to his place. deep down you knew he felt some type of way whenever you and satoru banter like that.

“please you’re so transparent i wonder how megumi haven’t seen it yet, i'm concerned that he might need glasses…”

“just say what you want to say, satoru.”

gojo, on the other hand, didn’t need an instinct to see how jealous and possessive toji could be when he was around. all that gojo needed to say was one word to trigger the old man.

“every time you see megumi you think about him, don’t you?” he takes a step in your direction while you sink in your chair looking away, “senpai.”

gojo never showed respect for anyone, he was scolded several times by yaga because of it, utahime tried to hit him whenever she could, demanding formal treatment since she was his upperclassmen. but you, for whatever reason he decided, was the only one he used that honorific with.

“he’s his kid, of course i’ll—“

“ever since i heard about your breakup you’ve been acting like everything is fine, except for when you see megumi, then you frown,” gojo extends his index and taps the space between your eyebrows “and your cursed energy increases” he then sits on your desk looking down at you, “don’t tell me megumi had anything to do with why toji—“

“of course not” you interrupt him, although megumi was never fond of you, you know he’s a good kid and wouldn’t try to get in the way of your relationship with his father. as far as you know, he’s not particularly close to his old man either, actually, anything related to toji — bets, races, you — is automatically disregarded by him.

“then you gotta stop looking at him like he did something, or before you realize your energy towards him will become hostile and i can’t let that happen” gojo’s tone became more severe, it’s one of those rare times where he drops the playful persona in order to get serious. truthfully, megumi did nothing, but you can't unsee toji when you look at him, especially after seeing what your ex-boyfriend used to look like in the few pictures he showed you once. it never occurred to you before, since you barely saw megumi anyways, you're not his sensei and in your free time you were with toji so there wasn't much free time. you supposed gojo is right, pushing your hurt feelings away only makes them come out stronger when you see anything that reminds you of him.

“that’s not gonna happen, i have my energy under control” you cross your arms, feeling exposed under gojo’s gaze even through the mask.

he stays quiet for a second, then his annoying tone is back.

“what did you even see in him anyways? he’s definitely not a good guy.”

“that’s rude, toji is—“

“did you think you could change him or something?”

“i— no, why—“

“from what megumi said he was cheap as fuck so it was definitely not the money” he rubs his chin.

“gojo, i swear—“

“was it the sex?”

you widen your eyes and close your mouth, not having a simple answer for that.

“jackpot” satoru whispers.

“fuck off, satoru” you raise from your seat but he raises too, blocking your way and trapping you against the black board and his body.

“you stayed with that guy for years just for the sex?” he has a mocking tone that makes your blood boil.

“no! and that’s none of your goddamn business.”

“and you’ve broken up, what? two months ago? you’ve been all this time without sex?” you raise your hand ready to slap his face or punch his nose but he sees your movements faster and catches your wrist, “don’t be like that senpai, your energy is getting hostile again” he takes all the time in the world lowering his blindfold and letting his hair fall down while staring at you with those freaking blue eyes, “although, on second thought i think that might be mm sexual frustration? it’s a color i never seen in you before” he grabs your wrist firmly.

“you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“oh but i do, senpai. i’m just wondering how you haven’t downloaded a dating app or tried to rub one off yet” gojo knows exactly which buttons to press to make you wanna stab him, or worst, make you wanna fuck him.

gojo gets closer to your face, so close you can smell his aftershave, and just the realization that it’s a different scent from the one you were so used to makes your heart ache and your clit throb.

“or did you?” he’s fast, gojo catches your phone on top of the table putting it right in front of your face to unlock then moving away from you to check it, “definitely no dating apps” you yell his name and try to snatch your phone back but he puts infinity on and you can’t reach him, “browser history?”

“satoru, you have no right, gimme that” your face is hot with shame.

“nothing either, well i suppose your camera roll…”

“no!”

“aha” he deactivates the invisible shield and right when you think you can retrieve your phone he turns you around, holding your arms behind your back and pressing your back against his chest, “is that what you use to get off?” he puts the phone in front of you, it’s opened in the gallery, more specifically in a part filled with lewd videos and photos.

“not bad, you could make some cash outta this” gojo puts his chin on your shoulder, playing a video which clearly was filmed by toji, his dick is getting in and out of you from behind, he gets a close look with the phone, his glistening dick shining under the flashlight while your pussy stretches to accommodate him. you press your legs together remembering the feeling, you’re not even struggling to get out of gojo’s hold by the time the video ends.

“you don’t need to get off by yourself, you know?” he smells your hair and kisses your ear, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“that was forever ago” you reply, at the time you thought satoru was going to use that against you, just wait for an opportunity to drop that bomb on toji’s lap and proudly say he fucked his girlfriend before, but whatever image you had of him back then was proved wrong since no one knows about your little escape with gojo till this very day.

“and wasn’t it good? huh?” he presses, sucking the spot on your neck that has you throwing your head back.

“yeah, it was” you confess, too sensible from the light touches to rethink your answers.

“see? i can make you feel good so you don’t become a little monster” he trails his hand on your thigh, pushing your skirt up until he finds your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you then pressing a finger on your clit.

“so charitable of you” you mumble sarcastically.

“i would gladly do this favor to you” he replies in the same tone, “even though you still own me.”

“for what?!” you close your legs around his hand turning your head around to look him in the face, not even considering a world where satoru did you any favors.

“for raising your boyfriend’s son? you really think you would’ve had a sex life with an eight year old summoning pets around the house?” he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t pretend like you did that out of the goodness in your heart, if megumi didn’t have the ten shadows you wouldn’t have bat an eye if toji sold him to the zenin’s or whomever.”

“you sound just like him” gojo’s eyes get darker, now he has your clit slowly rolling between his thumb and index over your underwear.

“besides— hng i came in the picture years after you took megumi… so don’t blame me” you wiggle your ass on his crotch.

“a ‘thank you my favourite kohai’ wouldn’t hurt” you sincerely laugh at that, never thinking of satoru as your underclassmen since that fucking minx is everyone’s exception on their cursed technique due to how powerful he is, so him being below you somehow was never a posibility, at least not strength wide.

satoru pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing the wetness all over your pussy and teasing your entrance.

“five years” you murmur as he inserts a finger then pulls it back to join his middle one too and go back in.

“hm?” satoru gets quieter, after talking so much and having so many things to say you’re surprised he stayed silent for a whole minute.

“last time you fucked me, it was five years ago” you get comfortable on his hold, his leg is between yours, serving as support for you to lean on while he scissors you.

“that long huh…” he sounds… sad? no, maybe nostalgic.

“crazy, right? so much has—“ you sigh when he curls his fingers, “changed.”

satoru take a long sniff of your hair, keeping a pleasing rhythm with his hand, it feels like giving someone a massage. he could go crazy and have you stripped out of your uniform a while ago, fucked you on your desk and left after marking your body and giving your ass a mean slap.

he could still do that, but whatever feeling bloomed in his chest has him enjoying this moment with you in his hold, stroking your insides and smelling your shampoo while discreetly rocking his hips on your behind for some relief.

he almost feels sleepy, the relaxed state has his mind going other places. he thinks of a world where he can tease you under your uniform every other day, you would tell him the school is no such a place for that then the day ends and you go home with him, holding hands, and finally when you arrive home he gets to finish what he started. then, he cooks whatever quick meal he can find the ingredients for since he knows you don't like to cook, afterwards you fall asleep on his lap on the couch as he strokes your hair, your belly is full, your heart is warm, you feel loved and he feels—

“toru~” he comes out of the trance he fell at when you call for him, he thinks for a second you were calling his name cause you felt he was off, but in reality you were calling him cause you are getting close, “right there” your breathy moans makes gojo smile and kiss your temple.

“where? here?” he pretends to not know, when the truth is he never actually forgot after your first time together, “right here, senpai?”

“y-yeah” you throw your head back, shutting your eyes to give in to the orgasm. gojo looks down at your pretty face, he feels the urge to kiss you right now, but he wants you to ask for it first. your walls clench around his fingers, he strokes that spot sweetly, like he's caressing a pet.

which is an ironic comparison since he’s the one that would gladly accept being your pet.

when you open your eyes gojo is staring at you silently through half lid eyes, it is truly a shame that he keeps those hidden for so long.

“desk, now” you demand needly.

“yes ma'am” gojo picks you up easily, moving the papers on top of the table to the floor.

you immediately go for his belt, choosing not to comment on the wet spot on his pants.

you feel a pressure on your chin as he guides your head up to look at him.

“ask me” he pleads.

“for what?”

“for a kiss” you smile, looking at his lips and how inviting they look. you ponder if you should tease him for it, since he's been teasing you with words a lot today, but then you chose to comply, despite going through your phone without our permission and claiming your frustration comes from lack of dick, he's actually being good to you.

“gimme a kiss” you raise your chin higher, he gazes at your lips and eyes, looking for something other than lust, yet he gives in, sealing your lips with his trying to keep his mind away from thinking of the man that had your lips previous to him. and how dumb that motherfucker is to let you go.

gojo's lips are soft, he starts gently which feels foreign to you, but it doesn't take long before his hand presses your lower back, pulling you closer until his cock hits your clothed cunt. the warmth he feels is enough to relish the passion in him, he kisses you harder, tongue intruding your mouth like he's trying to devour you.

the wet kiss also awakens your urge for him, you pull his cock from his underwear in the tiny space between his and your crotch, the second it's out it's already against your folds, the leaking tip hot against your skin.

“nuh-uh you better have a rubber” you push your knee onto gojo’s pelvis when he starts to rub himself on you to spread your wetness on his shaft.

“did you make toji wear one too?” he raises a questionable eyebrow at you, willing to bet all his heritage on the answer.

“he had to earn that privilege” you reach for gojo’s wallet, not failing to notice the black cards and considerable amount of cash, “i don’t know what you do after 6 so…” you take the packs, ripping it open yourself and rolling on him. with a face and body like his you doubt gojo spends most nights by himself.

“unbelievable…”

“satoru” you warn stroking him slowly, “can i get another kiss?” you bat your lashes. gojo comes closer, his nose even touches yours, then you feel his hands on your waist, turning you around till your elbows and chest are against the table and your skirt is being flipped over, underwear pushed down.

“you have to earn it, senpai” he spits the words against your ear as he pushes his dick into you. until a few moments ago, satoru was composed, happy to accept whatever crumbles you chose to give him. you managed to trigger him by saying toji still had something he couldn't have.

he's still gonna go through this — that's how whipped he is for you — though now he’ll be less gentle.

his cockhead hits your spot, nothing accidental of course, satoru knows your spots like the back of his hand. you whine and arch your back, satoru pouts realizing he won't get to suck some hickeys on the skin of your back and shoulder, not now at least, but the night is young.

“c'mon satoru, don't be like that” you look over your shoulder, licking your lips at the sight of him sweaty, flushed and frowny.

the sound of his name in your voice makes him want to cum on the spot, he dips his head on your neck sighing, not stopping thrusting your behind. he wanted to feel you so badly, why the fuck did you make him wear a condom? he's clean, of course he is, he's gojo satoru for heaven's sake! even viruses are afraid of him.

or was it something else you feared?

“hey… you on the pill?” he lifts his head slightly, his voice still muffled by the material of your dress.

“you’re not fucking me raw, satoru.”

“just wondering… you said you didnt wear a condom with him, so what kept you from getting knocked up?” he wiggles his hand between you and the surface of your table till hes palming your belly.

“you keep bringing toji up a lot, obsessed much?” you tease him, avoiding the answer, gojo pinches your clit.

“please, he wishes. now tell me. iud? implant? injections?” you push him away turning around then pulling him back.

“okay, you clearly had sex ed classes, now shut up and fuck me right” gojo takes your leg and places on his shoulder, you bite your fist to contain your moan, the new position makes easier for him to nudge your clit with his pelvis.

“i could be fucking you better, you know how?” he bites the skin of your leg, not harshly but enough to make you yelp, he smiles, giving a particular hard thrust that makes your eyes roll.

“condom stay on, satoru, i can’t risk getting preg—“ you slap your mouth. satoru stops.

“you’re not… on anything?”

“listen you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?” you cover your face, “i had a pregnancy scare a few years ago so… gosh why am i even telling you this…”

“go on” gojo massages your thigh.

“toji got a vasectomy. birth control wasn’t working for me anymore and it was only a matter of time before— well it doesn't matter. you can see why you have to use it right?” you place your elbows on the table, sitting up enough to see the look on his face, it’s not what your expected to see.

satoru looks like a child that just found out where his parents keep all the sweets. he’s grinning, dick throbbing.

“yeah, i see now” he bends, holding your neck and kissing you, he makes the kiss feel like a ‘thank you for trusting me’ but if this was a cartoon his shadow would have horns and a pointy tail.

all he can think now is exactly how to make you his, he can sweet talk you into allowing him to hit it raw, promising to pull it out, then… whoopsie.

the new discovery gives him a different kind of stamina.

“don’t worry, your secret is safe with me” he kisses your cheek after leaving you breathless.

he plunges in and out, a rhythm that has you seeing stars. gojo craves you so much, he’s quite bothered by all the clothes and the need to keep it down, otherwise he would have torn your dress apart and have you screaming by now.

“fuck— keep doing that” you run your nails on his undercut, gojo mewls and take your other leg, pushing it further to go deeper. he sees the white ring around his cock, getting high on the sigh of it combined with your pussy illuminated by the natural light coming from the window behind him.

he wonders if toji ever fucked you in a classroom like this, then he shakes his head, not allowing the image to form in his mind, instead he focus on you, and how your pretty face contorts as your orgasm approaches once again.

“so fucking pretty” he whispers quietly.

you attempt to lower your legs. feeling it’s gonna be too much.

“nuh-uh keep them here” he pushes back, “so tight” he closes his eyes.

you’re a moaning mess at this point, almost forgetting where you are.

“that’s right, let it go baby” your legs shake as your orgasm hits you, satoru can see the shape of your cursed energy peaking then getting softer.

he fucks you a little more, trying not to think about the condom trapping his dream of knocking you up.

god, you would look so fucking gorgeous carrying his baby, all round up for him to showcase around. he would do anything for you, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

if only…

“fuck“ he fucks his load — into the condom unfortunately.

after the initial high goes away he starts to hear his students asking where he went and why he’s taking so long, “wait here, i’ll take you home.”

“you don’t have to” you smile, poking his cheek.

“oh i do, i’m not done with you” he takes your hand from his nape and gives it a kiss before pulling out and throwing that despicable rubber into the bin, making a mental note to empty that bin outside where the evidence of what happened between two teachers is not so easily discoverable.

you sit up adjusting your dress and looking around, “did you see my…”

“nope” gojo leaves the classroom pushing the material of your panties further into his pocket.

gojo had the weekend of his dreams, he convinced you to stay in his place that night and the next one too, he rubbed your sore legs after you came so much you were spasming then made you breakfast, it almost made him believe of a happy ending for the two of you.

a dream that was shattered when, a few days later you returned from a mission and stood by the entrance of the school kissing… toji.

gojo watches the scene from above, a frown on his face.

“yeah i was surprised too” he almost forgot that megumi was with him, “thought she finally created some sense” he confesses.

gojo doesn’t say anything, he watches silently as you tiptoe to kiss toji, the fucker doesn’t even hold you right, he keeps his hand in his pockets and lets you with all the effort.

“meet you in the classroom in five” gojo disappears from megumi’s sight.

on your way to report your mission to yaga you see satoru leaning against a tree. you say his name in a surprised manner, not having prepared what to tell him beforehand.

“listen, i— hm… i thought you should know that toji and i are back, so—”

“did you tell him?” his arms are crossed.

“about… us? of course not.”

“why? don’t you think he should know?” you hear the challenge in his tone.

“no, and you’re not gonna say a word to him either” you step closer to him, trying to look intimidating which can be difficult due to the height difference, “may i remind you that between the three of us there’s a teen boy who would not appreciate the drama.”

“look at you, using fushiguro as an scapegoat” he smiles at the look of anger forming on your features, “it’s fine, i’m just a bit surprised at how quick you were to go back to him, that’s all.”

“let’s be real, satoru. it’s not like you were going to take me on a date or anything” gojo pulls you by your wrist, your body hits his, the sudden proximity has your eyes widening, anyone could see you and take the wrong conclusion. i mean, it wouldn’t be wrong but you didn’t want any conclusions to be taken for that matter.

“this is not going to be the last time and i don’t give a damn if you’re dating him or married or widowed.”

“satoru!” you shout his name in a whisper, immediately rejecting the idea of becoming a widow.

“you can tell toji or not, i don’t mind fighting him” he pushes himself out of the tree and past you. megumi is grown now, of course he still needs a lot of coaching regarding his skills, but emotionally speaking, he’s been a grown up since he was six.

before going to his classroom as promised, he teleports himself to yours, picking up the bouquet he left at your desk then teleporting to the fountain across the campus where he rips the paper that holds the flowers together and lets it all fall into the water.

satoru watches it for a moment, hurt but still decided to go through with his plan.

he wonders what would you tell toji if you got pregnant, maybe you could convince him the child is his, a miracle. then when the kid comes out with white hair and blue eyes you’ll have no choice other than be with him, the father of your child, the man who truly loves you. gojo satoru.