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Just thinking about how long satoru’s fingers are and how easily they would slip inside you, hitting all the right spots you couldn’t reach on your own. :,(

Idk why I didn't think to add this before but Yuta's shoes are also white, and the drawstring on his pants. Like Gojo knew that kid was super depressed and just wanted him to be comfortable. He even gets a black t-shirt for under the jacket.

What's special about both of these cases though is that these kids were sentenced to execution - they didn't get to enroll like normal and have an option to fill out the customization form (tbh I suspect that Nobara's grandmother kept that from her bc if she knew, there was no way she'd be talked out of moving to Tokyo).

Even if they did have the time and opportunity to choose their own uniforms, it would have stressed them out. Yuuta was suicidal and Yuuji had a lot to suddenly prepare for his grandfather's death and moving. He was always indecisive about clothes anyway, which is the only reason he wears hoodies so often.

No one else at either Jujutsu school - though they all wear different uniforms - has another color on theirs. I doubt students even have the option to change that, as it only happens under special circumstances and when requested by Gojo.

No one ever seems to notice or address this, except for Yuuji pointing out that his is different from Fushiguro's and has a hood. At that time, he had only seen those two uniforms.

Gojo always has this reputation for being out of touch, oblivious to the feelings of those around him. But as someone with sensory issues and a rare power that sets him constantly apart from others, I think he rly put the effort in to make sure they felt good in their uniforms. It's so sweet but the only time anyone mentions that is when Fushiguro said "be careful, Gojo has a habit of doing that/is quirky like that (depending on the translation)".

Gojo misses social cues and he doesn't always bend to fit in with social constructs, I mean he wears blindfolds in public ffs, but he really does try to empathize and do what's best for those around him, especially his students.

My thoughts on Yuuji's customized school uniform

Fushiguro said that Gojo has a habit of doing that sort of thing- but he only did it for Yuuta and Yuuji.

Yuuta has the white jacket to represent Rika. Pale and external but covering him. Something that might be removed.

Yuuji's hood, shoes, and the shirt under his jacket are red. Red like sukuna's fingies and eyes, or like Yuuji's old shoes. Always a part of him.

Yuuji's pants also have a different shape. They're wider and shorter. I think Gojo was taking precautions to have Sukuna's vessel easy to recognize in a crowd, but to also let Yuuji be comfortable. He was facing a lot of change and loss in a short time, and Gojo recognized that. So the uniform fits like the clothes he would usually wear.

I don't know if this was to pacify the higher ups on Gojo taking in first years with special grade curses that didn't know anything about jujutsu. It could have been his own, unusually responsible choice.

Nobara didn't even know that the uniforms were customizable and I'm still sad that we don't get to see what she would have chosen.

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CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, spit kink, heavy degradation, heavy dirty talk, swallowing, creampie, rough sex, cumming inside, oral sex (m and f), aftercare (sort of), noncon, blackmailing, pet play, heavy degradation. Intimidation, manipulation, Everything is consensual, dehumanization, control issues death threats, teasing, begging, vaginal fingering, public sex, barking, creampie, cumming inside, slut shaming, finger fucking, finger sucking, cum eating, unprotected sex, face fucking, breeding kink, swallowing, barking, oral (f and m), oral sex, spit kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, multiple round, rough sex, doggy style, car sex, biting, blood play, cum marking, pet names (dollface, pretty girl, sweet girl, darling, good girl, little one, baby girl. girl (like a dog), little puppy, honey, sweetheart) wc: ~9.5

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Cameras flash in your face and the sparks would blind you if you weren’t so used to the harsh treatment on your retinas. This has been a lifelong thing for you with a father for a politician and your entire family within the public’s eye. You’ve never known a minute without your photo being taken and having to be perfect and ready for it. The car approaches quickly and you run the same routine, smiling and waving until you’re behind the tinted windows. You let out a deep breath and shake the tension off your shoulders.

Your driver brings you and your parents home in silence and you groan as you kick your shoes off for the night. You’re sure to wish your parents a good night as you head upstairs to wash this day off of you. Interview after interview – fuck, you’re exhausted. This campaign is coming to an end. The last two years have not been for nothing. The projections say that your father has it in the bag and will likely be inaugurated as the president this winter and life will be all the more easier. You let out a deep breath as you recline in the bath, letting the soap and oils ease the stress from your drained body. You have to stop yourself from falling asleep in the water.

Several minutes pass by. The stress is finally at bay. You breathe steadily and let the world around you vanish for the most part. Before you’re able to cross the bridge into the city of absolute relaxation, your phone chimes. You curse under your breath. Who the fuck could possibly still want something from you? You scheduled everything in the way of interviews up to the next fifteen days. You squint your eyes at your phone, eyes scanning over the text you’ve just received.

Your eyes blow wide at the text. ‘I have pictures of your father that could really fuck his campaign up and I’m gonna sell them to the highest bidding news source if you don’t meet me,’ it reads.

This has to be bullshit. Just some internet troll that somehow got your phone number. You’ll head to your service provider in the morning and get it changed. Problem solved. Your finger annoyingly hits the side button on the device and you place it back on the table before nuzzling back into your bath. Out of sight out of mind, right? No such fucking thing. It buzzes a couple of times this time. Whoever this person is, they’re very committed to this troll. You groan, pissed that you’re unable to just decompress in peace without the media circus finding its way into your life – into your bath. And it’s only going to get worse once you’re the daughter of the president. You climb out, not bothering to towel off just yet.

Another ding sounds throughout the silent room, save for the sound of your shivering body and water droplets dripping onto the tile. A photo appears. The woman in it is a stranger to you but the man Is no doubt your father. The two of them are locked in an embrace and your dad’s lips are attached to her neck as she giggles at the affection. You examine the photo, longer than you’d like to see your father kiss a woman that isn’t your mom. It’s just one picture, you think. They aren’t doing anything all that bad. This could be photoshopped for all you or anyone else knows. This can be killed easily. Ding. “Fuck!” And you feel like throwing your phone at the next image you receive. The pair can be seen in a new setting, a more private one. Looks like the camera was able to capture an image of the two through a hotel room window… doing something that you don’t want to see your father doing at all.

You slam the phone down and clench your fists as you wrack your brain to figure out what the next move should be. What’s the best course of action here? You can’t tell your father. He'll freak out and try to get this reporter killed. It doesn’t have to get that bad. This person just wants money and you have plenty of it. Before you can think of your next move, you’re shucking on your jeans and buttoning the top you had on earlier, hair still dripping and being sure to cover your lower face with a black face mask. No reason the psycho needs to see your face. He already knows what you look like.

During the ride to the address this reporter mentioned, you check your account. Good. You won’t have to move any money. It can just come right out of your pocket. Your parents would likely notice this late at night. It’s almost unsettling, being extorted like this and having your personal driver bring you to the bad side of town like this in the middle of the night. “Would you like me to stay and wait for you?” Your driver asks, watching hesitantly as you step out of the car and into the night. You survey your surroundings. It’s not that you’re particularly afraid to be here or even of the person that’s blackmailing you. You shake your head no when you realize that. You’re not afraid. If anything, you’re angry.

Who does this reporter think he is? It’s so fucking weird of them to think that it’s even remotely acceptable to drop information of infidelity like this on someone; especially regarding their own fucking parents. You drown in your thoughts in the night as you await the person that could ruin your family in a matter of a few tweets. It could be so easy. They could do it in seconds – but you’re confident that you could fix this. Fuck, all they want is hush money. You’ll pay an amount higher than the pictures are worth to begin with and go home – back to bed and never see them again. Whether you know it or not, your politician father has had his share of reporters approach him with private photos and empty threats.

Before long, another car approaches you and blocks off the alley to anyone who would want to peer into it. Your heart races and, for the first time that night, you wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. It’s like you’ve completely forgotten that you’re a public figure before you decided to meet a stranger in the dark like this with such high stakes circumstances prompting the meeting in the first place. “No way.” A man, a flash of white blonde hair and blue eyes that seem to glow in the dark assaults your vision as the reporter steps out of the car and greets you, a sly smile playing on his lips. Your eyes linger on the plump smirk. “You actually showed up. The country’s sweetheart is really here, ready to do anything to protect dear daddy.” Arrogance leaks from his every word. He adjusts the black-rimmed glasses on his nose with a lone finger before shoving the spindly fingers back into his pant’s pockets.

He’s taunting. Attractive and basically a human tree, but taunting you. You shake any strange thoughts out of your head and get down to business. “How much do you want?” You do your best to look menacing towards the man. His muscles flex in the open, burly arms hardly shielded by the thin black undershirt he’s wearing. He seems unfazed by the night air in such threadbare clothes.

“How much do I want for what?” He towers over you, arrogant and playing dumb; just testing you to see how far he can go with you. You spoiled little rich girl. You’re adorable though. Stupid enough to leave the safety of the near-palace you live in and meet a shady stranger out of loyalty to your cheating father. God, if he were an abductor, the ransom money he could get for a rose like you would be astronomical – but he shakes the thought out of his head. Would be so easy but too damn risky.

You groan at the annoying game he’s playing with you. It doesn’t help that you’re spiraling and worried for everything you’ve watched your father work his entire life for. You can’t help but think of all of the days and nights where he would neglect your family because he was busy with work. He always promised that things would get better after he won the election. There would be time to actually see him, vacations, outings, everything you’ve craved and lacked in your unstable home environment. “Just name your price.”

Frustration burns at your skin. If you can’t convince this man to not leak those images, those easy days that you were promised will never come. You’ll never know that easy life that your father promised because he won’t win over this country with solid proof of him being a lying hypocrite flooding the news sources.

Satoru puts his thumb under your chin, smiling at the tear that escapes your left eye. He was supposed to get a good amount of money to kill this story but he wasn’t expecting you to be so young and attractive. Am I really about to do this? Kind of a slimy thing to do, he thinks. His employer is going to expect him to return with some money in hand from the future president’s pockets. But there may be something much more valuable than money at his fingertips right now. “I could be convinced to kill this tabloid trash if you were willing to pay me off with… something else.” You shiver in the cold air and look up at him, hopefulness burning in those big pretty eyes – and he’s looking so forward to crushing that hope, to fucking all of your hope right out of your head. “A night with the president’s daughter is worth more than all of the president’s riches.”

Satoru can hear your breath hitch in your throat, sees the first few traces of panic in those irises (exactly what he wanted) and licks his lips at your shock. “I’m not askin’ anything too crazy, dollface. Just a little fun right here and now and I’ll totally kill your story. I mean, dear old daddy is worth it, right?” The disgusting edge in his voice pisses you off like nothing else and you hate that he’s nearly right. This is life and death the two of you are talking about. Is your father worth it? It's not like he’s been there for you in your entire existence. You hardly know each other as well as a father and daughter should but it’s… because of my career, he would remind you every time you complained to him in tears. He’s never there for you and, in those photos, he’s not there for your mother either.

You’re about to refuse and just face the music when memories that you’ve never made hit you in waves. A beach day with your family that you’ve never had, a family dinner that the three of you never had time for, Sunday outings that could be when he’s got more free time. All of that will never be if this beast of a man does what he’s threatening. “And I know this isn’t the first time that you’ve had to slut that presidential pussy out over something small and stupid like this.” He almost says that as if he’s wondering what the holdup is. Why haven’t you bent yourself at the knees and set yourself on a mission to pleasure him yet? What’s taking you so long to accept his proposal? Gojo’s seen your eyes flicker back and forth between the ground and the obvious eight inch print in his pants.

“You have no idea how wrong you are, scumbag.” Your words bite but they go straight to his dick. The ice in the meager words only make him want to work harder, make him tease you all the more.

Satoru grunts, leaning in towards you a bit more to get a better look at that pretty face beyond the dimness of the alley. “What, are you a virgin?” He’s just teasing, like always. Though, he would believe you if you admitted that to be true. From the way you’re shaking, he can tell that it’s not out of being cold but being ashamed, wondering what’s wrong with you that you’re even considering entertaining this blackmail. “Just say yes, pretty girl.” He coaxes, proving you right that he Is a scumbag.

You don’t speak, too stunned and maybe too disappointed in yourself. Where the fuck is your mind? You’re a smart level-headed woman. How could you let yourself be put in a situation like this? You stop puzzling your way out of this when you realize that there isn’t one and swallow shallowly. All you want is to find happiness with your family but that’ll never happen with this threat of a man smirking in front of you and fully prepared to ruin everything. “Okay.” Your eyes blow wide in shock, right along with his icey pupils, almost as if you’re shocked that your mouth curved to say that word; to consent under blackmail like this.

He places a hand on your cheek and feels his chest swell with satisfaction when he feels the moisture under his rough palm. Gojo pulls your face mask down. “I knew youd have a pretty face, perfect to fuck.” You’re already in tears, already so wet and pliant for him and when he swipes his thumb across your most sensitive area to find wetness and shame there too, he may lose his self-control. “Are you sure, sweet girl?” And maybe he’s being cruel, teasing too much. He knows that you’re on the fence and nerve-stricken. Nothing to worry for though. He’ll loosen you right up – a quick fix and a proven method.

Things happen fast (at least in your head). You don’t see his move because your eyes are squeezed shut out of nervousness but the surface of the brick wall on your sensitive skin is evident when Satoru pushes you back so that he can sandwich your body between him and the rocky surface. His hands shamelessly press into the exposed skin of your shoulder. Goosebumps pop up against his gruff and calloused hand. Good. Gojo likes it when his girls cower a little. His lips curve up into a smile that he wishes you could see, wishes he could use his terrifying smirk to scare you and get you all the more wet but your eyes refuse to open – even when his daring palm travels down your shoulder, plays with your neck just to feel your breath hitch and coddles your left breast.

Your reactions are instantaneous and oh-so-motivating. You shiver once again, almost as if your body is trying to shake his touch away on instinct but when he flicks his thumb against your hardening bud, the muted moan you let out is all that he wanted. Your lips let small sobs exit your lips when Gojo brings his other hand in on the activity and moves them faster, like you’re his favorite video game now.

You bite your lip out of something that just has to be sheer embarrassment but it’s not long before the slimeball can tell that you’re enjoying this. He’s in like a wrecking ball and it barely took any convincing. It’s almost boring without a little chase but he assumes that you were just that needy for a little attention. Could’ve been anyone, he thinks. He can tell that you want to moan his name, but can’t because you don’t know it. You wanna feel it on your tongue and pass through those pretty lips. The brute didn’t introduce himself properly. “You can call me, Satoru Gojo.” And when you hear his gruff voice in your ears, feel his warm breath fan your cheeks, and the vibrations of his speech, every single one of those sensations goes right to the pit of your stomach and causes a familiar uncomfortable heat.

“Why don’t you say it, darling?” Hands. Those sneaky hands that have always had their ways of ending up in places that they had no business in, snake their way down your waist to untuck your top and play with the hem of your jeans. “Come on, say it.” He’s the devil. He’s just gotta be. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction that he’s seeking out in you. You don’t want him to win; although you know he already has.

Satoru Gojo is, by no means, a shy man. He’s not a pace yourself, beat around the bush, test the waters kind of guy either. When his index and middle finger find their way between your legs to roll circles on the most sensitive part of your body, he’s not slow about it. He’s earnest and hard working from the first point of contact, getting those cute little moans to reach decibels you’ve never met before. When your hands leave your sides to shoot up and wrap around his broad shoulders for support, he knows that he’s got you right where he wants you and that you’re not going any fucking where.

Your breathing gets heavy and you’re not helping your ‘not a virgin’ case by getting so riled up by a few touches and teasing through denim like this. He thumbs at the button of your jeans before unsnapping it entirely, definitely not a test the waters type of brute. Come on, you’re a big girl. Your flesh is slick and only getting wetter when he dives his hand into your panties. A finger eases its way into your fluttering hole and he can tell that, while you want more, this is enough. How pathetic of you to be able to cum from so little. He’ll have to train you properly. The thought alone forces Satoru to deviously smile to himself. You’re clinging to him like a lifeline. You’re a crying wet mess and this most definitely isn’t about saving your family’s reputation anymore. You want it more than he ever did and, fuck, that puts you in a bad spot because now he’s going to tease and toy with you until you’re begging him rather that the other way around. “Be a good girl, why don’t you? Give me what I asked for.”

When the fog in your head clears, you do finally open your mouth for something other than one of your pathetic little moans or pleas. “Bastard.” But you’re not very intimidating like this, rutting your hips against his fingers like a dog in heat and leaving a trail of spit and tears to streak down your pretty face. Gojo tsks at your defiance. He likes his bitches good and obedient. This simply won’t do, will it? You’re pushing it. Maybe a cute little thing but someone’s gotta instill a little respect in you. “Don’t overestimate how bad I want to fuck you, little one. Do as I say.” He growls, fingers entering at a punishing pace to match the strictness of his words. “I’m still in control here. Say that too.” His voice grows a little more restless. “Stop your whore moaning and say it.” And, at this point, his slim alabaster fingers are fucking you so fast that you can barely feel the difference between pain and pleasure. He’s so good, as if he does this all the time. And with those looks, you wouldn’t be surprised. If Satoru hadn’t been blackmailing you at this very moment you’d probably want to fuck him anyway.

Soon, those fingers are more than good. They’re working hard and inching you closer and closer to that edge, threatening to push you over and have you squirting a mess all over his palms and the pavement of the alley. “You’re one dumb bitch if you think I’m gonna let you cum on my hand before you give me what I asked for.” He’s demanding, not slowing, and feels like he’s trying to hurt you more than anything else from the way his two fingers work at you.

You swallow the lump in your throat along with your pride. He’s acting childish but you want to cum so badly. Just do as he says, you have to remind yourself. “S-Satoru.” You moan out, his name more than welcome on your tongue. Each syllable is punctuated by a particularly harsh thrust of the skilled digits. When you blink through your tears to meet his ocean eyes, he’s still waiting – not fucking his fingers into you as fast as he was before and not satisfying you quite yet. Say it, baby, Gojo’s eyes speak to you. “You’re the one,” You hiccup between words. “You’re the one in control of me, Satoru.” It’s a little humiliating. The irritation he’s causing you burns under your skin. Now that he’s gotten what he wants, fucking immature brat, you let yourself cling to his broad neck even more and pant against his throat – ready to cum on his fingers.

Satoru tuts at you, wondering how someone of such privilege could be so fucking dense. He retreats his sneaky fingers, holding them up in the air to watch them glisten in the moonlight before shoving them into his mouth and humming at the taste of what you left clinging to his skin. He speaks up to erase that confused look of your pretty stupid face when he pulls the soaking fingers off his tongue. “You’re dumber than I thought you were if you think I’m gonna let you cum before I do.” And he’s harsh. He’s so mean, fucking criminal and a bully. You’re thinking of all the things you’re gonna have him charged with when this is all over. The amount of laws that he’s so casually breaking is annoying the hell out of you. You really think you’re invincible slimeball? Think again. Come morning time, he’ll be dealt with.

You can’t ignore the aching he left between your legs and when Gojo pulls his dick out of his pants to bask in front of your pretty face, you’re not sure how far you would go to get a taste. It’s almost too pretty to deny, and just pretty enough to beg for. His dick looks like he pumps out strawberry flavored cum.

“You want this dick, don’t you?” Your mouth almost salivates at the sight, eyes haven’t left the appendage since it was exposed to you and now you’re just staring without shame. Gojo’s dick is plenty beautiful – long and pale with spidery blue veins running down the shaft, pumping blood throughout the whole thing. It’s pink and angry and dribbling pre at the tip, looks more than worthy of sucking on. If he’d feel so inclined, you’d let him suffocate you with the abomination. “You want it, girl?” His voice raises and he almost sounds as if he’s talking to his pet or something. “Want the bone?” A queasy feeling creeps over you at the words. He’s called you plenty of pet names so far but… “Huh, girl? Want this cock on your tongue?” This is different. You nod, still not learning your lesson and wondering how far Satoru could possibly go? How weird could he possibly get? You’re not above begging for it, getting turned on at the idea anyway. You’re already drafting begging words that are sure to drive any man crazy with lust when he speaks up once more and letting his words fully throw you for a loop.

“Bark then.” He says with the most innocent look on his face. He smiles a toothy grin, eyes disappearing into mischievous crescents. You’re lost, stumped. This is a first. Gojo looks at you and almost bursts out laughing at your confusion. Ignorance or innocence, he wonders. Doesn’t matter. You’re about to learn exactly how to please a freak like him – a lesson that he wishes he could charge you money for. Details. Minor details. His hand presses flat against your head and he gently pushes you to your knees to kneel in front of him. Satoru indulges you a little by tapping his tip on your cheek before trailing a wet line along to your lips for you to lick at, tasting a bit of his precum. “Want you to bark, sweetie. Bark like a dog.” Another sweet smile while saying and demanding the most vile shit.

A dog? How dehumanizing. Your words from before sting your tongue. You said it yourself. He made sure that you understood, likely in anticipation for this very moment. Satoru Gojo is in full control of this situation – in full control of you. “Come on, Y/N. Be a good girl for me.” The smile is unfaltering. Fuck him. Seriously. Fuck him. The need he created between your legs is burning you alive and not getting any better with the time you’re wasting time here by avoiding his demand. Once again, you have to will yourself to just give in. To just do what he wants. There are so many reasons to just… obey him. Like a good girl would.

The remnants of his pre on your bottom lip still coat your tongue and you have to fight the impulse to dart it out of your mouth in search of more. You could have it all if you just behaved though. Remember what you’re fighting for, you peptalk yourself as you part your lips to give Satoru yet another reason to laugh at what he’s gradually reducing you to. “W-wha-woof…” You stutter out and before you’re even finished the empty alley erupts with Gojo’s laughter.

“Wow!” He exclaims, palm still flat against the top of your head to keep you from moving out of frustration of anything akin. “You really did it! You really fucking barked for me! Stick your tongue out and do it again for me, baby!” Tears flood your vision. If you weren’t crying hard before, you definitely are now – brand new to the sensation of being unbelievably horny and distressed at the same time.

You stick your pink tongue out and let it dangle like a puppy would as you let another bark out. Your eyes train on Gojo’s and don’t break contact for even a second as you impersonate his pet and give him exactly what he wants. “Woof, w-woof.” You choke halfway through and garble on tears that dip into your mouth. Humiliation isn’t even the word. Your knees are sore, your makeup is trashed, your pussy is throbbing and Gojo’s still fucking laughing at you. The impish laughter doesn’t halt even when he’s gripping the back of your head with a brutally tight fist and pushing your face towards the monster of a cock. “This has to be an all time low for someone like you.” And he’s so right. You hate it with the fire of a thousand suns but he’s so right.

You let yourself give him as much sass as he gives before you allow him to fully stuff your face with his hardness. “Ugh, I should’ve just let my dad kill you.” Gojo seems unfazed at your words. He lets out a hearty laugh. It’s hard for you to sound threatening when you’re on your knees, resembling a loyal pet, and taking him in your cheeks so eagerly. The alleyway fills with the sound of his soft skin getting coated with your saliva as he smoothly fucks your lips. “That’s right. Use that stupid fucking mouth for something useful.” Gojo groans as he thrusts his long dick and rams it into the back of your throat with each movement, forcing you to gag all over it.

“Do you still have yourself convinced that you’re doing this for the sake of your precious daddy’s campaign?” Gojo is fully engulfed with pleasure right now, the feeling of your mouth working so hard for him being enough to drive him feral. He can’t let you go on sucking his cock like a champ but still be so diluted when you think of the why. You’re not doing this because he’s blackmailing you anymore. The way that you were salivating over his dick like an actual dog is a memory that he’s going to be jerking off to for decades to come. “Saw the hearts in your eyes as soon as I whipped it out, love at first fucking sight you cock-hungry slut.” You moan around him and allow your fucked out sounds to send vibrations up his girthy shaft. The alleyway becomes home to yours and Gojo’s sounds of sin.

You’d have a few things to say at the degradation he’s throwing at you (likely denying that you liked it, even though the puddle that’s leaking out of your panties is proof that you’re a filthy liar) but the only thing that you’re able to manage out of your occupied mouth is a jumble of words that no one could understand and beads of saliva left to drip down your chin. Satoru groans as he fully fucks your face at this point. Your knees scape at the pavement and you’re so close to crying from pain but soon, he lets out hearty and genuine moans at the feeling of your slimy tongue running along his shaft and his body begins to shake as if he’s about to cum right then and there – and you’re still hoping that his cum tastes as sweet as you think it does. You bring your palm up to your chin, rub at the sticky mixture of precome and saliva that’s gathering there and use it to lube your hand up, making the glide all the more easier when you cup Satoru’s constricting balls. That’s all it takes to send him over his much-desired edge. He’s filling your pretty mouth up before he can even stop himself or pull out. Satoru puts a hand under your chin and tilts your head up before bracing his hands on the brick wall behind the two of you. He fucks your mouth as he fills it up and fucks it open from above to keep you from wasting his precious cum – that would surely breed the most beautiful beings of all time.

And when he cums, he cums hard and lots. Small spurts are still shooting out when Satoru pulls his cock out of your mouth. He uses his copious amounts to paint your dumbfounded face with streaks of sperm and when he comes down from his high, finds the presence of mind to use his thumb to bring your sore tongue out of your abused mouth to let it dangle, dripping white down your chin to stain your pants.

“You’re so beautiful like this. Fucked out before you even catch this dick.” He sighs, orgasm making him go soft a little. He gathers a glob of his saliva in his mouth and lets it plop down into your open mouth. He grins at you when you swallow the wetness without having to be told, letting out an audible gulp. The softness doesn’t last long though. Before long, he remembers the situation that he’s in and the fact that he’s got you here and at his mercy, on your knees and conditioned to do anything that he asks. “Is my little puppy still hot and bothered between her legs? Want me to put something in there to make the pain stop?” Gojo looks down on you as he stands up, leaving you on your knees so that he can bore his wild crystal eyes into your frightened ones. His voice raises and grows teasing again. He runs his hand along your face, slicking his fingers up with tears and his own cum. You want to cringe at how dirty this deceitful stranger is when he brings the drenched finger up to his mouth to suck his own cream off of them but it’s not even the worst thing he’s done.

The deviant's hazy eyes return back to normal soon enough and Gojo takes his wet fingers and smacks you on the cheek a couple of times. “Who’s your daddy, huh?” He asks, and your mind doesn’t think anything close to your father. The oversensitive sensation between your legs is still unbearable, still overpowering and you’d say anything to get those long fingers to return there and finally make you cum over and over until you’re nothing but tears and wails.

The future president isn’t on your mind at all right now, proof that he’s right. You’re not doing this for anyone but yourself now. You want him to play with you like a toy and you’re enjoying this game of his. “You’re my daddy,” You whisper meekly. Before he even replies to your shy declaration, you know that the volume you said it at isn’t going to be good enough to gain his touch. He’s got you well-trained now. If you want that dick, you’re going to have to earn it. Not half ass his demands or beg for it like some stupid slut. You have to do as Satoru asks. He’ll give you whatever you want if you just obey him. Easy enough, right? Your pitch climbs with neediness. “You’re my daddy, Gojo! You’re- you’re my fucking daddy!” He loves the puppy dog eyes that you’re wearing, loves that you repeated yourself without him even having to ask you or reprimand you, fucking loves how pliant and obedient you got for him.

A good doggy like you deserves a bone, doesn’t she? Gojo’s hard again at the sight of you, tongue out and invisible tail wagging. He gets hard again fast at the cock-hungry look in your big shining eyes. “You’re being such a good girl,” He praises, petting you gently. “You deserve a reward for being so good, don’t you?” It’s a rhetorical question but you woof happily anyway; the inhuman sound going straight to his erection and causing it to pulse.

He remembers how warm and wet your cunt was from just two fingers and suddenly can’t wait to feel you wrapped around him, squeezing him, soaking him, crying and begging over him and he wishes that he could take you doggy style in this filthy alley but can’t be assed to figure out how to go about that. Doesn’t mind getting you dirty with the world’s grime but him? Well, Gojo doesn’t do oil stains on his CK slacks.

That’s how you find yourself pressed face first into a brick wall, bare tits rubbing deliciously against the cement of it and stimulating your nipples every time you grind your tender body against the surface of it. For a moment, you wonder if Satoru Gojo’s cum functions as an aphrodisiac because your body has been burning up every since he filled your sloppy mouth and every instinct in you is telling you to let him fill every other hole that you have available and allow him to use you in the worst ways possible. For some time, Gojo watches in amusement as you slowly work your body along the brick wall hungry for stimulation but not audacious enough to reach your hand down and play with your clit without permission from him. He stares as you shamelessly hump the air and rub your nipples raw on the jagged concrete – watching the mess that he made of you with minimal effort.

When you start letting your needy whines get louder and louder, he decides that it’s time to stop playing around. He’s starting to throb himself. It’s only fun when you’re the one being deprived. Gojo presses his fingers to your pussy again and hisses as he draws his hand back. You’re flooding the soiled fabric of your panties and creating a huge wet spot on the front of your jeans. He hooks his thumbs in the belt loops and pulls your panties down your legs as slowly as his own libido will allow him to. Just can’t help but torture a sweet little thing like you. You make it so easy.

You shiver at the sound of the shlick shlick of the wet skin of his cock as he gives himself a few pumps before pressing himself to your wet heat. “God,” He groans when he finally lets the fat head of his swollen cock inch past your pulsing rim. “Do you always get wet so easily, baby? Always get this wet when someone degrades and puts you in your fucking place?” The cry you let out is a good enough answer. As he presses inside, he realizes that he’s not gonna last long at all in this tight little thing. You’re already so overstimulated that, whether you know it or not, you’re clenching so tightly around him and if you don’t stop, this is gonna be a very short fuck.

Satoru leans down and kisses your tear-slick cheek gently, pushing inside of you to the hilt. “Calm down, baby girl.” He coos, trying to be a little nicer to you to get you to stop holding your breath in and squeezing around him so tightly. Don’t get him wrong. It feels like fucking heaven on his cock but he could cum right this very second at the feeling if you’re gonna freak out on him like this. And you’re not trying to freak out. You’re just so overstimulated so soon, so ready and so eager to take all of him as deep as humanly possible. He knows this and wants to tell you that there’s so much time for you to suffocate his dick like this and to just calm down for the first nut. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay. Relax for me. Take a deep breath, honey.” The contrast is throwing you for a loop and you listen to him out of curiosity. His voice soothes you and you catch yourself wishing that this side of Gojo was the one you met first. He hushes you until your cries die down and your pussy isn’t spasming around him much anymore. When he pulls out, the night air soothes him until he slowly drives back in – giving you the bare minimum to keep you open for him.

Soon enough, Satoru’s got you moaning on him and gripping the small foothold of the wall you’re pressed against for dear life. “Ha-hah, fucking hell Sah-toru.” You cry into the night air, wet sounds from your ridiculously wet cunt taking his cock in so eagerly fill the space around you and the smell of you’re arousal gets him absolutely drunk. You’re a pretty little drug and he was so right. This is better than any amount of money he could’ve extorted out of your pockets.

Gojo moans has he fucks you roughly, making you cry out his name and mumble little oh’s and ah’s everytime his cock head hits that spongey spot deep inside of you. It hurts so fucking good. His hands grip your hips and pushes and pulls, fucking you on his cock rather than pistoning his hips into you. “You’re so fucking dirty, you know that? I blackmailed you and your family to get you on this dick and look at you – moaning on it, dripping all over it, crying over it, loving it. Nothing but a cock-hungry slut.” And he means every word. You were so easy. If you had refused to fuck him, Gojo would’ve backed right off without so much as another word but you were all too ready to spread those fucking legs for him and made this so easy. The grip your tight little pussy has on him is unholy and it only worsens as he fucks you into your first orgasm, knew you wouldn’t last long. The puddle that his shoe is splashing in is proof of that. You’re feeling too good and too far gone to ask him permission to cum or else you would’ve and he knows that. You train easily. That’s just what this godly dick does to women like you though. You’re out of your weak mind with pleasure as you spurt on him and keep moaning when he fucks you straight through your orgasm, chasing his own but most certainly not done teasing the little slut with his menacing words.

White hair clings to his forehead with sweat and his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips as he keeps pulling you on his cock, not easing up in the slightest, used to seeing you go full crybaby over him by now. “Look at you riding this dick to make your daddy proud. Throw it back on me,” He interrupts himself and stops moving. You obey him without a moment of thought, missing his length hitting you in all the right places even in the two seconds that he’d stopped moving. You grip the wall tighter and fuck yourself on Gojo’s hard dick like your life depends on it. The pleasure is overwhelming and you’re so close again, weeping over him, loving every minute of him and just as bad as the degrading insults he’s thrown your way this entire night. He hasn’t lied once. The way that you fuck yourself on him is exactly the way a shameless dirty whore would but you don’t care. You’ll be his whore, his dog, his cum depository, his whatever he wants from you to keep feeling this fucking good. “Yes, daddy. Yes, it’s so good. You’re so good. I’m a dirty bitch for loving your dick this much.” You agree with every word he’s uttered at you.

He leans his mouth close to your ear when he speaks up again, kissing your lobe to give you a little more. “Just think of what would happen if someone walked down this alley and recognized you. What if they recorded this and sent it to a news station? What would dear old daddy think of his little whore daughter taking a stranger’s cock so shamelessly and out in public like this? Would he be mad like a fucking hypocite? Do you think he would be proud like the sicko he is? Think he would be proud of you if he could see you right now? Goddamn corrupt politicians are so entertaining!” You can hear the g’ee in his voice but all you can do is moan and take cock like a champ at this point.

“Squeezing me so tight at the thought of shaming your family and the entire nation seeing you get fucked like this. Is it that good, baby? Good enough to ruin your life over?” His voice Is like the feathers of an angel but his words are a stark contrast. You whine in response, rutting your cunt against him and relishing the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs every time you move back. You’re not sure of much of anything any more but you know for sure that your father would have a heart attack and die if he could see you now, if he found out just how far you went to protect his career. He would disown you and die of humiliation – while you get off on that feeling. Such a good daughter, such a great role model. Shame hits you in waves but you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling another orgasm creeping up on you and moaning aloud at the friction that the two of you are creating with your sinful bodies.

Satoru’s sweat drips off his chin and rolls down your back. He’s so aching to cum inside of you that his hips are snapping forward to match the pace that yours have set and, by now, the two of you are fucking each other in such earnest that neither of you can take it much longer. “Gonna breed this pretty pussy. Gonna,” He huffs when he feels it coming. “Cum so hard, fill you up so nice and you’re gonna thank me for it, baby.” His balls constrict as he fills you up, hot cum shooting deep into you and positively dousing your uterus. He curses when he forces himself to pull out of you and lets some of his cum spread across the jiggle of your ass to shine and glisten with sperm. The moan that you let out when you feel the hot seed inside of you is ungodly. The feeling of him filling you was plenty, all you needed to cum and gush so hard over his legs, dirtying the fabric of his pants that pooled around his ankles.

You feel like you’ve been cumming for hours when your legs finally give out and you half expect him to just let you fall onto your already bruised knees but Gojo slots an arm under your waist and holds you up. “You good?” He asks, nonchalantly. He doesn’t actually care and you know that but you nod your head anyway. Satoru’s eyes avert down to the dripping white mess that’s dripping out of your abused and puckered little hole. It’s almost as if he’s mesmerized at what he did. He did it though. Claimed the president’s daughter’s pussy. Filled it up and fucked it raw. “I’m a God.” He mutters.

Gojo crouches down and grabs your hips, turning his back to face the wall of the alley so that he can properly slurp at your juices before you have the opportunity to let them leak onto the pavement and waste a single drop. He digs the bridge of his nose deep into your throbbing clit and rubs smooth circles with his face. “Pussy feels like velvet, baby. It’s immaculate.” His dirty fucking words leave you weeping and letting your body weight fall a bit until his strong hands are holding you up by your thighs and you’re sitting on his face. “Feels like a cloud and tastes better than fucking heaven.” You should really be more choosy with your pussy, he thinks but doesn’t say. If it were his, he’d gatekeep the fuck out of it and make millions off of it.

He swallows the steady drip like an athlete that just got done running a marathon until you’re sobbing and showing no sign of stopping. When he comes up for air (surprised at how long he was able to hold his breath, anything to sip from your oasis) his entire mouth is glistening with your juices and you’re shaking uncontrollably. It’s adorable, watching you come undone just like that from a few kitten licks of his skillful tongue. You’re too easy for your own good.

Despite you being overstimulated, trembling, and sobbing, Gojo’s still hard and he’s deemed it your responsibility to get rid of this erection as many times as he needs you to. “Come on,” He taps you on the face, a soft smack. “Be a big girl and get to work on this.” This, being the still rock hard cock in your face now that your legs were no longer able to hold you up and you’ve collapsed out of breath.

All you can manage to do with your limited strength is glare at the albino cunt. He’s being too demanding. Had you known how long the libido on this guy could last, you would’ve explored other options to protect your family. A quick fuck in an alley Is easy enough but you’re exhausted after going hard just once and now, here Satoru is, staring down at you and calling you a weakling. “Come on, First Lady. Don’t disappoint me like this.” A toothy grin meets your gaze and you roll your eyes at him, summoning the strength to use your weak body to get this man off once more.

“I wouldn’t be the First Lady, you ignorant bastard.” You correct Gojo and stand on unsteady legs. “I would be the First Daughter.” And when that happens, you’ll have all the power you could possibly want at your fingertips – enough unbridled power to wipe Satoru Gojo off the face of the earth; maybe ensure a jail cell with a degenerate that could be a match for him.

He’s not interested In this political terminology lesson though, already tugging at his swollen cock and laying his hands on you. Gojo presses your back agai’st the brick wall once more and places his strong hands on your waist, prompting you to jump and let him hook your legs over his shoulders – proving that he doesn’t just look strong. “Do I strike you as the political type?” He sasses, lining his dick up with your dribbling hole once more. The last thing you could call him is a little politician fanboy – despising your kind; the reason he has no issue dehumanizing and blackmailing you. “How about you shut the fuck up and be the first daughter to take this dick?”

He rams into you, bottoming out in one motion. “Oh my God!” You shriek before slapping a hand over your mouth. He smiles evilly at the panic in your eyes, hands guiding your hips to slam into his cock at an already brutal pace. If someone heard you screaming over this dick, that would suck for you, but him? He’s gonna fill you up as many times as he wants – audience or not.

You survey the surroundings and only meet darkness. The pleasure builds up once again and you’re moaning over him before you can stop it, burying your face In his neck to keep your volume muffled since you clearly can’t control it. Gojo likes the way you think. He kisses his lips along your neck before biting down and earning a surprised squeal from you at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh without mercy. The metallic taste of your blood fuels him, gives him twice the stamina he had before and gives him the ability to fuck you wildly against this damned brick wall, more shrieks exciting your mouth. He doesn’t care about your volume In the slightest. This wouldn’t be his first public indecency charge, definitely won’t be his last. Still, you’re fun to play with, fun to torture and tease. His voice is dark when he speaks up through his groans of ecstasy. “Stop all that fuckin’ moaning.” He growls, reminding you that you’re to obey his every word, no matter how impossible his orders may seem at the moment. Not that it matters if the two of you get caught but hushing you and reprimanding you is a good excuse for him to get aggressive.

“I can’t.” You cry, walls squeezing around him like a boa constrictor as you take him in up to the hilt. You want to beg Satoru for more, despite the fact that you’re taking all of him in your poor abused cunt. It’s unbelievable. He fucks you so hard that the dread of walking on your own two feet for the next few days is so present in your mind. You want him to take you as hard and roughly as he desires though. Put me in a wheelchair daddy, you think – way too damn embarrassed to say that shit out loud though.

He’s gonna cum. Fuck, he’s gonna cum. And he’s gonna cum loads. He may lose his damn mind if you waste a drop too. This jizz is more precious than gold and he wants it all to stay inside of you – willing to fuck his cum into you for hours on end if he’s got to. “Then hurry up and get this dick wet so I can get out of here.” Gojo spits just as harshly as he always does. You’re moaning like the stupid bitch that you are and taking so much of him raw that the friction is almost too much. You may break before you cum again.

Gojo groans in your ear and holds you steadily before keeping you pressed tightly against his chest as he travels across the alley to the black SUV he arrived in. He lays you out on the hood of the car, even while you’re crying from overstimulation. He spreads you out and presents your pretty ass in the air, fucking you from behind and adopting the same pace as before. “I much prefer to fuck from behind, you know? I don’t need to see those pathetic faces women make or hear those stupid whore moans so loudly.” His demeaning words gain another groan from you as you grip the hood of the car, hands looking for something to hang onto to tether you to the earth. When you find purchase in nothing, fear strikes your chest because it feels like his cock is fucking you into oblivion, insides rearranged and turned into mush thanks to the loads of cum you’ve let him pump you full of.

Maybe Gojo was right in what he said after he made you cum for the first time. Maybe he is a fucking God because you’ve never had dick this fucking good and you doubt you’ll ever experience anyone better than the blue-eyed bastard. “Come on bitch,” He moans, pistoning his hips as he drives into your squelching hole. Your hands press into the car’s surface and for a moment, all you can do is moan and cry at the sensations he’s giving you. “If it’s not enough, reach down and play with your clit.” You accept Gojo’s breathless advice and allow your hand to wander between your body and the surface of the car, fingers playing with your overstimulated bud. He ruts into you slowly, feeling himself about to cum.

“Say my name!” He demands with the last of his strength. “Say it, slut!” He needs to hear it in that soft voice, needs to hear you cry it out into the night so loudly that someone will certainly hear and call the cops on the two of you – cum drunk face and mugshot sure to grace the front pages of the newspapers in the morning.

You stutter over your own tongue, rushing to obey. Always rushing to obey his every demand and please him. “Gojo!” You cry out, and he’s satisfied; cumming into you and filling you once more. Gojo pumps you full of his hot cum, loving the squeal you let out at the feeling. You cry out and let his name rest on your tongue once more as you reach the edge and tip over, squirting all over the hood of the car and getting his dick soaking wet.

“Such a good girl.” He mumbles, almost sounding sarcastic. Satoru, still hard but feeling merciful and elated now, flips you over (manhandling your precious body once again). Poor little thing can’t go rounds, he laughs on the inside at your weakness. You pant and look up at him, eyes silently begging for a break. “His palm engulfs his cock, overstimulated as well but relentless. His free hand grabs you by the chin and forces your eyes to stay on his wild and erratic ones.

You hear the wet sound of Gojo using your leftover cum on his dick to jerk himself off and watch his pupils blow wide like he just took a hit of the strongest drug known to man as he cums once more, taking no effort thanks to the fear-stricken and submissive look in your pretty eyes. He sprays his cum all over you, successfully marking you with his seed and laughing as you flinch. “Don’t look so disgusted.” He whines at your expression. “You wear it well, baby doll.” You can’t do anything but let it happen when he leans up to tap his softening cock on your face and press his tip to your trembling lips for a kiss.

You don’t have the patience to take anymore of Satoru’s taunting. You can’t stand much more of it. On shaking legs, you try to stand. You try to get your bearings and call your chauffeur to come save you from the mess that the two of you have created in the dark of the night but you hit the pavement, both of your knees drawing blood.

Being the nice person that he is, Gojo kisses you on the forehead when he’s done using you like a toy and redresses you, soaking wet and covered in cum. “You got a way back home?” He asks, staring into those hazy eyes of yours – an effect that he never fails to coax out of all of his partners. You nod, needing a moment to get your thoughts back on track.

Once he has the okay that you’ll be able to get yourself wherever you’ve got to go, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and whistles all the way back to his car, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. His car lights blink on your shivering body as he retreats out of the alley, abandoning you there just like that. He shoots a quick text to his boss, alerting him that the president’s pretty little daughter wouldn’t pay up the money and they should run the article in the paper tomorrow as planned. Your pussy was delicious – more than that if he’s being honest but this payday is going to set him for life. Nothing personal. Just business, baby.

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— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + probably dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. noncon, dub con, and other triggering content may be present, read with caution ( enjoy your experience <3 )

gojo had been planning since the day he started mentoring you, for the exact moment that he would take your anal virginity. he knew you must never have taken it in the ass— you were far too sweet and subservient, abiding by all of the extra rules he put in place for you alone ( he did so to test your obedience and choose the best way to have you all to himself, of course ).

he decides to wait until the exchange event before he makes his move; during one of the group battles, when you’re separated from your peers, he pounces.

gojo had fantasized about this very moment so many times.

the moment where you squirmed beneath him, pushed with your upper body smushed against the rough bark of a large tree, as he held handfuls of your ass cheeks, teasing himself and you by spreading them wide, scraping at your clenching ring with the very tip of his thumb.

he loves the way you whimper ‘no’ as his thumb pushes in raw, and your fingers grip the bark tighter. you couldn’t fight him; that was your teacher, after all.

“don’t you worry, princess, i’m not going to hurt ya.” the way he croons it is so flippant that it is obviously a lie. at the very least, he leans forward and allows spit to drizzle from his lips and glob between your cheeks, which he rubs against your hole with his thumb, before pushing it inside again. “such a tight fit, i’ll have to tease you a bit to open you up before you’d be able to take my cock.” as he says this, his free hand hooks under your midriff, his fingers rubbing at your cunt, feeling around in rough circles until he finds your bud. though you sniffle and beg him to stop, he works your clit until it’s swollen, and you’re dripping slick, clenching around nothing— all the while, he’s pumping his thumb in and out of your ass, getting you used to the feeling of taking something in this uncharted territory.

it’s a totally different story when gojo forces his cock in, instead. your eyes go wide as your brain is flooded with the sensations of this invasion. you were way too tight to accommodate something as big and gojo’s cock, and you pushed yourself on to your tiptoes, pulling with your nails dug deep into the wood to escape him, but he merely takes a couple of steps forward and smashes his body against your back. you’re trapped, with his weight shoving you into the tree, and you can do nothing to stop his conquest. “now, now, i wanted to be as gentle as possible, but if you insist on fighting me,” gojo smacks his finger pads against your button roughly, his mouth right up against your ear, “i’ll have to subdue you and take it by force. you don’t want that, right? for your friends to find you tied up, unconscious, dripping cum from a sore, little asshole?” when you sniff and shake your head, he pouts, mocking you. “no? good girl, that’s exactly right.” planting a sloppy kiss on your ear, he ruts into you, fucking you deep and slow, making sure you feel every inch, bottoming out hard to hear your voice break as you plead with him to just stop. he’s breaking you, that’s what you keep telling him, but he just grins and even laughs a breathy, grunting laugh at your desperation. “if you just stand there and let me have it, i might even make you feel good once i’ve cum in your ass. whattya say, sweetheart? when i’ve gaped you out, i’ll lick that warm pussy as a way to say thank you for letting me rape your ass.”

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picnics

in which mother nature decides picnics are no good without a little rain

a/n: hi hi ! how are you all? i hope well <3 sorry for taking literal months to get to this request i hope you’re still around to find this anon !! let me know what y’all think :]

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there’s a sort of deeply romantic aspect about picnics. a plush blanket beneath you, reaching only so far before the blades of grass peak over, tickling at your legs if you don’t scoot in closer. there’s a small array of foods and snacks splayed infront of the two of you, the basket you’d bought only 30 minutes ago overflowing with sweets that your lover had bought in a haste.

“we have to go fast! what if someone takes our spot!” satoru had cried out, loading your shopping cart in a frenzy of moves before rushing you to the self checkout. you kept up as best you could, his much longer legs making significantly larger slides than your smaller ones, almost jogging to stay next to him.

“it isn’t that serious” you laughed, slowing down to catch your breath before he turned to look at you, his mouth falling open.

“this is our romantic spark we are talking about! the spontaneous-ness of our relationship!” you rolled your eyes at his words, smiling as you agreed with him and walked with him to self checkout, loading the car up and heading to the park you were currently at.

“this is nice” you smiled, your head in satoru’s lap as he finished off the last chocolate covered strawberry, humming in agreement before wiping his hands and smiling down at you.

“didnt i pick such a great spot?” he’s grinning at your nod of approval, relishing in the way the sunlight bathed your body. your hair was messed up from the wind, but he thought it made you more charming.

you sat up, crossing your legs and letting out an ‘oomph’ sound when satoru practically threw his head in your lap, looking at you with bright eyes behind his sunglasses.

“play with my hair?” he asked, already fluttering his eyes closed before you answered, knowing you’d never refuse him.

“course angel boy” you replied, your hands finding their way to his snowy locks, easily carding through the soft strands. “you’re so pretty” you whisper, gojo’s ear peeking up at your compliment.

“you’ve been using my shampoo haven’t you?” you accuse, causing one of his eyes to open and look at you.

“conditioner too” he quipped, grinning as you smacked his chest, “ow!” he groaned, you only scoffed at him, hitting him again and causing a smile to form in his lips.

“as if that hurt at all you wimp!” you laughed. watching as he sat up, a pout replacing his smile.

“you wound me with your words, lover of mine” his face falling for dramatic effect, you can’t stop the laughter that shakes your whole body, throwing your arms around satoru as you continue laughing loudly.

gojo doesn’t struggle, easily falling on his back and laughing along with you, wheezes and squeaks soon being the only noises heard from the two of you.

then, a bolt of lightning, a loud crack and boom. the two of you staring at each other, then the food infront of you, and locking eyes again.

it’s too late when you both reach for the food, fat raindrops falling quickly and relentlessly on both of you and the food.

“the candy!” satoru cries, reaching for it and shoving it in the basket, closing it and trying to shield it from the pouring rain.

he glanced over at you, deciding in that moment he cared about nothing else but you.

you who was smiling and giggling as the rain soaked your clothes, your hair sticking to your face, droplets of water running down your neck when you turn to look at your lover, laughing when you see the small frown on his lips.

“your theatrics caused this” you accuse teasingly, laughing when gojo smiled back at you, throwing his head back in laughter.

he’s living up to his pet name in that moment, the white hair sticking to his forehead, strands soaking and dripping water, there’s a droplet on his nose bound to fall any second. his black tshirt is sticking to his skin, you can see the soft outline of his muscles when he flexes a bit, abs visible if you stare just a bit too much.

it’s not long before he’s taking his phone out, playing stupidly romantic music and yanking you up to stand.

“we have to dance in the rain!” he speaks excitedly, practically glowing as he leads you to the beat of the music, the two of you laughing at the comments the other makes.

there’s another loud clap of thunder that has you jumping, your head hitting Gojo’s nose.

“oh my god sorry!” you cry out, taking a hold of his chin and making him face you, making sure he wasn’t bleeding, breath hitching at how gorgeous he looked.

“staring at my pretty face?” he grins, eyes glinting when your hand moves from his chin to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“who said you had a pretty face to stare at?” there’s a lilt to your voice, you’re biting back a smile and he knows it.

“oh i dunno, just this very beautiful person i go on spontaneous picnics with” he smiles, his hands shaking around your waist and pulling you close, the rain still going strong as he crashes his lips onto yours.

your lips are moving in sync, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, when another clap of thunder causes you to jump, biting down on his bottom lip.

the two of you pull away, satoru laughing at the concern etched in your features, assuring you he’s fine, chasing your lips for more kisses.

the two of you end up in the car with drenched clothes, soggy candy and a dripping wet blanket, a satisfied sigh leaving either of your guys’ lips as the warm air hit your bodies.

“fun picnic” you laughed, watching as gojo reversed out of the parking spot, his hand places behind your headrest, his muscles practically straining against the wet t shirt.

“much more wet than i anticipated” he smiled, “but fun” a dazzling smile on his face as he drove home, the two of you hurrying in under the still pouring rain, rushing to change out of your wet shoes and drenched clothes.

“i heard it’s good to take a warm bath after getting caught in the rain” satoru speaks, “especially with your amazing awesome pretty boyfriend” a grin on his face as he takes his shirt off and throws it in the washing machine alongside your clothes.

“who said that?” you question, a brow raised as you slip on one of satoru’s t shirt and some clean shorts.

“experts say” he confirms, a much to believable look on his face that has you smiling.

“does this expert happen to be the ‘awesome amazing cute boyfriend’ in question?” you’re almost standing chest to chest now, he smiling down at you as he nods.

“pretty boyfriend” he corrects, “maybe we should check and make sure my idea is correct” mischief and excitement swirling in his bright eyes as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“in the name of science of course” you state, already walking to the restroom.

“of course” he beams, hot on your heels, his heart growing in size as you look back at him, bright smile on your face and a look of love on your face.

working on a jjk new post as we speak!! lmk what else i should write 😋😋

ALSO LOOK!! MY MAN IS SOOOO PRETTYYYY

and i mean this in the most respectful way possible; HOLAY MOLAY I LOVE GOJO SM UR SO FINE GOJO PLS ONE CHANCE THATS ALL I ASK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIRLLL YOURE THE ONE I WANT YOURE THE ONE I NEED IM BEGGING YOU PLEASEEEE I LOVE YOU IVE NEVER LOVED ANYONR AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU YOURE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME PLEASE I HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED YOURE ALL I WANT IVE NEVER WANTED ANYONE AS MUCH AS I WANT YOU I NEED YOU TO LIVE YOURE ALL I WANT PLEASE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE PLEASE HMU I CAN BE GETO I CAN BE BETTER THAN GETO I AM BETTER THAN GETO MAMA MIA YOU ARE SI ATTRACTIVE YOU ARE SUCH A SMASH IVE NEVER BEEN DOWN AS BAD AS THIS FOR ANYONE EXCEPT YOU I LOVED YOU THE MOMENT I LAID EYES ON YOU PLEASE MARRY ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST LOOK IN MY DIRECTION AND I CAN DIE HAPPY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND I CAN BE YOUR WHOLE WORLD IF YOU LET ME PLEASEEE I LOVE YOU MY SHNOOKUMS HONEY PUMPKIN PIE LIGHT OF MY LIFE APPLE OF MY EYE MY SUN MY MOON MY STAR MY WORLD MY LIFE MY EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU PLSPLSPLS🙏🙏🙏 😍😍❤️❤️

pretty boy

gojo has to let you know how much you mean to him

a/n: hi friends! hope you’re all well, enjoy this little piece inspired very loosely by pretty boy by the neighborhood :] let me know what y’all think <3

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gojo is tired, exhausted even.

the fight with sukuna took everything out of him, and the only thing on his mind is getting home to you.

his tired feet carry him home, he knows he could’ve just teleported into the living room, but he enjoys fiddling with his keys, swinging the door open and yelling out, ‘honey I’m hooome!’ it gives him a sense of normalcy.

satoru ignores the sharp pains in his side, he’s sure they’ll be healed in a matter of minutes, the same going for the multiple cuts adorning his arms and face.

the sound of jingling keys has you jumping from the couch, running to the front door and pulling it open, mouth agape at the sight of your lover.

“I’m home” he smiles, his voice a bit weaker than usual, but still in the same singsong tone he always uses.

you don’t waste a moment to wrap your arms around him, tears flowing down your face as you squeeze him against you tightly.

“i was so scared” you whispered, finally pulling away and looking up at him, one of your hands gently settling on his cheek, your thumb brushing the skin gently. satoru leans into your touch, his blue eyes fluttering shut for a quick second.

his much larger hand takes yours in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm before he’s intertwining your fingers, leaning down and pressing kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry, sweets” he mumbles, his lips finally catching yours, smiling as he relishes in the taste of your lip balm, it was the flavor he’d always used, “you steal my chapstick?”

“no” you grin, squeaking when he easily sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the couch and setting you down gently. he makes no move to sit down with you, instead hovering above you, taking in every one of your features and etching them into his brain.

“what?” you mumble, a grin fighting its way onto your face as he shakes his head, “nothin” is all he says, kissing your forehead and finally sitting next to you.

“‘m so tired” he mumbles, letting his head fall to your lap, your fingers almost immediately carding through his knotted hair, frowning at how dirty it was.

“let’s get you cleaned up angel boy” you reply, brushing his hair back and kissing his forehead. you slip off the couch, heading the the restroom and turning on the water, letting it warm up before calling for satoru.

he lets you undress him, reassuring you he was perfectly fine when your eyes widen at the amount of dried blood on him. he watches the way your fingers ghost over his new scars, the way you so gently take the clothes off his body and usher him into the shower.

he feels his muscles relax as the warm water hits him, sighing in relief when you’re gently rinsing his hair, scrubbing in your shampoo into his scalp. he’s practically purring when you’re running your fingers through his hair, using a bit of your conditioner to get his tangled hair back in order, smiling when you hear his content humming.

he’s smiling at you when you help him with the body wash, scrubbing his back and asking him to lift his arms. it was a silly sight, with him towering over you as you got on your tippy toes to get all the grime off him.

soon satoru was wrapped in a warm white towel, eyes closed as you combed through his hair, putting a couple products in before you moved onto his skin.

it’s an hour or so later when he’s finally under the sheets, finally in bed with you. he’s smiling at you with the most exhausted expression on his face. he knows he should sleep, but he doesn’t wanna take his eyes off you, not after he’s been gone for so long.

“I was okay with it” he says suddenly, clearing his throat before continuing, “with dying.” he can see you flinch at his words, he only takes your hand in his, a silent reassurance that he’s still there, with you.

“oh” is all you can manage to say, the weight of his words settling on your chest, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“you’re the only thing I’ve ever needed, and i have you” he whispers, his blue eyes seemed a bit glossy under the glow of the fairy lights turned on above him. “I knew as long as i had you I’d be alright.”

it was like satoru had picked up the weights from your chest and tossed them aside, instead replacing it with his own body weight, crushing you with love.

“sweetheart i can’t imagine living without you” he confesses, his hearts racing as he sits up, watching as you soon follow his actions, the two of you leaning your backs against the headboard. “I’m so lucky to be with you and-” his voice cracks a little bit, you can’t help but smile at him.

“I know, i felt like i was going insane with you here” you admit softly, leaning over and kissing his nose. “even found myself missing your stupid socks everywhere” satoru giggles at your words, easily grabbing you and setting on his lap so you’re straddling him.

your arms snake around his neck, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheeks, paying special attention to his dimples, smiling when you hear his soft giggles.

“my pretty boy” you mumble, leaning back and admiring him, “my angel boy” the words make him blush, he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, one hand settling on the back of your neck and the other wrapped securely around your waist.

“marry me” he breathes out, his warm breath hitting your ear and sending chills down your spine. you’re wiggling out of his grasp, eyes wide as you stare at him. “marry me, sweetheart” he repeats, his eyes darting all over your face, trying to keep his composure.

“you were the only thing on my mind that whole fight, you’re the only one i want in this life and any other” his grip on you tightens a bit as he continues, “the world could end tomorrow but i wouldn’t care as long as I’m with you, if i have you i know everything will be okay” his eyes don’t leave your face.

“i love you, i wanna love you until the end of our days.”

you don’t know how long it’s been when you finally nod your head, the room is spinning but at the same time it feels like you’re stuck in time. your heart is racing but the comfort of his body warmth has your heart steadily beating, the love struck look on his face makes you want to hug him and never let go. your body is on fire when you finally smile at him and reality catches up with you.

“yes” you whisper, “yeah,” smiling as you throw your arms around him once more, laughing as he squeezes you tightly, the two of you giggling as you pepper each others faces in kisses.

“I’ve got the ring hidden away” he mumbles, his arms untangling themselves from you and moving to place you on the bed before your hands go to his chest, stopping him.

“you can put the ring on my finger tomorrow” you smile, “what i need right now is for you to finally rest” satoru says something under his breath you can’t quite catch, kissing him once more before wiggling out of his lap and onto the spot next to him.

“goodnight angel boy” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair a bit more before finally resting your head on his arm, grinning when he pulls you even closer into him.

“goodnight sweetheart” he mumbles, letting himself be engulfed by the comfort of your presence, his brain finally relaxing as he lets himself fall asleep.

he’s out in minutes, soft snores leaving his lips.

‘my pretty husband’ you think, butterflies filling your stomach as the word husband rings in your ears. yeah, husband seems right.

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