A Secret Technique | Mitsuri Kanroji X Fem!reader

Mmm Mmm Good | Satoru Gojo

a/n: I'm just a silly little guy <3

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“YN you can’t just walk out.” Satoru rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed that you might’ve ruined his little fancy party. You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air – the tight black evening dress you’d slipped on riding up slightly. 

He follows you to the corner of the courtyard, like a father watching over his free-spirited child. “Do you even care?” You blurt out. The words come out with a tremble in your voice, unable to hide the fact you could burst into tears at any moment. Satoru blows out a breath, sitting down on one of the dozen benches. 

After a few beats of silence, you sit down next to him. You can’t bear to look at him, it was too painful after the insults hurled at you by that stupid…shit you couldn’t even think of anything rude to say back to her because she was so perfect. Everything would just be a lie. “I didn’t hear what was said, I just saw you throw a drink in her face.” He finally states. Your blood runs cold. Fuck, Satoru would probably want you to apologize to that fuck face. You felt like a scolded puppy for getting into the trash. 

“I’ll go apologize if you-” Satoru makes a choking sound and you turn to check on him. He’s waving a hand next to his face to signal he’s fine. It almost appeared as if he had choked on a laugh with the way his mouth twitched into a boyish grin. 

He places a hand on your knee – moving it back and forth. “Fuck no.” He shakes his head. “I’m sure whatever she said it was well deserved.” A swell of happiness nearly bursts from your chest, but then you think about what she had said. 

Your face must fall because Satoru’s flips to one of concern. Might as well tell him... “She told me that since I eat everything I see you must be worried I’ll eventually eat you.” The words are embarrassing, untrue, and downright stupid. What was she? A high school bully? Satoru grunts and you peer up to see him chuckling softly. You hit his arm. Why is he laughing!? You thought he was on your side. 

Satoru only laughs harder at your attempt to hit him which strokes the ire in your stomach. How rude could he get? Obviously, the most beautiful person alive wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be fat-shamed. “No no no, I’m sorry YN. I just-” He snickers into his hand, trying to avoid the smacks you were throwing at him. “I just started thinking about you eating me and…” He trails off, his laughter quieting and your smacks ceasing. You were dumbfounded by the words coming out of his mouth. “And…I rather think I enjoy the thought.” You were about to whap him again, but you freeze. 

What did that mean? “Huh?” You ask before really thinking about your fear of his answer. The corners of his mouth quirk up into a smirk before he leans toward your face. 

Satoru meets your gaze out of the corner of his eye as he whispers into your ear. “Eating me… your mouth all over me… tongue licking up the leftovers… the thought gets me hard.” When he’s finished he reaches for your hand, placing it on his upper thigh. The gasp that you intake is sharp, cold, and heated at the same time. His cock is pressing against his pants, yearning for your touch. “See?” His voice is barely above a whisper. It’s a bit husky as well, the palpable tension sinking into your bones. 

This was hot. Something that had made you feel like a shit human had now turned into something fused with desire. Satoru, someone you could never truly know wanted you and you didn’t care that it was just for sex. 

“Well, then why don’t you show me just how delicious you can be?”

Under the Goddess' Veil [TEASER]

A/n: This fic was a tad bit spur of the moment to take a break from rewriting some of Lady of Amberguard. Turns out I really like the idea and haven't been able to stop writing on it for 2 days. I will say this will be a bit of plot in the first 4 or 5 thousand words but from then on...dear Lord forgive me for the absolute FILTH I have planned.

Description: I'll give a silly one for right now, basically a maiden gets sacrificed to 5 dragons and a lot of fucking happens. The end.

Pairings: Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Uzui Tengen, and Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

ENJOY!

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“I was supposed to be sacrificed to you for the honor of my village…” You trail off, trying to connect the dots. You glance in the direction of Sanemi, his usually stern eyes softening when they connect with yours. “Are you going to eat me?” Your words sound pitiful, like you had accepted that fact already – and you had. You’d be raised on the single constant that you would be fed to the Gods atop the neverending tips.

Uzui appears in front of you, a lazy smirk playing with his lips as he leans down to be eye level with you. “Not in the way you’re thinking.” He purrs, rolling his smirk into his mouth.

Kyojuro pushes forward, his long hair whipping in the wind Obanai was still creating. “Your humans assume when we request a maiden to be given to us that we would feast upon her supple flesh,” He sighs, looking at Obanai as he speaks. “Every century our loneliness becomes unbearable. There was the occasional soul that attempted to harm us, wanting to take the hoard for themself, but that didn’t last long. Other draconics would visit us, but some of them would fight for our territory.” Your eyes are drawn to Sanemi again and his plethora of scars. He avoids your gaze at all costs, he finds the outer wall of the cave particularly interesting.

Kyojuro continues with a solemn smile. “Then one day a beautiful woman found her way into the lower tunnels. She came begging us to help her village, people were sick – dying. She was ready to give anything to us for the sake of the people.”

Uzui, who is leaning against the wall, pipes up again. “So she gave us her body.” Your brows knit together. Her body? What exactly did that mean? Kyojuro shoots him a glare before setting himself in front of your gaze, staring into your eyes.

“The women before you were scared, frightened of the big bad monsters within the Ponorich peaks. Most of them tried to escape with no avail…they would get lost and starve or stay within our sight and do the same thing. There were others that would find our hoard and selfishly conspire to harm us to take it.” Kyojuro’s eyes are bright swirls. “We want a mate, a bride.” Bride…you had dreamed about a day adorned with joy once. It had been a quick thought, squashed by the reality that you understood from a very young age. Though, now perhaps you could live the life that had been taken away from you.

The wind dies down and you quickly look behind to find Obanai stepping onto the edge in a graceful manner. He nods his head at you, an ethereal glow still present in his eyes. It made your stomach dip in the strangest way. "You can have one of us,” He waves his arm to the group of men, their eyes trained on you. Obanai steps forward, picking up your hands softly. You peer at him through your lashes. “Or all of us." He finishes. A distinguishing feeling glides through your very being. Something that tells you if you were going to die for the village the least you could do was live for them.

"I-I'd like to have all of you..." You stammer, your confidence dropping with every second. When did you decide to become so brazen? Here you were, a maiden surrounded by five men that surely looked upon you with heat and desire.

"Are you sure you can handle that little doe? Becoming the wife of five hungry dragons isn't going to be easy. You will ache when you are without us and you will ache when you are with us." Giyuu coos, placing a hand on your back. It sends licks of warmth that jolt to where you had never been touched.

“You will become ours in every way possible.” Uzui is now to your other side, hand upon your waist. “We will take you whenever we want,” A piece of hair falls to the side of his ear, distracting you for a moment until he brings your gaze back to him with fingers under your chin. “And you can take us whenever you want.”

Kyojuro hangs his arms around your shoulders, placing himself square behind you. The thin material of your slip does nothing to hide the warmth radiating off the man. “When our heat occurs you will have to be careful. One of us may ravish you and then two more join in.” He nudges your head with affection and your stomach stirs.

“Are you willing to make sacrifices?” Sanemi asks, still standing a few feet away from the huddle the rest of them had now created around you.

“I was raised to do so.” You reply, a confident nod moving your head.

Headcanons of the hashiras and their ideal weddings!!

(I WANT TO GET MARRIED :()

This is such a cute idea! The Hashiras would be such good spouses let's be honest. I wrote this as reader being a wife, I hope that's okay.

Also AHHH, I want to get married too! Then I'd have someone legally forced to help me stage fic scenarios and be a source of inspiration. That's the dream tbh

Ideal Weddings with the Hashira

Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your ideal wedding be like with the Hashira? (again Muichiro is my little baby and seeing him get married would be too much, but as a side part: he'd probably forget if you didn't walk him down the aisle yourself, so it would be a very wholesome event for the both of you) warnings: guys... it's up to you how you interpret what happens, but I know and you know.

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei wants something small and personal. 

The ceremony would take place at a shrine, an overall calm and peaceful event

He invites friends over for a reception in the backyard of the home you share

Gyomei, at all times, will have his hand either over your shoulder, on your thigh, or intertwined with your hand. He wants to keep you close, close enough to hug, close enough to kiss, and close enough to haul off when the party is over

The night ends with you falling asleep cuddled up next to him

Tengen Uzui

Tengen wants to go all out on your wedding dress, the decorations, the music, every little thing is amplified with magnificent splendor, thanks to your soon-to-be husband

The reception is an even bigger event, with floods of people you don’t know dancing to music just so Uzui can show you off for the night

Everything had to be perfectly glorious because that’s what you were

As the new wife, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru party with you all night, gossiping about how to best care for your beloved husband

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi would want just the two of you at the wedding except only those who mattered the most

The “after party” is simply a retreat for the both of you. He whispers about showing you off to the world, shouting from the rooftops about how much he loves you, but tonight you’re only for him

He takes all the time in the world to show you just how much he appreciates his newlywed wife

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is a tricky one because once he fell in love with you, he already saw you as his wife. He would just start calling you sweet marital pet names in the midst of life, taking you by surprise every time

Eventually, you’d have to tell him that you wanted to actually get married, the whole shebang, but Obanai would have you sign the papers and put on the wedding dress for only him to see

He wouldn’t be able to deal with anyone else looking at you from now on since your name and his were intertwined in eternity

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu leaves the planning to you because he can’t be trusted with making so many important decisions

He’s sure to love anything you decide 

When you walk up the aisle looking the way you do, he wishes he would’ve been more involved because his face contorts as he starts to sob over how beautiful you look

At the reception, Giyu still can’t believe that you took on such a stressful job and still smile at him with all the love in your heart. At the end of the night, all he can think about is how gorgeous you are when you still love him – even after he doesn’t deserve it

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro wants a traditional wedding that makes you shine in the best way. He’s wanted to tie the knot ever since he met you so at the moment he’s as excited as a child on Christmas morning

It’s a charming wedding, one that would appear in a romantic comedy at the end with a ‘just married’ car

Kyojuro carries you through the threshold of your home and not one guest sees either of you for many days because if there’s one thing Rengoku likes calling you more than wife, is hearing you be called mama.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri gets excited planning all the colors and ideas and together you make the perfect spring wedding with flowers and cherry blossoms everywhere. 

It’s back to the quaint and romantic Japanese countryside for your wedding, friends and family gathering around to share in the bottomless love 

With Mitsuri it’s like the sun has gotten married to you, her smile is enough to warm your heart and when she kisses you – the whole world falls away

It’s hard for you not to worship Mitsuri with how considerate she is every second of the day, so you end up showering her with surplus amounts of love

Mitsuri is thrilled to show you just how flexible she can be, in more ways than one. 

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu doesn’t want anyone else to ruin what little time she’ll get to spend with you, so you elope

She takes you far away from everyone else and you travel the world, collecting medicinal flora and fauna, touring beautiful villages, and holding hands the whole way

Now that you’re her wife, everything falls into place, she only wishes her older sister could’ve met you. 

Shinobu whispers to you every night how much she loves you and how she’s damn sure your body could heal the world

Heyyyy I love your work and I hope I’m not bothering you by asking you this, but will you be making a part 2 of your Hot and Tasty Rengoku fic? Totally okay if you’re not. Your writing is fantastic ❤️❤️❤️

This. Is. So. Sweet. Got me crying in the club fr fr. This really encourages me to try the best I can when writing <3 I have a whole Google Slides presentation dedicated to fics I want to write. I was thinking of one far in the future that would've been a short check-in when I first started writing it, but I fell in love with the storyline. So I'm fleshing out a longer version to give Kyojuro the love he deserves. This does mean it'll probably take a while for me to work up the courage to tackle it, but it's definitely on Google Slides!

<3 I hope my monkey brain thinks of more than just peen and boobies. And my hunchback of Notre Dame cosplay (gamer pose) doesn't fuck up my back even more than it already has.

ps. I just thought of that thing people usually do with their hands to sign s e x, but the circle is just rengoku as a donut :)

Topaz and Garnet Teaser

Prince Kyojuro x Fem YN

“Let go of me.” You huff, pushing at his chest. Kyojuro’s eyes trail over your face, a smirk present on his lips as he watches you squirm.

“And if I don’t?” He questions quietly. You stop trying to wriggle your way out and glare at him. He was only making you believe the rumors more.

“Then I’ll scream.” You reply plainly. His smirk grows as he leans closer to the shell of your ear. His body is warm and his breath is steamy as it moistens your skin.

“I’d love to hear you scream, preferably my name.”

Moonlit Monsters | Muzan x FEM!reader

SYNOPSIS: Reader is having a nice night time dip in the lake not too far from her village, when a mysterious man appears on the shore (omg it's like that one story in the Bible) anyway- the man stakes claim to the shadowy heart of reader.

CONTAINS: smut, female naked, one mention of a boner, claws, teeth, blood kink, oral sex (fem!receiving), kissing, a bit of wounding, outdoor sex (almost?), dirty talk

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

A/N: A little drabble I just had to get out of my system. I'll have a lot of free time coming up so I'm trying to get some of the shorter ideas I've had out of the way so I can crank out those longer fics. I hope you enjoy!

Moonbeams create a sky of their own on the water’s surface—the liquid forms around your naked body, welcoming you into the environment with ripples from your movement. There was a strong waterfall about 20 feet from your current spot in the lake creating small waves that would lap at the shore. The waterfall, a celestial cascade of liquid silver, descends gracefully from the heights above, its sound a lullaby that resonates through the night. The surrounding nature seems to hold its breath as if joining the observer in silent admiration of the nocturnal spectacle. Trees guarded this oasis with ancient splendor. You felt safe. That was until you heard the foliage rustle behind you. 

“You’re quite a pretty thing.” A smooth voice sneers. Your brows knit together as you turn in the water. There’s a figure leaning against one of the trees – face shaded by the lack of light. 

“I’m afraid this lake is already taken.” You call to the shore. You can’t see, but you swear their lips lift in a devious grin. 

They shift forward, still within the shadows. “And here I was hoping you’d invite me in.” The voice is deep, deeper than a woman's. You’d assume this was a man leering at you – like they usually did – but there was something off about this one. He carried himself in a way that made you think twice about crossing him. “What’da you say, Nightshine?”

A nickname, already? He moved quickly. “What if you’re dangerous?” An elegant laugh rumbles out of the man. His next move is at the speed of light as he almost teleports behind you. A chill runs through your body as his hands grip your shoulders. Claws dig into the tender skin, pricking blood. They also prick a low desire in the core of your stomach. 

“There is no if, my sweet, but you already knew that.” He purrs into the shell of your ear. Your body fills with heat at the way his hot breath makes your nipples stiffen. The prospect of what he was about to do excited you in a way that probably should be looked at by the village healer, but that was if you lived past this evening. 

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You question, stupidly, perhaps. A delighted hum vibrates from him, his fingers trailing down your arms. 

“I’m feeling a bit peckish after my last meal. I think you’ll be a delicious dessert.” The point of his sharp fingernails traces a swirling pattern on your collarbone. Without a moment's hesitation, the span of his hand wraps around the base of your throat, pushing your head to where it was resting on his shoulder. You could almost make out the shape of his face before thick curly locks fell in front of his face. You don’t miss the glint of pointed teeth in his lecherous grin. You notice he smells like the city, with aromas of food and women imprinted on the clothes he wears. There was a secondary scent, one that was pungent enough to make your nose crinkle. It was coppery and meaty, it didn’t mix with the first smells. The latter felt like part of him as if he carried the waft of blood on his body. 

His nose drags up the length of your jugular, stopping when he meets your ear lobe – licking the spot with hunger you could feel radiate off of him. His hand on your throat squeezes tighter as he slips it under your jaw. As he turns your head to face him he covers your eyes with his free hand. Your senses felt like they were on fire, everything making your ears perk up. “If your eyes meet mine,” He pauses, hot breath spreading over your exposed face. He must’ve moved closer to you. You can almost feel his proximity with the slight movement of his lips. “I will snap this pretty neck of yours.”

Soft, feverous lips meet yours. Feasting on the moan that escapes your mouth as his hand slides to the back of your neck, keeping you pressed to him. “Fuck you taste divine.” He growls, clamping down on your hair. Your yelp cracks into a gaspy moan as he bends his head to suck on the junction of your shoulder. The creatures of the night had always enticed you, even as a young girl you explored the forest in hopes the shadows the chief warned you about would appear. 

When he was kissing you this man tasted like fresh blood. A fact that should’ve made you run, but something told you that you wouldn’t make it very far. In the meantime he’d made his way down your body, scraping a claw down your abdomen. It stung with an exhilarating pain, making you press your thighs together. He clicks his tongue, pressing the muscle to the wound he’d created and licking up the blood that spilled from it. A whiney moan tumbles into the open when he takes your stiff nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with dexterity that even the warriors of your village would be envious. 

“M-more I need more,” You pant out, reaching down to grip his cheeks. They’re soft, and sunken in as he sucks on your hard peaks. A chuckle vibrates his mouth and the sensation makes you nearly scream. 

He lets go of your breast with a loud pop that echoes around the lake valley. His mouth is on yours, feeding you that same taste as before. It makes your knees weaken to the point he wraps an arm around your back, supporting you against his own body. He breaks from the kiss, the shadows only allowing you to see his mouth which turns up in a smirk. “I thought I was the hungry one, but it turns out you were ready to feast on me my little siren.” 

A warmth spreads over your body, your gaze falling to the reflective water you both stand in. “Who are you?” You find yourself asking, expecting the man to not respond. There’s a long pause before he wraps his massive hands under your thighs, pushing lightly so you’ll allow him to pick you up. He brings you around his waist, the hard planes of his chest exposed from where his clothing had parted slightly. 

“The monster your mother warned you about.” He responds, splashing through the water, toward the shore. Your heart pounds in your chest and chills run up your exposed back as the water drips to the ground. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” You whisper, finding your back aggressively pressed into the trunk of a tree. 

“Is that so?” He chuckles, kissing at your neck. You try to bite back the moans, but he nips at the splotchy skin he left from earlier, eliciting a garbled whine from your lips. 

“Oh heavens,” You cry out, gripping his shoulders. Another laugh, this one more devious than the last graces your ears. 

“No my sweet, the things I’m about to do to you will not be heavenly.” He huffs, lowering your body slightly to where you can feel something hard press into the apex of your thighs. 

“Then stop talking and take me already,” Exasperated from his teasing tongue your mouth turns down in a frown. 

He pulls you away from the tree, slamming you rather roughly into a large boulder near the shoreline. The wind is knocked out of you with his action. He slides you upon the boulder, grasping at the plush skin of your thighs. “Hold on darling.” He mumbles and before you have much time to regain any form of thought his tongue plunges into the place no one else has ever touched. A scream of pleasure rolls from your throat, the movement against the sensitive bud making you squirm. It felt so good like you were becoming a piece of glass about to explode. 

“Ngh–yes, oh my – f’eels so good.” Garbled nonsense sputters from your mouth as the man works the folds of your wet cunt like a master. A moan shakes from his throat, sending shockwaves through your nerves. 

“P-please, h–ugh–harder.” He listens well, sliding one of his clawed fingers into your throbbing pussy. You squirm from the intense amount of pleasure. With just one finger it felt like he was stretching you out, but through the slight sting, your walls still clenched around his finger. “That feels so good, ha,”

His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it while he moved his finger slowly in and out of you. You start to shake, an overwhelming feeling radiating through your entire being. Just as you feel the crest of whatever sensation that was he releases your abused clit, grinning up from between your legs. “Such a good girl,” He hisses, but a wash of realization crashes any pleasure you once felt as his red irises stare back at you. Illuminated in the moonlight a short gasp escapes your lips. You want to explain, it was an accident of course, but if the last thing you got to see was his eyes, you could die happy. His eyes glow with an ethereal gleam, his free hand clawing into your outer thigh. You let out a small cry as blood rushes forth. He lifts your leg, turning the axis of your hips to reveal the gash of flesh he tore into. He brings his teeth to the surface, sinking into the tender skin. You hiss in pain but the calming stare of his eyes brings you to a sense of euphoria. His tongue dances around, lapping up the copper liquid with appreciation. 

He lifts from your bloodied thigh, red painting his mouth as he smirks at you. “You are mine, little siren, you belong to me. You belong to the Demon King.”

HEHHEHEHEHEH WHATS UP MY BBG? I hope you have had a good day/night! I have this idea in my head that I'm ITCHING to get out but you can feel free to ignore❤️

Can you do what would happen and what would Sanemi, Giyu, Tanjiro, and Obani do if reader got turned into a demon during a battle?

LIKE I SAID FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!! YOU DA GOAT BBG❤️

GEHEHE I'M DOING SO GREAT! 🫶🫶I HOPE YOU'RE DOING EVEN BETTER THOUGH 😡🥹 It was raining here all day and I was a worrisome parent and got soaked going to check on my kitties🥰🥰. (also why would I ignore such an angsty request MWAHAHA😈)

Includes: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Tanjiro Kamado, and Obanai Iguro CW: pretty much reader dies in all scenarios, but... yeah no my heart hurt writing these so there's no hope for any of us. Death, angst, sadness.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

The demon’s claws slice through you, tearing your skin apart. You fall to the ground, crumpled and bleeding

“San-Sanemi,” You choke out, the life draining from your beautiful eyes.

A vengeful scream erupts from his throat, burning his very vocal cords as he rushes the creature

Its head falls to the ground with a gruesome thump, Sanemi dropping to his knees next to your corpse. “YN...I’m so-”

Your eyes, they’re open and your pupils pull into slits. His next breath catches in his throat. “Sorry,” He breathes, his eyes stinging with hot tears

He picks up his nichirin blade, using it to help him into a standing position. Sanemi’s choked sobs echo through the forest valley. The glint of fresh sunlight reflecting off of his blade as he plunges the tip into your heart. The sun is cresting over the mountains in a new dawn.

Your garbled noises nearly drive him to the brink of whisking you off to a shadowy haven, but you wouldn’t want to live out your life being the very thing you fought so hard against. 

As the ashen belongings of your body blow past him he feels like he’s just stabbed himself through the heart.

“Sorry…so sorry.” He cries, but the sunlight dries his tears. 

Giyu Tomioka

He was by your side one second then cornered off by a second demon. He wants to remain close to you and protect you, but as he lands the final blow to the demon in front of him he catches the tail end of the demon lifting you by your throat. 

His blood runs cool, the demon’s features twisting in a cruel sneer as it makes you lick up the blood from his wounds. 

Too late, too late, too late

Just like with Sabito, Giyu was too late to save you. His head spins, running through possibilities to somehow not fuck up again

Tanjiro and Nezeko were a special case, who’s to say Giyu would break through to you? And when he didn’t? Would his heart finally go numb? The risk was too great.

The demon has dropped you and ran off, leaving you panting on the ground. You touch your throat, hacking up the blood it tried to feed you. A glimmer of hope sprouts in Giyu’s chest. Maybe you had saved yourself? You meet his gaze, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Giyu,” you smile, the one he’d grown accustomed to seeing every morning when you greeted him. “Giyu, I need you to be strong,” you start, but he can’t hear you. He doesn’t want to.

“No, I’m not strong,” His voice is trembling. His body aches with the knowledge of what you’re about to request of him. He couldn’t do it. You meant too much to him and he was a selfish man. When everyone else ignores him you see through his suffering to the little boy underneath, scared of being seen for the fraud he was. 

There’s that smile again. “Giyu. You’re a Hashira, you’re more than strong – you’re kind. You know what you have to do. Please, before it’s too late.”

Giyu’s body feels limp as tears mix with his sweat. He was too weak to save Sabito, but he could still save you. He yells into the night, a pained scream that rustles the birds from their branches.

Your head thumps to the side, fanning into dust as he sinks to his knees, sobbing over your remains. Turns out – he wasn’t numb after all. 

Tanjiro Kamado

You’re bloody, a demon standing over you, it’s foul stench dripping round droplets onto your wound

“Let’s see if you have the heart to kill one of your own, slayer.”

Tanjiro had been through this before, with his younger sister Nezeko and things were turning out alright with her.

Would his bond be strong enough to snap you out of the demonic craze? You had acted like an older sibling to him, watching over his progress and always cheering him on. Often he thought the gods had blessed him with you so he would have someone to look after him when he had no one. 

“YN!” He screams, the demon slipping away into the night. “YN talk to me. If you can still talk that means there’s still time.” But the veins on your face bubble and contort your expression to one of hatred.

Tanjiro falls back on his hands, heart loudly echoing in his ear. “YN, please… it’s me…your little brother.” But it’s far too late to work on your once human heart. As you rise to your feet Tanjiro stumbles to his as well

His katana is shaking in his grip. You were a demon, but also his friend. He can’t see through his blurry vision. 

“Pathetic,” you spit, then before Tanjiro can will his heart to do what he knew he couldn’t, you spill into the shadows

His vow to cut the head from Muzan Kibutsuji’s body grew a thousandfold that night

Obanai Iguro

You had been on this mission for weeks now, fighting side by side. Obanai had grown fond of you.

That was until a demon stole you away, reminding him that fondness sprouted weaknesses. However, he tracks you down regardless.

The demon had set up in a cave, the dawn making this rescue mission easier, but as he steadily slides into the heart of the cave he finds you’ve been tied up, dried green blood on your lips

“Fuck,” Obanai hisses into the darkness, searching around for the creature that did this to you

“It’s gone Obanai…” You drawl, your voice raspy and strained. He winces at the state of you.

He rushes to untie you, hoping it’s not too late and the insect Hashira can work some miracle cure on you. If Obanai was fond of you he couldn’t even imagine how the corp members felt about you. 

It had been a while of your fighting off the urge to turn, there had to be hope for you. If only he could get you back to headquarters fast enough…

As if reading his mind you shake your head solemnly. “Please, let me see the sunrise one last time,” you croak, gaze drifting to the sunlight filtering in from the cave’s entrance. 

Obanai squeezes his eyes shut, the electric buzz of his heart making it hard to fulfill your request. He was stagnant, breath quickening as you pleaded with him.

He offers you his hand, willing his chest to return to steel. He leads you to the outside world and your grip tightens as you step into the sun. Obanai’s body aches with unrelenting sorrow. If only he’d kept a better eye on you.

Soon enough, a faint ‘thank you’ blows past him on the wind, and he rushes away from the spot, not willing to look at what he had so carelessly taken for granted. 

This Time| Satoru Gojo pt. 2

Synopsis: This time, Satoru is hungry for your sweet love. He can’t get enough of you after that birthday party you both attended. After a promise to surprise him for his birthday, he surprises you with a question you never thought Satoru Gojo would ask anyone.

Warning/contains: strong language, kissing, cowgirl sex, soft BDSM play, male dom, female dom, male sub, female sub, begging, missionary sex, mention of insecurities, possibly unsanitary sexual things, mentions of pregnancy (slight breeding kink just suddenly appears in this man?? Maybe 30 years old is getting to him) mutual pining (with this comes a bit of angst)

Word count: 8.9k

an: It’s so early in the morning right now and I’m not even sure if I’m awake (words are looking wrong to me, I think the sleep deprivation is turning me illiterate), but I GOT IT DONE. I edited it as much as I could, but at this point I just wanted to post it. If there’s any major problems with the grammar, please let me know. This was a lot of fun to write, plus Satoru kind of reminds me of someone I know outside of the fictional world so he’s easy(ish) to write. Well, peace out friends, I’m going to fall asleep to Minecraft videos and try not to upset the massive sunburn I got at the beach today. Drae out <3 

Satoru trails sticky kisses down the line of your jaw, his hair tickles your face as he maneuvers his head to kiss your neck. Your heart felt like it was in two places at once; your throat and…down lower. Something was throbbing and unbeknownst to you Satoru could smell your arousal. It was a slight tang in the air, something so faint it was hard to describe. Once you identified it though, it became thick, settling over you like a fog of dizzying desire. Gojo smiles against your collarbone and brushes his teeth against the soft skin, making you shudder in response. This time was pure bliss. Different from when the both of you fucked after making a pitstop back at Shoko’s party. Different from the sweaty nights last week where you’d either find Satoru at your door after work or he’d invite you over to his place. He’d kissed every inch of your body by now, claiming every cell as his own. He fucked so much that you’d begun to only think about the next time he’d push you up against his kitchen counter, demand you suck his cock, or lift you up against the wall to fuck you from behind or make you watch in a mirror as he touches all over your body, or even the time you both couldn’t wait until you got home so he fucked you in a dark alleyway. You weren’t sure what the definition of your relationship was with Satoru Gojo anymore. He was your best friend, someone you could rely on and share memories with when you both were younger. Now, things were complicated. 

“You’re absolutely intoxicating y/n.” Satoru suddenly whispers, he’s now laying off at your side, propped up on your breasts with his eyes scanning your face. “I could look at your face for hours and never get sick of it.” He pauses, a grin lifting onto his full lips. “That’s it.” He mumbles. You tilt your head and look at him curiously. 

“What’s it?” You question, lazily lifting your hand to pet his head. He accepts the loving strokes and shuts his eyes softly.

“Tonight, after I’m done fucking you, which could be never, I want us to draw each other.” He moves his hands so they’re now resting on your chest as well. “I’m so going to beat your ass. I’m a great artist.” He boasts. You roll your eyes as a swell of emotion builds in your chest. There wasn’t a night that went by when Gojo didn’t actively initiate sex or deny your advances. It was something strange to you since most men were fucking weird about intimacy with you. Gojo was different. The little voices in your head were trying to tell you otherwise though. He’s just bored. Men love sex. Don’t get used to it. He’s just using you. You don’t see him asking to have an actual relationship with you. You’re just some hole he can fill for the time being. 

If you were being honest, you didn’t necessarily care. You weren’t entirely sure you were even ready to have that conversation with Satoru. Dating? You hated it, but it could be different with him. You shift slightly so you can get a better look at the gangly man laying on you. 

“Who said you were getting to fuck me Satoru?” You mused teasingly. He chuckles darkly, a low sound that almost sends a shiver down your spine. He lifts a finger and trails it across your chest toward your budding nipple. He circles it a couple of times, watching as your nipple perks up to his attention. He smirks to himself and you want to curse your body for being so honest. Satoru moves his finger to your mouth next. He swipes at your bottom lip and your lips part instinctively. His eyes darken as he wets his long digit on the inside of your lip. You’re not sure, but you think something is hardening against your leg. Satoru is on a mission though, he wants to prove you wrong. So his next destination is to make the long journey down your body to the apex of your legs. Where he claimed these lips were nothing but sweet to him, while the ones connected to your mouth teased him relentlessly. You tense, expecting him to hook his finger into your swollen pussy, but he teases the thick skin of your thigh before lightly brushing over your pubic mound. You let out a breath as he plays with your other thigh now, molding his whole hand into the fatty surface. 

“Now,” he pauses, tracing small circles closer and closer to your entrance. If he would just move a little further to the right he’d be in the right spot. “Now you’re going to have to beg for my cock like a common whore.” Before you’re able to resist he moves your underwear to the side and allows the air to tickle your senses. “I’d like to see how far you’d go just for me to fuck you.” He mumbles more to himself than to you. Your gaze falls to where his fingers are now sloppily playing with your entrance. Slick is spread around as he continues, obviously enjoying what he was doing. 

“Satoru, you’re just making a mess.” You exhaled, shifting away from his fingers. His lazy gaze snaps to you and for a moment you think you’ve upset him but he just smiles. 

“Oh? Am I?” He looks back to your exposed pussy. He moves on top of you more and you grunt with the sudden added weight. Satoru presses his lips into your neck, breathily kissing the tender skin where he always gave you hickies. “Then you’ll just have to be a good girl and beg me.” His lips brush against the line of your jaw and your heart pounds in your chest. “Come on, you know how much I like it when you use your mouth.” What was his obsession with getting you to beg him for his cock? Was it some sort of ego boost? Is that all you were to him? Though, you couldn’t deny the thrumming in your ears as he sucked on your sensitive neck. 

“Why should I?” You close your eyes as he continues to smother you in kisses. “Are you that desperate to know if I want you to fuck me?” Satoru halts his pursuit and peers into your eyes. He furrows his brows and a strand of his silver hair falls into his eye. 

“Oh I know you want me to fuck you,” Satoru looks up and down your body, a small smirk playing with his lips as he notes how pebbled your nipples are. He also first handed felt how wet you were for him. Ready to have him easily slide into your practically begging pussy. Your mouth may not be begging, but your cunt was and he loved they way it was wet for him. You were stubborn, making Satoru’s chest heave with anticipation of how much shit you would give him for asking you to beg. He wasn’t usually one to be subdued nor stay with a woman for this long, but you had somehow changed both of those facts about this rich playboy. It’s true he’d told Suguru and Nanami about how much he liked being around you and how effortlessly sexy you were. They told him he had a crush, but he’d never had a crush. He didn’t know how to define his feelings. You enraptured him, he couldn’t get close enough to you, mark you up enough, or miss you enough when you weren’t with him. These feelings were painful, frustrating even. It was like a pulsing in his chest he couldn’t soothe. You had royally fucked him up. 

“It’s not fair that you have more restraint.” You complain, looking off to the side in a huff. Satoru had his share of ladies so he knew how to tease out what he wanted from them. In hindsight, he played with his food before devouring it and the women usually gave in to his every wish and whim. But restraint? You had to be fucking kidding him. He was barely hanging on by a thread with your all but naked body underneath him. Your neck was speckled in red splotches. Your nipples were aching to be played with. You were nothing short of a fantasy for him. Though, he couldn’t tell you those things. Instead, Satoru whisks up a lazy smirk and licks his lips slowly. 

“All you have to do is beg.” He draws, admiring the way your bottom lip protrudes in a sexy pout. Your heartbeat was drowning out all rational thoughts by now. You wanted Satoru to fuck you until your eyes rolled back into your head. His teasing presence made it so easy to enjoy yourself. Sex with Satoru was like getting a full spa treatment. He was simply incredible at everything from foreplay to eating you out to making you cry out his name until the sun came up the next day. 

“Fine…but don’t get used to it Satoru.” You give in, whispering the latter part. An overwhelming grin takes over his face as he patiently awaits your words. He even moves off you allowing you room to sit up against the headboard. If you were going to do this you were going to go all out for him so he never asked you to do it again. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. It’s like a different person takes over your body as you lean forward and slowly open your eyes. 

“Please forgive your useless slut. I want nothing more than your thick, delicious, talented cock burrowed deep in my pussy. It belongs to you so please use it as you wish.” You feel hot embarrassment flood through you as the words leave your mouth, but something snaps in Satoru. Having you actually use that language and the look in your eyes nearly sent him plummeting into the deep end. 

“Fuck,” He curses, gripping the sheets underneath him for some type of grounding. You didn’t expect your words to have such an effect on him, though he did ask for it. Even though you were almost naked, Satoru still remained in a loose band tee and longue shorts he’d thrown on to cuddle with you. His gaze lifts to yours and those once beautiful cooling ocean eyes that sparkle in any light are now dark and lustful. He looks almost predatory as his jaw ticks. Apparently, rich boys like it when you beg for them. “Get over here bug.” He demands, motioning for you to stand in front of him. You wince at the nickname he’d given you when you were kids being used in what felt like a derogatory usage. You oblige, moving off the bed and toward Satoru. You decide to slip out of your underwear on your way to him. You position yourself between his knees, looking into his eyes for his next command. Both of your chests are breathing shallowly and the silence is making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You clench on nothing, yearning to be filled one way or another. 

“Satoru.” You breathe and his eyes flit around your body. It was like he was drinking in his whole view. He then grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you forward. You end up straddling his lap with your knees digging into the mattress and ass barely pressed into him. He fixes that situation by moving himself back an inch or so, allowing you a more comfortable seat on his legs. Just the heat from his crotch is enough to drive you wild. You almost moaned from the friction when he moved. 

Suddenly Satoru’s lips are against yours. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him urgently. His kisses are quick, never staying in one spot for too long. He kisses all over your face and lifts his hips every once and a while to push his erection into your hot core. You groan into his mouth when he’s back sloppily making out with you. He uses his free hand to feel up your breasts. You arch your back slightly at finally being able to feel some pleasure from Satoru’s hand. He moves his hand to the apex of your legs and inserts two fingers into your cunt, curling them around your clit. You break free from his lips and let out a breathy moan, clutching his shoulders to stabilize yourself. 

“Tell me how much you love my fingers in your pussy.” Gojo’s voice is low, commanding, and utterly sexy. He relentlessly hits the same spot, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably. Your breath is coming out in short gasps as you try to maintain some sense of reality. 

“F-fuck-fuck, hngh, Satoru.” Your eyes are squeezed shut but you can tell that he’s looking at you. He probably has that stupid smirk on his lips because he knows what he does to you. You clench around his fingers and roll your lips into your mouth. 

“Come now Bug, use your words like a proper whore.” Satoru purrs, pumping his fingers into you harder, bruising your clit. You couldn’t say no to him. Not like this. Anything he wanted from you, you would give to him in a heartbeat. 

“God, I love your fucking fingers in my pussy,” You let out a cracking moan as you drop your head to his shoulder, bucking against his fingers. “Hah, right there Satoru. Yes, yes, yes!” Your stomach tightens as your shoulders roll forward. 

“Cum on my fingers Bug.” Satoru coos into your ear. His hot breath alone on your ear sends you over the edge. You wildly clench his fingers, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Such a good girl.” He praises and takes his fingers out of your aching pussy. He watches you carefully as you try to steady yourself over him once more. You both are face-to-face now, an orgasm making your eyes sparkle with satisfaction. “Open your mouth.” Satoru orders and you do as you’re told. He places the fingers he just had pressed inside you on your tongue. “Figured I’d show you just how sweet you are.” His eyes track your every movement. From the way your eyes flutter shut to the way, you twirl your tongue around his fingers, bobbing your head slightly. You feel him grow even harder against your entrance and he notices as well. You slip your hand between your bodies, feeling him up through his shorts. 

“Please put it in me Satoru.” You’d never been more desperate for his cock than this moment. He leans forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You can feel him raggedly breathing against your arm. “Satoru?” You lean back to check on him. What was going on with him right now?

“Sorry, I was trying to calm myself down.” He lifts his head, wrapping his arms around your ass and thighs. You look at him inquisitively, obviously confused by what he meant. He sighs and avoids your gaze. “I’ve been trying to last longer with you, but for some reason, I finish almost instantly.” His face flushes red and he ducks his head even further away from you. “I just want to be able to satisfy you as much as you-” He groans and lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m talking too much.” You lean in trying to get into Satoru’s view. You were surprised by the honesty, you thought it was cute how vocal he was being about his concerns for your satisfaction. 

“Hey,” You whisper, grabbing his cheeks and turning his head to look at you. Sometimes when you looked into his eyes you still couldn’t believe this was happening. Satoru Gojo, your best friend, and you had sex every day this week. Multiple times. You’d never have thought it possible that the two of you would’ve even kissed, but here you sit, on his lap. His bright eyes stare into yours. “You’re doing great Satoru, I’m more satisfied than I ever have been. This isn’t like you to feel insecure.” You present a comforting smile to him in hopes he overcomes whatever this block was for him. 

“You’re right…” He lets out a steady breath and glances to the side. “I’m sorry if I ruined the mood.” He sighs, frustration creasing his brow. You shrug and shake your head. 

“Nah, it’s nice to know every once and a while that you actually have feelings.” You tease and giggle slightly when he whips his head to look at you with offense lining his face. 

“I’m very feeling.” He quips back, that easy smirk planted on his lips again. “I felt your pussy clenching on my fingers a couple of minutes ago.” He muses, eyeing up your body appreciatively. Your face heats up at his words. You decide to go with the flow.

“Do you want to feel my pussy clenching around your dick this time?” Your words come out as a whisper and Satoru’s eyes lighten up when he hears them. You’re suddenly very aware of his hard cock in the palm of your hand and the way he’s shifting for you to have access to it. 

“Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock.” He leans back on his hands, observing you fumble with the hem of his shorts. You manage to pull them down enough to free his erection. You couldn't get over the beauty his dick held. How pale the shaft was. How pink the tip was. How a single vein ran up his length on the underside. He carefully leans over to the nightstand to grab a condom. He rolls it over his cock almost quicker than people start talking to a puppy in a baby voice. You lift yourself up on your knees and line the tip up at your entrance. Carefully you sink down on him, letting out a soft gasp as you do so. “Fucking hell.” Satoru shifts his hips and this causes you to let out a stuttered moan. 

“D-don’t move so suddenly.” You breathe, shuddering at how full he makes you feel. Gojo lets out a dark chuckle and moves his hips again. You bite down on your bottom lip and feel a prickling sensation crawl up your spine. 

“You’d better start moving or I am.” Satoru rasps. You hesitantly sink further onto him, sucking in a breath when you feel him grow even bigger while inside you. Satoru flutters his eyes shut and a low groan rumbles out from deep within him. You can almost feel it coursing through you. 

“You feel so-so fucking good Satoru.” He moans softly in response to your praise. You’re not entirely sure what you should do next, you’re nearly never on top in these situations. You do remember a few pornos where the woman would start to roll her hips back and forth when in the cowgirl position. You try moving your hips slowly and Satoru’s eyes suddenly open and widen. 

“Holy shit yn,” He watches you move again and you like the way it makes him slide in and out of your wet entrance. He bites down on his lip, his eyes rolling back in his head slowly. “Just like that baby,” You almost halt in your motions. Baby? No, it couldn’t mean what you thought it did. It makes you want to get him drunk off of pleasure more to see what he’d let slip. 

“You like that?” You tease him by lifting your hips and then slamming back down. Satoru moans loudly, a small whimper escaping his lips as well. He instantly covers his mouth and stares at you. 

“What-what the fuck are you-” You twirl your hips, making sure to flutter your pussy around him. He bites down on his finger but you can still hear the moaning whimpers that are sounding from him. “What are y-you doing to me?” Another loud moan. You smirk and lean forward on him. You feel a sudden urge to kiss him so that’s what you do. Bringing your lips to his with a sense of yearning passion lingering on the tip of your tongue. Satoru kisses you back, every once and a while moaning into your mouth. You love the taste of his pleasure. It was sickeningly sweet, almost addicting. He breaks away from your kiss and his muscles tighten. “I-I’m going to cum bug, oh fuck-” You sink down on him, loving the way you can feel his dick throbbing inside of you. He flops on his back, pulling you with him. His lips are on yours again. Slotting his mouth against yours and grabbing the back of your head. He licks at your lips, asking for permission into your mouth. You allow his tongue to meet yours in a sort of embrace. You move your head back to breathe, staring down at Satoru as you still remain on top of him and his cock burrowed in your cunt. “Hear me out.” He pants. “Round two?”

Satoru is perched on the couch next to you eyeing the movie you had picked with a curious face. He looks like a cat all curled up like that. “Why don’t Eliza and Angelia just beat the shit out of Alexander? He obviously deserves it.” You laugh loudly and look at him with raised brows. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures to the tv. “The guy’s a dick.” Your lips curl up in a smile, one that happens absentmindedly as you watch Satoru. Your heartbeat starts to pick up and you quickly look away. No, no, no, no don’t you dare start that shit. You absolutely cannot allow yourself to have feelings for him again. This isn’t one of those fairy tale books where everyone ends up with their happily ever after. Satoru obviously enjoys having sex with you and enjoys your company as friends, nothing more. You bite into your lip as the pounding continues. Though, what if he had a crush on you? The playboy of the wealthy? Yeah right. But… what if? 

You shake your head at the thought and go back to watching the screen, unaware of the white-haired man now silently peering at you. The way the screen lit up your face in the dim lighting reminded him of fireworks. He’d have to take you to see some soon. Then again, every time he looked at you or kissed you he felt something similar to fireworks in his body. It was new, and scary, and he hated how easily you had slipped past the friendship boundary and right into where most people never sat; in his heart. These feelings, this pounding in his chest, thrumming up to his ears… it must mean he cared for you, deeply. How did you feel about him? Satoru was used to getting what he wanted so if you didn’t feel the same way he’d be absolutely crushed. Maybe that’s where it got its name. He briskly looks back to the screen before you catch him staring. He had to figure out what to do before things escalated too far. 

“Satoru holy shit.” You suddenly exclaim. He jumps slightly and looks at you with a weary smile. “It’s your birthday next week.” You beamed. Shit, he’d almost forgotten his own birthday, that’s how much you’d taken over his mind. His brows raise slowly. 

“Well, you know what that means…” He trails off a smirk tugging at his lips. You laugh and scoot in closer to him. 

“What does that mean?” You question. Satoru’s gaze falls to your lips and then slowly meets your gaze again. 

“You’re going to have to do something special for my birthday.” He’s full-on smirking now. You bite your lips gently. 

“Yeah?” You allow your hand to trace circles on his upper knee. “Well, then no sex until your birthday so you can enjoy what I plan to the fullest.” He looks you up and down just as ‘Say No to This’ starts playing. You grin teasingly and lean back to your spot on the couch. 

Satoru can’t seem to stop looking at you. How’d he get so lucky with a woman like you? Who would’ve thought that the woman of his dreams would be one of his best friends? He feels a throbbing in his cock as the growing need to be nestled into your neck and thrusting into you nearly takes over his body. Like he’d thought before… you’d royally fucked him up. 

“You’re a cruel cruel woman.” He lamented, flopping back against the couch. You giggly softly and your lips fall into a gentle almost loving smile.

“Careful, I’m in charge of the planning.” Satoru rolls his eyes and grumbles to himself. 

“Mistakes were made.” He sighs. You lean on his shoulder while laughing. 

“Yeah, like when your mom had you.” You tease. Satoru glances down at you and for a moment all he wants to do is curl up with you and stay like this forever, but he regains his senses and distances himself a bit. 

“Hey, you can go back to using plastic for all I care.” He huffs. You snicker loudly and cuddle into the crook of his arm.

“I’m trying to save the planet by having sex with you.” You quip back. He starts to laugh along with you, the walls he’d built up seconds ago falling down like there was no wall to begin with. Was this what love felt like? Easy? Laughing? Companionship and lovemaking? It was true he hadn’t stayed in a relationship for too long or with a single girl. He was slutty and a playboy, but he yearned for something different with you. He didn’t view that night at the hotel as an accident, but it had changed the whole course of his life. Satoru was almost 30, maybe it was time he tried settling down with someone. He knew his mom loved you so she’d be ecstatic. Plus you’d be the first girl he purposefully brought home labeled as his girlfriend. Wait, wow, did he really want you to be his girlfriend? Did he like you that much? He peers down at your body snuggled into him and his heart thuds in his chest. He absentmindedly lifts his right hand to run it up and down your back. You hum in satisfaction and Satoru feels happy. Yeah, he was definitely falling in love with you. 

“Yn I told you I sent out invites to everyone you told me to.” Satoru narrows his eyes at you, annoyed with your constant nagging. You were just trying to make sure his birthday party was fitting. Family and friends and partying. His parents and little brother would be arriving together to spend the night at his apartment today, where you both currently were spending your time. You hoped that you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of his mother. You knew she liked you but things felt different now that you were…having sex with her son. 

“Well you’d better have, or there will be consequences.” You purse your lips and squint at him. His furrowed brows fall into a smirk and he wiggles his brows. 

“Consequences you say?” He muses. “I like the sound of those. Does that include you having to talk off all your clothes if I misbehave?” He looks at you through his lashes, feigning innocence. You open your mouth and scoff at him. 

“How the hell is that a consequence for you?” You quiz. Satoru shrugs and gestures to your body. 

“The consequence is terrorizing the children as I take you right in front of them.” He lazily lets his eyes rack over your outfit and you think you catch him licking his lips. “Thank God I have enough money for all of their therapies.” He mumbles. Your mouth is hanging open now.

“Satoru Gojo you cannot fuck me in front of all your friends and family.” You exclaim. His eyes lift to meet yours. 

“Why not? I bet you’d like having people watch how good I make you feel.” He raises a brow. “Wouldn’t you darling? You want Suguru to hear you moan my name?” He leans forward and props his elbows up on his knees. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

“Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that without traumatizing the kids?” You ask. Satoru rolls his lips into his mouth and continues to stare into your eyes with a deep emotion swirling through his own. 

“I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.” He finally replies. You feel your body go ice cold at his words, then you heat up exponentially. What? Did he know what he was saying? Did he mean that? Holy shit, what the fuck, oh my god. Your heart starts off for the races, leaving you behind in the dust. You don’t think rational thought is something your brain can do anymore. 

“W-what?” You manage to stutter out, leaning into the kitchen counter so you didn’t fall over from the overwhelming feelings you were having. Satoru stands up and strides over to you. He catches your hands and raises them to his lips. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend yn.” He kisses your fingers while staring into your eyes. All the confusion of what was happening between the both of you seems to melt away with his words. He wanted a relationship with you. Satoru Gojo, the most playboy man you knew, wanted not only a relationship but one with you. 

“Did you hit your head?” You try to raise your hand to feel his temporal lobe but he shakes his head and grips your hands tightly. 

“Say yes yn, please make me the happiest man on Earth. I want to figure out what love is with you…” He trails off, your heart nearly melting into a puddle on the floor. 

“You’re being serious?” You question, dazed by the sudden development in the situationship. He nods and you nearly collapse at his feet. “Then…y-yes.” You whisper, avoiding his gaze. “I want to be your girlfriend.” Satoru pulls you into his body, hugging you tightly to his chest. 

“Thank god you said yes, I was scared shitless there for a second. Never let me confess to someone again.” He laughs, kissing your neck and cheeks softly. “My bug. My girlfriend. Mine.” He holds your cheeks and stares into your eyes. You feel like you’re soaring through the sky. Love is in the air and you’re about to gobble it up like a hungry bee with pollen. “Can I kiss you?” He asks so gently you barely hear him. 

“Of course.” You reply back, but he cuts you off by tangling your lips together like he’s a starved man. You smile against his lips, overjoyed and a bit overwhelmed. Satoru Gojo was your boyfriend. He was the one who asked you out. Holy shit. That’s fucking wild and you still couldn’t exactly grasp what the hell just happened. He breaks back from the kiss and grins. 

“Shoko is going to be super annoying tomorrow.” His eyes light up with his smile. “She’ll be all ‘I told you so Toru, you’re a lost cause.’” He pitches his voice higher to mock Shoko. You giggle at the way his voice cracks faintly. 

“I’m sure she’ll congratulate us. She doesn’t seem the type to rub it in your face that she was right.” You feel elated as Satoru pushes your foreheads together. 

“If anything I’m the one who should be rubbing it in her face. I’m the man who has yn ln as my girlfriend. She’s kind, intelligent, radiant, and really fucking good in bed.” His voice lowers and one of his hands slides down your forearm. “Speaking of…” He trails off, watching his own hand explore your body. His touch sends shivers up your arm and tickles your brain. A pulsing ache comes from within. His hands are always so warm. 

“Your birthday is tomorrow.” You mummer, eyes fluttering shut. “We can’t.” You make sure to add on, recalling your promise of celibacy until the night of his birthday. 

“But don’t you want to Yn? I know I do.” He quizzes. His fingertips walk down your hip and play with your stomach fat. 

“Are you trying to make me into a liar?” Despite your words, you expose your neck to Satoru’s will. He takes you up on that offer and starts to suck the delicate skin. His warm lips created a raised splotch. A soft moan escapes your lips and you detect that fucking smile of his against your skin. 

“Not at all, but there’s not a part of you I don’t want to taste.” He husks, licking his handy work. His exploratory hand roams to the hem of the sweats you’re wearing. “Do you want to do it in front of the mirror again?” His voice is light and airy, but it’s so low and predatory at the same time. That alone makes you squirm and press your thighs together. 

“Satoru-”

Ding-dong ding-dong

“Satoru dearest, your family is here~” You both make eye contact and scramble away from each other like two teens caught kissing in a closet. 

“Fuck.” You hiss and look for a place to hide away. You were dressed for their arrival just yet! You were in sweats and the rich did not like off-brand Walmart sweats. 

“Go. Quickly get changed in the guest room.” Satoru shoos you away toward the room opposite his. Little did he know you’d thrown your belongings into his room thinking you’d have enough time to get changed in there. You hear him open up the door and greet his parents. “Gumi you look like you got electrocuted on the way here. Do you even brush your hair when you wake up?” Satoru teases his younger brother. You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your laughter. Megumi did always tend to have spikey untamed hair. It was his signature look. 

Back to the mission on hand though. You quickly slip into Satoru’s room just as you hear Megumi answer in a monotone voice-

“No.” 

You flail around aimlessly in the dark for your bag. Why the fuck did he always keep it so dark in here? He was pale enough to be a vampire…shit yn look harder. You finally feel the leathery strap of your bag and grab onto it. Pulling it close to your body you almost lose your balance. Shit. 

“How is my little Tory? Mommy has missed you.” You bite down on your lips again, almost losing your shit this time. Tory? You weren’t letting him live that down. 

“Mom please,” You hear him groan loudly, most likely trying to dodge her affection. You make it back into the dimly lit hallway and spot Mrs. Gojo reaching out for her eldest son while Megumi glances around like he couldn’t care less. You get so caught up watching your boyfriend that you completely forget that you’re meant to be hiding until you get ready. It’s too late, Gumi has spotted you. Your eyes widen as you meet his gaze, but before he can point you out you nearly jump into the guest room. That was close. You quickly pull off your comfortable clothes and bring out the dress you’d bought especially for Satoru’s birthday. It was a sparkly silver with a long slit that traveled all the way up to your upper thigh. You set that to the side and take out a more appropriate attire to greet the mother of your boyfriend. You snicker to yourself as you pull the flowy green dress over your head. Satoru was your boyfriend. You wanted to skip around the place and aggressively flip off the world because you’d done it. You were dating Satoru Gojo. A wave of anxiety suddenly washes over you. How in the world was the girlfriend of Satoru Gojo supposed to act? Surely beef would still be permitted? You shake your head and decide to forgo worrying over stupid things like that. You step out into the hallway and put on your best I’m just now finding out that these people have arrived and haven’t been hiding away from them in fear of judgment face to greet the family. 

“When did you all get here?” You call from the hallway, finally walking into sight. At least for some. You make eye contact with Megumi and the boredom on his face shifts to one of amusement. Damned Gojo brothers and their smirks. Mrs. and Mr. Gojo turn to you with massive smiles. The whole family was show-stopping with their pure white hair and ice-blue eyes. You hold out your arms in an attempt to smooth your nerves. Mrs. Gojo accepts your embrace without hesitation. She squeezes you tightly and then holds you by your shoulders. 

“Dear, I’ve missed you so much.” She glances at her eldest son and then back to you. “What’s been new with you?” Fucking your son and then getting into a relationship with him. Oh, and I haven’t had beef in like a week, but that’s because I’ve been filling up on your son’s meat. 

“Nothing much.” You smile and then glance at Satoru, who is having small talk with his father. As if sensing that you’re staring he meets your gaze. He looks at his mother and then at you and then at the rest of the group. 

“Well, there is something different. I was going to wait to tell everyone at once, but you’re my family after all.” He sighs with a huge grin forming on his lips. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you close to him. “Yn and I are dating.” 

The Gojos surprisingly didn’t have an issue with your relationship. Not that you thought they seriously would. They knew you were a hard worker and didn’t care about the money. The only thing bothering you at the moment was the loud party you were in the midst of. Everyone was super pumped because Satoru had finally gotten a girlfriend that he intended to keep. Shoko had given you a knowing look while Suguru and Nanami relentlessly teased Satoru. He was dressed to the nines in a wonderfully fitted black suit that made him look better than the professionally made birthday cake. As other people started to arrive your anxiety started to spike, but it was comforting knowing Satoru wouldn’t step away from you for long if at all. He held onto your hand while sipping a martini. 

“You know how badly I want to rip that dress of yours off right?” Satoru whispers to you. You flush and glance at him. 

“Well, too bad because you have to wait until after the party.”

“Which will be when?”

“When you’ve had enough fun.”

“I’d be having more fun if you were naked.”

“Satoru!”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re insufferable.” 

“What’s insufferable is that this party has gone on for far too long. I’m sending everyone home whether they like it or not.” 

He wasn’t lying when he said, everyone. Even his family waves their goodbyes to go back home. Once everyone had departed it was just you and Satoru staring at each other. 

“That was quick.” You whisper. He nods and closes the distance between you. 

“Please tell me I’ve been good enough to receive your gift.” You try to keep from smiling at the adorable way Satoru looks at you through his lashes. 

“The best. I need you to go wait in your room.” He’s gone in a flash and you chuckle lightly. Under your dress, you had put on a black lace set of lingerie. You hoped Satoru would appreciate what you had planned. You suck in a breath and grab what you needed from your bag in the guest room and make your way into his room. He’s sitting patiently on the bed and his eyes light up when he sees you. 

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend.” He shifts from the bed but you hold out a finger. He pauses in his attempts to get up and you release what you had hidden in your hands. A line of rope dangles from your fingertips and a black silk mask. 

“Are you ready to know what your surprise is?” Satoru nods adamantly and your gaze falls lustfully to the items in your hands. “Tonight, I’m going to make you whimper and beg for me to cum all over your cock as I ride you. The catch is you can’t see what I’m doing or-” You nod to the rope. “Touch me while I’m doing it. Up for the challenge big boy?” You look back to Satoru who is already taking off his dress jacket. 

“Have I ever told you how horny you make me all the fucking time?” He huffs while trying to yank his pants down. You chuckle and shake your head. “Well, you should know by now that every inch of me is yearning for that tight pussy of yours.” 

“If you’re a good boy I might let you taste it.” Satoru nearly shudders with excitement as he hears those words. He’d never somewhat let go of the control, but he was willing to do so for you. He was always willing to give you what you wanted. You seemed to have that effect on him. Making him try things he’d never experienced before. In all honesty, it excited him to release the control into your hands. 

“Should I start calling you ma’am?” Satoru teases. You walk over to where he’s sitting on the side of the bed and grab hold of his wrists. 

“I like the sound of that.” You confirmed, wrapping the rope firmly around one of his wrists and leaving a small tail that you could eventually tie around the bed frame. You move on to his other wrist, enjoying the view of his muscular stomach. “Maybe I should tie you up more often.” You ponder aloud. 

“Yeah, maybe you should.” Your eyes meet his and his bites back a grin. You smack his shoulder and nod toward the bed. 

“Lay back and put your arms above your head.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He smirks and scoots back into the position you told him to lay in. He slowly flexes his forearms as he moves them behind his head. “Is this to your liking ma’am?” You grab hold of your silver dress and make eye contact with Satoru. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you step out of the dress, revealing the lacey undergarments. You crawl onto the bed, straddling him as you do so. He watches you with hunger in his eyes, little does he know you were already hanging on by a thread. This was going to be a lot harder than you previously thought. You tie his wrists up to the bed and admire your handiwork. You slowly push your gaze toward Satoru’s eyes, which are blazing. You’re surprised they don’t burn you when you finally meet his gaze. 

“Are you doing okay?” You question, leaning forward a bit to get a closer look at his face. He sucks on his top lip and then shakes his head. 

“No, I’ll never forgive you if you put that thick piece of cloth over my eyes to stop me from seeing,” He pauses to take in a deep breath, his eyes flittering around your body like a drunken man. “This.” He hisses, finally meeting your gaze again. You flush at his words and try your best to hide it. 

“Well, we can’t always get our way Satoru.” You reach out to his face, caressing his plump bottom lip absentmindedly. He shuts his eyes and allows you to play with his facial features. His eyes suddenly shoot open. 

“You could always cover my eyes with your lacey little friend there.” He nods down to where you’re sitting. It finally clicks that he means your underwear. You want to deny him, tell him that it’s too unsanitary for you to put used underwear over his eyes, but the pounding in your throat and pussy tell you to do it anyway. 

“You’re so sneaky. You just want to be able to peek at what I’m going to do.” You poke at his cheek and then bring your touch away from him. “But I’ll allow it since I think it’d be more torturous to see what you can’t touch.” You smile innocently and Satoru’s face falls. You slide off his chest and slip off your panties. “Take it all in now Satoru, because this is the last thing I’m going to do that is kind in any shape or form.” After a beat, you move to wrap your underwear over his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath and from the movement of his head, you can tell he’s still able to at least make out your form. You grin to yourself, you could use this to your advantage. You trail your finger down his side and caress his thigh. He shifts away from your touch and you chuckle darkly. “Come now Satoru, don’t be shy.” You get on the bed once again, straddling his thigh. You enjoy the way his bare skin feels against yours, but you’re slightly annoyed that his boxers are still on. You’d get to that though. 

You push your bare pussy against his leg, seeking friction. Satoru hisses as you grind against his muscular thigh. You run your hands over your body, imagining it was Satoru’s giant palms groping your breasts or playing with your belly fat in that loving manner he does. You pant out a small moan as slick starts to form on his leg from your pussy. Your own thigh pushes against something and you notice Satoru twitch. You glance down and a smirk curls your lips up. Satoru is so hard that you can see the definite imprint of his cock in his boxers. You’d never seen his erection from the angle, but it was so slutty to witness his arousal and have it be at your will. You reach out a hand to fondle the length of him, peering up at him as you do so. He winces and bites down on his lip. 

“Holding back your moans is only going to prolong not being able to touch me.” You warn and he lets go of his lip. 

“This is torture yn.” He hisses, lifting his head to get a better look at you. 

“I don’t know, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” You move his boxers down enough for the head of his penis to poke out. The ethereal beauty his cock held was beyond you. You yank his boxers down his thigh until they can go no further thanks to your body being a stopper. 

“I’m only hard because you’re the sexiest woman alive.” Satoru whines. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I say flattery will get you anywhere? If you don’t stop complaining I’m revoking your right to talk.” You glare at him and he shuts up instantly. For someone you thought would have an issue with releasing the reigns of command, he sure does listen well. You turn your attention back to his dick, reaching out to touch the swollen tip. “This must be so painful.” You mumble, fingering the skin around the rim. Satoru grunts loudly as you move down the shaft. You form a ring around his cock with your hands and make a mental note to get some toys for next time. That way it would have a better effect on Satoru. You were way more into this than you thought you’d be, but you didn’t mind it one bit. You start to pump Satoru with both of your hands and when you notice his face tightening you halt your motions. He hisses in response, muscles tightening and spasming. 

“Yn, please,” Satoru blubbers. You pump him a little quicker this time and again, when you notice his face start to twitch you stop. 

“I thought I was ma’am?” 

“Ma-ma’am please,” 

“Please what?”

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He whines. You hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet but you couldn’t deny that you wanted Satoru’s cock ramming into you. “I’ve been waiting all week, do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off when you’re always effortlessly sexy?” It wasn’t only rough for him, you’d considered going back on your word, but then what would that teach the children? 

“I’m a woman of my word and,” You blow on the tip of his cock, then give it a small kiss. “I said I’d make you beg for my cum on your cock.” Satoru bucks his hips against nothing. He obviously wanted the sweet release of cumming, but you weren’t going to give it to him. 

“I’ll beg for it ma’am, please, I want you to fuck me any way you want and cum all over my cock.” He’s panting harder now. You grin, playing with the muscles on his hips. 

“You’re so needy Satoru, I’m starting to think you like me taking control.” You had so many ideas. You’d edge him until he was shivering, then have him suck your pussy to prepare it for the final showdown of riding Satoru like some fucked up version of a show pony. 

“And I’m starting to think you need to learn how to tie a knot better.” Before you can register what’s happening, Satoru is sitting up with your shitty knots hanging loosely from his wrists. He rips off your underwear and tosses it to the side. Uh oh. He grabs hold of your ass and lifts you to straddle his groin. “When I blew out my candles do you want to know what I wished for?” He suddenly asks, flipping you both over so now he’s on top. Your mind feels numb from the shift in roles. “I wished that you’d realize that you’re enough for me.” He lines himself up at your entrance and your eyes nearly roll back in your head. He had no idea how much you really wanted this. His words were swirling around in your brain like alphabet soup. “You belong here yn. You’re not some out-of-place decoration to spice up the living room. You belong. With me.” He lowers a hand to your pussy and grins up at you when he realizes how wet you’ve become. You did belong here with him… your insecurities were stupid. You’d beat them up later, right now you had a sexy man about to fuck your brains out. “This time I’m not going to let you leave my bed until you see yourself the way I see you.” You shiver. 

“Oh no, I feel like I’m clashing with the bed sheets, you’d better start fucking me before it’s too late.” Satoru grins and places sweet kisses on your shoulders. 

“You’re right, the wall color just doesn’t match with you at all.” He slowly enters you and a small gasp escapes your lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight yn. Your pussy is eating me up.” He rasps, shutting his eyes to steady himself. He starts to thrust and the sensation you’d been longing for all week starts to twist your stomach into knots. 

“Right there Satoru. You’re doing so good.” You breathe. Satoru bites into your shoulder and you let out a yelp. “Fuck,” You clench around him and his thrusts become sloppy. You raise your hips as he continues to ram into you. He’d just begun but you were already so close. 

“I’m c-close.” He husks, kissing the spot he bit tenderly. 

“Me-me too.” You grip his shoulders, raking your nails across his skin. He growls and ruts into you. You quiver as you feel the coil in your stomach ache to be released. “Satoru!” You cry out as you buck against his cock. 

“G-good girl.” He then tenses before sputtering his load out into you. Wait…inside…Your eyes widen as you look up at Satoru who must’ve realized it at the same time. 

“You came inside.” You whisper, throat hoarse from screaming his name. 

“I came inside you.” He glances where the both of you are connected and then back up to your face. You didn’t instantly feel alarm bells, but you knew Satoru didn’t want to chance the aspect of children so it was best if you went to clean up right away. 

“I’ll go clean up.” You go to move but Satoru pushes you gently back into the bed. You furrow your brows at him. 

“I think…I think I want to fuck it deeper into you.” His eyes blaze with a primal hunger and it sends chills down your spine. 

“But what about,” You trail off when you realize he’s already moving his hips. 

“We’re going to need to have kids soon anyway.” He shrugs and picks up the pace. 

“S-satoru,” You moan and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Are you okay with this yn?” You feel your heart flutter inside your chest. Why the hell was he thinking about having kids with you? And now? Was he drunk off pleasure? 

“I’ll let it slide this time since it’s your birthday.” 

Fragments | Satoru Gojo x YN [TEASER]

“Wow.” Is all you can muster, but it riles him up enough. His energy is icy hot, running all over your skin as he buzzes through spots. You feel like throwing up by the time he’s taken you back to your room. You’re surprised you didn’t melt away and by the looks of it, Satoru is liking the fact you could handle him. You wonder if he’d share the same look if you were able to take his cock all the way. You’d clutch the sheets as he slowly pressed himself into your entrance, grinning like a fool when his hips snapped against your thighs. You’d be his pretty girl, a true match for him. 

“YN?” Satoru is blinking down at you from where you sit on the bed. Your brows draw together in confusion. Your stomach had that conflicted mix of emotions again. Then again, maybe you just had to throw up. 

“Your fucking teleportation messed up my brain.” You whack his arm, harder than you mean to. He tilts his head while you throw yourself back on the bed. The coolness of the sheets are a welcome change from the clammy mess he’d made you. He always had to put you through one thing or another. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He questions, sitting next to you. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You grumble, shoving him to no avail. He was always pestering you. Asking for you to clarify the meaning of your words, wondering how you were feeling, if you had a good day or not. It made your stomach churn in an angry storm. He laughs softly leaning back against the wall. 

“Probably, but I kind of just want to stay here.” He replies, studying the clothes you’d hung up to dry in the nice breeze. Your body cools as his words hit your brain. Which wasn’t working right. Damn it, you needed to get away from this fuck face. The only option was to push him away with your words. If that didn’t work you’d have to move onto the final card. Besides, getting some of your pent up frustration would probably feel good. Lord knows you’ve had years to think about what you’d say to him when you got the chance.

“So people can change?” You laugh dryly. Satoru sucks in a breath, picking up on your change in tone.

“Okay, obviously you want to talk about it. So let’s talk about it.” He sits up and you follow suit after a pause. Well, that worked a bit better than you’d originally thought it would. 

“I’m only allowed to tell my therapist my feelings.” You shrug, moving to stand from the bed. Satoru stops you with a gentle hand reaching out for your hand. 

“YN, I’m a dick.” He states. You roll your eyes. That and so much more. 

“They say you are what you eat.” His serious look cracks into a smile then falls just as quickly. This whole conversation was making you feel gross. 

“I missed you.” His words send a poisonous coil up your spine. You flip to look at him, a genuine scowl on your face. This asshole could send you hurling into a frenzy of confusion and then make you want to stab him about eighty-thousand times. 

“But you saw me every month.” You snap in a faux sweet tone. His eyes widen and for a moment you want to stop. Stop all of it. You just wanted your best friend back. “Listen, I can’t do this right now Satoru.” Even his name feels foreign on your tongue. 

“I thought you wanted to reconcile.” He whispers and it stings almost like an insult. You stand and nod your head in agreement. 

“Oh I do, but it’s going to take me a while to get used to the big city again.” You shoot a look over your shoulder. “My life is still controlled by the clan and unlike you, I don’t get off when I disobey. I didn’t have a choice, at any point.” Your face twitches as your eyes well up. Fuck – this was getting to real for you. The aloof flip between just trying to get him to leave and actually having this conversation was tearing you up inside.  

“Then…why are you here?” Fucking blue eyed freak. Your body feels hot and cold, both temperatures running up your nerves like pinpricks. Time for the last card. 

“Want me to show you?” His brows are constantly drawn together around you. You don’t blame him, even you were perplexed on where this conversation had gone.

“What?” He sounds like he’s both asking a question and answering you. He scoots to the edge of the bed and you position yourself between his knees. His hands absentmindedly trail up the back of your thighs. The sensation of his fingertips on your bare skin make the world around you swirl. It could be the dizzy feeling or the way his hands felt against your skin, either way, you lean down to press your lips against his. His mouth moves against yours this time, wrapping his hands around the back of your knees. He pulls lightly to where you’re straddling him. With his mouth still connected to yours he shifts you back a bit more. You break for air, smothered by his presence again. “Fuck.” He hisses. He moves one of his hands to your ass, the other one playing with the dip of your hip. 

“That tickles.” You say under a hitched breath while your eyes roll shut. Betrayed by your own body. By this point you should be used to those close to you betraying you. Satoru hums in content as his hand slips under your top. 

“Like you fuckin’ care.” His long fingers slide against your skin, finding the soft material of your bra. You press your hips down, begging for friction against his thigh. “Slow down darlin’, enjoy the ride.” 

Your eyes open suddenly and you place your hands on his chest. Don’t make it obvious. He’s looking at you expectantly. Waiting for you…willing to listen. Damn it. 

“I need to go.” You blurt. His eyes widen as you scurry off of him and out of the room. Before his eyes can peer into your body, find the truth behind your words, you nearly jump off him. You scramble outside and bite down on your finger to hold in the scream. You weren’t ready for that, in no way were you ready to have Satoru touching your bare skin. Have his…burning hands all over your body, trancing the curves and dimples. 

You definitely weren’t ready for it to feel that good. You weren’t supposed to like this. You cover your face and scream inside your hands. Fuck.

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