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'Maybe we should kiss and see if the box opens? '

'That 's the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth. '

'Hey- it works in the movies! True love 's kiss and all- '

You heave out a heavy sigh that makes even the skeleton at your shoulder shake its head in pity.

Goddamn, if these curses weren 't going to kill him then you will.

'I take it back.

That 's

the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth

.

'

Satoru hooks a thumb over his blindfold to gaze at you with mock seriousness.

Oh

, how the mighty have fallen - and how you were teetering dangerously close to a stroke with each dramatic bat of his long lashes.

'

C 'monnn~

' he whines, with the flair of someone that was

not

sealed in an inescapable prison, 'Don 't tell me that in all these years you 've never once been at least a

little

tempted to kiss me, sweetheart. '

'I 'd rather kiss that dusty skull. '

Shooting him a pointed look that makes even the skulls at your feet recoil. It would almost be hilarious if it wasn 't for the fact that you were trapped. In the prison realm. With

Gojo Satoru

of all people. Possibly forever.

Shit, is this karma for all those times you ditched Satoru with Nanami instead of dealing with him yourself?

Now, Satoru might be going about it with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but just a few minutes ago when his life flashed before his very eyes at the mere sight of Suguru - or at least, the monster wearing his body - he 'd expected some of his favorite memories to be the ones with you in it.

You

- his lil ' coworker - in all your gorgeous, smart-mouthed glory. And

maybe

if he was lucky, he even expected a couple glimpses of you in his future. Preferably with a giant rock on your finger.

But that 's a story for another time, what he certainly did

not

expect was for your stupidly heroic (and quite beautiful) ass to jump right in the middle of the prison realm 's ensnarement.

Although, honestly, right now he doesn 't think he 'd want to be locked up in here with anyone but you - and that withering glare you send him.

Undeterred, Satoru has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh.

Laugh.

A sound you 've come to realize over the years, as innocent as it sounds, does

not

bode well for you

or

your sanity.

A sanity that 's been slowly dwindling since your first day of meeting Satoru. Back then, a brash, cocky new teacher that waltzed into the halls of Jujutsu Tech in those pretentious sunglasses like he owned the place.

Well, not that he was any different right now. Lounging over some disgruntled skeletons, you half-expected him to pull out a deck chair and start sunbathing amidst the bones. Your begrudging coworker - and occasional bane of your existence - seemed right at home.

You, however, were decidedly

not

having the time of your life.

'I swear, you 're enjoying this, aren 't you? ' you grumble, wincing at the bones prodding you from almost every angle.

'Can you blame me? ' he hums, now fully tugging down his blindfold to hang around his neck, 'It 's not every day I get to spend quality time with my favorite person in the world. '

You scoff, strangely self-conscious as those striking blue sweep your figure from head to toe. 'Lucky me. Well why don 't you spend this quality time helping me figure out how the hell we can get out of here. '

'I already told y- '

'

Anything

but that. '

With a sulky huff, Satoru peers down at you, '

Then

we just wait till someone gets us out of here. I 'm sure Megumi-chan is just tearing his emo hair out trying to unseal this thing. '

'... '

'You 're absolutely correct, Yuji then.

Or '

' he tilts his head towards a sad pile of bones, 'We end up like our little friend over there. Though

I 'd

make a

far

better looking skeleton- '

You don 't hear the rest of Satoru 's rant over the small noise of concern that falls from your lips. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach at the fact that

yes

you really were stuck in the prison realm with Gojo Satoru. Possibly forever. And

no

this wasn 't some strange dream like when you and Shoko accidentally raided the wrong brownie box in the kitchen.

Shit.

And perhaps it showed on your face, because you 're jolted out of your reverie by warm fingers intertwining with yours. Grounding. Satoru 's eyes now searching yours with an intensity that made you squirm uncomfortably.

'Hey, we 'll figure this out, okay? ' he mutters softly. 'Remember that time we accidentally set the training ground on fire? ' leaning in closer now, 'Or that mission we got chased by that cursed vending machine? '

You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. 'Yeah, and then you nearly got us killed trying to order a sweet tea. '

Satoru chuckles, squeezing your hand reassuringly. '

See?

It worked out, didn 't it? It always does, sweetheart. '

And if your heart does a strange little lurch, well, then you just blame it on the femur jabbing into your side.

All is quiet in your little hell. That is, until.

'Hey, Satoru 'does kissing

really

work in the movies? '

You barely catch the way Satoru 's breath hitches

ever-so-slightly

as he leans in closer. eyes sparkling with mischief. And

oh

you knew that look - one that was usually accompanied by a lecture by Yaga, one that sent shivers down your spine. He grins, 'Well, there 's only one way to find out, hm? '

Embarrassment and amusement bubbles inside you, tumbling out in the form of a barely-audible, '

A peck. One.

'

'

Awww

. Eight? ' '

'No. '

'Five? '

'Satoru. '

Minty breath fanning your face, 'Okay okay, one peck

and

a kiss to your forehead. C 'mon, it 's a bargain~ '

Pinching your nose, you sigh out a weary, 'This is so stupid.

Fine,

but if it doesn 't work then I 'm strangling you. '

And it 's all that is said before his lips are on yours.

Soft.

Satoru 's lips were so

soft.

And he tasted so unfairly of caramel apples and sweet, sweet mischief. Just like him. Feather-light and fleeting - yet the kiss burns into your brain with an intensity that you strangely didn 't mind.

It 's over before you know it. The cold air hits your lips as Satoru 's words ring in your ears, a disappointed little, 'Aw, that didn 't work. '

Barely even risking a glance at the still

very

sealed realm, your body reacts before your mind - the expensive cotton of his uniform collar soft against your fingers as you pull Satoru towards you with a sense of urgency you can 't quite explain.

And then you 're kissing him. And he 's kissing you because

shit

this is all that Satoru 's been dreaming about since he turned 23 and suddenly realized that

oh

you were frighteningly

everything

that he ever wanted.

'S-Satoru, ' you whisper, breathless against his lips.

'

Shhhh, my girl. One more. Didn 't work.

'

His lips are searing on yours. Urgent and

greedy

, because

fuck

if it took getting trapped in the prison realm to finally kiss you then God knows when he 'll be able to again.

Which is why he breathes you in like he doesn 't have enough time, and probably never will - even in this godforsaken box where time never passes.

'Shit. O-one more. '

Drinking in your sweet gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours, tasting how sinfully

delicious

you were. Satoru 's hands wander the expanse of your body, cupping your head to kiss you deeper, snaking down to squeeze your ass - and everything in between.

Pulling away

ever-so-slightly

with a playful bite to your bottom lip, he leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The disappointed whine that leaves your pretty mouth makes all the blood in Satoru 's body rush to his cock.

'Sweetheart. '

he grunts into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. 'Y 'think I kissed the wrong lips? '

Oh?

Satoru 's words send a jolt of electricity running down your spine - all the way down to your heated cunt. 'W-

what?

' you managed to choke out, cheeks flaring as he raises his eyes to meet yours and-

Oh.

Oh, shit. If the curses weren 't going to kill you then Satoru sure might.

You 're snapped out of your thoughts by Satoru carefully jostling the two of you so that he 's lying on his back, your body manhandled to straddle his pretty face.

'Satoru, when you mean 'wrong lips '...

here?

' you trail off, still reeling from him and the abrupt change in position and

him.

'Exactly what I mean, ' he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating beneath your dripping cunt. 'Now, spread 'em wider f 'me. Let me taste you- Need it s 'bad. '

Body moving as if on autopilot, your knees part wider to let him greedily take in the sight of your soaked panties. Beads of slick seeping through the thin fabric each time his hot breath meets your cunt.

But not for long - the cool air hits you before you realize what 's happening. Because Satoru is

ripping

your flimsy panties off with one hand. Throwing it behind to God-knows-where with the urgency of a madman.

'

Shit,

so wet f 'me already.

'

he groans, mouth watering at the

obscene

sight of you clenching around nothing. 'S 'gorgeous. You really are perfect everywhere, huh? ' he mutters through lazy, languid kisses along your thighs. Tongue darting out

just so

to leisurely trace circles along the heated skin.

Strong arms wrap around your thighs, the stretch nothing with the two long fingers spreading your swollen folds apart. Your face burns from just how

adoring

Satoru looks below you.

You buck into his touch, '

Hngh- Please. Wan ' your mouth on me.

'

And perhaps the great Gojo Satoru decided to be merciful for once in his life, because without another word, he 's surging forward. Tongue flicking out to tease your sloppy entrance, pooling your juices before tipping his head back, back,

back

to let it slide down his throat so sinfully.

Shit,

Satoru could just cum in his pants right now

, of course you taste heavenly. Better than he could 've ever imagined on any lonely night.

You shudder as he flattens his tongue across your folds, sliding teasingly between them, grazing your swollen clit

just barely

at an unhurried rhythm that almost has Satoru forgetting where he was. But quite frankly, he couldn 't give less of a fuck about it either.

'This what you wanted, sweetheart? ' he hums around your clit, the vibrations making you squeal. Sucking gently, tongue rolling harshly against your bundle of nerves,

over and over-

'Cause it 's what I 've been wanting for

years.

'

The words ring in your ears almost as much as the lewd squelches below.

Years?

'F-fuck- feels hngh- What do you mean y-years, Satoru? '

Oh, Satoru thinks he could pass out just at the way you whine out his name so prettily. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, a hand hastily snaking down to unbuckle his pants. 'Mhmm~ Couldn 't go a day without sparring with you where I didn 't think of bending you over and tasting you right there y 'know. '

Your eyes snap down to meet Satoru 's hazy, half-lidded ones. Something dark and

feral

shining within them. And right now, thighs wrapped around his head, you don 't think he 's ever looked happier. White locks splayed out, a fucked-out expression on his face as his tongue bullies past your folds, you could feel the slight smile curling his lips against you.

It 's overwhelming - both his confession and the way Satoru was making out with your cunt like a man starved.

Nose-deep in your pussy, tongue alternating between its abuse on your throbbing clit and dipping in and out of your sloppy hole at a maddening pace. Mouth only speeding up ruthlessly at the way you convulse and grind involuntarily on top of him.

God, Satoru was going

insane

at the way your walls were sucking him up so good, clamping down with each push of his tongue.

'

Shit- made jus ' f 'me

. You like that, don 't you? ' he growls against your cunt, voice hoarse with desire. 'Like fucking my face with your pussy? '

'Oh! Ngh, yes Satoru- L-love it- '

A bruising grip on your hips, encouraging you to rock against his face. Harder. Tongue more desperate. He couldn 't get enough. Meeting your every grind, tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely.

Breaths ragged and hot against your cunt, drinking you in with the desperation of a man that wouldn 't mind giving up air for your essence. And it was

Satoru

- of course he wouldn 't mind.

Especially with the large hand snaking up your thigh, going from drawing reassuring patterns at your hips to rubbing tight, little circles on your pulsing clit. Hasty, and urgent - like he had no time to waste. 'Tha 's right, my girl. Give it up for me, '

Every cell in your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure at the way Satoru plays your body like an instrument.

'M 'close, Satoru-

Hah- s 'close.

' you moan breathlessly, a hand tangling in his soft strands. Using it as leverage to ride Satoru 's pretty face

just

the way you like it.

But you didn 't have to - because Satoru seems to already know exactly what to do. Exactly how to quirk his tongue

just right

to brush against all your most sensitive spots. Exactly how to match the rhythm of his abuse on your clit to the way he was tonguefucking you into delirium. Exactly how to look at you with such a hungry expression that

devours

you almost as much as his mouth.

'Cum f 'me, sweetheart. '

Satoru didn 't even have to ask. Because you 're cumming with a strangled gasp of his name. White-hot pleasure coursing through you like lightning, body trembling as you cum all over Satoru 's pretty face.

Hands moving your limp, boneless hips across his face, forcing you to ride out peak after peak on his red lips.

As the blood roaring in your ears bates, and you blink back your vision, the first thing you see are those familiar blue eyes gazing up at you. Holding you steady, lips brushing gentle kisses along your inner thighs.

Oh, how beautiful he was like this.

'S-S 'toru? '

you mewl, still sensitive from your orgasm as Satoru shifts underneath you to sit you prettily in his lap.

'Mhm? ' he nuzzles your neck.

'One more. It didn 't work. '

Oh, if you knew the only way to shut up Gojo Satoru was to say something like this then you would 've done it a lot sooner.

But Satoru 's stunned silence doesn 't last for long, because he grins, low and sultry, 'You 're right. It

didn 't

work. '

The metallic clinking of a belt echoes in the stuffy chamber as Satoru hastily pushes down his pants. Cock springing free to hit his lower abs, 'What a

shame.

'

You blink at the sheer size of him -

he was going to split you in two.

It was unfair, really. Water is wet. Gojo Satoru has a big dick.

But

oh

was he pretty - so pretty. ' Prominent veins glistening in the dim lighting, fat tip flushed your favorite shade of delicate pink, leaking furiously in between your thighs.

Gulping, you reach out to wrap your hand around his achingly hard cock. So warm and heavy in your hands. 'Y-yeah,

what

a shame. '

Both of you watch - entranced - at the way he twitches in your grasp at the mere sound of your voice. A maddening little

bump! bump! bump!

against your palm as you begin pumping him slowly - so

agonizingly

slow.

'

Oh-

Feel s 'good, sweetheart. ' Satoru hisses lowly as you swipe at the precum beading at this head. Thumbing teasingly under his sensitive slit, tracing delicately along his veins.

And by

God

does it do something to you to see the great Gojo Satoru falling apart for you, hair tousled, lips kiss-bitten, and eyes looking at you like he wanted to positively

eat you alive

. It made your cunt throb so desperately, slick forming a dark wet patch on his trousers.

Not one to be left behind, his long fingers deftly snake down to your dripping cunt. Not wasting any time before bullying his fingertips past your swollen folds, curling expertly to press down against that one spot that has your fist faltering on his cock.

Hard.

Pretty little moans left your lips at the way Satoru so easily matches your pace. Thrusting knuckle-deep into your pussy in and out - hitting that spot

over and over.

'

Shit, Toru- s 'deep inside me. I 'm- hngh-

'

Satoru was in heaven, really. You were so warm and wet around both his fingers and his throbbing cock.

Only two thoughts running through his mind right now - 1. He was right, your hands

were

softer and more sinfully delicious around his swollen cock. And 2. The hardest battle he 's ever fought was probably right now - at your mercy, trying not to spill all over your hands because he 'd be damned if he finally scored the girl and came in two seconds.

Shit,

he thinks fingers almost erratic now,

he needs you to cum. Right now.

As if sensing his urgency, your moves become more frantic, Satoru 's brows furrowing at the way you increase your pace. His hips twitch, as if trying to thrust into your fist. matching your pace as you start stroking him harder, faster.

Ah, but alas, the great Gojo Satoru 's reputation precedes him.

'Oh, fuck- M 'gonna- '

And soon enough, you 're seeing stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - as you cum.

Hard.

Body moving before your mind, you 're clenching around Satoru 's fingers, grinding down so ferally as you edge him closer and closer. 'C 'mon, Toru.

One more, right?

' you whisper brokenly, lips ghosting his ear.

Breath coming in short, strained gasps of what sounded like your name now, '

Oh- fuck ngh- so close. '

he warns, voice hoarse. 'If you keep doing that, I won 't be responsible for what happens next. '

You smirk, raising a brow, 'Is that a threat, Satoru? '

Willing his fucked-out eyes open, they bore into yours as he utters, 'No,

ah- it 's a p-promise.

'

Without warning, Satoru clasps your wrists, forcing you to stop pumping him. The disappointed mewl threatening to spill from your lips is cut off just as your back hits the ground.

Slam!

You think you could almost get whiplash from how swiftly Satoru had you caged and splayed out so shamefully beneath him.

You whine, 'But you didn 't even get to- '

'

Fuck,

not now. Gotta feel you or else m 'gonna cum so embarrassingly all over your fist. ' He rests his throbbing erection laid out so enticingly across your stomach, leaking hot precum onto your skin. And

that

makes you shut up, eyes mapping where it ended and realizing that

yeah

, you might 've faced more mercy with the curses outside of this box. 'Besides. One more, right? '

And before you can respond, Satoru 's spitting on you once. Twice.

Thrice.

You flinch as the wads of saliva hit your dripping cunt, mixing with your slick so obscenely as Satoru smears it across your swollen folds. Your mouth drops into a soft

oh!

of disbelief as he promptly pops his thumb into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

'Shit. '

Satoru hisses lowly,

'One more might just not be enough. '

Not wasting a moment longer, he 's bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. Head thrown back as your plush walls desperately try to accommodate his size.

'Oh. Oh shit hah- should 've been locked up here ngh- sooner. '

he groans, words straight from his cock. 'Feel s 'heavenly around m-me. ' Because

God

Satoru thinks he wouldn 't even mind staying here for the rest of his life if it meant he got to have you like

this.

You moan at the positively

delicious

stretch of your pussy, plush walls unable to decide between pushing him out and milking the soul out of him. '

Hah-

Toru s 'too big. I can 't- '

'You will. '

he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed as he focuses on letting you adjust. Pressing inch by fucking inch. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fights that

feral

part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy till his tip kisses your cervix, and you 're drunk on nothing but his cock.

But he didn 't have to - because you 're immediately wrapping your legs around his toned waist, pulling Satoru to you recklessly until his heavy balls smack your ass. Tufts of snowy white hair - already so wet with your slick and his precum -

finally

meeting your cunt.

'Ah!

Shit, s 'full Toru.

' you keen, body bowing into his.

There 's not even a hair's breadth between your bodies now as Satoru chuckles darkly. 'You little

minx

. Thought you couldn 't handle me, but you really wanted to be split apart on my cock, huh? '

You feel almost shy under his gaze as you mumble out a quiet little, 'Well you

did

say one more. '

Ah,

Satoru thinks deliriously,

if you aren 't Mrs. Gojo by the time you two get out of this then there 's seriously something wrong with him.

But he doesn 't tell you that. Instead with a satisfied smirk, he claims your lips in a

searing

kiss, sucking your tongue so lewdly as he did with your cunt. Parting for only a second before pressing his lips to yours again. And again. And again, as if it

hurt

to part.

'Mhm. Always wanted to do this, sweetheart. ' he hums against your pretty lips. '

Fuck

ever since you

hah-

walked in on that first day. '

Kissing you sweetly with a tenderness that doesn 't translate to his hips as pulls back, back,

back.

All the way till his angry, hard tip was

just

grazing your sloppy entrance. '

One more. '

Body moving before his mind, his hips start fucking into your dripping cunt recklessly. Satoru doesn 't fuck you with the finesse he imagined he would all these years, rough, harsh thrusts fueled by pure

need

and all the desperation from these last few years.

In one, fluid movement, the burn of the stretch hits you before the realization that Satoru has thrown your legs over his sculpted shoulders.

'Ah- So good, Toru.

Oh my god- hah-

' you mewl at the change in angle. His pulsing dick expertly hitting that

one

spot inside you which has your words slurring together, body arching off the floor to press so impossibly close against him.

And, well, Satoru isn 't any better - because he 's slamming his cock into you mindlessly. Hitting that spot over and over.

With one hand, he caresses your stomach. Whispering out a ragged, 'Feel me inside? Feel me

right '

' Pressing his palm down

hard

, '

Here.

'

The other forces you to look up at him, drinking in your whines of 'Yes yes

yes,

can feel you s-so deep

hngh-

inside me, Toru. '

You 're so cockdrunk and full of

Satoru

that you barely notice the hands groping their way down your body. Catching harshly on your swollen clit, starting to draw, quick, frenzied circles that match the cadence of his hips smacking into yours.

'Look at me. ' he murmurs raspily, 'Open your mouth. '

And you can do nothing but take it, tongue lolling out so lewdly for the warm stream of spit that hits it.

Once. Twice.

You look up at him with teary eyes, as you take it all -

anything

and everything he was giving. And it makes Satoru bow his head with a fucked-out groan, cock twitching so animalistically as it keeps plunging inside you roughly. Deft fingers on your clit becoming more desperate.

Harder. Faster. Balls squeezing so painfully. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to

eat you up - and you were going to let thim.

You squeal at the overstimulation, hips bucking up for

more more more-

'God, sweetheart, you don 't know what you do to me. '

he moans, voice strained with desire and the euphoria of getting everything he 's wanted for so long. It was driving him

insane.

'Now c 'mon. One more.

Give me one more like my good girl.

'

'Hngh- yes- Toru! '

You don 't even

know

what 'one more ' means anymore - all you do know is that you 're cumming and cumming all around Satoru 's unforgiving cock. Walls fluttering so snugly, your body convulses as you cream around his cock. Nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back, Satoru 's name leaving your bruised lips and into the heady air like a prayer every time his tip kisses your cervix.

His new favorite melody.

And that seems to be what makes him snap as well - because with a final, sloppy thrust, he 's painting your walls such a sinful white. Pumping thick, hot ropes of his cum into your quivering cunt.

'Shit- yeah, my girl. Take it. Take it all f 'me. '

Satoru shudders above you, head thrown back, chest heaving as he fucks you through your high. Movements nothing more than shallow, mindless little thrusts to get you both off so animalistically.

It was so fucking

filthy

- and exactly what you needed so badly.

He

was exactly what you needed so badly.

Now, Satoru only had to take one look as you use him so obscenely for your pleasure - eyes dazed, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth - before he thinks he might just cum again. And again. And again until he physically couldn 't anymore.

But first '

Pulling out of your heavenly pussy with a lewd

pop!

His long fingers delicately collects the mixture of slick and cum now gushing out of you obscenely.

Aw, what a waste

, Satoru muses as it pools below you sinfully. If it was up to him he wouldn 't waste a single drop from your pretty cunt.

But no matter.

Abruptly, Satoru bullies two fingers into your mouth - forcing you to taste yourself, to taste

him.

Pressing

right

at the back of your tongue in a way that has you choking and gagging around him, teary eyes just

begging

up at him.

Perfect - you were so perfect for him.

Kissing your forehead with a tenderness that doesn 't match his actions, he hums, faux innocence lacing his words, 'What a

shame

, the box didn 't open yet. '

And

oh

does he love the excitement lighting up your exhausted eyes. Pretty thighs twitching underneath him as a slow, fucked-out little smile curls your lips.

'One more? Please? '