Thread by @anonmochi1

#goyuu gojo meets yuji before he ate sukuna's finger.
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geto is dead. gojo accepts this fact. it's fine, he tells himself. it's normal to lose your best and only friend.

yet, when he eats his sweets, they still taste like ash. so he decides to cope through another method.

he goes down this shady district at night, brimming with curses and shitty people alike, but he's not here to exterminate your average curse. he's here for a good lay to help him forget his crappy week.

then a strange person catches his eye.

a young boy, no older

than 16 years old, with shocking pink hair and a scantily clad outfit, stands at a corner, beckoning for sleazy men to pick him up. he must be new because he makes a poor effort. the makeup he wears is all wrong and they don't fit his cute features. the cologne he wears

is overpowering and oppressive like a bug repellant. the way he stands is awkward and begs to be ignored. good thing gojo is not a creepy old man. he's just your standard perverted man.

"how much?" he sidles close and gains delight to see the prostitute jump in surprise.

the boy turns to him and blinks, obviously confused by his getup.

he purses his lips. "if you want bdsm services, i have to charge extra," he tells him and crosses his arms.

what a riot. gojo laughs, the first genuine laugh he did ever since geto's death.

"this," he points to the bandages covering his eyes, "is just to hide my identity. besides, wouldn't want you to fall in love at first sight," he teases.

the boy gives him an unamused look. "you sound very confident for a suspicious creepy customer."

"and you look very young

for a certified prostitute," gojo jabs back.

he sees the way the boy's shoulders seizes up, the way they tense in fear of being exposed. but gojo doesn't care. he just wants a nice body to sleep with him.

"don't worry, i don't mind. after all, i'm a suspicious creepy

customer right?" he smirks. "so, how much?"

after the boy tells him that it's 30k yen an hour and gojo admits that he's willing to pay the night (which shocks the prostitute and makes his eyes wide open), they book a hotel room and go right to business.

of course, the atrocity

of his clothes need to go. now.

"do i have the pleasure of screaming out a name?" he tells him as gojo removes the pretty pink panties from his plush ass. "or do pet names get you off?"

"gojo," he tells him succinctly. it's not like they'll ever meet again.

"and you?" he

asks as he removes his clothing.

"uh."

gojo snorts. he can tell the boy is racking his brain to find an appropriate pet name.

"i can call you sakura if you want," he says and cradles his jaw.

he looks beautiful like this, gojo thinks

as the boy blushes a cute tint across his cheeks, worthy of his name.

"sakura?" sakura scrunches the bridge of his nose. "why?"

too many questions. not enough moaning, gojo deems as he dives in and locks lips, prying his mouth open with his tongue and gulps in sakura's gasps.

gojo is insatiable as he greedily plunges deeper into sakura's mouth, stealing the boy's breath away and tugging his hair back. his lips slip away and he likes how messy sakura looks, how his eyes look glazed already from a simple kiss.

it fills gojo with satisfaction.

"you," sakura heaves in another breath, "ass," he hisses.

gojo hums, entertained. "but sakura," he palms sakura's cheeks and spread them apart. "i prefer *your* ass," he gives him a shit eating grin.

he's no monster. of course he pulls on a condom, lubes himself, and

preps the boy's entrance. it's fun seeing him writhe and hiss and make these animalistic noises, as if he's begging for his cock for the longest time.

"hurry up and fuck me," sakura would whine as he plunges his fingers back in to his puckered hole, salivating how well

his fingers slip in without resistance.

"maybe~," gojo sings.

and before sakura can kick his face with those chiseled calves, gojo thrusts in deep in one go.

"FUCK," sakura groans, guttural and gutted.

usually gojo isn't so accommodating, but he waits as his

hands slides up from the boy's defined abdomen to his adorable dusky nipples. his thumbs flick both of them with soothing, stroking motions as he observes sakura regain himself.

"so big," the boy shudders, can feel it in his core, how it burn hot inside of him.

gojo doesn't need a signal to know that sakura is ready and pulls halfway out until he plunges back in, feeling a weird sort of glee to hear the boy make these strangled noises. as if he's choking for his cock.

there's no stopping him now and he pistons in and out, hips

slamming back into that sweet ass as if there's no tomorrow. feeling slightly sentimental, probably because he had to deal with so much loss, gojo digs his fingers deep into the divots of sakura's pelvis, bruising the area until they're dark and purple by morning.

normally he would crock up a joke or some other crass comment, maybe even telling sakura how much of a good slut he is since really, he is. probably top 5 lays he had in his life since the boy is so eager and receptive despite being inexperienced.

but not today, not when he's

grieving and lost and broken, even if he's balls deep and tries not to feel empty and would prefer emptying himself into sakura but-

"g-gojo," he hears and he feels a gentle brush of knuckles sweeping the corners of his eyes and the fuck. gods don't cry. they don't shed tears

humans, especially humans who don't deserve them.

but then sakura wraps his arms around his neck and tugs him down until they're kissing again, messy and full of spit and bittersweet, so much that gojo doesn't notice how he desperately picks up speed until he feels

electricity run up his spine and he comes. his hips stutter and he comes and he lowers his head and feels relieved to see sakura came too, white streaks painting their chests and stomach.

their hair is slick with sweat and gojo ties up the condom before he makes his

leave, ready to escape because he feels far too vulnerable at the moment but the boy's hand grabs his wrist.

"rest," he demands and somehow, the boy magically sleeps on sight once his body rests on the bed.

amazing. that's some skill he got there.

surely he can leave, gojo thinks as he puts a wad of cash on the bedside, way too much than what sakura requested. but then he stops.

sees how peaceful the boy looks and thinks, man he wishes he can absorb some of that peace. irrational but he lays down too, thinking that

it's possible.
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yuji wakes up and doesn't the the strange man on his bed anymore. he shrugs and wonders if he's ok. seems like an alright fellow, he thinks as he excitedly counts the money. with this money, he can survive a few months and the hospital fees for gramps.

then a year later, yuji thought it was a good idea to eat the crusty old finger to save fushiguro.

"what's the situation?" he hears behind the boy who's willing to kill him.

his eyes flicker with recognition.

"gojo-sensei! why are you here?!" fushiguro is taken aback.

yuji doesn't hear the rest of the conversation because his heart is beating too fast for comfort.

"sorry," he answers with the most screwed up face, "but i ate it." after all, what else is he supposed to say?

then gojo finally turns to see sukuna's new vessel.

"... fuck."

uwu end. lol. man they have lots of explaining to do to fushiguro.