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there’s men that cum immediately when you say “i love you” during sex and then there’s nanami kento who fucks you even harder

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the jjk fandom:

geto is thicker 🤝 gojo is longer

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𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬; gojo satoru.

in which satoru comes home very late and very drunk.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. satoru x f!reader. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. non-jujutsu au. smut. humor. semi-fluff. established relationship. 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. 18+ there’s like brief anal stuff. the profanity was op ngl i’m so sorry. 𝐰𝐜. 4.7k. 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. somethin’ i was gonna toss and turned into this. it’s all fun n games folks.

good god, satoru is so fucking drunk; he’s so drunk he can barely see straight. he knows when you find out the state he’s in right now, you’ll probably be undoubtedly enraged, not something as simple and bearable as anger. you’ll enter the depths of wrath and drag him into it with you. one moment he’s stumbling around messily just trying to find a place to spill his guts while nanami holds him up and pushes him along, likely aggravated that yet again, he’s the only one willing to drink responsibly with an inherent understanding and respect for their tolerance.

the next thing he knows he’s an emotional mess on geto’s bathroom floor.

somewhere, in the last remaining pocket of rationality within his inebriated mind, he’s scared shitless, because it’s already 11:30, and you hate when he comes back late. he said he wouldn’t overdo it, but of course, he overdoes it. 

it’s been overdid.

now, he’s sobbing in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet with nanami yelling at him to stop crying and geto is trying his hardest not to laugh at the scene before him. the party’s been going on for a while, too long now that he muses on it. it’s only because things are good. their friendships all survive near death and it’s something to be celebrated. their bonds lingered on the cusps of dissolving into disillusion, but they finally had the strength to pull back, to reassess and rebuild.

reunion without retribution, that’s what we wanted.

shoko finally made up with he and geto, both of them apologizing, accepting being smacked by nanami for hurting her to begin with. they all drank away the tension for the second night in a row and had a good time. toji had a great time, so great he made them all chase him around like they were all teenagers again. satoru, arguably, had too good of a time, too. “she’s gonna be so mad; fuck, fuck fuck,” satoru cries. “oh my god, you assholes! why do you guys wanna drink all the time?” the last part comes out as a quiet plea that nanami scoffs in disgust at. “shut the fuck up, gojo.” he demands. “i’m tired of listening to you bitch. you’re a grown fucking man. she’s not going to ground you for getting drunk at your best friend’s party.” “no, but…” a hiccup comes that burns his throat as warm tears spill over reddened rims. “oh my god, what if i'm too drunk to fuck her well? or eat her out?” satoru’s voice squeaks, terrified as the realization hits him. with that, geto can’t contain it any longer. he’s doubled over, howling in laughter, folded and hugging himself while he bellows. nanami looks uncomfortable but rolls his eyes, jaw clenching. this is a serious matter for satoru, though.  “s’not funny.” he cries. “that’s the best pussy i’ve ever had and m’serious. i’ll be fucking sick inside if i can’t fuck tonight because everyone insists on partying all the time. why?” “you’re a pussy-whipped lightweight now and that has nothing to do with me or my incredible parties.” geto sings happily. “i’ll still be fucking whomever, unlike you.” nanami bites back a laugh when satoru pouts at geto’s words, indignant cerulean eyes wide, teary, and sad. his lower lip trembles as he looks between the two of them. he thought they were healing, but it seems like they’re just shifting targets. they’re laughing. he’s nervous about his sex life and they’re laughing. obviously, he’s hurt, deeply and indubitably wounded. so satoru starts bawling; fat, messy tears stream down sanguine cheeks. “why would you even say that?” he sobs. he’s so drunk, it’s unbelievable. satoru cries senselessly while geto slides to the floor in response, weakened by his own unrelenting laughter. then shoko is there and suddenly it’s a chorus of everyone’s amusement regarding him and his display of his emotions. “none of you care about me!” the waterworks drag on for only minutes until satoru’s stomach turns and his throat burns, suddenly feeling full. he whines and hears nanami say something about a towel and a bag, but it’s drowned out by the sound of himself hurling into the toilet with the force of his life.

time passes; satoru is completely unaware of such a thing. after he’s done and his head doesn’t feel like it’s spinning too fast for him to even open his eyes, he’s still just sitting on the bathroom floor, nearly limp body leaning against the wall. how long has he been there? he has no clue now. he’s been out of it. he slowly comes to, looking around and seeing nanami squatting across from him and geto standing in the bathroom doorway. “you good?” nanami asks.  “yeah. need water. and food.” satoru mumbles. geto pushes a bottle of water into his hands. “drink slowly or you’ll just throw up again. shoko went to go make you something light to eat. now that i know you’re okay, though…you fucking lightweight. i’m embarrassed both for and of you.” once again, geto and nanami are both laughing at him. “fuck off, both of you.” he spits, drinking some of the water. “what fuckin’ time is it?” “1:15.” geto notes. “your girlfriend already called a million times.” satoru groans. “i’m in fucking trouble.” “she didn’t sound mad, just said she was worried because she hadn’t heard from you. so, here’s your phone. you know where everything is. you officially cannot drink more than two drinks at any of my functions. satoru’s prohibition era has come.” geto places his phone on the sink counter and looks at nanami expectantly. “fuck,”  at the moment, he doesn’t care if he can never drink again because unless you’re feeling flirty and forgiving, it’s not only his prohibition era that’s arrived, but his abstinence era, too. “i told her you’d take a shower and we’d bring you back soon. so, drink up, eat up, wash up, and get out. love you and goodnight, dear friends.” with that, geto leaves. “thanks for taking care of me, yet again.” satoru tells nanami, pulling himself to his feet and immediately wobbling back down, feeling like he might be sick all over again if he moves too fast. “sorry if i ruined the party.” nanami waves offhandedly. “you know i’ll look out for you.” “is geto mad at me?” he chuckles and shakes his head. “not at all. he just wants to go tell the others about what you were crying about, which you should know is what would happen.” satoru’s entire face flushes. he completely forgot he was sobbing about your pussy, and being too drunk to fuck you. 

oh my god i’m a fuckin’ disgrace.

it’s disgraceful for a few reasons: he’s an embarrassing, loudmouth, sloppy drunk. that’s another bit of information you might just end his life over. and, he absolutely could still fuck you no matter how drunk he was. that’s a hill of arrogance he’ll proudly die on. he doesn’t give a shit what he was crying about. the only thing he had correct in his prior stupor is that you genuinely are the best he’s ever had. satoru needs to get home, but his head is still fuzzy and nothing feels real. regardless, he still needs to get on his feet. he looks over to nanami. “you know the sickest part about all of this?” he hums in response. “i really need to fuckin’ pee, but i’m still so goddamn drunk i can't move.” satoru tells him, laughing loudly at the absurdity of it all. for once, nanami follows suit.

when he finally gets up and eats a snack shoko brings him, he cleans off his face and uses one of geto’s spare toothbrushes to clean out his mouth. geto brings him some spare clothes to take home, a plain white tee and dark gray sweats. nanami tells him he’ll be with everyone downstairs for a bit while he gets ready, then he’ll take he and his car, home. satoru can always rely on shoko and geto to make sure he gets what he needs and he can always look to nanami to ensure he gets where he needs to be in the safest manner possible, no matter how much it fills him with irritation to do so. so, satoru leans on them. after he’s ready to go, he tosses the coin in the air and texts you. you might explode and lock him out, but you might accept him in the state he’s in right now. if you leave enough room for him to wedge his way into your good graces again, he’ll force himself with whatever he’s got. it’s bordering three in the morning, but he can’t get the thought of you spread out on the dresser, using his grip as your support, one leg hooked over his shoulder, out of his mind at all. not even in the slightest.

satoru:

on my way soon. you up?

you: 

i can’t believe you got sloppy drunk.

no kissing. no cuddling. no fuck?

satoru: 

don’t play with me baby. i'm fine. 

ate. got cleaned up. heading out.

still gonna fuck you. maybe on dresser.

will eat you out very well for making you wait. promise.

oh and don’t forget. my shirt. nothing under.

you:

get home. 

satoru makes sure to get back as soon as possible. when nanami takes him home in his own car, geto follows behind them in his, so satoru won’t have to get it later. he can’t and won’t fight back his loving sigh. they go out of their way to hold him close, even after ridiculing him. even after everything nearly erupts, all he can feel for them is fondness. satoru thanks them thoroughly, tangling them up in a long embrace as he tells them how much he loves them both because he’s still very drunk and now very sentimental about how much they all care for him.

need to tell shoko and even toji’s rotten ass, too.

“alright, okay, get off me.” nanami snorts and shoves him, straightening his shirt. geto chuckles. “go get fucked, pussy boy. go home to your girlfriend and dresser.” “i fucking will.” satoru huffs in determination.  he gets inside the main building of the complex where you both live in foolish love these days, and he stumbles his way down the hall where the apartment is, fumbling over the number pad to unlock the door. he’s biting his lip, desperately trying to concentrate, because as soon as he sees you, it’s a go. a move. the brightest green light he’s ever seen. he keeps fumbling with the numbers in frustration, but soon after, you open the door. “my ‘toru,” you greet him sweetly, honeysuckle-toned as always, looking him over curiously. “different clothes?” “c’mon. let me in, baby.” he whines, no patience. he wants his hands on your body, your pussy in his face, his tongue between your legs, lapping you up with fervor, covering you in apologetic licks. “now.” you ignore his attempt at a demand, tilting your head to the side cutely. “why are you home so late?” “because i can. baby, stop playin’ with me. move.”  satoru lazily kicks his shoes off in the hallway, no regard for them, and does what he does best: bulldozes. he grabs your face and kisses you hard, pushing his way inside and closing the door behind him. you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as much you can, as much as his messiness will allow. his hands move from your face, sliding down your frame as if to memorize the shape of you with only the tips of his fingers and the grasp of his palms. “you in just my shirt?” he asks you, voice husky and gritty with desire as he lifts up the polyester fabric covering you, feeling your cool skin. “nothing under?” “nothing under.” a proud confirmation. “always fuckin’ ready for me.” he sings your praises, proud that you listen and quietly grateful you let him in. “wanna nibble.” his head dips down to the base of your neck, pressing tender kisses there and tugging tiny patches of your skin between his teeth. a gentle indulgence. your fingers run the back of his head, grazing over his undercut, tugging on snowy locks above. with a fragile whimper, his greedy lips find yours again. satoru groans into your mouth while you breathe it in, breathe all of him in. now his pants feel so tight that he wants to scream. he can’t focus his lips on your skin until the restricting fabric is gone and he can shove his throbbing erection into something just to relieve the aching. “i’m so fucking hard right now it hurts.” he whines, fingers moving to tinker with his belt. his frustration grows with every instance his fine motor skills fail him. “bed. all fours. just need to fuck for a sec before i take you to the dresser. nodding, you pull his sweater over your head and off your body, revealing that you are indeed completely naked underneath as he requested, as you promised. you smile smugly when his eyes are glued to you, traveling over the sight of your body, perky nipples looking like his tongue’s coming target. “whatever you say, ‘toru.” he watches you saunter over to the bed, propping yourself up on your hands and knees, thighs parted explicitly for his viewing pleasure, he’s certain. and his heart swells with love for you over it. “that’s fuckin’ right.” he grunts. “gonna fuck the shit out of you.” “come on then. hurry up.” you groan. “you move so slow when you’re drunk. it’s taking you forever just to get your belt off!” “i’m coming.” he rolls his eyes, grumbling. as he’s about to undo his zipper, he stops. “oh, wait. shit, baby. i need a second. just a second.” “what?” you squeak in disbelief. “gojo satoru, i have my ass in the goddamn air right now! what else could you possibly need time for?!” “disgustin’ ’n unacceptable,” he mutters to himself, turning his palms over.

he shuffles his way to the bathroom because his hands are absolutely filthy and he’s about to worship you. the last time he washed them was at geto’s. he’s touched so many random objects between that time and now. considering he’s definitely about to be knuckles-deep inside you within the next three to five minutes, this is entirely unacceptable for him. “excuse me?”’ the sound of running water muffles his speech more than it slurs. “m’hands are fucking filthy. can’t put my dirty fingers inside you. no, i won’t.” he takes time to thoroughly wash his hands, taking pride in the work they’re about to put forth. and not to mention you bought this really fruity soap from someplace you go for candles, too. it’s orange blossom and he isn’t sure if it’s an aphrodisiac, but it should be. it smells divine. just like you. once he dries his hands and steps back into the room, he sees you sitting completely naked on the bed with arms folded, glaring. “my hands are clean now.” he tells you, quite proudly, smiling and holding his palms up for you to see how diligent and dutiful he’s been for you. but your eyes narrow. “did you call me disgusting and unacceptable?”

“no?” he answers, confused by your notion. “called my hands that, though. they were fuckin’ gross; gettin’ ready to write some scripture in your pussy so wanted to make sure my hands were squeaky clean.” your mouth falls open and only a tiny utter tumbles out. a sinister smirk of his own follows. “why are you sittin’ there like that? i told you all fours. come on then. hurry up. you move so slow when you’re bratty. it’s taking you forever just to get your pussy played with.” you don’t move. you don’t speak. “so…you gonna put your ass back up for me like i told you to or you gonna sit there and disappoint me?” and in a moment, there it is, the sharp rise and fall of your chest. you bite your lower lip and nod in silence. a loving smile. “words, baby. i don’t know what you’re nodding your pretty head at.” “m’gonna put my ass back up for you like you told me to.” knowing he has you hooked, satoru chuckles, slipping into your usual dynamics with ease. “good answer. all fours.” his pants and briefs become discarded fabric pooled at his feet he steps out of and abandons altogether. when he approaches the bed and is greeted by your ass in the air just like he told you, a lazy smile paints itself across his face. his hand travels down the arch of your back slowly, thoughtfully, thumbing over the indention of dimples as if they were signs to decipher. hands slide back to caress your ass in his palms. he smacks each cheek lustily, a yelped moan spilling from you as he does. examining the sweetness between your legs, his eyes twinkle with delight. you’re glistening, out on display for him, perfect mound asking him for a kiss and some praise, it seems. you waited so long just to feel him. so patiently, at that. you were still ready even when he came home late. you still opened the door. you still said his name with adoration dripping from your tongue, teeth, and lips. you still let him in and let him touch. you still want him to keep you close. you want him just as badly when he’s a mess as you do when he’s perfect and pristine; this is why he worships. your love is an unconditional vat; devoutness is all you deserve. he kneels down and drags his tongue along your folds, the tip dipping into your entrance, taunting and foreshadowing her first orgasm for you. it doesn’t take long and you’re already singing for him. he’ll give her everything and more tonight. “want you so bad, ‘toru.” you whine. “need you so bad.” hearing your declaration makes him twitch, and the aching returns instantly. satoru, helpless and on his knees just to taste you, thrusts into his own grasp several times, hissing, muted groans pouring out of him in inconsistent streams. “best in the fuckin’ world. can’t wait to be inside you and cream that precious fucking pussy of yours. gonna reward you so well. gonna make sure you feel so good, as good as you’ve been to me, baby. m’so proud of my perfect girl. gonna worship you.” the whole time he speaks, his fingers glide up and down the slit of your lips, teasing you with soft grazes along you, a digit slipping into your arousal and enjoying the moisture now coating his fingertip. your hips start moving towards his hand, yearning for more than what he’s giving. he rises to his full height again, index finger sliding into you easily, earning him a small, pleasant whimper. “another,” you request between soft pants, breathing becoming thick and strangled. satoru offers an aroused hum, sliding in an additional digit, his middle finger. he works them in and out of you at a steady pace. 

it’s not fast or rough, because the pleasure that runs through you will be far too short-lived for his liking. his movements are languid and thorough. he wants it to slink its way up your spine and clutch you. his fingers are dragging out of you slowly, but when he pushes them back in, there’s light pressure behind it, and his fingers are sinking into your hole, gently massaging your walls. when his two fingers curve ever so slightly downward, you arch her back more, shuddering while breathy whines leave your lips. “yes, yes, yes,” your moan is elongated and satisfied. he keeps his motions steady and consistent, thoroughly enjoying how your body reacts to his sensual touches. you can’t keep yourself propped up anymore after a few minutes and your head dips into the sheets, ass still hiked so he can continue with his fun. he pulls his fingers out, cock throbbing at the site of them dripping with you. he should be ashamed about the way he whimpers so contentedly when his soaked fingers pop into his mouth, but he isn’t. he just wants more.

“good fucking god, you’re so wet.” he coos, returning his fingers to your warmth, your audible gasp followed by your fingers clutching the sheets beneath you, but his movements never stop. “you love fucking my fingers, huh?” you moan, your agreement whiney and pleading. “wanna cum on them. please, please, ‘toru.” he feigns his sadness. every flavor of your begging is his favorite. “but i wanted to taste you, baby. i wanted you to cum on my tongue.” his voice sounds disappointed but his fingers tell an entirely different story as he decides to involve his thumb, rubbing it over your clit while he’s sliding his two fingers back in. he listens intently as your pants become broken pleads. “fuck, ‘toru. f-fuck, okay. okay,” it’s all you can stammer out, because when he picks up his pace, you sound like you might be on the verge of tears. “oh….oh my god.” satoru continues talking as if he’s not coaxing you straight into the depths of delirium with the intent of watching you drown in all the sensation he gives you. “want my tongue all inside that fucking pussy when you cum the first time. maybe on your next one i’ll let it be on my fingers, but i’m very settled on my tongue for now.” “whatever you say, baby. whatever you say.” you whine for him. “just more. more, please.” he smiles at your choice of words, removing his fingers while rising and taking in your frantic whimpers at the loss of stimulation. he waits for as long as he can, he really does, but he needs himself inside you desperately, just for a moment, just enough to sate the bordering animalistic urge he has for your stickiness and desperation on his dick. he wants to feel you clenching around him, hugging and catering to the need of his length. “can’t take it.” he rasps, erection back in his clutch. “need to be inside you. need.” he’ll feel better once you’re the one that feels like you can’t take it. “hurry, baby,” a wispy whine. “feel empty.” a shaky exhale of breath through gritted teeth. “don’t worry, baby. gonna fill you up. gonna keep you nice ’n fucking full.” the amount of desire emitting from him is likely lethal. he lines himself up perfectly behind you, gripping your hips with his palms and pulling your ass closer to him. he spreads you open for him more with one, strong palm, and grazes the tip of his member along you, receiving exactly what he wants from you: another needy plea. “please fuck me, ‘toru. please, please, please.” little by little, he sinks himself into you, watching himself disappear inside you, a sharp breath sucked and trapped in his throat as he tries his hardest to endure all the different forms of sensation he’s having at once: the feeling of your walls welcoming him so warmly, clinging to every inch of him like he just came home, the intensity of the smoldering heat that fills his body, how flushed he’s becoming just upon entering you, feeling all your moisture around him, you coating him. hearing the utter decadence in your moan when he slides all the way in with no problem, you stretching and taking his girth with ease. he lingers in stillness, wades in the feeling of you like this. “do something.” your mewl is riddled with urgency and growing impatience. satoru starts rocking his hips, leisurely at first, tender even. he just enjoys the feeling of being inside you, enjoying the sight of your hole swallowing him. it relieves the ache he’s been feeling since he came home, but as soon as the initial haze passes, he feels a thick twinge in his gut, something primal seeping in. his slow thrusts become erratic and intense. “tightest fucking pussy,” he grunts, snapping into you with abandoned restraint, so lust-laden it’s making his head cloudy and dizzy again. “ah, fuck. fuck, baby. this is what…this is what i’m fucking saying. feeling you like this is fucking…fuuuck…..” he leaves it at that, cutting himself off with a series of breathy moans as his head lulls back.

“all yours,” you choke out. “feels good, ‘toru. feels so good.” he knows he doesn’t want to cum yet, but the state he’s in almost feels delirious. his eyes keep rolling and closing, lips clasped tightly together because all he can focus on is the ecstasy coursing through his body every time his rhythm carries him back inside you, your walls pulsing around him mercilessly. he hears your cries and them being muffled by you pressing your face into the bedding. he wants more. he keeps looking down at your ass, wanting to see you sinking onto him rather than him pumping himself into you. he wants to grab and grip and tug and smack. “fuck on me.” he directs, stopping all motion. without hesitation, you swirl your hips and press back on him, back arching, trying to find a reasonable way to get yourself off on him while he watches you. he grips your ass cheek in his palm, squeezing, holding. he swallows down his own sounds just so he can dote on you. “perfect. you’re fucking perfect, baby.” your cries fill the room, his name being sung over and over. intoxicated, he sticks his thumb in his mouth, wetting it. then, he has one palm taut to your ass, spreading your cheeks slightly. his fingers do their best to grip you and hold you like that, thumbing your hole, teasing you. he surrenders to a whimper he’s unable to contain. he resumes his previous movements, using one hand to hold your hips and guide himself in and out of you, the other gripping your ass with his thumb in your hole. he’s not going to last much longer like this, but it’s one of his favorite ways to fuck and he almost can’t stop. “oh my god, baby. ohh…my fucking god. all mine.” his voice comes out gritty, pace spiraling out of consistency. “all me. my pussy to fuck…and play in….only me.” “only you, ‘toru,” you coo the words between your sloppy moans each time his hips roll into you. “all yours.” his head falls back, on the cusp of being completely engulfed in hot bliss. “who do you belong to, baby? huh? tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “t-to-oooh…” your voice stammers and stutters, unable to give him a coherent response.

he feels your walls spasming around him, but he’s trying to hold on. he wants you to cum on his tongue, but he also simply cannot stop fucking you until you answer his question. he’s trying to give you time; you’re gasping, groaning, and whining all at once. but he doesn’t want you to fall apart unless his tongue is what sends you over the edge first. he just wants to keep his promise. “tell me.” he begs you, thrusts becoming languid, but hips still rolling very steadily and intently so he can get every single inch of himself in with every motion. his hand reaches and fists a bundle of your hair, tugging. “who does this perfect fucking pussy belong to?” “sa-satoru. you. all you.” he slows down, causing you to whine. “so close, baby. p-please, don’t stop.” he does, though. rather abruptly, too. but there’s only a fleeting moment between him pulling out of you and him descending to his knees. “turn over.” he instructs. “lay flat on your back. spread out wide for me, baby.” it takes you a moment, limbs feeling fatigued now that the momentum dies. satoru helps you complete his impromptu task, snickering to himself at how tuckered out you already are. if this is you now, by the time he’s done with you, you’ll be a crumbled, fragmented, devastated mess. he can’t wait. hooking his arms under your thighs, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, closer to his mouth. he already knows this will end with you in satiated ruin, folded up in his arms for support, legs limp. he already knows your night will end with you wrapped up securely in his grasp, receiving soft kisses, dotes, and praises. honestly, as it should.

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content. — afab!reader, masturbation, dubcon/non-con elements?? idk exactly what to consider this as tbh 😭

being sukuna's vessel and having literally no choice but to let him play with your body while he's in control of it. of course, you're completely unaware—that is until you open your camera roll one day and stumble upon a video of yourself that you don't remember making.

those unmistakable black markings adorn your skin as your fingers pump in and out of your wet hole. but it's not really you.

looking into the camera, "your" face holds a sadistic and satisfied smile while sticky noises continuously fill the air. sukuna voices that your pretty little cunt is far too tight and that it'll need to be stretched out if you're ever going to take his cock(s) one day. apparently he plans on using your body in more ways than one.

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Nanami x fem!reader

cw: blowjobs, deep throating, degradation, dry humping/grinding on a shoe (bc I’m a whore and I’d do anything for this man), mentions of getting caught

a/n: I just woke up and was compelled to write this. Watched Thursday’s episode and haven’t stopped thinking about the things I would let this man do to me. Nanami please just give me one (1) chance.

Okay but what about Nanami who’s sitting at his desk trying to finish up some paperwork. Nanami who can’t stand the needy looks you’re giving him, who has already told you to behave yourself because he needs to finish this report tonight and he doesn’t want to stay here a second longer than he has to.

Nanami who finally gives in, pushing his chair back from his desk slightly, and without him even saying anything you can tell by his gaze that he’s giving you permission.

You bolt up from the couch, rounding his desk so quickly it’s a shock you don’t slam your hip into the corner of it.

(It’s not a shock, Nanami covers the sharp edge with his hand, ever the gentleman despite what he’s about to let you do.)

You’re about to drop down to your knees but Nanami wraps his fingers around your throat, and the wide desperate eyes you’re giving him make him want to forget about this report and bend you over his desk so he can fuck you on top of the goddamn papers that have been keeping him here so long. “Behave,” is all he tells you, and the rough sound of his voice shoots warmth straight to your core as you nod eagerly.

He lets go of you and leans back, watching with half-lidded eyes as your fingers make quick work of his belt and slacks, easing the fabric down just enough to release his cock. Both of you inhale sharply, and he clenches his jaw as you wrap your hand around the base and lean forward to take the tip into your mouth, a quiet hum leaving you as you finally get to taste him, get to feel the weight of him on your tongue.

“Good girl,” he drawls, and then moves his chair forward again, forcing you underneath the desk. “Now stay just like that until I’m done.”

And for a while, Nanami thinks you will, thinks you’ve finally decided to listen to him for once and just keep his cock warm in your mouth with no antics. But then he feels you shift around, feels you kneel on either side of one of his legs—and then stop. Surely you’re just getting comfortable. You press your cheek against his thigh, and he can nearly see the way your eyes flutter shut in contentment.

He gets all of eighty-six more seconds of tranquility before you move again. And this time you don’t stop. This time you reach your hands up to clutch at the fabric of his slacks as you grind and grind yourself down onto his shoe, your neediness finally catching up to you. The whimpers you’re letting out are sending vibrations up his cock that make him grit his teeth and push back from his desk abruptly.

You give him these wide puppy-dog eyes that nearly make him fold, because after all he’s supposed to just keep working while his pretty little girlfriend is on her knees in front of him, skirt fluttering out to settle around your knees, looking like the picture of innocence when really you’re just begging to be fucked like a whore in his office?

“You know that’s not how good girls behave.” His voice is so thick and gravelly that it almost makes you not care, almost makes you climb up on his lap to ride him anyway.

But you don’t, because you are a good girl, but there’s only so far your patience can stretch and he’s been in here for hours working on this stupid fucking report and you would make a mental note to complain to Yaga about post-mission procedures if the look Nanami were giving you right now wasn’t just making your head fuzzy with pleasure.

“Kento, please—” you whine, and he holds a hand up.

“I will give you one more chance, otherwise you’re just going to have to wait until we get home. After I finish my report. After I debrief with Yaga.”

You immediately shake your head. That wasn’t part of the agreement! You want to protest, but you can see that his patience is worn thin, so you keep your mouth shut.

“You’re going to be good?”

And you nod, letting out a small “mhm” and scooting closer on your knees when he beckons you with a curl of his fingers.

Nanami gives you a pointed look and you slowly take him back inside your mouth, your body immediately relaxing again. But then Nanami’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you all the way down until your nose is against his pelvis, pushing past your gag reflex and holding you there even as you choke.

You blink back the tears that are welling up on your lash line, eyebrows scrunched together as you look up at him.

“Grind on me,” he grunts, and it takes all of his willpower not to fuck your throat as the look on your face morphs from confusion to relief and then back to confusion again. “C’mon, you’re so desperate to get yourself off, grind on me while you choke on my cock.”

His words make your eyes roll into the back of your head and you quickly straddle one of his legs again, grinding yourself down onto the top of his shoe and whining at the friction of it through your panties. Your movements quickly become more eager, having to compensate for the layer of fabric that’s blocking out the truly delicious feeling of his shoelaces against your bare cunt.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Nanami groans, his fingers tightening in your hair. “Such a fucking slut, huh? Want me to fuck you in my office where anyone could walk by and hear the filthy little sounds you make, I bet it turns you on so much knowing someone could’ve walked in earlier while you were under my desk sucking on my cock.”

You nod as much as you can with the grip Nanami has on you, looking up at him through lashes that are wet with tears.

“Lift your skirt up, let me see how wet your panties are.” You do ask you’re asked and Nanami groans at the sight of the wet spot darkening the fabric, his hips jerking up and causing him to gasp as your throat tightens around him. “Fucking soaked,” he hisses. “My filthy little whore. Cum for me—you said you were gonna be my good girl, yeah? Be good for me and cum.”

Nanami doesn’t even need to finish his demand before you’re squeezing your eyes shut, gripping your skirt that you’re still so dutifully holding up even tighter as your climax hits you, body shaking with the force of it all.

You fall limp against him, body slumping against his thigh when you come down. And then you go to take a deep breath, moving your head back just slightly until you’re stilled by Nanami’s grip.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stay still while I fuck your throat. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

Literally haven’t stopped thinking about Nanami since Thursday’s ep. Being a Nanami girl has been so good to me. Reblogs & comments always appreciated 🫶🏼

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Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.

“You really don’t need to carry me—”

“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.

He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.

This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”

And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.

[carissime]

nanami who kisses the palms of both your hands before wrapping your fingers around the headboard and telling you not to let go

[carissime]

DO ME NEXT DADDY

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the hottest thing a man can do is tilt his head and say ‘yeah?’ —like no need to be a slut, calm down.

[carissime]

gojo nuttin in you and plugging you up!!!!

a/n: similar request: “I’m sure you’ve probably done something about it but the way that the idea of gojo coming in you and pulling your panties up after is so IRBDJEHDBEBSBNS makes my brain numb no thoughts off the walls feral” + so im combining these two! uhm. horny devil took over me while writing

warnings: fem!reader, reader is deep in sub-space, semi-public sex, multiple rounds, pet names, calls you ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, lots of cum, n*sfw under the cut

no one really knew where this breeding kink of gojo had come around, not when he was the student talking about how annoying kids were and then got blessed with megumi and tsumiki.

he’d like to think that it wasn’t because he wanted to see little yous and hims running around the house. sure, it definitely was in his future plan, but with everything going on it would be too chaotic, so he’s willing to wait. it unveils itself to him one night after cumming deep in you; it related more to his possessiveness over you—

it rings true when he’s got you riding him in his office chair, the pleasure of his cock deep in you overtaking the discomfort in your thighs. you’ve been holding back for the longest time in the meeting with the higher-ups and the other sorcerers, unable to stop your glances toward your boyfriend while they talked of another emerging curse user.

you jumped him as soon as the meeting was over.

“f . . fuck, baby,” gojo’s breathless as he says it, a thumb to your clit and drawing languid circles. it only prompts your pussy to clench around him and your head falls down to your connected bodies. “hear how sloppy your fuckin’ cunt is, sweets.”

you can both hear and see it, see the drag of your pussy along his length and the pleasurable stretch of your walls around him. your hands go around his neck to play with his hair, messing with the abandoned blindfold resting along his clavicle.

“were you this wet for m-me, for the whole meeting?”

your scrunched up eyes struggle to open as you meet his blue ones, a choked yeah leaves your lips as you continue to bounce on him. there’s sweat lining both your bodies from the clothes still inhabiting your persons, slowly getting soiled from your juices, too.

“oh, baby, you know i would’ve dropped everything to fuck you then and there—” satoru grits his teeth when you tighten around him again and you moan out loud at the words he says. you’re not even sure whether you came, thighs shaking from your mini orgasm that you limp forward into your boyfriend’s arms.

gojo coos into your hair, doing the work now as he fucks into your spent body. the slap of his balls against your ass is obscene, whining into your ears before he starts to rut in short little thrusts again. “cumming— cu—”

gojo’s eyes squeeze shut, hiding his forehead in your neck as he spills deep in you. a deep groan reverberates from his throat, feeling his cum feel you up spurt after spurt and you’re the same, mewling softly beside his ear that only gets him hard again.

“that’s right, take all my cum, baby.” gojo mumbles, drunk on the feel of your pussy before he remembers he has a class to get to.

“you gonna keep my cum in you?” he asks breathlessly, a little softer than he expected to. but his heart soars when you nod obediently, letting him help you put your other leg into your panties. his cum still threatens to spill out, but it’s still better with the fabric barrier.

gojo is disgusting like that, “i’ll see you at home, alright?” he taps your butt playfully, landing a sloppy kiss to your lips and indulges you with a few more pecks.

that one feeling hasn’t left him since the afternoon, determined to pump you full again that he couldn’t even conduct a class properly. all he wanted to do was to rush back to you, with a sweet reward granted to him.

you were so dazed from his cock that you decided it wouldn’t hurt to put on your favourite set under your clothes, tending to your own errands as you wait for your boyfriend to return. so when you’re welcoming him with more touches than usual and a sultry voice to match, he knows he wasn’t the only one with that creampie on his mind.

you aren’t sure what round you’re on by now, pussy feeling so slick and full from how much he’s cummed in you that your mind is fuzzy and muddled.

“like it when i breed you, hm?” he slams into you from above, bed creaking from just how rough he was being. he’s got your body pressed deep into the sheets and your ass up and as usual, he’s got your back arching uncomfortably.

“y— yeah, yeah, s’much, ’toru!” you whine into your hands, feeling your orgasm approach again as you feel like you’re driven to your limit everytime and yet you come back for more. gojo is quick to cum again, cock stilling in you as he pumps you yet again and the sight is so messy.

your ass and pussy is painted with white and gojo grins seeing your hole push out his seed. he purses his lips, scooping up his cum and pushing it back in. and then he’s got you on him again, thrusting into you from below. the strings of his cum stick to your pelvis, paired with your cum pooling at the base of his cock. it’s so sticky and lewd, the squelching sounds of pussy.

“can never get e-enough, of pumping you full, princess.” you groan into thin air, juices spraying everywhere from the sheer amount of it.

“love it— wan’ more, pleasepleaseplease.” you’re out of your mind, driven into oblivion and you think that this truly was your limit, sobbing out your lover’s name when he starts to rub circles along your clit and you’re squirting, hips bucking away from the overstimulation and you grab onto his forearms like a vice.

“good little slut . . mh, squirting all over my cock— s-shit—” you’re cumming so much he can feel it on his thighs, soaking his skin and sheets. the grip you have on his cock is insane, making him so difficult to move that he grunts and stammers, pelvis faltering with a twitch to his dick.

“going to— give you another load, baby.” he mumbles breathlessly, giving one last deep thrust that has your eyes rolling back into your skull and body trembling and you’re so deep into sub-space that you just let him manhandle you roughly. satoru’s hips snap up into you impatiently before he’s cumming deep again, mind turned into mush once ropes and ropes of cum is pushed into your womb. you feel so full, so dumbed down that you don’t notice him scrambling for something in the bedside table.

“got your slutty pussy somethin’,” he whispers. the first pull out of gojo’s cock is gross, a translucent sheen of white covering his shaft from how much he’s cummed in you before he removes himself completely. you gasp at the emptiness, sinking behind into his embrace before you feel full again.

a cute little toy takes the place of his cock, a baby blue plug that is stuffed deep in you and possessiveness is starting to turn into wanting to get you knocked up. gojo isn’t sure any more.

your boyfriend prompts you to look down, caressing your thighs as he hums into your ears and you shiver lightly.

“need you to keep every last drop — can you do that, baby?” you feel him smile against your lips when you turn your head to kiss him, an affirmative response muttered against his lips together with a confession.

tagging @hyomagiri @jabamin @shotorus @satohruu :3

[carissime]

“I can’t sleep” 🤝🏽 “I’ll help u tire out” bf

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Need a bulge pressed against my ass and a hand around my neck.

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★ ₊ ⊹ ⋆˙ ┈ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 X ᶠ!ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ

✦ ⋆˙ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ┈ 4.0k

✦ ⋆˙ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ┈ NSFW! baby fever!gojo, breeding kink, unprotected sex, established relationship, pet names (mama, baby), pull out method, oral (f!receiving), talks of having kids and starting a family, ooc!gojo(?)

✦ ⋆˙ 𝐀!𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ┈ Gojo seems like he’d be so good with kids! He’s all but adopted Yuuji and actually adopted Megumi. That man would be a great dad.

✮ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 & 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!! ✮

Gojo loves coming home to his apartment smelling like you. His penthouse always has a certain smell to it. Cleaning chemicals courtesy of his maid that dusts away the cobwebs while he’s out of town, and the deep floral scent of his cologne that you love so much. But underneath the artificial fragrance of wood polish and his signature expensive fragrance is something innately you. 

He can smell your perfume and hear your voice before he’s even kicked off his shoes in the entryway, mumbling through the lyrics of some song as the apartment warms with the smell of your cooking. Gojo has never been much of a chef, prefering to eat out or order in, and he’s never really bothered to buy proper groceries. His cabinets are filled with cereals and chips and his fridge is a rotating stock of sugary drinks and sometimes fruits if he remembers to pretend to care about a more balanced diet. Really he has people that buy food for him. His maid or someone else–he never really noticed their salaries leaving his bank account so it really doesn’t matter. They try to leave him with something proper to eat. Meat and vegetables, food that’s actually healthy. Usually he ends up tossing it as the meat spoils and the vegetables wilt but you’ve decided to help yourself to whatever he had left, standing over the stove armed with a pair of tongs. 

He wonders how long you’ve been here. Long enough since you’ve had time to make yourself comfortable and start cooking. He recognizes the shirt hanging down to your thighs as one of his, plain white and slightly worn–just the type of thing you’d like to steal from him because you like just how good he smells. It’s cute. You’re cute as you swing your hips to the song playing in your earbuds, tending to your cooking without a care in the world. He leans against the island that smells sharp and citrusy and smiles at your thoroughness. Already cleaned the counter to avoid those pesky uncooked chicken germs. You pick up each marinated piece with a gloved hand, fishing the cooked chunks out of the pan to be set aside. 

It’s heart wrenchingly domestic the way you’re always so diligent in the kitchen, attention divided between so many tasks at once. Your gloved hand mixes the bowl of uncooked chicken bits, trying to spread the seasoning on every piece because you hate eating bland food, while your other hand flips the pieces sizzling in the pan. It makes Gojo want to see you occupied even further. It’s mean to want it for you when you always whine about not yet, Satoru whenever he tries to bring up the topic of kids. But, fuck he wants to come home to you just like this with a baby on your hip and another, only a year or two older, hanging onto your leg as your pregnant belly bumps against the edge of the stove. His dick jumps, thickening with excitement at the idea of you having his babies, making you a mama. You deserve it and he knows you want it, too. No matter how much you whine and squirm when he says he’s going to cum inside you. 

Breathy whimpers of, Satoru, no! as you try to sound stern even when you’re bouncing on his cock, greedy pussy sucking him in as he pulls out to fill you with another deep thrust. You get to cream on his dick whenever you want, pussy frothing white rings around his base as he folds you up and fucks you good but he can’t even cum inside, not even once. He could be mean and make you take it, keep bullying your insides even after you cum until you’re crying on his cock and leaking his cum so he can laugh at the tears sparkling in your eyes. 

He watches your ass bounce as you dance, oblivious to his arrival. You’ve got those little black shorts on. The kind that cling tight to your curves and he groans, eyes rolling back behind his tinted glasses. You’re torturing him on purpose, you have to be. There’s no other reason for you to look so fucking perfect right now. You reach over to pick up a piece of lettuce, chewing on the edge of the leaf as you finally catch sight of him in your periphery. He watches you startle, lettuce leaf hanging from your mouth as your eyes widen. Like a goddamn bunny caught in the sights of a wolf. Soft cheeks and bright eyes as you smile and shove the rest of the lettuce into your mouth. 

“Satoru!” You beam at him like you’ve never been happier to see anyone in your life and it makes him melt, folding over the counter to groan his desperation into the cold granite. Fuck! He can imagine what your babies will look like. They’ll be chubby ’cause mama will feed them so well. Fat cheeks and pudgy little arms that’ll cling tight to you whenever you hold them. He wants to see your nose, your lips, your everything in their faces. He couldn’t care less about passing on any of his genetics when he just wants to make more little yous that reach for him when he comes home, little hands opening and closing in his direction while you smile and welcome him home just like you are now. 

“I’m making chicken.” You say, half facing him so you can tend to your cooking and look at him at the same time. 

“Uh huh,” he says dumbly because he’s not really listening. As sweet as it is hearing you tell him about your day he’s just focused on the shape of your lips and the way your nipples poke through the thin fabric of your–his!–shirt. He wants to get his mouth on them. Shove the shirt up under your arms so he can fill his mouth with your tits. He wants to see you squirming as you rub your thighs together, panties soaked as he tugs at your nipples. He wants to tease you with coy quips of “feels good, mama?” as he pries your legs apart so he can rub at your little clit and make you cum with his fingers in your pussy. You’ll be so good for him. Shaking and nodding, trying to muffle your voice behind your hand as you pretend you don’t like when he plays so messily with your chest, slobbering over the soft skin as his tongue flicks over the sensitive little peaks of your nipples. You like it. You love it. Always complaining but cumming the hardest when he’s messy with you. He’ll eat you out after you cum, fingers on your sore clit getting replaced with his lips as he sucks the sensitive nub into his mouth, teeth grazing softly, just enough to make you yelp and tug at his hair as he swallows down your slick. 

Gojo’s hard on is nearly painful in his sweatpants but you can’t tell as you remain on the other side of the island, oblivious to the way he’s palming at himself as you complain about one of your coworkers. Something about fucking up inventory and stealing commissions. 

“You can quit, mama. I’ll take care of you.” His voice is light with amusement but he’s dead serious. He knows you like working, like having something to do with your time. You have friends and a life, an apartment of your own that he absolutely loathes. Why can’t you just live here with him when he so clearly wants to spend all his time spoiling you. Spoiling the pretty little babies you’ll make with him. 

“I like my job, Satoru.” You remind him as you turn off the burner and carry the food over to the island. He hopes you’ll come sit down next to him and catch him touching himself. His cock is drooling in his pants at the mere sight of you. Instead you decide to stand across from him, filling lettuce leaves with rice and chicken and pickled vegetables before shoving the huge bite in your mouth. Your cheeks fatten and he leans forward to poke them, cooing over how cute you are. 

Cute mamas make cute babies and he knows yours will be tooth-rottingly adorable if you just. Let. Him.

“I can give you a new job.” He promises. “Being a mommy is a full-time job. I can make you a mama and you won’t have to worry about anybody bothering you. Promise.” He’s desperate. This isn’t the first time he’s asked and it’ll be far from the last. He won’t stop until you’re saying yes and he’s bending you over and filling you up how you deserve. You laugh, far past being annoyed that he’s so insistent. He imagines it’s hard for you not to find his desperation funny when Gojo Satoru has never wanted for anything in his life. Nothing but you, and now your babies. He wants them. He’ll wait for them. 

“In a little bit, Satoru. We’ve got time, we don’t have to rush it.” But he wants to rush it. And is it really rushing if he’s been thinking about it for months. Sure, you’re young but he wants babies. Plural! He wants to have at least three of them. Maybe four or five if you’ll let him. As many as he can breed you for. He’ll fill you up until you start begging for him to pull out again every time he fucks you and then he’ll go back to pouting as his babies get older with no new additions to the family. He wants a litter, a ridiculous amount. The kind of family that needs a minivan and maybe a nanny to help manage all your little babies. He has the money, you know he does. He can afford it but you’re just so mean and patient about it. Gojo can be patient but he really doesn’t want to be when it comes to you. 

He can never wait to get home to see you, can’t wait to get you in bed, can’t wait for your future together. He wants it now, now, now! but he lets you say no. Of course he does. He knows it’ll be a yes someday when you decide you’ve tortured him enough. You’ve already said you want lots of kids or else why would he even consider the thought. You’re so mean to him. Planting that thought in his head and letting it grow like a weed so now he’s always thinking about baby names and maybe buying a house with a big yard and a dog for the kids to play with. 

Fuck, you drive him insane. Smiling sweetly like it isn’t your fault he’s already thinking about nursery colors and the safest model of car. He’s a bit lax with looking after himself but he’ll make damn sure to take no chances taking care of his family. He eats the food you made, legs spread to relieve some of the tension as he watches you pack the rest of the food up and put labels on each container. It makes him think about packing lunches for school and he pushes away his half eaten plate to drag you to bed. 

He kisses you when you complain that he hasn’t finished his food, that he must be hungry ’cause he just got home and it makes his cock hard all over again. It went soft as he was listening to you tell a story about a rude customer while he mused about family safe pets and what to name them. That wholesomeness is gone in an instant as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, swallowing your protests as spit starts to leak from the corners of your mouth. Because how can you still be so cutely attentive when he’s been giving you pointed looks over the edge of his glasses, tongue poking into his cheek in the way he does only when he’s thinking about stripping you out of your clothes. You’re babbling about price matching and expired coupons while he’s trying his best to remind himself that he can’t knock you up and give you a new little person to take care of the moment he gets you in his dick. But fuck does he want to. 

And you’re not making it any easier for him. Pawing at his shoulders and asking what’s got him so worked up like you don’t just need to exist in his proximity for his mind to start melting into thoughts of giving you his cock just the way you like. The bed is made and he knows he hadn’t done it before he left and his maid wasn’t scheduled to come through until next Wednesday. So fucking perfect. Tidying the house and making food so he’d have something nice to come home to but he’s not supposed to reward you with his cum spilling out of your little pussy? Yeah, okay. 

“Need you.” He mumbles as he pushes you down on the freshly fluffed pillows. “Need you so fucking bad, mama. You’ll let me, yeah? I can have you, right, baby?” You nod, murmuring, “I’m all yours, Satoru” as he pulls your shirt over your head and shoves those tight little shorts down your thighs. You’re not wearing panties and he nearly creams in his pants at the way your puffy little pussy is already shiny with arousal. Just some kisses and sweet words and you’re already dripping for him. Gojo groans, feeling grateful to have you because who else could be this perfect for him. He tosses his glasses aside to look at you properly. All wet lips and eager smiles as you wait for him to take care of you in the way only he can. He’s sure you’re gonna kill him someday. 

He gets his mouth on your tits just like he wanted, groaning at the taste of your skin as he sucks on the pert little bud. Your breath hitches and the little sound would’ve sent him to his knees if he wasn’t laid out on top of you like a weighted blanket, leg slung over your squirming thighs as he makes a mess of your tits. Licking and sucking each one until they’re both wet with his spit and you’re shaking on the edge of an orgasm. He lets you have it, looking down to watch the way your thighs tremble pitifully as your pussy clenches around nothing. It’s fucking hot and he shoves his pants down his hips just enough to squeeze at his cock, flushed a deep angry red from how long he’s been neglecting it. 

Gojo groans against the plushness of your breast, breathy little pants puffing over your abandoned nipples as he jerks off like he’s never seen tits before. He cums fast, spilling over your tummy in short streaks. It’s pitiful but it takes the edge off enough for him to treat you the way you deserve. His shirt is tossed aside as he mouths at your tummy, licking up the mess he made so he can share his taste with you. He’s already half hard again as you suck on his tongue. He spits in your mouth just to hear you yelp and wiggle like you don’t get stars in your eyes when he treats you dirty. Your thighs are clenched tight, knees knocking as you try to find some relief in the meager friction. Gojo bullies your legs apart as he leaves hot, wet kisses down your body. Prints of his lips shining down your sternum and over the softness of your tummy. He takes extra time to love on it, nuzzling against you because that’s where his babies are gonna go. 

He can’t wait for it. The bump of your belly and swelling of your tits. He knows you’re gonna complain–rightfully so!–about your sore back and swollen ankles and he’ll be there to coo and cajole you into being nicer to yourself as your body changes to accommodate the new life you’re growing for him. He grinds against the bed as he noses his way between your legs. Your thighs snap closed around his head as he tongues your from fluttering hole to twitching clit and he moans. All he can smell, feel, hear is you as your hips buck up into his greedy mouth. 

Gojo throws an arm over your hips and you fall still immediately under his strength but he can still feel the little aborted shifts of your weight that make him laugh against your cunt. He thumbs back the hood of your clit and he makes a show of sucking hard on the little nub, watching your eyes flutter and back arch as you gush around his fingers. He doesn’t stop even as you cream on his tongue, slicking up his face with your cum. He pulls away with a lewd pop! and smacks his lips ’cause he knows how much you hate when he does that. 

His smile is shiny and cruel as his fingers hook against your gummy walls, still pulsing as he drags the pads of his fingertips over that sweet spot. Your lips part but you have no breath in your lungs to make any noise and Gojo wants to spit on your tongue again, let you taste how good you were for him. He winds your body tight, not giving you a break until you’re whimpering and trying to push his hand away, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, mama, I got you.” He doesn’t leave you empty for even a minute, rubbing the wet head of his cock over your clit before pushing inside you with a hiss. 

“Gotta let me in, baby.” He coos when you clench too tight for him to push further. It feels so good the way you’re gripping his cock but he wants to be deeper. He’s only halfway inside and he knows you can take more. You can take all of him. His thumb finds your clit even though he knows it probably hurts by now, flushed and sore as he traces smooth circles over the swollen bud. 

“Satoru, s’too much!” You hiccup, trying to pry his hand away even when he’s being so purposefully gentle. 

“I’m being good.” He pants. “Treating her real nice. Just gotta let me in, mama. Let me in so I can fill you up how you want.” He’s lost in his daydream, imagining finally filling you up, making you take him and grow him a little baby. His free hand pets over your belly as he tries to get deeper with each shallow thrust. And when he pops past that last bit of resistance, Gojo fucking collapses. He buries his face in your neck and goes still. It feels like he’s fucking melting with all the wet heat milking his cock and it doesn’t help that he can feel your pulse fluttering against his panting mouth, and feel your hips trying to buck against him. 

“Please, please,” you pants helplessly. “Love you, please!”

“Mm, love you, too, baby. Gotta gimme a minute,” he laughs, pretending he didn’t almost break his promise and paint your insides white the second you let him all the way inside. You’re the one that wants him to be careful but you’re mewling and moving like you wouldn’t mind if he came right now, pressed right up against your cervix. He bites a bruise into your shoulder to distract himself before pulling his hips back to bully his way back inside with a deep stroke. 

He’s mean about it because he’s pouting. He can’t have what he wants even though it’s so close. He won’t push his luck but he can still be upset about it as he fucks you into the bed. His tongue licks up beads of sweat as they drip down the hollows of your throat, teeth worrying bruises over your shoulder because he knows you don’t like when he leaves too many marks on your neck. He’s so nice and attentive and has you absolutely wailing, nails digging into his back as your legs lock around his waist, but he still can’t have what he wants. 

“Please, mama?” He tries one last time as he feels you starting to pulse around him. Your eyes meet and he swipes a messy kiss that’s more spit and tongue over your mouth before he lets you answer. It’s the same “later, Satoru!” he always gets, yet he still can’t help but be a little disappointed as his balls tighten at the feeling of you cumming on his cock with a wail. There’s a sticky sound as he pulls back, webs of wetness strung between the two of you where you’ve turned his cock white with your drooling pussy. He almost whines at the sight, pressing back inside even as you shiver because he’s so close and this warmth will only last a few moments longer. He gives you long, hard strokes that drag out the last edge of your orgasm. 

“So mean.” You pout even though your legs don’t want to let him go as he pulls out. He leaves just the head inside you, stroking his soak shaft with quick strokes. It’s a dangerous game to be playing but he thinks he’s earned it by being so patient with you. He pulls out at the absolute last second, jerking off onto your stomach because if he can’t put it in there he can at least mark where he wants it to go. 

“Right here, baby.” He groans, leaning over you with one hand on your waist while the other squeezes every last drop of cum from his cock. “That’s where I’m gonna put ’em. That’s where all my cute babies are gonna go, right, mama?” He smiles and he knows it’s patronizing but you’re all too happy to indulge him. 

“Yeah,” you push your hand in beside his as he thumbs at your stomach. “Yeah, right there. I’ll keep ’em in there for you, baby.” 

“Yeah, you will.” You promised. Someday. Not never, just not right now. He’s still impatient but post-nut clarity has sort of straightened his head out as he curls up next to you. He bats your hand away when you try to wipe the mess of his cum off your tummy. 

“It’s gross.” You complain just like he knew you would but you don’t try again. His room has lost the scent of cleaning chemicals and cologne as the smell of sex seeps into every crevice. He can smell your sweat and the scent of your cunt and he’s content to go to sleep without changing the soiled sheets. He’s almost there, lulled by the even sound of your breathing but he still gets up to get you water and a washcloth. He hums in sympathy as you squirm while he cleans the mess between your legs, swiping through your sensitive folds with a careful attentiveness. He stares at the dry mess of his cum on your skin for a little while longer before wiping that away too. You sip your water and remind him to go finish eating and he nearly pops a boner again because you really don’t know how to turn off your charm. 

“Later. Promise I’ll eat later. Jus’ wanna lay with you right now.” He murmurs and slings his leg back over yours. You’re both naked now and slightly sticky from all the sweat but he clings to you anyway. Your fingers find his hair, nails brushing over his scalp gently as you go back to humming. Gojo can’t tell if you’re doing it on purpose or if you’re singing absently to yourself but he can’t help but imagine what it’ll be like to watch you sing lullabies to your babies. Yeah, later can’t come soon enough. 

[carissime]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄: Acts of Service (ft. G. Suguru)

warnings! 18+ MDNI, geto is a giver, fingering, feminine pet names: good girl, princess, sweetheart, daddy kink, reader is a pillow princess, nsfw, slight fluff, tell me if i missed anything.

author's note! i'll be more active this weekend, so i might open requests for short drabbles! also, take note that my inbox is open 24/7 and thirsts are always welcomed! don't be afraid to come talk to me, i don't bite (unless you want me to).

★ acts of service!geto who isn't afraid to kneel down to help you tie your shoes once he noticed it had come undone whilst you two were walking down the sidewalk. not giving a shit to the civilians cursing you two out for blocking the way, he knotted your shoelaces using the bunny technique—it was your favorite—before placing a gentle pat on your thigh. "all good, pretty girl. let's go!"

★ acts of service!geto pays close attention to you despite being preoccupied conversing with his friends. once he noticed the pout on your soft lips as you struggled with the bottle of water in your hands, without even turning to face you, he grabbed it and cracked it open before returning it. nodding in response with a smile on his face when you let out a grateful thank you, babe!

★ acts of service!geto opening the door to the passenger seat for you before jogging back to get to the driver seat. suguru once scolded you for fastening the seatbelt yourself, and you learned from that experience to never touch anything before he returns. you weren't incapable of doing anything; he just preferred to take care of things without you having to put out any effort. once he was seated, he reached out and buckled you up himself, giving you a soft kiss on your cherry flavored lips before getting himself situated.

★ acts of service!geto sat you down comfortably at his feet, resting your cheek on his knee, and you gazed up at him dreamily and with so much admiration as he massaged your head after you complained that it was hurting. "this feels good, love?"

★ acts of service!geto takes pictures of you on his phone while you're dressed up, sometimes donning lingerie but most often posed completely unclothed. these images are all hidden in a private album on his phone.

★ acts of service!geto recognized the desperate look on your face when you told him something hurts and he knew it wasn't your head this time. he asked, "what hurts?" and he was unable to contain the groan that came out of his mouth when you took hold of his hand and guided it towards clothed pussy. "want me to make you feel better, sweetheart?" you only managed to give him a whine in response.

★ acts of service!geto taking his time with you—the lingering sensation of the kisses he left above the waistband of your lace panties was burning—before moving on to your mounds and inhaling deeply to smell your enticing essence. he then proceeded to remove the material that was obscuring what was his.

★ acts of service!geto strokes your throbbing clit, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, while thrusting his thick fingers in and out of your soaked pussy. he never ceased praising you for how effortlessly you always take him, fully aware of how much you love hearing them. you could barely register what was happening around you. your tongue threatened to loll out and your eyes were practically crossing—it felt that fucking good.

★ acts of service!geto smiled at how pathetic you looked. increasing the pace of his fingers, he cooed at you. "daddy's got you, sweetheart. he always makes everything feel better for his good girl, right?"

★ acts of service!geto simply adores his pretty pillow princess.

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[carissime]

When your brain is feeling fuzzy and you’re pushing against his stomach for just a second of reprieve and your fav just holds you tighter, maybe even pulls you a lil closer, pushing himself into you deeper with a cocky grin on his face as he goes, “Where you goin’, hmm?”

[carissime]

Gojo w a partner whose love language is physical touch so he turns off his infinity so he can touch them >>>>>