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hi it's been a while I have so many prompts and ideas to write but I don't have much time since exams are coming up. so as of now, I'm just here to request YOU guys to find me sum scrumdelicious yum yum fics 😋

but fr tho I've been exposed to too much (academic) stress lately and my health has been acting up. so speaking of which!

can you guys mention me some gojo/sylus/...idk any rich man with like a virgin reader and some extreme fluff and romance smut like no fwb or just sex shit but some domestic and romantic stuff with no other man or woman in it(I mean no love triangles🙅🏻‍♀️). pls it's so hard to find one like that but I NEED it pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls PUH LEASE.

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Me lowkey tweaking out anytime somebody makes Choso a sensitive soft boy twink

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GUYSSS UHMM

i had the BEST NUT of my life reading a gojo fic that was like very very intimate and shi like where he gifted the reader a sybian toy and making her use that with a collar and everything guyss it was SOO good i need to reread it but i somehow forgot to like it

it was months ago but i DESPERATELY need it back pls guys tag me if you come across it or just drop the user like omg i don't think I'll ever die peacefully without reading that masterpiece again...

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satoru thirst 💝

bf satoru that has u as his wallpaper but they’re your boobies with his name written across them. they’re covered in his cum and his big hands r groping them to cover ur nipples :3 the picture is so lewd u can’t stand to look at it everytime u go on his phone <3

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Sweet Tooth

gojo satoru x reader

warnings: smut. just a drabble, reader is referred to as satoru's wife, puthy eating, slight breeding kink mentioned, wrote this with one hand

coming home after a rough day of work, his first instinct is to bury his face in his pretty little wife's pussy. it never fails to suprise you, how shameless he's with it. immediately smashing his lips to yours as you gasp. he kicks the door close and press your tiny body on the wall. then he kneels in front you. mumbling something about you, not wearing any panties then diving nose deep into it.

can't stop thinking about gojo with a sweet tooth. he likes to eat all kinds of sweets. from the sweet little desserts you make for him to your sweetest cute little cunt.

he'd pick you up just like that, making you sit on his shoulders as he eats you like a man starved, carrying you to your shared bedroom to have his way with you.

i feel like he would be into food play too. he'd make the honey drip on your clit and slurp it up. when you scold him about not being healthy, he'd suggest he'd eat the strawberries if he gets to dip them inside you first. “Mhm, much sweeter.”

long slender fingers drenched in your juices, satoru can't help but want a taste. he's promised, “just gotta prep you first, sweet thing.” but he eventually gets lost in the sweet taste as he sucks on his fingers. head dipping down, following the sweet smell of your arousal, then he laps at it like a dog.

would eat you out anywhere and everywhere. taking you lingerie shopping and making you squirt in the dressing room. his face and even the upper part of his collar is soaked as he walks out of the room shamelessly. carrying you cuz your legs gave out and mumbling to the sale attendants to pack your things and put them in your car.

you'd visit him some time at his school to drop some lunch boxes for him and the kids cuz they all love your cooking. he can't help but admire you from afar. oblivious to his watch, you laugh as you listen to megumi talking about how annoying yuji is. “but i bet you love him though,” you say, as calm as ever.

and satoru tries his absolute best to not let his thoughts go that way, but they end up going exactly that way. you'd make such a good mama. you'd told him about it, many times. right before he reaches his high, you'd pull him close and beg him to cum inside you. pussy gripping him too tight that he just can't resist. you'd pout as he pushes the birth control pills into your mouth, bringing a glass of water to your mouth, cuz he knows neither you nor him are ready to take that step yet.

“hi toru!” you squeal so cutely as he comes your way. cheeks slightly tinted pink cuz he looks so serious, with the uniform and blindfold on. he's not smiling and you can see his guard is up. he looks intimidating. you don't really get to see him like this much since he always just melts into you when he comes home.

he was unintentionally distracting you and the next thing you knew is that you're in his office. short skirt lifted up, ass on his desk as he stands in front of you, eagerly kissing you. you look up at him panting like a dog, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his when he pulls away.

he smiles, seeing you so messed up, sweaty body clinging onto him, pretty doe eyes looking up at him, biting your lips which got all sore from all his sucking, thighs squeezed, and small hands grabbing and clawing at his shirt. he can see you're getting all worked up, all from seeing him and getting a few kisses. so cute.

he's just as desperate to push it into your warmth but as he'd always say, he needs to "prep" you first. just another excuse to taste you.

legs spread wide shamelessly, your husband's head is between them. cute heels digging his back and it fucking hurts but not nearly enough to make him stop. his spit and your juices dripping down onto the table, wetting the papers that he spent hours working for.

he'd eat you on the bed, on the couch, in the kitchen, and on the dining table cuz he likes having you as a dessert. but his absolute favourite is to do it in the shower cuz he can make you squirt as much as he wants and not have to worry about the mess.

would love it when you pull his hair too, especially when you ride his pretty face. he'd make you squat so that he could angle his tongue with your entrance and sink you down on it. “c'mon baby, it's like you're riding my dick.” you moan contently as his tongue dips inside fully and his nose is pressed firmly against your clit. you would grind and grind until half of his face is practically in the split of your labia.

the little whimpers from him as he thrusts the pink muscle in and out of your cunt makes your cunt drool by the second. the soft pumps would slowly turn into hard tongue-fucking. and that man would not stop until you're completely out of your mind and using his face like a sex toy. your shyness long gone as you chase your orgasm, bouncing yourself up and down on his face. you can't help it, with the way his pretty face is soaked in your juices, you want to soak it more.

so after coming like 5 times, after making you drunk and mindless and dumb, just how he wanted, he'd grin against your pussy as you look down on him and drags your pussy across his face. and satoru fucking takes it, he just lays there beneath you and let you do whatever you want to him while his dick is painfully hard. he guesses all your juices that he gulped down went straight to his cock.

you'd trap the pink wet muscle inside you as you cum for the nth time. you look so dominant like this. he thinks as he feels your walls clenching around his tongue. his head would definitely follow your pussy when you try to pull away from him.

your eyes are tearing up. he wants to tease you for it because you were just riding his face and squirting on it like a minute ago and now you can't take it anymore? but instead, satoru begs. he begs for you to give him just one more because he's just that desperate.

he loves looking up at you as you try your best to satiate his thirst, which will not be satiated till you pass out. the cold tip of his nose pressed against your pearl to give you stimulation enough to keep dripping into his mouth. he loves it so much to the point where he swears, if his tongue isn't enough, he'll put a damn strap on his face and make you ride that too.

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the way I thrusted my phone inside

infinity

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need him to satisfy me in every way.

Gege needs to understand that he's depriving his fans of Maslow's hierarchy of needs

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one finger in each hole

i want him to insert his fingers inside my womb

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ICE CREAM LICK ☾

messy food play with fiancé gojo

✵ tags — nsfw, unprotected sex, food play, blindfold, spit kink, pussy drunk, gojo w oral fixation

“i don’t like this,” you pout, as satoru tightens the blindfold around your eyes.

“you don’t like anything I do,” he shoots back, moving around the kitchen as you hear him rustling with some plastic bags.

“that��s not true!” you cross your arms. “i am marrying you in a week,” you let out a deep sigh, emphasizing your point.

“what’s with the huffing and puffing?” he snaps, “is it a chore to marry me?” his voice goes up a pitch. you try to stifle your laugh, because you know that’s exactly what he wants.

you shrug. “just saying you’re lucky to have me.”

“aren’t you a humble one,” he snorts, his arms wrapping around your waist. your body instinctively, stepping up on your toes waiting for his lips to meet yours. “how cute, you need something?”

satoru can’t help his big laugh as he notices the way your eyebrows immediately pinch together, almost seeing your eyes roll through the mask.

“you’re so mean,” you move to unwrap his arms, just for him to lift you off the ground and plop you on the kitchen counter, your body flinching at the granite. “it’s cold!” you hiss.

“I’ve got all the flavors you can try!” satoru started pulling out the small cups of ice cream, he bought more than fifteen flavors, lining them on the counter.

“why am I the only one trying them?” you puff out your cheeks, as satoru stands in front of you.

“cuz you’re the one that can’t pick a flavor. so now you can taste it without knowing what it is and tell me which one you like the most,” you groan. “plus you said no sweets today,” satoru grabs a spoon, swiping the first cup. “okay, open up.”

satoru went through the first few cups, your lips pouty, tongue swiping around trying to gather up all the flavor, hums and ums.

“that one tasted the same,” you’re sitting criss cross on the counter, as satoru leans in front of you, holding your chin.

“it wasn’t the same, baby,” satoru sighs, “next one then.”

“I’m the one choosing here—“ your words fall off as you feel his thumb rub at your bottom lip. your lips part on his silent command, letting his thumb slip inside your mouth. your lips latch onto his digit as you taste the rich new flavored cream that he’d scooped up.

he’s mesmerized, pupils dilating as he watches your cute wet lips suckling his finger, completely at his mercy. his eyes falling to the silk robe that was slipping off your shoulder.

“what do you think?” his voice is much lower than before, but you don’t notice right away. instead too focused on deciding whether the flavor was actually good or not.

“i like this one. but it’s not as good as the third one. you taste it, just a small scoo—“ the words slipped right out as you felt his lips crash into yours. a muffled moan escaping your lips as you held his face, whimpering as he forced his tongue inside, tasting the excess ice cream in your mouth.

“not bad,” he pulls away, your chest was suddenly heaving, completely caught off guard by him. especially since you couldn’t see either.

“did you even taste anything?” you ask with a snark.

“open up,” you didn’t have time to react before he was shoving another scoop from his finger. too caught off guard, the scoop fell onto your chest, causing your body to yelp from the cold dessert.

“I can’t see, toru, don’t do that—ah wait—“ your hands fell into his hair as you felt his tongue on your chest, pressing his entire weight onto you as his fingers pulled down your robe, allowing him more access to clean the melting ice cream.

“my baby’s always making a mess, tsk tsk,” he doesn’t give you a moment to answer before his fingers slip past your lips. “taste.” the new flavor rushes through your tastebuds as you hum in delight. this was good, but is it biased because of how satisfying it is to suck his fingers?

you can’t help, but slobber on his fingers as he rubs his digits on your tongue, making you moan even more shamelessly, your fingers holding the back of his head as he subtly begins to push you to lay down on the counter, his own body now straddling your waist.

“i liked that one,” you pant, your robe is almost falling off your body as he hums.

“are you just saying that, because you wanna fuck me?” he kisses your lips, it was so exciting being blindfolded. you hadn’t even realized he smeared another flavor on his lips until you were tasting it. your tongue lapped at his face as his hands felt your tits, smiling when he heard you whimper. “why isn’t my pretty little fiancé not wearing any clothes?”

your breath hitched as you feel him smear ice cream on your exposed chest. your nipples immediately perking up.

“I just finished showering,” you whine, yet your fingers rub your bottom lip, lips parted as you await his next move.

“mmm, you do smell good,” his face is buried in your neck as he inhales your clean skin, your finger tangling in the familiar soft hair. only to feel another glob of ice cream on your collarbones. a hiss escaping your lips as his tongue began lapping at your skin. cleaning you up.

your hands were pulling at his clothes, needing them off as you rubbed his very prominent hard on. you whine, as he holds your jaw, pushing your bottom lip down for your tongue to lull out so submissively. a whimper escapes as he lets the ice cream slip from his lips and into your mouth.

“fuck so dirty,” he groans, rubbing your lips. “you taste so good.” he kisses you again, and again. his hands sticky from the ice cream as he sucks on your tits, ice cream glistening on your body like a new dessert. your robe discarded and ice cream cups tipped over and melting around you.

“ahh—more—gunna cum!” your back was arching off the counter as he ate your pussy out with every single part of his body. rubbing his face between you lips smearing you juices all over his face. it was addicting. his own eyes rolling back at how sweet his pretty girl’s pussy tastes.

“cum on my face baby, need ya to squirt like my good fucking girl,” he groans, pumping his fingers aggressively in your squelching hole, the lewd sounds egging him on as his teeth pulled at your clit causing your eyes to fill with tears. fingers tugging at his hair.

“don’t—ahh! too messy—“ the ice cream slide down your pelvis, touching his lips, but he was relentless. pulling away to give your pussy a nice slap, getting a breather before spitting on your cunt only adding to this lewd mess as he plunged back in. “toru��fuck—hngh ahh—“ you couldn’t stop the cord from snapping as your entire body shook. squirting into his mouth, immediately wrapping his lips and cleaning you.

“best flavor,” he moans, lips crashing into yours “pussy so sweet,” he lifts your body up. his hand pumping his dick, pushing inside you.

“ahh to……much,” your words were broken, too dumb to even think about anything, other than his big dick pushing at your tummy. “inside….”

“always take me so good….nice n warm inside you, baby,” he laps at your ear, your body squirming as you hug him close. his lips kiss at the ice cream on your cheek, tasting your drool. he was completely addicted. this was definitely not what he was thinking when he brought all this ice cream home. he needed you to pick which flavor you wanted for the wedding. instead, he was falling into his addiction again.

“uh uh uh, to…ru….feel good ahh—“ he was fucking up into you so well. big strong arms wrapped around your body as he held you close, drilling his unrelenting pace into you.

“so cute when you’re fucked stupid,” he cooes, pressing more and more, swollen tip kissing your cervix over and over.

“in my tummy…..deep….ahhh hngh—“ you were whining in his ear as satoru begin to pick up his pace. his own high coming close. a creamy ring forming at his base as it trickled down his balls. your own pussy juices leaking out along with the ice cream.

“gonna milk…me….baby—fuckk!” he was always so vocal, his lips parting as he tried to kiss away his moans. “squeezin me like—shhhit—“

his only warning from you was a high pitched moan as your nails held onto him desperately as you came. you could barely breathe, squeezing him so fucking tight you could feel every vein, and every curve of his heavy dick. you didn’t have time to register his own aggressive grunts, until you felt your insides filling up.

“shit—shit—“ his eyes were completely lidded, jaw clenched as his cock shot long spurts of warm thick cum. “look what ya made me do,” he whimpered, pulling off your blindfold, your teary eyes blinking to the light as you saw the mess between your legs. satoru was still trembling with you, as he pumped all his leaking cum inside you. the messy cream smearing everywhere as you whimper.

“this is why you can’t have sweets,” you huff. “ah.” your cheeks flush when you noticed satoru pressing down on your tummy, causing your body to fold into him. “don’t.”

“wanna fill you up even more,” he kisses your cheek. his voice dropping as you hear the grin in his words. “you milk my dick so good….wanna see you all plugged up with my cum.” you couldn’t contain the outburst of heat that burned your skin. you couldn’t believe how much he sends your mind scrambling.

“wan…more,” you pull him back in.

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getting insane over his undercut, his neck, his back, his face…just him at all

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i don't think i can do this anymore

This- Gojo all intense, with his chest heaving, his hair messy and wild and his eyes utterly intense. Gojo like this, but instead of blood, it's your juices smeared all over his cheeks, dripping wet and sticky all over his chin. He's been eating you out for what feels like hours, making you come again and again and again until you're so oversensitive and overwhelmed that the mere brush of his tongue against your puffy clit almost hurts. But it's so good, the twist of his thick, long fingers is so much. You can feel his teasing smirk against your folds as he keeps going again and again, sweeping his tongue along the soaked length of your cunt, scissoring you wide and preparing you for the thick, leaky cock that's been oozing a desperate trail onto your thigh for so so long.

He wants you prepared for him, spread nice and wide before he fills your little hole -which part of you appreciates given that he's fucking huge, but a more insistent part of you just wants him to fuck you already. With how out of breath he is, the way he's humping thoughtlessly against your hip and the way his cock -so pretty and flushed such a deep and needy red- throbs against your thigh, you think he might just come from watching his fingers fuck into you, coating your skin with milky spurts of his cum before he even has the chance to rub his fat tip against the ring of your entrance.

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this just like healed my broken soul.

DO YOU WANT TO STAY?

After the painful breakup with Satoru, your friends drag you out for the party to have you loosen up, but the night goes very wrong and very right. 

PAIRING: f. reader x GOJO SATORU [5,5k words] WARNINGS: SMUT, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing, mentions of alcohol, brief violence, mentions of blood and very, very minor injuries (like scratches), little bit of post-breakup depression but nothing major

In the coldness of the dark night, you try to get to your apartment, kick off those high heeled torture devices you’ve decided to put on earlier that day and just sink into the softness of your bed. Maybe right after washing away the concoction of cologne that lingered all over your figure, resulting from the awful experience that was clubbing with your friends. Fed up with all of the drunk assholes that tried to get into your pants with no shame whatsoever, you left, sending just a short text to Suguru. Resigned after trying to catch a taxi for few minutes, you moved on your feet, cussing under your breath for the shoes you wore and if not for the filthy ground that disgusted you, you’d already be barefoot.

Padding in short, quick steps, you dumbly decided to cut the way with the shortcut that led you through the dark, stripped of most lights side-street-areas, the ones that nobody in the right mind would choose at any circumstance, but you were far from the right mind, when your feet felt like they were bathing in their own blood, with skin peeling through each and every step you pushed forward. And you thought you’re being lucky that night, seeing nobody in your way as you strode through the dark alley, before your hopes crushed in pieces as few men twice your size stepped right in front of you. Instinctively, you backed out and glanced behind yourself, thinking that maybe it’s still not too late to run back to the main street, but as you did that, the way was closed by another wall of muscle. Trapped in the circle of misfortune, you noticed the metallic shine of bats few of them held loosely propped on their shoulders as they measured you out with their filthy eyes, grinning so wildly, you could see their teeth reflecting light even in the darkness of the alley.

“What do we have here, huhh?”, one of them spoke and a mixture of laughs and chuckles, huffs and groans fallow the question, along with many disgusting comments that made the horny men in the club look nearly innocent, as you thought about it.

“I’m just passing”, you say, swallowing the shake of your voice down to at least look like you’re keeping composure, which you definitely don’t. Resignation begin flooding your system whilst the circle tightens around you, invading your personal space, making you feel smaller than you really were and causing your brain to forget all of the self-defense skills you had. It’s not much, but anything could possibly be better than just giving up, but you were already broken, doubting that any more damage could make things worse.

Just a month ago, you broke up with your boyfriend of twelve. It was heading towards the first real anniversary of your seemingly joyful relationship when everything crumbled right in front of your eyes, collapsing like a house made of cards. Satoru Gojo was everyone’s favorite – truly, everyone loved him – girls wanted to be with him, boys wanted to be him; students admired him, he was teacher’s favorite with his perfect grades, the know-it-all, the golden boy and even his enemies, that he had a lot of, would give everything to just once wear his skin and be him, be the infamous Satoru. And he was yours, for a year before the bubble burst and everything you tried to build with him shattered, along with your whole world. He was your whole world, you loved him sincerely, with all his flaws that he had quite a few, with all of his charms and wits, all of his handsome looks and every single one worn out, tired picture he hid from the outside world, but you were his inside world so you saw all of him.

When the break-up happened and the ground underneath your feet crushed, leaving you in shock so deep that you bluntly agreed to staying friends, as he briefly suggested in between his venomous spits, considering your shared group of close friends, but it turned out that staying friends after being so close and intimate wasn’t necessarily possible, at least for you. With memories of many nights filled with exploring each other’s bodies to the point of nearly passing out tattooed inside your mind, you couldn’t just watch as he poured his natural charm onto someone else than you so you quickly cut him off, removing his socials from your followings, removing him from your sight and retracting from any group activity with people that you called your friends as well. You couldn’t be in places where he was present, couldn’t see how effortless flirting was for him just days after he became free, how well he was presenting himself when you tried your best not to cry at the thought of him alone, not to say the sight of him with the crowd of thirsty girls at his feet.

It’s been a month and you still feel broken, so broken, in fact, that you’re deliberately giving up fight in the threatening situation you found yourself in. It was your fault, after all, to try and cut your way short when you should never step into one of those side-alleys, aware of what Tokyo darkness’ hides. Silently, you hope to just die here quickly, as you wished many times in the past few weeks, the heartbroken feeling slowly suffocating you inside the walls of your apartment that you trapped yourself in before your friends forced you out to club that night. And you pulled yourself together earlier that day, made yourself look presentable and even put on those fucking heels, determined to drown your sorrows in the sweet alcoholic drinks, to open up to new people, to feel like yourself once again and maybe, just maybe, find yourself a man, even if it’s just for the night because no one could replace Satoru. And you failed miserably, unable to have any fun in the crowded, sweaty space full of swaying bodies and disgusted at the thought of having sex with anyone there. You were never a party nor quickie kind of girl, you only began attending clubs with Satoru as he liked those loud musical gatherings and you found comfort alongside him, with the safe shelter of his protective arms the crowd around you seemed nonexistent and now, as the barrier of his muscles was taken away, you felt almost threatened by the drunk-dazed atmosphere so you ran away, giving in to your self-preservation instincts that clearly wore off when you turned into the alley off the main road.

“What should we do with you, princess?”, one man asks, grinning widely and you feel the coldness of his steely bat underneath your chin that forced your head up enough so you faced him. “Oh, don’t cry, it’s gonna be soooo fun”, another adds and at this point you finally realize a tear runs down your cheek so you quickly wipe it away, wondering if it was caused by the fear or the wave of regret that followed the rush of memories that just a second ago flooded your system as you tried to recall why you even ended up in that situation, reminding yourself of the post-Satoru depression. “For us, at least. For you maybe not so much”, a laugh reaches your ear from the back as you feel a hand gluing itself to the curve of your waist, and you flinch uncontrollably while your whole body’s declining you anything above that movement. Cursing yourself, cursing the world around you, you try to force your muscles to contract again, to move at any direction, to run if you’re lucky. Maybe the high heeled shoes could make for a weapon, maybe you could at least poke someone’s eye out, maybe you could do something, but instead, you do nothing. Squeezing your eyes shut and lowering your head, resigned and slowly agreeing to enter hell that was about to open right before you, you freeze once again hearing a pained whine right behind your back. The palm that just a second ago was pressed disgustingly to your body was now gone and you were too scared to look at what happened so you stood in place, hoping that a black hole opened behind you, swallowing the man that threatened you.

“I’ll say it only once”, a voice you hear makes your eyes snap open, but you keep them fixed on the ground, convinced that your brain, influenced by alcohol, fear and despair, is making things up at this point. “All of you, keep your hands off of her, understood? It’d better if y’all just run so nobody gets hurt.” You hear it again, you hear him again, the strict tone with honeyed undercurrent, and the shadows consume your trembling figure as his towering body stands in front of you, effectively creating a barrier between you and the gangsters. You lift your head, your eyes run over the lines of his broad back until they finally land on the messy head of snowy-white hair that even in the murky area stand out. He looks relaxed, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his varsity jacket and his head tilts slightly to the side. You take one step back but your feet met something that block it – that something being an unconscious body of a man that previously was touching your side. Stunned, you look forward once again, only to see the scene of calculated violence playing out as Satoru easily deals with hooligans. With quick, impressive displays of agility and strength, he puts down one by one, effectively clearing the way for you to go home, but you stand where you are, as he finally finishes the beating.

“Y’alright?”, he asks and all you can do is nod as he grabs your forearm, pulling you to leave the place of danger, but your body barely moves, tensed painfully and you feel the burn spreading along your skin from where his fingers wrapped around your flesh. Forcing your legs to move, you try to match his pace as he’s leading the way towards your flat, hand still keeping a secure hold on you as he looks forward.

It’s in front of your building when you finally jerk your arm out of his grasp and he looks down at you, almost offended at how desperately you distance yourself from his touch when before you’d lean into it instantly. Standing there, you finally lock eyes with his crystalline blue ones, that look down at you through the light strands of his hair and you can’t help but notice they’re longer than he’d usually keep them, crossing the length of comfort – as he used to call it – with the pukes irritating his eyes when below it. His seemingly neutral expression hides some tension and you notice his brows creasing just slightly and his jaw flexing underneath the light layer of his skin.

“I leave you for what, few weeks, and you’re already getting in trouble?”, he snaps rolling his eyes out of habit, but you can tell it’s far from his usual teasing tone and he hates the way you’re looking at him, or rather, through him. Your ability to see through every single of his little lies never annoyed him more than in this very moment, whilst you two stand awkwardly underneath the block you live in – the same he used to live with you, finding it convenient because of the shorter route he had to take from your place to college, than he had from his own. “No wonder you’re in hot water when you walk naked through the shadiest alleys available.”

“I’m not naked, Gojo.”

“Gojo, huh?”, he hums and chuckles bitterly at the unfamiliar sound of his last name rolling off your tongue. “That’s what you revoke me to? Not even a ‘thank you’ for saving your dumb ass a moment ago?”

“I don’t recall calling for your help”, you snap, feeling the sudden wave of anger washing over you, as his words sting just as they were a month ago, but the angry feeling is gone as soon as it flows in, when you notice his hands. Knuckles stained in red, glistening in the street-lights as some spots were still bleeding after he punched down a little group of hooligans barehanded. In your defense. “You’re bleeding.”

“Another reason why you should be a little more thankful”, narrowing his eyes, he tries to hide his hands from you but you grab one of them and as you examine the damage, guilt is making your eyes wet, your mind unable to bear with the thought of any hurt happening to the man you still love so much it began killing you the second he was gone. Blinking the tears away, you exhale. “Come inside, I’ll-“

“No need”, he grunts, taking his hand back but you insist, “please, let me at least clean these.”

Satoru regrets his decision as soon as he steps into your apartment, with all of the memories hitting him like a brick the moment he looks around the place. It looks all too familiar, everything so similar to how he left it a month ago, he’s almost convinced you did not change anything since that day. A blanket he bought you still hangs loosely on the couch’s back rest, a cup from which he used to drink his morning coffee still stand on the kitchen counter and even the chair in the living room is still pushed near the sofa, serving no real purpose for you whilst he liked to put his legs up while watching TV, being too tall to fit comfortably on your furniture. Everything felt so similar, like it was his home but now it wasn’t anymore.

“Come”, you snap him from the trance and he follows you to kitchen island, where you already pulled the first aid kit to dress his injuries. You make him sit on the high-chair whilst you keep standing on the ground and as you focus on cleaning his knuckles gently, Satoru can shamelessly analyze your features. Unable to deny your cute concentration, the corners of his mouth curl up just slightly as he sees your brows furrow when you discover more and more scratches along his skin. If it was his decision, he would just wash his hand at home and call it, but you always liked to take care of him and he often got home with scratches, sometimes getting them just to be tend by you, making you laugh at the unwise effort. If he wanted more attention from you, he could have asked – you always said, joking that although you’d try, you’re not sure if more attention was even possible as he took all of your mind. Now, as he looks at the precise movements of your gentle fingers, he wonders if he’s still appearing in your thoughts sometimes or have you pushed him out completely.

With a cloth and warm water, you clean the blood off his knuckles, revealing many little wounds that although shallow and harmless, will sting like hell when you use the disinfectant so you sigh quietly. “There was no need for all that”, your voice is quiet enough, that if not for the complete silence of your apartment, he might miss it. “You just got hurt.”

“And you might have been hurt much more than I am now”, he forces his tone to sound somewhat calm but his insides are burning. How could you say such things, how could you prioritize his well-being over your own, after what he’s put you through.

“I kinda wish I was”, you blurt, pressing the gauze soaked in alcohol to his knuckles but it causes no reaction, as Satoru looks at you stunned and unable to speak as the words that just left your mouth are sinking in.

“What do you even mean?”, he forces finally, his voice lower and angrier and you tense at the sound of his usual soft, melodic tone now stained with rageful undertones. “What do you mean, ‘you wish you were hurt’?”

“Pain that’s physical is easier to bear”, you say quietly and clear your throat, changing the subject as you finish wrapping his hands with thin, protective layer of bandage. “It should be good.”

"And what makes you so unhappy that you're that desperate for your body to hurt, huh?", Satoru asks, his face twisting in annoyance. "Surely, it cannot be me." The thought alone, the very idea that he might be the reason for you wanting to feel physical pain just to dull the mental made his insides turn with guilt but his effort to sound unbothered causes you to shut down and step back.

"No", you lie, packing up the first aid kit, looking strictly down. "It's nothing, forget it."

"It's not nothing, I want to know-"

"Not everything can always be as you want it", you snap, walking away to put the kit where it belongs in the kitchen cabinet and silently hating yourself for the tears that moisten your eyes, hating the heartbroken feeling he fuels so skillfully with his nonchalant speech, you exhale shakily, "y-you should go."

"Yeah. I think I should", he stands up from the chair but instead of heading out, he's circling the island in few large strides to catch your shaking hands and pull you into his chest. "But I won't. I need to talk to you. I have to."

"You said everything a month ago. You said enough back then, do you truly have anything to add?", the question renders you hopeful that he's not going to say anything more because you couldn't take anything more. You were hurt through and through, your soul was crying and bleeding every second of every day since the one that broke you and you knew that you were way too close to the edge to take any more stabs of his sharp tongue and not fall down.

"Yes, I have", he keeps you close by force but you don't fight. With your cheek pressed against his heartbeat and his strong hands secured around your shoulders and back, you keep yours down, hanging alongside your body afraid to touch him because if you allow your arms to embrace him, you might never let him go, risking another tear of your soul as he rips away. "I want to apologize. For everything I did and I said then and now, and any time. I'm constantly talking shit, I don't know – fuck, I feel like sometimes my brain just shuts off. I'm sorry."

"You're what?", stunned, you forget how to breathe and only whisper pushes through your mouth as you listen to him rambling.

"I'm sorry, y/n, sugar. I'm sorry, I've never... I didn't mean to- I don't know, I don't even know how explain it."

He speaks and your world stops.

"What does that mean?", you ask, unable to hide the spark of hope that crawls into your voice as you breathe in his scent, absorb his aura full of familiarity and warmth that you used to bask in every day since you got together. Your relationship always was heavily physical, it was the love language you both shared and you loved the way his hands never seemed to not be touching you, whether it was keeping you pressed against his chest or just smoothing over your hand with his fingers.

"It means I'm an idiot, that's what it means. No one ever I can love like I love you; I can't stop thinking about you, I can't sleep, god, I feel like I can't breathe. What I'm trying to say, uh... Fuck, I miss you, 'kay?"

"But you told me to go to hell", you remind yourself and him as well, in your head replaying the cruel record that broke your world into pieces. "You told me-"

"I know", he stops you from talking and you feel his body shifting slightly as his hand finds your cheek, cupping it tenderly and lifting it so you look up at him. Locking eyes with his light blue crystals you search for the truth but can't see anything. Satoru's heart break when he notices the intense shine of your eyeballs, wet from tears that you desperately tried to hold back. "That day I was... It was a bad day; nothing justifies it but I wasn’t thinking clearly. That day I hurt everyone around me, you, Suguru, Shoko, I even insulted Mei and she’s hard to hurt. Chain reaction of my stupidity, I ruined everything and as they forgot about it quickly, I couldn't bring myself to face you after what rolled off my tongue. And then I couldn't find you."

"I couldn't be seeing you so shamelessly flirting with everyone around you. I cut myself off", you say quietly, laying your hand over his own pressed against your cheek as his thumb smooths over the dump skin underneath your lower lashes, wiping the salty residues away.

"I was being stupid", he sighs and his eyes lower a little to glance over your lips, suddenly unable to resist you, losing the last bits of self-control the longer he looks at you. "It's you that I love, sugar." With that, the snowy-haired head lowers slowly, giving you enough room to push him away if you really wanted to, but you stay in place, as if you were expecting what follows so he pressed his lips against yours, squeezing the gasp out of your chest and you cannot fight him when he's kissing you like he's starved.

The moment your mouths connected made you feel dizzy and you feel your knees buckle underneath the weight of his feeling. Instinctively, feeling you lose your balance, Satoru grabs you by the hips and lifts you effortlessly, sitting you on top of the kitchen island and wiggling his way in between your legs to keep your body as close to his own as possible. You whine quietly, feeling the cold marble underneath your naked thighs where the dress rolled up due to the sudden changes of position. The kiss becomes messier, burning with lust and longing and you wrap your legs around his middle, pulling him even closer, already tugging at his t-shirt that realistically you couldn’t take off because of the jacket still hugging his broad shoulders. Gojo reads your intentions and pushes the garment off, breaking the kiss just for a second so you can take the black blouse off of his toned body, revealing the light skin strangely clear of any nail marks and love bites that you usually adorned him with and he wore those with pride. Your hands glue themselves to the softness of his flesh, examining the bumps of muscles flexing under your touch, and he crashes his lips against yours once again, kissing you messy and teethy as your tongues dance to the fiery melody of desire. Satoru’s quick to encourage your dress to come even higher, his hand reaches to the back, where he knows a full-dress-length zipper is waiting to be pulled down and he grins into the kiss whilst exposing your velvety skin completely to his disposal. Wasting no time, he takes you closer, smoothing over curves of your perfect figure, squeezing your supple flesh and you melt into the touch of his warm fingers with a soft whine that you cannot stop.

Satoru moves down, smearing kisses along your face, through jawline and onto your neck and shoulders and you can’t help but to moan quietly at the feeling of his plush lips sucking spots on their way down. Brushing through his silky strands, you allow him to push down the straps of your lacy bra and before you notice, it’s off and on the ground as the man lifts you up from the cold counter and heads towards the conjoined living area, soon dropping you onto the soft couch, following you closely. You bounce slightly off the pillowy seats as he hovers above you, his lips glued to your skin, marking and exploring every inch as he moves down to take care of your chest and you stroke his strong shoulders, scratching them red.

Your body jolt up when suddenly you feel pressure of Satoru’s fingers over your clothed clit, as he rubs circles over the sensitive bud while his mouth works your perky nipples. The way his tongue dances around the pebble and how his teeth graze the delicate skin continuously makes you forget your own name, but for him it mattered only if you remember his. Your mind is hazy, you feel like nothing else exists except the man above you and you make your way down to unbuckle his jeans, impatiently diving your hand right into his boxers and wrapping your cold digits around his already hardened shaft. His cock is thick and leaking, begging for attention and it springs out long when you pull him out the trap that was his underwear. Satoru moans against your breast, for a moment forgetting about the nipple in his mouth that he was in the middle of teasing, when he feels your grip moving up and down his length just right, spreading the pre-cum over it, and he knows he cannot wait any longer, so he lifts up on his knees, taking the panties off your body and finally kicking away the rest of his clothes before he falls back over you. His face met yours in another passionate, wet kiss and you moan into it, as he works his fingers between your folds, bullying your tenderness shamelessly and forcing many more sweet whines and whimpers from your chest.

“Satoruuu”, you mewl and he grins at the sound of his name coming from you. “Don’t tease me so much, please”, pleading, you tug at his hair and he chuckles at the eagerness in your tone, but he knows how big he is and even sleeping with him regularly, he more often than not had to prepare you for the stretch that is Gojo Satoru. “Don’t wanna hurt you, yeah?”, he smiles, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking softly at the pulse and you just want him inside, no matter the consequences. “I can take you”, you ensure, “please, ‘toru.”

And what kind of man would Satoru be if he denied a pretty lady what she wants and if feeling the burn is what you truly desire, he’s going to give it to you. Being desperate himself, the man strokes his length just few times more before he smears the head along your soaked folds and align the tip at your entrance, already knowing he’s gonna see tears very soon. It’s just as he expects – your cheeks dampen as the burning stretch paralyzes the nerves all along your body as the tearing pleasure waves over your entire existence. Satoru groans low through his clenched teeth at how your velvety walls are squeezing around his shaft as he slowly bottoms out. “God, I love you so much”, he growls into your ear and your dead-grip on his shoulders soften, letting him know that he’s good to move so he drags his hips back almost completely, engrossed with the way your tight pussy tries to suck him back. Hot wave rushes through your body, as he begins thrusting slow and purposeful, clawing at one of your hips to ground himself before he loses composure in the way your cunt swallows him whole time after time and his other hand supports his weight on the armrest. Given the access to his body, you allow your hands to wander all over his well-build form, leaving scratches and crescent-moons here and there with your long nails. Your fingers move on their own, subconsciously tracing over the familiar musculature, refreshing the memory of his body that’s burned into your mind. A whimper leaves you when Satoru rolls his hips into you quicker, picking up the pace gradually and it almost hurt how deep he reaches, kissing every sensitive spot inside you and that makes your mind go blank of anything that isn’t him. You smooth over his flexing biceps, squeezing it tightly when he adjusts the position of your hips to ram his own into them harder.

Smearing kisses along your jawline, Gojo tastes your skin with pleasured hums, drowning in divine feeling of your pretty cunt eagerly taking him in, listening to the whimpers and mewls intertwined with little I love you’s that slip through your parted lips in breathy tones. Warmth pooling below his stomach as he praises you for doing so well after such long time and you cry out a moan when his hips buckle up sharper and rougher. He’s drunk in the godly presence that you are, intoxicating himself with everything that is you – your taste, the scent your delicate skin holds, the view of your flushed cheeks glistening with tears that his size caused and those are the only tears he accepts on your face. Beautiful crystals of wetness gathering along your lashes as he splits you open with the unforgivable pace he’s set, pushing up against every sweet spot inside of you and making you lose every last bit of real-world connection.

Blissful daze suits you and the man cannot get enough of the sight of your fucked out expression, wearing the same one himself, as his pace stutters due to the delightful series of twitches and flexes your pussy does around him. Your toes are curling and you feel your thighs shaking and it only makes him go harder. In a mess of pants and whines, you manage to unknowingly call his name again and again, ridding Satoru of every last bit of clear-thinking as suddenly, he wants to hear only that sweet sound of your breathless voice. The voice he’s been dreaming about for the last weeks.

His cock twitches and thickens inside of you, pressuring your sensitive walls even more as he collapses on his elbow next to your ribcage, sliding his forearm below your arched back and reaching new angles as your hips roll forward. His fingers curl over your soft flesh as he’s slamming his pelvis into your own, his pace becomes messy and rushed, as he feels your orgasm approaching. You cream all over his shaft, the white gathering at the base of it, as your pussy tightens and squelches delightfully in waves. Your gaze is heavy and you can’t focus on where your hands land as you feel the bliss washing all over your figure, small in comparison to the form above you. Your thighs shake, your nails run over Gojo’s back, leaving red marks that for sure will sting later and you hold onto his shoulders for dear life when he picks up the tempo even more, chasing his own release. Smearing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your chest, the man leans into the dip above your collar bone, groaning and breathing heavily as in few more pushes, his orgasm snaps, rushing hot with his load spilling inside of you. You feel his teeth sinking into your skin right where your neck connects to the shoulder and you can’t help but moan once again at the new painful pleasure. His brute pace slows, becomes messy and languid and his body falls over you, weighing you down onto the couch. You wrap your arms around him, keeping him from lifting up, not at all caring about his weight crashing your own. Last drops of his load are squeezed by your walls before he slowly pulls out, exhaling deeply against your skin and you can’t help but laugh joyfully.

Your voice is tired, your entire body aches from the unexpected activity but you feel happy for the first time in a month, suddenly grateful for your friends to take you out that day. Satoru at first basks in the sound of your chuckle before he joins you, overwhelmed by the blissful daze. Both of you are worn off, sticky and completely fucked out but deeply satisfied and although still far from good as a pair, it already was much better.

“Fuck, I love you so much”, Satoru breathes, planting few soft, ghosting kisses over the imprint of his teeth that already began to bruise up, coloring your light complexion with reds and purples as the mark blooms.

“Do you, uh-“, you start but voice dies down your throat; you’re terrified of an answer. Gathering the strength, you continue, “do you want to stay…? With me…?”

Satoru grins handsomely as he lifts his head up and you’re met with the crystalline blue gaze of his eyes. His white eyelashes flutter when he blinks, mesmerizing you all over again with the magical look of his features, his cheeks still stained with the faint blissful flush and you look at his face with hope. “Yes”, he finally speaks and you feel your heart banging against your ribcage, as if it wanted to jump through it and kiss him itself. “I want to stay with you. Forever.”

© 2023 risuola. Please do not copy my writing, translate it or repost onto any other sites. Do not copy my graphics and layouts.

[claires-mind1]

"sub virgin gojo!!"

let's all be fucking for real for a second ☠️

[claires-mind1]

SATORU IT IS!!

i fucked up. i didn't know that you canNOT make a masterlist with a fucking mobile phone. if there's any way, please share with me. bc how am i gonna make a series with an android phone bro I won't be able to make links and shi

even though i don't have much friends on here i have this amazing fic idea to turn it into a series. it's like innocent reader corruption kink typa thing with NO love triangle (just how i like it). so i need y'all to tell me who you want it to be with, yk who would be more suitable for the role.

[claires-mind1]

do whatever you want but that pregnancy fic needs to be finished NO MATTER WHAT DO YOU HEAR ME 🫡 🔥

YES SIRRRR‼️

[claires-mind1]

I'm sorry y'all i just haven't been the same after reading that one amazing neteyam fic with queen charlotte reference.

[claires-mind1]

okay but what’s your favorite 18+ things to write about 👀

corruption kink and size kink 🔛🔝��️‼️

but like when it comes to sex, i don't really think of it as just sex if ykwim I'm like REALLY REALLY into romantic fluffy things.

pregnancy stuff 🫦

i have an unfinished oneshot where reader is pregnant and they do it 😋😋

the last thing is, i can't really say it because it might sound really selfish and disgusting and slightly problematic 💀