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APT!!!

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Farmer Toji, where he was fishing, his clothes got wet and while they were drying out he decided to take a nap on a stack of hay~ Learning anatomy and perspective as usual. You can find full on my NSFW (mdni) account on twitter - actuallynsfwart

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1 hour consultation.

Are you paying his retainer?

He also stole someone’s 🍭

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they left their umbrella :(

base on original art from here https://x.com/diz_korall_DB/status/1643655164119613449

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privilege

↬ ficsforgaza collaboration kinktober | gojo satoru x afab reader ↬ jjk masterlist // ao3 version

cw: smut, reader has a vagina (no gendered pronouns and detailed body descriptions), implied alcohol consumption, free use, piv sex, almost caught, cum on body and creampie talk, consent given within the limits of kink, bottom reader, sub reader, pet names (pretty thing, little thing), size difference, gojo has a big dick word count: 1k a/n: it's pleasure and, nomen omen, privilege to be one of writers chosen for the @ficsforgaza 's kinktober collab ❤ big thanks to the donor, both for supporting the initiative and giving me such an inspiring prompt and character combo to work with! i hope you'll enjoy it! (i was previously known as @bas-writes and i'm still registered under this name in the masterlist, sorry for the confusion!)

Satoru never passes the opportunity to hang around with your friends, if only to appropriately stress that you're his. Weirdly enough, this time he ignored the invitation, teaching reports and other papers be damned, and he really kept the promise, gone both from the bar you chose for tonight and your apartment where the party has eventually moved. 

But shortly before midnight, when the first of your guests starts to fidget around with leaving excuses, and Shoko curls in her favorite napping spot on your couch, the door clicks open and Gojo Satoru himself peeks into the living room. He presses index finger to his lips, as if he hasn’t just become the center of everyone’s attention, and beckons you over.

“Hey,” he stretches the vowels as he speaks. Hands resting at the top of the door frame, he towers over you and grins, his huge body blocking all routes of a possible retreat.

As if you wanted to run away, even if you’ve already got a grasp of what’s about to happen.

Satoru grabs your wrist and pulls you into the kitchen, the only room at your place that has no door. If any of your guests decided to leave now, they would have a perfect view of all spicy details.

“Now?” You grit your teeth, not mad, just surprised he’s decided to go for his privilege when you’re not alone.

“I missed you.” He pecks your lips, sharing the taste of his peach-flavored chapstick. He's all over you while barely touching you; his presence, hunched shoulders as he leans down to reach you, is enough. Muscular arms flush against your sides leave you no place to move, having breath hitching at your throat with anticipation. You're trapped, you're a reward for the long day of hard work, you're his.

“Bend over.” He barks an order, voice strained with lust, not bothering to control its volume whatsoever. The chatter from the living room sips into the kitchen, so it's safe, it should be safe—as if Satoru ever cared whether others catch him using you or not.

You’ve barely taken your position, elbows against the nearest flat surface, hips pushed back for him, when he yanks your bottoms down to your knees. Arms wrapped around your middle, he slams himself against your back, closely, suffocating, forcing the hard edge of the counter into your abdomen. Still dressed, the harsh fabric of his pants grazing your bare ass, he breathes heavy against the back of your neck, whines into your ear as he steals the first dry thrust. He's so needy he's almost shaking but he keeps holding you tight, controlling every, even the slightest, move of yours.

You try to spread your legs wider for him regardless, but Satoru pinches your sides and clicks his tongue, displeased.

“Keep it tight.” A sharp hiss of his zipper later, he paws at your ass, spreads your cheeks for his already hard cock to hump against you better, and lowers himself to line up with the top of your thighs.

As always, he’s fast to leak from his fat tip, letting him slide smoothly between your legs, the overside of his cock brushing against your slit. The friction and weight of his body pressing against you—and possibility of getting caught—have your moisture building up a little, too little for his size, each throb of it between your folds reminding you of it.

“I’m gonna put it in, pretty thing.” Satoru’s voice teeters between a growl and a whimper. One arm hooked around you, he pulls you so close it's hard to breathe. You feel it even in your ribs; no doubt he could break them if only he wanted to. “It may hurt a little, but you must take it, okay? Please, be good for me, I really need it.”

His cock presses against your unprepared entrance. You hiss through clenched teeth and arch your hips to angle yourself better—for him and to spare yourself at least some discomfort.

You still jerk up when he starts pushing in. He’s thick and difficult to take even under normal circumstances.

“Shhh, just a moment, little thing.” Satoru rasps into your ear as he slowly eases himself inside, the tip of his cock almost reaching the depth where it becomes unbearable. “That’s right, relax, don’t squirm or else they’re gonna catch us.”

You shiver and leak at the terrifying thought of a familiar face peeking into the kitchen, but he barely notices the difference, too focused on rutting into you and whimpering dirty nonsense into your ear.

“Can I cum inside, pretty thing?” His voice is breaking in immense pleasure. “Please?”

“No!” You hiss, a little too loud, and his big hand immediately lands on your lips, keeping your voice in check.

“You don’t want to obey?” You can hear him pouting. “You’re free to use for me, remember?”

You’ve asked yourself!

You brace yourself for being ignored but soon, right as your own pleasure starts to build up, he leaves you empty, his throbbing cock now flush against your ass, and spills himself there with a loud, desperate grunt.

His hot, thick seed flows down your rim and slit, and Satoru breathes heavy and moist against the back of your neck. He kisses you right under the line of your hair and is about to say something—but a sudden rustle in the hallway stands in his way. Faster than a thought, he pulls your bottoms up, hiding your dirty secret from curious eyes, and embraces you from behind. 

Nothing suspicious, just a couple sharing sweet cuddles in the kitchen.

Ijichi bows at you awkwardly, rather scared of Satoru’s presence than predicting anything, and passes by barely peeking at your heaving chests and messy clothes. 

You try to sneak out of your partner’s arms to help him with the door, but you’re immediately pulled back.

“We’re not finished.” Satoru nibbles on your ear as soon as Ijichi disappears into the night. “And this time you’re going to be a good little thing and milk me of all I’ve got for you.”

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trick or treat!

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Quick Gojo drawing while I work on some stuff

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Megumi- *steps on lego*WITH THIS TREASURE I SUMMON-

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i have an important question for all the toji fans out there

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Jujutsu Kaisen || Photoset

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Good evening I hope I am not just a mutual to you but someone you would get coffee with if we were ever in the same town

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oversaturate

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JJK X Air Twokyo collab