#Satrou Gojo

[sanjisprincesss]

Hey lover

The first thing you noticed as you stirred awake was warmth—a solid, comforting warmth. You opened your eyes to find him beside you, still fast asleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across his face. His features were relaxed, lips slightly parted as he breathed in steady, peaceful rhythms.

You smiled to yourself, feeling your heart swell at how serene he looked. It wasn’t often that you got to see him like this, unguarded and free of the weight he carried every day.

Careful not to wake him, you shifted closer, resting your head against his chest. His arm instinctively tightened around you, pulling you closer in his sleep. The subtle scent of him—clean and familiar—made you feel at home in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

For a moment, you simply stayed there, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. It was a reminder that he was here, that this wasn’t some fleeting dream.

Eventually, you felt him stir. His breathing changed, and his fingers brushed lightly against your back. You tilted your head to look up at him just as his eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice raspy and low, but the soft smile on his lips sent warmth flooding through you. “Morning,” you whispered back, reaching up to smooth the messy strands of hair falling over his forehead.

He chuckled, pulling you closer until your foreheads were almost touching. “Did you sleep well?”

“With you here? Always.”

His smile widened at your response, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. “Good. I’d hate to think I wasn’t doing my job as your human pillow.”

You both laughed softly, the sound blending into the quiet of the morning. It was moments like this—simple, intimate—that reminded you how lucky you were to have him.

“Can we stay like this a little longer?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, pulling the blanket over you both. “As long as you want.”

And so, you stayed wrapped up in each other, savoring the quiet comfort of the morning before the rest of the world came calling.

[mochroialainn]

𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Description: Your ex tries to get you back Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto and Megumi Fushiguro Format: SAMU Request: Yes Warnings: Fluff, shitty exes, insecure Megumi Notes: These went a little differently than intended and Megumis ended up being a bit long but I will admit I struggled with this but I hope the requester (and everyone else) enjoys it! Requests are still open, please read my rules in the pinned! Also, if you saw this already no you didn't

𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰

𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙤

𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

[saturnsorbits]

Limitless

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen, Warnings: Suggestive, Word Count: 1k.

Summary: All you want is for Gojo to turn limitless off, even if just for a moment.

A/N: This is my first time writing Gojo and it was kinda fun, I'm ngl.

'Turn it off!’ You whine, eyes wide, lips already pulling out of their forced frown. In your hand a paper ball is hidden, it's yellowed edges sticking out from between your fingers as you coil back your arm and prepare to throw.

You'd only come into the classroom to see if he had planned next semesters syllabus (he hasn't), but he has a way to bring out the inner child in everyone.

Reclining in his chair, Gojo lifts one of his ankles to sit atop his knee. His limbs are long, stretching out impossibly as he tips back and balances the chair on it's back legs. He folds his arms behind his head and grins. 'And why would I do that?'

You tilt your head and attempt to growl. 'Turn it off.'

'Nope.' He pops the 'P' in his mouth like a piece of bubblegum.

'Satoru.'

He licks his lips, bringing a fresh blush to the skin there. 'Mmhmm?

'Turn it off...' You pout, crushing the paper projectile in your hand. '… Please?'

Even underneath the blindfold you can tell he's rolling his eyes. His eyebrows shift, rising up on his forehead. 'You're just going to throw it at me.'

Letting your hand drop, you toss the paper ball in the air and catch it. 'But what if I don't, huh? What then?'

Another roll of his eyes.

'Oh, come on. I didn't take you for such a chicken.'

A devilish smirk takes your lip, one Gojo's not too sure he likes, but before he has time to bother to come up with some witty, off-the-cuff retort you're... Clucking, at him.

'Bawk... Bawk, bawk, bawk.'

He laughs. The noise bubbles up his throat and trickles over his lips, floating through the air like a ribbon of smoke that threatens to sink into your lungs with each inhale. Your silliness makes something twist in his stomach. It's something he hadn't thought could be elicited by someone else, not since he'd called one of those shabby old dorm rooms his own. 'Seriously -.'

'Bawk!'

Gojo rocks back on his chair. 'You know...' He hooks a thumb under his blindfold and lifts, exposing one frozen eye. 'I could just turn it back on as soon as you throw it.'

You shrug. 'So turn it back on when I throw it then.' Looking at him has always been hard. You'd compare it to looking up at a Greek statue, if you didn't know it would inflate his ego impossibly. Still, the metaphor fits. There's a beauty about him, that's hard to deny, but there's also an... Emptiness. A bone-deep chill of stone sadness, a prison – one you're not sure he's all too thrilled about being trapped in.

He tips forward, slamming the front legs of the chair on the floor. Throwing out his arms, he barks a laugh. 'Fuck it. Go on. Hit me...'

The silence that follows makes him nervous, despite the Six Eyes telling him you've yet to raise your hands to throw your projectile. He waits, something he's never been good at, with a breath locked in the back of his throat. He'll have time to thwart whatever you have planned. He's more than sure of that.

It takes a particularly skilled sorcerer to be able to gradually, undetectably, channel cursed energy into an inanimate object, but it's hardly difficult for you. The energy tickles as it leaves you, bringing goose-flesh to the surface of your arms.

Gojo knows what you're doing. He's not stupid. He could detect the slither of energy dripping down your arm if he were fifty more miles away.

But, you know that too: Don't you?

His brow creases, mind whirring as he tries to fathom what hair-brained scheme you were coming up with. Letting his head loll back on his shoulders, he snorts a laugh. God, he really did fucking love it when you were up to no good.

Readying your arm, you slip your left foot forward in what could be considered a throwing stance. You wind back, let your weight sit in your back foot and then, you toss the ball of paper.

Gojo bites the inside of his cheek. As soon as the paper leaves your hand, he's reaching to catch it. He keeps his posture deliberately relaxed, knees parted, legs spread, spine curved into the cushion of the chair. So what if he wants to look cool. There's no rule saying he can't want to impress one of his fellow teachers: he's checked. The paper hits his palm as planned, his hand closing around it like a claw. He's about to laugh, to toss his head back and deliver a witty retort about your throwing skills, but he's not given the chance.

'Turn it off, Satoru.'

You're so close he can feel the breath you use to say his name on the rim of his ear. There's a pressure on his shoulders, your hands curled around him as you settle more firmly in his lap.

Or you would, if he would just turn that damn...

Gojo turns off limitless.

He's bonier than you'd expected. His thin limbs covered with a healthy, but scant layer of muscle that twitches when it finally bares your weight. So, too are his shoulders. The bulk at his back provides a cushion, while you thumb brushes clean over the jut of his collarbone.

You press closer, rolling your hips up and into his pelvic bone. Already you can feel the soft swell of his cock as it twitches, roused by the heat of your cunt.

He drops the paper, choosing instead to take hold of your waist. His hands flatten, palms flat as they slide down, down, down and cup your ass. Kneading at the flesh, he takes hold of you like he owns you, delivering a healthy slap to your left cheek as a wide grin takes his lips.

'It's off.' He cocks an eyebrow, licking over powdered sugar lips. You raise your eyebrows and wriggle your hips to check, making sure to show him just how wet the few drags of your cunt across his rapidly hardening cock has made you.

The muscle in his jaw tenses. He can smell you from here – your desperation - as it drips from you and soaks your underwear. If he plays his cards right, which he always does, he'd bet he'll be able to get a taste of you in the next ten minutes.

He smirks 'So, what now?'

-> Masterlist

[sukugo]

had a dream today, was way too long don't remember most of it, but there was a part of it where gojo's sitting at a desk and he finishes doing whatever he's doing and gets up and then he goes to open a closet or something and, lo and behold, sukuna is in there all tied up and so turns it out satoru just keeps him there like his personal little fucktoy <3 then he like sits on sukuna's lap and then stuff happens i don't remember (i mean......they fuck...bc what else are they gonna do)

and so later i had like this other dream that kinda followed the same thread but not, where yorishige was out in a field at night doing some kind of ritual (he had a gun with him as part of it hfjgfdgdf) and it ends with him transformed into gojo, but as sukuna's vessel. they're kind of merged together (they have 6-8 arms)

[ryanthel0ser]

*pounding the screen while crying*

THEY'RE BROTHERS GUYS, NOT FATHER SON, IT'S OLDER BROTHER HAVING TO RAISE YOUNGER BROTHER DYNAMIC PLEASEEEEEEE YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND

[rubikx107]

Collection of satrou gojo art .. what’s your favorite?

[saeccharine]

PLAYGIRL BUNNY, DON’T PLAY PRETEND

$3T4RR1NG . . . SATORU GOJO x AFAB!READER

script notes: explicit content. dom!reader. sub!gojo. edging (m rec). orgasm denial (m rec). riding. grinding. semi-clothed sex. nipple pay (m rec). begging. dacryphilia. power play. breeding kink. slight sadism. kinda revenge sex. porn without plot. overstimulation. implied multiple orgasms. 1.6k words.

director’s cut: i’m nowhere near a dom�� bunnysuits just do smth to me. inspired by @luvjiro .

the very last thing that one expects to come home to is the sight of their boyfriend in a patent-leather, skin-tight bunny suit (complete with the shirt collar, shirt cuffs, and satin bunny ears). though it was certainly not an unwelcome sight; it was unexpected.

maybe that fact was what made satoru gojo, the world’s strongest sorcerer, don such an outfit. it was also what had him look at you with that mirthful grin and coy glint in his eyes that spelled out everything so obviously. he just wanted to see you get all shocked and flustered.

but playgirl bunnies don’t get to act like brats and just get away with it.

so, you breeze by him without a second glance. what you don’t miss, is the offended huff and appropriately bunny-like stomp of his foot at your ignorance. satoru’s steps are practically hops as he fills the gap and seizes you with his arms around your waist. his snowy-white hair and those damned bunny ears tickle against your neck as he whispers into your ear; wanting any sort of response.

“c’mon baby thing, know ya like it…” satoru practically purrs, voice dripping in an almost sanguine seduction. his hands squeeze and knead at the plush of your hips, fingers dancing just under the border of your shirt.

he was foolishly deluded that he’d have you broken and begging for him to breed you like bunnies do. satoru is sorely mistaken, though he is still blissfully unaware.

truthfully, you knew all the ways to get the world’s strongest wound tight around your finger and cooing at your touch in which he melts like putty. you’ve always known. but nothing has ever made you want to use a man and take everything you want like seeing satoru gojo in a slutty little bunny suit.

maybe that’s what’s got you playing along with him, just waiting to get him where you want. keening into his touch with those wide doe eyes that he falls for with just one look. those plush and pouty lips that he has to run his thumb over before he kisses. you who he has to have hiccuping sobs before he can even think about sticking his cock into your weeping cunt.

that’s why satoru falls for that little act of yours so easily. hook, line, and sinker.

he lets your soft hands paw at him, pull him into the bedroom and have him sitting at the edge of the bed while you crawl up to perch on his lap. his pretty blues flutter shut in preparation to feel that soft kiss of yours.

but satoru doesn’t feel your lips against his, his tongue doesn’t slot against yours as he greedily swallows every whine that you give him. instead, he feels your hands tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck, nails scritching against his scalp as you yank his head back.

he stares, almost shocked, up at the ceiling as he feels those lips of yours drag down the column of his neck. satoru’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows a thick glob of spit that had pooled in his mouth from that simple act. his large hands tighten around your hips as he asks, near incredulously: “angel, what’re y’doin’?”

satoru receives no answer. instead you simply roll your hips against the groin of his tight bodysuit that painfully restricts his throbbing erection from forming a tent in the material. he lets out a deep, throaty groan that has your head swimming with a carnal desire.

so, your hands plant against his chest, releasing your grip on his snowy-white tresses in favor of pushing him back against the sheets. your aching cunt runs along the tight muscles of his abdomen through your soaked panties, wet spots showing through your pants as you see little trails of arousal bead on the glossy-black material that has you so very enamored. 

your hand reaches behind you, running a finger over the spot you know has satoru aching. his eyes screw shut as his head falls back against the sheets, soft little pants falling from between his parted lips.

in that moment, you’re thankful that satoru is a whore; because he bought the bodysuit that has clasps at the crotch you can just snap open. you’d make him regret wanting that easy access to his almost-painful hard-on. he thought he’d be using that window so plunge into your heat after you plead and beg with those teary eyes he loves so.

what he didn’t expect was your you to kick off your bottoms and panties and teasingly grind down on his dick. the wetness of your slick allowing you to glide fluttery walls just where he needed them before pulling away the second his head began to poke into your cunt. 

to say it short, satoru was a mess.

his hands desperately gripped the sheets as his hips stuttered to try to thrust up into you; failing at your desperate evasion. his head was thrown to the side as little whimpers slipped from his throat, bottom lip pulled between his lip to try to stop them (which was all for naught).

satoru lost it when you rolled down the top of the leotard, hot mouth sucking onto his pink nipples as your nail circled the other. he let out a loud whine as his back arched and you watched in awe as you faw pearlescent beads of his need drip from the angry-red tip of his lust. you swear that you nearly came on the spot.

you gave into him, unlatching your lips from his little bud to reach back and guide his aching, needy, cock home in your twitching cunt. that heartbeat down below pounding as he reached every spot no one but he could. your back arched in turn, hips grinding teasing circles down on him as you felt the tensing muscles of his abs under your fingertips.

he gave a greedy thrust up into you, having you pinching his nipple between your fingers. he writhed and cried but you felt his dick grow ever bigger in you. that little slut was enjoying it.

well, who are you to deny your bunnyboy satoru when he’s been so good for you?

you lifted yourself so he was just barely in you before slamming back down, grinding hard as your hips clapped against his. you relished in the way his chest heaved as he stared up at you like you were the damn sun, pupils so blown you could see yourself in them.

just like that, you set a teasingly slow pace, rising and falling. everytime he untensed, thinking you would stop riding him: you’d slam right back down and relish the broken cries that would leave him. you set a rhythm that was so irregular just so every time you bounced on his cock he’d be sent reeling.

you just couldn’t resist it when satoru just looked so pretty as tears flowed down his cheeks in hiccupping sobs. it just warmed your heart to see him get a taste of what he made you do.

so you cup his cheeks as you press a lip to his lips, thumbs wiping his tears as you continuously roll your hips on his cock, unmercifully merciful. “my pretty bunny justs needs to be fucked dumb, hm?”

satoru gave you a desperate nod as he sobbed and let out incoherent babbles of what was supposed to be begging. you couldn’t help the smirk that split your lips as your pace increased, riding his abused dick without abandon. the tops of your thighs ached as you split yourself over him. “who am i to deny such a pretty thing?”

satoru writhed and sobbed under you, head nodding as an endless stream of “yes! please, please, please!” flowed from his chest. but just as you felt him twitch in you, ready to bust, you stopped, sat still on him. he wailed and pleaded, his high falling just out of his fingertips.

but you were always more merciful than he, so you lifted and slammed yourself down a few times, building him back up and letting him spill into you with an orgasm that had his eyes rolling back and a silent scream falling from him. you too came with a sigh, greedy cunt milking him for everything he was worth.

hands gripped at your hips as ocean blue irises stared up at you, a brow quirked questioningly. “what was that all about, pretty?” satoru hummed, grinning up at you.

you answered with a chuckle as you rolled your hips against him, who let out a cry from overstimulation.”so cute, thinkin’ we’re done… no baby, if yer gonna tease like this, then you better fuck like a bunny to prove it.”

© saeccharine 23

[s0dium]

Douchebag

A/n: This is honestly the BEST fic I've ever written! I took a lot from prompts I found on this site and the smut scene is inspired from a book called "The Kiss Quotient." (It was just so damn good). This fanfic is also inspired by my original fanfic, "Douchebag" Tengen x Reader. ALSO, I AM WORKING ON YUTA FICS, SO DON'T WORRY! Word count: 3.5k

Synopsis: Gojo Satrou was a man of many things. It would be hard to find anyone in the jujutsu world who hadn’t heard of his name before, whether that be through his many wins in battle or his reputation as an A-class player. Some describe him as eccentric, and others (mostly girls) describe him as irresistible. You? Well, you on the other hand would describe him as nothing else than an utter, complete,  douchebag. Warnings: Enemies to lovers,  teasing, fingering, intense kissing for a sec, squirting, use of pet names, belly bulge, cervix fucking, breeding kink, virgin!reader, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, choking ~

You scoffed, watching through the classroom window as a clearly frustrated old man stormed out of the building, no doubt a higher up. No doubt the work of Gojo Satoru. "God I hate him." You hissed, turning to face a dozing-off Shoko and your other friend Haibara. The classroom you sat in was almost empty, bathed in the soft light of midday filtering through large windows. Sparse shadows stretch across the well-worn wooden floor. Rows of desks, mostly unoccupied, face a dusty chalkboard at the front. "Who Satoru?" Shoko yawned, leaning into the palm of her hand to face you. Haibara lets out a loud chuckle. "Why? Because he's an ass to higher-ups?" He nods to the window and you click your tongue against the rough of your mouth. "No, it's because he is an ass in general. His whole 'holier than thou' attitude, and don't get me started on the way he treats girls." You practically shiver as you remember the time you saw some poor girl from Kyoto Jujutsu High profess her love to the white hair man, only to run away sobbing. "I swear to god it's like he expects us to kiss the floor that he walks on, he's.... infuriating" "Who's infuriating?" Oh god, you knew that stupidly deep voice anywhere. You whipped around to find yourself face to face with the very tall white-haired man you were talking about; a shit-eating grin spread across his infuriatingly handsome face.

“You couldn't be talking about me, could you?” Satoru's voice dripped faux shock and you rolled your eyes.

“Well you know what they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear.” You spat.

“That must be why you love using that pretty mouth of yours to talk about me so much.” Satoru lowered himself to close the provoking height difference between the two of you until your noses were inches away from touching. “Cause ya love having me around  doncha.”

In that moment you have to conjure up every ounce of self-restraint to not spit in his face there and then, and luckily your friends catch the drift. "Hey Satoru! What are you doing here?" Perked up Haibara who reached out his hand to dap Gojo up. "Well, Suguru and I are heading for a night out today, small club, and I thought, out of the kindness of my heart," You scoff and Gojo merely grins and continues, "I'd invite you all. Drink on me of course." As Satrou's invitation lingered in the air, you noticed Shoko's ears perk up. Her curiosity was piqued, a subtle lift of her eyebrows betraying her interest. You bit your tongue, the taste of reluctance sharp against your teeth. The idea of going anywhere with Satrou was far from appealing, but knowing your friends might join made it harder to outright refuse.

You crossed your arms defensively, leaning back slightly as you fixed Satrou with a skeptical look. "And why would you want me there?"

Satrou's lips curled into a half-smirk, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint."You're annoying, I'll give you that," He took a casual step closer, and leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "but I never said you weren't fun."

His words, intended to irk you, did their job well. You glared at him sharply, the frustration evident in your furrowed brows and the hard set of your jaw.

Satrou chuckled.

“Great, I’ll take that as a yes then, I'll text you guys the details.” He turns around to walk out of the classroom. “See you guys there!”

There was a silence as you all watched Satrou walk away before Haibara turns to look at you. “So are you going to go y/n? Come on it will be so much fun!”

“Yeah no way in hell.”

~ You were a liar. You were a liar because here you were, leaning over the counter of a bar in a club that was far from "small." The nightclub was a pulsing, chaotic hive of activity. Neon lights flashed in syncopation with the deafening throb of electronic dance music that shook the very air. The club was jam-packed with bodies moving rhythmically, the heat from the mass of humanity palpable as the scent of sweat and sweet perfumes mingled. The bar surface was sticky under your arms, and the occasional spill from a too-hastily poured drink added to the chaos of sounds and smells around you. You lazily stirred the thin red straw into your drink, trying to politely ignore the creep who wouldn't stop talking to you.

Somehow, in the maze of gyrating bodies and blinding strobe lights, you had lost both Shoko and Haibara, leaving you stranded at the mercy of this clueless conversationalist. Despite the roar of bass and the chatter of dozens of conversations, his words seemed to bore into your ears, relentless and unyielding. He leaned in closer than necessary, trying to make himself heard over the club's cacophony, not realizing or perhaps not caring, that you were more interested in plotting an escape than in anything he had to say. "And might I say you look gorgeous tonight." It took everything you had not to scoff at this creep's words, but before you should shut the man down, you felt an arm wrap around you. "Everything alright love?" Oh god. You knew that voice anywhere. As you turned, you were met by Satrou's piercing blue eyes, their color vivid even behind stylish rectangular sunglasses. The multicolor flashing lights overhead caught in the threads of Satrou’s light blue button-up, making it shimmer subtly, and the fabric clung just right to his broad shoulders and tapered waist, hinting at the well-defined physique beneath. You hated the fact that your brain immediately noted how damn good he looked. His arm was wrapped around your waist drawing you close and you had to bite your tongue from frowning at the pet name he had given you As he leaned in, his voice was low, a soft murmur over the noise of the club, "This guy bothering you baby?" His tone was teasing, and you could detect the challenge in it, as if daring you to admit that his closeness and pet names affected you just as much as he knew it did. "Of course I'm fine baby!" You smile brightly and for a second you think Satrou looked a bit taken aback. If playing along got you out of this situation so be it. "This guy, I'm sorry, what's your name?" You glance back at the creep who had turned bright red. "I'm sorry, excuse me." You watched as the man disappeared into the throng of the bustling crowd, your attention fixed until he was well out of sight. Only then did you turn back to Satrou, the false warmth on your face instantly transforming into a cold, hard glare.

"Thanks for that, but you can get your hand off me now," you said, your voice icy as you tried to wriggle out of his hold. Despite your efforts, Satrou’s grip on your waist remained firm, unyielding.

"And why should I? I think we made a fantastic couple," Satrou cooed, a teasing lilt in his voice. His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying the moment far more than you.

You rolled your eyes, exasperation seeping through. "You really think I would fall for something like that?"

"Why? Did you?" he probed further, his smile widening, eyes searching yours for any sign of genuine affect. Anger started to boil up inside you as your attempts to escape his grasp remained futile.

"I don't think you understand the dynamic here very well, Satoru," you began, your voice low and deliberate, each word punctuated for emphasis. You stepped closer, invading his space as much as he had invaded yours, your eyes never leaving his. "Let me make this crystal clear, I'm not someone you can just fucking conquer, and I'm certainly not one of those girls who's gonna kiss the ground you walk on with your whole 'I'm the strongest' act," you seethed.

Your face was mere inches from his now, your breath mingling, the tension palpable. "Because I know what you really are, Satrou," you hissed, the anger in your voice barely contained. "You're a fucking douche bag." "Oh? Is that so."

Satrou's expression shifted subtly, the amusement fading into something more measured, more cautious. He studied you for a moment and you took the chance to wiggle out of his grasp and make your way through the crowd on the dance floor toward the door. The beat of the music pounds in your ears and throughout your body making your synapses jump like beans in a tin can. You can barely see the floor, only flashes of bodies you frantically tried to push past. Before you can make it to the back door, a hand grips your wrist tightly enough to halt your forward rush. Above the din of the pulsating music and amidst the strobe-lit shadows of dancing figures, Satoru's face comes into view. You feel your breath catch in your throat. God his is beautiful. Strobe lights catch and accent every one of his sharp features alighting them in a multicolor color hue. He pulls your wrist to him so you're close, too close. You can smell the old spice shampoo from his hair mixed in with some sort of sweet cologne. It's a smell that makes you want to bury your nose into him over and over again. "Jesus fucking Christ y/n" he breathed his eyes searching yours. "How long are we going to keep this thing of ours going?" You furrowed your eyebrows. “Our thing? What thing?”

“The thing where we act like we hate each other but actually want to fuck the brains out of each other.” Your eyes widen and you feel your face grow deathly hot. You try to step back, get some space, some room to breathe, but the hand on your wrist keeps you from doing so

“I-fuck you” the words come out of your mouth more soft and meager than you intended to, and you find yourself locked into his blue gaze.

“Believe me, I've thought about it.” His voice is low, and his face isn't painted with a shit-eating grin like it so usually is, he's serious and his eyes are soft. Fuck it. You can no longer hear the lyrics to whatever song was playing, only a soft dull hum of the beat in your ears. Immediately your lips are on his. The kiss is frantic, hot, messy. The club's pulse thrummed through you like a second heartbeat, the noise and chaos all but forgotten in the singular focus of his presence. You could feel one of his large hands on the small of your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between the both of you. Your mouths clashed against each other as if you were both seeking something vital, something long-denied. Satoru's lips were insistent against yours, moving with a fervor that matched the pounding bass surrounding you. You whined as his tongue slipped into your mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the firm press of his chest against yours. The scent of his cologne mixed with the smoky air around us, intoxicating and heady.

Your mouths separated with a soft pop, and Satoru is grinning while you're left dazed, breath heavy and chests rising and falling after it. "How bout you say we get out of here Princess."Gojo's voice was a low murmur, his breath warm against your ear as you broke from the intense kiss.

Before you could even respond, a dizzying rush enveloped you. The loud club vanished in an instant, replaced by the quiet, dimly lit ambiance of his bedroom. You were suddenly on his bed, the soft duvet beneath you a stark contrast to the hard dance floor we'd just left. Right, he can teleport. You forgot about that. Wait was he... where are you going to... Before you can get a word in, he’s once again engulfing your lips with his and pulling you into a feverish kiss in which the two of you can’t seem to get enough of each other. The moment one pulls away to breathe, the other is immediately searching for their lips again; intertwining tongues and teeth clashing together recklessly.

Your hot, everything is hot, your body is burning up by the second and there’s a sickly sweet feeling in your stomach that keeps on expanding as time passes. You whine into his mouth when you feel a hand slip under your skirt and lightly trace the outline of your slit with his index finger. You're painfully wet; your arousal has made a large spot on your underwear translucent. “Just touch me,’ you whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn’t make either of you wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. You threw your head back. "Ahhhh, more please." He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering your wetness. He parted you with two fingers. You let out a gasp when he hit your clit and started to rub it in small circles. You tried to say something, anything to explain how hot you were feeling right now, but your words were lost against his soft lips. The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him so close against you, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only you and Satrou.

“You feeling good baby? Satrou speaks slowly, breath on your neck and voice in your ear making you shiver. You bite your lip and nod like any words that came from you would ruin it. You almost wince when you feel two fingers slip into your tight hole. "Jesus, fuck. You gotta relax princesses." He chuckled, knowing far to well that the tightness was going to feel delicious around him. Two fingers worked into you, and your eyes rolled back into your head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue nipped and sucked the tender skin of your neck. You couldn’t prevent her hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, you were riding his hand. That had to be bad. You told herself to stop. You couldn’t. Somehow, you found your hands tangled in his short white hair. Your body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now you could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into you. "Hnghhh.... so good." You squeezed your eyes type, becoming focused on the tightening feeling of your core and the blossoming warm pleasure. Your legs started to tremble under the unbearable pleasure and your back arched against the bed as if your body was trying to escape the euphoric feeling that coursed through your skin. "That’s it, fuck, beautiful girl... such a natural submissive...." You want to tell him he's wrong, all this pleasure wasn't because of his egotistic ass, but it'd be a lie. And as if on command, all feelings come to a heightened crescendo; explosions of euphoria clouding your brain causing your toes to curl from pleasure and your body to shake like a leaf.

It takes a couple seconds after you calmed down to realize you squirted all over Satoru's hand and all blood rushes to your face turning you a bright red.

“Oh my god in so sorry I didn’t-”

Your voice dies out as you watch Satrou pull off his shirt, revealing his extremely built body and toned muscles, to wipe the liquid off his hand. You don’t even notice that he had pulled out his dick until you feel something pressing against your entrance, making you look down and your eyes widen as you do so. Your stomach inwardly twisted,  filled with the sickly excitement and your breathing started to quicken. "Shhhhh baby," Satoru cups your cheek and kisses your forehead. It was a sweet gesture despite everything happening right now, a gesture that made your heart swell and your mind yearn for Satoru. The stretch of his dick spreading your walls is insane. No amount of preparation could've prepared you for the length of Satoru's dick. You feel it heavy inside you and Satrou pushes into you until he can't push anymore, until his hips are flush against you and the tip of his length is smushed against your cervix. The pleasure of that alone felt numb, unbearable, you needed friction, you needed him to move. You practically faint when he first thrusts into you in earnest. It's euphoric; the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up. His cock pulsed inside of your silky walls, stretching you to the fullest capacity as he bottomed out again and again. "Oh fuck." Satrou groaned. He was no longer grinning, Satoru's playful resolves vanished and his smile quickly dropped. He knew you'd feel good, but he didn't expect how good you'd feel. The feeling of his hand he had fucked himself to the thought of you for so many nights was nothing compared to the real thing. It was too much, the feeling of your wet soft walls gripping him so tightly. How was he able to live without your pussy in the first place? The pleasure built rapidly, too potent, too insistent. He kneeled over you, a groan escaping his lips—a raw, primal sound that vibrated through the charged air between you. Satorus thrust your quick and hard, a clear display of strength and endurance he had gained from years of jujutsu training. "Been thinking about this, so long, bet you have to have ya~"

As Satrou's long, deliberate fingers encircle your neck, a thrilling chill races down your spine. He applies pressure gently at first, then with a firmer, insistent grip that gradually restricts your airflow, sending a wave of exhilaration through your senses. The world around you narrows, focusing intently on the point where his skin contacts yours, heightening every other sensation that courses through you. His other hand slips under your bra bra to grab and massage your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipples.

"Satoru..! Ahhhh..! I..I, fuckkkkk can't handle this.." You had no strength to answer him, only offering wanton moans in retort as he continued to wreck your body with his completely brutal thrusts. The pain of him hitting the tip of your cervix nearly every time mixed with his hand squeezing your throat it was just all too much.

Satoru. Satoru. Satoru

"Slow down.. please im gonna ahhhh~" Drool slipped passed your lips and you writhed and squirmed at the feeling of hot euphoria passed over your body in flesh arrow. "Gonna cum? Fuck baby, let's... let's come together m'kay?" Satrou almost stuttered. His body had kicked into autopilot, and a deep primal need for you settled in as he thrust in and out, creating a methodical rhythm that echoed in your ears. Your ankles lock around his lower back and you cry out when the head of his cock kisses your womb, your legs shaking as you feel yourself start to be thrown into an intense orgasm. You want to say something about the weird feeling in your stomach, how your skin is buzzing but it's all too much, and before you know it your tumbling toward the edge. It feels like your whole body was shot with electricity and color dances in your eyes as you float in ecstasy.

"Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. Satoru doesn't pull out as you both come down from your high, instead watching you intently as you ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Wanna do this again?" He chuckles.

"Fuck, yes, please."

[sanjisprincesss]

Make me sweat make me hotter

Synopsis- How the jjk men eat you out.

Cw- nsfw->porn w/ no plot! Mdni- fem reader! Oral(f) cunnilingus, cum eating. Fingering.

Kiemos note- I was really horny when I wrote this. Also I’m still a rookie a writing smut so pls bear with me! constructive criticism, is appreciated🫶🏽.

Gojo Satoru

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Gojo Satrou is a tease. This..man where do I even begin. We all know Gojo likes to talk, this includes when he’s in between your thighs. Smooth talking his way into your pussy. With your legs over his shoulders. Hands keeping your legs apart. This man would tease your clit, speeding up just to go back extremely slow. He would momentarily go down towards your cunt giving it a few kitten licks going back towards your clit. He would repeat this until you're begging him for how badly you want to feel his tongue. When he finally decides to give you what you want. He does NOT leave you unfulfilled. He as you scream his name while he does his magic. Sucking on your clit as you squirm at his rough tongue sucking and licking your clit. Before you know it you’re cumming on his tongue. He licks you clean before Bringing his head up to meet your fucked out expression.

Geto Suguru

Oh he’s evil wit it. First off, I think this man is a sucker for face-sitting. Something about you riding his face is just so hypnotizing to him. Unlike his best friend. He would instantly go to town when gets to eat you out. Not wasting a second. I get the feeling he’s soppy with it too like, expect the wetness mixed with his saliva to be all over his face. He pulls his hair up so it doesn’t get in the way. With all honesty Geto was ready as soon as you asked him to go down on you. Licking and sucking at your clit and your cunt. Back and forth leaving you a shaking and crying mess. Hands pressing your legs apart as much as possible. Not messing a drop of your arousal. Not letting not a drip waste. Yeah this man will leave you with your whole body shaking.

Nanami Kento

Another man who gets off on your pleasure. This man is most definitely nasty with it. You’d think otherwise but no Nanami is not classy when he’s eating you out. He has you sitting on his face. Legs spread. Hands on your thighs restraining you from squirming. Kissing your clit licking it. Swirling his tongue around your folds before flicking his tongue to your entrance. He whispers soft praise from time to time. Groaning into your cunt as you ride his face. He’s instantly pussy drunk as soon as his lips meet your folds. Sucking on your clit before he fingered your entrance. Curling his long fingers in and out of you while continuing to suck and lick at your clit. Sending you to your climax.

Fushiguro Toji

Oh I’m about to go off. And the number one sloppiest pussy eater goes too! Toji is a very messy eater. Hands down. I will die on that hill. He has you on your back. As he spreads your legs out as much as possible. Why do I also get the feeling he would get it from the back?! His head deep between your legs. First he starts off slow. Kissing your folds. Then going back up to kiss and suck at your inner thighs. After he decides to dive into your pussy. Sucking and licking at your clit. He has your back arching and toes curling at the feeling of his rough tongue lapping at your folds. As he turns his attention towards your entrance. Tongue fucks you into seeing stars. Salvia dripped down his chin and lips. While he turns his attention back to sucking your clit before using his fingers to reach your sweet spot. Sending you over the edge. He wasted no time licking up your arousal. Before coming back up to send you too into a heated kiss.

Kamo Choso

When I tell you he gets pussy drunk. Oh gets pussy drunk. As soon as he got his first taste he was addicted. He's absolutely obsessed with your pussy, you in general. He just can’t get enough of you. If anything, he’s asking you to eat you out. Choso would eat you out for hours. He would stop until you told him to. Laps at your cunt. Licking at your clit sucking at it. I have a feeling that he’s the type to actually get off on your moans and the taste of your folds alone. Like choso cum in his pants untouched. The likelihood of him getting off to the smell of your cunt. Licking up every drop, licking you clean.

[chariaki]

"kiss me."

"what-"

You're head shot up, eyes now focusing on the white-haired man in front of you, mouth agape and eyes taking in his sunkissed figure.

He leaned his head closer to you, head resting on his palm, his arm on your desk, observing your reaction with a subtle smug look on face.

"what?" furrowing your brows, looking down on him with a hint of disgust.

"You're beautiful."

You scoffed.

"No need for the flattery. I'm doing this so you can shut the fuck up during class." You ignored him and returned to explaining the physics lesson he asked you to tutor him with.

You complied to this silly situation because you figured this would be a way for him to finally stop poking your side and whispering dumb questions to you during classes.

It's been an hour of explaining, and Satorou Gojo seems to have been quiet the whole time. You were happy because you assumed he was really listening and understanding the topic.

Unbeknownst to you, he, instead, was listening to your soft voice, and how you kept trying to make yourself sound strict and scary by making your voice sound deeper, how you brush your hair when you're thinking, how your fingers fidget with your ballpen when you're impatient, how your eyebrows lift up when you're anticipating his answer to a question he didn't even process.

Satrou adored you. This stupid physics tutoring was just a pathetic excuse to spend more time with you.

He reached his hand out towards you, and brushed your hair away from your face.

Pupils dialated, heartbeat quickened, eyes yearning. You watched him be like that, entertained by the sight of him.

The lovestruck man uttered.

"You wanna grab coffee?"

"No, Gojo. I wanna go home."

Swatting his hand away, and bluntly shooting down his offer, closing your books and tidying your stuff. Yet the man still persists.

"But we haven't even finished studying yet, haven't we, sweetheart?"

He holds both of your hands, and fiddles them up and down, treating you like a baby.

"You weren't even listening to me, '"sweetheart." " mocking him, trying to detangle your hands from his big, slender ones, though, failing miserably.

"I soooo listened to you! "

Tightening his grip with you intertwined fingers, and motioning them in the air.

"Yeah? What's the speed of light in a vacuum?"

"..."

"The only thing that matters is the speed of my heartbeat when I'm with you. "

He shoots you a wink.

"Wait- where'ya goin? "

"I'll walk you home!!" Quickly grabbing his backpack and chasing you down the halls.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Satorou Gojo's plan Q has failed, but, no worries, he'll figure out more ways to make you fall for him. Today, he's just happy he got to be with you for an extra hour, and be able to walk you home... after chasing you down the road, of course.

[sunasbon]

CHEER FEVER !

SYNOPSIS! : nerd gojo and his pretty cheerleader girlfriend!

WC:(4k)+ warnings : college au, shy nerd gojo, cheerleader reader!, semi public,nicknames, pussy eating (sweetheart, baby),jealous gojo that’s all for now!

satrou wasn’t the jealous type of person in general, truth be told he couldn't help but feel that way when his pretty little girlfriend is a cheerleader catching the eye of a particular jock on the field while you were warming up with the rest of team, in your old fashioned—uniform with you pom pom before tonight’s game started with the rest of your teammates.

“satrou you okay, you’ve seem kind of out of it a little?” you pouting on him, crossing your arms over chest a little uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, you knew him better than anyone even himself.

the question caused satrou to raise an eyebrow in curiosity, though he only gave a nonchalant shrug in response, "hm? oh, yeah, i’m fine i guess." satrou tried his best to hide his jealousy, though he failed utterly as his girl had seen right through him.

“you sure? I can walk you too class, while i finished up practice for the game.”

the offer from his you seemed to put satrou on ease, as his eyebrows no longer wrinkled and his frown turned into a small smile, "that would be nice of you." satrou replied, not really sure of what else to say. it's not like he can just outright admit that he's jealous, that would be just downright pathetic.

“of course I’ll see you after practice then” you waved him off, going back to the track with her cheerleading teammates.

satrou waved goodbye towards his you, watching you run back towards your teammates and practice without any further incident. her bubbly personality seemed to always brighten up his day, even when he was feeling a little down. it's almost as if everything went right with her around.

he watched the football team take a break, taking a moment to scan the crowd and observe everything going on around him. he let his eyes wander around the stadium, only to eventually settle on to—a familiar sight from your school. toji was, without a doubt, one of the best quarterback players on his team, and satrou had heard many praises his skill and talent over the years. his athletic ability and dedication were something to be envious of.

his star quarterback status was nothing to sneeze at either, making him a very desired figure among the female students at their school. satrou would hear stories about how the girls would fawn over him every time he stepped on the field.

toji's handsome gaze met yours, his green eyes locking in on yours and not relenting. he smirked at you in a teasing way, his confidence and charisma oozing from his pores as he walked over to you. he had a cocky and flirtatious look on his face, which only seemed to highlight his attractiveness.

as toji stepped off the field, he looked around toward where the cheerleaders were practicing. his eyes quickly met with yours, and he gave you a subtle wave, smiling in your direction. it seemed like the entire field and bleachers turned their heads to him now, as most of their eyes were glued on toji, staring intently, making it easy to see how attractive of a figure he was.

he was annoyed at the whole situation, his anger growing with each word that exchanged between you two. "who does the jock think he is? he thinks he can just walk up to you and expect you to just fall head over heels for him? he's lucky i'm not beating his ass right now."

toji's appearance certainly didn't help with your frustration surrounding him—he was handsome, beefy, and confident enough to walk up to you without even a care in the world. he had the entire stadium in a trance. the cheerleaders all fawned over him as he made his way toward you.

some girls even shouted his name to get his attention, hoping they'd be the lucky ones to be blessed by him. satrou watched the entire scene play out, finding himself growing increasingly irritated with toji's existence—biting the inside of his cheek.

not having much better to do with the half-time break, you decide to walk into the locker room to pick up something from your locker, taking the few free minutes you had to get some things in order before the game resumes. you weren't aware of just how long you spent in your locker when you suddenly felt a familiar presence approaching from behind you.

you were so involved in getting your stuff in order, you didn't notice toji. the arrogant-quarterback from the school's football team approaching from behind you. he leaned in towards you and let out a subtle chuckle, leaning his arm against the locker behind you and placing his body close to yours.

toji's smirk grew wider when he noticed the annoyed tone in your voice, his eyes shining with amusement as he stepped a little closer to you, putting him in your personal bubble. "do I really need to say?" toji replied, not taking his eyes off of you for a single moment—trying to woo you with his small talk wanting to get into your pants, plus you knew it really and wouldn’t give him that attention.

"I'm not dating you, forget it."you weren't amused by his actions at all, and instead, you were irritated and disgusted by his flirtatious antics.

the words that came from your lips made his smirk fade away in an instant, you putting him in his place had caught him by surprise. a small frown appeared on his lips as he stepped back from you, his hands coming out of his pockets, "I get that you're already dating someone, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun once and awhile, right?" he asked, a cocky smile returning to his lips.

honestly did he really think you were going fall for his charms and popularity status? what a joke.

the mention of satrou name had toji's eyebrow shooting up in surprise, though he didn't look very impressed by the information. he couldn't understand why a beautiful girl like you would lower yourself enough to date a nerd, especially when the jock sitting in front of you is offering himself to you like that. toji narrowed his eyes at you. "are you kidding me? you seriously prefer dorks over jocks?"

"yeah? why are you surprised at that?" you scoffed at his remarks clearly not impressed by his performance to try and seduce you, it was pointless almost.

toji's cocky smirk faded away once more at the blunt answer that came from your lips, your lack of embarrassment and straightforward tone made it clear that you were not flirting with him whatsoever, he was just wasting his time. "oh is that so? cause i highly doubt it." he said sarcastically, taking a step closer to you, once again, invading your personal bubble.

you don’t respond only giving him a blank look.

even though you had made your rejections perfectly clear, toji was stubborn, refusing to accept that the beautiful girl in front of him was not into him. he stepped even closer to you as you attempted to walk away, now placing his frame in front of you. "oh come on darling, i know you like me. i can tell by how much you seem to look my way all the time."

“trust me, i don’t.”

the sound of the pa system announcing that the game would start back up in a few minutes filled the stadium and the players with energy. you didn’t hesitate to follow the cheer leaders back towards the field, not letting toji get into your head and ruin your spirits.

however, toji wouldn’t give up so easily, as he quickly followed close behind you and tried to engage in conversation with you again.

despite his flirting antics, you chose to brush it off and ignore him. you've had enough of his ego and his attitude, and all you wanted to focus on was your team winning tonight. you continued walking, trying to block out his voice and the way he kept on trying to be close to you.

after a few minutes, you made it to the field where the cheer leaders were all practicing their performances for the game.

you felt your annoyance and anger build up as toji once again tried to engage in conversation with you. he was persistent and annoying, and he wouldn't take a hint no matter how many times you brushed him off. it was truly the most irritating thing you've experienced today?

was he really that desperate?

the sound of the pa system announcing that the game would start back up in a few minutes filled the stadium and the players with energy. you didn’t hesitate to follow the cheer leaders back towards the field, not letting toji get into your head and ruin your spirits.

however, toji wouldn’t give up so easily, as he quickly followed close behind you and tried to engage in conversation with you again.

satrou narrowed his eyes towards your direction, upon seeing that toji was still trying to engage in conversation with you—even after he was repeatedly told to go away—was enough to set him off.

he pulled you into a tight embrace, not letting toji get a word in edge-wise. however, this was only followed up by an uproar of gossip among the students, who began to crowd around you, toji, and satrou, creating some sort of chaotic scene.

the sound of their whispers filled the atmosphere, and the attention of the students shifted away from the game and towards the three of you in the middle.

the crowd continued to grow bigger and louder as the students started speaking among themselves, all wanting a glimpse at what was happening. toji, satrou, and you were now the main attractions, and the whispers quickly turned to gossip and rumors.

with the situation now growing out of hand, you could hear a few of the students snickering and laughing at the scene, making snarky remarks about all of you. people from all over the stadium gathered around to watch the scene unfold. it became almost impossible to hear anything over the sounds of the growing chatter coming from the crowd.

satrou was standing next to you, a fiery glint in his eyes as he glared at toji, not backing down from the situation.

a few whispers started spreading among the crowd when it became clear that satrou was confronting toji and was about to start a fight. some people in the crowd got up from their seats, hoping to see the action as it unfolded. some students started chanting "fight!" as they eagerly awaited the two to start brawling.

satrou blue eyes narrowed at toji, his tone becoming deadly and sharp as he responded with a few words. "so are you going to keep flirting with her like a pathetic dog or do you want your teeth knocked in?" satru kept his attention on toji, his grip on you becoming tighter with each word he spoke.

you saw satrou’s eyes flicker a dull red for a moment and a wave of heat radiating from his body. he had been angered by toji's insult enough to want to punch him in his face, but he couldn't lose track of what was important here.

he wanted to punch the jock into the ground for his comment and the way he would never leave you alone.

toji spoke up in response to satrou remarks, his demeanor and tone becoming more frustrated as he spoke. "as if a twinkie like satrou could actually punch me, I'm surprised he hasn't taken her out on a date yet." toji's cocky grin returned to his face once again, his expression becoming even more snarky.

this was getting out of hand fast.

satrou continued to trade insults towards toji, his anger and temper escalating even more as he spoke. "you're an idiot if you think you can be so pathetic as to walk up to another's man's girl and flirt with her right in front of them." the crowd around you grew louder and louder, many people cheering for satrou while they watched the two argue.

toji’s smug smile only grew wider as he responded, his words becoming more sarcastic and arrogant. "look, twinkie, i'm just doing what any other jock would do. you should be thankful that i let you have her for so long." the crowd of students grew even louder at toji's comment as he continued to smirk smugly at him, trying to get under his skin even more with his words.

gojo clenched his fist practically turning white from his comments even hearing toji's smug remark, and his patience was running thin at this point. he finally lost it. gojo suddenly swung his fist like lightning as it connected straight to toji's jaw with a loud smack. it was enough to make toji's whole head whip back, his eyes widening in shock as gojo fist landed right on his cheek.

"you'll be sorry for hitting me, twinkle," toji sneered, a smirk still plastered on his face despite the bruise now forming where satrou had punched him.

the crowd was still in an uproar, many of them cheering for satrou while others were trying to instigate another fight. the guard still held satoru and toji at different sides of the building, making sure they couldn't get their hands on one another any longer.

you followed satrou as he was being escorted to the other side of the building. you didn't want to even look towards toji at this point, as you were annoyed with his incessant flirting and harassment directed at you.

satoru was still hot-headed and angry after their altercation, as he kept muttering curses and insults under his breath when he wasn't addressing the guard. he seemed like he was having a hard time keeping his temper in check.

you saw satoru finally letting himself relax. sitting down on the bench next to you and taking your hand in his. his expression softened, and his body language relaxed as he slowly let go of his tension. he was relieved that it was over and that no one had gotten hurt in this whole ordeal.

satrou’s grip on your hand was tight and comforting—feeling the tension still lingering from the encounter that’s was moments ago. he looked over at you with a relieved expression, and his mind was focused on having you by his side and calming his nerves.

you're taken aback as satrou grabs your arm and pulls you away to the vacant locker room, where you two had some privacy. he wrapped his your arm was tight and firm, but not in a rough manner as he dragged you along.

once you were inside the locker room, satrou closed the door behind him and pulled you close to him in a intimate manner.

he slender arms looped around you, his breath becoming a little heavier as he pulled you closer. he didn't need to say anything else to tell you that he wanted you right now, his whole aura was telling you that.

your bodies were pressed up against each other, and his lips were hovering dangerously close to yours—nothing more than to let out that pent up energy that’s lingering inside of himself.

“can’t believe that asshole.” satoru mumbled against your lips, kissing the inner curves of your mouth. his slender hands roamed over your body squeezing your waist pulling you closer to his board chest fitting together—two puzzle pieces together as one.

‘your nerd of a boyfriend can’t satisfy you’ tsk let me prove him wrong? hm baby?” he states in a mocking tone a small smirk plastered on his lips, knowing his words were a complete joke to him. satrou knew you inside and out and knew the right ways to make you cum wether it be from his fingers alone or his tongue every time, never fails to make you fold underneath him—like pure putty in his hands.

your body felt warm and euphoric as satrou's lips moved along the corner of your mouth, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. your breath grew shorter and shorter with each kiss to your neck and each inch closer to your lips. his tender kisses felt like a sweet and gentle massage, making your body tingle with euphoria.

your whimpers were like music to his ears, filling him with an intense urge to take whatever he wanted. he was fully intent on taking complete ownership of your body with his touch.

“toru…come on the game starts back in a few—”

“the game can wait, but I can’t.”

shortly, your back is pressing against the cold tilted of the locker rooms as satrou wet kisses the nap of your neck trailing down turning into more sloppy ones leaving a trail, you desperately tried to close your thighs together feeling your growing auroral through the fabric of your sparkling bedazzled outfit—feeling a hint of warmth coursing through your body.

satoru smile faded slightly noticing your shift of movement tilted to the side—mumbling against your tummy stopping completely for a moment.

“what’s the matter baby? hm? don’t you want me to eat your pretty pussy?” he teased at the last words playfully, his cheek still nuzzled into your softness of your tummy, feeling the warmth of his slender fingers gently squeezing and resting lazily on your sides.

“i-i do..” you stammer out desperately trying to keep your thigh closed together trying to hide the wet spot in the fabric of your cotton panties, it was stupid to even try to hide it you knew it. only desperately wanting him as bad as he wanted you.

“hm? didn’t catch that baby. you want to speak up for me?” he taunted that cheesy smile of his plastered on his face knowing your embarrassed about couldn’t help but to tease you a little bit more, his slender fingers lifting your skirt bunched up the fabric pulled itself up slowly.

“toru..i-i……need you please” you confessed softly warmth spreading through your body once more, causing satoru smirk to deepen at your words trailing his sloppy kisses down to stomach tracing along the waistband giving it a gentle tug as it loosens falls down your thighs to the floor.

“that’s my girl.” satoru cooes, swiping his calloused thumb across your sensitive nub. his gaze lands on your cunt, nuzzling in between your soft thighs hearing his breath hitched. satoru thick lengthy fingers toyed with your clit, pinching the sensitive nerve causing you to jolt against him.

“toru…c’mon..”

“so impatient baby hm. gettin’ wet f’ me barely even touch you.”

satoru mumbles, tugging and toying at your clit. his glossy lips glinting in the dim light teasing you into utter bliss causing you to writhe around at the stimulation.

your hands tugged at loose white strands of hair causing him to groan against your thighs, his tongue alternating between swirling around your clit and sucking on the sensitive nud—feeling the heaven through arching your back perfectly. not caring whom heard you throughout the walls of the locker room.

“satoru..!..ngh..please..”

“fuck…baby y’er close already? bet that jock can’t eat you out like this huh…”

your moans mingled together throughout the room bouncing off the walls, as satrou continued to tease your cunt with his tongue eating you out as if your were his last meal on earth his face stuffed with your cunt.

“answer the question baby.”

“n-no…toru….mph!fuckfuck..”

you writhing around against his face tightening your hands on his hair throwing your head, if it wasn’t for holding your thighs over his shoulders keeping you steady—knowing your legs would’ve given out on a instant.

satoru’s hands held your thighs open for him, the flat of his tongue slurped up your slick probing deeper inside of cunt you could only buck your hips against his face, trying to gain more stimulation from him but he had other plans.

only to, suddenly removing himself nuzzled between your thighs covered in your ecstasy and salvia dripping down his chin, with that same teasingly smirk lingering causing you to whine and scrunch your brows together in frustration. you didn’t honestly think you were going cum so easily with a teasing bastard like him huh?

“satoru…w-why..did you stop??” your breathing was still heavy and your skin glowed in the dim lighting of the locker room. sweat started to bead up on your forehead, and you still felt a hazy from the stimulation. you were grew rather frustrated and wanting to reach your orgasm to have it decided by your lover.

“sorry babe, but the game starts back in a few minutes.” he hums but you could practically hear the tease in his voice, placing you on your feet. you mumbling a few curses underneath your breath huffing, feeling you stumble forward you catch yourself.

satoru smiles back with a cheeky and teasing smirk as he watches your annoyed expression when he pulls away. he then unlocks the door, giving you no chance to respond or continue any further action, even though you were very tempted to do so. he laughs and winks at you before stepping out of the locker room, leaving you all by yourself inside.

you straighten out your uniform and make sure your appearance was looking proper before stepping out of the locker room. you didn't see satru anywhere, but you assumed he was already at the game. he did say that the game was starting in just a few minutes, and he was always one to be right on time. you made your way towards the game, looking for satrou amongst the other students who had already taken their seats.

you began to get concerned about satrou’s sudden disappearance, worried that he might be in trouble. he had gone missing without a trace after you two left the locker room, and his whereabouts were completely unknown at this point.

you searched all the crowd of students, searching for any sign of satrou but came up with nothing. you began to get increasingly worried with each passing moment, wondering where he could have gone so suddenly without a word?.

just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse than this. where the hell did he go?

oh great.

a wave of concern washed over you as satrou still hadn't shown himself by the quarter of the game, which only caused worries of where he could have gone to creep up on you. you were worried and stressed, not knowing if he were hurt and unable to show himself, or somewhere else. your annoyance grew with each passing second, until you suddenly heard toji's voice behind you.

"looking for someone?" toji asked, looking at you with a smug grin on his face. his friends all stood close to him, smirking as they looked at you. one of them even had the nerve to let out a chuckle, clearly enjoying how annoyed you were at the moment. it’s as if they were mocking your concern for satrou—was nowhere to be seen still. “I wouldn’t worry much about him, the nerd show sooner or later. or not.”

“what—why?”

“you ask way too many questions, relax. we have a game to finish. see you out there sweetheart”

you started at them confused, wanting to run after them to question them more but it was too late they were already heading to the field—but you should’ve expected them not take this matter seriously.

you only hoped gojo was okay somewhere.

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An: So I answered this but accidentally posted jt and ended up losing the request so.. but here it is!! (Tyy so much I had fun writing this!)

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji.

GOJO SATROU

“Hey, what’s with the long face?” he asks, tilting his head to look at you. The ever-present cockiness in his tone is muted, replaced by genuine curiosity.

You shrug, but your body betrays you. Your gaze flickers to his hand resting on the couch, the faintest twitch in your fingers as if you’re debating reaching out.

Gojo notices, of course—he notices everything. “Ah, I see,” he says softly, his tone warm, the smirk fading into something softer. “C’mere.”

Before you can protest, he’s pulling you into his lap, his arms circling you with an ease that feels natural, like he’s been waiting for this moment. His infinity is off, and you feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his hold, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You could’ve just said you needed this,” he murmurs against your temple, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back.

You melt into him, letting yourself relax for the first time in what feels like ages. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, your voice muffled against his chest.

He chuckles, the sound low and comforting. “Bother me? Sweetheart, you couldn’t bother me if you tried.”

His touch is endless—gentle squeezes, soft caresses, his hand slipping into your hair to scratch lightly at your scalp. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, letting you soak in the comfort, letting you take what you need.

“Feel better?” he asks after a while, his voice a soft hum in your ear.

You nod, not trusting your voice, and his grin returns, boyish and proud. “Good. Because you’re not getting up anytime soon.”

GETO SUGURU

The hall was dimly lit, the air thick with reverence and tension as Suguru addressed his followers. His voice carried an air of authority and calm, his words weaving a narrative that captivated everyone in the room—except for you.

You sat at the edge of the gathering, tucked into the shadows, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d attended one of these meetings, but tonight, something inside you felt particularly heavy. You hadn’t seen much of Suguru lately, his time consumed by his plans and responsibilities, and the ache of longing had been growing sharper by the day.

Your gaze followed him as he moved through the room, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. You couldn’t help but fidget, your fingers gripping the fabric of your sleeves as the longing for his touch gnawed at you.

Finally, Suguru’s sharp eyes caught yours from across the hall. His words didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. A subtle tilt of his head signaled for you to follow him as he finished addressing the room.

You slipped out quietly, your heart pounding, and found him waiting in a quiet corridor outside. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

“You looked like you were about to burst in there,” he teased, his tone soft but amused.

You bit your lip, suddenly self-conscious. “I didn’t want to interrupt…”

Suguru stepped closer, his voice dropping to something warmer, more intimate. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know. If you need something, you can come to me.”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling foolish now that you were face-to-face with him. “I missed you.”

His expression softened, the smirk fading as his hands came to rest gently on your shoulders. “Is that all?” he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Suguru sighed, his thumb brushing along your jaw as he pulled you into his arms. His embrace was steady and grounding, his scent and warmth enveloping you like a shield against the world. “You could’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, his lips grazing the top of your head.

“I didn’t want to distract you,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Suguru chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laughter soothing against your skin. “Distract me? You’re the only thing I want to be distracted by.”

He held you for a long moment, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your back. When he finally pulled back, it was only to cup your face in his hands, his gaze meeting yours with quiet intensity.

“Stay with me,” he said simply. “You don’t have to sit on the sidelines. You’re my priority, always.”

His words made your heart swell, and you nodded, leaning into his touch. Whatever weight you’d been carrying melted away in his arms, replaced by the certainty of his care.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami had always been the picture of diligence. His desk was a battlefield of neatly organized papers and his fingers never paused as they flew across his keyboard. You understood his work ethic—it was part of what made him the man you loved—but tonight, it was harder to ignore the ache in your chest.

Curled up on the couch nearby, you’d tried distracting yourself: scrolling through your phone, reading a book, even watching TV. None of it helped. Your eyes kept drifting to him, his brow furrowed in concentration, his tie slightly loosened but still clinging to his work mode.

“Everything okay?” he asked without looking up, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

You startled, not realizing you’d been staring. “Yeah. Just… bored.”

He hummed softly, a noncommittal sound, as he adjusted his glasses and refocused on his screen.

You hated interrupting him when he was so clearly swamped, but the longing for his touch was growing unbearable. Finally, you stood and padded over to him, your presence so close finally making him glance up.

“Kento…” you murmured, your voice quieter than usual.

His gaze softened immediately, his work forgotten for the moment as he turned his chair to face you. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling silly now that you were standing there. “I miss you.”

Nanami sighed, not in frustration, but in understanding. He reached out, gently pulling you closer by your wrist until you stood between his knees. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I know I’ve been busy lately.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I know you’re working hard, but… I just wanted…”

“Me,” he finished for you, his lips quirking in the faintest smile. He tugged you into his lap, his arms circling your waist as if to anchor you there. The tension in your body melted away the second his warmth enveloped you.

“You don’t have to ask, you know,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll always make time for you.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your voice muffled against his chest. “But you were busy—”

“And you’re more important,” he interrupted, his hand gently stroking your back. “The work will still be here in the morning. Right now, you’re what matters.”

You stayed like that for a while, his steady heartbeat grounding you, his touch easing every anxious knot inside you. When he finally returned to his desk, it was only after you’d fallen asleep in his arms, your body finally at peace.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji wasn’t exactly the cuddly type. He had a roughness to him, the kind of man who didn’t waste words or time on things he deemed unnecessary. But he wasn’t blind to you—not to the way you’d been quieter than usual, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you sat across the room.

He leaned back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp green eyes watching you like a hawk. “Alright, spit it out,” he said, his deep voice breaking the silence.

You blinked at him, startled. “What?”

“You’ve been staring holes into the floor for the past ten minutes,” he pointed out, gesturing toward you with a flick of his hand. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening their grip on your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit,” he said bluntly, sitting up. “C’mere.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me.” He patted the spot next to him on the couch, his expression firm but not unkind.

You hesitated for a moment before shuffling over. The second you were close enough, Toji grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto his lap with ease. His arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding, his warmth seeping into your skin as you froze.

“There,” he muttered, his chin resting on your shoulder. “This what you’ve been sulking about?”

“I wasn’t sulking,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you buried your face in his chest.

He huffed a quiet laugh, his hand moving to rub slow circles on your back. “Sure you weren’t. You could’ve just said you needed some attention.”

Your cheeks burned, but the steady weight of his touch was enough to melt away the embarrassment. “I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted softly.

Toji scoffed, his grip tightening just enough to make you feel secure. “You’re not a bother, idiot. If you need something, just ask.”

His tone was gruff, but the way his hand slipped into your hair, tugging gently, betrayed the tenderness he tried to hide. “You’re mine,” he added, his voice low against your ear. “That means you get what you need. Got it?”

You nodded, your body relaxing fully against his. He didn’t let go for a long time, his quiet presence saying more than any words ever could.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

The great Ryomen Sukuna was not known for softness. He was a figure of terror, a shadow cast over the land, feared by commoners and rulers alike. Yet here you were, curled up in the corner of his grand chamber, feeling the weight of your own solitude pressing down on you.

You didn’t dare interrupt him as he sat across the room, his powerful frame draped in ornate robes, one arm resting casually on the arm of his throne-like seat. His eyes, crimson and sharp, scanned the scroll in his hand. The flickering lantern light accentuated the demonic markings on his skin, making him seem even more untouchable.

Still, you couldn’t stop your gaze from drifting toward him. Sukuna noticed, of course. He always noticed.

“What is it?” His voice, deep and commanding, shattered the silence. He didn’t even look up.

Your breath hitched, and you shook your head quickly. “N-Nothing, my lord.”

He clicked his tongue, setting the scroll aside with a deliberate slowness. His eyes pinned you in place. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, his tone dangerously calm. “Come here.”

Your heart pounded as you rose and approached him, each step hesitant. When you were close enough, Sukuna leaned forward, his clawed hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. His gaze bored into yours, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

“You’ve been restless,” he said, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Out with it.”

Your throat felt tight, but the warmth of his touch emboldened you. “I… I just…” You faltered, looking away. “I miss your touch.”

His smirk widened, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Is that so?”

You flushed, the weight of his gaze making you want to shrink away. But before you could retreat, Sukuna pulled you onto his lap with a startling ease. His arms, deceptively strong and unyielding, wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do you think just anyone can ask for this from me?”

You shook your head quickly, your hands clutching the fabric of his robes. “No, my lord.”

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle as he pressed you closer, one of his hands stroking down your back with a surprising gentleness. “Good. Remember that.”

Despite his usual harsh demeanor, Sukuna’s touch was steady and deliberate. He didn’t speak much after that, letting you soak in the rare moment of affection. His chin rested atop your head, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back.

“Don’t make me ask next time,” he said after a while, his voice softer but still laced with authority. “If you want something, take it. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord,” you whispered, the ache in your chest finally easing as his warmth surrounded you.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi wasn’t the most physically affectionate person, but he always seemed to notice when something was off about you. Tonight was no exception.

You sat across the room from him, your knees pulled to your chest, absently scrolling through your phone. The usual comfort of being in his presence wasn’t enough to ease the restless ache gnawing at you. You wanted to be close to him—needed it, even—but asking for affection didn’t come naturally to you.

“Hey,” Megumi called softly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. “You’ve been quiet.”

You looked up to find his dark eyes already on you, his head tilted slightly in concern.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, waving him off.

He frowned. “You’re a terrible liar.” Setting aside the book he’d been reading, he got up and walked over to sit beside you on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, your fingers twisting the hem of your shirt. “It’s nothing, really. Just… tired.”

Megumi gave you a long, searching look. Then, with a sigh, he reached out and took your hand, his grip gentle but firm. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to keep it to yourself.”

The warmth of his hand against yours made your chest tighten. “I just… I miss you,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened, the faintest blush dusting his cheeks. “I’m right here.”

You shook your head. “I mean… I miss you. Your touch.”

Megumi blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but he recovered quickly. Without a word, he shifted closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against him. His touch was a little stiff at first, as if he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but the weight of his arm felt grounding, comforting.

“You could’ve just said so,” he muttered, his voice low but tender.

You buried your face in his chest, your hands clutching his shirt as you soaked in the warmth and steadiness of him. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled.

“You’re not a bother,” he said firmly, his fingers brushing softly against your arm. “If you need something, just tell me. I’ll always make time for you.”

His words made your heart swell, and you relaxed fully into his embrace. He didn’t say much else, but his actions spoke louder than words—the way he held you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back, his quiet presence making you feel safe.

“Feel better?” he asked after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your voice soft against his chest. “Yeah. Thanks, Megumi.”

He hummed in response, resting his chin lightly on your head. “Anytime.”

YUJI ITADORI

The sound of rapid button-mashing and dramatic game effects filled the room as Yuji leaned forward on the couch, fully immersed in his game. His bright smile and occasional triumphant cheers were endearing, but tonight, they did little to soothe the aching need for his attention that had been building inside you.

You sat nearby, curled up with a blanket, stealing glances at him. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he maneuvered his character through the game.

“Almost got it!” he exclaimed, the excitement in his voice pulling a faint smile from you despite your restlessness.

You fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, debating whether or not to speak up. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you let out a quiet sigh.

“Yuji…”

“Hm?” he replied absentmindedly, his eyes glued to the screen.

You hesitated, your voice quieter. “Can you take a break for a second?”

That got his attention. He paused the game and turned to you, concern flashing across his face. “What’s up? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your fidgeting betrayed you. “I just… I miss you.”

Yuji blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, without hesitation, he scooted over and reached for your hand. “You miss me? I’m right here,” he said with a grin, though the warmth in his eyes softened his teasing tone.

You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “Not like that. I mean… I miss being close to you.”

Understanding dawned on his face, and his grin turned sheepish. “Oh. Why didn’t you just say so?”

Without another word, he grabbed your blanket and pulled you into his lap, wrapping both arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world. His warmth was immediate, and you relaxed into his embrace, resting your head against his chest.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I don’t mind pausing the game for you. You’re way more important.”

“You’re really okay with this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I am!” he said, his tone full of conviction. “C’mon, I’m the master of multitasking.” He reached for the controller again, balancing it in one hand while keeping his other arm securely around you. “See? Now I get to game and cuddle you. Win-win.”

You laughed softly, the ache in your chest fading as his goofy but affectionate energy wrapped around you as much as his arms did.

[tender-rosiey]

since requests are open, i wanted to ask for pregnant!readerxgojo where the reader is currently 9months pregnant with her first child and is grocery shopping with gojo

details — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: husband!gojo is attentive and I don’t take any criticism on that

"satoru, get up."

"but I don't wanna!"

taking a deep breath, you thank the heavens for having a husband like gojo. it really prepares you for having a child of your own. you would like to bet that gojo is more difficult than any child out there but you still have to deal with him right now.

you cross your arms and huff, "satoru, we need to go grocery shopping."

satoru grumbles and cuddles the pillow closer. his eyes drifts to you, his pretty wife, and then to your stomach. his lips curve into a small smile and he sighs happily. you're pregnant and soon, you will finally be able to see your little girl.

he will finally be able to hold her in his arms. the thought itself makes him giddy.

"you're really going to leave your very pregnant wife go shopping all by herself?" you pout but he doesn't concede.

he sits up, stretching, "are you implying that my wife is weak?"

"of course not, I am a strong and capable woman on my own!"

he makes his way to you and pulls you close. you look up at him and tilt your head with a cheeky smile, "so you going?"

he hums and presses a kiss to your shoulder, "I can't leave my girls alone, after all," his hand rests on your stomach, "though, I am sure my pretty girl here will protect her mama well."

and it's like she hears and understands him as she lightly kicks. satoru beams then looks you in the eye, "I think I am going to be her favorite," he teases, expecting you to bicker with him, tell him that the favorite will obviously be you.

he wasn't prepared to be met with a gentle smile and eyes so full love it almost scares him.

he gravitates towards your touch anyway cause who is gojo if not a lover of adventure?

the caress of your hand has him melting to putty. you then speak up with a content sigh, "well, you are my favorite so it would be nice if she shares the same sentiment as her mama, no?"

he nods with smile, closing his eyes for a moment then abruptly straightening himself, "okay!" he claps his hands eagerly, "time for shopping!"

so now you two are grocery shopping, more like you though. you look through different brands of each thing and you try to take satrou's opinion. but he is as useful as the shopping cart he is pushing.

"satoru, should I pick this or this?"

"I don't see the difference?"

still, he does provide good company and there are some things that he gets that make you want to hug the hell out of him. for example, you were troubled between two types of spreads and satoru came to the rescue.

he read the ingredients then chose one right away. a part of you thought that he didn't actually give it some thought but then he speaks up, "you're allergic to the other one and it has some ingredients that you hate, sweets," he looks at you, confused, "that should've been an easy choice."

your eyes tear up and you pull him into a tight hug, "SATORU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!"

and the way he lights up at your affection is so very cute. he returns the hug tenfold—mindful of the little girl in you.

another thing that satoru is pretty good at while shopping with you is attracting attention. attention that he eats up like no other.

he poses and entertains the kids. he is chatting with the aunties and you’re left squeezing the hell of one poor bell pepper. you did bring up putting a leash on him, but, of course, he was encouraging of the idea to the point you had to smack him with a pillow.

“papa needs to be humbled, huh, baby?” you hum to your baby with a smile.

though, something that satoru never lets you forget is that even if he enjoys the attention from others, he truly only craves yours and only yours. one way he does is through his eyes. even when everyone’s focus is on him, his eyes are on you, so full of yearning and adoration.

and both of you know, that at the end of the day, he comes back to you. just like now.

“y/nnn! look what I got!”

you look at him and your jaw drops. satoru is all smiley and joyful…and he has about 10 bags worth of baby clothes, “satoru—I—what—why?!”

he takes his sweet time answering you, “yes: you, baby clothes for our princess, and because she deserves to be spoiled!”

“you just got 20 last week?!”

“I never said I was a ‘careful’ spender,”  he starts rummaging through one of the bags and gets out a box of jewelry, a filled to the brim box of jewelry, “I got you these as well! I remember you brought 2 new dresses and there were others that you couldn’t find matching jewelry for so—are you crying?”

forgetting about the bags, he pulls you into am embrace and coos, “aww, my pretty girl is all sentimental," his thumbs wipe the tears so naturally and he presses sweet kisses to your cheeks, "hormones got you all messed up, baby?"

“I don’t care about the jewelry.”

“ouch.”

you sniffle, “it’s just the fact that you remember these things that gets me all soft.”

“of course, I do!” he starts squeezing your cheeks together, “you’re my baby, my mochi, my honey bunny, my pumpkin—“

whining, you push his hands away, “satoru, people are watching!”

“so?”

you grumble, giving up on literally everything, “let’s just go home,” you yawn a little, “I am feeling a little tired anyways.”

satoru starts carrying the bags right away and he does it with so much ease, you would think he is just folding a piece of paper. on top of that, he doesn’t leave your side and makes sure that he’s there for you to rest or steady yourself.

you don’t get very far though.

“satoru.”

“yes, pretty?”

“my water broke.”

“WHAT?!”

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How pure friendship looks like …

Which one is you on your friendship cycle

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[lemonmaid]

Poly SatoSugu x omega reader!

Warnings: poly (obv), omega Suguru, Alpha Satoru. Omega gender neutral reader. Mentions of Infertility. MALE PREGNANCY, pregnancy.

Imagine being mated to Alpha Satoru and Omega Suguru, accidentally tied into their pack. Gojo Clan and Zenin Clan had originally arranged you and Satoru to be mated, but Satoru, in normal fashion, rebelled and mated Suguru. Zenin clan, not wanting to break a olive branch, still gave you to the Gojo clan. Suguru came to you with an offer, he felt bad that you were kinda just been thrown around, You agreed to be their surrogate. Suguru wanted to continue working without having to be pregnant and worry about time off.

Imagine you and Suguru getting close, like, super close over the years. Zenin clan pressuring you to have pups, but never specified who's pups. So the next time you had a heat, instead of Satoru helping you, Suguru helped you instead. When the Zenin Clan and Gojo Clan found out that the pup wasn't Satoru's they demanded that Satrou be the one to have pups next. So in Satoru fashion, adopted three pups in his and your name. Zenin and Gojo Clan giving up after that.

Imagine during you're pregnancy Satoru starts to get close to you, realizing he doesn't need to hold a grudge over you since you're also a victim of your own clan. Slowly spoiling you and gushing over you and your pregnant belly. Slowly he and Suguru fuss over you and the new pups in the house.

It's a werid arrangement but you could complain since now you have a happy pack.

[cloudedcurses]

How do you think Gojo spoils his partner? Gifts, affection, anything they want?

Dating Gojo will include:

⥽ an: I decided to make this request or maybe a head-cannon? I dunno, I think my answer will get through a bit easier. I'm also scratching the surface here. It'll include so much more. ᡣ𐭩

⥽ incls: S.Gojo,ᡣ𐭩.

ᝰ incls cursing. 18+ MDNI

I have mentioned this before: He is a crazy strong sorcerer with unlimited abilities. If you've seen the show, you'd know he teases people who are of a lower rank than him—essentially everyone.

He does tease you... a lot. He loves to play pranks on you, from a tack in your chair to a random picture of a penis in your pocket he drew for you personally. (He may include poor Megumi in his shenanigans...) Satrou's childhood was shredded the second he was born. Before he could even walk, he had a bounty and was a target.

He didn't have much of a childhood. From training too perfect the six-eyes to constantly being the strongest and beholding that said standard. So, with this...when you two go on a date, the dates may be more on the childish side. Maybe a date to an amusement park, the circus, or something along those lines. He's a cannon gamer, so there's a chance he'd take you to a gaming cafe or an arcade. You will never have to pay for anything. Every date will be covered completely by him, him alone. When it comes to you, money doesn't matter to him, your happiness does. Mall dates are his favorite, going window shopping alone gives him a rush and dumps on his savior ego.

He watches you precisely, checking your body language because he knows when something has caught your attention. Before you can even ask to go into the store, he leads you right inside and sits by the dressing room. He loves watching you wear things. He enjoys seeing the boost of confidence it gives you, how you spin and strike a pose in the mirror, accepting that said item looks good on you before you ask for his opinion. Satoru is an honest man, if something looks bad on you, he'd tell you flat out. He scrunches up and shakes his head, holding his nose as if it stinks or something childishly along the lines. When something looks fantastic on you, It's purchased immediately. He sees into the dressing room with his six eyes, knowing good and well it looks good and already buying it before you can attempt to buy it yourself.

Now, Your Amazon wishlist? Brought.

He did that when you two were simply dating, before even being official.

He found your Amazon wishlist one night and purchased everything.

Imagine your surprise to have packages keep coming to your place back to back for either a week or close to a year.

Car issues? Gone.

The second your car starts to give you issues, he buys you a new one. Make it easier for him and point to a car that you'd like to have..' one day'. I'd like to mention trips as well. You don't go to Kyoto, but you go everywhere else. Paris, France. Seoul, South Korea. (Briefly) New York City, USA. London, England.

Places you've heard of and some you haven't. All you'd never ever imagine yourself going to.

He's your white knight that saves you from the darkness of the world.

If you've got a sweet tooth, you've got bonus points too.

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Alright, Imma rip off the bandaid here. I'm a believer that Gojo would date someone who's slightly bigger than him, someone's a fan of sweets just like him. He practically needs it to just..exist. Unless you've got a strict diet or high metabolism, You're gonna gain weight around him while he's a lanky man. He also fancies things with you that you'd be surprised he'd want.

He wants to fuck you on a moutain of money, seeing the dollars cling to your sweaty skin.

He also wishes to fuck you on a bunch of gold. Bricks, coins, and more...he wants to see your blissful reflection on a brick of gold, pleading for more. The next thing? He wants to fuck you with candy around! Those candy bikinis or gummy panties? He wants you in it the second he sees it.

Chocolate syrup, gummy syrup or caramel.The taste of you is sweetened by the taste of candy. There's nothing better to him. Gojo has a high libido and stamina. He goes for hours and maybe longer, he gives you his all...showing you just how powerful he is to you. You think it's over...just for him to come back for more. Your body is his ultimate addiction. He uses sweets to keep him powerful and his mind sharp...but you? You are the best sweet in his life.

Just know, even with the strongest you get to experience, very few get to see...and that's when he's the weakest. After the sun is in the sky, peeking through the curtains of his expensive penthouse in the massive city. You see just how adorable he is...and admire him for just a little while.