#gojo satoru smut

[screampied]

#RAW! NEXT QUESTION?

☆ sum. ain’t nothin’ like ditching the condom for the very first time! get in loser, he’s going shopping raw. sukuna, toji, ijichi, nanami, gojo, geto, choso.

warnings. fem! reader, protected -> unprotected, raw, cult leader! geto, switch choso, condom breaks, ęxhibitionism (geto), overstim, bulges, big dicks yum, slight mommy kink, spanks, whiny feral men, dirty talk, dumbification, sqúirting, brief cunnīlingus, bręeding, slutting them out, praise.

✩ ˛˚ . IJICHI KIYOTAKA.

“o- oh, ohhh,” ijichi stammers, pushing back the fogged lens of his glasses. as a hand awkwardly grips onto your waist tightly, ijichi takes a second to swallow down a long, anxious gulp. the minute he snatched his condom off - he was just so needy. the lower part of his lip quivers as his eyes zero down at your body.

and fuuck, your pussy’s just leaking, continuously dripping as it hovers over his sanguine-colored tip. he’s letting off subtle sharp grunts as you give your impatient hips a tiny taunting wriggle. “mngh- you want me to go in-” and he pauses, dramatically gulping again. “… raw?”

“mhm, ‘jichi baby,” you’d bite back a moan, feeling his curious hands grab toward your jouncing breasts. this always happened, ijichi was supposed to be doing paperwork. he’s had so many supplementary tasks and duties that had a strict deadline, and yet here he was - doing you instead of doing his paperwork. not that he complained at all though. widened, almond-shaped eyes watched as you brought two fingers towards your sopping pussy, spreading it apart just above his tip. “inside,” and teasingly, you took off his glasses, putting them over your own eyes. “can you do that for me?”

“hah- yes mommy- ahem- my love, i mean.”

“did you jus’ call me mommy?” you chaff, bringing a kiss toward the hooked bridge of his nose. with his glasses now off - you saw a good glimpse of ijichi’s face and he’s never felt more flustered. he didn’t mind whenever you took control, although - whenever you did, he had a bit of a habit of quickly submitting.

“did i?” he coyly cheeses, a tear of sweat racing down the side of his thin brow. ijichi moans, bringing his tip towards the outer part of your cunt. sloppily, he smudges his drooling wet cockhead against your heat before gulping for the third time. “can.. can you blame me though? you’re so wet that it’s makin’ me.. heh- slip over my wor- oh my-” ijichi shakily breathes, feeling your hand wrap around his thick cock.

a thumb of yours softly scrapes down the loose skin before colliding against a single, prodding vein. excitedly, it pulses at your touch - and you hummed, aligning the swollen head against your pussy. “mgh- so.. so big, ijichi,” you’d gasp out, still wearing his glasses. he stares at you, his dick twitching at the sight - how cute you looked while wearing them and how his glasses were so close to slipping off the bridge of your nose.

“fuck- ‘s okay, jus’ keep goin’ inside me,” and he mutely gasps, ogling as your hands cup underneath both of your bare tits. “can you.. hah- do that for me?”

“mhm,” he moans, his head already lowering to bury between your chest. if there was anything ijichi loved, it was your pretty perked breasts bouncing in front of his face. he loved to run the tip of his sticky tongue ‘round your sensitive nipples, slurp after slurp popping away from his thin-lined lips.

unhurriedly, his cock’s still making its way inside you, and he grumbles, feeling your hands ruffling through his slickly parted hair. “so mngh- perfect, my dove-”

with a single hand - you’re bringing him closer toward your chest, biting your lip as you’re trying to adjust to the incoming thiiiick stretch. without the condom like usual—it feels a lot more wet, a lot more… raw.

your pristine slickness was taking ijichi by surprise—and he inhales hoarsely, feeling your cunt splash its wetness all over his base. after just a few inches inside of you, ijichi already knew he wasn’t gonna last. he’s a big guy - and his dick stretched you out in all the right ways despite how he wasn’t even fully bottomed out yet. it felt like he was though, and you’re already impatient, craving clamping around all girthy nth-inches.

“f- fuck-” you’d mewl out weakly, still feeling the flicks of his hot tongue swirl around the center of your tender nipples. his lashes were closed—and he was letting off muffled moans once he felt the clamoring loud slam of your ass plop onto his lap. a single bounce and he’s spasming underneath you. you whimpered, hurling your arms around him before feeling his tip gingerly slap its way against your beating g-spot.

a hidden coil trapped deeply within your stomach tightens—and you’re letting off sweet, needy ‘ooh’ ‘s and ‘ah’ ‘s continuously. as ijichi’s rosy lips were puckered, he’s still merrily taking turns at sucking each of your pretty breasts while looking up at you. “ ‘jichi, baby- fuckk, i- i feel something comin'- don’t stoppp-”

“haah- ‘course, m’love,” he resumes to wetly swirl his tongue over both sensitive nipples. so sweet. he’s roughly sucking against each, releasing wet popping sounds from his lips before a free hand squeezes your ass. ijichi’s bottomed out now, and his heart’s damn near beating out of his chest.

he got off to your pleasure, and every few seconds—darkened, dilated irises would glance back up toward you.

ijichi’s been inside you tons of times, but never raw. and he’s had his inexperienced moments for sure—but to say he was a quick learner was surely an understatement. as his lips were securely cupped around each one of your tits, he brings a hand toward the crack of your thighs. you’re practically cockwarming him, and you start to feel a familiar elated feeling brewing ‘n brewing up inside of you.

it didn’t take long before your thighs fiercely shook, and you’re whimpering at the stimulation of him tending to your breasts and now smearing a thumb around your twitching, sensitive clit. “ijichi- oh!” you’d squeal out suddenly, shuddering over his lap once you finally burst.

all it took was for his thumb to toy with your cunt and his fatly-shaped tip to prod against your beloved g-spot one more time for you to break. what comes abruptly was how you ended up gushing literally - squirting a dewy geyser all down between your legs, soaking his cock from the inside. your face blissfully falls in pleasure, and you’re letting off the prettiest orgasm as you hear ijichi mumble a faint, cheeky ‘oh wow’ against your ear.

“ngh!” your body slumps into his chest, feeling every muscle that made up your thighs grow numb. your pussy’s just soaking him - and you’re whining the entire time, feeling his lips pop away from your lustrous tits. ijichi’s matching the rushed pants of your breathing as he wraps an arm around you, feeling your body shiver. “f- fuck, fuck- fuuuck-”

as his hefty dick’s still inside of you—ijichi’s chest deflates in ‘n out, and he’s clenching his jaw at the imagery of actually cumming inside of you. he wasn’t too worried about his finish though because he’s bringing a kiss toward the crown of your head as beads of sweat tore down all sides of his forehead.

“hah- did i … do that, m’love?” he breathlessly asks, guiding a hand between your legs that had a literal waterfall pouring down your sticky inner thighs. you’re entirely out of breath, and as you cutely tried to put his fogged glasses back on his face, ijichi hummed.

“y- yeah-” you whined, still feeling the pangs of pleasure surge through every part of your body. ijichi’s throbbing tip pulses against your clit causes you to let off another candied whimper.

panting heavily, ijichi brings a hand toward your chin before gripping it. “o… ohh,” and he sneaks a single wet kiss against your lips. you moaned at his minty taste before feeling him gingerly lift you from his cock, bending you over his unkempt, messy desk. your chest lands over his scattered piles of papers—and ijichi stands up, swatting a hand against the bare cheek of your ass.

the harsh slap! brings you straight back to reality, and you gasped. “mmgh-” ijichi re-positions his crooked glasses one more time, feeling his dick twitch at the pretty sight of you happily arching for him over his desk.

with a low, needy gruff — ijichi’s cockhead sliiides a zigzag line down the front of your pussy before feeling you trying to squeeze against nothing but air. “hah-” he inhales sharply, and you gasped before feeling his hand gently snake around your neck. bringing two lengthy fingers towards your sopping cunt, ijichi’s voice slightly pitched before he gives your folds a teasing spank.

“let’s.. do that again, my love. wanna.. haah- see how much wetter you can get,” and he clears his throat, placing a trail of wet kisses down your spine.

“heh- for you know- research purposes.”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“don’t say such foolish things when you’re already this soaked,” sukuna prowled, swatting the flat part of his palm against your cunt.

you whimpered at the instant impact, seeing your tummy heave in and out through your peripherals as you lay on your back. on sukuna’s king-sized bed, he had you in the middle with your legs widely spread like an eagle’s wings. “tch. nasty little girl, never thinkin’ with your brain-”

he continued gruffly, his balmy-red tip maneuvering a few translucently wet shapes around the entrance of your heat. you’re so slick, and he hisses at the unkempt warmth that occurs on his crownhead before spanking your throbbing nub thrice. “always thinkin’ with your pussy, ‘n now you want me to go in raw, hm?”

“kuna.. pleaaaase-”

each ricocheting slap he creates against your slick-running folds has you biting your lip. “fine,” he grumbles, the head of his rounded plump shaft turning an angry beat red. the plastic material of the condom that’s snugly fit ‘round his cock gets pulled off by his hand. you’re moaning - mewling, feeling the parched rawness of his dick smearing down your puffed entrance. instantly, your thighs become shakier than ever, and you’re biting back an incoming moan once he’s easing his way inside.

“god- so fuckin’ warm inside, hah-” sukuna rumbles through whetted bared fangs, a few of his sharp nails piercing into the torrid, warm flesh of your skin. you’re just lying flat on your back the entire time, whimpering as his cursed cock’s just soppingly sinking itself through your tightening walls. his tip alone was big, and you’re letting off drafty gasps of air because of the sultry-hot feeling. “mngh- that’s it, girl. clench around me, use that wet pussy to suck me i- in, fuuuck-”

sukuna gets rudely cut off from the slimy loud plaps of your folds slickly suffocating every thick inch. he’s for once speechless - and you could hear his rasped breaths quicken the longer he spends inside rummaging through your walls. sukuna’s capped tip was thoroughly stuffed inside of your cunt before he’s feeling that familiar pulse arise. “ugh- so fuckin’ wet- pussy’s more.. hah- evil than i thought,” he groans, the lower half of his slim torso stiffening.

“mgnh- fuck, ‘kuna,” you’d wheeze out, feeling his weighty cock reach deep deep deep. he’s not even moving his hips and yet it feels like he’s just plowing straight into you. sukuna’s huge, and the crown of his shaft alone was enough to cause your poor legs to tremble. within seconds—your breaths became more and more shallow as your mind’s just being turned into pure gooey mush. “that’s it, baby, press down on my tummy hngh-”

“don’t tell me what ‘ta do,” he grumps, but his palm lands on top of your stomach anyway. there, he feels the faint protruding bulge rub against the center of his hand and he grunts. riotously, sukuna’s hips were just shaking, and he felt like if he’d give you just one more thrust - oh, he’d cum.

it’s a looot different than having the rubber on. he feels how hot you were, how ridiculously sopping wet you were - how fuckin’ raw you felt from the very inside. it makes him nip at the bottom of his lip with his fang, cherry eyes leisurely rolling back in feral awe. “ ‘m gonna cum, not gonna laaaast- ugh.”

sukuna’s head tosses itself back and he lets off a loud growling prowl, the slick warmth of your pussy making him nearly slip out of you. with a slippery, wet grip that you had—sukuna wasn’t sure if he was gonna last long.

“mmh- running away already, sukuna?” your moan, a bratty giggle flying past your glossed-puckered lips once his cerise gaze falls upon you. sukuna’s intently glaring, but his expression quickly shifts once his fat tip strikes a single, sloppy hit against your g-spot not once, not twice but thrice.

third time’s the charm, and he’s just ceaselessly slamming the huge, bulky crown of his cockhead against that same tender spot. doing so causes you both to let off the sweetest, lewdest moans in utter unison.“f- fuuuck,” you’d hum, bringing your hands to fondle your bouncing tits.

you continued to lie underneath him, staring at the demon on top of you that was sweating bullets. his pace was simply relentless, and he’s grunting at each slapping pound he creates effortlessly with his keen hips.

“ugh- ‘m cumming, ‘m fuckin’ cummin” sukuna growled, his heavy body clumsily flopping onto yours. coincidentally enough, you ended up finishing too, and your sweetened, high-pitch moans were just music to his ears. “fuck, fuck, f- fuck-”

sukuna grumbles muffled swears into your neck as he slowly but surely pops a hot, velvety knot inside of your cunt. your legs wrapped around his waist, and you’re whimpering as his hips sync against your own. “hngh- sukunaaa,” and the way you squealed his name off your tongue had his cock twitching for more. your thighs quavered with pure anticipation, and you felt your chest steadily heave in and out against sukuna’s sweaty pecs that lay against you. “s- so fuuullll-” you’d let off a prolonged whine, tilting your head once his fangs cutely nip against your skin.

your high felt just as brutal - and as a crashing wave of endorphins released all down your body, he could feel you spasming underneath him. your cunt was even more clingy than you were, its tight gripping hug making him snarl a faint whimper into your neck.

“ugh- you ‘n this… f- fuckin’ cursed pussy,” sukuna shakily murmured, still buried balls deep. he’s been finished filling you up, and you could feel him sniffing down your neck. sukuna’s body violently shakes with yours, and he’s hissing off swears before feeling a few pasty-white droplets of cum dribble down your thighs. “mngh- can’t feel my legs, ugh-”

“you know, for the king of curses, you sure do whine a lot-”

“s.. shut the fuck up and … hold me.”

✩ ˛˚ . SATORU GOJO.

with satoru — he’s a freak.

his favorite thing to do was to finish inside of you raw before lapping it right up. satoru’s bright, sparkly lashes flutter at every pausing jiffy as you’re hovering over his face with those pretty wet legs of yours spread open . . fuckin’ . . wide.

such … a … sight.

“mgh- c’mere you..” he pouts, snaking a hand around your waist before lolling out the flat of his tongue.

it’s a hot pink - colored and almost a vibrant shade of strawberry before it flicks a slippery stripe down your puffed slit. you’re so full - he’s filled you with clods ‘n clods of bubbly ropes so much that a bit of frothy residue started to stream down the middle part of your pussy. it’s such a filthy view, and he moans at the bittersweet taste of himself dripping onto his buds alone.

“f- fuck, ‘toru-” you’d whimper, your quavering knees positioned against each side of his head. with your legs sprawled into the letter ‘v’ — you’re slowly starting to rock against his chin. “mhm- lick me clean, baby. good boy.”

“don’t .. fwah- call me that.” satoru slurps, white brows cutely tugging into a stubborn furrow. stubborn even with his mouth full.

gnawing the inside of your gummed cheek like it was bubble gum, you let off a faint, quivering whine once you feel his teeth playfully nibble towards your cute ‘lil twitching clit. “hah- i’ll call you whatever i want since you’re underneath me pretty boy.” you tease, reaching a hand in his hair. tousled, snowy tresses tangled between your fingers as you kept riding his face, seeing that permanent pouty glower on satoru’s sheeny lips.

“pft,” he scoffs, iced pupils rolling straight to the back of his cranium before he spits on your cunt. he’s making you even messier—letting you, dampen his chin with a mixture of your treacly essence and his coarse, creamy mess.

the way satoru’s dewy cum dribbled between your thighs had him grunt against your folds, and he’s even creeping a hand toward his throbbing cock to calm himself. you hovered over his face alone had him turned on.

“fuuuck, keep ridin’ my face like that then, yeah,” satoru huffs breathlessly, a sweaty open palm starting to give his shaft a few solid pumps. from the tannish-pink sides, his dick’s just tearing away with pathetic tears of cum. he’s smokily groaning repeatedly once he’s touching himself at the taste of you - the mere thought of you, and it only makes his tongue flick against your pussy faster..

you’re whimpering as your poor thighs continued to quiver, and the grip on satoru’s ruffled hair never loosened. in fact, it tightens—and you’re grinding your hips against his face at a much more sloppy speed. “hng- such a nasty girl with a.. hah- even nastier pussy,” satoru murmurs faintly against your weeping slit, your constant moving making his words sound muffled. he’s trying to keep up his haughty persona but it fails immediately the second he feels himself preparing to cum … again.

you knew it too - because satoru whimpers, watching doe-eyed as you suddenly got up, plopping your dripping cunt right back down against the pearly tip of his cock. “ ‘toru baby, ngh- you should finish inside,” and he’s just so impatient. the swollen head of satoru’s shaft was a claret red and it turned even redder the more you aligned his tip against the opening of your slobbering folds. in response—your pussy spits out cute, wet pop sounds at the unstable movements of you trying to tease him even further. “mngh- fill me up again.”

“w- when you ask like that, ‘m gonna wanna propose to you next,” he pouts, the entire lower half of his body growing limp. he’s so tender - so hot, and it was like your pussy had him on a leash. satoru groans, wrapping a shaky hand around his lanky cock before swallowing thickly. “fuck, f- fuck, better… hah- take every drop then, princess. take it all like a good- ngh!”

before satoru could even attempt to finish his sentence—he’s cut off by the wet, sticky sounds that are currently occurring between your legs. glancing down with blurred, merely crossed peripherals, he’s slowly leaking from his strawberry-colored frenulum.

satoru’s blushing cockhead unhurriedly disappears its way between the slick of your flaps as he cums - hard.

thin, streaky ropes hotly ooze inside of you as you hover over his shuddering body, hearing his breathing patterns rapidly pick up. “god- aren’t you just a pretty th- fuck!”

satoru gets interrupted once you started to bounce your hips—damn near giving him a heart attack as he’s still cumming deep inside you. it’s runny, gluey ribbons that flood inside of you to where your cute thighs couldn’t help but quake over his legs. “mgh- keep fillin’ me up, ‘toru,” you’d whine, sliding your hands up his bare, glistening chest. wide, shimmery blue eyes stare into your eyes before he’s whining, feeling the sharp power of your pussy raw.

he always thought he was the strongest - but apparently, that wasn’t the case ‘cause your cunt had him entirely beat.

“mhm-” you’d cooingly hum, leaning your body up close and personal, stealing a kiss on his twitching, crimsoned lips. “c’mon, satoru. don’t s- stop cumming inside-” you’d whine, the slapping rough weight of your wobbly hips making his cerulean-pretty eyes roll fully back.

he’s stuffing you full - popping in nothing more than a thick, miry load before he melts at your touch. your hand wraps around his neck before you kiss near his chin, huffing breathlessly against his jaw. “can you be a good boy for me ‘n do that?”

gulping, satoru’s scarred hands grab at the fat globes of your rotating ass before he eagerly nods. “y- yes,” and while he’s still pouring in a fresh, hot batch of cum inside you, satoru whimpers once your lips sharply crash against his. “i’ll be your good boy, h- heh-”

✩ ˛˚ . SUGURU GETO.

“all of you, eyes on her ‘n only her,” geto throatily grumbles, one hand permanently glued to the left side of your waist.

darkened eyes scan the room to see his followers silently watching - bowing before their feared leader and his precious, favorite pet..

you told geto many months ago that you always had a fantasy of him fucking you in front of his cult, and now - he was more than happy to make your filthy ‘lil wish come true. you were honestly surprised he even remembered. but oh, he did, and he made sure that all eyes were on you, especially his other favorite ‘girl’ he’d like to occasionally mention that was located right between the arc of your legs.

“hng- fuck,” you’d moan, feeling the silky cloth of his cottony robe bristle against your skin. you’re straddling him with your back turned, and your bare cunt’s just slobbering all over his cherry-red tip. everyone was just gawking at you intently, remaining quiet as your sweet carnal sounds echoed through the thin walls of the building.

“wet girl,” he lowly purrs - his tone dripping with lecherous desire. you’re feeling every immense stretch, nearly drooling from the corners of your mouth once you felt the cult leader’s scarred hands lift your teetering hips. “mngh- good girl, show ‘em how loud this pussy can get for me,” and geto’s thumbing a digit down your dripping nub.

inch after inch - you’re nearly choking on your breaths before feeling his free hand wrap around your throat. you’re moaning, leaning back against his chest as your ass noisily slams into his chiseled pelvis. geto groans instantly, tickling the bare of your exposed shoulder with the ends of his trimmed, black strands. “fuuuck- s’ big, sugu-” you’d mewl out, his thick cock eliciting all types of salaciously, harmonious sounds from your mouth and between your thighs.

the grip you had on him made him groan, rubbing a thumb lovingly against the middle part of your throat. in a way - it’s most soothing. geto’s thumb swirls in circles—just like how your hips were moving, ‘round and ‘round until your pussy’s dizzy. his followers continue to stare at the ribald scene in front of them, a few appalled gasps leaving some mouths.

“she’s greedy today, no?” he breathes, turning your chin lightly to face in front of him. the same thumb swiftly swipes over an incoming string of saliva that was preparing to drip down the crack of your lips before he snickers. “mgh- you’re gettin’ even wetter from this, aren’t cha, sweetheart? right in front of my pests, this turns you on, hm?”

“y- yesss,” you’d whimper with a desperate nod, your pathetic words sounding more dragged out as his cock continued to plow into your slick core. while geto sat on his notorious chair, you’re on top—working your rocky hips after each barbaric, wet bounce. he feels you start to pivot, and his shaft meanly pounds a single thrust near your gummy g-spot.

“sugu!” you’d shriek out, the sudden belting note making your dry throat turn even drier. you swallowed, pausing between strained breaths as your ass continued to move. “right there- pleaseplease, right fuckin’ there.”

“dirty fuckin’ mouth you have, girl,” geto snarls, bringing a wet kiss toward the side of your cheek. you’re whimpering, inaudible words cutely forming into pure gibberish before his tip starts to hit your g-spot again. this time though - it’s intentional, and he’s showering your pulsating spot with a bundle of wet smooches.

ruinously, his cock pummels its way through your insides as your thighs slapped against his. you’re so stupid from geto’s dick that you didn’t even care about the little audience in front of you both. not only that - but you forgot that they were even there..

if he kept hitting you there - you were sure you were gonna cum, not just cum but cum hard too.

and so was geto, because even though you weren’t even looking at him, you could almost hear his jaw clenching, every muscle in his mandible tensing. “hah- gettin’ close, are we?” and his voice starting to turn shaky. he overestimated your cunt — mistake one.

you’re putting all of your weight into your buckled knees as your ass threw itself around in a hypnotic circle. you’re sucking in all girthy inches, his fleshy crown trying to desperately live inside of your warm, welcoming pussy. you ferociously nod your head, softened whiny ‘mmmh’ ‘s leaving your lips before he spanks your wet, full entrance. “sorry, pretty girl. ‘m gonna need to hear ya, ‘n i’m not talkin’ about her right now.”

“ ‘m gonna.. gonna cum, suguru- ‘m gonna cummm,” you swallowed, bringing a shaky, clammy hand toward his meaty thigh for leverage. geto’s right with you, his high quickly approaching and he’d poking his tongue inside of his cheek. your hips were just brutal - and the mental image of him finishing inside of you for once had him grunting against your ear. “hah- inside, inside sugu please.”

“ugh- take it then,” he grumbles, both hands grabbing onto your thighs now. you’re rocking against his lap - vigorous slam after slam nearly giving you whiplash before his swollen head’s just attacking your g-spot with even sloppier precise hits. it’s so wet, and you’re panting—feeling his cold, parted lips attack the side of your neck with kisses. “show these insects how much of me you can take inside this pretty, hungry cunt- fuck-”

long, stringy ribbons of cum shoot inside you merely seconds later as your legs cutely collapse on top of him. geto’s robe continued to prick against your skin as you wriggled against his lap, feeling him dump such a hot batch of cum inside of you. stubby, callused fingertips curl around your throat again as you whimper, feeling his free hand spank your pussy.

“atta girl. saved so much for you, s- soooo much,” he stammers, his flushed tip stiffly poking near your clit. he spills out a lot, and your legs quaked as your droopy, half-open eyes focused back toward his followers.

wide-eyed ‘n all - not a single peep came from them, and they continued to bow their heads while some sat on their knees obediently, witnessing their leader with his favorite cum-dump of a pet.

“s- suguuu-” you gasped, your eyes rolling once he smears a thumb down your sopping slit, sticky webs of cum gluing against his plump digit. geto’s cock was so big, but his load spilling inside you was even bigger. your stuffed insides hugged around him tight, and he’s sucking his teeth whilst still overflowing your pussy with more buttery ropes.

“good ��� little thing,” geto hums darkly - entirely out of breath. moving a few sticky, black tresses from the temple of his forehead. as you’re still straddling him with your back facing his chest, geto gifts your spewing wet folds with yet another spank, and his hooded eyes glance toward his obedient audience. “quite the show you put on,” and geto steadies your hips with both roughly-textured hands, making you sit upright on his fat cock before purring seductively into your ear.

“heh- but don’t get tired of me now, sweetheart,” you whined, feeling him pat your squelching cunt.

“think this pretty ‘lil cunt could use a bit more training,” and geto’s half-lidded eyes glance toward his followers, bringing a wet kiss toward your cheek. “mwah- this is just the beginning, sweetheart.”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO.

the first time nanami goes in raw - he gets addicted instantly.

one minute he’s showering your tummy with a trail of kisses and the next - he’s got you in a beloved mating press. nanami gets feral, and the moment he’s feeling you slickly trying to barrel all huge nth inches of his cock, that’s it.

“ugh- so warm for me,” he grumbled, staring at your body that’s oh-so stiff. your legs were raised from each side as his shaft’s just stuffed inside of your overflowed pussy. it’s dribbling with gooey, white masses of cum and you felt like you were about to burst any minute.

literally and physically.

nanami slows himself down, biting his lip once he feels the sludgy rawness of your perspiring heat stick against his weighty base.

“mng- fuck, careful now.. if i stay in this position any longer, i.. hah- might just get you pregnant, honey.”

“do ittt,” the risqué words quickly spilled from your lips as your fingernails dragged a path down the center of his back. nanami’s muscles bulged, and he couldn’t help but sloppily rock his way into your core with just a single jerk of his hips.

you wanted it - hell, you wanted him.

you wanted nanami to fill you to the very brim until he’s entirely milked out—until he’s got no more to feed your poor, starving cunt. the more he huskily rambled to you about just loving to see you, his pretty ‘lil housewife with a round, plump tummy, the more you started to whine against the soft, pointed shell of his ear.

“hic- ‘ken, do it. fuck me, fill me up pleaaase,” and he shudders, feeling the pad of your thumb playfully running a straight line down his fading undercut. nanami’s cock was just so thick ‘n fat, and he doesn’t even have to move to feel you already clenching internally.

“ngh- so hot inside, goddd-” nanami stammers, and while he’s pounding into you raw - he’s still partially clothed. his baggy slacks were lazily pulled down, hitting near his ankles with his button-up tickling against your skin.

as he’s fucking you deep, churning your gummy insides flawlessly like how one would churn butter, you lightly give his checkered tie a cute pull. sweating profusely on his forehead, nanami leans in—thinking he’s about to kiss you, but instead - his lips clumsily land against your nose. “mng- oh, sweetheart. you know how to.. hah- ruin me. ‘m gonna fill you up so good, ugh-”

“c’mon, kento,” you’d whimper, giving his tie an even tighter pull. without question—there was no denying that your pussy had him on a leash. a gripping hold that even left him speechless, damn near drooling.

nanami uses two veiny hands to shove your knees toward the center of your breasts. his balls never felt so full - they’re well rounded and swollen, slickly covered with dewdrops of pre-cum and your slick as he continued to pounce back ‘n forth against your body. “haah- hold me, hold me.. hic- sweethe- fuck.”

you cup his face with both hands, tenderly stroking two thumbs down each side of his hollowed sucked-in cheeks. nanami’s eyes were a dirty color of lust, and he was even whimpering at your touch. it’s quiet - but you heard it, and he’s giving your pussy its last final thrusts before he’s reached his racy peak.

he’s cumming hard, and as he sprays a slimy, gloppy load inside of you, his brain short-circuits. your pussy’s got him glitching literally - and nanami growls out a small, ‘ohhh fuckk’ once he starts to hear the mess ooze inside of you rawly.

“ngh- ‘ken,” you moan, feeling your walls involuntarily close up around you. he’s stuffed you full, and nanami’s hips shimmy slightly before his mushroomy tip pushes his dribbling cum even further inside of you - stopping it from leaking out.

he shushes you with his lips, finally—running his tongue against yours as his body’s careful not the crush you. shared, labored moans fall into each other’s mouths and you wrapped your arms around nanami’s torso. “f- fuck, that’s it- good,” you warbled between kisses, your legs still shoved to the front of your chest. nanami’s nearly frozen - yet he’s still pumping you full of sticky, viscous cum that starts to nastily pour between the pried cracks of your legs.

“s.. so messy, you … made me a messy husband,” nanami grunts, his voice so shaky that it gradually turns into a whimper. you’re chasing breaths right with him, and as your legs squeezed around his waist, you rubbed your ankle around his back in taunting circles. “ugh- you.. hah- really know how to ruin me, sweetheart.”

“kento-” you pouted, still hearing the wet, squelching sounds of him pumping such thick, sappy amounts of cum inside of you. nanami rubs the band of his wedding ring up and down the bare skin of your tummy, feeling you impatiently writhe underneath him. “don’t- don’t stop, fill me up again.”

nanami dryly chuckles—bringing a tender kiss toward the edge of your lips before delicately pulling his aching flaccid cock out. it’s a dark shade of coral-red from the very tip, and his frenulum felt like it was on fire.

tiny remnants of cum continued to spit out down the veiny sides before he bedaubs the head against your sticky pussy. pop after pop and he grunts, staying silent for a moment to hear the mess you made him create. “heh- my wife’s just never satisfied, hm?”

as he’s still gently thwacking the head of his flushed, wet cock against your slobbering folds, nanami starts to align himself back in. you’re clinging onto his tense shoulders, mewling out pathetic sobs of his name before preparing for that same, fat stretch.

“mngh- open up for me again then- that’s it, gooood- good girl,” nanami whispers hoarsely against your neck, kissing down your jugular. “you’re gonna make me the happiest daddy, sweetheart,” and you moaned, hearing the familiar plap of his shaft sliding its way inside of you once more.

as he’s gradually fucking his slippery, hot cum back inside of you after each raw thrust—nanami pushes one of your knees back up toward your chest before kissing the bridge of your nose.

“ ‘n i’m gonna make you the… hah- prettiest mommy, all for me.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO.

“mgh- baby, your pussy’s gonna fuckin’ melt my dick,” choso groans, surprising the left side of your jawline with open-mouthed, sultry kisses.

it’s sticky, and he whines once the tip of his cock’s just crying against your cute pulsating nub. its pulses were almost akin to heartbeats, each thump! more dramatic than the next.

it feels like forever - time steadies, holding still as if it was taunting choso and he moans against your neck.

he hears the wet biiiiig stretch of your pussy once he’s wetly inserting himself inside. you’re holding his shaft hostage practically as your arms wrap around him. “ngh- so f- fuckin’ big, ‘cho,” you’d hum, pressing hot lips to kiss away his quivering chastened pout. “hah- ‘s like with the condom off you’re even bigger.”

“really?” choso paws a handful of your ass, eyelids trying oh-so-hard to not close themselves shut.

he looked so pretty like this - already pronounced cunt-drunk and you weren’t even riding him for that long. ridden, gripping skin pierces against each other all at once and it’s got every one of choso’s senses heightened. “heh- ‘m glad you think so,” he hiccups, growing a bit of a big head.

as he’s fully plugged in with every thick inch, choso brings both hands toward the edges of your ass before you heard a loud smack. it stings for just a millisecond and you let off a gasp before you’re starting to bounce.

“god, you’re so h- hot,” choso draws in various husky breaths, sucking his teeth at the brutal adequate force of both hips leisurely clashing. “mngh- ride my dick, baby. make me feel fuckin’ good. show me.. hah- what those pretty hips are made for-”

“choso, spank me again,” you’d cutely whimper, the speed of your hips instantly picking up. all of your gummed barriers clenched around the entirety of his length and you nip a soft nibble near his chin. “hng- i like it when you act nasty.”

“do you?” choso sheepishly grins - his lopsided smile haltingly morphing into a smirk. he’s still got big, callused hands that grabbed at your rotating ass before he spanks it… again.

the direct smack against your rear makes you moan and that made choso’s dick twitch from the inside. you felt it too, ‘cause your legs ended up nearly giving out at that exact moment.

“f- fuckk, ‘m startin’ to see why you wanted for us to try goin’ raw,” and as the lust-filled thrusts continue to create plop sounds in the background, choso starts to bounce his thigh to make his hits hit even more rigorously inside of you. “feels soooo hah- good. hips gonna k- kill me, oh- shit.”

each time your thighs loudly slap against choso’s, he’s spanking your ass harder. its a brief sting, and he could hear your cute ‘lil breaths picking up the more you moved. he’s thick - stretching you out from the inside after each, sloppy thrust and you’re just whimpering into his neck.

“ ‘cho- chosoooo~” you’d whine, running the sticky tip of your tongue all around the edge of his neck. both clamoring bodies continued to move and sync, and that’s when he’s starting to grab your hips, making you slam your cunt up ‘n down his cock at a much more hastened pace.

you feel him everywhere—tickling your pulsating g-spot with his tip before surprising it with wet kisses. “fuck- fuuuck, ‘m gonna cummm- ‘m gonna fill you.. hah- right up,” and he pauses, bringing raw-bitten lips toward the edge of your chin. “c.. can i, baby?”

“mhm-” you instantly replied, gasping as choso’s scarred, thick hands resumed to guide your ass. he’s helping you bounce on his cock, giving a bit of your jouncing flesh a playful squeeze. your cunt’s just greedy - swallowing every inch while dampening the entirety of his cock with your syrupy slick. “inside ‘cho- you can.. cum inside-”

“ugh- meltin’ me so good, fuckk-” he snarls, burly arm wrapping around your torso. as weak as your thighs were, you continued to swerve ‘n jolt your bestial hips against choso’s lap. he’s covered with sweat too, and he’s feeling his tip preparing to shoot a hot, sticky load right inside of you raw. choso’s fantasized about this exact scenario maybe more than once or twice.

fuck- just being able to stuff you full, feed your sloppy, greedy cunt with his seed - a dream.

a dream that was very much about to cum true..

because barely seconds passed before choso’s shooting blanks - white, velvety blanks that quickly started to pour inside of your pussy. it’s feeling so hot - and his arms remain wrapped around you, making sure every drop slithers inside. you’re gasping, wriggling a bit on his lap as you feel him giving you such a stuffing load. it's so much that you were sure a bit of cum sprayed a slimy path towards your womb.

“hngh-” choso gutturally groans against your neck, not once releasing his grip around your torso. he’s holding you tight while ribbony ropes continued to flood your cunt. his capped tip remains stilled between your salivating folds before he gasps. “mngh- baby, took it so good.” choso rasps, his voice so low it sounded like a mere grumble.

your legs remained wrapped ‘round his waist like a ribbon on a present before you sighed. it’s a content sigh, and as he’s filled you to the very brim with a gooey, thick load, you brought quivering, wet lips up to his. choso’s struggling to breathe let alone blink, and his lips fail to hit against yours. instead, they land near your nose and he moans.

“f- fuck, ‘m still…. hah- cumming-” choso grunts against your lips, and you let off a soft squeak once choso made you turn your body around.

as he’s still sloppily shoved inside of you with globules of milky, white cum dribbling from your cracked inner thighs—choso makes your back face him. through shaky, unsteady breaths of his own, he’s using two broad arms to slowly lift your legs. “c- choso-” you’d whine, leaning back against his bare chest once he’s locking his arms underneath your thighs.

choso grumbles, nipping a few stolen kisses near your nape before huffing out a feral breath. “ngh-c’mon, baby. ‘m not done fillin’ you up just yet,” and you gulped, feeling a big hand of his delicately press down on your tummy.

“big stretch f- for choso, c’mon-” and you moaned, feeling him brush thick fingers against your dripping cunt that’s still overly sensitive. right at his touch, you end up gushing out a sloshing wet sound, and choso snickers against your ear.

“hah- that’s it- let me hear her talk dirty to me, baby,” and he spanks your pussy, earning a cute gasp from you before rubbing eager circles around your folds - getting loud, sloshing responses from your lower lips instead of your top ones. “i’m listening-”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO.

with a loud, abrupt ‘snap’ toji’s condom ended up breaking mid-thrust and he barely even flinches.

“heh, told ya i was a big boy. shit never fits on me, mama,” toji guffaws, his hips stiffening before he holds your hips upright. “mhm. loooook at her jus’ swallowin’ fuckin’ nothin,” toji pulls out, rubbing a cold thumb ‘round your twitching cunt. his digit’s immediately soaked with your lush slick that’s pouring riiiiight down between your sleek folds. “pretty pussy like this deserves more than a rubber, no?”

“toji- forget the rubber .. hah- just fuck me,” you’d moan out a desperate plea, feeling toji’s coarse gaze despite how you weren’t even facing him.

you were on all fours - prettily hunched over, ass up with your face smushed against one of toji’s pillows. you didn’t care anymore - you needed more, and the more he smeared his thumb around your aching clit, the more you started to grow impatient. “mmgh- you can . . fuck me raw, toji.”

“before i do that, first—let’s get that arch back up, lazy girl,” toji spanks your ass, earning a sweet ‘oooh’ from your trembly, spit-glossed lips.

such sass.

“yeaaah, toji’s gotcha. good girl, fuckin’ bend for me,” he continued, staring as you gave him the arch he wanted. you’re whining impatiently, bawling up a fist as you feel his maroon-shaded tip slap slap slap its way against your the outer part of your pussy.

one smack, two smack, three smack..

toji looooves more than anything to tease you before ramming straight into your sopping core. he’s got the hips of a machine, and you’re clinging onto the bed with your mouth dangling open, eyes goofily crossed. “ngh- fuck!” you’d squeal, hearing toji’s raspy groans from behind you. he’s shamelessly balls deep, driving into your core as the crown of his knees bury into the plush mattress. “fuck me, fuck meee toji, f-”

“ah, no talkin’ when she’s the star right now, baby,” toji gives the left cheek of your ass another cruel spank. his cock’s vehemently throbbing inside of you with all kinds of prominent veins running down each thick side.

“fuck- only back talk i wanna hear is from this chatterbox of a fuckin’ cunt,” toji groans, sneaking a hand between your thighs before rubbing circles ‘round ‘n ‘round. you let off an airy gasp, hearing the wet sounds sing away from between your thighs. as toji’s still drilling into you with all types of primal vigor, that’s when he starts to feel the raw feeling.

the feeling of your cunt - its rawness, and how you’re just swallowing him up continuously. toji’s jet-black brows crease into a furrow before you feel his tottering hips turn rickety. “f- fuuck me-” he hisses through clenched, tight teeth—and you could even feel him trying to run away from your sloppy cunt.

your leg wraps around toji’s waist from behind you and you moaned, raising your ass more before the brat in your returns. “mng- don’t run toji, isn’t that what you always tell me, hm?” and toji’s grunting, multiple taut muscles flexing through his dingy white tank. “keep fuckin’ me, hah- right thereeee. keep hittin’ there, ‘m gonna cum, toji. ‘m gonna fuckin’ all on your dick.”

“someone’s feelin’ haah- bratty,” toji grumbles, feelings of euphoria swelling in his chest all at once. it's intense - and the room’s starting to fill up with the scent of straight musk, cheap cologne, and the citrusy aroma of your own. it makes toji pump into you harder, hitting hit rounded tip against that same ‘lil nub that makes you belt out the prettiest wanton moans.

but as he continued to ram his hips hungry hips back ‘n forth into your slippery core, toji’s grunts started to turn into pure melodic whines.

his black brows furrowed in lust with the scarred edges of his lips shifting in a lewd pout. “ugh- fuck me then, slam those fuckin’ pretty hips back against me, girl- shit,” toji growls, his gruff breaths turning labored after each ramming thrust. his cock’s angry, its tip an even more furious red as it lodged in and out of your wet pussy. every time the curve of his dick stretches its way through your insides - you’re left utterly dumbfounded every time.

he’s hearing the cute squelches your folds make in between hits and he’s groaning, reaching a bulky arm to hold onto the headboard. “mmh- give it to me then, baby girl. hngh- take this dick, take it. f- fuck-”

the big stretch of toji’s cock kissing near your convulsing g-spot leaves you cross-eyed. he’s hitting you deep in all the right angles ‘n crevices, and you end up gushing right as he’s finally dumping a frothy, mushy load inside of you. it spits inside of you and you’re whimpering, spraying your slickness on his veiny dick before slumping your face into the pillow.

“f- fuck, oh- fuck,” toji moans, watching as your hips cutely fall forward. your ass was raised in the air and you were whimpering, hearing the sloshing wetness of his cock slowly drag its way out of your pussy. with a wet plap, he stares as his cum flows down the valley of your dripping slit. toji’s gruffly panting, bringing a fat thumb to smear down the cascading mess before putting it toward his lips.

“t- tooooji- again.”

“patience, ‘lil girl-” he grunts, licking the tip of his thumb. toji’s body shudders as he’s still feeling himself succumb to his awaited end—glancing at your sopping, stuffed pussy that’s just wetly soaking the satiny sheets with his cum.

as you tried to suppress an incoming whine, toji let off an ‘ugh’ once you ended up sitting up, flipping him over before lightly pushing him back. with a sheepish sly expression, toji’s sharpened abs curl forward before clenching at the touch of your fingertips running down his chest. “heh- oh? pinning me down, baby? you’ll hafta- f- fuck-”

cutting him off, you straddled his lap—sneaking a hand toward his leaking cock before giving it a few solid pumps. with it now being flaccid, your thumb runs along a prominent vein that strikes down the skin.

humming, that’s when you decided to give toji’s neck one long, hard suuuck. toji slips off an accidental whimper at your touch, the hotness of your lips making his breath in his throat hitch before you start to stroke his cock.

“are you gonna be a good boy ‘n cum again for me, toji?”

“you wish-”

you stop stroking his aching cock mid-thrust and toji ends up pouting. he’s huffing harshly, already missing your touch before his verdant eyes were almost pleading for you to continue. a big hand grabs onto your wrist and he groans, trying desperately to wrap your fingers around his weighty cock.

“alrigh’ fine.. just.. don’t stop touching me baby, please-”

[nanaslutt]

having loud sex to piss ur neighbor off (pt.2 pre-relationship)

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

[ridingthatd]

IT'S GETTIN' STICKY

one cock? how about two cocks? what's better than a threesum.

Pairings.

➨ TOJI x READER x GOJO - satoru walking into his slut of a wife getting fucked by non other then toji fushiguro.

➨ SUKUNA x READER x NANAMI - working at the office at night and you got horny, you start fingering your pussy thinking nobody is at work this late , what happens when sukuna your boss and his secretary nanami catch you.

➨ CHOSO x READER x GETO - being a sugar mommy meaning you can have two boyfriends?

Warning threesum, desperate men, pervert men, whiney men, alooot of cum, creampie, breeding kink, degrading, two cocks one pussy, pet names, masturbating kink, spit kink, rough sex, over simulation, no mercy, riding nose, yk what doja cat said abt big nose, very smutty

TOJI x READER x GOJO - satoru walking into his slut of a wife getting fucked by non other then toji fushiguro.

you liked it- no you loved getting your pussy hammered by the fat girthy cock that belonged to the man, your husband hated the most ; toji fushiguro.

the filthiness of it, the dirty, taboo feeling of your pussy getting stretched, gapped wide open by a thick, heavy cock that doesn't belong to your husband. getting fucked on the same bed you and satoru sleep in while he's away for a mission.

your pussy gushing, spurting on tojis cock that doesn't stop ramming into you, your hot juice flying everywhere- dripping down his heavy balls into your dirty bed sheets.

"you fucking dirty bitch, squirting on another's man cock like that?". toji groans, his bulky figure was coated with sweat dripping down his pinkish perky nipples down to his toned clenched abs as he struggles to not blow a warm load of his cum inside of you.

but the way your filthy pussy was gripping his cock around your sticky gummy walls wasn't helping. toji growl as he gaze at your fucked face through his heavy eyelids, eyes crossed, cheeks flushed as drool spills down your swollen lips that he wanted to suck on.

toji leans in, pushing your legs further into your body, placing both of your legs near your head as he thrust his big cock deeper inside your swollen red pussy.

"ah! ah! ah-! i cant- fuccck just like this!". you sob out, choking on your spit as your eyes roll back, he was hitting the most sensitive part inside your pussy with his fat tip.

"right here? yea?! like that? you like that fucking bitch?". toji growls, leaning in and taking one of your fat sensitive nipples in his mouth, suckling hard on it as he doesn't stop hammering his leaking cock inside of you, his heavy balls were coated with your warm fluid as your dirty pussy sloppily suck his cock in.

toji was so close, so close that he knew he had to pull out or else he'll end up fucking a baby in you. he pulls his rough hands that were pushing your legs next to your head away. he was about to pull out with a grunt but your words make him freeze in place.

"no! no! please-! mmmmmm- inside of me please!". you whine out desperately, your body shakes as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his throbbing cock further into your pussy.

toji eyes darken, he hiss his cock was swelling with cum at your filthy words, his balls felt heavier, needier at the idea of breeding gojo satorus wife, creampieing you.

"you want me to creampie your pussy? hm?". he whimpers out, breathing heavily so close to exploding inside of you.

"yes! yes! yes!". you whine out, hips bulking up, arching your back trying to suck his veiny cock inside your stick slimey hole.

he growls before shoving his fat cock inside of your puffy red pussy in one go, ripping a scream out of you before your mind go blank, passing out from the force of his bulky cock ripping your little hole.

his whole body covers you, as he huffs and grunts next to your ear, his perky nipples were brushing against yours as he fuck into you.

"what a-". thrust.

"fucking-". thrust.

"slut!". he thrust his girthy cock one more time in, hitting the cervix of your pussy before shooting robes of his boiling seeds inside of you. the veins on his cock throb as he creampie you.

he smirks, his ears perking up at the sound of who made it here ; gojo satoru. toji doesn't bother turning around, he casually pulls out his now sensitive cock, admiring the way your pussy was full of his cum, dripping down the bed sheets.

"what a fucking bitch". satoru hiss, pulling on his tie as he rolls up his sleeves, exposing his thick forearms. as he makes his way toward your filthy state. he tsks gazing at your bruised swollen pussy, gushing out tojis cum.

"i think we should teach her a lesson". toji smirks.

"we?". satoru mutters.

your eyes shoot open as you feel heavy pain shooting from your pussy, your eyes water, you're not able to breath.

"ah! look who finally woke up". your husband groans, his long cock was bruising the cervix of your tight pussy, while you were drooling on a mouth choker, not giving you any room to breath. your nipples were on fire, they were pinched hard with a nipple clipper.

"oh you're going to regret this love".

its been an hour, or maybe two? you can't remember how many times satoru creampied your sore pussy, how many times he fucked his hot load inside you. your body was shaking, your pussy was so swollen and sensitive, your hole was gaping, gushing gojos cum out as he fucks another load inside of you.

"no more-! please-! im sorry! ahhhhh-mmmm!". you hiccup, choking on your own tears and drool as you struggle to speak, you can't feel your nipples anymore.

you were fucked out of your mind, your body was trembling shaking as you sob and hiccup over simulated and full. a belly bludge was forming from how much cum was pounded in you.

"aw, what do you think fushiguro? is she sorry enough".

"no, fuck no she needs a better lesson". toji groans as he strokes his leaking cock while staring at you.

SUKUNA x READER x NANAMI - working at the office at night and you got horny, you start fingering your pussy thinking nobody is at work this late , what happens when sukuna your boss and his secretary nanami catch you.

you huff, your breath quickens as you squirm in your office chair uncomfortably, were you ovulating? why was your pussy this fucking horny and wet.

maybe you could just- no, no. but nobody is here anyways, you're pretty sure it's just you who's in the building right now plus the idea of rubbing your pussy like a pervert in the office only made you hornier as you rub your thighs together.

fuck it.

your hot breath quickens as you lift your skirt up, rubbing your pussy through your wet panties. while your your finger trail under your shirt squeezing your sensitive nipples through your bra.

it turned you on so much how filthy the feeling felt, rubbing your pussy like a slut in the middle of your work place. you slowly push your panties to the side before circling your swollen clit gently as you bite your lips trying to supress your moans.

pushing your bra down, you gasp as the cold air hit your sensitive nipples- fuck this is so dirty you thought to yourself as you plug your delicate fingers inside your tight wet pussy, feeling the way it tightly grip your fingers, coating it with warm sticky fluid as you pump them in and out.

while your other hand squeeze your perky nipples hard, your fingers pump faster, chasing your orgasm, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes tightly as your pussy start gushing warm juice down your pussy into your office chair.

your back arch, moaning to the ceiling before your pussy clench hard around your fingers and your juice spray everywhere, gushing down your folds making a mess on the chair. your thighs shaking, your wet pussy was throbbing while your boobs were out, heaving as you huff and puff.

your eyes snap as you hear someone sitting on a chair close to you. you gasp, making eye contact with non other then your boss sukuna. who was gazing at you hungrily like you were his prey.

your eyes shift to the man that stood next to him, starting at you through his glasses, nanami. your eyes switch between both of them your body freezing not knowing what to do or what to say.

"i-". you were cut off by sukunas husky voice as he man spread on his chair.

"don't let us interrupt you, continue". he mutter out, his thick legs spreading as he adjust the ragging hard on through his pants.

your eyes widen, your heart beating faster not believing what your boss just said, your eyes follow nanami as he place a chair next to his boss and have a seat, raising his eyebrows at you, giving you a hint to go on.

"im-". this time nanami doesn't let you finish.

"aren't you going to listen to your boss order already you fucking slut?". he growls.

you flinch, you can tell they aren't playing around with you as you gaze at their fat cocks that were pushing against their tight pants. your pussy clench at the size of them.

you can't believe this is happening, you whine rubbing your over sensitive clit staring at the way your boss sukuna was palming his cock as he hazely gaze at you.

"shove a finger in". nanami command you, his gaze never leaving your pussy.

you whimper at his words before slowly pushing your finger in, spreading your thighs wide, placing them on the handle of the chair giving the two man in front of you a full view of how your pussy grip tightly on your finger before sloppily sucking it in.

sukuna curse, his jaw clenched hard as he rub his fat cock harder, you can see the way the tip of his cock was leaking, soaking the fabric of his pants.

your body was on fire, your brain was foggy with pleasure, the office was filled with the sloppy sounds your dirty pussy made as you pounding it with your fingers- filled with the heavy breathing and grunts that came out the two man in front of you.

sukunas wet tongue peaked out to lick his dry lips, before unzipping his pants and freeing his hard huge leaking cock, your throat dried as you stare at the thickness of his cock- fuck it would destroy you.

he hiss as his thumb press on his mushroomy red tip, smearing his precum around his sensitive tip before tugging on the base of his cock. nanami was right next to him not making a move to touch his twitching cock but you can see the pool of cum that was coating his pants- he came in his pants.

your whines got louder, omg you were so close to losing it- you were so close to spraying your hot juice everywhere-

"stop". sukuna groans out, still stroking his thick cock. you whimper, listening to his command.

"crawl over here like a good girl".

here you were on your knees, your ass swaying as you crawl your way to the men in front of you like an obedient dog, their huge figure towering over you.

nanami already has his pink cock out, they were stroking it in front of your face, you rub your thighs together trying to relief the itch and sukuna notice because he place his foot under your skirt.

rubbing the leather fabric of his shoes against your wet pussy, you cry out, grinding it against it like a dog in heat. their cocks were so close to your face yet so far, you can feel the heat of their warm fat cocks throbbing in front of your face, their red tip were getting pumped so hard with their rough hands.

"tongue out". nanami growls out, huffing as he strokes his dick harder. you immediately obey, your wet tongue was out, your hot breath fanning against their sensitive tip throw them to the edge.

robes of hot cum shoot on your face and tongue, heavy grunts and whines were coming out of them as they squeeze the last bit of load into your face.

while some of their cum dripped down the floor, not pleasing your boss because he grabs your hair and push it toward the floor.

"lick it clean you fucking slut".

CHOSO x READER x GETO - being a sugar mommy meaning you can have two boyfriends?

it was 5am in the morning, the birds hasn't chirped yet, lewd wet sounds filled the room, choso was under your meaty pussy lips his flushed face was coated with your hot wetness, dripping from his red swollen lips to his flushed cheeks down to the pillow under him.

he was drowning with the hot fluid your puffy pussy was gushing out as the long bridge of his nose was fucking into your sticky hole, gripping so hard on it not giving him any room to breath.

while he's the cold metal of his tongue piercing was lapping on your swollen clit, suckling on it like a baby suckling on a nipple.

"mmmmm- it's so go-! ahhh". choso slurr on his words not being able to control the way his hips was bukling up, the precum leaking down his clit as he hump the air making his poor cock more sensitive.

cum was coating his cock from how many times he came untouched, the swollen head of his fat cock kept leaking cum, dripping down the veins on his base as they twitch and throb just from the taste of your wet pussy.

you would have told him how much of a good boy he is but your mouth was already full with getos thick cock. his warm seeds were overflowing your mouth from how much cum you sucked out of him.

it was spilling down your swollen bruised lips. "fuck- mmm pleasssse no more-! i can't-". geto whines, his dick was over simulated, so sensitive inside your wet mouth.

you squeeze his balls hard, geto shudders he felt like he's going to piss, his hand immediately flys to your hair gripping hard on it trying to push you away.

"fuck! mommy-ahhhhh! i gotta pee-". he sob out, choking on his drool, trying to supress the huge urge to piss directly down your throat.

his words doesn't stop you, but only make you massage the squishy tip of his cock with your throat, squeezing your throat harder on his cock while you ride chosos nose faster.

slaming your pussy down his nose, causing your juice to splash on his face. suguru couldn't hold it anymore.

your eyes roll back as you feel the hot liquid spraying down your throat, geto was shaking, eyes crossed as you suck the life out of him.

but you don't forget to also reward choso, squirting all over his face, gifting him a spurt of your juice as he doesn't waist a single drop drinking everything you gave him.

[angelicjas]

"WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME DADDY ? "

starring ꒱ gojo, s. geto, k. nanami.

sum ꒱ plethora of jjk men to fuel your daddy issues — which we all know you secretly have

wc: 2.3k

@warnings! ꒱ daddy!kink, age gaps, p in v, basic sex stuff, filthy smut, cumming inside, cunnilingus, degrading, praise, not rlly proof read, kind of buns but oh well. dumbification kinda, i think thats it lmk if not !!

SATORU GOJO; the sugar daddy.

that new bag you eyed for 2 seconds last week? you find it on the dining table with a note that simply writes, ‘enjoy baby!’. your amazon cart? shein cart? bought with fast shipping, no matter how expensive or full it is. those cute pants you keep seeing everyone on tiktok gloating about? bought and on your nightstand.

satoru, loved to spoil his baby in all sorts of shiny jewels and designer, he loved to see the big smile on your face no matter how many times he’s bought you things. when you go out for girls night? he’s sending you with a stack of money, the size and weight of atleast 1000 dollars cash, throwing it down as if it was a mere 20, his only request was to call him if you or your girls needed anything.

but what satoru loved most, was buying you pretty lingerie.

“mmh!- fuck. .” pap, pap, pap. was the only sound that could be heard in your shared bedroom, your body was wrapped in a light blue lace satoru had bought you, the light color matching his eyes beautifully, the panties were pulled to the side, since he claimed he just ‘had to fuck you with it on.’

“fuck baby, you look so gorgeous with this. .” he pants in your ear heavily, he had your legs on his shoulders, ankles to his ears,

“yeah, mmph- you’re taking me so well baby.”

you could barely register his words, the only thing on your mind was how fucking deep he was, you could feel him in your stomach as he hits that spongey spot deep inside over and over.

your jaw seemed to be stuck in a permanent ‘o’ shape, the only thing coming out of your mouth was the pornagraphic moans that you couldn’t seem to hide even if you wanted too.

your body was bouncing with every thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head on a particularly hard thrust.

“yeah, fuck- mhm, you look so fucking pretty, holy shit.” gojo never seemed to shut up during sex, even as he moans inbetween every word. he just felt like he had to let you know how good you look and feel.

the pleasure he was feeling made his body want to roll his head back so bad, but he refused to look away from the fucked out expression on your face.

gojo could also never keep his hands off you, caressing your hips, to your waist, down your arms.. groping and pawing at any skin he could get his greedy hands on.

his mouth was no better, when he wasn’t talking your ear off he’s kissing you sloppily, mostly containing of teeth clashing and tongues colliding more then actual lips touching, or kissing down your neck in a poor attempt to muffle his moans.

“t-toru!” you barely whimper out as more tiny ‘ah, ah, ah!’s leave your lips, he shushes you gently with a sinister grin plastered on his face. “I know baby, I know. you can take it thought right?” he whispers moving his head next to your ear, nipping at your skin lightly.

“hmm?” he hums in question, as if you were even able to answer.

“yes!, yes! holy fuck, yes!” you weren’t even quite sure what you were saying yes to at this point, the repeated jabs to your g-spot making you dizzy, you could feel the pleasure slowly become overwhelming.

“mmm,” he hums and speeds up his hips impossibly faster, causing more moans to usher past your lips unexpectedly. he tilts your chin to look at him, making you kiss him as your teeth bump together and your tongue’s tie. “good fucking girl.”

he breathes into your mouth as his eyebrows furrow, he knows you’re just as close as he is.

“g-g’nna cum!” you just barely find the words as you had been fucked utterly senseless. he hums in delight into your mouth before pulling away, kissing and sucking at your neck sloppily,

“cum baby, please.” he begs as he feels you clench around him and chant his name like a mantra.

hearing his name swarm out of your mouth mixed with the way your tightness squeezed around his cock, it sent him over the edge aswell, moaning even louder then you as he buries himself deep in your wetness, letting the ropes of his warm cum spill into you.

SUGURU GETO; the kids you babysits daddy.

It’s probably wrong, the way the same night you tucked his girls into bed after reading them a sweet story, you’re downstairs getting fucked over the kitchen counter.

it was a side gig, an attempt as a broke college student to get some money, eventually you grew to love the two girls you babysat as if they were your own. it also helped that their dad was a fucking smokeshow.

the way you’d run home and tell your girlfriends all about how hot the kids you babysit's dad is, “id call him daddy.” you speak into the phone as you all giggle, in that moment you can also feel your heart drop to your stomach as you hear someone clear their throat from behind you.

“call who daddy sweetheart?” you hear your friends exchange “ooo’s” and laughs through the telephone as you slowly turn around, much to your horror, and see the same man you were just erotically speaking about..

“such a whore baby, is this really the way my children's babysitter should be acting? hm?” he had you in a mean arch, pounding mercilessly into you, the only sound throughout the kitchen being your muffled moans and the squelching beneath you two. you were bent over the kitchen counter, the same one you’ve made the girls food countless time.

it was wrong, you’re sure of that, but its hard to think about that when the only thing on your mind is how fucking deep he was, you swore you could feel him rearranging your guts with each harsh thrust, he knows how to hit that spongey spot deep inside with perfect precision over and over, much better then all those stupid college hook-ups you had.

“s-sugu!, so deep! . . s-shit!” you hear a menacing laugh behind you, mocking you.

realistically, suguru always knew you found him attractive. he could tell by the way your eyes lingered a little to long when you thought he wasn't paying attention, but he always was. he kept a keen eye on you because, frankly, he was also head over fucking heels.

he thought you were the cutest little thing, always showing off in those cute dresses and skirts that hugged your body so tightly, even the days where you wore sweatpants and tracksuits he found himself drooling, still imagining what was underneath.

call him a pervert all you want, especially going for a girl so much younger, so naive. but you were just as much of a pervert. always bending over a little to far in front of him, showing off your cute dainty panties. hugging him a bit to tightly as you left, making sure your boobs pressed riiiight up against him.

which is why he wasted no time bending your little slutty ass over as soon as he could.

“cmon baby, do what you told your friends, yeah?” his head tilts lower, giving open mouth kisses over your neck and down your back, groaning against your skin everytime he feels you clench around his cock.

“mmm-!” you could barely form a coherent thought, hearing the ‘schlick, schlick, shlick’ noises of your messy cunt drooling around him.

“f-fuck! can’t- jesus-!” you stutter out, your eyes crossing as you throw your head back impossibly farther, making suguru reach for your hair and grab it into a sloppy ponytail.

he pulls you by the makeshift pony so your right up next to his own face, “not gonna ask again, little girl.” the husk in his tone, the vile words he’d say, all made you clench tighter and moan louder, biting your bottom lip until it was raw and swollen from trying to contain them.

“s-sorry!” you moan out, the sound of your skin clapping with the wet noises echoing louder throughout the kitchen.

“daddy! fuck fuck- daddy, daddy, daddy!” you can barely contain your screams as he hushes you gently, all with the same sly smirk on his lips that hasn’t left ever since he walked in on your little phone conversation.

“thatsss it,” he groans feeling his own orgasm creeping up. “atta girl, so fucking good.” you felt like you could cum from his words alone, tightening around his shaft once you feel that familiar pleasure consume you.

“c-c’mming!” is all you can manage to get out before it hits you like a fucking train. your legs are shaking, eyes rolled back, uncontainable moans spilling from your lips.

looking at your disheveled state, suguru moans against you burying himself deeeep inside your tummy, what really pushed him over that edge was one more small tight hug from your pussy, causing warm ropes to shoot into you as you squirm, still trying to recover.

“whoopsies, maybe you’ll just have to carry our own kids, hm?”

oh fuck.

KENTO NANAMI; daddy issues daddy.

your relationship with your father was…never great, to say the least, it caused a few problems in your life, sure, but the main one, was the attraction you had in much older men. your friends never understood, i mean, why don’t you want a young guy that can handle you? or a guy your age you can grow old with?

they didnt understand, of course they wouldnt. an older man can throw you around much better then any young guy you’ve been with ever could.

which is why nanami, who you happen to meet at a bar, is practically your dream man ever since the moment you laid eyes on him.

“come here often handsome?” you sit next to him with a seductive smile, leaning your elbow on the bar and resting your cheek on it. he simply turns to look at you, and with an amused huff shakes his head.

“very nice sweetheart,” you can feel your heart swoons at the name. “but im far to old for you.” tch, yeah right.

you aren’t exactly sure how you got where you are now, whether it was the booze, your head being clouded with lust, or maybe both, but your seated in the back of his fancy ass car, with him between your legs.

“you don’t have to do that y’know, if you don’t want too.” you pant looking down at him, I mean afterall no man you’ve ever known has ever really wanted to eat pussy. yet, he still shoots you a perplexed look, shaking his head aggressively.

“I want to,” the words catch you off guard yet make the ache between your thighs even louder. “need to teach you how a real man does it, hm?”

you moan simply at his words and nod your head, throwing your head back as he continues his work kissing along your thighs, humming here and there.

he eventually, comes face to face with your glistening cunt, blowing on it causing your legs to squirm shut, before he quickly grabs ahold of them, now putting your knees allll the way up to your chest, you whine at this before it quickly gets cut off with a real moan once he swipes his tongue through your folds, humming into your wetness.

his tongue swirls around, collecting and swallowing every ounce of your slick as if he was a dehydrated puppy. you’ve never been eaten out with so much . . pleasure? every guy that’s done it before was either terrible at it, completely missing and licking the lips, or just plain hated it anyway.

“mmh- shit. . . feels s’ good.” your head lolls back and more whimpers escape past your lips blissfilly, his lips curl to suckle your sensitive clit, causing you to grab at his hair and whine loudly.

“fuck- so needy baby.” he pants into your soaked hole, mixed with your arousal and his spit. “she’s never been treated right has she? poor thing.” he coos and speaks to it as if it was a real person,

the filthy wet noises emitting from between your thighs only turned you on more, between the constant torture to your clit mixed with his dirty talk? you knew you were a goner soon.

his tongue explored you as much as he could, thrusting the wet muscle into your opening as you needily moan from above him, the grip on his once put together hair, becoming tighter. he sped up, tongue lapping at your essence as he switches between suckling on your clit, to drinking up your dampness.

“s-shit! wait- . . nanami!” the sudden change in pace causes your legs to shake and much louder moans to escape your lips.

unfortunately, everyone that could see the car definitely knew what was going on inside. not only could they hear, but could probably see the car shaking.

your head flew back and your legs attempted to clam together again before a harsh smack! landed against your thigh, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

“keep ‘em open.” the man speaks between your thighs.

“’m close, so f’ckin close-!” the windows were fogged with heat already, nanami slurping at a quickened pace, never failing to reach the most sensitive parts inside of you.

you can feel your climax approaching, the warmth in your belly growing with lust,

“cum.”

was all it took for your legs to shake and your body to writhe and twist above him, he continues to gulp at your creaminess until you ride out your orgasm and have to practically push him off of you.

“wanna see how a real man fucks angel?”

hell yeah you do.

-

toji was supposed to b in this but i got lazy

[roselilies]

"Are you trying to distract the curses, or me?"

The playful lilt in Gojo’s voice made the blood rush to your face before you could even turn to look at him. You had barely stepped into the training grounds when his signature white hair and too-casual stance came into view. Today, the uniform skirt you were wearing was a little shorter than usual, though not short enough to warrant his teasing.

“Excuse me?” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Why would I need to distract you when you’re already distracted all the time?”

Gojo’s grin widened behind his blindfold, and he took a deliberate step closer. His hands slid into his pockets, the picture of effortless confidence. “Oh, I’m very focused. On you, that is.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped at his words. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass me?”

“Nope. You’re the highlight of my day, baby.”

The nickname made you falter for a split second, though you quickly covered it up by turning away and pretending to examine your nails. Don’t let him get to you, you told yourself. It’s just Gojo being Gojo.

But that was easier said than done. He had a way of getting under your skin, of making every casual interaction feel loaded with some unspoken tension. The worst part? You weren’t entirely sure he didn’t do it on purpose.

“If you’re going to stand there and flirt, the least you can do is help me set up,” you said, gesturing to the training equipment scattered around the field.

Gojo laughed, the sound warm and slightly obnoxious. “Of course, anything for you.”

Before you could blink, he was suddenly at your side, picking up a set of practice dummies as if they weighed nothing. The proximity caught you off guard, and you found yourself hyper-aware of the way his shoulder brushed against yours. Damn it, why does he smell so good?

“You’re awfully quiet,” he teased, leaning just a little too close. “Am I making you nervous?”

“In your dreams,” you shot back, shoving a dummy into his chest with more force than necessary.

Gojo caught it effortlessly, laughing again as if he enjoyed your annoyance. “I dream about you all the time, actually.”

You groaned, trying to mask the flutter in your chest. “Why do I even talk to you?”

“Because you love me,” he said matter-of-factly, his grin impossibly smug. “But don’t worry, I’ll wait for you to admit it.”

You shook your head, biting back a retort as you turned your attention to the field. His teasing was relentless, and you hated how much you secretly looked forward to it. Gojo Satoru had this annoying charm, this magnetism that made him impossible to ignore. He knew it too, and used it to his advantage every chance he got.

“Alright, focus,” you said, pointing at the dummies. “We’ve got to run these drills before the others arrive.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he said with a mock salute, the smirk on his lips audible in his tone.

Ignoring the way your heart skipped at the nickname, you moved to the center of the field. As you began demonstrating the first sequence, you felt Gojo’s gaze on you, heavy and unapologetically lingering. It was like he wanted you to notice.

“Gojo, stop staring,” you snapped without looking at him, your voice sharper than you intended.

“Why? You look good,” he shot back, unbothered. “The uniform suits you. Especially the skirt.”

You froze mid-step, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Why thank you, but you’re impossible.”

“And you’re cute when you’re flustered,” he said, his tone softening slightly, almost fond.

That caught you off guard. Usually, his comments were light and playful, but this felt different, more intentional. You turned to face him, trying to gauge whether he was just messing with you again. His expression, though hidden behind the blindfold, seemed uncharacteristically sincere.

“Why do you do that?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Do what?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Say things like that.”

Gojo paused, and for a moment, you thought he might deflect like he always did. But then his lips curved into a smaller, softer smile.

“Because I mean it.”

The simplicity of his answer left you speechless. You searched his face for any sign of a joke, a smirk, something to suggest he wasn’t being serious. But all you found was an openness that made your chest tighten.

“...You’re so annoying,” you muttered, looking away to hide your embarrassment.

Gojo laughed, the sound lighter than usual. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t.”

“Too late.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly as he added, “But seriously, you look amazing today. Not just today, though. Always.”

You hated how easily his words got to you, how they made you feel warm in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, turning back to the equipment. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Anything you say, baby,” he replied, but there was something gentler in his tone now—something that made you think maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t entirely joking.

A/N: Gojo I will always love you.

[gojosoups]

Best Friends Don't Fuck Like We Do

cw: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, fratboy gojo, best friend gojo, college au, fraternities, f! reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proof read <3

a/n: I have a clincial neuropsychology midterm tmr and instead of studying for that, I wrote this <33 edit: let's pretend it said group project instead of group assignment since the beginning 😭😭😭😭😭

Best friend!Gojo Satoru who’s absolutely addicted to the sight, taste, and smell of your pussy. His nose buried between your pretty wet lips, sniffing you like a nasty dog, before lapping eagerly at your sweet folds.

Your legs thrown over your best friend's shoulders, folded in half on his bed as he licks away at your sweet nectar, loudly gulping your juices while his skilled fingers rub fast circles on your engrossed clit.

Your poor pussy weeping as he devours you, making a mess out of you in his stupid frat house. Maybe it was a bad idea to pair up with your best friend for a group project, papers and pens hastily thrown onto the floor and long-forgotten as Satoru keeps your mouth and pussy busy.

Each flick of his tongue makes you want to close your thighs (if that's even possible, considering the bruising grip he has on them), your fingers tugging at his hair, wanting to push him away but also to pull him closer and suffocate him between your thighs.

With each thrust of his tongue, he grinds his weeping, twitching cock against the mattress, the bed creaking as he eats you out sloppily, licking away at your slippery wet folds.

Replacing his thumb with his nose, he grinds his face against your pussy. Nose playing with your sensitive clit, making you arch your back and raise your hips higher in his hold, wanting to run away from the euphoric pleasure as each thrust of his tongue inside your warm walls brings you closer to your orgasm.

A sob tears through your throat as his lips latch onto your clit, replacing his thumb as he sucks eagerly at your sensitive bud. Spraying him in your juices and coating his face with your essence, you only further encourage him to drink you up, to clean you up faster.

With a satisfied groan, he releases your trembling legs from his hold, letting your legs pathetically fall onto the bed as he climbs over your naked form. His chin and lips covered in your juices as he grins, pulling you into a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself before going again for another round. 

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

[sonarspace]

♱ content.  18+, clan leader!gojo x fem!reader, public play, exhibitionism, fingering, teasing.

clan leader gojo who sat at the head of the table, all striking white hair and piercing blue eyes that reflected the soft flicker of the candlelight. he commanded the room effortlessly, his voice smooth as he responded to the elders’ questions, a calm smile tugging at his lips. from the outside, he was the epitome of composure, the image of power and grace.

but under the table, hidden by the pristine white cloth, his long fingers were buried inside you, dragging along your walls with a slow, maddening precision.

you sat perched on his lap, your kesa spread perfectly to keep up the illusion of decorum. but beneath the folds, gojo’s hand had snuck under the layers, his other arm resting lightly around your waist to keep you from squirming too much.

“stay still,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. his voice was low, just for you, but there was a playful edge to it, like he was daring you to disobey.

your nails dug into his thigh, the only outlet you had for the tension building in your body as his fingers pumped into you, curling just enough to send sparks shooting up your spine. you bit the inside of your cheek, desperate to keep from making a sound.

“gojo-sama, about the kyoto branch...” one of the elders began, their voice blending into the background as your focus narrowed on the steady rhythm of his hand.

gojo hummed, nodding slightly as he answered, “ah, yes. we’ll deal with that soon. no need to rush.” his tone was light, casual, as if his fingers weren’t knuckle-deep inside you under the table, as if your thighs weren’t trembling against his.

you felt his hardness pressing against your lower back, a constant reminder of just how much he was enjoying this. his thumb brushed over your clit, and you jolted slightly, your body betraying you. his other hand tightened on your hip, holding you firmly in place.

“careful, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath warm against your temple. “wouldn’t want them to notice, would we?”

your cheeks burned as you clenched around his fingers, and he groaned softly, low enough that only you could hear. “so tight,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “and so wet. you’re making a mess.”

your breath hitched as he sped up just slightly, his fingers curling deeper, finding that spot that made your vision blur. you bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the gasp that threatened to escape, but a small, broken sound slipped through anyway.

one of the elders glanced in your direction, concern flickering across their face. “gojo-sama, is everything alright?” they asked. “your wife seems... distracted.”

gojo’s grin widened, his blue eyes glinting with mischief as he gave them a disarming nod. “she’s fine,” he said smoothly. “it’s been a long day for her. isn’t that right, darling?”

you managed a shaky nod, your face burning as you tried to keep your voice steady. “y-yes,” you stammered, barely holding it together as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. “just... tired.”

“ah, of course,” the elder said with a polite bow, their attention returning to the conversation.

gojo leaned closer, his lips brushing against your temple. “good girl,” he murmured, his tone so low it sent a shiver down your spine. “you’re taking it so well.”

your thighs trembled, and you felt the tension building higher, tighter, until it snapped. you clenched around his fingers, your release washing over you as you slumped back against his chest, trying desperately to catch your breath.

he didn’t stop right away. his fingers slowed, stroking you gently as he murmured soft praises in your ear, his hand on your hip keeping you steady. finally, he pulled his fingers from under your kesa, his touch lingering as if he couldn’t quite let go.

before you could even glance his way, he brought his fingers to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste you.

you froze, heat blooming in your cheeks as he sucked his fingers clean, slow and deliberate. his lashes lowered slightly, and he let out a soft hum of approval, like he was savoring the taste.

no one noticed. the elders were too engrossed in their meals and discussions to spare him a second glance.

gojo leaned back, his other hand giving your thigh a firm squeeze as his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “delicious,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “i think i might need seconds later.”

you glared at him, your face hot, but he just smiled, flashing his white canines as he turned his attention back to the table.

“as i was saying,” he said smoothly, lifting his wine glass as if nothing had happened, “everything seems to be progressing well.”

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

fashion photographer!gojo part 1

paris fashion week was as exhausting as it was exhilarating for you.

trying to make it to three shows in a day, squeezing in castings in between, attending countless parties, and meeting new people made you feel like you were truly living life to the fullest.

especially that arrogant and handsome photographer… he never missed an opportunity to invade your packed schedule and fill it with himself.

after the shoot with fashion photographer!gojo in paris, you had ended up in his massive hotel suite and lost count of how many times you fucked. not a single corner of that hotel room was left untouched.

of course, that wasn’t enough for him. whether you had free time or not didn’t matter—there wasn’t a single moment he wasn’t stuffing his cock into your pussy, either before a show, in the car rushing to the next one, or even at the after-parties.

“models for the runway, please gather near the photographers’ area backstage,” the backstage coordinator’s shout made your fingers tighten even more in gojo’s hair.

“gojo… i need to go, ple-nghhh please stop,” you whimpered as gojo harshly sucked on your clit, pulling yet another moan from your lips.

right now, you were in a spot a little away from the backstage area, somewhere you didn’t know how gojo had found, and where no one else was around. he was among the guests invited to the show and would be watching from the front row. the moment he arrived backstage, people flocked to him, showering him with attention and making him the center of it all. but gojo wasn’t there to mingle or admire the new collection.

you knew exactly what he wanted.

gojo lifted his head from between your legs, his lips glistening and his face slick with your juices, looked up at you. “how many times do i have to tell you to call me satoru?”

“fuck off, satoru, i need to go.”

“and i don’t want you to go,” he replied, sliding his fingers along your drenched folds, making you gasp. “besides, i think you don’t want to leave right now either. please, baby, let me help relieve your stress, hm?”

the show you were about to walk in was the most anticipated event of fashion week. your legs were trembling with nervous excitement, and you were terrified you might stumble and fall on the runway. gojo, however, had promised to help you turn that around, and now here you were, pressed against a wall in some hidden room, letting one of the most prominent figures in the fashion world eat your pussy.

your grip on his snowy white hair loosened slightly. “i don’t want to embarrass myself.”

gojo pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before looking back up at you. “you won’t. remember, if you’ve proven to me how amazing a model you can be, everyone else already knows how good you are.”

arrogant bastard. even in a sentence meant to reassure you, he managed to stroke his own ego.

“instead of using your mouth to praise yourself, use it to make me cum. wasn’t that what you wanted, to help me relieve my stress?” you smirked.

gojo seemed to enjoy your bold words because he wasted no time responding. “whatever my favorite model wants.” and with that, he got right back to work.

as his two fingers pumped into you, his tongue kept pace, swirling over your clit. his tongue was relentless, flicking and drawing circles on that sensitive little spot, making your eyes flutter shut.

“so good, keep going,” you tilted your head back, moaning and craving more.

gojo curled his fingers, finding your g-spot, while his tongue drew intricate shapes on your swollen bud. as if that wasn’t enough, he sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips relentless.

“fuck, fuck…” your legs shook, and your hands gripped his hair with a strength you didn’t know you had.

gojo briefly pulled his lips away from your dripping clit with a lewd pop, his fingers still working inside you. “you’re so fucking beautiful. this pussy was made for me. god, it’s trembling around my fingers just like your legs.” he growled before diving back in, sucking harder.

“i love—i love when you touch me. you make me feel so fucking good.” it was true. every touch of his made you feel like a goddess. people weren’t wrong when they said satoru gojo had a talent for elevating others.

whether it was through his photos, his mouth, or his cock.

gojo released your clit again, though his fingers never faltered. he whispered into your dripping pussy, “because you are perfect, my muse.” then he sped up his fingers and brought his mouth back to your clit, sucking with a fervor that had you seeing stars.

his nose brushed against you as he worked, and the sensation sent a deep moan ripping from your throat. you didn’t care if anyone outside heard the mix of moans and cries spilling from your mouth. right now, all you cared about was finding relief before the big show.

“goj-satoru shit, my legs are t-trembling,” you stammered, pressing his face closer, signaling how close you were. the only thing shaking more than your legs was your voice as his relentless mouth and fingers drove you to the edge.

“cum, baby. soak my face, cover me in your sweetness. fuck, you taste so good.”

as he growled those words into your pussy, your trembling turned into spasms, and you shut your eyes. the orgasm spread through your body, yet gojo’s fingers didn’t stop. as you grew more sensitive, you begged him to stop. at first, he didn’t listen and kept going, but eventually, the movements of his fingers slowed down. finally, he stopped and slowly withdrew his fingers, now coated in your sticky juices.

“let me clean you up,” he murmured, licking the juices that had trickled down your thighs. “can’t have you going on the runway like this, right?” his tongue lapped at your thighs as he peppered soft kisses along your skin.

“you’re insane, satoru gojo,” you muttered, your hand brushing against the nape of his neck—his favorite spot to be touched.

he pressed one last kiss to your sensitive pussy before standing up. he fixed the designer skirt that had ridden up your waist, then leaned down to capture your lips with his still-wet ones. “you look relaxed now. when you walk the runway, remember this—I’ll only be watching you.” he pulled back, smoothing his hair before heading for the door. just as he reached it, he turned around. “oh, and after the show, come to the back entrance. my car will be waiting. sorry you’ll miss the after-party, but trust me, i’ll make up for it in the car and the room later.”

once he left, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. with all the stress drained from your body, you were finally ready for the show. a few minutes later, you emerged from the room, ignoring the frantic chatter of people saying they’d been looking for you everywhere. “i just needed to relax,” you said, brushing past their confused faces and taking your place in the lineup.

after the show ended, you quickly changed, bid everyone goodbye with a rushed excuse about missing the after-party, and headed to the back entrance. opening the door of the sleek black car, you found that cocky, talented photographer sitting there in his cream-colored suit and vintage sunglasses. without saying a word, you climbed into the car and sat beside him.

you said nothing, just looked straight ahead. but you knew he had that smug grin on his face.

just before the car started moving, gojo pressed a button, and the black partition separating the front and back began to rise. you turned to look at him, and before he could say anything, you climbed into his lap, tossing his sunglasses aside and crashing your lips against his.

fashion photographer!gojo may have made you miss the after-party, but he made sure to give you the best one in the car and the hotel room. again. and again.

all rights belong to the @moonlitwitchdaisy do not copy, reproduce, or translate my work.

[virtual-bunny]

“ HEY NERDY BOY ! ”

random headcannons about nerdjo because he turns me on

pairings: nerd! gojo x chubby fem! reader

WARNINGS: SMUT but not too detailed, some body image issues, probably some writing errors :3

a/n: i might come back every now and then if a new idea pops up in my head hehe

ARTIST CREDS: @/N06ARA ON TWITTER

✧ nerdjo who can almost cry over how beautiful he thinks you are

✧ nerdjo who stammers over his words when you wear shorts that squeeze your thighs just right

✧ nerdjo who clings onto your body and inhales your scent and gets a boner instantly as he grips your love handles

✧ nerdjo who slouches so you can give him a kiss, his glasses slidding down his nose bridge as your lips touch his cheeks, his cheek warm from him being flustered, and when you pull away, nerdjo’s eyes are almost crossed eyed as he sighs deeply

✧ nerdjo who uses your tummy as a stress ball when you sit next to him while he does his physics homework

✧ nerdjo who lays on your tummy as you play with his hair while he sleeps, saliva spilling from the side of his mouth

✧ nerdjo whose so head over heels for you that he begs you to let him carry your books and backpack so he can trail behind you to see the way your ass and thighs jiggle

✧ nerdjo who helps you with your homework and pinches your cheek, side or thighs whenever you get something wrong

✧ nerdjo who holds onto your stomach when you’re riding him, his face flushed and glasses crooked as he looks up at you with drunken eyes

✧ nerdjo who stumbles to catch up to you because he was too caught up watching you walk infront of him

✧ nerdjo who rolls his eyes when his jock friend geto teases him when he sees that gojo isn’t paying attention to lecture “she’s got you wrapped around her finger doesn’t she?” “wrapped around her thighs” nerdjo sighs without a second thought

✧ nerdjo who likes to put his hands around your tummy and gently squeeze it whenever you two are watching tv and you’re sitting between his legs

✧ nerdjo who fivershly pumps his cock at the thought of your round body jiggling when you ride him, or when you laugh, or when you walk

✧ nerdjo who makes snarky comments at you when you try to show him that “you’re way smarter than he is”

✧ nerdjo who reads out his physics notebook out loud just to make you mad because you hate physics

✧ nerdjo who goes all red whenever he brings you gifts on his way to your dorm

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t like going outside and rather stay home watching Teen Titans but still does because he knows you like to go out on dates

✧ nerdjo who used to bite his pencils out of habit but now bites your chubby hands if you’re sitting next to him as he does his homework or helps you with yours

✧ nerdjo who has to assure you he loves you and thinks your as beautiful as “The Euler-Lagrange Equation” (you have no idea what this means)

✧ nerdjo who puts his hands under your stomach, thighs and boobs to keep them warm

✧ nerdjo who bores you to death as he talk about quantum physics but you don’t say anything because you find it cute the way he sometimes spits by accident when he rambled and how his glasses slowly fall when’s he’s making movements as he talks

✧ nerdjo who likes to prove you wrong whenever you try to be a “smarty pants”

✧ nerdjo who softens when you go up to him while he was working on a project and tell him you’re worried about him because he looks like he hasn’t slept in three days

✧ nerdjo who mutters to himself in class when a stupid frat guy tries to answer the professors question, obviously saying the wrong answer but clearly only doing it to get laughs out of everyone. “what an idiot.” gojo grits to himself

✧ nerdjo who looks seriously shocked when he’s helping you with your homework and you get the wrong answer even though the right answer is CLEARLY right in front of your eyes “love… you seriously don’t know the answer…?”

✧ nerdjo who spends HOURS in the library to a room all by himself, books, papers, pens and pencils all scattered around the table while trying to get his work done, his hair messy and eyebrows furrowed, but when you text him saying you were gonna drop off food for him, his whole demeanor turns soft and giddy thinking about how he’s gonna be able to see you

✧ nerdjo who if he’s not doing homework or reading, is playing or watching digimon in your dorm, explaining everything he possibly can so you can catch up to the lore (you stopped listening a long time ago)

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t really talk much in class but when he does, the professors have to cut him off because gojo can talk for HOURS

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his lap as he codes on his computer

✧ nerdjo who can solve a rubix cube in a minute and always does when you ask him to (for your own entertainment)

✧ nerdjo whos into physics and computer science

✧ nerdjo who awkwardly puts his hand around your shoulder when the two of you are walking back to your dorm (he nearly trips)

✧ nerdjo who when you tell him a fun science fact, crosses his arms, leans back on the couch and goes “well ACTUALY-“ it’s too late to stop him, he’s already yapping to you on how the fact is wrong

✧ nerdjo who starts looking stupid now because you two have a class together when the new semester started and he can’t concentrate at all because he’s too concentrated looking at YOU

✧ nerdjo who tries to be freaky by putting his shaky hand on your upper thigh but you smack it away and he gives you a sad puppy look as he fixes his glasses, you swear you could see tears forming in his eyes

✧ nerdjo who runs to you when he finishes a prototype for whatever sciencey class he has and with full confidence says “you’re looking at the new science prodigy babe!” “uh huh” you say

✧ nerdjo who goes to the library again to study, he’s so stressed but he’s glad you came along, that’s until you went under the desk he was sitting at, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers JUST barely, hes literally gripping onto the table, face flushed hair messy crooked glasses and chest heaving trying so hard not to make it obvious you have his dick in your mouth

✧ nerdjo who makes you tag along with him to the nearest store to get the newest Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who makes you gasp when you turn around for one second and look back to see him fighting a literal ten year old for a box set of Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t show you memes, but shows you reddit posts that you have no interest in looking at

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his face, but not to eat you out, but so your thighs can squish his face. he says that “it de-stresses him” and when you go to complain he says “it’s scientifically proven that it does”

✧ nerdjo who SOMETIMES is a cocky asshole in class, and when an acquaintance of yours who’s also in gojos’s class tells you how much of an asshole your boyfriend is, you straighten nerdjo up by riding his face nonstop to the point he’s crying because HE’S not getting any action

✧ nerdjo who you convince that overstimulating him will “de-stress him” and “make him focus better” so when you tied him up in your bed with a vibrator wrapped on the head of his cock, he’s whining, crying, squirming, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head and pleading you to “let him do anything to you” (when you finally let him cum he tells you the next day that his focus is 97.56% better than it was the day before)

✧ nerdjo who’s so competitive when the two of you play video games he forgets you’re his GIRLFRIEND and is brutal with the insults when you loose

✧ nerdjo who’s actually really strong and likes to carry you around your dorm or outside when the two of you go for a walk. and even though you’re protesting and telling him you “don’t wanna hurt him” all nerdjo says is “just cause i’m smart doesn’t mean i’m not strong”

✧ nerdjo who likes to suck your clit while gripping your tummy

✧ nerdjo who likes to grip your fupa cause he’s weird like that

✧ nerdjo who ANALYZES your pussy and your actions whenever he’s fingering you or fucking you so he can make you feel better for the next time you two fuck (you always have a stronger orgasam each time after the other)

✧ nerdjo who bites his nails and gets told off by you (he immediately begs for your forgiveness)

✧ nerdjo who kisses your tummy whenever he lays down on your lap and turns his head so he’s looking up at you and says “you’re the most angelic thing i’ve ever seen, you know that?” he sighs contently while pushing his glasses up and giving you the stupidest toothy smile

[c4stxx]

my glorious blue eyed king😝

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[agusrkive]

playing golf with brother's best friend!gojo who can't keep his eyes off of you. that white little skirt you were wearing is doing things to his head. yes, both heads; the one between his shoulders and the one between his legs. the latter seem to be the only one doing the thinking right now. his pants were getting a little too uncomfortably tight as he watches you bend over to get the right angle. the right angle to hit the ball and the perfect angle to get a glimpse of what you were hiding behind that damn skirt from where he was sitting. you bend a little more, holding the grip steady on your hands before swinging it back and forth as you contemplate on your move. gojo freezes and he had to push his glasses down his nose a little to check if his own eyes were deceiving him, and speaking of glasses; gojo feels the sudden urge to thank whoever invented them! as he realizes he could have the ability look at whatever he pleases without anyone noticing. he sees it and almost chokes. gojo feels dizzy all of a sudden. what were you thinking, wearing a black lace panty with nothing else underneath that little skirt while you play golf with your brother's best friend?

oh, you naughty little thing. he feels his cock twitch, straining in the confines of his slacks. it's starting to hurt now, yet he couldn't even bare to look away. instead, he pushes back his glasses once more to continue ogling you. his sparkling eyes rake over your figure. easy acces. where did that thought even come from? gojo silently groans. how easy would it be for him to just stand up from his seat and walk over to where you are. grab you by the waist from behind as he pulls you to him so you could feel the hardness of his cock against your ass. oh, how easy would it be for him to just lift your white little skirt to see that ass and pull down the tiny lace of fabric or he could just pull it aside and shove his cock in your cunt. would you be wet? it doesn't matter, he would prep you with his long fingers. or would you prefer his tongue? god.. you're driving him insane. gojo bites into his fist just imagining how you would taste on his tongue. would you let him? would you let you brother's best friend fuck you? the image will now be burned into his mind forever, great. you're his best friend's little sister for goodness sake! suguru would definitely kill him and he would gladly let him if it means to feel you. gojo almost closes his eyes in shame, then you hit the ball. gojo stands up from his seat while he claps, letting out a wolfy grin. good girl. like he wasn't just thinking about fucking you in that white little skirt a minute ago.

insert: that gojo baseball fit from that gojo baseball scene

[hel1nn]

Teen bf gojo x reader with smol boobies ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

W: nudity

After coming back to your warm dorm from tiring mission with your bf you were going to change your clothes,satoru said he'll sneak in your dorm as soon as he finishes changing his clothes too. You don't mind it since you loved cuddling your toru whenever you're tired,you grabbed your cotton white shorts after removing your upper clothing,your body is fully bare as you were about to remove your pants..you see satoru standing Infront of you. Oh.

"s-satoru.."

His face is flushed and frozen up standing there staring at your boobs, and your cute nipples staring at his eyes. just as you realise that were about to scream and kick him out. Your hands covering your chest. but satoru is the one who squeals in shyness as he throws a shirt at you and runs off to your bathroom. He had told you to change your clothes after he sneaks in (teleports) in your dorm but in tiredness you didn't heared that. Satoru was planning on making you wear his shirt tonight..ofc he won't force. Imagining his scent coming from your soft body, how cute you'd look in his shirt. How Your thighs would be exposed if you decided to wore shorts,his fingertips gently brushing against your thigh. He was a red giggling mess thinking all of that. You were just as flushed as him right now holding his shirt against your chest as you stared where satoru was standing moments ago...satoru just saw your exposed body. How would you face him when he comes out of the bathroom. Uh...did he liked what he saw..? No- you should stop thinking that. You don't care if you have small boobs,you huff as you put on the shirt satoru threw at you... just to realize it was satoru's shirt. Your face flushed even deeper as you noticed yourself on the mirror. The shirt stopped at your mid thighs, your shoulder was slightly exposed. Just how much of a big boy he is? You pout because he acts like a 10y old with you with this big of a body. Just then you heard satoru's voice.

"baby...can i come out now..?" Satoru's voice was soft, almost shy. You quickly started to put on your shorts as you yelled an no but eventually you had to say yes. so when he comes out of the bathroom,his face still flushed but a smirk on his face that turns into a cute smile when he sees you in his shirt, your soft thighs exposed. Your face was flushed too- how could you not be embarrassed when your boyfriend just saw you half naked!? There was a small pout on your lips as you avoided eye contact with him. Satoru slowly walks up to you, making sure your not uncomfortable as he wrapped he long arms around you

"you really had to teleport like that?" You whine as you buried your face in his chest,satoru giggles. What a perv- you thought.

"but baby...i liked your boobies,so smol,so cute. How soft are they-"

You slap a hand on his mouth as he giggled softly against your hand

"sorry" his voice come out muffled as he pressed a sweet kiss on your palm "your such a perv" you huff as you pull away and satoru whines as he follows you to your bed

"no cuddles for you-"

You were cut off by satoru's lips just as you sat on your bed.

"i don't care we're gonna cuddle anyway" he said as he smiled against your lips,his hand wrapping around your waist. Finally a smile appeared on your lips as you wrap your arms around him.

"im tired, let's sleep."

[joemama-2]

a dead end | chap. 2

༺♰༻ gojo x fem reader

𓉸♱𓉸 synopsis: you were a star under stadium lights, gojo satoru a savior in sterile halls. now, the world rots, and survival is your only stage. amid the relentless dead and the horrors of the living, an unsteady bond forms—but trust is as fragile as life itself. in the shadows of ruin, love and death walk hand in hand. which will claim you first?

༺♰༻ wc: 10.8k

༺♰༻ tags/warnings: death, angst, violence, smut, cannibalism, murder, blood, gore, zombie apocalypse, crazy people, reader is a little bitchy at first, character development, torture, guns, weapons, alcohol, drugs, medical talk here and there, research talk, mentions of a leaked sextape, bullying, betrayal, lying, love, surgeon! satoru, cheerleader! reader, small age gap

༺♰༻ series masterlist < previous chapter < next chapter

The next morning, you wake up at the ripe time of seven in the morning. Sitting up with a yawn, you do your usual stretches to wake yourself up and to warm your body for the day to come. The cold air of your apartment tickles at your skin as you stand, putting on your robe and slippers, and strutting into the kitchen. It’s still partially dark outside, but the city skyline has a view that welcomes you every morning from your place of residence. You fix yourself your morning green shake, humming a small tune. In just a few minutes, you’re presented with a lovely shake that you pour into a mason jar, along with a glass straw. Walking over to the sliding door to step out onto your balcony and bask in the Tokyo morning. 

The calm before the storm. 

You notice that it seems much more quiet than usual, which is a little odd to you. But that’s the least of your concerns right now. Looking back over your shoulder to check the clock in the living room, it reads 7:25 am. You usually start getting dressed in about ten-ish minutes. You suppose you can stay outside a bit longer. 

You take a slow sip of your green shake, letting the cool, earthy flavor settle on your tongue. The chill in the morning air prickles your skin, but it’s nothing your fluffy robe can’t handle. However, the quiet starts to feel... eerie? Tokyo mornings are rarely this subdued, even this early. Normally, you’d hear the hum of distant traffic, the faint chatter of commuters, or the occasional screech of a train on the nearby rails.

But today? Silence.

Your eyes scan the skyline, seeking something—anything—that might explain the stillness. The buildings stand as steadfast as ever, their glass facades reflecting the faint glow of the rising sun. Yet, there’s something unsettling about the way the city feels almost lifeless. You try to shake off the unease, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of your breathing and the vibrant green color of your shake. It’s probably nothing. Maybe it’s a public holiday you don’t know about, and everyone’s sleeping in. Or maybe it’s just your imagination running wild.

You glance down at the street below. Normally bustling with early risers and delivery trucks, it’s eerily empty. A single pigeon hops along the sidewalk, pecking at something invisible to your eye. The faint rustle of wind carries a hollow sound, like a whisper of something distant and foreboding. The clock ticks in your mind—7:27 now. You have just a few minutes before your day officially begins. But something about the morning feels wrong. You step back inside, closing the balcony door behind you, the faint chill lingering on your skin.

You tell yourself it’s just another day. Just another quiet Tokyo morning. But as you head toward your room to get dressed, a faint sound catches your ear—a low, distant thrum, almost like the hum of an approaching storm. It sends a ripple of unease down your spine. Still, you brush it off. After all, what could possibly go wrong in the heart of the city?

Maybe playing some music would heal your unexpected anxiety.

It does, for the most part. Of course, it’s hard to just turn off those emotions of yours, but the music offers a great distraction. After the performance yesterday, you sent out a text to the group chat sometime last night about needing to practice the next day. Although no one outwardly showed their annoyance, you could sense the attitude in their text messages.

You change into a simple white, active long-sleeve. Followed by your black jacket that you usually take with you on your runs, the one that snatches you perfectly. Lastly, it comes with some simple, flared yoga pants and black shoes. 

With your anxiety dulled by the rhythm of your playlist, you focus on getting ready for the day ahead. The soft hum of the music fills your apartment, blending seamlessly with the faint rays of sunlight now creeping through the windows. You let the beats guide your movements as you pull on your jacket, the snug fit a comforting reminder of its familiarity. It’s become something of a ritual—dressing for your morning activities, and grounding yourself in the process.

You glance at your reflection in the hallway mirror, smoothing out the creases in your yoga pants and adjusting the collar of your jacket. You look ready, at least outwardly. The unease from earlier still lingers faintly in the back of your mind, but you shake your head, willing yourself to focus. You grab your phone and slide it into your jacket pocket, the time now reads 7:40.

The messages from last night play in your mind. The short, clipped responses. The curt “Sure” from Mina, the nonchalant thumbs-up emoji from Emma, and the terse “Fine” from Izumi. They weren’t thrilled, that much was clear, but you couldn’t let that bother you. Practice was necessary. You push aside the nagging thought that maybe you’re pushing them too hard. Leadership isn’t always about being liked—it’s about making sure things get done. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. Sliding open your apartment door, you step into the crisp morning air. The city feels a little more alive now, though not by much. A few cars glide silently down the street, and a pair of joggers pass by on the opposite sidewalk. You fall into step with the rhythm of your music, your shoes hitting the pavement in time with the beat.

The streets are still tamer than usual, but you tell yourself it’s nothing. If anything, it’s probably for the best you don’t run into many people today. In a way, the emptier streets feel more serene. The trek to the field you hold practices at is a short one; the perks of living right in the heart of Tokyo. 

You focus on the day ahead: the run, the practice, and maybe, if you’re lucky, a moment to breathe.

Of course, you’re the first one there. Getting things set up and stretching your body out some more as the time passes. Yui is next, greeting you with a small hug. Her hair is tied up, clad in a matching, light pink set.  Yui’s arrival brings a warmth to the otherwise still space. Her small hug is brief but comforting, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you share. Her matching set contrasts against the neutral tones of the locker room, bringing a pop of color and cheerfulness into the space. She adjusts her ponytail as she sets her bag down in the corner, glancing around. “You’re early, as always,” she says with a smile, her tone teasing but fond.

“Someone’s got to be,” you reply with a shrug, watching as she begins her stretches beside you. The quiet hum of the city outside filters through the windows, but it’s far less noticeable now that you have company. The room starts to feel more alive with her presence. Yui hums a little tune as she moves, her energy light but contagious. You feel your earlier anxiety begin to loosen its grip, replaced with a faint sense of reassurance.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” she asks, glancing at you as she bends into a stretch.

“Same as usual,” you say. “Clean up the transitions, make sure the timing is tight… and maybe work on that lift again.”

Yui groans dramatically, flopping onto the mat for emphasis. “Not the lift again! My arms are still sore from the last time.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “It’ll be fine. We’re almost there; it just needs a little more polish.”

One by one, the others begin to trickle in, each bringing their own energy to the room. The buzz of conversation grows, and with it, a sense of purpose fills the space. This is where you thrive—in the midst of your team, working together toward something greater. Whatever unease you woke up with this morning feels like a distant memory now. The storm can wait. For now, it’s time to focus. Once you do a headcount, your team and you exit the locker room, heading out to the grassy field that’s surrounded by a track. The sun beams down on you all, not too hot but not too cold either. It’s the perfect weather where you won’t break too much of a sweat. 

From the corner of your eye, you notice Sayo hovering next to you.

You force yourself not to say anything to her, choosing to look straight ahead. Though her fidgetiness is starting to grate on your nerves, your restraint may prove stronger today. 

Sayo awkwardly shuffles as she keeps pace with you, her head slightly bowed, hands nervously fiddling with the hem of her practice shirt. She’s trying to match your stride without actually walking beside you, hovering like a mosquito you can’t quite swat away. Your jaw tightens. You force your eyes forward, refusing to acknowledge her. Not today. Not when you’ve got your own mind to settle and a practice to lead. But her persistent fidgeting—the way she moves her weight from foot to foot, the slight sniffle as though she’s gathering the courage to speak—chips away at your patience.

You slow your pace ever so slightly, the rest of the team going ahead of you both, your voice calm but laced with an edge. “Do you need something, Sayo?”

She freezes, blinking up at you with wide, startled eyes like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh! Um, n-no, I just—” She fumbles over her words, clutching her hands together nervously.

“Then why are you hovering like a lost puppy?” you ask, not bothering to mask the exasperation in your tone.

Her cheeks flush crimson, and she stammers, “I just wanted to say… you’re, um, really inspiring. Like, the way you handle everything—it’s just, uh…”

You stop abruptly, turning to face her fully. “Listen, Sayo,” you say, your voice firm but not unkind. “If you have something to say, say it. But if you’re just here to tell me how great you think I am, save it for someone else. I’ve got a team to lead, and right now, I need focus, not flattery.”

Her mouth opens and closes like she wants to argue—or maybe apologize—but instead, she just nods quickly, retreating a few steps.

“Good,” you say, already turning back toward the field. “Now let’s get to work.”

Behind you, Sayo lingers for a moment before falling into line with the rest of the team. The tension in your chest eases slightly as you refocus, the field stretching out ahead of you. Today isn’t about dealing with insecurities—hers or your own. Today is about pushing forward, one step at a time.

“So, I want to get some things out the way first.” A hush falls over the group as your voice cuts through the chatter. All eyes snap to you, the sharpness of your words hitting like a cold splash of water. The casual confidence in your tone only deepens the sting, and you don’t miss the way some of them exchange uneasy glances. You stand tall, your hands firmly planted on your hips, surveying the group with an expression that could cut steel. “Let’s be honest,” you continue, pacing slowly in front of them. “Yesterday’s performance was sloppy. Timing? Nonexistent. Stability? A total joke. You know it, I know it, and anyone with eyes would’ve seen it.”

A few of the girls shift uncomfortably, some looking down at the grass, others bristling at your bluntness.

“I could tell you I’m disappointed,” you add, stopping dead in your tracks, your gaze sweeping over the team like a spotlight. “But that would imply I wasn’t already doubtful of your ability to pull this off in the first place.”

A beat of silence follows, heavy and charged. You let it hang, watching their faces carefully—gauging who’s about to crumble and who’s gearing up to prove you wrong. “This isn’t about making you feel bad,” you continue, your tone softening just a fraction—not enough to be comforting, but enough to show you mean business. “It’s about reality. And the reality is, if we want to compete—if we want to succeed with our abilities and as a team—we need to be better. Way better. So, today, we’re fixing this mess. Timing, stability, and everything in between.”

You step back, clapping your hands once for emphasis. “Pair up. We’re starting with synchronized drills. No excuses, no shortcuts. If I see even a hint of laziness, you’ll be doing laps until the sun goes down. Got it?”

A chorus of half-hearted “Yes, Y/N” responses fills the air, but you’re not satisfied.

“I said, got it?” you bark, your voice sharper this time.

“Yes, Y/N!” they reply in unison, louder and more resolute.

“Good. Let’s move.”

You watch as they scramble into pairs, your sharp gaze tracking every movement. Doubt may have been your starting point, but today, you’re determined to turn it into drive—for them and for yourself.

As the girls hustle to pair off, you notice the range of emotions on their faces—some eager to prove themselves, others visibly irritated, and a few clearly nervous under the weight of your scrutiny. The grass beneath their feet is damp from the morning dew, and their sneakers leave faint imprints as they shuffle into position. You don’t give them the luxury of hesitation. “Faster,” you snap, clapping your hands again. “We don’t have all day.”

The girls move with more urgency now, pairing up as instructed. A few of them adjust their ponytails or tighten their shoelaces, while others stretch their arms, shaking out the tension before the drills begin. You cross your arms and pace along the line of pairs, your sharp eyes dissecting their posture and stance. A few girls straighten up as you pass, clearly hoping to avoid your wrath. Others avoid your gaze entirely, their focus trained on the ground or their partner.

“Pair one,” you call out, stopping in front of the first duo. You take in their positions with a critical eye. “Anya, you’re leaning too far forward. Sayo, your footing is a mess. Fix it before you make each other trip.”

Sayo flinches at the critique, but Anya mutters a quick “Got it,” already adjusting her stance.

You move to the next pair, your tone no less sharp. “Pair two—Carmen, loosen up your arms. You’re not a robot. Chloe, stop slouching. What are you, ninety?”

The girls flush at your words, hurriedly correcting themselves as you step to the next group.

By the time you’ve made it through all the pairs, the atmosphere on the field is tense, the air thick with unspoken determination. You don’t sugarcoat anything, and they know better than to expect you to. That’s not why you’re here.

“Alright,” you say, turning to face them all again. “Now that you look less like a group of untrained amateurs, let’s see if you can act like a team. We’re starting with synchronized lunges. Pair up in a straight line and match your partner’s pace. If even one of you is out of sync, you’re starting over.”

A collective groan ripples through the group, but you raise a single eyebrow, silencing it instantly. “Save the whining for someone who cares. Let’s go.”

The girls shuffle into formation, their movements stiff as they line up across the field. You stand at the front, hands on your hips, watching like a hawk as they begin the drill.

“Left leg first!” you bark. “One... two... three!”

The line moves as one, or at least they try to. A few pairs stumble out of sync, lunges uneven, and you immediately catch it.

“Stop!” you shout, holding up a hand. “You call that synchronized? I’ve seen toddlers with better coordination. Back to the start. Again!” They groan louder this time, but your glare shuts them up. They return to their starting positions, sweat already starting to bead on their brows.

“Left leg, again. One... two... three!”

This time, the movement is a little better, though still far from perfect. You spot a misstep in the middle of the line and cut them off again. “Do it right, or don’t do it at all,” you snap, pointing directly at the offenders. “I’ll make you do this all day if I have to. Your choice.”

By the fifth repetition, their movements finally start to sync up. The line flows more smoothly, and the pairs begin to find a rhythm.

“Better,” you admit begrudgingly, though your tone is far from approving. “But ‘better’ isn’t good enough. Keep going. I want perfect.” You step back to observe, your arms still crossed as you watch them push through the drill. The sun climbs higher in the sky, and the sound of synchronized footsteps echoes across the field. Despite the exhaustion beginning to set in, you can see the spark of determination in their movements.

Maybe they’ll prove you wrong after all.

It has to have been at least two hours of synchronized activities before you break the group for some water. The group collectively collapses into the grass as you call for a water break, their faces flushed and hair sticking to their damp foreheads. Yui, ever the drama queen, stumbles toward you with exaggerated weariness, clutching her water bottle like it’s the only thing keeping her alive. “Stop being dramatic,” you tell Yui, who theatrically leans against your body, gushing down her water.

“Oh, captain,” she groans, leaning heavily against you with all the weight of a person on the brink of collapse. “You’re trying to kill us, I swear.”

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow, gently nudging her off you. “Stop being extra, Yui. You’re not dying. You’re just out of shape.”

The other girls laugh weakly, some sprawled out on the grass while others sit upright, guzzling water like they’ve just crossed a desert. A few exchange playful jabs, their camaraderie shining through the exhaustion.

“Out of shape?” Yui gasps, clutching her chest as though you’ve mortally wounded her. “I’ll have you know I ran two miles yesterday.”

“And yet here you are, acting like two hours of practice is the end of the world. You know we still have more to go.”

Yui pouts but doesn’t argue, instead taking another dramatic swig of her water.

You take a moment to survey the team, your sharp gaze softening just slightly as you watch them. Their exhaustion is real, but so is their determination. You’ve pushed them hard today, and though they’ve grumbled, they’ve risen to the challenge.

“Alright, listen up,” you call out, clapping your hands to get their attention. The scattered conversations die down as the girls look up at you, still catching their breath. “You’ve done better these past two hours. I’m seeing more coordination and more focus. But don’t think for a second we’re done. We’ve got a long way to go, and the next game isn’t going to wait for you to get comfortable.”

A few of them groan, but the majority nod, their expressions determined.

“We’ll take ten,” you continue, crossing your arms. “Hydrate, stretch, and get your heads back in the game. After this, we’re moving on to formations. And I don’t want to see anyone dragging their feet.”

The girls groan again, louder this time, but you catch the faint smirks on some of their faces. Despite the grueling pace, they know you’re pushing them for a reason.

“Ten minutes,” you repeat, your tone firm. “Make it count.”

As the team disperses to stretch or lie back on the grass, Yui flops down dramatically next to a pair of her teammates, still grumbling about “cruel and unusual punishment.” You shake your head with a faint smile, turning your attention to the clipboard in your hand. There’s still plenty of work to be done, but you can’t deny the faint sense of pride bubbling beneath your strict exterior.

The minutes pass by quickly and soon, you’re back and at ‘em. At least, almost all of you are. “Where’s Mina?” You ask Izumi, who was her partner. 

Izumi looks back towards the locker room before responding. “Um…she said she wasn’t feeling good. She was getting nauseous?”

“Is she sick?” 

Izumi shifts nervously, glancing between you and the direction of the locker room. “I don’t know. She didn’t really say. She just looked pale and ran off before I could ask more.”

You frown, glancing toward the building, concern creeping into your chest. “Did she mention anything earlier? Did she seem off to you before practice?”

Izumi shakes her head. “Not really. She was fine during warm-ups. I thought maybe she just overdid it in the heat.”

You sigh, glancing back at the team, who are starting to reassemble on the field. “Alright.” You nod to Yui, “Keep the group running through the last drill we practiced. I’m going to check on her.”

Yui nods and jogs back to the others with Izumi as you make your way toward the locker room. The echo of your footsteps fills the narrow hallway as you push open the door, the cooler air inside a welcome relief from the heat outside. “Mina?” you call, your voice cutting through the stillness.

At first, there’s no response, but then you hear it—a faint sound, like muffled breathing, coming from one of the stalls of the bathroom. You move closer, knocking gently on the door.

“Mina? It’s me. Are you okay?”

There’s a pause before a shaky voice responds. “I… I’m fine. Just needed a minute.”

You can tell she’s not fine. Her voice is strained, and trembling, and it sets off alarms in your head. “Mina, if you’re not feeling well, you need to tell me. What’s going on?”

Another pause. Then, more hesitantly: “I think… I think I just got overheated. I’ll be okay in a second.”

You lean against the stall door, lowering your voice to sound less authoritative and more understanding. “Mina, it’s alright if you’re not feeling up to it today. You don’t have to push through if something’s wrong. Let me help.”

There’s a long silence before the lock clicks, and the door creaks open. Mina stands there, her face pale, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes are glassy, and she looks like she could collapse at any moment. Her skin is pale, almost green-looking and your concern heightens. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, avoiding your gaze. “I didn’t want to slow everyone down.”

Your frown deepens as you place a hand on her shoulder, steadying her. “You’re not slowing anyone down, Mina. Your health comes first. Sit down for a second.” You guide her to a bench and grab a nearby water bottle, handing it to her. She takes it with shaky hands, sipping slowly. “Did something happen?” 

She takes big gulps from her water, emptying the entire thing in just a matter of seconds. Afterward, she wipes some water from the corner of her mouth and replies. “No, I mean…” she takes in a deep breath before continuing. “On the way here, there was some…crazy guy on the bus. He got a little too close to me and when I tried pushing him back, he bit me. The cops and ambulance came and they said everything looked fine.”

Your stomach drops as her words sink in. “He…bit you?” you repeat, disbelief clear in your voice and eyes widening.

Mina nods, her expression tight with discomfort. “Yeah, it was so weird. He was acting all twitchy and… off, you know? Like, not just drunk or high. He looked sick. His skin was all blotchy, and his eyes were bloodshot.”

A cold chill creeps up your spine, but you force yourself to stay calm for her sake. “Oh my god. Did the medics check you out? Are you sure everything’s okay?”

She nods again, but there’s a hint of doubt in her eyes. “Yeah, they said the bite didn’t break the skin, so I should be fine. Just bruised. They gave me a tetanus shot to be safe, though.”

You let out a slow breath, trying to mask your unease. “Okay. That’s good, but you should have told me sooner. You’re clearly not feeling well, and this could be more serious than you think.”

Mina looks down at her hands, fidgeting with the empty water bottle. “I didn’t want to cause a scene. Everyone was already staring at me on the bus, and then practice… I just wanted to forget about it.”

You crouch down in front of her again, making sure she meets your gaze. “Mina, listen to me. You’re not causing a scene, and it’s okay to ask for help. If something feels wrong—anything—you have to let someone know. Do you feel weird? Lightheaded? Feverish?”

She hesitates, then shrugs. “I feel a little off, but it’s probably just the heat and not eating, like you said. I swear, I’m okay.”

You study her face closely, noting the slight sheen of sweat still clinging to her pale skin. Something doesn’t sit right, but you don’t want to alarm her further. “Alright, but I want you to rest for the rest of practice. No arguments. And I’m walking you to the nurse after this to double-check.”

Mina starts to protest, but you cut her off with a firm look. “Non-negotiable.”

She sighs, slumping against the bench. “Okay. Thanks… and sorry for making you worry.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that,” you say softly. “Just focus on feeling better, alright?”

You give her one last wary look before turning on your heel and exiting the room. As you step back onto the field, you glance over your shoulder from where you just came. Her words replay in your mind, and the uneasy feeling in your gut refuses to settle. A crazy guy on the bus. A bite. The blotchy skin and bloodshot eyes.

That doesn’t sound right. And the fact that she still felt obligated to come to practice makes you feel pretty damn guilty. You sigh and rub your forehead. I’ll check up on her in a bit. 

You turn your attention back to the team. “Alright, let’s pick it up! Positions!” you call out, your tone sharper than intended. The girls scramble to fall into line, but your focus drifts, your gaze flickering back to the locker room every few moments. 

You clench your jaw, reminding yourself of your duties as captain. Though the knot in your stomach grows tighter with every second. You push the nagging thoughts aside for now, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand.

“Yui, tighten up your formation,” you bark, pointing at the gap between her and Izumi. “If I can drive a truck through that space, it’s too wide. And Sayo, stop looking at your feet—you’re going to trip if you keep that up!”

The girls groan but adjust as instructed, and for a moment, you lose yourself in the rhythm of practice. The synchronized movements, the stomp of shoes against the grass, the shouts of encouragement from teammates—it’s enough to temporarily drown out the unease lingering in your chest.

The minutes pass, turning into another hour. Mina has sludged her way out of the locker room and back out onto the field. Giving her a wary look, hands hovering out in case of anything. “Hey, you don’t have to. Go home and call the do—”

“I’m okay.” She rasps out in a voice that internally shocks you. It sounds manly and guttural. The complete opposite of her usual sweet-toned voice. She pushes past you with a strength that almost knocks you back. Huffing slightly and watching her fall into her normal position. The girls give her concerned glances, some asking her if she’s alright. 

Mina shrugs them off with a small nod and a hand wave, but the paleness of her skin is starting to get almost ghostly. Your lips purse, keeping an extra focused eye on her as you slowly guide the team back into action.  Her shoulders sag more with each passing minute, and it’s clear she’s struggling, even if she’s trying to hide it.

She’s just sick. When the time comes to lift Emma up in the air, Mina is one of the girls holding onto her right leg. “And hold it…and hold it…” you call out, doing a small countdown to five. “Firmer, firmer!”

And all is going pretty well. You finally clap, just about to announce for Emma to come back down when Mina’s arms shake. Before anyone can prevent it, she’s releasing her hold and falls backward. Emma’s suddenly dropping to the grass on her back. She lets out a gasp and shriek, face scrunching from the hard impact delivered to her spine. 

There are immediate gasps, your eyes widening as you rush over. “Oh my god!” You gasp, some of the girls helping Emma up slowly into a sitting position. “Shit, are you okay?”

Emma, face contorted into a pained grimace, holding a shaky hand to her back. “Mmngh…w-what the fuck, Mina?!” She shouts, opening her eyes to glance over at the other girl. 

It’s only then that you all look back to see that Mina—once steady and standing—is now on the floor convulsing. Foamy, white liquid ran down the corners of her mouth, and her eyes roll back until there’s nothing but just plain whites. 

Chaos erupts in an instant. The girls scramble back, some screaming, others frozen in shock as Mina thrashes on the ground. The guttural, strangled sounds coming from her send chills down your spine, and for a moment, all you can do is stare, heart pounding in your chest.

“M-Mina!” you finally manage to shout, dropping to your knees beside her. Her limbs jerk violently, the foam spilling from her mouth bubbling up in horrifying bursts. Her pale skin now looks almost translucent, veins visibly darkening beneath the surface. “Someone call an ambulance!” you bark, snapping your head up to the team.

Izumi fumbles with her phone, shaking so badly that it nearly slips from her grip. The others huddle together, whispering in panicked tones.

You try to hold Mina steady, your hands trembling as you attempt to keep her from hurting herself further. “Stay with me, Mina! Just hold on!” But her body feels unnaturally hot, like touching the surface of a boiling kettle.

“She’s burning up!” you exclaim, pulling your hands back instinctively. The heat radiating off her is almost unbearable.

Emma, still clutching her back and wincing, snaps, “What the hell is happening to her?!”

“I don’t know!” you reply, your voice tight with fear. “Izumi, hurry up with that call!”

“I—I’m trying!” Izumi stammers, tears streaking her face as she finally presses the phone to her ear.

Mina’s convulsions begin to slow, but the sight doesn’t bring relief. Her body goes limp, her chest rising and falling in shallow, erratic breaths. The foaming has stopped, but her lips are stained white, and her once-bright eyes now look dull, unfocused. 

“She’s not—she’s not breathing right,” Yui whispers, her voice trembling.

You glance at Mina, your stomach twisting in knots. “No, no, no,” you mutter, leaning closer. “Mina, can you hear me?”

But she says nothing. 

A small, collective hushed silence falls over the group—fearing for the worst. 

It’s only when Rina sparks up that it grounds you once more. “W-We need to get her to a hospital, now!” She stammers out, equally as terrified. “The ambulance won’t get here in time and—”

“My car!” Sayo cuts her off.

You snap your head toward Sayo, your heart hammering in your chest. “Your car—where is it?” you ask, scrambling to your feet.  

“Just over by the parking lot!” Sayo replies, already fumbling in her pocket for the keys.  

“Okay,” you say, forcing yourself to take a steadying breath. “Rina, Yui—help me lift her. Gently. We don’t want to make anything worse.”  

Rina and Yui nod, though their faces are pale and tight with fear. The three of you move quickly, carefully sliding your arms under Mina’s limp form. She’s alarmingly cold now, her earlier burning heat seeming to have evaporated, replaced by a clammy chill that clings to your skin.  

Her body feels unnaturally heavy as you lift her, and every labored breath she takes rattles ominously in her chest.  

“Hurry!” Sayo calls, already halfway to the parking lot.  

The rest of the girls stand frozen, wide-eyed, and clutching each other as you and your helpers carry Mina toward the car. “Stay here!” you shout over your shoulder. “Wait for the ambulance, and don’t let anyone else out onto the field!”  

The urgency in your voice seems to shake them out of their daze, and a few nod shakily, beginning to organize themselves. By the time you reach Sayo’s car, your arms are trembling from the effort of carrying Mina, and you’re practically gasping for air. “Open the backseat,” you say breathlessly.  

Sayo fumbles with the keys, unlocking the doors just as the three of you maneuver Mina inside. Her head lolls unnaturally to the side, and you fight the wave of nausea rising in your throat.  

“I’ll drive,” Sayo says, climbing into the driver’s seat with trembling hands.  

“Fast,” you say firmly, climbing into the passenger seat. “You focus on the road—I’ll guide you and keep an eye on her.”  

Sayo hesitates for a moment but nods, starting the car as Rina and Yui carefully close the back doors once they’re settled in.  

“Go!” you urge, your voice tight with urgency.  

The tires screech as Sayo pulls out of the parking lot, the car lurching forward. You glance back at Mina, her pale face barely visible in the dim light of the car.  

“Hang on, Mina,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “We’re getting you help. Just hang on.”  

But deep down, a gnawing dread has already begun to take hold. Something about this—about her—feels beyond the realm of a simple sickness. 

The car speeds down the road, the hum of the engine accompanied by the shallow, wheezing breaths coming from Mina in the backseat. Sayo’s knuckles are white as she grips the wheel, her eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror.

“Are we close?” she asks, her voice tight with fear.

“Just keep going straight,” you reply, leaning back to check on Mina. Her chest rises and falls sporadically, her face pale as death. The foamy residue still clings to the corners of her mouth. You reach out to touch her forehead, only to pull your hand back in shock. It’s like touching ice.

“Mina,” you say softly, trying to coax some kind of response. “Can you hear me? We’re almost at the hospital, okay? Just hold on a little longer.”

Her head lolls slightly to the side, her lips moving faintly as though she’s trying to say something. You lean closer, straining to hear her, but the words are nothing more than guttural croaks, incoherent and deeply unsettling.

“She…she’s getting worse!” Yui proclaims, putting a hand on the driver’s seat. “Go faster, Sayo!” 

She gasps out and furiously nods, putting a heavier foot down on the accelerator. “I’m going as fast as I can!” Sayo snaps, her voice shaking. The car swerves slightly as she overtakes another vehicle, earning a blaring honk.

Behind you, Mina suddenly jerks. Her body spasms violently, her head snapping back against the seat with a sickening thud. Audible sounds of bones cracking fill the tense car. 

“Oh my God!” Rina cries out, causing you to twist in your seat. Her eyes snap open, but they’re not right—her irises are a murky, sickly yellow, and her pupils are blown wide, giving her an almost predatory look.

There's still quietness as no one moves or speaks. Sayo is still driving but now focusing most of her attention on the rearview mirror. Rina and Yui feel frozen and stuck, staring down at Mina who is lying right next to them. Your hands tremble, eyes darting across her features and you really have no fucking idea what’s happening right now. 

“…Mina?” you whisper, your heart pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else.

Her lips peel back into a grotesque snarl, revealing teeth that seem sharper than they should be. Slowly, her eyes blink focused, and the first thing she’s looking at…is you. 

There’s a small second of peace before she suddenly lunges forward, a guttural growl ripping from her throat as her hands claw at the air.

“Shit!” you shout, scrambling back to block her, your back hitting the dash.

“What’s happening?!” Sayo screams, glancing back in panic.

“She’s—she’s attacking!” you shout, trying to hold her back as she thrashes wildly. Rina and Yui are taking her by the shoulders, attempting to bring her still against the seats. 

“M-Mina!” Yui shouts, followed by Rina’s terrified gasp at the sight of Mina’s veins bulging from her neck—her strength almost inhuman. Her nails rake across your arm, leaving angry red welts in their wake.

You wince and grit out in pain. “Sayo, pull over! Now!” you yell.

The car swerves violently as Sayo slams on the brakes, skidding to a halt on the side of the road. You barely manage to hold Mina back as she claws and snarls, her movements jerky and unnatural. Rina, who had been trying her best to subdue the crazed woman, scrambles to open the door, practically falling out of the car in her haste. “Get out! Get out!” she screams.

You fumble with your seatbelt, finally managing to release it and stumble out of the car. Sayo is already out, her face pale and eyes wide with terror, Yui quickly following right after. 

Mina is still in the backseat, thrashing and snarling like a rabid animal. Her yellow eyes lock onto you through the window, and for a moment, you feel like prey under the gaze of a predator. “What the hell is wrong with her?!” Sayo cries, backing away from the car.

“I—I don’t know!” you stammer, clutching your bleeding arm. “This isn’t—this isn’t normal!”

Before anyone can respond, Mina slams her head against the back window, the glass cracking under the force. 

“She’s gonna break through!” Yui screams.

You take a shaky step back, your mind racing. Whatever’s happening to Mina—it’s not something any hospital can fix. “W-what the fu—”

“Hey!” A shout startles Yui, Rina, Sayo, and you. Looking over to the left to saw a man haphazardly parked right behind Sayo’s car. An angry glower on his face as he stalks forward. “What the hell do you think you dumb girls are doing driving like that?! Huh?! You’re going to kill someone! You almost killed me!” 

As soon as he gets in front of you three, the window of the backseat shatters open and Mina is all but tossing herself out of the open space, shards of glass sticking into her sickly skin.  The man doesn’t even see it coming as she hurdles herself atop his body. The two go down, he lets out one shriek before Mina takes a big bite from his cheek. 

The man’s blood-curdling screams ring out through the streets. There are still only just a few pedestrians—who stop and stare at the commotion. Everyone gasps and watches as Mina pulls back from the man, teeth and hands coated in blood. He contorts and pulses wildly, a similar snarl taking place from his voice box. 

He claws at the ground, back bending backward in an unforeseeable way. He’s crawling himself up into a standing position, movements twitchy and appearance matching that of Mina’s. His first target is an elderly woman who stops to watch the scene with wide eyes. Repeating the same actions Mina brought upon him, while Mina herself is animalistically scrambling toward a couple a few feet away. 

You step back slowly, trembling with fear and confusion. Fixated on the bloodbath that’s currently taking place before you. Rina looks over at you. “Y-Y/N, what do we—”

A growl is heard from the alleyway next to her and a figure emerges at lightning speed, landing on top of her. “Ah! No! No!” You stumble back onto your ass, getting a front-row view of Rina currently getting her neck mauled on. You scramble backward, your mind reeling, unable to comprehend what’s happening as Rina’s screams pierce the air. She flails beneath the weight of the attacker, her hands desperately trying to push the figure off of her, but it’s no use. The thing on top of her—its face distorted, skin stretched tight over its bones—grips her with unnatural strength. Her cries turn into guttural gasps as her body twitches under the assault.

A sharp, nauseating crack echoes from her neck as the creature sinks its teeth in deeper. You hear Rina’s voice, weak and panicked, but the words barely register over the roar in your ears. Blood spills, staining the pavement beneath her as the figure rips into her with the same ferocity as Mina. Your body moves instinctively, but you’re paralyzed by terror, your hands and feet glued to the ground. You don’t know if it’s the shock of seeing this unfold so brutally in front of you, or if it’s the fear that any second, you could be next. Your hands tremble violently as you try to push yourself to your feet, but your legs feel like they’ve been drained of all strength. “Rina!” Yui cries out, her voice breaking with the weight of helplessness. She’s frozen, just like you, staring at the scene with wide, horrified eyes.

Sayo, however, seems to snap into action. She yells for you all to move, but her voice shakes with panic. “We need to go! NOW!” Her hands are shaking as she pulls at the door handle, ready to get back in the car.

But it’s too late.

The alley is suddenly alive with motion. A chorus of snarls fills the air as more figures emerge, crawling and dragging themselves out from dark corners. They move with an unnatural speed, eyes gleaming with hunger, faces contorted with madness. Every movement they make is jerky, erratic—like they’re not quite in control of their own bodies as if whatever virus this is has taken full control of them.

“Get up!” Yui shouts, grabbing you by your jacket and lifting you up to your feet with a strength you didn’t know she had. You allow her to control your body, rushing you back over to Sayo’s car when one of the crazed creatures scrambles before you two. He snarls and throws himself at you. Once again, you’re freezing, seeing your life flash before your eyes. 

Out of nowhere, you’re roughly shoved to the side and Yui takes your place. The creature uses her as his next chewing victim. 

The sight of Yui's body being overtaken sends a shock through you that feels like a cold wave crashing over every inch of your skin. You stumble back, gasping for air, trying to process the nightmare unfolding in front of you. The creature sinks its teeth into her shoulder, tearing at her with an intensity that makes you want to look away, but you can’t. You feel the bile rise in your throat as her screams echo, her body jerking beneath the creature’s assault. Her blood spills freely, staining the cracked pavement beneath her. Time seems to slow as you watch helplessly. Yui’s eyes are wide with terror, her mouth trying to form words that never reach you. She reaches out with trembling hands, her fingers just barely grazing yours as the creature’s claws rip into her flesh.

"Yui!" you scream, voice cracking in desperation. But the words are hollow—nothing more than a whisper of the helplessness coursing through you.

The sight of your best friend being eaten alive is something that haunts you, shivers running up and down along your bones, with tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You see the life slowly leave her eyes, the will to fight deteriorating as her arm falls and her head lolls lifelessly to the side. There are chunks of her flesh being ripped from her body carelessly, and two more of the creatures deciding to feast too. “Yu…yui….”

Sayo is frozen for a moment, eyes wide with horror, before snapping into action again. “Get to the car! NOW!” Her voice is a whip, sharp and commanding. She’s already moving, her body running with a frantic energy. You can’t find it in yourself to follow after her, unable to tear your eyes away from the gruesome scene in front of you.

The creature whips its head up and around, finally looking toward you, its eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger. A growl rips from its throat, and its ragged breaths fill the air. You freeze again, every muscle in your body locking up. No, this is really it. This is it. This is how I die.

But just as the thing reaches you, a blinding flash of movement catches your eye. Out of nowhere, a figure—Sayo—swings a heavy metal rod, crashing it into the creature’s head with a sickening thud. The thing jerks back, howling in pain before collapsing onto the ground, twitching and spasming. “Move!” she yells again, her voice rough and urgent. She grabs your arm, pulling you away from the creature and toward the car. “Get in the damn car! NOW!”

She’s practically tossing you into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind you as you’re shoved in. The door slams shut just as another figure reaches for you, fingers clawing at the window. The car engine roars to life. She hurriedly gets into the driver’s side and speeds off, tires screeching against the asphalt.

You don’t know how you’re still breathing. The adrenaline pumping through your veins keeps you from collapsing as you stare back at the chaos you left behind. The alleyway is now a warzone, figures crawling over each other, blood splattering in every direction. The sounds of screams and snarls fade into the distance, but they’re burned into your memory, an unshakable image of the horror that has taken hold of the world. 

The city around you is unrecognizable, swallowed by chaos. You don’t know how long you’ll be safe, or where you’ll go next, but for now, the car is the only sanctuary you have left. And even as you drive away, the memory of Rina, Yui, and the others—their screams and their fate—haunts you. You don’t know what this virus is, or how it spread so fast, but you do know one thing: things will never be the same again.

You’re disassociating, staring off into space—unaware of the blood that still dribbles down your arm. Sayo sneaks a glance at it, her expression even more panicked. “D-don’t worry. We’ll go to the hospital. They’ll know what to do.”

You don’t respond, breathing erratically while your body continues to shake from the spark of events that just happened. Tears fall from your eyesockets down to your hands, the weight of seeing your beloved friends die before your eyes finally settling in. When you slowly look over to Sayo, she’s giving you a small smile—as if it’s her attempt to reassure you. She removes one hand from the wheel and places it atop yours. “Don’t worry. We’ll—”

“Sayo!”

An oncoming car seems to appear out of nowhere. Ramming right into the driver’s side of Sayo’s car. Neither of you has enough time to react before the violent impact sends to car flying off to the side, tumbling. The world spins violently as the car flips over, metal screeching and glass shattering around you. Each tumble feels like an eternity, the force slamming your body against the interior. Your head whips back and forth, the seatbelt digging into your shoulder and chest. The sound is deafening—screams, crunching metal, the air knocked from your lungs. The airbags are activated, knocking your head backward into the headrest.

When the car finally stops, it’s upside down, the frame crumpled like a tin can. Everything is eerily quiet except for the distant sound of muffled horns and faint cries in the chaos beyond. You hang there, disoriented, your body trembling. Blood trickles down your forehead and into your eyes, stinging as you struggle to get your bearings. The first emotion you register is pain, a really bad fucking pain. Your entire body stings and it hurts to even open your eyes.

“Sayo...” you croak, your voice barely a whisper. You look to your left and see her slumped over, her body motionless. Her face is pale, a deep gash on her temple bleeding profusely. Her hand, the one that had been resting atop yours, now hangs limp in the air. “No... no, no, no,” you whisper, panic clawing its way up your throat. You reach out with shaky hands to touch her, to shake her awake, but your arm feels like it weighs a ton. You struggle against the seatbelt holding you in place, your fingers fumbling at the buckle.

“Nnngh, s…sayo!” you yell, louder this time, your voice breaking. There’s no response, her chest barely rising and falling. Tears blur your vision as you tug at the belt with all your might. Finally, it releases, and you collapse onto the roof of the car—now the floor—with a thud. You wince sharply, face scrunching up as shards of glass dig into your arms and legs. Slowly, you crawl toward her, ignoring the pain shooting through your body. Every movement feels like a monumental effort, but you manage to place trembling fingers against her neck, searching for a pulse. It’s there—weak, but there. Relief washes over you in a wave, but it’s short-lived.

A low growl echoes from somewhere outside the car. Your body stiffens, adrenaline flooding your veins again. You glance toward the shattered window and see them—those things—dragging themselves closer. Their twisted, jerking movements are unmistakable, and their glazed, hungry eyes are fixed on the wreckage. Your breath catches as you look back at Sayo. She’s unconscious, defenseless, and the blood pouring from her wounds is like a beacon to them. You don’t have time. You need to move.

“Sayo, wake up!” you plead, shaking her gently. “Please, we have to go!” But she doesn’t stir.

The growls grow louder, and closer. You glance outside again and see one of them pulling itself through one of the broken windows, its jagged nails clawing at the edge of the frame. Its mouth is smeared with blood, its teeth bared in a grotesque snarl. Your body screams in protest as you push yourself to a scramble. Maneuvering yourself through what once was the windshield swaying unsteadily. You grab Sayo under her arms, ignoring the aching in your shoulder and the blood oozing from your own injuries. “Come on,” you whisper, tears streaming down your face as you drag her toward the opposite side of the car. “Please, just hold on.”

The creature lunges, its hand reaching for you, but you kick at it wildly, desperation fueling your movements. You manage to pull Sayo free, collapsing onto the asphalt outside. The world around you spins, but you force yourself to stand, hoisting her up as best you can. With her added weight onto your weak body, it feels like you’re carrying a ton of bricks.

The growls are deafening now. They’re everywhere. You don’t know where to go, but you know you can’t stay here. Your head swivels around, catching sight of more unlucky souls who reign victim to the ravenous creatures. With Sayo’s weight heavy in your arms and your own body screaming in protest, you stumble forward into the chaos, hoping against hope that somewhere, somehow, safety exists.

A few more feet and your legs give out completely. You collapse to the ground with a cry of pain, Sayo’s limp body rolling out of your arms and onto the asphalt. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, but it feels like the air is being squeezed from your lungs. Every muscle in your body screams in protest, exhaustion threatening to overtake you. “Sayo...” you whisper, your voice trembling. You crawl toward her, dragging yourself across the rough ground. Her face is pale, and her chest barely rises and falls. Blood continues to seep from her temple, staining the pavement beneath her. You reach out, brushing her hair back from her face with trembling fingers. “Please... wake up.”

The growls are closer again, the sound reverberating through the air like a sinister chorus. You glance over your shoulder and see them—more of those creatures, their jerky, unnatural movements. Panic surges through you. You force yourself to stand, though your legs feel like they might buckle at any moment. You grab Sayo under her arms again. “Come on, Sayo,” you plead, tears streaming down your face. “Don’t do this to me. I can’t do this without you.”

However, you fail once more when your back is hitting the hard ground, unable to carry her. A gasp and hiss leaves your lips, fingers clenching into your palm. With a look over at Sayo and then at the creatures who haven’t yet noticed where you two are, a singular escape route forms in your mind.

“I…I’m sorry,” you mutter, grabbing her by her arm and dragging her body closer to yours. Once she’s within enough reach, you’re pushing her body underneath the abandoned car next to you. Her head lolls to the side, and you force yourself to ignore the guilt clawing at your chest. “Please forgive me,” you murmur, voice cracking. Her limp form disappears into the shadowy gap, just small enough to conceal her. You can feel the tears streaming down your face as you lean in, tucking her arm and leg securely out of sight.

You press a trembling hand to the car’s frame, biting your lip to stifle the sobs threatening to break free. “Stay hidden, Sayo,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “I-I’ll come back for you. I promise.”

The creatures’ snarls grow louder, and you know your time is up. Forcing yourself to stand on shaky legs, you take a step away from the car, drawing their attention. Their heads snap toward you, eyes locking onto your movements. You swallow the fear rising in your throat and stagger in the opposite direction, away from Sayo’s hiding spot.

“Come on, you bastards,” you mutter under your breath, every step an act of defiance. “Come after me.” As the first creature lunges toward you, your heart pounds with terror and determination. If you can lead them away, if you can buy Sayo even a few more seconds, then maybe—just maybe—there’s still hope. 

The hospital is just a few minutes away, you remind yourself. You can do this. And if there’s one thing you’re good at—one thing that’s always been your saving grace—it’s cardio. You were a track star in high school for Christ’s sake! Blowing your opponents out of the water each and every single time. Your legs may be trembling, lungs burning from the sheer panic and exertion, but you’re still standing. You’ve run marathons in the past. You’ve pushed through exhaustion, pain, and every screaming muscle in your body before. This is just one more finish line to cross.

The snarls behind you grow louder, erratic footsteps pounding the pavement as the creatures close in. You grit your teeth and push off, forcing your legs into motion. Each stride is uneven, but you focus on moving forward, the rhythmic sound of your feet striking the asphalt your only anchor to reality. You dodge debris, skirting around abandoned cars and crumpled road signs. The air feels thick with the coppery tang of blood, but you can’t let yourself falter. Your pulse thunders in your ears, drowning out the world as you weave through the chaos.

Just a few more minutes.

The hospital’s towering silhouette comes into view as you round a corner. Relief washes over you, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. But there’s no time to slow down. You risk a glance over your shoulder and see the creatures still chasing you, their distorted faces twisted in an unnatural hunger. They’re relentless, their speed almost inhuman. Your mind flashes to Sayo, hidden under that car, and you grit your teeth harder. You can’t let this be for nothing. You won’t.

The entrance is closer now, the hospital’s glass doors still intact. The flickering glow of emergency lights illuminates the way, casting long shadows that dance ominously. Your breaths come in short, ragged gasps as you barrel toward the doors, willing your body to hold out just a little longer. Adrenaline surges through your veins, giving you one final burst of energy. You’re almost there—just a few more steps, a few more strides. You don’t dare look back again, knowing the sight of those creatures gaining on you would only slow you down.

With a desperate lunge, you reach the doors and slam your fists against them, praying they’ll open. “Help!” you scream, your voice raw with desperation. “Someone, please!”

But the sight that welcomes you makes your blood run cold.

It’s just as bad inside.

The hospital lobby, which should have been a beacon of safety, is a scene straight out of a nightmare. Bodies are strewn across the floor, some motionless, others twitching with the same unnatural spasms you witnessed earlier. Blood smears the walls, the once-pristine white tiles now slick with crimson. Overturned gurneys and shattered medical equipment litter the space, forming a chaotic battlefield. You freeze in place, your hope shattering like the glass that crunches under your shoes. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker erratically, casting eerie shadows across the carnage. The air reeks of antiseptic and decay, a nauseating mix that makes your stomach churn.

A guttural snarl snaps your attention to the far end of the room. One of them is crouched over a body, tearing into flesh with an animalistic fervor. Its head jerks up at the sound of your intrusion, blood dripping from its chin as it locks eyes with you.

And it’s not alone.

More figures emerge from the shadows, their movements jerky and unpredictable. They were patients, nurses, doctors once—now they’re something else entirely. Their hospital gowns and scrubs are tattered, their faces contorted in twisted expressions of hunger and madness. You stumble back, your body screaming at you to run, but your feet feel glued to the floor. Panic claws at your chest, every instinct screaming that you’ve walked into a death trap.

Behind you, the snarls of the creatures chasing you grow louder, their footsteps closing in fast. You’re trapped between two horrors, with no clear path to safety. Your breath hitches, your mind racing for a plan. Think, Y/N. Think! Your eyes dart around the room, searching for anything—a weapon, a hiding spot, a miracle.

Then you see it: a stairwell door to your left, its glowing exit sign a small beacon in the chaos. It might be locked, but it’s your only shot.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you break into a sprint toward the stairwell, dodging overturned furniture and bodies. The creatures inside the lobby howl in unison, their focus shifting to you. Their footsteps echo behind you, joined by the ones you left outside.

You don’t look back. You can’t. You throw yourself at the stairwell door, praying it will open.

You don’t think you’ve run up the stairs faster than you are right now, intent on going to the very top floor. It shouldn’t be that bad, right? Other survivors probably have the same idea as you and are all congregated on the top floor. There are others. There has to be. 

The stairs are narrow, each step pounding beneath your feet like a countdown, but your legs don’t seem to feel the strain. Adrenaline has taken over, pushing you forward with a ferocity you didn’t know you had. Your lungs burn, but it doesn’t matter. You’re running from death. You have to. You glance behind you for a split second—only a flash, but enough to see that the creatures are gaining. Their frenzied howls fill the stairwell, echoing off the walls like a chorus of nightmares.

Keep going. Keep going.

The landing at the top of the stairwell finally comes into view, and your heart leaps with a mix of hope and desperation. You slam your hand against the door to the top floor. It’s locked.

Panic floods through you, but you force yourself to stay calm and stay focused. You try the handle again, but nothing. The sound of snarling grows louder. Think. Think!

You step back for a moment and scan the stairwell again. There’s a small window at the top of the door. Maybe—just maybe—you could climb through it. But you’ll have to act fast.

With your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you grab hold of the doorframe, pushing yourself onto the small ledge beneath the window. You force the window open with all the strength you can muster, the glass scraping against the metal frame with a screech. Your heart sinks as you try to squeeze through the opening. The window isn’t wide enough.

This can’t be how it ends.

You hear the snarls grow closer as the creatures continue to climb the flights of stairs, hellbent on reaching you. The sound is unmistakable—thundering footsteps followed by guttural growls. You have no time left.

You fall back down to your feet, desperately slamming your shoulder into the white double doors, aggressively pounding and twisting the doorknob as if it’ll magically open. “Please! Please! Is someone there?! Please open the door!”

Your voice cracks as desperation claws at your throat, but no one answers. The weight of the silence presses down on you like a heavy blanket. Your fists pound harder against the door, your breath coming in frantic bursts, but the door remains unyielding. Tears sting your eyes, and for a moment, you wonder if it’s all in vain. If you’re completely alone in this place.

You fall back against the door, your back pressing against it as you slide down to the cold floor, hands trembling at your sides. Your thoughts race. Where did everyone go? What happened to the survivors, to the people who should have been here? The sounds grow even closer, and they must just be right below you.

And for a second, you wonder if it’s worth fighting anymore.

You press your palms to your eyes, trying to wipe away the tears, but they only seem to come harder now. It’s overwhelming, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. The fear, the grief, the endless chaos... you feel like you’re drowning in it. You slide down until your butt hits the ground, arms falling limply to your sides. The sight of the creatures climbing up the final count of steps happens in slow motion. Their arms outstretched, mouths pulled wide as they prepare for a delicious meal—eyes a terrifying mix of yellow and red. 

A series of every event you’ve experienced in your life flash through your eyes. Getting your first scratch as a kid, your first kiss, your first car, finally being recruited onto the team…and the faces of the people who died in front of you, your name being the last thing they uttered before they met their ungodly demise.

And after all the fucked up shit you’ve done in life, that seems to sting at you the most. Plus the fact that you left Sayo back there in favor of saving yourself. 

A cleansing for every sin you’ve committed. You force yourself to face them head-on, staring death in the face, and all you can think about is how much this will hurt. 

Just as the fastest one is about to grab hold of you, the double doors open. 

You have no time to protest as the back of your jacket is being tugged backward with a quick firmness that leaves you startled. Eyes widening and gasping as the doors closed just as fast as they opened. You’re being forced back up to your feet, being pushed back up against the wall. The sharp edge of something is held up against your neck. Slowly glancing down, it’s an axe. 

When you dare to finally look up at the owner of the axe, a set of bright blue crystals glares down at you. His mouth pressed into a dry smile, and his white eyebrows meet together with a deep crease in the middle. “Well, aren’t you lucky I’m in a charitable mood today?”

He leans closer, digging the axe just slightly into your skin that it causes you to push yourself back against the wall, squirming.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

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LOVE THISISISISISSI

‘ THIS AIN’T FICTION, BABY! (it is kinda..) ★

☆ sum. jjk men finding out you write jaw dropping smut. boo you whore. can you even do half the things you write about? well . .

warnings. fem! reader, feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, breaking the forth wall kekw, smut writer reader, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, squırting, manhandling, cuńnilingus, whiny men, cockwarming, daddy kink, overstim, spıt, impact play, breaking the bed, bréeding, size kinks.

GOJO ☆

“oooooh,” a husky low voice coos right next to your ear. hot breath ghosts against the tiny hairs that stand tall near the back of your neck. you bit your lip whilst you’re in the midst of being stuffed full of cock. just plain evil . . satoru’s got you cockwarming him while a fat thumb of his skims down your phone. “let’s see. gojo smut, gojo satoru x reader, hey that’s me, heh,” and he pauses, a snowy brow raising up in daze once he sees your user displayed in bold near the very top of the search bar. “cockwarming gojo, how fitting, angel.”

“toru, fuck,” you whine, making a cute attempt at trying to snatch your phone away. weakly pawing at his wrist, he holds it up even higher. you gasp, feeling his swollen tip swivel its way deeper inside your cunt. “don’t read it,” you fall back into his chest, moaning once he starts to purposely bounce his thigh. embarrassment had you hot, you could practically feel your heartbeat accelerating by the minute. “ ‘s embarrassing.”

satoru squints, resuming to scroll down the glowing screen before a free hand of his trails toward your pussy. he hums, “aw, pretty girl’s got a hobby i didn’t even know of, hm. here, you say ‘he’s got you right on his lap, suppressing a moan with your teeth dug into the bottom of your lip as you’re taking him fully. .’ such nasty literature,” and the edges of your nails pierce into his pants leg. the half on long black slacks that satoru wore were merely all ruffled and ragged thanks to your pretty fingernails tugging at it with all its might. as he continues to read, you’re whining, desperate to move, desperate for at least some kind of friction. as you’re squirming on his lap, satoru’s eye then twitches. “ ‘gojo satoru also would whine in bed?’ this has to be a typo. .”

and of course, his ego gets bruised.

the pout on satoru’s face was adorable. as you’re trying to sturdy your hips, he buries his face into your chest. “mmph,” he’s shoved right between the softness of your tits, his personal happy place.

although—he had to admit, he was flattered that you wrote such lewd compositions about him. you moan as you’re grinding against him, feeling his achy cock slam into you deep within each wet bounce. satoru makes a mess as he’s buried between your plush mounds, remnants of stringy saliva dribbling down the valley of your chest. pretty, his white lashes flutter as you’re quickening your hip movements and he gasps. “oh, f- fuck, angel. ‘s no fair when you ride me like thaaat.”

and you can’t help but giggle—despite your cock drunken state, he’s still got that little glower of a pout on his lips as you’re rutting into him.

satoru’s clenched abs flex more the second you run a finger down the sharp outline of his pecs, watching him immediately fold at your touch. “but you always whine, ‘toru,” you argue in a shivering voice, your cunt tightly squeezing around his length. his wide girth makes your mouth water, such thickness was just insane. you bury your unstable knees into the center of his thighs before his broad big arms wrap around you.

he’s holding you—almost squishing you.

but just like you wrote, satoru whines the second he ends up cumming early. with the way you ride him and the crazed speed of your hips, he never ever lasted long.

it was cute,

he was always confident until he’s buried deep inside your pussy, whining and sobbing pathetic cacophonies of your name at how good you feel clamping around him. it’s merry lukewarm, as he snaps, a puddle of thick syrupy cum shoots into you deep and he’s an entire frantic mess. pants of airy breath slip out of his pink lips as he’s giving you a fill, biting into your neck to hide his slutty whimpers. “god, ‘m gonna die,” he sniffles, squeezing pressure against your bare ass. you hold onto him tight as he’s pouring such slippery wads of seed into you at once—velvety hot amounts spit inside your pussy and you’re matching heavy gasps for air right with him, entirely in sync. “fuck, fuck baby, mommy.”

“what?”

“s- shut up,” he back tracks, and he sees the smug expression growing on your face. satoru lightly smacks a hand over his face before groaning, his cock all milked and flaccid. “i said baby.”

NANAMI ☆

tender mahongy eyes stare deep into your eyes as your fingers happily intertwine with his. tangled and curled, he’s got a soft grip as his body hovers completely over yours.

with ruffled blond strands running down the front of his forehead, nanami brings a kiss toward your cheek as he’s not just fucking you, but making love to you in missionary. “sweetheart, you left your laptop open you know,” and you moan once you feel his plump tip circle its way inside of your gummy inviting walls. already, you’re coating his entire dick with your slimy slick to the hilt. your eyes widen at his words before the left side of your twitching lip is met with another gentle kiss. “i didn’t mean to be nosy, but i saw a little ‘headcanon’ about me, is that what you call it?”

you glance into his eyes with abashed intent as a burning wave of heat sprays over your face. fuck, the pulse of your thumping heart only grew louder as your first response was utter silence.

“i—” you mutter out, and he chuckles at your lack of words, digging his head into your neck. nanami’s scent was strong, it goes through each of your nostrils and you felt yourself throbbing from his touch alone.

his strokes were tender and precise. he’s swaying back and forth as his bare body continues to rut straight into you. pent up muscles of his that were merely perfectly sculptured—identical to the physique of a greek god, you couldn’t help but stare. you just couldn’t help but ogle at how he’s so pretty, how fat tears of sweat race down both sides of his bulky arms. no one could blame you for writing about nanami, although—the things you wrote about him, they were pretty risqué to say the least. with a growing pout, your arms throw over his shoulders as he’s presenting your cunt blissful deep thrusts. “okay, i write about you sometimes, ‘ken. ‘m sorry.”

“sorry for what exactly? being talented, silly girl?” he whispers in a raspy tone.

nanami cups your chin so you could look right at him, naturally leaning into his touch. he focuses on the way your eyes soften and he’s plummeting girthy inches into you raw. your toes curl, running down his back and tickling the scratch marks that paint against his flushed skin. “don’t be sorry,” he adds, pressing a wet kiss near the crook of your neck. “i’m flattered. although, dirty talk isn’t exactly my forte. you know this, my love,” and you moan, feeling the edges of his teeth playfully nibble at your exposed flesh. as pounds of skin resume to smack against each other loudly, nanami slowly lifts up your leg, tossing it over your shoulder. “my favorite part had to be when you said i pulled on your hair ‘n called you a ‘messy whore’ .”

“y- you weren’t supposed to see that,” you nervously grin . . trying to avoid how you were so close to finishing. just a few more thrusts and that was it, you’d be finished, done for. you’ve felt embarrassed before—but never to this extent. he was teasing you, nanami kento was teasing you. and pathetically enough, your pussy twitched as he recited your exact filthy written words. the bed continues to creak and groan as jolting bodies move and move together, amongst each other, and on top of each other.

with kind eyes, nanami watches as you bring both of your hands up to your face, hoping to shield yourself from any more embarrassment.

“oh, honey,” he coos in a melodically low tone. his cock reached so deep that strangled moans flew out from your lips left and right. his tempo was always just right. he never wanted to lose control, but after reading your work, he knew you’d probably like that. crimson damp lips press under your chin before he grunts, preparing himself to be milked dry.

“hngh, don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he huffs, in a soft alluring voice. everything felt abnormally tender, nanami’s softly swerving his body against yours in irregular addictive arcs in such impassioned ardent. the more you stare into your eyes—the more your blown pupils dilate.

once he cup both sides of your face, you lean into his touch. his base was thick, swollen and full. you craved him more than anything, and it’s as if your words were actually coming to life.

“there she is, that’s my girl,” he grits in a raspy voice, prying your hands away from your face. his touch was forevermore gentle. with a soft smile, nanami presses his twitching ruby lips onto yours as you both prepare to cum in euphoric torrent. bedaubing a plump thumb over your bottom quivering lip, he slows his thrusts down a few beats—hearing you vocal pussy’s squelches before a wrinkle of a smile curls against his lips. “now, now. make a mess on your husband’s cock jus how you write them in your little stories, my love.”

GETO ☆

“oh, boo. looks like someone’s innocent all of a sudden when she’s not writing ‘bout dick, hm? wonder why that is,” geto hums, propped right up between your trembly legs. he’s staring at you with a sly smirk that refuses to wipe off his lips. two of his hands spread your thighs apart more before kissing near your slobbering exposed pussy.

with a cunning grin, he gives your drooling folds a few friendly taps as if it was a little mic test. “finish that paragraph. c’mon, wanna make sure ‘m doin’ it right.”

a salty taste of shame fills and salivates inside of your mouth as you watch him with heart shaped pupils. he’s got the most hungry gaze, a bit of spit already dribbling from the thin corners of his lips.

“um, okay,” you moan, picking up your phone again, leisurely dragging a thumb down the neatly typed paragraphs. “it says, ‘you whine, taking s-suguru’s thick fingers happily into your slippery cunt. long digits of his rummage their way inside before curling all around. once suguru spits on your p- pussy, he pats it and calls it a good girl.’ ”

“like this?” geto snickers—copying your exact words, using the flat palm of his hand to rub against your bare clit. you whimper, entirely sensitive as his thick digits toy with your soddened folds. your thighs continue to jostle and shake and he found it so adorable at how you just couldn’t stay still. so cute, he’s got darkened irises focused on you and only you the entire time. these seconds felt like hours, and as he gathers a nice amount of saliva, he spits right on your cunt. just like you wrote it . . you gasp at the sloppy cold saliva cascading down your pussy. the cobwebby strands that pour from his lips had such a pretty glimmer to it. the warm breath of geto that fans against your entrance makes you twitch in elated pleasure.

he’s so sloppy, unapologetically. just like your drabble said—he then pats your cunt with an open palm before leaning right up close, pulling a thumb down your pulsating uvula before licking it passionately. “good fuckin’ girl.”

you whine, your knees practically buckling and he’s just eating your expressions up. “y- yes— like that, fuck,” you move a few long black strands away from his face. geto dips two fingers inside and he stretches you out so easily with his digits. your lips form into a cute ‘o’ shape as you mewl out a desperate cry for more. as he’s watching you succumb into such bliss, he’s got such a pretty face. it makes his dick twitch in his sweats at the thought of you writing about how he goes down on you. the specifics, how sloppy he is, even how he spanks your cunt only to then shamelessly lick the slick mess right up with his tongue.

the thought that probably hundreds of your horny little readers read about this, about him, about his tongue . .

geto’s tongue was ruthless.

he lays it flat against your cunt before fluttering his long black lashes closed. he huskily groans, not even caring that you weren’t reading anymore. as his brows arch into a contorting furrow, he slides in two fat fingers. you whimper at the sudden big yet deliciously enthralling stretch, yanking roughly on his hair. “s . . sugu,” he pulls his slick covered fingers out, licking them clean whilst staring you right in the eyes. you tremor within his hold, feeling his palms tighten its grasp on both of your thighs. you couldn’t lie, this felt a lot better than fiction. so much better . .

he’s making out with your pussy, swirling his tongue around and spelling out all of the letters of his name. creating such a mess, your slick then starts to stream down his chin to which he happily licks it up. groaning, geto then slurps at your drenched hole before giving it yet another kiss. his chin had such luminescent shine to it. you cup his face with shaky hands as he’s eating you out through another orgasm and he jibes.

“mhm, your writing could use a bit more dirty talk though,” he critiques, swiping a thumb against his lips before he spanks your cunt for the umpteenth time.

with your legs sporadically quivering, he playfully bites on your clit, watching you squeal as you’re riding orgasm out on his tongue. “oh, and make sure you add in your little fics that i bite pretty clits too.”

CHOSO ☆

“bottom? w- what’s a bottom?”

choso quirks a brow in cute confusion, slouching back as you’re still getting over your most recent orgasm.

both pounds of sweltering skin melt into each other, sticking together like glue as your hips grow unsteady. choso was reading one of your published works and he can’t help but grow curious. the way you wrote about him, how you portrayed him as whiny and submissive, it does something to him—he personally always thought he was dominant. cute. .

“oh, don’t worry about that, baby,” you timidly utter, trying to conceal an incoming moan once his cock buries its way deep in yet again. he’s nice and snug everyone and it drives him crazy. choso’s got a pout—but it quickly turns into a lewd expression once your sopping pussy swallows him right up again. two jittery hands creep their way onto your rickety hips and he moans once he feels himself already bottoming out. “f- fuck, cho.”

his eyebrows were still all furrowed and he’s got a cute scrunched up expression. “ ‘m not a bottom,” choso grumps, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of your mouth. despite the raspiness lingering underneath his tone—you could hear the incoming whine desperately trying to escape. choso’s black ponytails had cute ribbons in them—by you, and he’s biting his lip at the feeling of your hips starting to grind. “i- i can be dominant too.”

“prove it,” you whisper, a bratty impish glint forming in your eyes. choso scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you but it doesn’t last at all because he’s already pussy drunk to the max.

those two words. . those two words was all it took for him to manhandle you like a rag doll, politely and respectfully tossing you into the springy soft mattress.

it bounces from the abrupt weight crashing down and you gasp once choso backs up his words, and oh, he’s fucking you stupid. you let off a gargled three second moan once choso spanks your ass, using one hand to repeatedly drag you back into his chiseled hips. sharp thrusts plow into you with such speed that you’re left with a dumbfounded expression. your eyes were rolling back and your tongue was lolled out as choso was fucking you in doggy.

as much as you write about him, he doesn’t like doggy, mainly because he can’t see your pretty face. it kills him—but he can’t deny that the view of you like this was so pretty, so enticing. your buckling knees lock as you’re cupping a hand over your mouth, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

choso’s cock was so weighty and thick that it’s got a lazy curve, a mean curve that makes itself known in every part of your insides. he’s no stranger to your body, he knows the exact layout. such stamina—you didn’t expect him to be so feral, it’s as if he was an entire different person. “fuck, fuuuck,” he throws his head back, giving your ass more and more hard spanks. the recoil was his favorite. it was just the way your pretty shaped ass would bounce back onto him. he’s in love with love, in love with your pussy, in love with you. “ngh, gotta show you ‘m not a bottom, baby.”

“c- choso,” you whimper, and his fat base swings against your ass, almost shocking you from the electric friction. you’re drooling—he’s got you stupid as your swollen chaste clit bumps up against his pelvis every single time. the bed hollers out a plethora of cries as he’s jerking more and more into you. your cunt’s drooling dewy slick all down the undersides of your thighs. you even make an attempt at trying to touch yourself. with slickness though, choso snatches your wrist away.

“no baby. ‘s my pussy,” he grumbles, pinning an arm behind your back. you’re babbling—squatting forward as he’s feeding your needy pussy with such inches. choso hisses at the brief twinges of pleasure all due to your sloppy grip. you’re brutal, wetting up his base with your dewy slick. he can’t help but stare and gawk at the way your ass presses up against him. choso’s bottom lip quivers at how good it feels and how good you feel. no matter how much of a front he puts up, he’s gonna whine. “f- fuck. teasin’ me with your hips, baby. so mean.”

yet as he’s dragging you back and forth, watching as your chest heaving and your thighs try to clamp inward—you abruptly cum, gushing all over choso’s cock. he huffs at how sudden it was, and he knew you didn’t expect it in the slightest. so pretty, your final orgasmic cries sounded like a sweet candied harmony and he could feel your quavering body breaking down with his shaft still shoved deeply inside. your mess soaks up the entirety of the dark sheet, now being drenched in a damp grey color. “fuck, fuck,” you whimper, shaking as your head slumps into the pillow. choso whines at your own pleasure, and he doesn’t even care if he doesn’t finish. he pulls out, crawling toward you before burying his face into the nook of your neck. “c- choso, oh my g- god.”

as your flimsy arms hold him close, accepting his embrace, he goes back to his clingy needy self again, speaking in a shivering soft voice. “h- have you ever wrote about squirting yet?”

with droopy eye lids, you were longing for a kiss. as if he read your mind, he leans in—planting a sultry balmy kiss right onto your lips. “no,” you mumble, moving a few strands out of his face.

choso licks near your neck, one of his hands sprawling your sticky legs apart and he brushes a finger against your slick wet cunt. “w- well, you can always write about that,” and you gasp once he lifts your leg up, easily tossing it over his shoulder. with pleading eyes, choso sighs. “but, can we do that again, baby? i- i think i like when you squirt on me.”

SUKUNA ☆

“breeding kink, interesting,” the demon gruffs, hearing you whine after he swipes his phone from your hand, wondering what in the actual hell could be so important.

he’s reading a strange explicit story of himself that’s apparently called a ‘one shot,’ according to you. how stupid, he thinks. sukuna’s irked vermillion-shot eyes skim through the many paragraphs of filth before he spanks your ass, making you keep your most recent arch.

“ah, seems like y’r even more nasty than i thought,” and your breath hitches once he circles a palm over your stinging rear cheek— an attempt at soothing the sudden pang. hearing your cute muffled whimpers, he mocks your noises. “aw, if you wanted me to ‘breed’ you princess, you could have just asked.”

“ ‘kuna, ‘s embarrassing,” you moan, gasping once he smears his leaky tip against your entrance. he was right - you could’ve ask, you could have asked him to do all the little dirty things you wrote about, you could have . .

swallowing the invisible lump that resides at the roof of your mouth, you imagine yourself being stuffed full of sukuna’s cum. so much to where he ends up getting you all swollen—you’d be nothing but sitting pretty with a cute plump tummy, wads and wads of glossy runny cum just slickly dribbling down the sides of your ass and thighs.

“write like a slut ‘n you even act like one too,” he hums, using a thumb to slide down your pussy. sukuna’s staring openly at how you’re already so soaked, so drenched and he looks like he’s ready to feast. your puffy folds glisten with your own arousal and it’s so so cute. “wonder if you write while havin’ a pussy this sloppy too,” and he smacks it raw, feeling your entire body jolt from the sudden impact. you fall into the soft padded mattress and he darkly chuckles at your weakly spot-on reaction time, aligning himself. “poor baby. spendin’ all this time writing when you could’ve been getting . . ah, what’s the word? oh, right. bred, heh.”

and sukuna does more than just breed you—he quite literally overflows your cunt. he’s a demon, and demons cum a lot.

you’re an entire puddled mess that was filled to the brim.

the sheets were all damp and stained and you’re glistening with droplets of perspiration—radiating from his heat entirely. “s- sukuna, fuck,” you weep out his name, hearing the sloppy spurts of cum still dribbling out of you. such a mess, your mouth waters as you realize just how full you are. you always wrote about this sort of thing but never knew that your silly fiction could turn into mere reality. both of your thighs stick together as you’re left trembling with an arch in your back. he’s cackling at your state, watching as globs of creamy ropes leak out of your slobbering pussy.

“how cute, jus might mess around ‘n get you pregnant, yeah,” the demon jibes, a sharp fang poking underneath his bottom lip. you’re haplessly quivering. your panties that were lazily dragged to the side were all torn and ripped, coated in a ivory white color also. as you’re trying to collect breaths—you then let off a moan once he presses himself deep against you.

your womb was completely flooded, you’re drowning with his stringy cum and with his hot burly body right up against you, you feel him right there. you couldn’t miss it, he’s so long and thick that he’s practically tickling your goopy insides. sukuna wraps a hand around your throat whilst another hand sneaks toward your pussy. “bet you’d like that, fuckin’ freak,” and he’s smearing circles against your folds. you twitch at his cursed hand, his cock still tucked inside of you before he laughs against your ear. “you want a baby, huh. wanna carry my demon babies, don’t ya princess?”

you nod and he lets off a snicker of amusement. “keh. bet you do,” and his voice lowly pitches. you moan, feeling him pull out of your dripping cunt, plugging his spilling cum back in with a single thumb. “fuck, better write about this too, princess. let all your pathetic readers know how much of a sloppy pussy their favorite author has,” and you gasp once he quickly flips you over. sukuna suddenly dives head first between your legs, lapping his flick tongue against your folds. “mmph, now watch me clean you up,” and he spits on your pussy only to then look at it with disgust. “messy girl.”

TOJI ☆

“nuh uh, get the fuck back here babygirl,” he grabs you by the hip, and you let off a moan once his fingers trail up your skirt. a wavering crinkle prods near the edge of his left twitching eye as he’s processing such raunchy words about him. a dry chortle leaves from toji’s mouth as he makes you lie on your tummy, multitasking by slapping his swollen cockhead on your dribbling folds. “ya always told me you were a writer but i didn’t think you write ‘bout this,” he purrs, and your toes curl once he’s aligning himself against your slick heat. but fuck was your cunt just was drooling for him. both folds were weeping for him to just go in already, and yet here he was - teasing you. “really? what’s with the whole ‘toji daddy kink’ thing? i look like the kinda guy that’s into that?”

you feel embarrassment creep up your shoulder. he was reading that part, the part where reader calls him ‘daddy.’

sheepishly trying to crawl away from his grasp, you swallow ignominy. “ ‘s not real, i just made it up toji,” you try to explain through gritted teeth. but as he’s reeling you back into his keen structed hips, you lewdly mewl. he’s just so fucking big, happily massaging your walls freely with just a few inches. your mouth widens as you hear him lowly snickering in the background. a snickering laugh that never failed to make your pussy throb.

toji grabs at the fat of your ass, stubby fingertips poking through your skin. with a mean spank, it’s a non-verbal sign for you to stay still. “y’er a fuckin’ slut with your writing, baby. i bet ya haven’t even tried these kinks,” he teases, and you moan again once his cock delves deeper into your walls. with such ease, you back raises up into an even sluttier arch. “hm, lets see if y’er as nasty as you write,” and you hear him grunt briefly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your neck. toji gets right up close to your ear, flicking his tongue against your soft earlobe. “go on, say it.”

“s- say what?” you squeak, but you knew exactly what he wanted. never in a million years would you have thought toji would discover your little erotic hobby. by now, he’s balls deep—you whine, feeling yet another sharp swat smack against your left ass cheek at the lack of response. you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek in guilt before you hear toji smack his lips in sheer vex.

“c’mon, don’t get shy on me now,” he murmurs in a hoarse tone, salacious timbre pouring on his entire voice. toji feels your pussy dripping around him and he hums, giving you just one single tease of a thrust. your body jerks forward and you whimper sweetly. he’s so close up to you, hard washboard abs of his that were proudly flexing grinds against your back. he’s pressing his muscular weight onto you, careful not to crush you but just enough to. inching his lips back toward your ear, he kisses near your neck. “call me daddy. jus like how you write me, little girl.”

as you’re feeling a few throbbing pangs between your thighs, you shiver underneath him. burying your head in shame between your arms, you whine. “ngh, daddy,” and a weird feeling pools around the insides of your stomach. butterflies and a mixture of flutters swarm inside of you and you moan. once those words slip past your lips so prettily, toji raspily groans. he pistons his hips before not even seconds later, he’s fucking you stupid. babbles of babbles leave from you, and you’re acting just like the main character you write for. ironic, you’re clinging onto the silky cream-colored sheets, bawling up the thinly-made fabric with your clammy fists before squealing. “fuck, daddy ‘m not gonna last.”

“should hear how stupid you fuckin’ sound, baby,” he growls, merciless hips snapping into you at full throttle. you were gonna break, you just knew it. toji’s thrusts were so powerful that you’re left squeaking out pathetic whimpers—his cock stretching you out as if you were elastic. “fuck,” he runs a hand through his messy dark tresses. his shaggy strands were unkempt, overgrown a bit and running down his eyes. he’s got to cock his head up a bit just to see your pretty face and your even prettier ass. “c’monnn, do that cute arch you describe in y’r slutty fics.”

“t- tojiii,” you whimper, the weight of the bed dipping after each continuous stroke. he’s thorough. toji’s maddened fat tip has your legs becoming more and more unstable before he smacks your ass. the powerful hit against your rear rings through each of your ears—and you pout, gnawing on your lip, knowing he wants you to correct yourself. “ngh, i- i mean daddy. ‘m gonna cum, fuck.”

but right when you’re about to finish, you’re interrupted by the ear-splitting sound of wood. you’re moaning—feeling your pussy continue to squeeze around his throbbing length that’s coated with veins all the way down to the tan swollen base. it’s loud, you gasp once the weight of the springy bed suddenly drops and you both collapse—toji falling on top of you. he doesn’t even say anything, and he pulls you up to continue fucking you but you let off a whiny whimper. “you just broke my b-bed.”

“yeah, so.”

“so..? you’re gonna have to buy me a new one.”

“right. about that . .”

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Just testing out something, Slutty Gojo x fem! Reader in college AU. Will or will not continue this, depends on my mood.

[myahfig4]

Basketball Captain! Satoru who meets with his graduation advisor and learns he's missing a elective class.

Basketball Captain! Satoru who joins the theater class thinking it'd be an easy A.

Basketball Captain! Satoru who ends up taking a liking to theater class and discovers new talents.

Basketball Captain! Satoru who's got his eye on the female lead in the production they are working on.

Basketball Captain! Satoru who realizes she's the up-coming graduation Valedictorian, as well as the student president

Basketball Captain! Satoru who wants to play Pro.

Basketball Captain! Satoru - who wants to play pro, but considers a different route once discovering his new talent, and comes across the email of a talent agency.

Valedictorian Reader! Who gets scouted by a talent agency- becoming the next IT girl.

A/N - First time doing one of these, I'm not a writer, but what if i decided to try it out and write a series like this 🤔😈