#gojo is hot

[wystericwoes]

Doomed pt.3

Pt.1, pt.2

Warnings: Smut, cursing, implied dub-con, reader with anxiety, panic attacks. Readers age is unspecified but implied 21+

GN reader

“𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢. 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.”

Gojo satoru: some things about him-

6’5

28 years old

The first to be born with both limitless and six eyes in centuries.

His eyes are blue, he loves sweet food,

And he fucks the same way he talks.

Cocky, smart, and always knows something you don’t.

He can read you like an open book, except that book is on a lectern with a light shining down on it and the pages move on their own so he doesn’t even have to try to look through it.

You weren’t allowed to have secrets around him. Not when his fingers danced across your body in a way that you would’ve given anything to him. He expertly picked all your locks as if there was no reason for them to even be there.

Recently Gojo Satoru had become the only staple in your life. The only familiar thing, only comforting pattern and recognizable face.

So when you just fucking went for it and kissed him, you barely even thought twice.

Worst case scenario you blame it on the alcohol-

But then his hand slid up to the back of your head and held it like precious pottery.

Sacred, unique, and incredibly valuable.

You let out a groan of frustration after the second kiss that was much more needy and your forehead clinked against his glasses.

“What’s wrong?”

“Damn glasses…”

He chuckled at you before taking them off and reaching past you to put them on the nightstand

“Like to see my eyes?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Right.”

He said cockily

“Just shut up and keep going, You’re less handsome when you talk.”

His hand flew to your waist and he dug his slender fingers in causing you to let out a crude moan, which he cut off by pressing against your face again.

You almost couldn’t keep up with him, it wasn’t that he was desperate- he was just that good.

You were frenzied in your effort to not be left behind, you wanted to be someone that he would remember if this was going to be a one time thing.

A one time thing…

You didn’t want this to be. You wanted to be with him like this again, and again, and again. Until your body remembered his shape.

You didn’t like how fast you were falling for him, but you decided to not think about that right now. And instead focus on how you were going to fuck him tonight.

Tunnel vision was set straight onto him. You were mid kiss and his hand was becoming eager, searching and squeezing across your lower torso. But not going higher or lower than that

With one hand you put on his should you mounted his lap and put your thighs either side on his

You did so clumsily, but before you had the chance to mess up he guided you with his hand on the small of your back

You were holding yourself up by your knees, trying to cater to his comfort.

He caught wind of that quickly and wrapped his arms around your waist slamming you down on him.

“Don’t hold back on me. I am the strongest after all.”

You didn’t even care how much of a narc he was being.

One of his hands remained on your hips, and the other began to slowly trail its way up to your shoulder. His delicate traces leaving goosebumps where he ghosted your skin.

You two started making out again, growing more and more impatient.

His fingers were cold, and they teased the entrance of your clothing fiddling with the hem.

Sukunas fingers are warm.

A memory that wasn’t yours suddenly invaded your mind. It was fuzzy and convoluted. A parasite had planted itself into your brain and was saying things that weren’t true. Were they? How would you have any way of knowing what he felt like…

Where did it come from?

You must not have been as inconspicuous as you thought, because you were suddenly snapped out of by the sensation of cool air hitting your exposed chest.

“Don’t lose interest now.”

He smugly said while shamelessly staring at your chest.

“I’m.. im not.”

You whined.

“Not what? Sorry babe couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m not losing interest!”

“Mhm. Good.”

With a satisfied hum he pressed the pads of his thumbs against your nipples, the sudden cold feeling perking them up effective immediately.

“Ah! Shit…”

You stifled a moan as he began rubbing slow circles and pinching one

“Now you’re back. Thought I lost you there for a sec.”

You whined as he started kissing down your neck, delicately at first. But then as he worked his way down and abandoned your chest along the way, instead moving his hand to your lower back, bucking your hips into him.

He worked his way back up to your mouth for a sensual kiss.

You both let out an involuntary groan upon feeling the sensation of grinding against each other, pressure finally being somewhat relieved.

He left your mouth much to your protest and latched onto your collarbones, suckling on the sensitive skin. You felt his teeth graze against it and that slight pain made you bite your lip.

He worked his way around your chest, nibbles, suckles, kisses, and love bites.

You just couldn’t get enough of him, Drunk on the high he gave you.

He separated himself from you and whispered in your ear.

“Where do you want me?”

“Fuck… I don’t know satoru.”

You whisper shouted in frustration. You didn’t have a plan going into this, you just wanted him to fuck you!

“Here, then?”

He tapped a finger between your legs at your arousal.

Your body jumped at his impact, So sensitive- so ready.

You nodded your head yes.

Without warning he shifted his hands under your thighs and seemingly effortlessly manhandled you onto your back. He had his hand on the back of your head as if you were precious pottery.

So pretty, so special, so valuable.

he was straddling you, his legs on either side of your body, trapping you in.

“What kind of mood are you in tonight babe?”

You looked up at him, previously avoiding his gaze.

You really didn’t care.

“Any.”

“Any?”

He slowly moved a hand down your body, until he reached your needy hole.

“Yes!”

You said desperately between shallow breaths.

He prodded the tip of his finger through the fabric of your clothes at the entrance.

Both of you were shirtless, but annoyingly still had pants on.

“Focus on me.”

You gulped but obliged. He moved his head down your body occasionally leaving sweet kisses against your exposed skin, never breaking eye contact.

You elevated yourself up by your shoulders once he went farther down.

He reached your legs, the bottom half of his face was gone past the view of your body. His eyes still never breaking away.

He held his hands to your hips and pulled them into his face. And with one swift lift of the hips and tugging of the clothes, he removed the rest of your bottoms minus the underwear.

He threw them behind his head without a second glance.

You threw your head back with a muffled “fuck” when he gently bit the inside of your thigh.

“You watching?”

He looked up at you again, and with some sloppy kisses worked his way up to your hips. Then, in one fluid motion his teeth latched onto the edge of your underwear, and he pulled them down your legs, letting them dangle from your foot and fall pathetically onto the floor.

And there you were, in a state of such vulnerability that you couldn’t help but shy your head away. You didn’t even want to imagine what you looked like right now. Hair a mess, tear stained cheeks, puffy lips, and sore injured body.

You bet you looked pathetic. You suddenly became insecure and moved your arms over your chest and body.

“What’s wrong?”

He rested his head against your inner thigh and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Jus’ cold.”

Leaving one hand on your hip, he reached out to the other and grabbed a soft fluffy blanket and graciously draped it over your legs. You pulled it up a little to cover your chest.

“Thank you…”

With this newfound screen of privacy, he couldn’t see your face anymore. But you also couldn’t see his. You only saw your knees, and a blanket covered protrusion between them.

One hand smoothly worked up your thigh, slipping underneath it and pushing your legs back. Now he had full exposure to all of you.

You were so glad he couldn’t see your face, because you knew whatever face you didn’t hold back your flustered expressions anymore.

You couldn’t see only feel. And what you felt started off with one finger slowly entering you.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“You look so pretty like this…”

You were bouncing up and down another man’s cock. You couldn’t see his face. Just a fog of skin and sweat.

Deep talons of nails were sunken into your hips, certainly breaking the skin. But he persisted, not giving you a chance to recover as he mercilessly pounded you in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Bliss and torture.

He handled you roughly. So rough you’d think he didn’t care, but you knew he did. He was doing it just the right amount you liked it.

“If only they could capture memories. Id save this image and paint it on every wall.”

Walls. The walls around you were tall, lanterns lit up along them revealing a series of paintings. Traditional Japanese style paintings… you look around to see it’s an old building. Well- it looks new but this type of architecture doesn’t exist anymore except in historical temples and older homes.

He pulled your face towards him, back hunched to be closer to you. His force was tough, but controlled.

“What are you looking at, Angel?”

You were snapped back into your reality when Gojo’s fingers reached up to your G-Spot.

You moaned from the sudden shift in sensation.

Your heart was beating fast. You couldn’t tell him what you just saw- what would you say? “Sorry I just had a vision of me fucking another man.”

You tried to rub away the memory but everytime you closed your eyes it flashed back to you like fragments to a picture. Trying to piece itself together but you didn’t let it.

“Fuck… Satoru!”

You needed a distraction and you needed it now,

“Fuck me.”

He came out from under the blanket. Cheeks flushed from the heat, sweat glistening his forehead and he sported a shocked but grinning face

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You said pleadingly.

You knew you weren’t entirely ready. But maybe the shock would get out of your fucking daydreaming.

You had the most beautiful man alive sitting between your legs and you were zoned out thinking about…

You shuddered. You didn’t even let his name leave your thoughts.

“Alright Angel.”

Angel.

He stood up from between your legs a visible but subtle boner hiding beneath his buttoned pants.

He reached over to the nightstand to take out an open box of condoms.

Open. He had used this box before.

No- you had no right to be jealous. He doesn’t belong to you, you knew the type of man he was the first day.

He sat next to you giving you one last kiss before unbuttoning his pants and resting against his headboard, Sitting upright. He began slowly unbuttoning his pants, savoring your reaction. He was moving too damn slow.

You moved yourself to be sat on his thighs, waiting impatiently for him to finish. With slow and torturous movements he opened his pants and pulled his cock through his boxers.

You sat up to help him quicken the process, he tore it out of the package and you helped him roll it down his insane length. The contact from your hands made his thighs flex under you. A subtle but noticeable reaction.

It wasn’t a surprise but you were still out off guard at how long he was. Of fucking course he had to be packing. No one that confident is walking around and isn’t hung like a goddam horse.

You had to just sit back to admire him for a minute;

White strands of hair fell over his face, it just looked so soft. His cheeks were dusted pink, and eyes half lidded. As much as he had been holding out on you, you knew he was still horny too.

It was average width, and a good 7-8 inches. The tip was pretty pink, he had two small but noticeable veins running along both sides.

He must’ve been tired of your gawking because he leaned forward and grabbed you by your hips, adjusting you so you were hovering over him.

“Impatient.”

You grinned at him

“Guilty.”

He teased

You moved one hand on his shoulder, and the other holding his cock still beneath you.

You were nervous, but you couldn’t show it. With one deep inhale you began sinking yourself onto him.

His hands gripped your hips harder, he looked at you patiently and with that same smirk.

You felt a sharp pain when he went in. And even though you were taking your time, he never bucked his hips up, he just sat there waiting.

You had stayed still for a moment. Chest heaving in deep breaths as you tried to steady yourself.

You ignored the pain, forcing yourself to adjust onto him, and slowly pushing yourself farther down until you bottomed out, involuntarily taking a sharp moan and hissing from the pain.

He let out a deep breath. Eyes closed, he was keeping his composure for you.

You moved your hands to his chest. The stinging sensation was still there, you felt like a fucking Virgin with his monster cock.

“Are you sure you want to be on top?”

He whispered.

“No…”

You just wanted to mount him as soon as possible.

“What do you want?”

“You always ask that.”

“It’s important!”

You took a few deep breaths from your nose, moving your hips in little circles getting adjusted to him.

His eyes clenched back shut, he sat up and dig his face into the crook of your neck.

When he finally settled in, and you had been ready- the tip of him kisses the end of you so sweetly.

A perfect fit.

(With foreplay)

The temporary sting subsided, and you began to clench around him. Now you were the one teasing

You felt his hair tickle your shoulders and back. You couldn’t see his face but you wished, when you moved your hips ever so slightly in shapes and you heard him take sharp inhales each time. You could tell he was growing more sensitive with each passing second. But he still refused to give up.

One particular clench, made him gasp then suddenly reach his hand up towards you but he stopped himself before it reached anything.

You were pretty sure you knew what he wanted.

You moved his hand up your chest, he snuck in some squeezes and punches along his way up until you settled it at your neck.

He moved to look up at you. His eyes had uncertainty in them, but you reassured him with a comforting shoulder squeeze, sweet smile, and affirming nod. You trusted him

“I’m ready.”

Upon saying that you started to rise up and sink yourself back onto him again.

Slow, painful motions not nearly enough for either of you.

“Stop that…”

“Stop what?”

You gave him innocent doe eyes.

“Being a fucking tease.”

He grinned at you, but lust was laced in his words and glazed over his eyes

“What are you gonna do about it?”

You tested the waters.

“Being a brat huh?”

You shrugged with a malicious smirk.

“Want me to fuck you silly, huh?”

Something in his demeanor shifted, his grip on your neck finally had some pressure applied into it. He squeezed in the sides, not hurting you by actually choking you.

You clenched around him when he did that; leg muscles flexing and a small moan leaving your lips.

“You’re gonna regret teasing me, Angel.”

With a swift motion and no warning, he had you flipped over in seconds. Doggy, your elbows almost buckled from the sudden shift in weight. But you managed to keep yourself up.

His hands moved to your hips, and he started to slowly fuck you. He was in the depths of your body, reaching all the right places

You couldn’t hold back the moans and whimpers with each of his thrusts.

He started off rough and slow, taking himself so far out you thought he was gone and then he would slam himself back into you balls deep.

“Satoru!”

You loved this, but you became needy and wanted him to go faster. Each time the head of his cock grazed that spot inside you, you clenched around him.

“What is it?”

In a husky voice he lowered himself down, and grumbled it into your ear.

“You gotta tell me what you want.”

You whined. You didn’t want to talk, want to think. You just wanted him to fucking you faster

“Want me to do fuck you dumb huh? Make you drunk off my cock.”

You gulped and started to moan in response.

You still didn’t know the extent of his powers, and you may never know- but a picture was painted with the way he slammed your hips into his like you were nothing. You had no control over the situation at all, he set the pace, he picked the speed, and he had your hips.

His pace picked up to a more desperate speed, but not once did he ever falter from pure skill. Bo matter how fast he became, each thrust had meaning- each movement had purpose.

All you could do was keep yourself upright. Elbows trying to buckle and betray you at every point.

Eventually you could no longer feel each thrust, no longer feel the stretch and shape of his cock. It all meshed together in one painfully pleasurable blur. You were totally opened up to him, skin against skin became numb. All that was left was the feeling of the nerves inside of you knotting into a breaking point.

You tried reaching down to touch that part you needed most between your legs, but when you lifted your arm you threatened to collapse. He put an arm around your stomach and hips, keeping you upright. You succumbed to your weekends, arms failing you and face pressed against the mattress.

One of his hands reached down between your legs and began taking care of your most sensitive spot, his fingers moved skillfully and with purpose, but started to become less coordinated.

He was close. And so were you.

He bent his head down and whispered into your ear with a clean rasp.

"You take me so well."

"You take me so well..."

It felt like hours that he had been fucking you. The word "Limit" was long gone from your vocabulary.

That's how it had to be with Sukuna.

As he was in the battlefield, he was in the bed.

Merciless, rough, passionate.

Sukuna was flying too close to the sun until you fell into the ocean.

Lighting a candle but the flame touches your fingertips and burns you.

Standing in the summer heat too long until you grow tired.

Being with him was dangerous. You're a skydiver, a risk-taker, or maybe just an idiot.

But it was easy to forget about those things when he was so good at making you deny yourself time to think. Any time he'd see you dozing off he had no hesitance to remind you of who you were with.

A sharp pull of the hair, slap of the ass, a bruising grip of the thighs.

Or when he would fuck you throughout the night, and your whole body was sore.

But then there were those moments of tantalizing touches and wordless whispers.

You sat between his legs, and he traced a finger along your shoulders down to the new silk robe he got you. Expensive and intricate, in deep red. His favorite color. It was funny how much effort that would be made into the creations of these, perfectly stitched together thread by thread by the finest artisans and craftsmen. Just for it to be ripped in half later, one of his favorite games.

You were his most prized possession, his little trophy. Tucked away into the corners of his temple, hidden beyond sight. No one deserved to see you anyway.

Gojo fell on your back holding himself up with one arm, running kisses down your skin between labored breaths.

He had finished, and you didn't even remember.

You let out a shaky sigh.

He tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash, then he flopped over next to you, sitting upright on the bed.

You were still starstruck by everything that just happened. You laid yourself down, wincing as you did from the growing sore spot between your legs. Of course he left you sore.

You wanted to say something, but the silence was deafening.

You looked over to the sound of the sheets moving.

Gojo had gotten up, put on his pants and went into the kitchen. you sat upright, still dazed. Sukuna, you, these memories.

Gojo came back in with a glass of water and your clothes.

"Thanks..."

You mumbled.

You were confused, tired, and disoriented. but above all else, Guilty.

You weren't together but you felt like you had cheated. The image of someone else fucking you continuously popping up in your mind.

Sukuna.

"Youre quiet."

Gojo was smiling at you, buttoning up his pants.

"That good huh?

You scoffed

"Shut it."

you started sipping on the water he brought to you, your mouth was surprisingly dry. The water helped you clear your head.

Sukuna.

You shut your eyes as you gulped down the rest of the cool fluid. Your hand was involuntarily shaking.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm alright. Just tired."

"I'll let you sleep then. Don't forget to pee!"

"Where are you going?" You muttered quietly.

"The couch."

You stared at him with a blank yet annoyed expression.

"So, you'll fuck me but won’t sleep in the same bed as me?"

He chuckled at you.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself or him, but you were clingy, and still scared, and you wanted someone close to you.

Sukuna.

He laughed you off.

"I just think it's more polite to have my guest sleep on the bed and I sleep on the couch is all."

You huffed.

"You're cute when you pout."

He easily dodged a pillow thrown at him and laughed.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

"Yeah..."

And then, it was quiet.

Sukuna.

Gojo thought about saying something.

He looked up at the dark ceiling, laid back on his couch.

He couldn't sleep, the rhythmic sounds of the vent and cars driving by kept him awake because he was hyper-vigilant. Something about you had him on edge.

He nitpicked every detail of you and memory with extreme precision.

Another thing about Gojo Satoru, was that his own greatest weakness was himself.

Since he was born his fate has been defined by his abilities. He was always exceptional and gifted, so he never had to be anything more than that.

He always had everything. Love, adoration, power, strength, persistence, money.

He got whatever he wanted and always had what he needed.

Until he met you.

Do you want to know something else about Gojo Satoru?

He doesn't know who he is. Because as he's walked through life- the road was always smoothly paved before him, never having to do anything except lift his feet and move them.

He didn't have the privilege of ever receiving a challenge. And while that may sound great for some people, it leaves those who always had the answers before, behind.

He shifted himself upwards, he needed a distraction. He put on his shirt, his glasses, and went to one of the few things that brought him comfort.

When Satoru didn't know who he was, or ever had doubts- he went clubbing.

Some nights were for dancing, some for drinking, and some for debauchery.

Tonight was anything he could get his hands on. And right now, that was a hot brunette wearing two pieces of fabric leaving so little to the imagination she shouldn't have even bothered wearing anything at all who looked just like his celebrity crush.

But even with his tongue down her throat, he knew he couldn't do anything about it- because someone else was already in his bed tonight.

The way everyone threw themselves at him always made him feel better. Because no matter what he loses, he'll always have his looks.

The way he was fawned over like a celebrity made his confidence begin to rise again. He had one person stroking their fingers through his hair, another in his lap as he laid his head back sipping an expensive drink.

How?

Then, he had someone grinding against him on the dance floor. The bass from the speakers reverberated through his body. The music was almost enough to clear his mind- almost loud enough.

Why you?

He had some hot blonde pinned against the bathroom wall, kissing down on his neck as they desperately grinded against his thigh.

He barely even sensed cursed energy on you the first time you met.

He was doing a body shot on a topless woman, licking the salt off her stomach as he held down her hips. Some lime juice dribbled down his chin, quickly another person turned his face to lick it off. The bitter taste of alcohol on his lips mixing with the tartness of the juice. He smiled against their lips as they pressed into his.

Why don't you know anything?

He leaned against the cool brick outside, checking the time to read it was already past 5 am.

His head was spinning, he may have overdone it last night- and worse- he had work in a couple hours.

"Shit..."

Your eyes fluttered open to light peaking in through the blinds and the sound of morning birds. The setting was peaceful, the bed was comfy, and you were no longer sore- but you did have to pee.

Overall, physically you felt great, but there was an all too familiar feeling of loneliness in you.

You went to the bathroom, grateful that you didn't have a UTI even though you forgot to go even after Gojo reminded you.

Gojo. You painfully remembered how you woke up alone.

You had to convince yourself that you were okay. After all, you knew the type of man Gojo was. You consented; he didn't owe you anything.

When you were in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You had a big shirt on that you didn't remember putting on.

Did he dress you? Or were you that drunk? either way, embarrassing.

But one thing especially caught your attention.

Your bruises were gone. The only thing left were... Hickeys and bites.

You put your hands on your face. So last night did happen.

In a desperate attempt to try and forget all the embarrassing memories, you went to the kitchen.

Making yourself some coffee and breakfast- alone.

Gojo was gone. But there was a sticky note pasted hastily on the fridge door.

Meet at school when you're awake :D

-G

You were indubitley pissed off.

At first, his leaving you cold turkey post-hook-up was something you ignored. But then you had too much time alone. His fancy shower, eating breakfast, navigating through Tokyo to find the school with his cryptic ass instructions, you two having literal sex but him thinking that sleeping in a bed with you was where he should draw the line.

Him not being here. You were more upset at yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but Gojo was just so easy to be annoyed at.

When you made it to the school, you could've sworn that the buildings were in different places, somehow always getting lost.

He didn't tell you where to go, just to be there. So, you went where you wanted to go. You explored the gardens, the old architecture, and then you settled for sitting down in the training field. The grass was soft, the sun was out but gentle against your skin. Brief moments like these in silence where rather than being stuck in your own head you were content were precious, sacred, and also uncomm-

"Y/NNNNNNN!"

Interrupted by Gojo.

"Stop you don't have to yell at me I can hear you!"

He was running towards you at an alarming rate, which caused you to in turn also scream at him to slow down.

He almost crashed into you, and you braced yourself, but before you knew it you were standing up because he had thrown you over his shoulder.

"What the hell Satoru?!?!!"

You shouted in his ear.

"Today is your first day of training!"

"Training?!"

You were going to say, "Training for what?" Before he started to book it across the campus.

You weren't given time to react as you instinctively clutched onto his shirt, a driving force from your hands almost tearing holes into the fabric.

You couldn't even see where you were going because the speed at which you were moving made all the buildings a blur.

You were abruptly set down in front of a door of an unfamiliar building. tears pricked your eyes, and you were shaky and disoriented from that complete assault.

You almost fell over but stabilized yourself on him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you just tell me where it was?!"

"it's more fun this way!"

You were going to face him but before you could he shoved you into a dark room with... A couch and Itadori.

What kind of training is this? An intervention?

"Oh, Hey!"

Yuuji sat on the couch holding a stuffed animal, surrounded by DVD cases, soda cans, and a variety of snacks.

You awkwardly waved back at the optimistic Yuuji.

"you're more useful to me if you stay alive this time."

Sukuna.

Yuuji held Sukuna.

"I can see your confusion. This training is to learn how to control your cursed energy!"

You gave him a look of confusion, one eyebrow up and the other furrowed with a "that doesn't help" look.

He pulled out of his jacket pocket a small rabbit that had comedically large red eyes, and monstrously sharp claws.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

"This is the principals cursed technique, as you can see, Yuuji has one."

So that's what that was. You looked closer and it was breathing.

"Yuuji do you mind demonstrating?"

"Aw man, do I have to?"

Yuuji sighed at Gojo's silence and lifted his hands from the... bear puppet. And braced himself like he was about to be hit.

And then he was hit. It decked him square across the face.

He retaliated holding his nose and doubling over in pain, It went to get him again, but Gojo quickly intercepted it. The second he touched it; it went to sleep.

"Trained jujutsu's sorcerers can constantly emit a stream of cursed energy, and that's how you learn to start using it in fights."

"In fights? Youre not expecting me to regularly fight, are you?!"

"Of course not. You're going to be a teacher!"

"What are you talking about. I have a job already, Gojo."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you got laid off."

You stared at him blankly, Yuuji could read the room and slowly slunk into the couch, looking away with a nervous expression.

"You're joking. You better be fucking with me Gojo."

He simply looked at you.

You let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh my god. You're not joking. Haha..."

You put a hand to your forehead

"We sent in your letter of resignation a couple days ago."

Yuji sank down into the couch, staying completely silent as the awkwardness grew. The tension in the air was so thick it might've well been smog.

"Are you okay?"

"NO I AM NOT OKAY!"

"Why? You can have a better job now!"

Yuuji let out a slow shaky exhale. Cringing audibly each time his sensei spoke.

"You can't just fucking do that SATORU!"

"I understand it's pretty messed up I forgot to tell you but..."

Yuuji perked up upon hearing you use Gojo's first name. were you two close?

"YOU THINK?!"

And then he sunk back down.

"This is too fucking far. You don't just get to come into my life and tell me you're taking care of it, and then leave me unemployed. You really are such a conceited douche, and I cannot believe that for a single second, I thought there was a redeemable quality about you!"

You stormed out.

You had come off as angry and unreasonable, but the truth was you were terrified.

That all too familiar feeling of your breath becoming shallow and lungs becoming heavy hit you the second you reached outside.

Alone, you needed to be alone.

You frantically searched around clawing at your shirt where your heart was. You couldnt breathe.

Your breaths became frantic and desperate. Tears pricked your eyes.

You felt the control of your own life slipping through your fingers. And straight into the hands of someone who most would still consider a stranger.

What hurt most was that he was right, your job did suck, and you had wanted to leave for a while. Your life was mediocre, but it was still yours.

You were completely helpless.

You had sunk against the wall, hoping no one would see as you tried to ride out this wave of panic.

You let a few moments passed, trying to calm yourself and rationalize the situation- but it was just so hard when your brain kept pushing intrusive thoughts into your mind about how bad this was. He didn't even give you the option, you just had to do what he said now.

Slowly, that fear warped into anger.

A downside to being at a Jujutsu Sorcerer academy, is that everyone nearby could sense Cursed energy. Think of it like smelling smoke in a house of firefighters.

And you reeked.

How could one person be so entitled. So oblivious to the consequences of his actions?

Your life was in the hands of an academy you had never heard of before.

“Hey…”

You whipped your head around slightly relaxing when you noticed it was Yuuji, in one hand holding his boxing glove endowed bear, and the other the creepypasta looking rabbit.

You let out a deep sigh.

“He’s not in there anymore.”

You tched. Of course he bailed. Wouldn’t even apologize.

“Thanks.”

You looked side to side awkwardly, clearly not knowing what was right to say in this situation.

“He really likes you y’know…”

You perked up a little

“How do you know?”

“He talks about you a lot.”

Oh god. What does he say? Maybe that you snore in your sleep, or when you cried all over him, or maybe-

“If you come inside I’ll tell you.”

He gave you a reassuring smile. You realized how ridiculous you must’ve looked and got up. Being angry won’t do anything for you right now, and if you really were stuck in this, might as well embrace it.

You wanted to yell at Satoru and unload all your anger. And Yuuji didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of that.

He smiled lightly when you sighed and got up. Holding out the rabbit to you.

You hesitated, looking at its claws.

“He said not to worry, and we’d just have to figure out for ourselves.”

With great reluctance, you picked it up.

It didn’t do anything. Which was a great relief.

Then, you headed inside.

Yuuji was surprisingly good to get along with, he had character, and heart. You two argued over which genre of move to watch. Until you eventually settled on your second favorite, seeing as he wasn’t in the mood to watch what you wanted.

“This one looks interesting.”

You popped in the CD, and the credit scene rolled for a movie you had never seen before.

You and Yuuji settled on opposite ends of the couch, both of your odd companions next to you.

You had gotten through about twenty minutes into the movie, your focus was fully shifted onto it.

And then all of a sudden, a blood curling scream was let out beneath you.

The sound was so shrill you jumped, also screaming. And with the two screams combined, Yuuji screamed.

You almost went into full panic mode until you realize it was the rabbit. Rushing to pick it back up like a stray alarm in a silent classroom.

“What was that?!”

“This damn rabbit!”

You shouted over its screech.

Once your hands pressed onto it, it still kept going.

In a moment of panic, you thought of the only thing that you could think of that would produce energy.

And that was recollections of the night before

You imagined the way that his hands caressed you, ran along your skin and navigated you like an open sea.

And then it became quiet.

“Woah, what did you think about that made it work all of a sudden?”

You widened your eyes and awkwardly smiled.

“Nothing… Just focused.”

This was so embarrassing.

How come the only time you could muster anything up was when you were about to die or were horny?

That has to be the most impractical and ironic combination ever.

Everytime the sound of a tornado siren went off underneath you, you had to think of fucking to get it to shut up.

You needed to find another method for this.

“How do you do it Itadori?”

“Huh? Oh, I dunno. It kinda just happens I guess.”

“That doesn’t help at all.”

“You’re doing pretty good!”

You couldn’t tell him why it worked. So you had to settle for a half truth.

“Yeah but it doesn’t happen unless I think about… something specific.”

“Like what?”

What were you expecting. Of course he would ask.

“Um. Romantic cutesy stuff.”

You scratched your chin and looked away.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s cool! Usually sorcerers have to think of bad things to get it to work. I bet it would be a lot nicer if everyone could think of something sweet like that.”

“I guess you’re right.”

You looked back straight ahead to the movie. It was a Disney movie, and a romance one- Yuujis pick.

“Oh I never told you!”

“Told me what?”

You raised a brow and tilted your head slightly.

“About what Gojo Sensei says about you.”

You didn’t even know if you wanted to hear. But Itadori took your silence as a means to continue

“He says you’ve got some of the best potential he’s ever seen. And to look out for you.”

“Really?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

“I just can’t believe he wants someone to look out for me. And that I have ‘potential’.”

“Yeah, he says that you’re special..”

“He says that about you too, and Megumi.”

“Really?”

Itadori’s eyes lit up. He clearly looked up to him, and it was cute to see him so excited.

“And he says you’re full of heart. Which I can see, you risked your life for everyone back there during our mission.”

“I mean you risked more, you left yourself alone with Sukuna.”

Your breath hitched.

You were told that you had gotten out before sukuna did.

Suddenly you felt ice shoot through your veins, and your heart rate picked up.

“You okay?” He looked at you concerned. The shock prevalent in your face.

“I- oh yeah I’m good…“

“You were super cool. I can see why they like you so much.”

“Who?”

“Gojo sensei and Sukuna.”

And sukuna.

Sukuna.

“How do you… how do you know Sukuna likes me?”

“Sometimes he talks to me about it when we’re alone. He says stuff about everyone. He tries to mess with me sometimes and it’s super annoying-“

You stopped breathing. Your heart rate picked up, and a sinking feeling overtook you.

Gojos hiding something from you. They all are. Why is it that you’re the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on with everything in regards to yourself?

“Oh… you don’t have to worry or anything! I can control him he’s not gonna hurt you or anyone.”

Poor Yuuji thought you were scared because of Sukuna, but the truth was you were growing increasingly more scared of Gojo.

He looked concerned for you, and the feeling of guilt overtook you more than the strong emotions from the events in your life right now. So? You managed to breathe and push them down.

“Itadori…”

He had a mouthful of soda.

“Can I talk to Sukuna?”

He no longer had a mouthful of soda.

With several coughs and punches to his own chest, he looked at you.

“I’m not sure I’m allowed…”

“I did it before right? He’s not interested in hurting me. I was alone with him once.”

You still saw his hesitance.

“One minute. Okay? Then you can come back out. I promise. If anything happens I’ll text Satoru.”

You knew that if something happened then you wouldn’t have time to text him, but you were desperate.

“Please Itadori…”

He looked you in the eyes, seeing the genuine sadness and feelings in them.

“A lot of things have been crazy recently, and I just need something to go right. 45 seconds?”

He was successfully guilt tripped. You weren’t proud of it, but it worked,

With a drawn out sigh, he nodded.

Pt.4

[d3wdropz]

I'm going slightly insane thinking about Gojo

He's just so...ahhhh I can't even words

I'd probably die if a man like him ever gave me a chance, my heart could not take it at all

honestly same-

my bestie and i are binging the series rn and let me tell you we are falling for this man more and more

he is so fruity and sexy and mmmmmmm

what i would give to have one night with this man- i would give away all of my savings, my assets, my dignity just for a chance with Gojo Satoru

[sidsinning]

Gotta love how Mappa always makes Gojo's lips slightly pink and shiny like he got lip gloss on

Do yalls remember that mini "controversy" where butt hurt anime dudebros edited this frame to not have lip shine or eyelashes bc he didn't look "masculine" enough to them lol

Mappa was like BET let's make his pretty ass even PRETTIER

Do you think there's a separate budget for this man's eyelashes

[nyctoaerah]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄

“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You wanted revenge for Suguru, So you joined jujutsu high to gather information. Satoru was your saving grace, an angel, a lifesaver that is always sparing you from the risk of being caught while snooping around various rooms and areas. You would've thought that he's an angel sent from heaven, but not until he becomes unhealthily obsessed with you. Showing you that he was just actually the devil in disguise.

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Traitor! Suguru's Adopted Daughter! Reader

╰┈➤𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Implied Non-Con, Unhealthy Relationship, Yandere Behaviors, Satoru is an abusive a-hole. Age gaps (Satoru is 28, Reader is 19). Manipulation. Dark Themes. Satoru has mood swings. Violence. Reader is scared of Satoru. Foul language. Victim Blaming. (Ooc)

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I do not support or approve of any of the behaviors and actions depicted in this book. The content is intended solely for entertainment purposes. The main storyline will be introduced in the following chapter, which will delve into the details of how the characters first encountered each other. It might be a bit confusing though. Also, support me on Quotev and Wattpad pls?:) hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

Masterlist

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

HOW MANY DAYS HAS passed since you found yourself in this situation with him again? The passage of time eluded you, as you had stopped keeping track, but it seemed like you had been trapped in this place for months, perhaps even a year. It felt like an eternity since he orchestrated your fake ‘death’ and locked you up in his place.

You’re not weak by any means, in fact, you’re strong, as you were a grade one sorcerer, but when faced with Satoru, you were nothing. No matter how much effort you put into finding a way out or escaping him, it seemed futile.

He was the strongest after all.

Should you attempt to flee, say goodbye to your walking privilege as he would incapacitate you by breaking your legs with.

Any resistance or argument on your part would only result in more severe punishment and degradation at his hands.

You try to use your domain expansion and fight back? He’ll use his domain expansion too and it doesn’t end well on your part.

Even if you dared to confront him and try to reason with his twisted mind, you would find yourself outmaneuvered and manipulated.

Asking others for help was equally fruitless, because what can they do against the strongest sorcerer?

You tried to ask Shoko for help, but unfortunately, she is unable to intervene in the situation. However, she mentioned that there is a person who has the ability to control and Tame Satoru—Suguru. Sadly, the dilemma lies in the fact that Suguru is no longer alive, and it was Satoru Himself who killed Suguru.

Suguru was the only reason why you joined jujutsu high. You wanted to find Suguru’s body, since according to your sisters, Nanako and Mimiko, Suguru’s body wasn't cremated, so you joined jujutsu high to look for suguru’s body, and to also get some information, because vengeance is what you seek.

Gathering information about the school and the sorcerers there was made easier by your loud teacher—Satoru Gojo, who constantly yaps and shares details about literally anything.

Anything but Suguru.

Unfortunately for you though, Satoru ended up finding out that you’re a traitor.

And that’s the main reason why you’re stuck with him.

Satoru’s fingers were lightly pressing against your throat, exerting gentle pressure that caused discomfort yet not crossing the threshold into pain. His touch was brand and it felt like a scorching imprint on your flesh. His fingertips grazed the delicate skin of your throat, tracing the rhythm of your racing pulse. His nose was nestled into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, his breath hot and oppressive. Unconsciously, your fingers curled in response to his touch as you tried to distance yourself from him—yet, unable to tune him out.

You fought back the rising bile in your throat, swallowing hard to prevent it from rising and vomiting, your every muscle tense with discomfort. 

You squirmed uneasily, unable to escape as his other hand pressed firmly against your tummy, immobilizing you while his grip on your neck intensified, forcing your spine to meld into his chest as you were practically ensnared on his lap. Your jaw clenched, your airway constricting involuntarily, making each breath a struggle.

“S’toru,” You whined in discomfort.

“Relax your throat, baby” he coaxed, loosening his hold slightly. With great effort, you tried to comply, swallowing down a torrent of curses and insults that threatened to escape.

“Don’t vomit on me... ‘m just trying to listen to your pulse, n’ see if you’re healthy or not.” He assured you, a honeyed lie.

But you’re not. You wanted to say.

You’re trying to choke me. You said mentally.

“Come on, relax, pretty girl.”

He drawled, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they pierced through you from beneath his pale lashes.

“No...” You murmured.

“Don’t worry about me.. I’m.. calm.” you feigned, though the erratic thumping of your heart against your ribcage betrayed your facade. His sharp ears likely caught the drumming tempo echoing through the hollow of your neck.

“But you’re not.” He said.

“Hmph. Such a pretty liar, are you? Don't gaslight yourself.” he admonished, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his words. You ground your teeth in frustration.

“You’re the one gaslighting me here,” you countered, a futile attempt to deflect his observation. Deep down, you knew his accusation rang true—a self-imposed gaslight, for you were only convincing yourself of a false relaxation, when infact, you are beyond calm.

“Tsk, tsk. Liar.” his voice carried a weight of disappointment as his hand migrated from your neck to your jaw, the firm pinch of his forefinger and thumb steering your gaze towards his stare.

“Fine,” you huffed. Each breath felt like hot coals burning in your lungs, and your muscles tightened like steel cables. As you clenched your fists, the skin on your knuckles paled beneath the pressure, your nails digging crescents into your palms.

 “I’m not calm,” you uttered stiffly, almost choking on the words as if they were bitter pills forced out of your mouth. Satoru cocked an eyebrow at your admission. His lips curled into a smirk, a condescending smile.

“I know, babe,” he murmured.

“Then why ask?” You asked sharply, [E/c] eyes narrowed.

“Why would you lie in the first place?” He asks back.

You fell into an uneasy silence, not knowing what to say.

“That’s what i thought.” Satoru scoffs.

You grimaced as his warm breath tickled your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, his hand going underneath the fabric of your shirt. A shiver ran down your spine at the touch, a mix of revulsion and fear coiling within you as you fought the urge to swat his hand away.

You were keenly aware of the thin line you were threading, one wrong mood can cause Satoru to get mad. And satoru getting mad was far from the things that you would enjoy.

You don’t want to deal with a pissed satoru.

“Was that hard to admit?” Satoru asked suddenly.

You shook your head, the movement terse and strained, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” he prompted.

“No... it’s not hard to admit,” you forced the words out through gritted teeth as he lets out a mocking laugh.

“Tsk, such a prideful princess,” he teased, his amusement palpable. You fixed your gaze on the ground, unable to meet his eyes, the weight of his hands on your body sending discomfort through your nerves. The struggle to maintain your composure, to resist the urge to push him away, felt like a battle

“But hey, you lied again, didn’t you? It was hard for you to admit that after all.” Satoru says, and you stiffened as you felt his gaze burning into you.

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence.

“Don’t play dumb, pretty girl.” He glared at you.

That stupid cold stare of his never failed to make the hairs in your skin go up, and you hated it.

The adoring light that once danced in his gaze whenever he’s looking at you had been extinguished, replaced by a frigid darkness. His words and demeanor was now clashed with the vibrancy that once filled his eyes.

You hated it. You loathed it.

Loathed the way he looked at you in such a cold way, loathed the way he would always manipulate you, make you feel bad and blame you for everything.

This wasn’t the satoru that you had fallen for.

“you know, [Name]...When you lie,” he began, his thumb delicately tracing the lush curve of your lips. The urge to sink your teeth into his probing digit churned within you, an impulse that you struggled to suppress.

How did it go south so fast? He wasn’t like this before.

“Even if s’just a seemingly harmless little lie just like the one you just uttered,” he continued, exhaling a sigh heavy with disappointment.

“When you lie, it makes me remember how much of a traitor you are.”

With a sharp press, his thumb breached the barrier of your closed lips, barely grazing the tips of your teeth. A shiver ran down your spine at the invasion as he skillfully maneuvered his thumb into the warm recesses of your mouth, grazing against the tender foliate of your tongue.

“Traitors, don’t deserve mercy y’know?” He mused.

Gritting your teeth, you bit down on the inside of your cheek to suppress the snarl that threatened to escape.

“But lucky for you, i love you, so I’ll be showin’ you mercy.”

“Love?” You repeated incredulously, your words muffled.

He claims to love you, despite the vile deeds he's committed? The audacity of those words sends a surge of rage coursing through your veins. You make a desperate move to chomp down on his finger, but limitless stopped you.

The moment you does so, Satoru laughs.

“See? You Fuckin’ traitor.” He snorts.

“Can’t even trust you for a second, can I?” he drawls, and your insides twist with guilt and terror when you realize what you almost did. 

Shit. You messed up.

“Thought that you’re a good girl by now but looks like you’re still on your rebellious phase, hm?” He taunts.

“I didn’t meant to—” You tried to defend yourself but he interrupted you.

“I’m speaking.” He said firmly, and you shifts, hand twitching.

“But i—”

“I said i’m speaking.” His voice now rose making you flinch.

“If I turn limitless off, you’d take a bite outta me, ‘m sure of that.” he said, shaking his head as he withdraws his now moistened finger from your trembling lips, tainted with your own saliva.

He was right, but you’re not gonna admit that. If he has limitless turned off, you’ll smash his head on the wall.

“I didn’t mean to..” You said, swallowing thickly. But you did meant to do that though.

Satoru rolled his eyes.

“When will you stop lying?”

“Never thought that suguru would raise such a brat, a traitor one and a liar, at that.”

He says wearily, rubbing his temples in exasperation.

“Gosh, such a careless father, letting his poor daughter go.. but hey, i can’t blame him now, can i?” He hums, stroking his chin.

“I mean... He’s the reason why i met my sweet little [Name] after all.”

The mere mention of suguru being careless made the fragile tether of your composure snap.

Suguru was not careless.

You hated it when people talk shit about Suguru.

Your eyes widened with furious intensity, your blood coursing hot with rage as a vein visibly throbbed on your forehead. Anger constricted your throat, making it difficult to even breathe. In a moment of pure instinct, you crossed your fingers together, ready to use your domain expansion.

CRACK!

However, before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he snapped your fingers, twisting it, sending a jolt of pain throughout your body.

“What did i tell you about trying to use your domain expansion again?” His questioning gaze intensified as he firmly grasped your fingers, causing your eyes to widen in shock.

Then another came.

CRACK!

Then a ripping sound echoed through your ears.

You felt a sharp pain as blood started to trickle down from where he had inflicted wounds on your fingers. Your heart sank as you heard the sound of your severed fingers hitting the ground.

A scream was about to escape from your lips until he silenced you with a forceful kiss. His teeth clashed against yours as he firmly gripped your hip, effortlessly flipping you over and pinning you down.  

As he broke away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva lingered between your mouths, and you felt like you're going to vomit.

“That’s the third time that you’re trying to use your domain expansion on me,” he snarls, seizing both of your wrists with one hand and securing them above your head while straddling you. 

“Haah.. ‘ve forgiven you for the other two times, but it’s getting annoying now. Try to use it once again and I’ll cut both of your hands off, okay?”

“There, there, don’t cry. It’s your own fault anyways.” Satoru comforts you as if he hadn’t just cut your fingers off. He gently licks the tears from your cheeks, savoring them as if they were sweet syrup, causing you to continue sobbing.

“Maybe if you weren’t so feisty and disobedient this wouldn’t happen... Suguru seriously forgot to teach you some manners, didn’t he?”

Shaking his head in disappointment, he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it, displaying a strange mix of affection and detachment despite the gruesome act he just committed.

Looking down at you, Satoru grins, his eyelashes fluttering shut like those of an angel, looking peaceful.

Looking so innocent despite doing gruesome things.

Just like the Devil In Disguise .

[dimenirvana]

Anime hottie ❤️‍🔥

Credit: @tinasnowslut on “X”

[rodolfoparras]

Free use but not really free use with homophobic misogynistic dude bro, who will let you fuck him in the library after a long day of studying for exams not that he has much of an option, at first he’s begging please not here come on anyone can just walk in but he only spreads his legs when you spit on your fingers before you rub them against his rim, reluctantly bends over the table while his eyes are glued to the door, tells you to “just hurry up or we’ll get caught here”but he’s painfully hard, cock flush against the wooden table and rubbing against it with every thrust, “mph fuck hurts ah- hurts sir” but won’t ask you to stop, practically slobbering all over the table while you’re ramming into his cunt, eyes slowly turning bleary and unfocused as he continues to watch the door, the look quickly turning into one of terror when he hears a voice, tries to push you away but he’s stuck in such a compromising position all he can manage is a weak push to the chest, and you’re stood there laughing while the sweet thing is begging you to “ pull out please!”

But you refuse to do that, so he does everything in his power to stay quiet - biting down on the palm of his hand or on his lips til it bleeds -while you’re continuously ramming into him, at some point you grow tired of the muffled grunts and groans and tell him you won’t let him cum if he doesn’t make some sounds, suddenly you have the sweet thing telling you how good he feels how he loves daddy’s cock even begging and pleading you to let him cum please!,

you watch the last bit of pride slowly be stripped away from him while tears continuously trickle down his cheeks, the only consoling he gets is when you lean into his ear and whisper to him not to worry “you sound like a girl anyway” and if someone were to walk in they’d see him with his back flushed against your chest, his pathetic little cock in the palm of you hand, and this big bad dude who claims he hates gay ppl so much sounding like a girl as he begs to cum on another man’s cock.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Quick thirst before I go back to writing, I was craving something sweet

Imagine this….

Him, sitting in your lap, face buried into the crook of your neck, back bend as he meekly claws at your shoulders. Your entire focus on him and his body, on the way his fingers twitched, the way he squirmed in pleasure.

One arm is securely wrapped around him, holding him close, listening to each others heart beat. The other one feeling him up, teasing his weak spots or playing with his erotic zones. And every time you rub just slightly harder, you are met with his moans and whimpers ringing in your ears. His breath tickling your skin and his tears damping your shoulder.

And once he gets close, he whispers, “I’m yours.”

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about toji the ultimate brat tamer vs two big brats – you and satoru.

you both talked big at first; about how he couldn't handle the two of you at the same time, about how he'd be the one to fold first, about how you'd make him whimper and moan, and yet...

here you are - laying on top of satoru, half limp, while getting pounded like there's no tomorrow. eyes hazy and threatening to roll back inside your head, tears run over the apples of your cheeks and drool trickles from the side of your mouth. he's filling you up so fucking good that you can't even properly moan – the only sounds leaving your pretty lips being shaky breaths and mewls. toji's heavy balls slap against you with every rough thrust and your ass stings from all the times he's slapped your soft, sensitive skin.

toji watches your tight little hole with hungry eyes, he watches you swallow him, he watches himself disappear deep inside you. you're so fucking warm and you feel delicious around him – he's addicted already. he's the only reason you're still half-up on your knees, his big calloused hands hold onto your waist like his life depends on it. he's not letting you go anywhere, no matter how much you want to run from him, from the pleasure.

"'s too much. i– i can't." his dick twitches inside you at your broken whine, clearly enjoying the state that you're in.

"nah." he rasps back. "don't think 's enough, actually."

toji's fingers bruise your skin as he pushes down on your back, making you arch even more for him. he takes his knee from the bed and places it down beside your trembling thigh. he's reaching new depths with this new position and he chuckles darkly when he sees your jaw fall slack.

above you, satoru lets out a muffled groan.

gagged and tied up – the only thing he can do is watch toji fuck your brains out. he can't even hold you, he can't even taste you...

he's never been this hard in his entire life.

your cheek is smushed against his lower stomach and you can feel his cock rubbing against your chest with every thrust toji makes. you're drooling all over satoru and fuck – he really just wishes he could kiss you.

his glassy blue eyes travel from your sweaty body to the man behind you, and he's met with the meanest grin.

"strongest one, hm?"

toji has never felt more powerful than he does in this moment. the legendary satoru gojo – finally at his mercy. tears cascade down his flushed cheeks and his adam's apple bobs, his skin is covered in red marks and sweat, and even though your own body hides satoru's - toji knows he's rock hard. the poor guy can't stop squirming and twitching underneath you, muffled mewls fill the air around you as his head lolls back against the headboard every two seconds.

the tip of his cock grazes against your soft skin but it's far from enough – a layer of his pre-cum coats your chest and your tummy and it's all just so fucking dirty.

toji fucking loves it.

he's going to pound you into the mattress while he watches satoru cry the prettiest tears. he's going to pump you full of his cum and then he's going to eat it out of you until you're passing out from overstimulation while satoru humps the air out of desperation. this is what you both get for talking back to him, for pushing his buttons.

he will make you both beg for his forgiveness and then he'll get to laugh and he'll get to mock – he's not stopping until you're both so fucking cockdrunk that the only thing you remember is his name.

you're both his little playthings now.

[red-writes]

jjk x reader--dilf hcs

characters: nanami, toji, gojo, geto.

summary: dilfs raw dog you <3

content contains: smut, raw sex, creampies, age difference, oral, choking, nicknames like kiddo and good girl. 

red’s note: finally wrote something longer than 50 words hooray!! and truthfully I really just needed a man to call me kiddo

⟶Nanami

Nanami likes to take care of you. He likes to be depended on and it makes him hard when you ask him for help or ask him for something you need because he just loves to meet all of your needs. Loves to see you fully satisfied. making you cum is his love language <333

It feels so good. His cock is rubbing along your pussy lips, his thumb rubs soft circles onto your clit and you can simply feel your cunt pulse and leak in desperation. Nanami tsks at you, “You really are desperate, look at how much you’re dripping” he chuckles out and you sigh as you feel the tip of his cock prod your cunt and slowly push its way inside. 

“K-kento..feels good” you whine and he cups your cheek stroking your cheek with his thumb. His thrusts are slow but deep, he can feel the clench of your cunt whenever he tries to pull out and it’s making his head feel lightheaded. sex with nanami always left you with sweat dripping down your body and no thoughts in your head. all you can think about is the way his dick glides against your most sensitive parts and all you can do is sit there and take it. 

“where are you drifting off too sweet girl? hm?” he asks while his fingers slide down between your thighs and rubs soft circles onto your swollen clit. you can hardly warn him as your orgasm rolls over you. but he knows because he can feel the way your pussy pulses around him and the way your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes.

“there she is, let go my love, such a good good girl for me”

⟶Toji

Good gracious..toji is a selfish lover. his sexual needs are at the base of his Maslow’s hierarchy. he will quite literally stop time to bust a nut. its horrible but when he asks you just can't say so no :(

His hands grip the fat of your midsection as hips grind against yours from behind. his exposed cock nudges at the fat of your cunt from between your thighs and your face heats up.

“Won't you help this old man cum?” he thrusts his cock forward against you, “can’t you feel I need you bad kid?”

you whine as you pull down your pants, “We gotta be quick, people will be here any minute.”

“Keep it tight for me kid” he says as he presses your thighs together. you let out a whine as his cock brushes against your clit with the head of his cock and you thrust your hips back against him, desperate to feel the sensation again. at your show of desperation toji stands still and watches you throw your ass back against him. 

the pseudo sex had your cunt dripping down his cock and the slick smeared against his pelvis. toji couldn’t deny how hard it made him seeing you so horny, it made his dick twitch between your thighs. you heard the doorbell ring and you whined and your hips slowed down but toji slapped your ass and spread your ass apart before pushing his cock into your cunt, the feel of you wrapped around him already makes him want to cum but he was holding back for you. 

“toji..they’re here we can’t” you moan into the granite countertops and gives your ass another spank

“let them wait”

⟶Gojo

similarly to nanami he’s such a giver. he wants you to feel good and take care of his little girl’s needs but he wants you to ask, wants you to say please and grip his bicep with teary eyes. it gets him going like nothing else.

“come on princess” he says, he blows lightly on your clit and you squirm on the bed. “say it~” he says as he eyes the way your pussy clenches and drips down between your ass cheeks. 

“please ‘toru..” he hums slightly and leans in and presses a kiss to your throbbing clit, “not enough” he says and you whine, bucking your hips up into the air. 

“please ‘toru...suck my clit” you say using your arm to cover your eyes, shielding yourself from the embarrassment. he chuckles at your shyness and wraps his lips around your achy clit, sucking on the bud with little care to the wet sounds his slurping made as he attacked your sensitive clit. it felt too good. your back arched off the bed and he used one of his hands to press down onto your lower stomach to prevent the movement. he used his free hand to gather your wetness and slide two of his slender fingers in your spasming cunt. the long appendages didn’t take long to drill against that soft spot inside of you. your head felt full of cotton. light and thoughtless the only thing you could think about was how the hand on your abdomen on top of the fingers pressing diligently against your g-spot were going to make you squirt all on the mans face. your hands dug into his platinum hair, attempting to force his head back but he wouldn’t budge. instead he pressed harder on your bladder and began flicking at your clit with his tongue. you were right on the edge, pussy sucking in his fingers so tightly. you were so wet he slid in a third finger and curled all three of them up against that little sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you and that’s all it took for your eyes to roll back into your head and for the wetness to spray from between your thighs. gojo didn’t stop however, he kept on. his fingers were working at what felt like a mile a minute and he kept you riding the high of your orgasm until you eventually managed to wiggle away from him to catch your breath, body trembling and shaking as he chuckled and put his fingers in his mouth to taste you. 

⟶Getou

getou likes praising you so so much. he says it with such a lovely voice that makes your pussy clench and squeeze around nothing. getou is so sweet that it makes you melt and wanna squeeze his balls dry 

getou loved 69ing you because he likes how tight your throat gets when his curved cock is snugly shoved down your throat, his hips gently thrusting in and out of your mouth while you choke and sputter. his hair is pulled out of it’s bun and is hanging low on his back and face. the ends of it tickle your thighs and it makes you squirm and buck into getou’s mouth. 

his fingers are ruthlessly fucking into your cunt, it’s sloppy and messy, your juices are streaming down into a puddle underneath you. getou moans softly when he feels your throat constrict around him. 

“oh my, you really are a good little girl aren’t you? so eager to please me, god--” he says as he rocks his hips a little harder into your mouth and your hips buck up as you plead with him silently to pay attention to your clit. it was swollen and throbbing and his chuckle turned into a moan when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. 

“there there pretty girl ‘m gonna take care good care of your sweet little pussy” he says and his lips wrap around your clit and suck and it makes your back arch off the bed, your struggling causing him to hiss as your throat constricts around your cock. he quickly pulls out and he grips his cock, stroking himself twice before he cums along your face. 

“fuck..fuck..mm sorry my love but you’re just too good I couldn’t help it” 

[satowooo]

kiss it better

Suguru always hated it when you break up with him when you're having a mental breakdown. So what's he gonna do to make his baby feel better?

contents. slight academic rivals to lovers (barely mentioned), suguru x reader, eventual smut, fluff, cowgirl, bottom suguru, slapping, rough sex, pet names, degration, not proofread.

Do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.

your relationship with suguru became on and off ever since you two started dating. he could vaguely remember why, but he knows one thing.

your relationship with him started off as enemies. he remembers how you were always so angry at him, your bratiness showing every time he was a step further than you in academics.

being a straight A student is something that he likes to brag about, knowing that you're right there to keep him on his toes because you're just as smart as him. he knows how you tire yourself to study every night and day, sleeping and almost living in the library whenever an exam week is coming, never going out of your room and not eating until you understood and memorized all your notes, and how you'd never talk to him the whole time you're busy studying. and what does he hates the most? you breaking up with him for it.

you're a top student, but you're always in second place because he beats you to it. it never fails to make you upset, but you don't really blame suguru for being good at what he does. rather, you blame yourself for not studying enough as if your brain is already not about to explode for every information that you try to force into your brain.

and suguru hates it enough that you have to break up with him just for you to torture yourself in the confines of your room with all the papers and academic works controlling over your body and mind. he hates it everytime because he knows how hard you are being to yourself.

“baby, i’m coming inside, okay?” suguru called outside your door after knocking several times. he didn't wait for another answer as he twists the knob, pushing the door open.

“suguru, no-”

he heard your sniffles. and his heart ache at the sight before him.

you were sitting at your study desk. papers scattered around in a mess, some of it drenched in your tears. your eyes reddened, and you looked at him in frustration as you stood up.

“i told you to leave me alone, suguru.” you said, wiping your tear stained cheek.

he looks over at your bed, to the crumpled sheets, feathers flying around from your pillow, knowing that you probably had been punching it in your frustration. he sighs and walks over to you, immediately cupping your cheeks to look you in the eyes.

“you think breaking up with me would solve the problem?” he whispers softly, kissing your eyes, your tears.

you looked away, tilting your head to the side so as to not look at him. “it's for the better. you're only distracting me from my studies.”

he closed his eyes tightly, before holding your jaw so you could face him properly. your hands clutched his shirt at the proximity between you. “i’m distracting you?” your words sting, his heart clenching at the way you're trying so hard to push him away. but he wouldn't have all that. “come on. i know you're mad. punish me then.”

“suguru-”

“i always tell you that i’m here to help. but you're too hard headed to ask for it.” his tone was firm, his eyes turning dark at the way you tried to get away from his grasp. he lets out an exasperated breath before loosening his grip from you. “don't hurt yourself, baby. hurt me instead.”

“suguru, you don't understand. i am angry, fine, i admit.” the grip you had on his shirt tightened, a shaky breath escaping from your lip as tears started to form on your eyes again. “i don’t want to take it out on you when i’m clearly a mess, suguru. you don't get it because you're always too good and i’m not enough. i can't be enough for you if i’m like this-”

once again, suguru cut you off. your words flying off his ear as he interrupted you with a fierce kiss. his tongue darting out for entrance and you didn't push him away. your words muffled from the way he pressed his lips, making you shut up and revel onto your desires as your lips parted, your tongue delving out to taste him.

all your worries easily slipped away. his thumb swiftly wiping the tear that escaped your eyes while not breaking the kiss. he pulled away for a moment before capturing it once again, this time gentler than the first.

to suguru, it was always the same words no matter how much he reassured you. so what's he going to do? make you feel like the queen you deserved to be.

“come on, princess. just like that.” he grunted, his hand gripping on your hips as he slammed you down on his cock. “come on, tell me how mad you are right now. let me hear you.”

“f-fuck you, suguru…” you gasps, your hips rocking back and forth deliciously on his shaft. your teeth were clenched in frustration, your anger still brewing inside your heart by the way he had you easily straddling him.

“that's it, baby. let it out, let it all out on me.” he coos, gently running his fingers on your spine. the action sent shivers all over your body, your thrust rapidly increasing by each second. “you're so mad, aren't you? you don't like it when i'm doing good?”

"s-stop... ahh..." you huffed, face flushed as your pussy clenched around him. your hips were beginning to ache for how harsh you were slamming against his lap. and he had that annoying look on his face that got you riled up.

you know exactly what he's trying to do. suguru wants a reaction. for you to let it out on him. to be mad at him instead of being mad at yourself.

he gripped your ass firmly, a knowing smirk etched on his lip. “do i make you cry, princess? because i’m better? in studies… and even in fucking you?”

that definitely strikes a nerve right there. your pace increasing, your nails digging on his shoulder from how hard you're holding onto him. “shut up… sh-shut up…”

“that all you got?” he said darkly, sweat forming in his forehead. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before landing a smack, making you jolt in pleasure. “you're so fucking pathetic, princess. you're really crying over that? you look so fucking dumb with my cock inside-”

a harsh slap on his cheek echoed all over the room. your breathing coming in short gasps, while suguru was smiling. he was fucking smiling.

the slap reddened his cheek but it didn't even look like it hurt him. he huffed and squeezed your hip. suguru was drowned in pure bliss as he groaned, your hips thrusting so harshly, squeezing his cock like there's no tomorrow.

“fuck, baby…” he growled, the sting of your slap erotic and pleasurable that it got him ramming his hip upward. you could see the veins on his neck popping out, his eyes darkening as his fingers found your breasts. “fuck y-yeah… do that again, hm? show me how much you fucking hate me…”

you moaned, your back arching and body pressing against his chest. his lips latched on your nipple, while his other hand found your clit. he rubbed circles against it, making you cry and scratch your nails on his chest.

“you’re so worked up for all your studies, and for what?” he sneered, chuckling darkly at you. you bit your lip as another slap went across his cheek, feeling all the anger forcing its way to give him what he wants. you knew damn well that suguru was enjoying on riling you up, coaxing you to take it out on him by saying those words that he knew would gain the right reaction that he needs.

“fuck you, sugu… f-fuck you…”

“doing so well for me, baby.” he leaned forward to capture your lips, his lips grazing your earlobe. “you can do more than that, don't you?”

your thrusts became more erratic as his voice rang over your ears. you grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it down so he could look at you. your face was a mix of both anger and pleasure, a sight that made suguru feel more aroused. he groaned as your hand flew over on his cheek again, his eyes glistening with lust.

“ohh, f-fuck!” the thumb on your clit increased its pace, as slaps after slaps on his face kept coming, eager to erase that stupid grin on his lips.

suguru grunted, his moans getting louder each second that it syncs with your sounds. your hand traveled up his throat, pressing on gently enough to restrict his breathing.

he let out a strangled laugh causing you to land another slap on his face. he can't believe that he felt so fucked out, enjoying the pleasure and roughness that you were giving him. the angered look on your face made his cock twitch inside you.

your hips thrusts up and down. up and down. unrelenting. it became frantic as his cock hit your right spots, driving you wild in ecstasy.

he could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your thrusts became more urgent, your gripped on his neck beginning to tighten. his eyes were tied shut, suguru’s chest heaving as your wetness engulfed his cock.

“i’m cumming, baby. f-fuck, you gon’ cum, princess? you're doing so good- f-fucking hell…”

he hears your whines. his name rolling out of your tongue in desperation to reach your high. he bucked his hips, thrusting forward to meet yours, pistoning in and out furiously as the pleasure built up.

“suguru! ahh! hhk-” your hips shattered, your body convulsing with your orgasm reaching its peak. suguru let out a growl in pleasure, his hands squeezing your ass firmly. his own orgasm quickly approached, hot semen spurting right inside your sweet hole.

he breathes heavily, thrusting his cum right inside you slowly, making sure that nothing would come to waste. your hands released his neck, seeing how it turned red by the way you gripped so harshly. even his face was all flushed from all the slapping you did, with a small bruise forming on his temple, but suguru had a grin on his face.

his hair disheveled, chest heaving as you both catch your breaths. “still mad, baby?”

you shake your head, looking at him apologetically. “not anymore. i’m sorry, did i hit you too hard?”

suguru chuckled, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure you just gave him. he took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly. “i fucking loved it, baby.”

he looks at you lovingly. suguru has already memorized you like the back of his hands, from your body to your heart and beneath your soul. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and cared for. he adores you so much that he wouldn't allow letting your insecurities pull you down.

suguru holds your hips, rocking yourself gently on his cock. your eyes rolling back, a soft moan escaping from your lips. he smiled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. “you're enough, baby. always remember that, okay?” he looked up at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. you basked into the aftermath of your lovemaking, your head falling on his chest as you nodded at his words. “don't ever doubt your abilities. failure is inevitable, it's a part of ourselves that symbolizes the efforts we do for trying.” suguru whispers, gently placing kisses all over your face. “and i love you for all your flaws and failures. don't ever think that you're not enough for me.”

🙂‍↕️ i genuinely want to make an academic rivals to lovers fic/series with suguru

[sugugasm]

୨୧ ˗ˏˋ OTAKU HOT GIRL ! | suguru & satoru x yn “i like a tall woman with a nice, big ass.” ꒰ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ! ꒱ this is me being delusional srry, but thinkin ab gojo & geto fucking tall, curvy! reader after she begs them to watch her favorite anime with her . . like ugh rn. also forgive me if this is pure degeneracy. i was bein a horn dog n’ there’s no plot rlly :/ inspired by the one n only stallion ofc, we luv u mama

꒰ 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 ꒱ : blk fem reader, uses she/her pronouns, usage of pet names like cocksleeve, love, baby, babe, sweetheart, etc. positions included such as doggystyle, double pen, themes such as choking, bratty reader, dom! satoru & suguru, rough sex ??, oral fem recieve, oral male receive, dirty talk, mentions of a size kink, lots n lots of cum, mmm yum so gross — 5.3𝑲 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕

���hurry up, boys! m’ gonna’ be mad if you miss the intro. it ruins the whole experience of watching for the first time!”

“we’re comin’, woman. calm down.”

both satoru and suguru scurry around in your shared kitchen, gathering the rest of whatever horrid snack combinations they could find before jogging lightly to make their way over to you on the couch. with your feet positioned criss-crossed n’ a warm bowl of popcorn sizzling down in your lap, the only thing really missing were the two imbeciles of men you mistakenly decided to roommate with around a year or two ago.

you roll your eyes fondly as satoru and suguru finally plop down on either side of you, their arms laden with an assortment of junk food. satoru’s got a family-sized bag of cool ranch doritos tucked under one arm and a jar of peanut butter in the other hand, while suguru’s juggling a pack of oreos, a can of whipped cream, and what looks suspiciously like . . ew, a jar of pickles. what?

“are y’all for real right now?” you laugh, eyeing their haul with a mix of amusement and disgust. “ we’re about to watch anime, not enter a county fair eating contest.”

“hey, don't knock it til’ you’ve tried it,” satoru grins, ripping open the doritos and the peanut butter simultaneously. his gaze dips briefly to your chest, taking in the way your soft pink lace cami clings to your curves. “besides, we’ve gotta’ fuel up. you said this show is, and i quote, ‘a cultural reset that will redefine our understanding of feminism and body positivity in media.’ i don’t know man, that sounds intense.”

suguru snorts, unscrewing the oreo package. his eyes briefly lingering on the bare expanse of your thighs, the flimsy matching shorts riding high as you curl your legs underneath you. “pretty sure she just meant it’s got a lot of ass shakin’ and women empowerment. still, sounds pretty lovely.”

you chuck a kernel of popcorn at his head, giggling when it bounces off his nose. “excuse you, that’s a very tiny observation of ‘megan - sama : twerk hero for a new generation.’ s’ a journey of a woman’s adventure to self-love and confidence in a world that constantly tries to tear her down. she uses her sexuality as a form of power. she like, challenges the male gaze and double standards with, well . . every clap of her ass.”

satoru blinks at you, a glob of peanut butter sliding off the dorito he’s holding halfway to his mouth. “that . . was surprisingly deep, yn.”

“mmm, that's our girl,” suguru says proudly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. his fingers skimming over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “beautiful, brilliant, and able to find meaning in the most unlikely places. like a twerking anime.”

you elbow him playfully in the ribs, warmth blooming in your chest at the casual praise even as heat prickles across your skin at the contact. “you’re jokin’ but m’ serious,” you whine, “it celebrates a body type that’s so often shamed and or fetishized, like i dunno’ . . she faces some of the worst - but she never gives up, and that self-love is what ultimately gives her the strength to change the world around her in the end . .” you keep gushing, waxing poetic about megan’s badassery and the show’s powerful message. the boys listen attentively, nodding along, but you don't miss the way their gazes keep drifting south, tracing your figure with barely-concealed appreciation.

you hated to go on your fourth tangent of the week right now, but god, representation really did matter. it was practically rare to see your body type in entertainment — let alone that exact body type standing at a whopping 5’10. this was . . like you said, a real cultural reset.

a comfortable silence then settles as they finish taking it in, the low murmur of the anime’s opening theme — otaku hot girl, now filling the room. you sneak a glance at satoru out of the corner of your eye, surprised to find him looking thoughtful rather than skeptical like any other guy your age would.

“i can dig it,” satoru says slowly, popping a peanut butter dorito into his mouth. “more representation of different body types in media, s’ important. and i mean, objectively speaking . . .” he rakes his eyes over your form, lingering on the swell of your hips and ass. “i like a tall woman with a nice, big ass. ain't nothin’ wrong with a little extra somethin' to hold onto, y’know?”

you raise a brow, something playfully bold and a little reckless brewing in your chest. “is that so? didn’t know y’liked your girls thick, gojo.”

satoru swallows, adam's apple bobbing as his gaze snaps to yours. “no, yn. i love, my girls thick,” he says, voice pitched low. “well that and, exploring your sexuality n’ confidence in general is jus’ sexy . . as hell.”

“hmmm, i see. getou?” you turn to suguru, head cocked. “any thoughts?”

suguru’s smile is slow and devastating, dark promise in his eyes. “he’s not wrong. m’ sure you know that though. body like . . yours, s’the kinda canvas i could spend hours worshipping. takes an incel to not appreciate it, honestly.”

“oh please. all that bravado, but i can’t you couldn’t handle me even if you tried.” you shimmy your shoulders, drawing attention to the truly tremendous amount of cleavage your cami isn't concealing. “you'd probably bust in your boxers if you so much as touched this ass. thank youuu.”

but even as you say that with all the confidence in the world, you can’t help but to think . . ‘what if?’ what if they could? what if you were talkin’ straight out of your ass right now just to have it be thrown in your face later on? — no, never, couldn’t be.

and later on, as the end credits of the final episode roll, you stretch languidly, you’d forgotten about the thought, feeling pleasantly buzzed from two pretty drinks the three of you had earlier and the easy camaraderie of the night. satoru and suguru have been the perfect viewing companions, cracking jokes and providing commentary that had you in stitches more often than not.

but all in all, underneath the lighthearted banter, you can feel something else tiptoeing - a tension, an electricity that’s been building all night. it’s in the way satoru’s gaze lingers on the curve of your throat as you tip your head back to laugh. it’s in the heat of suguru’s palm on your knee, his thumb rubbing absent circles that inch higher and higher with each passing minute.

“so . .” satoru drawls as the autoplay timer counts down to the next season. “that was . . actually enlightening annnd i just followed megan on instagram. so, when will she be mine?”

“mhmm, told you,” you laugh, feeling loose and languid from the warmth of the alcohol in your veins and the solid press of their bodies on either side of you. “and i dunno, join the club. she’s a fuckin’ queen. knows what she wants and goes for it, she’s inspirational, and an overall bad bitch, duh — i want her too.”

“kinda like someone else we know,” suguru muses, a sly curl to his lips as he turns to face you. his eyes are dark, heated in a way that makes your breath catch. “ain’t that right, yn?”

you swallow, pulse picking up speed as you meet his loaded gaze. “oh? and who might that be?”

“you,” satoru says bluntly, shifting to angle his body towards you as well. the movement brings him close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, the firm press of his muscular thigh against yours. “talkin’ all that shit earlier, bout’ how we couldn’t handle you. you think that, babe?”

oh . . so maybe you were wrong.

and they had planned on it proving that to you.

there’s a challenge in his tone, a dare that sends a frisson of anticipation skittering down your spine. you lick your lips, noting with a thrill how both their gazes zero in on the movement, “maybe i did,” you say, pitching your voice low and breathy. “what’re you gonna’ do about it?”

suguru makes a rough sound in the back of his throat, fingers flexing on your knee. “oh, well since you asked . . we can give a little demo - show you exactly what we’re gonna’ do about it. ain’t that right, satoru?”

“damn straight,” satoru growls, a wicked gleam in his eye. “whaddaya’ say, sweet thing? why don’t you go ahead n’ show us what makes you a hot girl, yn?” he finishes.

heart pounding, skin prickling with goosebumps, you lift your chin in clear provocation. “tch, whatever. bring it on then, bitches. show me what you’ve got.”

of course you’d challenge them. why wouldn’t you? you quite literally had the power of god and megan on your side.

twin groans meet your bold words, suguru’s hand tightening convulsively on your leg as satoru’s eyes blaze with intent. “don’t mind if we do,” satoru rasps, voice gone low and gravelly with want. “been fuckin’ gagging for it all night, watchin’ you all curled up and cozy in this tiny ass pajama set, lookin’ good enough to eat . .”

“gonna’ fuckin’ devour you,” suguru vows, already shifting to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “gonna’ put this bratty little mouth to good use, fuck, been dyin’ to feel these pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

you moan, head tipping back to grant him better access even as your hands come up to fist in satoru’s hair, dragging him down for a filthy, biting kiss. he groans into your mouth, licking past the seam of your lips to tangle his tongue with yours, one large hand palming roughly at your breast through the flimsy lace of your cami.

“fuckin’ tease,” he pants when you break apart for air, fingers already working at the tiny buttons holding the top closed. “prancin’ around in this scrap of nothin’ all night, like a slut. y’knew we wouldn’t be able to stop thinkin’ about you, baby.”

“why don’t you tell me?” you breathe, emboldened by the blatant need in their faces, the desperate flex of their hands on your body. “c’mon, boys, use your words. what’ve you been thinkin’ about doin’ to me all night, huh? how’re you gonna’ shut me up, put me in my place?”

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” suguru swears feelingly, wrenching himself away from your neck to stare at you with wild, hungry eyes. “keep talkin’ like that and i’m gonna lose it, i swear.”

“then lose it,” you purr, hooking a leg over his hip and using the leverage to grind yourself against his straining erection. he hisses, hips rocking forward to press the thick line of his cock harder against your aching center. “c’mon, sugu baby, show me how bad you want it. show me exactly what this bratty little tease does to you.”

“fuck, you fuckin’ - get her naked,” suguru snarls to satoru, already fumbling with the tie of your shorts. “fuckin’ get her naked right goddamn now, i can’t - i gotta’ taste her, gotta’ get my mouth on this sweet cunt before i fucking explode . .”

satoru doesn't waste any time, practically ripping your cami open in his haste to get at your bared tits. you cry out sharply as he latches onto one straining nipple, suckling hard and grazing the sensitized bud with his teeth. “oh fuck, oh god, yes!”

your shorts and panties are yanked down your legs, the sudden rush of cool air on your heated flesh making you gasp. and then suguru is shouldering past satoru to find his way between your thighs, pushing them open wide and burying his face in your dripping cunt with a guttural moan of satisfaction, “i call first,” he mumbles into your pussy.

satoru scoffs an agitated, “not fair, but whatever,” and you can’t help but to giggle at the sheer fact that they were quite literally bickering over who was gonna’ eat your pussy first.

“shut the fuck up — ”

“aht, aht! hey, all my munches get along so . . y’all about to argue all day or what?” you mutter, and as if they were being scolded back in their early sourcerer days - they hush, and then, “holy shit!” you whimper, back arching clear off the couch as suguru goes to town, licking and suckling at your clit like a man starved. “o-oh my god, sugu, you’re s’good . .”

“mm, y’like that, sweetheart?” satoru husks, sucking and then pulling off your nipple with a lewd pop. his hand palms roughly at your other breast, plucking at the stiff peak, drawing high, breathy cries from your throat. “like the way he eats this pretty pussy, fucks you with his tongue? gonna’ make you cum so hard you scream, baby, gonna’ make you fucking flood his mouth.”

“y-yes,” you gasp, fisting your hands in both their hair as suguru goes even harder, slipping two fingers into your clenching hole and pumping them in time with the relentless suction of his lips around your throbbing clit. “yes, fuck, m’gonna cum already, gonna’ come on your face sugu, please, fuck, m’ so close . .”

“that's it,” satoru coaxes, pinching your nipple viciously, making you yelp. “give it up, yn, fucking come for us like a good girl, wanna hear you scream . .”

suguru crooks his fingers just right, rubbing mercilessly against the spot that makes stars explode behind your eyelids, and you shatter with a raw sob of their names. your cunt clamps down vise-tight on his thrusting digits as you gush around them, release flooding his chin and dripping down his wrist.

he works you through the aftershocks with hitching praises and soft kitten licks, only pulling away when you start twitching from oversensitivity. he rocks back onto his heels, wiping and licking around his mouth with the back of his hand and tongue, eyes hazy and satisfied as he takes in your wrecked, limp form. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he slurs, words edged with wonder. “shit - look at you, jesus, all fucked out and dripping just from my mouth. i told you i could spend hours between these thighs, baby, i wasnt lyin’.”

“h-hours, huh?” you manage, breath still coming in shuddery gasps. “that mean you’re done with me already, sugu?”

his eyes sharpen, a predatory curl to his lips that sends a bolt of heat straight to your core. “not even close, pretty girl. m’ jus’ gettin’ warmed up.”

“why don’t you let her catch her breath,” satoru suggests, something dark and intent in his gaze as his eyes rove over your naked, trembling body. he palms his cock through his sweats, hissing at the contact. “still gotta put that mouth to work, remember?”

your cunt clenches weakly at the implication, arousal already starting to rekindle in your veins. “gimmie’ a minute to recover and i’ll put it to work all night long,” you promise, licking your lips. “wanna’ choke on it, toru. want you to fuck my throat . . please.”

“jesus, fuck, you’re so nasty,” satoru groans, fisting a hand in your hair and dragging you up for a brief, brutal kiss. “gonna’ wreck you, baby. gonna’ fuckin’ ruin you for anyone else, mark you up inside n’ out until all you can think about is us, all you can feel is us stretching that hungry little pussy wide . .”

“oh please,” you whimper, already halfway there just from their words, their roving hands, the hot press of their bodies caging you in on either side. “god, please, i want it — fuck me stupid, i don’t care.”

“and we will,” suguru vows, fingers dipping back between your legs to circle your slick, twitching entrance. “gonna’ pump you so full of cum, baby, shit, gonna fuckin’ breed this cunt.” you keen high in your throat, the images they’re painting sending heat licking through your veins like wildfire. you want it, want them, with an intensity that’s scarce.

“so what’re you waiting for?” you rasp, disentangling yourself from their groping hands to shimmy off the couch and drop to your knees between their splayed thighs. you rest your palms high on their legs, thumbs teasing at the straining bulges tenting their sweats. “i believe i was promised a face fucking . . and y’know i hate broken promises. don’t make me beg.”

“brat,” satoru husks, eyes practically black with lust as he lifts his hips so you can tug his pants down his thighs. his cock springs free, thick and ruddy and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight. “let’s see how cocky you are with your mouth full. won’t be able to sass when you’re chokin’ on dick.”

“choking? you promise, daddy?” you purr, shuffling closer on your knees, hands running teasingly up and down their thighs. suguru makes a strangled noise, hands clenching into fists at his sides like it’s taking everything in him not to grab you.

“open,” satoru demands hoarsely. “open that smart fucking mouth. lemme’ feed you.” you part your lips obediently, tongue darting out to swipe at the swollen head of his dick. he jerks like he’s been electrocuted, a guttural moan punching out of his chest as you proceed to lave at his cock like an ice cream cone, all kittenish licks and teasing flicks that have him cursing up a storm above you.

“gonna’ kill me,” he grits out, hips flexing like it's taking everything he has to keep from fucking up into your mouth. “yn, jesus, quit teasing and suck it, shit — suck it baby, please . .” deciding to put him out of his misery, you open wide and sink down, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as you can. he shouts, hands flying to your hair as you set up a steady rhythm, bobbing and sucking and swirling your tongue until he’s leaking a steady stream of precum down your throat.

suguru is panting harshly on your other side, fisting his own cock with short, rough strokes as he watches you work over satoru. “look so fuckin’ pretty with a dick in your mouth,” he praises raspily, thumb collecting the bead of moisture at his tip and reaching down to smear it across your lips where they're stretched wide around satoru. “made to be a fuckin’ eater, weren’t you sweetheart? made for us, made to take what you’re given, aren’t you?”

you whimper around your mouthful, the degradation making your cunt clench up hard. you redouble your efforts, relaxing your throat and sinking down until satoru’s cock is nudging the back of your throat, your nose pressed against his pelvis.

“holy fucking shit,” he wheezes, fingers tightening in your hair to hold you there. “oh my god, oh fuck, your fucking throat, m'gonna come, gonna come right down your slutty little neck . .”

“do it,” suguru growls, hand still fisting his own cock, the wet slap of skin on skin obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. “feed her that load, man, fucking paint her throat, make her gag.”

satoru cums with a hoarse shout, cock pulsing on your tongue as he empties himself down your throat. you swallow it all, working your tongue along the throbbing underside to draw out every last drop until he's shaking and pushing you off with an overwhelmed grunt. and you pull off with a gasp, lips swollen and spit-slick, chin wet with drool and the remnants of his release. before you can even catch your breath, suguru is grabbing you by the hair and dragging you over to his waiting cock, the head an angry purple and weeping steadily.

“looks like s’ my turn now, hm?” he grits out, tracing the seam of your lips with his cock, smearing the slickness around like obscene lipgloss. “back open, c’mon.”

you let your jaw drop wide once again, and then he’s pushing in, stretching your lips wide around his girth as he feeds you every thick, throbbing inch. he sets a punishing pace from the start, one hand cupped under your chin to feel his cock moving in your throat as the other winds tight in your hair, holding you still for his thrusts.

“oh fuck yeah,” he rasps, eyes fever-bright as he stares down at you, taking in your glazed eyes and drool-slick chin, the vulgar bulge of your throat. “takin’ it like a champ aren’t ya’? so pretty like this, baby. y’like it, like daddy’s cock buried in your throat like this?” you moan around him, looking up at him through your lashes as you hollow your cheeks and suck viciously — vacuum technique doing absolute wonders by the looks of it. he curses, rhythm faltering as his cock throbs warningly against your tongue.

satoru is suddenly there, pressing up against your back, arms banding around your waist as clever fingers find your aching nipples and pluck at them roughly. “your face is so pretty,” he husks in your ear, stubble rasping against your neck as he mouths at your throat. “it’ll look even prettier painted . . c’mon make him cum, you’ve earned it.”

the filthy words combined with the sharp mix of pleasure pain of his fingers on your nipples has you shuddering, cunt clenching down on nothing as a bolt of heat sizzles up your spine. suguru’s is close, you can tell by the way his thrusts are going erratic, his cock pulsing faster against your tongue.

“f-fuck, oh fuck, m’gonna cum,” he warns, high and tight, hips snapping forward once, twice more before he's pulling out abruptly, fisting his cock with desperate strokes. “open your mouth, fuck, stick out your tongue baby, wanna’ see it, fuckin’ shit!”

you obey mindlessly, tipping your face up and extending your tongue, a lewd, pornographic presentation. suguru loses it at the sight, shouting brokenly as his orgasm crashes over him, cock jerking in his grip as he paints your face with ropey streams of pearlescent white.

you moan shakily, back arching as some of his release hits your waiting tongue, the salty-musk taste of him flooding your senses. you feel debauched, utterly wrecked and still desperately turned on, your cunt a throbbing mess of need between your legs.

“holy shit!” suguru pants, slumping back against the couch, chest heaving. he takes in your cum - streaked face, the way you’re panting and squirming, still perched on your knees between them. “you’re a fuckin' vision, you know that? prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, all messy and marked up, fuck.”

“mmm, but she’s not finished though, are you baby?” satoru purrs, fingers drifting down to tease through your soaked folds, making you gasp and buck your hips. “look, she’s still hungry for it, so ready for more like the insatiable little slut you are. tell us what you need, sweetheart. tell us how you want us to wreck this pussy.”

“both of you,” you manage, voice a needy rasp. you reach down to circle your swollen clit, putting on a show for them. “want both you in me, filling me up t-til’ i can’t fuckin’ take it.”

“fuck,” satoru swears emphatically, cock already twitching with renewed interest. “yeah baby, we can do that, no problem. so sorry if we make you cry.”

“we gotta’ get her on the bed,” susguru demands, pulling you up and herding you towards satoru’s room. “need you spread out for us, wanna’ wreck you properly.”

you go willingly, eagerly, practically trembling with anticipation as they usher you into the bedroom, tearing their clothes off as they go. they descend upon you like men starved as soon as your back hits the mattress, hands and mouths roving over every inch of bared skin until you're writhing and keening beneath their attentions.

suguru pushes your thighs open and buries his face between them, groaning at the taste of your arousal. he licks into you like a man dying of thirst, tongue delving deep and curling just right to make you see stars. “fuckin’ drenched,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to circle your entrance with one long finger, gathering the slickness. “absolutely soaked for it, aren't you baby? dripping for our cocks, greedy little pussy desperate to be stuffed full.”

“please,” you whimper, back arching as he pushes two fingers knuckle-deep, pumping them lazily. “oh fuck, g-getou, more, need more!”

“ive got you,” satoru rasps, rolling on a condom and slicking himself up with lube. he shifts up the bed until he’s bracketing your head with his knees, the thick jut of his cock bobbing mere inches from your face. “gonna’ give this filthy mouth something to do while sugu opens up your hungry cunt, yeah? gonna’ fuck your throat while he fingers you sloppy, get you nice and ready for us both.”

you open eagerly for him, relaxing your jaw as he feeds his cock past your lips. he groans at the wet heat of your mouth, at the way you hollow your cheeks and suck, working your tongue along the throbbing underside.

“there you go,” he praises roughly, grabbing a handful of your hair and giving a shallow thrust. “just like that baby, fuck, feel like heaven around my dick . .”

you moan around him as suguru works a third finger into your dripping cunt, scissoring and curling them just right to graze that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. the dual stimulation has you shaking, the obscene sounds of satoru’s cock gliding through the slick clutch of your throat and suguru’s fingers pumping wetly into your pussy filling the room.

“she’s good to go,” suguru declares after a few endless minutes, pulling his fingers free and wiping them clean on the sheets. he slicks himself up, shifting into position between your spread thighs. “gonna’ wreck this pussy, baby, you have no idea how bad i’ve wanted this, wanted you. i think about you while i dream . .”

how could something said be so blended with both degeneracy and sweetness.

he pushes in on one smooth glide, the breath punching from his lungs in a guttural moan as your walls clench down greedily around him. “mm, what a tight fit. shit. gripping me, yn, goddamn.”

you sob brokenly around satoru’s cock as suguru bottoms out, hips flush against yours. he gives you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, rolling his hips in deep, devastating grinds that have you seeing stars.

satoru keeps rocking into your mouth, hands fisted in your hair to hold you in place for his thrusts. you take it eagerly, gagging a little when he hits the back of your throat but relaxing to let him push deeper, until your nose is pressed against his pelvis with every pump of his hips.

“m’ gonna’ cum down your throat again,” satoru grits out after a few minutes of spit-roasting you between them. “gonna’ get you all warmed up, honey.”

you moan helplessly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe around his considerable girth. just as spots start to dance in your vision, satoru stiffens and curses, hips jerking erratically as he spills into your mouth with a hoarse shout. “there you go baby, breathe for me — agh fuck yes. choke on daddy’s dick, thas’ good girl.” he then pulls out carefully, cradling your jaw as you cough and gasp, chest heaving.

suguru is still working into you from below, the drag of his cock against your fluttering walls almost unbearably good. you’re so fucking full of him, stretched around his thickness, but you still feel so empty, aching for more.

“please,” you rasp, looking up at satoru with wet, pleading eyes. “need your cock inside me too, need both of you fucking me, filling me, please.”

“such a needy little thing,” satoru marvels, eyes dark and hungry on your face. “gonna’ give it to you, baby, don’t worry. want me to stuff that pussy, hm? confuse you on whose is whose,” he laughs.

he slides down your body, shifting to kneel behind suguru between your lewdly spread legs. slicking up his fingers with more lube, he circles your stretched rim where suguru is steadily pumping into you, dipping just the tip of one finger in alongside his thrusting cock.

you keen high in your throat at the added stretch, the slight burn as he works you open further. suguru groans at the increased tightness, at the filthy drag of satoru’s fingers around his pistoning cock as he meticulously stretches you out. “god, look at you,” suguru pants, sounding absolutely wrecked as he stares down at where you're taking them both, hole straining wide and shiny-slick with lube and your own arousal. “pretty, little cunt all desperate for it, practically begging to be stuffed full. you want that, baby? want both of us crammed up in that pussy, wanna’ be our fuckin’ cocksleeve?”

“yes,” you sob, past the point of shame or restraint. “please, fuck, want it, want you both so deep in me, wan’ it to almost hurt . .”

“holy shit,” satoru swears feelingly, pulling his fingers free and lining his cock up alongside suguru’s. the blunt pressure against your already stuffed hole has you nearly hyperventilating, squirming down onto them eagerly. “okay, baby, deep breaths. gonna’ put both of us in, yeah?” you nod, and he pushes in hard, forcing his cockhead in alongside suguru’s with a devastating stretch. you wail brokenly, back bowing as you’re split open on their straining cocks, the burn of it so intense it borders on both pleasure and pain. but then suguru is rolling his hips and satoru is grinding into you and oh, oh it’s fucking perfect, the drag of them against your walls, the way they throb and pulse in tandem inside you.

“fuck,” suguru wheezes, sweat rolling down his temples. “o-oh fuck, fuck, fuck!.”

“m’ not gonna last,” satoru warns, voice absolutely shattered as he starts to move, drawing out only to slam back in, forcibly creating space for himself in your overstuffed channel. “yn, o-ooh, pussy’s stranglin’ me, baby — m’gonna cum.”

“do it,” you demand breathlessly, rolling your hips up to meet their thrusts, taking them impossibly deeper. “cum in me . . claim m-me.” with twin shouts they comply, snapping their hips forward one, two, three more times before they’re cumming hard, cocks pulsing in tandem as they empty themselves into you. you moan brokenly at the feel of it, of their release flooding your cunt, marking you up from the inside out.

they collapse against you as they come down, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat. you whimper as their softening cocks slip free of your abused hole, a river of come slipping out after them to soak the sheets.

“holy f-fuck,” satoru rasps after a long moment, pressing a reverent kiss to your shoulder. “that was fucking crazy . .”

“and incredible,” suguru adds, sounding just as dazed. “yn, baby, fuck. we wrecked you, jesus.”

“mmm, you did,” you agree, feeling utterly boneless and fucked-out in the best way. “absolutely ruined me for anyone else, jus’ like you promised.”

“good,” satoru growls, something fiercely possessive in his gaze as it rakes over your limp, satisfied form. “because this pussy? this filthy, perfect pussy? it belongs to us now. you belong to us now . . .”

you glance briefly at the tv, dick drunk and pleasure high. part of you thinks you should probably pay your respects to the anime that facilitated this unexpected but very welcome turn of events, but the rest of you is preoccupied with trying not to black out as satoru and suguru keep their attention on you.

megan-sama, you think muzzily, just before suguru starts to nip at your shoulder again, bless your ratchet heart. you the real mvp.

and then coherency flees completely as your boys descend on you once more, cutting off anything resembling higher thought.

the last fleeting thing you remember is a deep, unshakable gratitude for your beautifully crafted body and the incredible dudes about to spend the foreseeable future worshipping it.

thick thighs save lives, indeed.

there’s only one you.

we love you meg.

[nanaslutt]

omg can u imagine gojo being so obsessed with ur pussy lips and before seggs he makes u spread urself for him like he’s the pussy inspector 😵‍💫😵‍💫 or like makes u touch urself and spread ur legs/lips rly wide so he can watch

i can imagine and i am imagining and i will continue to imagine

nonnie you are BRILLIANT<3

contains: fem reader, pussy inspection, masturbation (gojo & reader), he guides you, you’re in front of a mirror, he’s obsessed with your cunt, you finger yourself together, so much praise like so much, dirty talk, he talks to ur pussy, pretty soft i won’t lie~

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“toru, this ‘s so embarrassing.” your mumbling so quiet he can barely hear, face burning under his scrutinizing gaze with his eyes that can literally see everything

“don’t be embarrassed baby, your little pussy is so pretty,” he assures you, he currently has you on your back, thighs resting over his thicker ones as he’s between your thighs, sitting back on his heels, lengthy cock in hand, “you should wanna show her off,” he smiles sincerely at you

your hands are on the underside of your thighs, holding your pussy lips open for him to get a better veiw,

“you sure ur not jus’ pretending to be embarrassed cutie? little hole is squeezing around nothing down here when i talk to you,” his free hand coming to aid you in holding yourself open, pulling back the hood of your clit to get a closer look at your swollen bud,

“oh fuck,” he laughs, watching it twitch under his watchful stare, “want you to rub your clit a little for me pretty girl, can you do that?” he smiles fondly, eyebrows raising when he looks at you,

“o-okay,” you whimper, he moves his hand from the hood of your clit down to your thigh, rubbing comforting patterns into the skin there

you let one of the hands that was holding your cunt open come around your body and slide down your pelvis, tip of your middle finger coming in contact with your clit, legs trying to squeeze shut around him at the stimulation

“gotta keep ‘em open so i can see okay?” he says, emphasizing his point by using his strong grip to keep your leg in place,

“show me how you touch yourself when your alone.” he bites his lip, watching you look anywhere but his eyes that are trying to make contact with your own as you whimper out at his request,

dipping your finger down to your entrance to gather some of the slick there, you drag your finger back up to your clit and start rubbing quick circles into the angry bud,

not an inch of your movements are being overlooked by his crystaline eyes, he slowly starts to rub his own cock while he watches you, using his dripping pre to lubricate his strokes, jaw dropping in a half smile as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head

a second finger joining the first in rubbing your clit, wetness echoing in the room,

“tell me how it feels,” he’s breathing heavily, focusing on his tip, watching you try to put your pleasure into words for him,

“feels so good, makes my tummy feel all hot,” you pause to gasp, “rubbing it d-directly like t-this is so intense.” you finish, panting in short breaths, finding a good rhythm, one that makes your toes curl,

“oh fuck, i bet it is, looks like it feels so good,” he shakes his head in disbelief, huffing out a half laugh-half moan when he picks up the ministrations on his cock,

reaching his hand back down to your pussy and teasing the tip of his finger in your hole, twisting his palm so it’s facing the ceiling, moaning at the feeling of how warm and wet you feel when he slips it deeper, before pulling out completely

“can you imagine how this feels around my cock?” he asked, watching you scrunch your cute little eyebrows together in pleasure,

“stop for a second.” he says, letting go of his grip on his cock and letting it bob in the air, you look up him confused, barely having time to register the change in position, he picks you up so you’re sitting on the edge of the bed on his lap, facing the mirrored closet, feet perched on the bed by your ass, giving you both a great veiw of your pussy all spread out, his broad chest flexing against your back, feet firmly on the ground,

“gimmie ur hand sweetie,” he speaks, letting him take your hand in his, he places his palm on the back of your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours before guiding your hand between your legs,

unlocking your finger after he presses you palm over your dripping cunt, his chest vibrates against your back when he speaks, “put two fingers inside yourself,” he requests, “slowly, really feel how soft and wet you feel.” he instructs, hand opting to hold your thigh open for now while he watches your every moment through the mirror,

you dip the tips of your fingers inside your hole, rubbing the wetness on the length of your digits before slowly pressing deeper into yourself, just like satoru asked, your head falling back against his shoulder in a moan when your cunt swallows up your fingers to the hilt, palm pressed firmly against your clit,

“good girl” he draws out, groaning as he thrusts his hips shallowly against you, cock pressed snugly between your lower back and his abs, relishing in the friction,

“feel how good that feels?” he asks, hand he had resting on your thigh coming down to your cunt, teasing the space under where your fingers are currently stuffed in your hole, you whimper out an ‘uh-huh’ while nodding, “that’s what my cock feels every time i’m inside of you.”

his thick fingers slowly joining yours inside your cunt, pushing them in with a little resistance as you gasp, eyes shooting open and head tipping forward to watch his ministrations in the mirror, “fuck! s-satoru!” you moan at the stretch

your cunt and his dick alike throb at the veiw of his fingers along with your own stuffed inside you, “this pussy is so fucking good to me you know that? he whispers into your ear, keeping eye contact with you in the mirror,

starting to pump all four of your fingers together in and out of your gushing pussy, forcing your fingers to curl with his each time he fucks them into you, putting the most mind numbing pressure on your gspot

“always squeezes my cock so good, just like she’s doin to our fingers now.” his mouth is still pressed to your ear, hot breath sending goosebumps all over your body,

“touch your clit, pay attention to how tight she gets when you do that,” he instructs

shaky hand coming down to rub your puffy nub, letting out a long moan of his name at the sensation of your clit getting stimulated along with your gspot being pounded into, thanks to him picking up the pace,

basically holding hands with him inside of you as your fingers tangle and curl together, cum sliding down between your ass as you work together to bring you to your rapidly approaching orgasm,

“fuck you felt that right?” he moans breathlessly into the shell of your ear, “felt how much tighter she got?” humming sounds of approval into the side of your face as the coil in your tummy screws impossibly tighter,

“and when you cum it makes my cock feel even better, try to focus on that, really wan’ you to understand how good you make me feel.” he enlightens you, staring between your pretty face twisting in pleasure and your messy cunt crying out for him as your thrown into your orgasm,

hunching over when the first wave hits you, remembering satoru’s words and trying to focus on how your pussy clenches and spasms around your fingers, and how it feels

his hips fucking up into your back, feeling sympathetic pleasure himself watching your intense orgasm wrack your body with tremors,

whimpers of his name and curses filling the air as your cum drips around both of your digits, letting you catch your breath for a second before pulling out his fingers, yours following shortly after, as he leaves sweet kisses on your sensitive neck.

“did such a good job, felt nice when you squeezed all tight on ur fingers when you came, right?” he asked, eyes already on yours when you came to, smiling and nodding at him through the mirror, affirming his words,

“good, now i wanna feel that same thing around my cock, and i want you to squirt for me while we’re at it,” he leaves one final kiss on your cheek, hearts practically in your eyes as he gets you in position for the long and messy night you’re about to experience.

[hopesangelsprite]

His Little Angel

Pairing: ClanLeader!Gojo x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being the big boss of an infamous Jujutsu sorcerer family can be pretty hard, but being the wife of said boss is even harder.

Warnings: Groping, Dacryphilia, Size Difference, Gojo's Powers, Virginity Loss, Slightly Mean Gojo, Pet Names (Angel, Little Love, etc.), Overstim, Cunnilingus, Semi- Public Sex (behind closed doors but people are still around-), Creampie

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

The first few months at the Gojo estate were arguably the hardest months of your life.

Everything from the elders to the wedding day, the stares and whispers that came with your new title of Madam Gojo; all of it seemed to be a part of some elaborate scheme designed to drive you insane. It didn't help that your husband was almost never around, busy with meetings and overseeing that the Gojo name remained sacred. His absence only gave way to more rumors, whispers of you being unable to fulfill your roles as a wife, that your marriage was one of convenience and that your affections lay with another man.

Only half of that was true. While your marriage had been arranged, born of the necessity to produce a strong, viable heir, your affections lay with no one other than your estranged husband. Though you didn't know him well, you respected the hell out of him for being able to take on the weight of the world and maintain composure under the constant watch of it. You only wished he'd allow you to take part of that weight away, to slow down enough to let you do your duties as at least a business partner if not his wife. "Madam, you're scowling again.", came a quiet voice from behind you, "You'll get wrinkles.". As your consciousness came back to you, you found that you were indeed scowling. The troubles were beginning to get to you.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as your features softened, eyes darting up to glance at your handmaid in the mirror. "My apologies, I seem to be more tired than usual.", you mused as you watched her fingers carefully detangle your hair. In all honesty, it was a surprise you hadn't keeled over from exhaustion yet. Ever since you'd said your vows, your hands had been very full and very busy. Though Satoru took care of mostly everything, there was still quite a lot to fulfill on your end as well. If you weren't overseeing food and flower selections, you were playing nice with the elder ladies at the estate. Being cordial was tiresome and quickly becoming stale.

At your words, the hands in your hair stilled and the eyes trained on you in the mirror narrowed. "You aren't falling ill are you, Madam?", came that same small voice, this time laced with suspicion. You quickly shook your head and sat up straighter in your chair. "No, no.", you answered as smoothly as you could, "I just need a bit more rest, that's all!". There was a moment of silence before she nodded and continued to brush your hair.

That was another thing about the residents of the Gojo estate, they all were obsessed with your health. You understood that you needed to be healthy to produce an heir, but being under constant watch and polite restriction was agitating. It drove you to respect your husband even more when you considered the standard of perfection that he held himself to. After a few more minutes of quiet conversation, your handmaid withdrew from your chamber with a bow leaving you in silence.

The longer you stared into your own reflection, the deeper you found yourself slipping into your mind. On the outside, you were the picture of perfection, pristine and pretty with all the makings of a great partner, but on the inside... on the inside you were falling apart at the seams. You thought you had what it took to be the wife of the strongest, you had been raised to possess all the independence, intelligence, and talent your parents could give you. Still, it all seemed to amount to nothing in comparison to the cunning politics at the Gojo estate where every word had a double meaning, and every smile hid something sinister behind it. Though you had only been married for a short time, you honestly were beginning to think you weren't cut out to be a wife to the man people revered and worshipped.

Behind you, the sound of your door sliding open once again drew you back to reality. Your eyes flickered upward expecting to see that your handmaid had returned only to find yourself staring into the cerulean eyes of your husband. He entered into the room with a grace unknown to normal humans, bowing his head as he crossed the threshold with arms tucked into his haori. The door slid shut behind him, his presence commanding all of infinity to draw to him as well as your full attention. You stood with quickness, bowing deeply while fighting to calm the racing of your heart. "Welcome home, Gojo-sama.", you spoke politely into the room that now seemed to be buzzing with electricity.

A deep, sultry chuckle filled the silence of the room, and you swore the candles in the room flickered for a moment afterward. "Rise.", he commanded, and your body followed suit, "There's no need for formalities here.". A sudden heat washed over you at the timber of his voice, stern yet cordial as if the only interactions you'd had with him since your wedding day weren't in passing. As you took in the sight of him, however, any sort of ill feelings you'd been harboring disintegrated into nothingness. Gojo Satoru was a vision of beauty itself. He was tall and broad, standing proudly as his snowy hair fluttered in a nonexistent breeze. His eyes were a sharp blue that pierced into the innermost parts of your being, carefully analyzing all that made you you with every flutter of his wispy lashes. At your silence, his pretty pink lips turned upward into a smirk, the rosy color a stark contrast from his milky white skin.

"I hear that you've been hiding things from me... that you've begun to overexert yourself with the duties of the estate.", he purred with a darkness that made your heart flutter, "My duties.". Your eyes widened at his words, your head shaking in denial as you mentally cursed your handmaid for running her mouth. "I am perfectly well, I assure you.", you replied earning a deep hum, "As for the duties... I was under the impression that I was doing the tasks of a wife, of a partner.".

Gojo traversed the room silently, his footfalls eerily quiet as he invaded your space with an odd gentleness. Now that he was closer, your senses were bombarded with the heavy mint vanilla scent that wafted of him in waves; it made you dizzy. "As a partner, yes.", he began while taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb before leaning in closer, "But as a wife, your only duties are to live comfortably, look pretty, and serve me well.". From the steeliness in his eyes to the gentle tightening of his grip, it was clear that this wasn't a suggestion and most definitely not up for discussion. A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes as if he could read your mind; you wouldn't be surprised if he was able to.

"Do you understand, angel?", he pressed while standing up straight and towering over you to which you nodded. With a shaky exhale, you poured your remaining courage into words and answered him, "Yes. I understand, Gojo-sama.". He hummed again, eyes darting over your figure unabashedly. The heat from earlier returned with fervor as you fidgeted under his gaze; the feeling of being exposed screaming at you to hide yourself from him, but his existence demanded that you stay put, that you submit to him. "There goes that damned title again.", he said with a click of his tongue more to himself than you, "Seems like I'll have to cleanse it from your palate.". Before you could fully process his words, his mouth was on yours.

The kiss started as a slow one, gradually increasing intensity as you let him lead you. The cool of his lips and the mint on his tongue made your spine tingle, a shiver slithering down it as his tongue invaded your mouth drawing a whimper from you. As the kiss deepened, you felt Gojo's hands begin undoing the ribbons of your kimono, the silky fabric sliding of your shoulders to further expose you to him.

More layers began to fall from you until you were bare, shaking under the cool touch of your husbands' hungry hands. For a moment, the air around you spiked with electricity and as the tension died down you realized that you're no longer in your bedroom. The scent and feel of an unfamiliar mattress greeted you as Gojo broke the kiss to begin marking a trail down the column of your neck. It took you a second, but the realization eventually settled in; he'd used his powers. The thought sent a wave of arousal pouring from you.

More slick began to trickle from you as his lips descended lower and lower until he was placing open mouthed kisses over your clothed mound. Your heart skipped a few beats as you watched him remove the soaked white fabric from you and your heart nearly gave out completely as he separated your clenched thighs with ease. A strangled moan escaped him as he took in the sight of your cunt, lips plush and coated. "I suggest you be a good little wife and let me have my way with you.", he hissed, and the sudden rush of air made you tremble, "I'd hate to have to pin you down.".

Gojo didn't hesitate to flatten his tongue against your slit, licking upward until his lips latched onto your clit. A breathy moan fluttered from your chest as he sucked hard, cyan colored eyes locked on you as he started devouring you like a man starved. The unfamiliar sensation of his tongue swirling between your folds made your hips buck, your hands gripping the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself. Between your legs, Gojo had descended into madness; the sweetness of your pretty pussy intoxicating him with every swallow he drank down. As he suckled at your pearl, breathy moans met his ears, and he felt you begin to shake and inch up the bed.

He released your folds with a wet pop and nipped at your bud, a warning for you to hold still before pulling you back onto his mouth with dark eyes. You tried to protest but the words were ripped from your throat before you could utter them. Another long lick was dealt to your cunt followed by the prodding of his long fingers at your entrance. As his tongue flicked rapidly across your clit, the tips of his finger pushed past your entrance and began to scissor you open. The pressure that'd been building in your belly grew unbearable, tears prickling at your lash line as a hum from Gojo sent vibrations straight to your core. You opened your mouth to warn him of your impending release just as his fingertips brushed against a spongey spot deep inside your velvety walls. You shuddered, vision going white as your cunt clamped down on his digits; the orgasm rushing over you, pulling loud pleas from your kiss bitten lips.

He let you ride out your high for a few moments before separating himself from your folds. He watched you struggle to regain control of your body with pride, hands busy with undressing himself and freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. By the time the spots had cleared from your eyesight, he's placed your ankles on his broad shoulders and aligned himself with your entrance. You gasped as you watched his fat, pink mushroom tip slip through your lips. "W-wait! Gojo-sama-", you called only to be silenced by a hard stare from him. "Satoru.", he corrected you with a slap of his tip against your puffy clit, "You'll refer to me as Satoru from now on.".

You nodded, eyes still fixed on the massive length preparing to split you open, possibly split you apart. "Satoru, t-there's no way that'll fit inside me.", you tried to reason with him, "I've never... It'll break me.". A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he started to grind against your mound, precum mixing with your slick and covering his member.

"Don't worry, angel. I'll make it fit.", he assured you as he rolled his hips forward to catch on your entrance. Inch by inch, Satoru began sinking into your cunt with shallow thrusts. The sting of being stretched well past your limits caused the tears that'd welled in your lash line to fall from your eyes in streaks. At the sight, Satoru cooed and licked them away between whispered apologies and sweet nothings. He promised you that the pain would go away soon, a lie he partially felt bad for telling you. Afterall, he wasn't even halfway in yet.

When he did finally bottom out, he was fighting against the urge to fuck you into the mattress. Instead, he busied himself with adjusting the both of you, with manhandling you into a deep mating press. In that position, all your senses are once again overwhelmed with him. You could feel the tickle of his snowy locks against your forehead, his scent further addling your already frazzled brain. Your mind only slipped further away when Satoru pulled out completely to slam his hips into yours.

He fucked into you with long, deep strokes, pace slow and torturous. Any pain from earlier was chased away with white hot pleasure, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you fought to keep yourself quiet. You could only imagine what the elders would think of you if they heard you getting ruined, what the maids would whisper about if they heard the sound of Satoru's hefty balls smacking against your ass.

He wasn't having it, though. Swiftly, Satoru took your face into one of his huge hands, squishing your lips into a soft oh. "Ah ah ah, don't you fucking think about it.", he growled as he picked up the pace, "Keep that pretty mouth open for me, little love. I don't give a damn about who hears.". The knot in the pit of your stomach tightened at his words and he didn't miss how you clamped down on his cock. He chuckled at the sensation and took a moment to suck your tongue into his mouth before trickling a large globule of saliva into your own. He pulled back, hips now pistoning into yours as his high drew closer.

Moans and broken pleas bubbled from your chest with every drag and bump of his tip against your cervix, barely registering when Satoru's hand snaked between your bodies to rub quick circles into your already buzzing clit. A desperate scream escaped you at the staticky pops of his cursed energy against the sensitive bundle of nerves. " 'Toru, please!", you sobbed as the knot grew dangerously close to snapping, "I c-can't take it anymore!".

He couldn't hear you, he was too far away, too pussydrunk to comprehend your words or the flicker of the candles around him. A feral growl tore from his chest as he pounded into you harder. You should've already been done for, his reverse technique holding you together as he ravaged you with the selfish intent of pumping you full of cum. He dealt you a few more long thrusts before your chest pressed into his, back arching off the bed. You came with a silent scream, body shaking underneath his as you blacked out for a second and drenched his cock in a fresh wave of slick. As your walls spasmed around his pulsating head, Satoru's balls tightened and emptied into your needy pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck!",he hissed through clenched teeth, "That's my pretty little wife, take my cum.".

It took several moments for either of you to begin coming down, Satoru's hips grinding into yours as he fucked his cum deeper into your still fluttering walls. You shivered as the overstimulation took hold of you. A sudden knock came from the outside of the room, a timid, flustered voice calling for Satoru to meet with the elders; down the hallway you heard the overlapping voices of angry men drawing nearer. You gasped as you felt his teeth scrape against your collarbones. "Don't worry about them, pretty girl.", he warned, and you felt his cock stiffen again.

"They're the least of your worries tonight.".

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[dimenirvana]

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 “𝐎𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥”. LOVE TO SEE ⵊT 🥹

[obsesssedblerd]

you and suguru, both curse users, going to private location so you can have a secret meeting with satoru. you two haven't seen him in a decade, so you're both unsure of what to expect. but then satoru arrives, and all logical thoughts exit your brain because holy shit, he looks so good. taller, broader, his voice deeper, his blue eyes covered with white bandages—something only he could make look so attractive. it's hard to focus 100%. your heart's pounding, your breathing is slightly uneven, and your stomach flips each time he says your name. at the end of the meeting, you notice that suguru's cheeks are slightly flushed. you both don't say anything, but you're certain that you're thinking the same thing: you have to have him.

the worst part? satoru knows, and he finds it amusing. ten years later, and you and suguru still can't hide how badly you want him. adorable.