#gojo x black fem reader

[cindol]

cotton candy princess and her peppermint knight

gojo satoru x black fem reader

tw + — semi rushed , two timeskips, smut, more plot than smut, onomatopoeia used, candyland fantasy au ,

cw + — reader has a nightmare before, reader has a wet dream , reader and gojo having a past fling is mentioned , candyland fantasy au , slightly ooc, satoru’s hair is white with red highlights, gojo has a slight personality switch in the later half, gojo calls reader princess teasingly, gojo is a full human,

syn — reader helps his dear princess when she wakes up from a very detailed dream,

a / n 🍭 : had one hand on the phone and the other on my hoohah .

back to candyland . ​divider creds : @ / anitalenia

17+ ( but I can’t control anybody’s fingers so beware . )

When nanami wasn’t there gojo was for your lonley nights in the kingdom. He knew your frequent nightmares and he thought this would be one of those nights. Sitting outside of your door on guard for you tonight.

On this particular sunday knight while just fooling around on patrol outside of your room he heard you finally make a concerning noise made him jump up and open your doors.

You were there in your bed sitting up, your eyes wide, pink jello bonnet off, your pink cotton candy fro showing and you breathing heavily in a frightened state.

gojo ran over to you immediately coming to your aid. “Princess?! Are you alright?” His blue eyes were as wide and his aquamarine pupils small. If this was a different scenario he’d joke on you but now was not this time as your personal knight.

Seeing him come to your comfort made your heart beat relax. You coughed, clearing your throat. “I-I…- I think I’m fine, just a nightmare.”

gojo made a small chuckle, not at your feelings but just how he could relate.“know that all too, some monster came in your dreams or something?” He half joked now sitting on the edge of your bed.

His small quip got a smile on your face, joking in a serious situation was inappropriate but gojo knew just the perfect timing.

“Worse but I wouldn’t want them to bore that bjg head of yours.” your jest was more of you wanting to really not worry gojo, you knew how he wouldn’t keep quiet and tell the closest person to you that worries enough.

He whirred, scratching his white hair and the red highlights in them. He badly wanted to press the issue further but he knew just how you were and left it alone.

Still, he pouted at your little quip but played.“aw.. just when I wanted to fill this big head of mine with some juicy information.”

You made some small tittering at that.“wellll.. could use my good buddy as my personal body pillow, don’t think you mind do you? Not that you’ve ever mind the other nights…” the last part you murmured but that was loud and clear to gojo making him now grin like a Cheshire Cat.

“Oh? So now I’ve resorted from now the friend you fuck to your personal plushie.”

See, unbeknownst to nanami or anybody else you and gojo’s had such a good princess and knight relationship because you two had such a history of having a fling and such. You wouldn’t dare to announce this fling to the public because only god knows how terrifying the public spectacle would be. Nanami should know of this but you just wouldn’t.

“Just get that shiny peppermint armor off and join me in bed you ass.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.

You woke up again. This time from a very detailed dream about your friend gojo right next to you. You couldn’t help but just sit looking at his gorgeous face, it was rare to see him in just his white t-shirt instead of his white and red scented armor. His hair was messy with one strand of his red highlighted hair sticking up and light snoring.

On one hand you wanted to just let your knight sleep for once but on the other hand, your pussy just had to want attention after that vivid dream.

And you would unfortunately listen to the thing between your legs.

You thought gojo would be pissed that he had to be waken up just from you being needy but gojo wasn’t a normal man, he could be just as lustful as you and for you.

It didn’t take any convincing to get gojo to coax the aching warm feeling between your legs. Matter a fact he actually took action to put your leg on his shoulders to feast better.

When you looked down at him he had a toothy grin on his handsome face then did a tsking sound looking at your cunt.“tsk.. if it was this big a problem you should’ve woke me up a little while ago.” His tone was so cocking just tapping at your brown thighs that were on his shoulders.

a slight blush was on your cheeks at his almost teasing tone.“I’m not so hungry for it as you satoru, I can pace myself.”

“And yet you woke me up with your pretty face in my view.” You didn’t have any good bite back to that and just turned your face waiting for him.

He took you by surprise when his licking your cunt went from soft and slow to fast and him sucking your clit and holding onto your thighs more with his hands.

You gasped at how he was eating and licking at your box like he was starving for it as if he didn’t eat for days.

You couldn’t make out any words but sounds of moans and babbling while you looked for a loc of his hair to grab onto and pull for some comfort against him eating you out with such hunger.

“Mmph satoru! Please!” you didn’t know what you were begging for, just something to make him slow down but that just made him giggle and stop making you whine.

No amount of your whines and unintelligible babbles stopped him though. He was a knight, when you told him what you needed he was getting the job done.

While still munching and licking at you like a dinner plate his blue eyes met yours for one moment.

splat !

There was silence from gojo while he swallowed what cum you splattered on his tongue, an embarrassed look on your face then his boisterous laugh.

[sherewrytes]

Dream Team Gojo/Geto x black reader

Gojo and Geto enjoy their fav band groupie after getting home from a long tour.

Title: Dream Team Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru x Black!Fem!Reader Rating: 18+ (Explicit)

Rockband au, smut, breeding.. thats the warning

didnt proof read, just wrote and thats it

she and her was used interchangeably with you and yours. I messed it up

The smell of thyme and roasted garlic filled the apartment as Y/N adjusted the apron around your waist. She leaned down to check the oven, the bubbling juices of the steak confirming your timing was perfect. The rest of the meal—creamy mashed potatoes, sautéed green beans, and freshly baked rolls—was already set on the dining table, next to a bottle of wine she’d been saving.

You stole a glance at your phone resting on the counter. No new messages. With a sigh, she leaned back against the counter, wiping your hands on the towel at your side. They’d been gone for weeks. Sure, video calls and late-night texts helped, but nothing could replace their presence. Their chaos.

A buzz from your phone broke your thoughts. Gojo: We’re coming up! Hope you’re ready to see your favorite people.Geto: Ignore him. But yes, we’re almost there.

Your lips curled into a smile, anticipation lighting your chest. It didn’t take long before the sound of keys jingling outside the door made yourheart race. A second later, the door swung open, and there he was.

“Honey, we’re hoooome!” Gojo’s voice rang through the apartment as he strode in, his sunglasses perched haphazardly atop his messy white hair. He spread his arms wide like a conquering hero, grinning from ear to ear.

Behind him, Geto walked in with a quiet confidence, his dark hair tied back except for a few strands framing his face. His smile was smaller but no less genuine, his dark eyes soft as they met yours.

“You didn’t burn the place down while we were gone?” Gojo teased, setting his bags down in the corner.

“Missed you too, Satoru,” Y/N shot back, rolling your eyes, though the warmth in your tone betrayed you. Before she could say anything else, he swept you into a bear hug, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“You’re sweaty! Put me down!” she laughed, swatting at his shoulder.

“Not until you say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you missed me,” he teased, his grin widening.

“Fine, I missed you!”

Satisfied, he set you down, planting an exaggerated kiss on your forehead. “Knew it.”

As soon as she was free of Gojo’s grip, Geto stepped forward, pulling you into a gentler hug. His arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting briefly on your shoulder. “We missed you too,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Your heart squeezed at the quiet sincerity in his tone. “I’m just glad you’re back.”

Dinner was everything Y/N had hoped for: laughter, banter, and a slow unraveling of the tension that had built during their time apart.

Gojo, true to form, couldn’t resist stirring up trouble. “Are you seriously stealing from my plate?” Y/N glared at him as he shamelessly speared a piece of steak from your dish.

“Quality testing,” he replied, popping the bite into his mouth with a wink. “What if it’s poisoned?”

Geto smirked, casually reaching over to take a roll from her plate. “He’s got a point. Can’t be too careful.”

Y/N threw up her hands. “Unbelievable. I make you this nice meal, and this is how you repay me?”

“It’s our way of showing love,” Gojo said, his grin far too charming for his own good.

“You call this love?”

Geto leaned back, his voice calm and teasing. “It’s the only kind we know.”

Their laughter filled the apartment, their voices overlapping as they traded stories from the tour. As the night wore on, the playful teasing became heavier, their compliments more lingering

By the time Y/N was rinsing plates at the sink, she could feel their eyes on her. It started as a light, almost imperceptible pressure—a gaze she was all too familiar with.

“Leave that,” Gojo’s voice purred from behind her.

Warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. She felt his lips graze the shell of her ear. “We’ve got better things to do.”

Her smirk was audible in her response. “Better things like helping me clean up?”

He chuckled, spinning her around to face him. “Better things like making up for lost time.”

Geto appeared at her side, his presence grounding. He reached out, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve done enough for us tonight,” he murmured, his gaze heavy and intent.

The air between them grew thick, charged with an energy that made Y/N’s pulse race. Gojo tilted her chin up, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to her lips. “Missed this too,” he whispered against her mouth.

Gojo's fingers trailed along the delicate column of your throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. The masculine scent of his cologne mixed with the savory aroma of the Creole food cooking on the stove, creating an intoxicating blend that made your head spin.

"Gojo," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. Your body pressed back against his, relishing the feeling of his firm chest and strong arms encircling you.

Suguru's hands roamed your body, his touch both gentle and demanding as he explored every curve and dip. He dipped his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

"We want you, yn," Suguru growled in your ear, his voice low and rough with desire. "We need to feel you, taste you, make you ours all over again."

Gojo's grip on your throat tightened slightly, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. You could feel the heat of his body radiating through your clothes, his hardness pressing insistently against your ass.

"You're playing with fire, love," Gojo murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Teasing us like this, cooking up all this delicious food… it's driving us wild."

You let out a shaky moan, your hips rolling back to grind against Gojo's straining erection. "Then take me," you challenged, your voice thick with need. "Make me yours, show me how much you want me."

Gojo's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Suguru's fingers disappear beneath the waistband of your shorts. The sight of his lover's hand rubbing your most intimate parts sent a jolt of arousal straight to Gojo's cock, making it throb and twitch with need.

"Her mouth," Gojo growled, his voice rough with desire. "I need that slick mouth wrapped around my cock. Want to fuck that pretty face until my cum is dripping down your chin."

you whimpered, your pussy clenching around Suguru's invading fingers. "Yes, fuck," you breathed, your eyes glazed with pleasure. "Use my mouth, make me choke on your big, hard cock."

Suguru chuckled darkly, his fingers pumping in and out of your wet heat. "You heard her, Gojo. She wants to be used, wants to be our little fucktoy. Think you can handle that?"

Gojo smirked, already working at the fastenings of his jeans. "Oh, I can handle anything she throws at me," he boasted, freeing his throbbing erection from its confines. "Gonna make her scream on my cock, make her beg for more."

He gripped the base of his shaft, giving it a few rough strokes as he stepped closer to you. "Get on your knees, baby," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Time to put that mouth to work."

You complied eagerly, sinking to your knees before him. You looked up at him through your lashes, yourr eyes filled with love and submission.

"Use me," you whispered, parting your lips in silent invitation.

Gojo's cock throbbed in your mouth, the velvety softness of your tongue driving him wild with lust. He gripped your hair, holding your in place as he rocked his hips forward, fucking your face with short, shallow thrusts.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. "Your mouth feels so good, baby. So fucking hot and wet and tight."

Meanwhile, Suguru was sprawled out on the kitchen floor, his face buried between your thighs. He lapped at your dripping cunt like a man starved, his tongue delving deep to taste your essence.

"Delicious," he murmured, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers of pleasure racing through your body. "Love the way you taste; love the way you squirm and moan for me."

your muffled cries around Gojo's cock grew louder, your knees beginning to tremble as Suguru worked your closer and closer to the edge. Your hands fisted in Gojo's thighs, nails digging into his flesh as she fought to maintain your balance.

Gojo could feel your struggles, could sense the impending explosion of pleasure building within your. He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, his cock slick with your saliva.

"Gonna make you cum so hard, baby," he promised, his voice rough with lust. "Gonna fill up that pretty little pussy, mark you as ours inside and out."

Suguru pulled away from your cunt with a last, long lick, his chin glistening with your juices. "Then what are we waiting for?" he asked, his eyes dark and predatory. "Take her."

Gojo's eyes gleamed with primal hunger as Suguru's words hung in the air. Without hesitation, he seized your hips and spun your around, bending your over a nearby countertop. His muscular thighs nudged your legs apart, exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze.

"You ready for this, love?" Gojo growled, notching the broad head of his cock against your entrance. "Ready to take everything I have to give you?"

You whimpered, your back arching as you pushed your hips back, desperate for more contact. "Please, Gojo," she gasped, your voice ragged with need. "Fill me up, make me yours."

Gojo obliged, slamming forward to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. your cried out, your nails scrabbling at the countertop as he stretched and filled you completely.

"That's it, take it," Gojo grunted, setting a punishing pace. "Take my cock like the good little slut you are."

Suguru moved to position himself next to Gojo, his hand snaking across to rub on your clit. He began rubbing it in time with Gojo's thrusts, adding extra stimulation to the already intense sensations.

"Harder," your demanded, your voice breathy and insistent. "Fuck me harder, Gojo. I can take it, I need it."

Gojo complied, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the kitchen, mingling with your wanton moans and Gojo's guttural grunts.

Suguru's hand never faltered in its rhythmic flicking and rubbing of your clit. "Fuck, Gojo," he breathed, his lips brushing the shell of Gojo's ear. "Look at her, taking your cock. She's perfect, a goddamn dream."

Gojo groaned in agreement, sweat beading on his brow as he pounded into your willing body. "yn," he gasped, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his peak. "Shit, baby, you're so fucking tight. Gonna fill you up, make you mine."

Suguru reached around to palm Gojo's balls, rolling them in his palm as he felt the heavy sack draw up in preparation for release. "Do it," he urged, his voice low and filthy. "Paint her insides, mark her as our woman."

With a final, brutal thrust, Gojo buried himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing and twitching as he emptied his load into your spasming cunt. "Fuck, yes," he snarled, grinding his hips against your ass as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Suguru stroked gojo''s cock, milking every last drop from Gojo's spent cock before gently easing him out of your clenching heat. "Beautiful," he murmured, watching as Gojo's cum leaked from your well-used hole.

Gojo slumped forward, his forearms braced on the countertop as he caught his breath. "Damn," he rasped, turning his head to shoot Suguru a lazy, satisfied smirk. " It's your turn, fuck her good, breed her."

Suguru's eyes glinted with a feral hunger as he stepped up behind you, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "You heard the man, baby," he growled, his voice low and rough with lust. "Time for me to fill you up, make you carry my child."

Gojo smirked, reaching out to tangle his fingers in your hair, forcing you to look at him. "You're gonna look so fucking sexy, you," he purred, his thumb brushing across your swollen lower lip. "All round and glowing with my baby. Can't wait to see you like that, love."

You whimpered, your eyes glazing over with love and desire. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, please. I want it, want both of you inside me, claiming me, filling me."

Suguru pressed forward, notching the head of his cock against your slick entrance. "You'll get exactly what you want, baby girl," he promised, his hips rocking forward to sink into your welcoming heat. "Gonna fuck you so deep, so hard, you'll be feeling it for days."

Gojo held you steady as Suguru began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, before gradually picking up speed. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by your breathy moans and the men's guttural grunts of pleasure.

Suguru's thrusts grew harder, faster, rougher, his breath coming in harsh pants as he chased his release. "Ngh, fuck, baby," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Shit, you feel so good, so fucking tight. Love being inside you, love filling you up."

His fingers dug into the meat of your hips, bruising your skin as he yanked you back onto his cock over and over again. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling echoed through the l

Gojo watched them with hooded eyes, his hand still fisted in your hair as he forced you to look at him. "Such a good little breeder," he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. "Can't wait to see this belly swell with our child, watch your tits get even bigger with milk."

You keened, your head thrown back in ecstasy as Suguru pounded into you. The image Gojo painted with his words, the filthy promises spilling from both their lips, combined to push you closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," you whimpered, your walls fluttering around Suguru's pistoning cock. "Please, Su, fill me up, give me your baby. Want it, want it so bad."

Suguru snarled, his hips stuttering as he neared his peak. "Gonna give it to you," he vowed, his rhythm growing erratic. "Gonna flood this pussy, make sure it takes. Knock you up nice and proper, just like you deserve."

Suguru's thrusts grew more frenzied, his hips snapping against you as he chased his rapidly approaching climax. "Ngh, fuck, baby," he panted, sweat beading on his brow. "Love the way you squeeze my cock, love the way you take it."

Gojo held you steady, his fingers gripping your hair as he watched the scene with rapt attention. "Don't run from it, baby girl," he purred, his thumb brushing across her swollen lower lip. "Embrace it, let us fill you up, make you ours in every possible way."

You whimpered, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the fear of the unknown. "I-I don't know if I'm ready," you gasped, your walls fluttering around Suguru's pistoning cock. "It's just so much, so intense, I..."

Suguru pulled out abruptly, leaving you bereft and aching. "On your back, baby girl," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Wanna see those pretty eyes when I fill you up, wanna watch the moment our baby is created."

With shaking limbs, you obeyed, flipping over onto your back and spreading your legs wide. Gojo moved to prop you up, his strong arms cradling you as he held you open for Suguru's viewing pleasure.

"Look at you," Suguru marvelled, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of your glistening folds, flushed and swollen with arousal. "So fucking beautiful, so perfect. Gonna make you a mommy, yn. Gonna give you everything you've ever wanted."

Suguru positioned himself between your spread legs, his thick cock bobbing heavily as he gripped the base. "That's right, baby girl," he growled, rubbing the swollen head through your slick folds. "Gonna give you everything, fill you up until it takes."

He notched the blunt tip at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that had you writhing beneath him. Gojo held you steady, his hands roaming your body possessively as he watched Suguru's cock sink deeper and deeper into your welcoming heat.

"Fuck!" Suguru grunted, his hips snapping forward to bury himself fully in one smooth stroke. "Shit, you feel incredible, so fucking tight. Love being inside you, love the way you clench around me."

You keened, back arching off the counter as Suguru set a relentless pace. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with the savoury aroma of food long gone.

Gojo leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as Suguru drove into you again and again. "Our good girl," he praised, his voice low and rough. "Taking it so well, letting us use this pretty little pussy. Gonna fill you up."

Suguru's thrusts grew harder, more erratic as he neared his peak. "Ngh, fuck, gonna cum," he panted, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs. "Gonna fill this cunt, make sure it takes."

Suguru's grip on your thighs tightened some more, his eyes blazing with determination as you tried to pull away. "No, baby girl, don't fight it," he growled, leaning over you, his chest pressing against your breasts as he pinned you in place. "Gonna give you what you need, what we both want. Trust me, let me fill you up like a good little breeder."

Gojo held your wrists, keeping you from scratching or pushing Suguru away as he continued his relentless pace. "That's it, yn," he cooed, his voice a sinful purr. "Take it, take everything he has to give you. Let us mark you, claim you, make you ours forever."

You whimpered, torn between the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins and the fear of the unknown. Your body betrayed you, hips rolling to meet Suguru's thrusts despite your attempts to resist.

"Please, Daddy," you gasped, her eyes glazed with lust and unshed tears. "It's too much, I don't know if I'm ready, if - ah!"

Suguru cut off your protests with a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers as he plundered your mouth with his tongue. His hips never slowed, never faltered, driving into your welcoming heat with brutal precision.

Gojo leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Shh, baby girl," he soothed, even as his hands roamed your body possessively. "Let go, give yourself to us. Let us take care of you, fill you up with our seed."

Suguru paused, and said"Shh, baby girl, I've got you," he murmured, his voice low and soothing even as his cock throbbed within you. "Gonna make you feel so good, gonna fill you up so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days."

Gojo pressed closer, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples. "That's it, baby, let it happen," he coaxed, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't fight it, just let go, let us take you there. We'll make it so good for you, love, promise."

You whimpered "P-please," you gasped, your hips twitching restlessly beneath Suguru's bulk. "I can't... it's too much, I... I..."

Suguru leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "I know, baby girl, I know," he whispered against your mouth. "But you can take it, you're so fucking strong. Let go, cum on my cock like a good girl. We'll catch you, I promise."

Gojo pinched and tugged at your nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "Cum for us," he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Now, love. Show us your pretty cum face.”

Suguru's hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into your spasming cunt. "That's it, baby girl, cum for us," he growled, his voice low and filthy. "Milk my cock, squeeze me tight. Gonna flood this pussy, fill you up so good."

You wailed, back arching as the orgasm tore through you. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in sensation. Your walls clenched and fluttered around Suguru's pistoning length, the friction sending him hurtling towards his release.

Suguru pistoned his hips, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his peak. "Gonna cum," he snarled, "Gonna fill this cunt, make sure it takes. Knock you up nice and proper, just like you deserve."

With a final, brutal thrust, Suguru buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and twitching as he emptied his load deep inside your welcoming heat. His seed spurted out in powerful jets, painting your walls white as he claimed her, marked you as his.

Gojo held you steady, his strong arms cradling you as you shuddered and moaned through the aftershocks of you cumming.

Suguru collapsed on top of you, his hips still nestled deep within your cum-filled cunt. "Fuck" he panted, his forehead pressed against yours as he struggled to catch his breath. "So fucking good, baby girl. Love being inside you, love filling you up."

Gojo ran his hands over your body, soothing and caressing as you trembled beneath their touch. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and reverent. "So perfect, so beautiful. Our good girl, taking everything we give you."

You whimpered, her walls fluttering weakly around Suguru's softening cock. The sensation of being so full, of feeling his seed sloshing inside her, was overwhelming in the best possible way. "It's so much," she gasped, her voice thick with satisfaction and exhaustion. "So deep, so hot..."

Suguru chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "That's because I pumped you full, baby girl," he purred, nipping at her bottom lip. "Gave you every last drop, made sure it took. You're going to bloom so beautifully, yn, watching your belly swell with our child..."

Gojo captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moan as Suguru shifted slightly, his cock stirring the cum inside her. "Mmm, and when you do," he promised against her mouth, "we'll take care of you, worship this body, keep you full of our seed."

Suguru pulled out slowly, a low groan escaping him as he watched his cum leak out of your abused hole. "Fuck, look at that," he growled,

"So fucking hot, the way you take my load, baby girl. Marked you deep inside, filled you up so good."

He reached down, scooping some of the excess seed from her thighs before bringing his fingers to her lips. "Clean up the mess you made," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Show me how much you love tasting our cum."

Your parted her lips obediently, her tongue darting out to lick Suguru's fingers clean. The taste of their mixed fluids - musky and slightly salty - coated her tongue, sending another shiver of desire through her overstimulated body.

[ndisalover]

NEVER OVER S.GOJO

synopsis: you think back to your and gojo’s relationship, where you’d been together for a while, but your mental issues were causing a toxic pattern, and most of that was your own doing. you look back at the end.

warnings/detail: angst, depression, mentions and abusive behaviour from mc, no fluff😅

it was painful sure.

That’s whatever you thought to yourself as you lingered on your romantic past.

Actually it was nothing, if not just pain.

That you caused. And it sprouted deeply in your rotten heart, you were doomed from the start. Spite and insecurity pumped it’s way around your tired body, looking at the world was like looking at emptiness.

There was just so much disconnect.

Your parents pretty much destroyed you, as a kid, beaten for every wrongdoing, words of disgust berated to you nearly daily as if your life wasn’t a reminder enough that you were useless. What the fuck were you actually thinking??

Dating these men who you knew you might hurt, having faith that you’d actually be ‘good’.

Not like your parents right??

Silence for days. Random hatred. Occasionally nice, then discomfort.

Multiple guys, you did this to all of them. Even when they’d be crying, begging you to listen.

It wasn’t enough for you, their efforts and time was wasted.

Especially him..

White hands, soft and familiar, hesitantly grasped onto one of your hands, brown and etched with some with scars.

There was nothing to describe his beauty, no words truly enough.

Blue eyes simply moved, their own will, striking and intimidating. His snow kissed lashed fluttered, worried.

White, perfect white, hair, was styled cutely and messily in a way that flattered him. He was always just beautiful.

You glanced at his glossy red lip, curled under his unreal white teeth, pressed down.

He didn’t deserve this.

“Hey sweetheart, what-what’s wrong “

Sweetheart. Your punishment was just.

His voice, usually confident and clear, turned fragile and careful. Satoru was meant for more than this, he was meant for exchangeable love, which was stifled by you.

“I don’t think this is good for you anymore”, you said bluntly and rushed.

You remember your eyes feeling heavy, you were only glancing at him before, but now you couldn’t even look into his loving eyes.

Head hung in shame, you slowly took your dirty hand off of his, your body, you were rotten.

It almost felt disrespectful to touch someone so unlike you, a person who who just radiated life.

A disease, it felt like that's all you were.

He had to go and get away from you, unless he wanted his life to slip away from him, on worrying about you.

His hand froze, looking whiter, if that was even possible.

Your eyes were dry, painful, and your mouth watered.

You felt ill. It’s necessary though.

“Uhh what..uhm”

It wasn’t easy. You loved Satoru, so so much.

Hands, stroking your lower back in bed, tingly. Sharing your problems while watching the night sky. Laughing with you while cuddling on grassy hills.

He made you feel like you were the only woman he ever knew.

Listening to him quietly open up about his past, painful, it was ever so painful. Even as he spoke about it, he was so gentle, he managed to keep composed.

In a way he provoked jealousy into you.

Why couldn’t you be like him??

He had gone through so much, yet he still managed to find happiness in so much, and smile in pain.

It was really pathetic though, you couldn’t even keep your spite away from the man you loved.

“You’re joking right?”

“No”

Your head kept low, squeezing your eyes shut as you let him go.

“It doesn’t make sense. I-I don’t get it?”

His voice was wavering.

You looked up at him, he was dressed comfortably, used to being around you. Finger twisting his ring, he was stressed out.

It hurt so bad.

“This is not good for you Satoru. I love you but you aren’t meant for a life like this, this relationship is not good.”

Your depression had gotten a lot worse. It felt like you weren’t really there most days. Your past haunted you, more often then usual.

The last time you went out with Gojo and his friends, you were reminded of a version of him only you see. He looked happy, laughing and telling mad stories about himself.

It felt like you didn’t compare to him.

You didn’t really know his friends well either, so you sort of faded, though Satoru still sat by your side, as you knew he always would.

A sense of belonging lacked in your life.

Just small elements of your life twisted and mixed together, those bad moments of pure insecurity just add up.

Then you went silent. He’d try to come over, or he’d text you.

Knocking at your front door, you could hear his quivering voice, begging you to answer.

But you shot excuses at him, using the door to distance yourself from his love, instead basking in pathetic misery.

Then after a couple of days, you grew hatred.

When you thought about your times with him, the bunny teddy bears on your bed, some of his clothes you’d find.

It was hate for it all, hate for his love, hate for how forgiving he was, it just didn’t make sense.

Then, you’d let him back.

Whether it was a phone call or a text, he always came, hugging you as soon as the door opened.

The man would be upset for a little while, you could see his appearance was not good, he probably lost sleep.

But it would always end up with him, back in your arms, humming in affection.

It would happen, this abusive cycle, over and over again.

This time it’d been a long while, nearly a month of no contact, well no physical contact anyway, he tried so many times.

But you invited him over tonight, and when you opened the door, it wasn’t good. His under eyes were tainted with purple dark circles, the eyes of his eyes were bloodshot. The skin of his lips were chapped, mouth pulled into a slight frown at the sight of you.

He looked gorgeous and dishevelled, you’d ruined him.

So as you talked to him tonight, apologising for the blackout which he of course eventually accepted, you could see the pain that had lingered still.

You sat him on your sofa, guilt causing your stomach to hurt.

It was time to let him go tonight.

“What the fuck are you even saying? Is it someone else or what?”

Anger with pain was what you saw in his contorting face, his chest wearing a loose black t shirt started to rise up and down aggressively.

His white eyebrows were pressed together, eyes pleading for answers as he met yours.

“No, it’s- I just…I need you to live your life”

“What?? I’ve been living my life?”

“You haven’t though have you? It’s always this same routine of me hurting you, and you just come back anyway. I’m sorry Satoru, I’ve been cruel and evil and you deserve more”

His pale skin creased around his eyes, glossy with tears he seemed to struggle to hold back.

Long fingers twisted his rings on his fingers, he was evidently stressed.

You wanted to hold his hands, or hug him as he stared at you, as if you’d stabbed him in the back.

But you couldn’t, you had to watch him crumble and hurt.

You were hurting him again, just like you did oftenly, except this time it would be the end of it.

“It’s okay! Trust me Y/n, I can take it, I’ll do better to help you, please, I just..”

Satoru became sloppy, stumbling over his words as he tried to cling on, eyes darting around the room but then onto you. You noticed his slight movement towards you on the couch, like he was attached to you, but you moved away from him, trying to emphasise the breakup.

“Gojo please. You aren’t my saviour, you’re meant to be my boyfriend. I thank you for your help, you have tried so hard and I really do love you”

You were really struggling to not cry. It didn't seem fair on him for you to be upset, as you were the one causing his suffering.

“So why are you doing this to me if you love me? Why hurt me like this.”

He stood up, rubbing the back of his head frustratedly. The tone of his voice was weak now, like he was struggling for breath.

“It’s the best for you. I know I will hold you back in life Satoru.”

Gojo turned himself around swiftly, facing you as you stood.

The corner of his mouth was pushing down, under eyes pushed up in rage.

“It’s the best for me, yeah? Being pushed away from the person I love, because she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore is the best?”

Your eyes cast down at the floor, accepting his act of anger towards you. The look on his face was foreign to you, almost you were someone he hated.

“I know that…that it’s hard and that I’m being mean. I wouldn’t be upset if you hated me, Satoru Gojo. I just need you to know that you’re beautiful and you’re kind, and you know me so well. But you’re too kind to see my damage.”

A pained scoff left his lips as he picked up his coat, walking away from your babbling self.

You followed him, only to be met by another swift turn, finger pointing at you, while he sniffled softly.

“You’ve always been soo, just so poetic, yeah? You’re telling me all this nonsense so that you can move on and bid me bye. And even-even though you’ve struggled, it’s fine. It’s fine. I don’t know why you don’t get that. That’s what love is okay!”

He immediately started to walk towards the front door after his spout of emotions. Your steps were slower in following him, your heart was being stepped on, and you knew it was deserved.

“Satoru-”

“Don’t even try to Satoru me, Y/n. I’m not yours to play with.”

His voice was laced with sudden spite. The fact that he felt so strongly by you only saying his first name showed his feverous love, showing how much you meant to him.

Each foot slid into his shoes, sniffing through his red tipped nose , sounding blocked.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled now in fear of harming him more “I’ll stop.”

A tense hand gripped the door knob in anticipation. He was still standing there, like you were meant to give him permission to go.

Bloodshot blue eyes met yours for a final time, once he turned around.

His cologne, his dear voice, his words of love. And so much more.

All about to leave.

He stared at your face, studying your features like he was trying to remember them, as if he’d forget.

“I don’t even hate you. I want to say I do but I don’t. I hate the way you’ve hurt me though, so much. Maybe your right when you said you’re evil.”

The last sentence caused a shot of pain to flow through your spine, his expression was nasty now, he spat out his last words.

Quickly opening the door and pushing himself out, slamming it immediately.

You stood there, tears dotted around your wooden floor, staring at the closed door.

Your nose blocked, eyes sore with tears, lip quivering.

His cologne lingered, and you sniffed, missing him already even though you tried to hard not to.

He’d been such a big part of your life for the past few years, you had an attachment to him.

He took a part of you when he left, and all that was your doing.

notes : I love satoru gojo. that’s all

[zairene]

SYNOPSIS: Y/N L/N IS A FAMOUS model widely recognized for being in magazines such as vogue and elle. when her career seems to be blossoming into something she’s never imagined, japan’s most famous model, gojo satoru, moves to america and all hell breaks loose.

PAIRING: model! gojo satoru x model! black fem reader

WARNINGS: lowercase intended + heavy cursing, like a lot, aave usage, n word usage, slow burn-ish, strangers to work rivals to lovers, fluff and angst. (most likely will be SFW all the way through, but if it has suggestive content, it’ll be mentioned in the chapter warnings!)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

🏷️ JUJUTSU KAISEN TAGLIST :: @mypimpademia @megurulvr @chinieh @jogeto @laylasbunbunny @jamies-cumslut @sapphicshav @edgyficuselastica @goldenglow149 @s-surreality @fiannee

✘ TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE: SO WHAT’S THE SITCH?

CHAPTER ONE: N/A

CHAPTER TWO: N/A

CHAPTER THREE: N/A

author’s note: i have such a huge headache like no joke. anyways lolll! make sure to sign the taglist form if you wanna be notified of new chapters <3

[pluto-00]

Rainy Day

gojo x black fem reader!

warnings: fluff, slight angst if you squint, gojo and reader are in their mid 20’s, gojo is a sorcerer, reader is also a sorcerer, over-worked gojo, gojo being a little clingy, black fem reader, very short.

a/n: gojo brainrot. I just miss him a lot ngl.

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The rain ran against the roof and windowsill as you slept. While the rain outside was harsh, making the inside of the apartment was cozy. Soon condensation would start to build up on the windows but for now, rain droplets remained in their place. It was getting colder outside; so you kept the temperature around 77°F (25°C), making the house relatively warm inside.

Prompting you to turn over in your sleep, feeling the hard contrast between the warmth of your body and the cold side where Gojo usually slept. You opened your eyes for a moment, but only a moment as you closed them again.

‘Right, Satoru had a mission last minute.’ You reminded yourself as you flipped back to your original spot. Your eyes fluttered back open again,“He should’ve been back by now..” You mumbled tiredly, while mindlessly reaching out for your phone and sliding up to see the time.

‘7:04 am’ A sigh left your two-toned lips as you read the time, before putting the phone back on the stand and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The heavy rain made itself very apparent as you looked out the window. The rain in the street was almost reaching the side walk.

‘It’s still early..I should go back to bed.”

And with that, you fixed your bonnet properly over your head and laid your head back on the pillow to calm your worries.

—

It was still raining as he tracked his aching feet into the house. He slipped off his wet shoes, and fixed them by the door. He was exhausted, in-dire need of a warm bath and some sleep. He peeked into the shared bedroom, checking if you were up yet.

You were fast asleep in bed, at least that’s what it looked like to Satoru when he opened the door. A soft smile played on his pale pink lipslooked at your sleeping figure, before closing the door and heading to the shower.

He absolutely adored you when as you slept. The way the light from the lamp shined on your brown skin, the way you looked so peaceful compared to your blunt nature.

He left the bedroom, hobbling over to the bathroom. Leaning on the wall as he lifted up his shirt, seeing some bruises he got while fighting. “Thought it would be worse..” He thought to himself, as he let his legs sink into the bath tub. He leaned back against the tub, trying to relax and think of something better.

With the constant pressure from higher-ups, the dangerous missions he goes on, and task constantly being shoved to him left and right? He was more than happy to come home to you at the end of the day.

He stepped out the tub, the steam leaving the bathroom and pouring out into the bedroom. Your eyes opened a bit, the door creaking open to see Gojo standing in the doorway. “Hey,” You mumbled happily, seeing him return home safely.

His head turned to you. “Hey-I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked softly, as he held a towel between his waist, and walked over to his dresser to get changed. “No..m’ just glad your home.”

He stifled a groan as he slid himself into the bed, grabbing at your waist to pull himself in.

“Hey.. are you alright?” She asked, as her eyes now noticing the fresh injuries on his chest and abdomen.

Yawning, you moved a bit openly, allowing the white haired man to bury his face closer into your neck.“Yeah, it took longer than expected. No major injuries.. I could just ask Shoko to heal me, but I doubt I’ll need it.” He murmured against your neck. He just missed you, never wanting to let you go. His head picked up, his eyes further ingering on your face.

Her fingers traced at his scars from past missions and fights. “I wish you didn’t have all this pressure on your shoulders, my love.” His hand grabbed yours, intertwining them; lifting it up to kiss it.

“I know you’re going to worry, but you shouldn’t. I came home today didn’t I?”

”As long as you’re okay, i’m fine.” Your voice was considerate, as a hand crept up to the top of his face to brush a few strands covering his face.

“Anyway are you hungry?”

“Maybe.. but i’m exhausted.”

“I would get up, but the bed feels comfy.”

“Good, stay with me longer.”

You let out a laugh, it was clear both of you guys were exhausted from Sorcerer work. Last night was the only real time you guys had together, and yet Yaga had to cut it short with a sprung on mission for Satoru. Which to say the least you weren’t happy, but you’re partner assured you he’d be back in the morning. And here he was, sticking to his words.

You weren’t going to sugarcoat it, the situation was annoying. But, he’s safe, and really that’s all that mattered to you.

“Actually.. I might be hungry now.” He got up with a grin. As you heard a light growl come from his stomach, your lips pursed in amusement. “Really toru’? Well you gon have to wait cuz’ I just got comfy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good, now cmere closer baby.”

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[frid4y]

"just one feel, please! I won't ask again, I promise!"

that was the agitating sound of satoru's desperate plea to feel your tits. crazy, I know! yet his persistence is admirable. but you would never give in! even if he has been asking for days.

but satoru doesn't see it that way. he thinks he weighing you down, he knows it. just a some more convincing and begging, and his pretty little roommate will give in! and there's no way you couldn't want him to, especially with how your casually wearing no bra in front of his prying eyes.

"satoru, for the millionth time. no! there are so many girls on campus who would let you squeeze their boobs. i'm not one of them, give up!" for some reason, your annoyance only pushes him to try harder.

"it's for good luck! i have an exam today, i swear i'll never ask again!" satoru shines his big blue eyes at you and pouts, plopping down right next to you on the large couch. he pokes your arm impatiently, his gaze occasionally averting to the slight bounce of your chest. fuck, he's determined.

but you stay strong, your no's firm. until your sick of hearing "please" over and over again. especially coming from satoru's whiny little voice. "holy shit, fine satoru! if it'll get you to shut the fuck up. fine." you reluctantly give in. anything to get him to be quiet, right?

his eyes light up, his hands moving faster than his mind. suddenly, your laid on your back on the couch, satoru's large figure huddled over you. he immediately pushes up your tank top, his brain short circuiting as he stares at your tits. the first instinct running through him is to take your nipples in his mouth, suck on them until they're swollen. but he doesn't think that's on the agenda today, so he'll wait until his next opportunity.

satoru's large hand reaches out and brushes his thumb over the bud making you gasp softly. he wants more, he needs to hear that again. his other hand reaches out and pinches your nipple, before both of his hands squeeze each of your boobs, kneading and squeezing the flesh.

satoru watches how your lips part in pleasure, your head tilted back slightly. a surge of desire fuels him and he feels his cock stiffen in his pants, along with the growing urge to run his tongue along his—your perfect tits. "o-okay, that's it satoru. you said one feel!" you whine, trying to peel his hands away with all your strength, but he doesn't wanna let go.

"wait! hold on, just a little bit longer! they're just so pretty—can i just suck 'em!" he pleads again, almost drooling at the thought. you groan, such a fucking perv. yet, even if you wanted to deny that his touch felt off, it didn't, if anything, you enjoyed it.

"let go and I'll think about it." and that was all you needed to say to get satoru back on his best behavior and he'll be waiting for his next chance, even if it means begging again.

[tvgals]

p!links!

this is choso after you two have been sexting for the past couple days while he was out on a mission. he missed your tits so bad :(

this is what toji sends you after you refused to join him for a bath. it’s safe to say you and toji now love cold bath water.

this is what happens to nanami after you left him so needy this morning, he had to resort to sniffing your scent off of your pillows, poor baby.

this is how suguru punishes you. you’ve been mouthing off to him all day, you even pulled his hair a couple times to tease him, but now you’re bent over his lap in submission.

this is how sukuna fucks you after you voiced your jealousy to him. he’s so upset that after all this time, you could even THINK of him with another woman.

and this is you and satoru after a long day at work. you two have been leaving teasing messages around all day, and now that you two are together, you can’t stop.

[2cupids]

nerd!jo keeps the glasses on while eating pussy.

his tongue swipes in between your slick folds, collecting your arousal on the muscle as he fucks your hole. his nose bumping against your aching clit occasionally.

two of his slim fingers trace the outline of your pussy lips before slipping them inside your warmth with ease. he scissors his fingers open to stretch you out, curving his fingers up as he thrusts them in and out of your tight pussy.

an arm hooks around your thigh to spread your legs open wider and gojo rests the side of his cheek against the soft flesh of your inner thigh as his tongue darts out to start playing with your clit. ocean blue eyes peek up at you over the rim of his glasses sometimes to gauge your reaction and make sure you’re feeling good.

satoru hums against your pussy, the vibration sending tingles through your body as your fingers tug at his soft, platinum locks. “mmph– toru don’t stop, baby. ‘m gettin’ close.”

the pads of his finger continue to graze against your g-spot as he pumps his fingers into you at a quickened pace. your fingers twist in his hair, pulling at his scalp and the twinge of pain makes more precum leak into his already wet boxers.

you grind your swollen pussy against his face as your orgasm continues approaching. pretty sounds spill from your lips as you gyrate your hips against gojo, much to his enjoyment.

your body trembles in satisfaction underneath him as he makes you cum. satoru doesn’t ease up and keeps eating you as you’re riding your high out, now starting to squirm underneath him. it’s not until gojo’s pushing you into overstimulation and your shaky thighs are trapping his head against your kitty does he finally break away from your sensitive pussy.

he kisses it and pulls away from your spent body and fixes his foggy glasses. he pulls the cover over you and moves back over to his desk, wedging his head back in his book to finish studying for the test tomorrow.

and somehow he managed not to even let a smudge get on his precious glasses.

tags <3 @cheezemanz

[luviisabella]

🐱eater!suguru who does it for his own pleasure.

🐱eater!suguru who thinks it would be a blessing to die between your legs.

🐱eater!suguru who doesn’t stop until your nonverbal.

🐱eater!suguru who can’t get enough, it’s an addiction, and he has no shame in admitting that.

[11:35pm] song: feel like I’m drowning -two feet

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“Suguruuuu please s’too much-“ your body was glistening in sweat, the smell of sex filling the dim lit room.

You already came twice and it wasn’t enough, not for him. He could die like this, at this rate he might because the strength in keeping your legs from suffocating him is giving out.

The view he had of you was ethereal, something he could only dream about. Your back slightly arched off the bed, your hands gripping his hair, beautiful soft thighs held in hands, he couldn’t ask for more.

By this point whatever was stressing you out wasn’t even a thought in the back of you head anymore. You had no train of thought, let alone a conscious. He was being relentless but he knew you could handle it and based off the fact that you haven’t said your safeword he knows you’re handling it pretty well.

“S-sugu m’ gonna cum m’ gonna cum” your words slurred as you tried warning him, his pace quickening as whines escaped your throat. He reached down to spread your pretty pussy with his hand before giving your clit a few more licks and watching you come undone all over his tongue.

He let you catch your breath before swiping his thumb over your clit, the sensation causing your body to shiver in response. Once he was contempt with the way you looked and the view of your pussy he stood up, his large frame now between your legs as he licked his lips and leaned down towards you.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, y/n.”

[11:55pm]

[sherewrytes]

ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 ℂ𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼

Gym Bro Satoru x Tom boy black reader

Synopsis: You met Satoru at your apartment complex's gym

It was a typical evening at the apartment complex's gym. You had decided to squeeze in a quick workout before dinner, hoping to burn off some stress from the day. As you approached the treadmill, you noticed someone already on it, running at a steady pace.

"Hey there," a voice greeted you, pulling your attention away from your thoughts.

You looked over to see a guy with a friendly smile, his white hair swept to the side and laced with sweat. He had a calm, inviting presence about him.

"Hey," you replied, offering a small smile in return as you stepped onto the treadmill beside him.

Satoru was eyeing you up next to him thinking "Damn, who's that?" he thought, his gaze lingering on your figure. Your confidence exuded as you warmed up on the treadmill next to him.

The way your black tank top hugged your curves, and your loc'd hair was pulled back into a ponytail and dyed red and the ends. It was like you were the only person in the room, and everything else faded into the background.

As you both continued your workouts, you found yourselves falling into an easy conversation. Satoru talked about his job as a freelance software engineer, and you shared stories from your own work as a graphic designer/ creative director.

Despite your different backgrounds, you found common ground in your love for fitness and shared interests.

Time flew by as you ran side by side, exchanging laughs and smiles. Before you knew it, your workouts were over, but the conversation continued as you cooled down.

"So, same time tomorrow?" Satoru asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You grinned. "Definitely. It's nice to have a gym buddy."

The next day, you met Satoru at the gym again, and the day after that, and the day after that. Before long, your daily gym sessions became the highlight of your routine.

Outside the gym, your friendship blossomed. You grabbed post-workout smoothies together, went on evening jogs around the neighborhood, and even teamed up for the occasional Brazilian Ju Jitsu class.

Satoru found himself being more attracted to you the more time you guys spent together outside of the gym.

One day, as you were finishing up a particularly grueling workout, (one that Satoru crafted for you to get a more toned back and waist) Satoru looked over at you with a grin.

"Hey Ma, my friends are coming over to my apartment tonight wanna come over and hang with us."

"Sure, I'd love to," you replied, flashing him a smile. "I could use a break from all this sweating."

Satoru laughed, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Great! It'll be fun, I promise."

Later that evening, you found yourself standing outside Satoru's apartment, nervously adjusting your casual fit. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

The door swung open, revealing Satoru with a wide grin on his face. "Hey, you made it!" You eyed Satoru up and down. He was wearing a black fitted vest with a gold chain and matching bracelet paired with grey sweatpants. He looked good you thought. Satoru caught you checking him out and smirked. He opened the door wider for you to walk in the apartment.

Satoru really loved your lil fit, he knew from you both always texting and talking that you were a bit insecure about your more tom boy side, but he always assured you that you looked damn good. You stepped inside, greeted by the cozy atmosphere of Satoru's apartment. Shoko, Geto, and Nanami were already there, lounging on the couch and chatting animatedly.

"Hey guys, this is y/n," Satoru introduced you, gesturing towards you. "She's my gym buddy."

"Nice to meet you," Shoko said with a smile, while Nanami nodded in greeting. Geto being the messy best friend of Satoru's piped up and said "Oh she's the baddie you won't stop yappin' about." Satoru's eyes cut to you then Geto.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks at Geto's comment, but Satoru's reaction made your heart skip a beat. His eyes flickered to you, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing in them.

Gojo hid his face a lil then said "Geto wtf man forreal. but yah that's y/n" he said, his tone teasing. "She's the one who's been kicking my butt at the gym."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Please, you're the one who's been pushing me to lift heavier weights."

Shoko chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, it's nice to finally meet the infamous gym buddy. Satoru hasn't stopped talking about you."

Satoru's cheeks tinted pink at Shoko's words, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was clear that his friends meant a lot to him, and you felt honored to be a part of this moment.

Geto nudged Satoru with an elbow, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Looks like you've got yourself a crush, bro."

Satoru's blush deepened, and he shot Geto a mock glare. "Shut up, man," he said with an amused tone, while he playfully shoved Geto.

Nanami, ever the voice of reason, simply nodded in agreement. "You two seem to get along well. It's nice to see."

The rest of the evening flew by in a blur of laughter and conversation. You found yourself fitting in seamlessly with Satoru's friends, sharing stories and inside jokes as if you'd known each other for years.

As the night came to a close, Satoru walked you to your door, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Thanks for coming, i know the invite as kinda last minute" he said, his voice warm with sincerity.

You grinned up at him. "Thanks for inviting me. I had a great time."

Satoru hesitated for a moment before leaning in to give you a quick hug, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace.

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the contact, a rush of warmth spreading through you. You felt his body pressed against yours, the light scent of cologne and Geto's cigarette smoke on his shirt.

"Let's do this again sometime," he said, pulling back to look at you with a smile.

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement. "Definitely."

As you walked inside your apartment, the memory of Satoru's hug lingered in your mind, sending shivers down your spine. The air felt charged with anticipation, and you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more.

Thanks for reading. Wrote this in one go. lemme know if you want this to be explored more

[nieceeee]

“You need to take your ass to bed.” He says after waking you up from the couch for the fourth time. You roll you eyes before pulling the fluffy blanket back under your chin. “Make me.” You mumble, turning back towards the cushions, burrowing your body deeper into your favorite position. Your breath catches in your throat as you’re lifted and tossed over his shoulder, a heavy hand coming and smacking against your ass. The sting sends a shiver down your spine as your man carried you back towards your bedroom.

“Smart fucking mouth.” He mumbles under his breath. “Let’s see how long I can make you before you tap out.”

This gives me Ony or baby daddy Eren vibes. Maybe Connie👀 big daddy Levi, Gojo, Geto, Hawks or whoever your fave is

[zairene]

SYNOPSIS: y/n is invited by the new york times magazine to introduce herself to the world of fame. it seems that audiences around the globe have been buzzing to know the scoop behind this new model that’s made a brilliant entrance into the industry.

WARNINGS: none!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: alr working on chapter one 🙇🏾‍♀️

WORD COUNT: 628

SERIES MASTERLIST + TAGLIST FORM

“YOU READY TO START, Y/N?” THE LADY HAD previously introduced herself as amelia. recently, you had gotten an email from her company giving you an offer to talk about your life story for millions. at first, you were hesitant about the idea. you had been able to maintain a private yet mysterious persona, not much was known about you but the wikipedia page that was made that’s easily accessible to anybody. you didn’t bother to try to get it taken down since the information on it was accurate and nothing too personal about your life.

nobody knew about your family life, whether or not you had siblings, or your relationship status even, and you never confirmed or denied rumors unless you had to because false things being spread about you was inevitable, and you honestly couldn’t care less. you only let the public know things you wanted them to know. although, this invasion of privacy would be good for your career, said your manager. it would let your supporters know who you are and learn they can somehow relate to you.

“yeah, i’m ready!” you said, trying to keep a smile that was so obviously forced on your face. you tried to be genuine because she wasn’t a rude woman. she was quite nice, maybe you’d invite her out for a drink or two sometime.

beforehand she gave you a brief rundown of how this was gonna go. she records your conversation, and they take everything you said and put it in a magazine. you agreed and before you knew it amelia pressed the recording button in front of you.

“so, y/n, let’s start simple, yeah? do you have any hobbies? things you like to do in your spare time?”

“well, yes. i like to sing sometimes and i’ve always been painting since i was a little girl. i’m more of a traditional painter, but i wouldn’t mind trying things out digitally.”

she shook her head and wrote some notes down, before looking back up to you with a smirk.

“singing? well, is there a possibility that you could pursue a career in singing?”

you chuckled. “maybe, but i don’t wanna set expectations too high right now. so i’ll let everyone decipher that on their own.”

“alright alright. well, it’s not a secret that your looks have caught the eyes of others. and it leaves a lot of people wondering if you would ever date a fan?”

your eyebrows furrowed. “i honestly don’t know. that’s the problem with being… famous, i guess? you never really know anyone’s true intentions with you. they could lie and say they don’t know me from anywhere but they have. and they are only trying to get with me because they see how that can be a benefit for themselves and not because they like me, for me. so, i’m not saying i wouldn’t, but i just don’t prefer it.”

she shakes her head, her lips pressing against one another. “that’s understandable. there are cruel people out there. but, on a more positive note, there’s been a buzz in the media. it’s being said that someone, i won’t name, might give you a run for your money, y/n.”

“oh, seriously?”

“seriously. he’s known for his modeling internationally. you may be running the united states, but currently he’s running the world. how do you feel about that?”

you thought for a second. running the world? now how the hell can anyone possibly do that? and how haven’t you heard of him? “well, um, i’m not sure, especially since you didn’t give me the name.” you laughed, and she followed. “but, this isn’t his territory, it’s mine. so why should i be worried? you said it yourself. i’m running the united states… right?”

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IN THE A.

biker geto suguru x black hoochie mama reader

warnings: fingerfucking, soft dom sugu, he’s a tease, sugu has a big dick, but we knew this!

a/n: this man is so fine i need him neow.

second part here.

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Life has always treated you so well, beyond well, in fact. You resided in one of Atlanta’s finest lofts, debt-free at 23 despite recently graduating from college. Even though you have your own income, your generous parents still send you a fat check every week or so. You had men constantly begging on their knees to fund your entire existence, and on the occasion, women, too. Everything you wanted simply came to you with no trouble. 

You wanted that cute brown skin man with the waves that you saw at the grocery store? He already has your number. You want that pretty ’90s hairstyle you saw in a vintage magazine? You were already on your way to go get it done. You want to change your dramatic nails, even though you just got them done two days ago, because you found another style you want more? Who can deny you? It’s your world. 

Was it manifestation? Who knows. The one thing you do know is that the world hands you everything on a pure gold platter.

Popularity followed you whenever you went, but who could blame you? You were the epitome of everything sexy. From the way your rose-colored wedges beautifully complement your flawless white toes against your dark skin to how your denim mini skirts hug your curves and accentuate your figure, and your tops, or mainly bikini tops, enhance your boobs so well that they could make a grown man cry. 

Had you been an adult woman in the 90s instead of being a high-maintenance child, you might have been a star, perhaps even one of the most iconic video vixens. However, that title belongs to your momma. The OG.

She was the sought-after beauty every top rapper wanted for their music videos. From Snoop Dogg to 50 Cent, Lil Wayne to Jay Z, Biggie - she lit up screens. She even brought fire to the feud between Tupac and Biggie when she appeared in the latter’s video. You’re almost sure that lady even told you about how Pac was nearly your father before she met your dad. And you, like the little minx you were, lived up to her status.

Now, you weren’t in those modern-day rap videos of the pretty big booty woman shaking their ass on camera. Your momma raised you to have more class than that. She taught you that your ass isn’t the biggest asset you have to offer, figuratively. Your face is, the way you make people feel is, the way you seduce people is. 

That resulted in you appearing in a few music videos where the artist expressed love for someone, as those typically featured the camera focused on one girl. And that girl was you. Those got you the recognition your momma had. Those got men practically lining up to pay all your bills, those got plentiful women dying to either be you or be with you.

Your reputation preceded you; you were exceptional, operating on a different level altogether. Your complexion was flawless, your lips rich and full, and your eyes possessed a captivating allure that could weaken anyone with just one glance. You were taught to always go after the best because you are the best. 

So, what the hell was your ass doing walking around in Oakland City? Wearing your ripped undercut booty shorts, which showed more booty than shorts, along with a vintage Dior top you borrowed stole from your momma, complete with a matching purse.

Your flower sandals from Dolce & Gabbana made such a powerful tapping sound, combined with the multiple pieces of gold adorning your wrists, ears, and neck, that everyone you passed couldn’t help but look to see just who it was, and they were definitely not disappointed.

You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t dream of entering one of the most dangerous areas of your hometown without protection. Your bedazzled gold pepper spray and your fully loaded Beretta Nano 9mm pistol in your purse, itching to be used if someone tries you.

They wouldn’t dare, though. Your momma wasn’t the only legendary figure in your family. Your dad ran one of the leading crime families in all of Atlanta, dealing with heavy drugs, counterfeiting, and smuggling illegal things across borders. He was feared just as equally as he was respected. 

Messing with you? Your pops would send their family a well-decorated package with their son on a shirt. The last man that cheated on you was a prime example. You couldn’t feel bad for him, though, you did warn him.

To answer your earlier inquiry, which has been nagging at you since you parked your Toyota GR Supra Coupe at a motel five blocks away from the neighborhood, you were there to buy drugs. Weed, more specifically. You could have asked your father, but you really weren’t up for hearing his opinion on how he believes you smoke too much. So you go to the next best thing, Satoru Gojo. 

Since your dad was focused on dealing with harder drugs, he didn’t bother with substances like shrooms or anything related to weed. He considered himself too old for that and delegated the task to his second in command and your friend since birth, Satoru. You quicken your pace, heels tapping rapidly as you approach one of his many houses. You’re almost there. 

He has some of the best shit in the A, but whenever you ask him how he does it,

“I just sell it, Sis. My best friend does all the hard stuff,” 

You would always roll your pretty eyes at this because this supposed best friend he always bragged about was never around. At first, you believed he fibbed about having a best friend out of embarrassment, suspecting that you were the only one who could tolerate his antics.

But you saw glimpses, small ones. A fine leather jacket hanging off his dining room chair that you know Satoru wouldn’t wear. A motorcycle helmet standing tall on the side of his kitchen counter. Your suspicions proved unfounded as your gaze shifted to a sleek, blacked-out MTT 420 Turbine Superbike as you approached Toru’s driveway. 

You know damn well that can’t belong to Satoru. Your movements stop once you knock harshly on the door. You catch the faint sound of a random trap song playing through it. You can’t help but smile, amused by how predictably cliché this white-haired man-child can be. Trap music at a trap house.

Your smile fades as you’re met with a cold glare from a short, thick, light-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig. Studying her features further, you can’t help but acknowledge her prettiness. But the minute she opened her mouth, you were annoyed.

“And, who the fuck you is?” She snaps loudly, the gum she’s chewing matching her obnoxiousness. She’s too pretty for this.

“Girl, bye.” You push past her, causing her to stumble slightly, as you march into the house. Maybe she was about to say something, but you didn’t stick around to find out. With your back turned to her, you catch Satoru muttering softly and glancing past you, “Don’t even try it.” 

She sucks her teeth in annoyance, slamming the door behind her as she heads back to the couch where Satoru, another man, and three other girls are seated. Wait- another man? 

You glance back at the couch again, only to steady your hands on the wall you were leaning on. Woah. This man was so fine that he almost made your legs give out on you. The fuck?

His face was so pretty. Sharp black eyes and the longest hair you’ve ever seen on a man. The wife beater he wore clung tightly to his perfect skin, so much so that you could make out that he had nipple piercings. Woah. The tattoos trailing up both of his muscular arms had you ready to remind yourself to just fucking breathe. He sported washed black Chrome Heart jeans, and the pretty cross peeking from his waistband gave it away. 

This man was looking at you, more like undressing you with his eyes. And you couldn’t look away.

“You can’t be knocking on my door like that Sis, I almost thought you were the feds.” Satoru hums, though he really wasn’t worried. He knew the feds couldn’t hold him for long; he had too much money for that. You quickly glance at him and roll your eyes. When you shift your gaze away from Toru, you turn back to the man who has yet to introduce himself to you.

As if he could read your mind, he rises from his seat, his towering height catching you off guard, and he saunters almost sensually towards where you’re standing in the kitchen. The minute he stands in front of you,

“Suguru Geto. You’re beautiful if you don’t mind me saying,” He brings a hand out to shake yours, his eyes never shifting from your brown ones. You glance down for a moment, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy when you catch sight of his immaculately clean, clear polished nails, his fingers adorned with silver rings. Lord, help you.

You give him a smile when you register his compliment, “Y/n. You’re the infamous best friend I hear so much about but never see?” You raise a brow.

Suguru swears he’s died and went to heaven when he hears your honey voice. He thinks he’s met the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on. The gold grill you have of what he remembers is the Scorpio sign confirms it. I mean, just look at you, your outfit, your jewelry, and your face. 

Suguru believes he knows himself. He knows he doesn’t like girls that do “too much,” but you make it look so good. He knows he doesn’t even have a fetish for feet. But if you told him to right now, he would drop down immediately and worship yours. He believed a goddess was walking among him when you walked through the door. 

“That’s me, the idiot doesn’t have anyone else,” He mutters. You let out the cutest laugh at his comment that makes his dick harden in his jeans. Lord, help him.

Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp behind the two of you, “Hey! I have Y/n!” You immediately retort at him, raising a finger at him. 

“Aht! No, you don’t,” You chuckle, snickering and rolling your eyes as you catch him placing a hand on his heart as if you’ve just shot him.

“Stop hogging my best friend and come get what you came for, Sis,” He waves a bag in the air, holding at least 20 grams of weed, ignoring the two girls tugging on both of his arms.

You squeal and sprint as fast as your heels allow towards where he’s seated. Suguru follows after you slowly, feeling ashamed at the way the other two girls cling to him the moment he sits down. He wants nothing to do with them, he feels almost disgusted by their presence now that you’re here. He didn’t even realize they were here when he arrived, he was only here for Satoru.

You snatch the bag from him, slip it into your purse, and then lunge toward him for a hug, knowing he’d never let you pay, of course.

“Thank you, Toru!” Naturally, he wastes no time pushing the two girls aside to embrace you. You’ve always been his top priority. Suguru finds it challenging to look away because as you hug his best friend, your curvaceous behind is directly in his line of sight. He wishes you would hug him like that.

When you straighten, “I gotta go. You guys seem busy anyway,” You quickly utter and glance at Suguru. He seemed like he was about to say something, but you interject before he can. 

“It was nice meeting you, Suguru.” You softly tell him. He might’ve just came in his pants with the way you said his name in that tone. He pauses for a moment, but before he can utter a word, you’ve already dashed out the front door.

He stills, and he turns to his lifelong best friend,

“Give me her number.”

It’s been about two hours since you arrived at your loft. You prepared yourself a nice dinner, a well-made Alfredo, before making your way to your room. You sink into the comfort of your silk sheets, retrieving your ashtray and preparing to roll up. Soft Erykah Badu playing from your Alexa Speaker. You’re interrupted by an unknown number dinging on your phone. 

Who’s this?

You smile immediately, feeling a rush of nerves as you realize he asked Satoru for your number. You're accustomed to getting what you want, and right now, you want him. You eagerly await his text, noticing that he's typing.

You observe his directness. Suguru is texting you as if he knows exactly what he wants, and if there's one thing you admire in a man, it's when he's decisive and goes after what he wants. You've already decided to smoke with him, swiftly swapping your shorts for a black Juicy Tracksuit as it got windy. You opt to play a little hard to get.

Your jaw drops at the amount he sent you for an Uber. Is he crazy? While you’ve had people send you rides to go somewhere, you can’t shake the feeling that he just wanted an excuse to send you money. You’re still reeling from the shock when he immediately sends you the address to his place afterward. You grab two rolled-up blunts and slide on a pair of kitten heels. Snatching your keys, you head out when your Uber driver arrives outside.

The drive to his place is surprisingly short, almost too short. Considering how spread out the area is, you’ve only been in the car for 15 minutes, yet you’re still in the same neighborhood. You brush it off and approach his door. As you knock, you notice Suguru’s driveway filled with three vehicles: the motorcycle you saw earlier, a Mercedes E-Class, and a sleek BMW M3. You can’t help but appreciate yet another reason you’re drawn to him.

He opens the door, and you swear you wish you could pounce on him. He’s still wearing the wife beater, and when you glance up at his face, you notice his eyes are low and red. With his hair tied up in a man bun, a few strands cascading over his face, the only thought running through your mind is... He’s so pretty.

“You started getting lit without me?” You feign surprise as he welcomes you inside. He kindly takes your keys and hangs them on the holder by his door. You could feel him staring at your ass as you move to stand beside him.

He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches a hand out. “You know how Satoru is. My room?” You nod, and he shivers as your long, pretty nails brush against his hand. Was everything about you so alluring?

You follow behind him, noting how he never lets go of your hand. His room, much like his style, is entirely black. Black sheets adorn a king-sized bed, with a few rock band posters hanging above where his dressers are placed. He even has a private bathroom, the door wide open. Damn, this man even has lavender incense burning on the small desk next to his bed.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,”

Don’t mind if I do. You drop your body on his bed with a plop. You start to take off your right heel, intending to reach for the left one, only to find Suguru already kneeling down, doing it for you. When he’s done, he rubs your feet for about three long seconds before pulling away. You gasp softly, looking away from his intense gaze. Is he usually this forward?

“Uh- I rolled two. I get lip gloss on the blunt,” You sputter out, retrieving them from your purse as he stands up from his position on the floor and settles onto his pillow.

He makes a tsk sound, “Don’t play with me,” He grabs only one from your raised hand and pulls a skull lighter from his jeans pocket. As you place the other one in your purse, you watch him take the first hit. You realize he enjoys eye contact because, throughout all of his movements, his eyes never leave yours.

You’re nervous. For the first time in your life, a man has made you feel nervous. His energy makes you nervous, how he observes you with such intensity makes you nervous, and even how he feeds you the blunt after taking a few hits makes you nervous.

You’re mesmerized. The effects of the blunts hit you swiftly, altering your mind and intensifying your urge to fuck this man till he sees stars.

Suguru himself has never felt this way before. He’s had a few flings here and there and has even been in a relationship or two. But he’s never felt the need to be entirely consumed by someone. The minute he saw you, it felt like time had stopped for him; he could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to give you the universe because the world is far too small for someone like you.

“You have a boyfriend?” His husky voice asks this out of respect for you. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck less if you had a man. You’d be his either way.

“Why? You want me?” You giggle, though you knew he did, you just wanted to tease him. As you gaze up at him through the haze, your breath catches when you observe that his eyes have darkened noticeably. You recognize that expression all too well—it mirrors the one you give the camera when it’s focused on you.

He doesn’t respond or even break a smile at your inquiry. No, his eyes are fixated on your plump, glossed lips as you take another hit. You shift your thighs a little, you don’t know how long you can wait before he makes his move.

Suguru notices, and this time, his lips twitch up a bit, “And if I did?” His whisper keeps you quiet. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Suguru doesn’t mind your silence. He needs you to savor your angelic tune anyway since you’ll scream his name in a few minutes. Rising from his position, he tilts your chin towards him, his eyes catching note of the smoke in your mouth. Drawing his lips dangerously close to yours, he exhales softly,

“Let it go.” You don’t hesitate to listen to his command. It’s as if your mind is his now, the way he doesn’t even do anything to get your attention. As soon as the smoke escapes your lips, he inhales it, pressing his soft lips firmly against yours.

You whimper out at the force and immediately kiss him back. Suguru swears he’s already in love when he feels your lips reciprocate his action, the stickiness of your strawberry gloss making him release a sound that had you squeezing your thighs. He’s relentless, nipping and forcing his tongue to merge with yours.

His fervor with just a kiss leaves you reeling. The combination of the weed and his lips makes you feel intoxicated, causing you to grasp onto the fabric of his jeans to steady yourself. When he pulls away from you, it only makes you crave more.

You’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of Brent Faiyez playing on his speaker is long tuned out. He stares at your eyes briefly before gently pulling you down to lay on your back. You lean up to pull him into another passionate kiss,

“More, please.” You whine out, a little too desperate for your taste. You couldn’t understand why you wanted him so bad, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that your pussy was dripping the minute you saw him at Satoru’s place. You can tell he wants to take things slow, but you can’t find it in you to share the same feeling. You need him to do something to you, now.

He only whispers, “Patience, sweetheart.” And moves his lips down to your neck. Soft kisses fill your throat before he stops teasing and reaches for your zipper. He's not shocked to learn that you don't wear a bra; he could almost see your hard nipples through the velvet fabric of your hoodie.

Your sigh of satisfaction comes from the moment he wraps his lips around your dark areola and gently caresses the fat of your unattended boob. He starts slowly, listening to the sounds you make and observing how he can persuade you to moan louder. Your breath gets shaky when he gets more aggressive with his movement, pulling at your sensitive nipples. He decides that he wants more from you.

Suguru rasps out, “I know you want me to fuck you,” Your body feels on fire as his touch slithers down your stomach, grazing your belly ring. He lowers your tracksuit pants for you and throws them across his room, forbidding you to do anything that doesn’t include you receiving pleasure. Your body is anticipating as he continues, “But I need to prep you, or you won’t be able to take me,”

He toys with the slender strap of your thong, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on your face as he talks, “Be good and let me play with you for a bit, okay?”

Your fiery personality is well-known for not letting men dictate your actions. You’re quick to dismiss any nigga, and based on instinct, you’re almost prepared to snap: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? 

By now, you should realize that Suguru observes every single move you make, every slight gesture you make, when your breath catches, and even now, he detects that you intend to snap at him. He does nothing but give you a look, a dangerous look, which only implies I dare you. Suguru orchestrates a dominance so calm but prominent that you can’t help but whimper out a quiet “Yes,”

What is he doing to you?

He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth as a reward. He’s in a trance. Suguru can’t pull his gaze away from your panties. You’re so wet that it’s clinging onto the fabric as he slowly pulls it away from your lower lips. He finds himself plunging two fingers into your wet cunt before your thong even touches your knees. Fuck, you’re tight.

“Ah- shit! Sugu!” You mewl, walls immediately clenching on his thick fingers. He quickly begins to rub circles on your twitching clit, observing as you gasp and scramble under him. You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you this, too.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your slick is dripping all over his palm as he finger fucks you. You try to keep your moans in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your mind. But you can’t. You can’t do anything but scream out at the way his long fingers are effortlessly punishing your G-spot.

Suguru moves his fingers faster when you don’t answer him, “I asked you a question, baby.” 

Your loud whimpers can be heard over his music. How could you possibly answer? You’re already starting to blank, you’re not sure you even listened to what he said. “I- Oh fuck, Yes!” 

The sounds coming from your fat pussy is downright phonographic. The squishing, the squelching. Shit, it’s even dripping onto his bed, creating a wet stain. Fuck. Suguru doesn’t think he can take another minute without being inside you. He needs it, but he needs to make you cum first. 

He knows you’re about to, with the way your breathing is stuttering and the way there’s a white cream starting to stain his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you. You’re clenching so hard he’s not sure his dick will fit inside of you. He’ll make it fit, he’ll break your little pussy in if he has to.

Suguru leans against you, his desperate panting revealing his longing for you as he whispers in your ear, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He fucks his fingers inside of you harder, rubbing your pretty clit even faster.

You nod eagerly, mind already reeling as you wail, “Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum, Sugu! I- Shitt,” He gently kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth as if he’s encouraging you to accept it, to just cum all over him. And you do.

Your grip on the bottom of Suguru’s wifebeater hurts your fingers, and you arch your back off the bed while your tight walls clench once more around him. You see white spots in your blacked-out vision, and your squealing is so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear it. He doesn’t stop moving when you cum, wanting to prolong what he knows is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had. 

When you finally stop twitching in aftershock, your breathing begins to slow down, and his movements follow suit. Your panties are long gone. He swiftly pulls out of you while you’re still in a daze, making you unaware that he’s sucking up your essence from his fingers and pulling his jeans down along with his Calvin Klein briefs.

You are, however, aware when he pushes your thick brown thighs flush against your chest. And you’re even more aware when he lines his fat pink tip to your sticky lower lips. Suguru doesn’t let you see just how big he is, he directs your focus to his lips on yours. But Lord, do you fucking feel it. You feel it when he rubs up and down on your wet slit. You feel it when he pushes only his tip inside of you before he pulls back out again.

Suguru doesn’t think he can keep on teasing you like this. He tries to keep it up for your sake, but the way you feel on his tip has his body shaking; it’s almost embarrassing. But he can’t find himself to feel ashamed when you look up at him at him like that, your eyes pleading for him to fuck you into the mattress.

“I’m gonna put it in now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?” You’re learning, you know he wants an answer from you, and you don’t bat an eye when your trembling, honeyed voice whispers, “Whatever y-you want, Sugu.”

Whatever he wants? You probably should’ve never said that, and he’ll show you why. He pushes inside of your cunt slowly, hissing at the same time you shriek when your walls try to push him out. “Breathe,” He rasps out. And you’re trying, you’re really trying to. But he’s just so fucking big, it’s like he’s breaking your pussy in half. 

“Y-You’re too big! I can’t-” He doesn’t let you finish, he proves that you can when he pushes in halfway through your slobbering pussy. 

“Of course you can, Y/n. You’re almost there, sweetheart. One more breath for me, yeah?” 

You listen wordlessly, sucking in another deep breath. It’s inevitable to cry when he plunges the rest of his 8 and a half inches in one go. Suguru lets out a groan in your ear, and the sound makes your insides churn. How is it that he immediately finds your spongy spot? You’re so used to being briefly grazed in that spot that this feeling is foreign to you.

Suguru gives you a few seconds before your pussy starts suffocating him, and he’s forced to start feeding you with slow, deep strokes. “Jesus, fuck!” You keen, mewling, and pressing on his firm abs; the pressure was just too much for you. Are you crazy?

“None of that Y/n.” He uses his left hand to hold both of your hands and place them above your head, gently grasping your throat with his right. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, and his big cock never stops stirring up your guts at that slow pace. He gets impatient. 

“You feel so good, so fucking tight. Pretty pussy is mine now, yeah? Tell me it is,” Gradual snapping of his hips against yours in a feverous tempo causes you to scramble under him, with your mind getting lost since you can’t find anything to keep you grounded. He has you altogether under his control, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset.

You don’t respond, your brain too gone to form any thought that’s not Sugu. You’ve forgotten your manners, he’ll make sure to remind you. He snaps his hips harder, he swears the cries you make almost make him cum on the spot.

“Words, Y/n. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine,” The sound of your soaked pussy filling the air as he whispers against your lips, which are permanently shaped in a perfect O.

You weep out, “Fuck! Oh, Sugu- it’s yours, all yours! I- Ah!” His face adorns with a sly smile at your confession. His body is on fire, your pussy perfectly snug around the shape of his cock. He knows he’s about to cum, with the way his insides are twisting, and his heavy balls are twitching rapidly as they slap on the fat on your ass. Your pussy is so good that he swears you’re not even from this planet. But he needs to get you there first. That’s all he needs to dump his seed inside of you.

He slithers the hand gripping your throat down to your drooling clit, rubbing so fast you think you’re having whiplash. Your cries become louder, and before you even know what’s happening, you’re covering Suguru’s entire stomach and his soft sheets with your squirt.

Suguru follows swiftly after you, letting out a sinful moan, his body trembling as he fills your pussy with his cum. It’s so much, so fucking much, that you can feel it overflowing past your stretched-out pussy. The sluggishness of his thrusts inside you causes him to let out loud breaths and drop his face in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes are still stuck on the ceiling above you, shallow breaths emerging from your sore throat. Woah.

The long-haired man above you is still panting and giving you another command, making it difficult for you to process what just happened to you.

“On your stomach, sweetheart.”

This time, you remember your manners.

[frid4y]

you always looked past that quiet boy in your classes, occasionally sparing him a glance. that was until he became your partner for a project in a random class. surprisingly, he was friendlier than his appearance. the slight, agitated face he always had gone the moment you spoke, and you learned his name was suguru.

the long nights studying in the library & putting together your project helped blossom a friendship. what you only ever saw the relationship as. sure, he was really good-looking, but he's just your friend, right? along with your hunch that he's inexperienced, it's just the vibe he gives off. he probably wouldn't know what to do if he saw a naked girl in real life. right?

wrong. so painfully wrong. what originally was hanging out in your dorm room turned into suguru thrusting into your dripping cunt from behind, his hand pushing your head down into the pillow, which is stained messily with mascara and tears.

"you gotta be quiet, baby… wouldn't want anyone to hear how much you fucking love taking my cock, would we?" you only manage to let out a muffled moan, making him let out a small hum before your head is pulled up from the pillow and his fingers grip your hair.

two sharp smacks are delivered to your ass, and your lips part to let out a strangled gasp. suguru leans forward and captures your lips in a messy kiss, the sound blending in with the harsh noises of you being fucked stupid on his dick. you can't even remember how this happened. you guys were laughing about something, and suddenly you were being split open by his cock.

you want to let out your moans so bad. desperately beg for him to fuck you harder and deeper. but he's right, you gotta be quiet, these walls are thin. the whole floor doesn't need to know how much of a slut you were. or how bad you're clawing at the sheets of your bed, whining for suguru's cock like you've been starved.

suguru's grip on your hair loosens slightly as he begins to lose himself in the feeling of your pussy enveloping his cock, the feeling of your walls clenching around him being the source of his groans and small whimpers.

your mind and body register that you're getting closer, and you're now pleading for suguru to keep going, not caring how loud you are anymore. it just feels so good, and you just can't contain your moans anymore. the louder you get, the more it spurs him on to help you cum all over his cock. the little words of encouragement, mixed in with degrading names. it was just the perfect touch to make your orgasm hit you harder than ever.

suguru rubs your hip soothingly as your body convulses after that intense climax. "you did so fucking good… but i know this pussy can give me one more, can't she? now turn over, i wanna see your pretty little face while you're being a good little cumdump."

[tvgals]

satoru loves making brownies with you.

he loves making brownies because of the way you used to insist on licking the bowl clean because it has more batter in it for you to eat. satoru was never the kind to eat brownies, says they’re too chocolaty, that was until you made him the best batch of brownies known to man which made him hooked in return.

satoru loves making brownies because it reminds him of the way you used to giggle when satoru would playfully smear a little batter on your face and how it would tickle you purple when he licked it off your face.

he hates how he can never get your recipe to taste the same when he makes it, that when he makes brownies now, there’s no sound of you giggling or asking what movie he wants to watch. satoru drives to your tombstone everytime he makes brownies and brings a couple extra for you to try.

“i know they’re no ‘y/n brownies’ but i tried my best.” he laughs softly to himself, looking into the eyes of the little picture they had of you on your tomb. “i miss you every day, beautiful.” he admits to almost no one, sniffling. his eyes water, in all the times he’s visited you, the tears never stop. he can’t believe that after six years, he won’t ever hear your voice or feel your warmth again. “i think about you all the time, y/n. i don’t even touch your side of the bed incase you ever decide to come back to me.” he smiles, breaking off a piece of his brownie and placing it on the side of your grave. “i just wish you could come back…even if it was for a day.” satoru is full on sobbing now, wiping snot and tears from his carefully sculpted face.

satoru loved making brownies with you.

[2cupids]

warnings. cunnilingus, f.ingering, he slaps your puss. mdni (17+)

boyfriend!gojo always makes you cum at least three times before he fucks you.

he groans into your pussy every time he stuffs his handsome face between your legs, acting like it’s his first time ever tasting you each time.

a wad of saliva lands on your clit as he spits onto it and watches it slide down to your entrance. he gently sucks the sensitive set of nerves between his lips as he slips one, then two fingers inside to stretch you out.

every time you push at his head and whine about how sensitive you’re getting, gojo looks up at you with a lazy smile and smacks your pussy. “you don’t want it to hurt when i put it in. do you, pretty?” he says in his usual cocky tone of voice and resuming his actions, purposely going faster than he was before.

he never misses a chance to be a smartass. typical satoru.

once he’s made you cum enough times to his liking, he finally stands up and pulls your body to the edge of the bed. he takes his heavy dick in his hand, stroking it while eyeing your limp, worn out figure and paying special attention to your pretty pussy that’s finally all prepped and ready for him.

he drags the tip over your clit and down to the entrance of your vagina repeatedly, spreading your slick wetness all over your core.

he slips a finger inside you just to feel how wet you are one more time before he fucks you. “fuck..”, he mutters under his breath, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. he’s proud of his work.

he pushes the head of his dick inside and his hands come to rest on either side of your core. his thumbs spread your fat pussy lips as he watches you take every inch of his thick dick inside your less tight, sloppy pussy.