#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]

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

[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.

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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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[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]

[7brownsuga7]

Imagining Satoru fucking you hard and whispering in your ear to be quiet because you have company in the other room. But despite his words, his actions will say otherwise as he continues to ram into you, making you cry out in pleasure. He loves the thrill of possibly being heard. He knows you both should be quiet, but there’s something about watching you struggle to be silent whilst he gives you deep strokes that gets his blood rushing. So he fucks you harder, balls slapping against your pussy with each forceful thrust. “shh baby, you gotta try to be quiet”. A smirk plastered on his face, because he knows you can’t, especially when he makes it hard for you to. He just hopes that your company are enjoying the show.

[merakidoll]

what if he let’s you ride his abs in the morning?

your naked body shook from the cool air. he layed below you with only his shirt off, his nipples were hard, the jewelry glistening from the morning sun light. “you like it baby doll?”

whining, you rutted your hips harder pushing your pussy more into his six pack. the build up wetness that made a mess on him aloud you to move easier, his hands moved around your body, skimming through your handles, to your gut squeezing it, he flexed his body making your clit go sensitive

“ohgod!” throwing your head back your bonnet fell off landing on the white comforter, nails dinging into the sides of his chest. “you got this mama” his thumbs circles your nipples pushing on them “so close hm?”

“i - i can’t” “you can, now!” his words got aggressive setting you off the edge, your juices dripping out of your hole making a puddle on him that dropped off onto the sheets.

eren, armin, onyankopon, gojo, choso

[p3achfilm]

how they react inside you and their favorite positions ft jjk men

cw𐙚 nasty so if you’re under 18, bye!

sukuna 𐙚 kuna definitely isn’t the gentle type. almost immediately after you’re on him, he goes berserk. his movements are wild and unrestrained, like he’s been holding back for too long. you can feel the raw power in every thrust, and it’s overwhelming. he loves doggy, your face is always pressed into the sheets as he pounds into you. he doesn’t care if you’re crying out for him to slow down; in fact, it seems to spur him on even more. he continuously kisses your cervix with his girth, each thrust hitting deeper than the last, making your whole body tremble. his hands grip your hips tightly, leaving marks that will surely bruise, but in the heat of the moment, the pain only adds to the intensity. you can barely catch your breath, every gasp and moan swallowed by the relentless pace he sets.

“move your hand,don’t make me move it for you.”

gojo𐙚 gojooooo is definitely the gentle type. he likes missionary because he likes seeing your face contort with pleasure. gojo always places soft kisses in the crook of your neck, making your skin tingle with warmth. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine, and wipes your tears away with the gentleness of a feather. he always makes sure you’re comfortable, adjusting pillows and blankets, before he starts rolling his hips into you. he lovessssss holding hands while he’s deep inside you, his fingers intertwining with yours, grounding you both in the moment.

“you’re so pretty, i love your face.”

nanami 𐙚 na na mi is the gentle type at first, easing into things with a tender touch. but as you grow accustomed to the stretch, his wild side comes out. he adores spoon fucking, the way he grips your titties with a firm yet loving hold as he jolts his hips into you. the way he buries his face into your cinnamon-scented hair, inhaling deeply, drives him wild. he loves it all, every moment, every sensation, every breath you take together.

“cum on daddy’s dick sweetheart, it’s yours.”

toji𐙚 bigdicktoji is extremely rough. he lets you adjust for a second, maybe, then he absolutely begins to ravage you. toji is nasty as hell—i’m talking about spitting in your mouth, eating your ass. the man is a freak. his favorite position, hands down, is reverse cowgirl. he lovessssss the way he can see your tight lips suckle around him, the sight driving him absolutely wild.

“stop fucking running, you’re pissin me off.take it.”

choso𐙚 choso is mid, he’s not too rough and he’s not too soft. he’s just mid. he always starts off by taking you against the wall, hands digging into your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as he thuds into you. he can nut off the way you play with his hair and scratch his back. he’s a family man, of course, so even when you’re full with his nut, he still remains inside of you. he’s always trying to get you pregnant, making sure every drop counts.

“already shaking?”

geto𐙚 he always lets you get fully adjusted, he lovessss making love to you. every thrust is passionate and leaves you breathless, he loves you so much. but sometimes he loses control and can’t help but drill into your tiny hole, pressing into your g-spot each time. he lovessssssss the lotus position, the way your titties bounce in his face drives him crazy. the way you pull at his hair drives him wild. he’s also an anal man, he loves fucking you in the ass and watching the cum leak from you. oops.

“you’re so pretty when you’re begging.”

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. TOUCH

Just back into it, and let it touch

JJK MEN & THEIR REACTIONS TO YOU USING THEIR CROTCH TO SHOW OFF YOUR NAILS

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, & takuma ino.

cw: modern au (?), suggestive content (ofc) ooc characters(?), reader being a little shit, etc.

i’ve always found this tiktok trend adorable, and thought it would be nice to write hcs on with them. these are unedited so excuse typos and other mistakes. i might do more later.

KASHIMO HAJIME.

the nail designs you chose were cute, but a little cheesy. a simple cyan base with purple lighting bolts on each ring finger.

you came back from the shop to spot kashimo resting on your couch, clearly tired from either fighting a curse or general working out. you tapped him, showcasing your nails the moment you got his attention. hajime would only give you a small smirk, leaning his head back again to rest.

the idea would then pop into your head, softly declaring you needed to take a picture to show your friend. he didn’t care enough to respond.

but, that quickly changed when you sat beside him, resting your hand right on his crotch.

what are you doing?

you shushed him a bit, declaring his white pants were a perfect background. a plausible excuse, one that he believed less and less when he realized you were massaging him through his pants.

he allowed it to go on for a moment before he snatched your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

don’t start something you can’t finish, [y/n].

and well, you spent the rest of that evening facing the consequences of your actions. you never did send that picture.

GOJO SATORU.

probably asked you to get his tip color. you refused, much to his dismay.

you settled on a pretty blue and white design, curtesy of his eyes and hair. you sent a picture of it to him while in the shop; your lover hearting the image instantly.

on the way home, you were scrolling through your tiktok feed and came across the trend. a cheshire like grin covered your features soon after.

making it home, gojo wasn’t busy with anything, simply sitting on the couch and watching some random show. he greeted you and attempted to get touchy, only for you to declare you had to take a picture of your nails first.

just use the one you sent me?

no, baby, i wanna use a different one.

although confused, the man shrugged a bit, focus turning back to the tv. you sat on the couch beside him, humming as your phone hovered above your hand that rested on your thigh. taking a quick glance to assure he wasn’t looking, you reached over, placing your hand right on his crotch.

gojo noticed you instantly, eyes falling from the tv screen and over to your hand, eyebrows pinched close. he said nothing however, simply watching you closely. the moment you began to rub him, however, he was adjusting his hips eyes lifting to yours, adoring an are you serious? expression.

what’s wrong? you tried to play dumb, all while your hand still moved, not so secretly anymore. gojo would only grin at you, pretty dimples exposed, turning back to the tv.

nothing.

in that moment his hand reached over to your bare thigh, gently tapping it; fingers stroking the inside of them.

this had now became a game of who would crack first.

and much to your dismay, you always did.

GETO SUGURU.

your choice of design was a black base with his initials on each ring finger. when sending a picture to the man he complimented them, and was clearly happy his name was on your fingers.

you had been planning to do the trend on him the moment you saw it, booking an appointment the next day. you just wanted to see his reaction, to see if your normally calm and collected boyfriend would react differently.

you were basically rushing into the house the moment you locked your car, entering to spot him on the couch reading a book. you two greeted each other with a soft kiss the moment you walked over.

you really like my nails, suguru?

mhm.

lemme show gojo. you hummed, pulling your phone from your pocket. you bit the inside of your cheek, reaching over and planting your hand right on his crotch. you felt his eyes on you for a moment before they drifted back to his book. which, frustrated you.

and so, you adjusted your hand, a false mumble of needing a better angle exiting you. except the adjusting didn’t stop, seeing as you began to gradually rub your palm up and down his crotch.

you jumped a bit as he shut his book closed, grabbing your wrist and pushing it against his hardening length even more.

now, you deal with it? understand?

NANAMI KENTO.

much to nanami’s embarrassment, you used his tip color. he tried to talk you out of it, but it happened. how they color matched it was above him. and why you did such a thing was above him as well. but, he did have to admit the nails were still pretty.

when you got home the man was busy with some paperwork at his desk, grumbling to himself every once in a while. you walked over with a gentle smile, watching his tense shoulders fall the moment you made your presence known.

you then showed off your nails, nanami simply shaking his head with a smile.

you got a bit needy the moment his eyes turned back to his desk however, biting the inside of your cheek before a brilliant idea popped into your mind. you find a chair beside his desk, scooting a bit close to his own. which wasn’t suspicious, you did that often.

what was suspicious was you reaching over, placing your hand onto his crotch.

[y/n]…

just trynna get a good picture. your pants are the perfect color. the excuse left you quickly, hearing the man sigh softly to himself but allowing your hand to remain there.

that was until, you began to carefully slide your hand up and down his crotch— back and forth. nanami didn’t left it go on for long before he was grabbing you by the forearm, pulling you up from your chair and over to his lap.

oh, ken, your paperwork..

that can wait. can’t ignore you when you’re being so damn needy..

TAKUMA INO.

to ino’s surprise, you somehow got your nail lady to carefully draw his masked face on your ring finger. the moment you sent the picture he was amazed and very happy. something you found adorable.

so of course you decided to toy with him.

coming home you spotted the man not really doing anything, simply resting on the couch. he smiled up at you, eyes following you as you walked over to sit beside him. his arm came to wrap around you, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment; simply watching tv.

until you swore softly, pulling your phone from your pocket. gotta take a picture for a friend.. you would mumble, something ino barely acknowledged.

the moment your hand was on his crotch, however, his eyes fell from the tv quickly, staring down at your hand.

uh, y/n…

sorry baby, just gotta use your pants. you claimed, the man muttering nervous ok, going completely still— clearly not wanting to mess up your photo. you smiled at this, nearly feeling bad for what you were about to do to him.

slowly you carried your palm up and down his crotch, feeling the hand on your hip twitch. continuing the facade, you tilted your phone every so often, attempting to find the correct position; all while poor ino attempted to calm his rising hard on. he tried so hard too.

just as you felt his hard length through his sweats, you snapped a photo, rising from the couch— placing a chaste kiss to his cheek on the way.

thanks baby, imma take a quick shower.

needless to say, ino was a bit confused and disappointed, only able to give you a small nod— watching you walk away. ignorant to the fact you were holding in your laughter.

[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.

[aethernala]

They got that shit on tho 😭😭

[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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You send the JJK Men a Twerking Video! (18+)

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, kamo choso and ryomen sukuna

genre: fluff, crack, fem! black reader implied

cw: nsft implied, one usage of the n-word

MDNI! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYYYYYYYY

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[slxtslovebambi]

Bodyguard 💋

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader | MDNI

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

Synopsis: You’re a famous model and Toji is your bodyguard who used to be a MMA Fighter.

Warnings: SMUTTY! Power imbalance (physically), power play, fingering, nipple play (reader has pierced nipples), usage of the word 'cunt', slight breeding?, no protection

Wc: 3,3k

Being a model was always stressful for you.

Since your first shoot as a teenager you never got to stay anywhere for a long time and the diets your personal trainer put you on were brutal. Now you’re 22, still young and still just as pretty as you were when you started in the industry.

"Y/n ’m not gonna say it again, put your damn phone away 'n answer me…" Your bodyguard Toji speaks with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he pushes the button to the elevator. His black shirt is hugging his muscles and the scar on his lips slightly shrinks because of the frown planted onto his lips.

"What?" You look up from your phone and walk inside the elevator once the door opens.

Toji follows you quickly and first presses one of the elevator button to close the doors and then the one to your penthouse.

"What do you mean 'What'?! Why’d you change my schedule without tellin' me? That was my shift tomorrow, I was assigned to you!"

It’s not easy for Toji to not raise his voice at you, but the thought of you going anywhere alone was ridiculous to him. He’s clearly aware of the fact that you’re somewhat of an authoritative person to him, but he’s not fully willing to accept that yet.

"I wanted Kento for tomorrow…" You shrug.

"Nanami?!" He looks stunned at you, not understanding how you could replace him with someone he thought was the most bland and stuck up guy he ever met.

"Yes, it’s just for one day. You work too much overtime anyways." The bell chimes to signal the elevator has arrived and the doors of the elevator open wide. You and Toji both walk out, heading to your door when suddenly he slightly pulls you back by your upper arm.

"Why would you give my shift to Nanami? I never said I wanted to work less." Toji's voice is calm but very strict. He’s looking directly into your eyes, making sure you understand that he’s genuinely upset about this.

"I have a red carpet event tomorrow..." You’re not intimidated by Toji, you’d never be but you don’t like when he’s grabbing you like that. It’s just reminding you of the fact that he’s much stronger compared to you. You know he used to be a professional MMA fighter and you enjoy asking him questions about his former occupation but having him display his power over you is probably what you disliked the most.

"So? I don’t mind goin' to a red carpet with you." Toji genuinely looks confused by now.

"It’s not one of those events. I want Kento to go with me cause he’s a bit more suitable, that’s it."

You don’t care that your response sounded slightly dismissive since you were never scared to challenge Toji anyways.

He lets out an offended scoff at your comment.

"You think he’s more suitable than me? What’s that supposed to mean? I ain’t good enough to do my own goddamn job no more just cause I don’t got a stick up my ass, is that what you’re implying?!" He crosses his arms again, giving you another small glare.

"That’s not what I’m saying Toji, but this is a really big event and you don’t even wear suits…"

Your voice is slightly quieter than before, you still know there’s nothing to be scared of cause Toji would never do anything to you, but you don’t appreciate his sudden change in tone.

"Oh yeah? What do you think I am, some caveman? I can put on a suit and wear a tie if that’s what you want!" Obviously Toji noticed your reaction to him raising his voice a bit, so he quickly makes sure to be more soft spoken with you. His grip around your upper arm loosens and wanders up to your shoulder where his hand rests while his thumb slowly rubs your soft skin.

"You wanna tell me you’ll slick your hair back, wear a tie and let my make up team cover your scar?" You ask skeptically as you get the key to your door and unlock it.

"My scar?" Toji ask’s flabbergasted.

You nod as you walk inside and let him follow you in.

"What’s wrong with my scar?"

It’s not like he was ever insecure about any scars on his body, not even the one on his face but you implying he needed to cover it to be suitable didn’t sit right with him.

"Nothings wrong with it…"

You take off your jacket and throw it on the coat hanger next to the door, leaving you in your tight fitting top.

"I just don’t want them to think anything."

You say before taking your heels off ass well.

Toji would like to protest against your suggestion but he can't help but admire your figure for a moment, his eyes quickly trailing over your body, pausing briefly at your pierced nipples poking through your top before returning to your face.

"'m not trying to argue with you y/n."

He lets out a deep sigh.

"We’re not arguing Toji, I’m just asking you if you’re willing to do what I ask you for. I can always ask Kento." You say.

Despite the fact that you weren’t born rich and you like to believe that you’re quite humble you still show a bit of attitude sometimes.

Toji can do nothing but raise an eyebrow at you.

"Alright, I’ll cover my scar as well…"

He gives in.

"Good, you can go ahead and finish work for today then." A tired yawn slips of your lips.

"You just got home and you’re already trying to kick me out before I even get the chance to make sure you eat?" Toji lets out an amused snort at your comment.

"It’s not your job to watch me eat.."

At this point you’re just tired and ready to take a shower and go to bed.

"My job is looking out for you, no matter where. And when I think of the bullshit your personal trainer is puttin' you on, I think it’s better to keep an eye on your diet."

Toji chuckles.

"You don’t know anything about diets Toji…"

It’s not like you’re trying to provoke him on purpose, but it’s not just him that had a long day. You never liked explaining yourself or justifying your actions, unfortunately with Toji by your side that’s something you have to do a lot.

"I don’t know anything about diets? Sweetheart I had to maintain my body mass for years straight back when I was fighting, I think I know a lot more about dieting and nutrition than you do. So do me a favor and go eat something, yeah?" He gives you a slight pat on your lower back as you sigh and make your way over to the kitchen, thinking that giving in might be the only way he’s going to stop bothering you.

"You wanna eat something too?"

You ask Toji when opening your fridge.

You can hear him humming deeply before also walking into the kitchen and standing right behind you.

"No thank you… "

Both of his hands make their way to your shoulder before slowly dragging his warm palms down your skin. He’s gently rubbing over your upper arms while you look at the mostly old things in your half empty fridge. You really should’ve thought of sending someone grocery shopping for this week.

"You’re really cold doll…" Toji says, not happy about the observation he just made.

"I don’t feel cold." You shrug.

"Are you sure?" His hands travel to your ribs.

"Mhm.." you hum as you go reach for the bowl with the leftover fruit salad from the night before.

"What’s that? Don’t you want a sandwich or something?" He looks at the bowl skeptically.

"I don’t even have bread here Toji."

Your eyes roll yet again almost automatically.

"And thats the best you could find?"

He lifts you up and sits you down right on the kitchen island before getting a fork and handing it to you.

"I’ll leave once you’re finished."

He says as he leans against the sink across from you.

"You don’t have to." You mumble while carefully picking all the strawberries in bowl first since they were your favorite.

"I don’t have to? Five minutes ago you were practically beggin' for me to go home."

He snorts and looks at you with a small smirk.

"I was just mad cause you were pissing me off.."

You continue eating. You usually never minded any of your bodyguards being around you but Toji had a tendency of getting on your nerves.

It always seemed like he couldn’t accept that he won’t be able to always be in control.

"I was huh?" He chuckles. "Let’s hope you’ll still be able to sleep tonight." He says sarcastically.

His hand gently brushes some of your hair out off your face before gently grabbing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

Your eyes naturally look directly back at him, hesitating before removing his hand from your face, making him chuckle.

"I’ll be fine, let’s hope you don’t lose your job though." You answer just as snarky as he did.

"Is that a threat?" His smirk widens and his eyebrow rises quickly.

"You like testing me, don’t you?"

Toji leans in just slightly, his voice a low and steady.

Your breath hitches just for a second, but you quickly recover, poking him in his stomach with your right index finger.

Toji gently removes your hand from his stomach and laughs as he places it in the middle of his chest, putting his hand right over it to secure it.

"You think way too highly of yourself."

You shake your head in disbelief with a light smile on your lips, trying to pull your hand back to reach for the fork but Toji's grip is too tight.

Your heart skips a beat as his hand holds yours in place, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the effect it’s having on you.

"Y’know what, maybe you should go home now."

You chuckle.

"'s too late for that now brat. You know what’s comin' now."

Toji’s eyes linger over your figure, a sly grin spreading across his face as he chuckles again.

"Nuh-uh.." you shake your head, trying to push him back with the hand that’s resting on his chest as he uses the hand that isn’t holding yours in place to wrap it around your waist.

He slips a finger between the soft fabric of your top and your warm skin, making your top lift slightly.

"What’s wrong princess? You don’t wanna play anymore?" He challenges you, letting go of your hand to wrap his other hand around your waist as well.

"You didn’t think all that teasing wouldn’t do anythin' to me now did you?"

He continues lifting your shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak. The palms of your hands are getting warmer and warmer and despite only you noticing it, you’re heart beat is starting to get faster as well.

Your breath stops for a second when he pulls your top right over your head and leaves you topless. Toji couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your pierced nipples hardening once they were exposed to the cold air.

"That’s a pretty girl."

He grins. As a model getting called pretty is like calling a bodybuilder strong or a scientist smart. It’s something that occurs often and usually it’s what people tell you when they first meet you, yet it feels like a genuine compliment coming from Toji. You can’t help but stare directly in his face, still silenced by his sudden actions.

Once realization hits you, you try to cover you chest but Toji quickly puts your arms back down.

"You don’t wanna let me see you?" He says in an almost mocking tone, slightly pouting with the same look on his face that he uses to make fun of you when you’re mad at him.

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

His hands rest on your thighs, slowly making their way to the hem of your mini skirt.

"Toji…" Is all you manage to say in a quiet unsure tone before wrapping your arms around his neck.

You’d be lying if you said that Toji and you weren’t always dancing around that fine line of work and personal relationship, but despite some wandering hands here and there or a few flirty remarks on the side you never thought he’d take it this far.

It was easy to tell that you were attracted to Toji to say the least, but you still told everyone including your manager that you had no interest in him whatsoever.

Toji softly kisses your forehead as he spreads your legs further apart and lifts your skirt.

He smiles warmly at you as he traces around the hem of your panties before pushing the fabric to the side and gently rubbing his warm thumb against your clit.

Your body instantly reacts by flinching at the intense feeling, making Toji chuckle.

"It’s okay sweetheart, relax." He whispers, moving the other hand up to your still hardened nipples before tugging one.

His other hand keeps moving his thumb against your now swollen clit, making you grip harder into his shoulder.

As your core slowly begins to get wet he uses his index and middle finger to press against your entrance, leaving you gasping once he enters you.

"Atta girl." He looks proudly at you.

You use both of your hands to support your weight by leaning onto your palms and tilting your head back.

Toji slowly begins kissing your neck with both of his fingers still pushed deep into your cunt and his other hand toying with your nipple.

He trails his kisses further down to your chest before latching onto the other one, gently wrapping his tongue around it.

You can’t help but want more, you just need to feel more of him. You unconsciously start moving your hips more towards his hand in hopes of getting to feel more of his fingers but Toji quickly catches on to that.

He lightly catches your nipple between his teeth, making you stop your movements as he gives it a last rub with the tip of his tongue before letting go of it.

You whine when he stops, clearly not happy about his sudden halt.

"You want more princess?"

He grins, feeling you suck his fingers greedily deeper into you.

You nod at his question, sitting up straight to look at him and rub against the bulge in his pants.

"Say it.." He looks at you with a dead serious face.

"Huh?" You look confused back at him.

"If you want it so bad, then say it. Say that you want my dick, right here and right now."

He smirks.

"I’m not saying that." You refuse to participate in his power play, clearly just a weak attempt at an ego boost.

"Fine, as you wish." He shrugs before pulling both of his fingers out of you.

You gasp slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, still clenching around nothing.

"Noo, Toji!"

You’re surprised by how whiny your voice just got, but even more bothered at the stunt he just pulled.

"C’mon y/n 'm not stupid… you’re drippin' wet and you’re sitting here with your nipples all puffy, yet you’re somehow too prideful to admit that you want me? Just say the word and I’ll make you feel good."

He laughs, amused by your stubbornness.

"Fine goddamn! I want you Toji, I need you.. please…" you pout, immediately feeling shame all over your body…

"That’s all I wanted to hear sweetheart."

Toji's smirk widens.

"But I need you to get off there, alright?"

He chuckles as you take his hand and hop off the kitchen island, not sure where this is going yet. Toji doesn’t hesitate and pulls your panties down to your knees, leaving you just in your skirt. He stands right behind you and kisses your bare shoulder, making sure you’re not uncomfortable by tracing over your waist.

"Stop teasing me Toji…"

You complain frustratedly.

"Alright sweet cheeks, bend over then."

You immediately do as he says, leaning your upper body over the island and feeling one of his hands trails from your leg up to your ass.

You can quietly hear the buckle of his belt opening before he opens the zipper of his pants.

His other hand grips around your waist and you hear a small groan coming from Toji.

The side of your face, and your tits are pressed against the cool marble of the island and your back is slightly arched when you feel a tiny kiss being pressed on your shoulder.

"Let me know when it’s too much okay?"

Toji whispers in your year.

You nod quickly, not wanting to wait anymore when there’s suddenly a hand pushes one of your legs further apart.

It doesn’t take long until you feel his tip splitting your folds and rubbing against your clit, just like his thumb did earlier.

Toji takes a moment before starting to use a little bit of pressure to push into you.

He smirks smugly at the desperate sounds you’re making, trying to take his full length on the first try.

"Woah woah, calm down."

He pulls out again, before doing same thing all over again.

You try to relax as much as you can, feeling his hand rub over your back.

"That’s it princess, let me in. You’ve almost done it." He says before pushing much further this time. You bite your lip, holding any sounds back from slipping through your teeth.

"That’s a good girl, there we go."

Toji's voice is much gentler than before.

He hums with every thrust, feeling your warm walls suck him in.

Your eyes begin to water at the intensity of pain and pleasure mixing and your entire body starts getting warmer. Toji’s hand trails from your back up to your head and grabs the back of your head by your hair as he begins moving smother and faster.

You’ve never been this filled before and something in your body is telling you that you won’t be able to be that filled for much longer either. It’s not until you feel Toji’s other hand playing with your clit that you actually have to moan out loud. You try everything you can to hold back but it’s impossible.

With his full length inside you, the feeling of his fingers on you’re by now fully sensitive clit and your nipples rubbing themselves sore and perky against the stone of your kitchen island you just can’t keep it in anymore.

Toji immediately knows you’re climaxing by your cramping legs and tightening hole.

"Why didn’t you say you were close?"

He looks amused at you.

"I’m sorry…" you try to catch your breath.

"Oh no you’re good doll, don’t worry."

He still hasn’t stopped moving his full length in and out of you.

"You think you can spread your legs further one more time?" He asks you gently.

You nod, doing as he says.

Toji doesn’t hesitate and makes you suck him in a few more times before you hear him groan once more.

"Mhmmm, I knew you could do it."

He speaks and you feel him release himself deep inside you.

"I knew you were my good girl"

Can’t believe it’s been over a year omfg, I wanna start posting more especially since I have so many drafts, but I just can’t seem to finish them. :/ feel free to send requests, maybe it’ll help me get over my writers block and actually motivate me. Ly and don’t forget to reblog! 💕

[7brownsuga7]

Jealous Satoru doesn't get right, he gets even. Especially if it means fucking you senseless infront of the guy you were bold enough to flirt with, so be it. He'll make sure you never forget who you belong to.

He knows deep down inside you love it, the thrill of someone else watching you get rammed from behind, breasts spilling out of your bra from the precise impact of him fucking your tight cunt. He knows you crave being claimed so openly in front of someone else. You bite your lip because you know you should hate it, you really should, you should feel shame but who can blame you when his fat cock is stretching you out completely, giving you so much pleasure, it makes it hard to care. The way your body responds to him as his hips thrust, hitting that perfect spot leaves you weak.

His thrusts are punishing, grips on your hips are sure to leave bruises, and even though you can’t see it, you know there’s a wicked smirk on his face. The lustful man before you is revelling in the sight before him. Hand lazily working his hardened length as his eyes bore into the art that is you, the mesmerising sight unfolding infront of him.

Satoru doesn't miss a beat, one hand sliding up to play with your nipple, smirking at the way your moans grow louder. "See that?" he grunts into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. A hint of your vanilla and cocoa butter scent hitting him, making him go all the more feral. "Look at him-he can't stop staring. He wishes he could touch you, but guess what? You're mine. Every fucking inch of you."

You try to stifle your cries, but it's no use; the heat between your legs only builds with every word he spits, every slam of his hips into yours. The stranger before you doesn't look away-if anything, his arousal only fuels your shame-tinged excitement.

"You love this," he taunts, his tone arrogant. "Being fucked so good, you can't even remember his name, can you?"

And he's right.