#gojo x chubby black reader

[cyberrmusee]

thinking ab meangirl!reader x cocky!satoru

you’ve always been a bitch, that much you’ve known your whole life. always snapped at others over small shit, always having a snide remark or comment. always fucking mean. and oh lord, your mouth? the attitude? good fucking god it was the worst thing about you.

but to him? that was his favorite fucking part.

he loved your disrespectful commentary, the way you rolled your eyes whenever he opened his mouth to say anything. the way you talked down to him like he was a peasant, like he was less than you— fuck, it only fueled him more, and made his dick throb, it was so attractive to him.

you walked around with a permanent look of disgust on your face, for everyone and everything around you. you’re barely spoke but when you did, it was like sex for his ears.

your voice was laced with something dark but sweet, like molasses, layered with venom and spite, and satoru swore he could hear his future being spelled out whenever you shot your rude ass words at him.

“the fuck do you want, you blue eyed parasite?” your words attacked him in the best way, wrapping around his eardrums and spiraling straight down south to his dick, as always.

you stood there, brow raised, a genuine look of boredom and disinterest on your face. one hand on your hip, the other holding your binder and books. lips lined darkly, gloss shining, and your braids, half up half down with a claw clip as the lower half fell by your waist as you stared at, or rather through him.

fucking hell, he thought he could cum right there on the spot just from looking at you.

“i don’t have time for this stupid shit, get the fuck out of my way weirdo.” you sighed pushing past him because he gave you no response. he smirked, grabbing your wrist before you could fully make it past him.

“c’mon gorgeous, don’t be like that.” he mused sweetly at you. though he really wanted you to be exactly like that, if not worse. he loved it, you were borderline evil, and he swore up and down you were the love of his fucking life.

“be like what? get the fuck off of me.” you spat out meanly, snatching your wrist out of his grasp, rolling your eyes along with the motion. you looked him up and down, irritated, your fuse had always been quite short anyways.

he only grinned, and i mean a shit eating grin at your words, leaning against the wall in the corridor of your colleges english building, staring down at you.

you sighed deeply, already knowing where this was headed. it was the same thing with him every time you saw the white haired menace. he’d been begging you every single day, all semester to go on a date with him, but you always refused.

“let me take you on a date.” he smiled.

“i’d rather play in traffic.” you deadpanned.

“c’mon one date beautiful, and if it’s that bad, i’ll never ask you again” he smirked as he folded his arms across his chest.

you pinched the bridge of your nose and screwed your eyes shut as you head dropped, a long and almost pitiful sigh leaving you.

you were so tired of this shit, so tired of him, so so SO fucking tired. so you did the only thing you thought would get him to shut the hell up and leave you alone—

“fine. friday, 8pm, the bistro downtown. i’ll meet you there.” you gritted out through your teeth.

he stood up straight, eyebrows shooting up and jaw dropping at your answer “what?” he said confused, you always said no, it was his favorite part of this whole thing he always did, you ashing yes had actually left the blue eyed beauty stunned.

you looked up to see his expression, one of shock, and rolled your eyes “close your fucking mouth you idiot.” you sighed rubbing your temple, this conversation was creating a headache for you at this point.

“the bistro, friday, 8pm. i’ll meet you there, and if you’re even one fucking minute late, im cussing you out.” you deadpanned as your eyes bore into his.

he quickly schooled his expression, masking his flustered state with a smirk. “yes ma’am, i’ll see you on friday.” he smiled.

you only rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed as you pushed past him “whatever. now leave me the fuck alone.” you bit out at him as you left him there by himself.

and god it felt like the heavens had opened up and shined the warmest light on him, he was high on the entire interaction with you, and friday couldn’t come fast enough.

[nanamincreampie]

Brownie Points

Satoru Gojo x Black plus size reader

Context: You bake all the time, especially for Satoru. So when he sees a tray of rich brownies on the counter, of course, he thinks they’re his. The problem is… they’re Suguru’s very strong edibles. Now your clingy, red-eyed boyfriend is wrapped around your thighs, confessing his love, and swearing he can hear colors, and all you wanted was a quiet Saturday.

Contains: fluff, Gojo being high asf, Suguru enjoying this a bit too much

It was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday.

You had the apartment to yourself, the faint hum of your favorite playlist echoing from the kitchen as you tidied up. The oven was off. The dishes were done. You’d even taken a quick shower and slathered on your favorite whipped shea butter, vanilla almond, the one Satoru swore made you smell “biteable.”

You had just one thing left to do before he got back from running errands: hide the edibles.

The brownies. The strong brownies. The "one square will send a grown man to Saturn" brownies that Suguru made for your next girls’ night.

Only...you kind of forgot.

The Tupperware sat right there on the counter. No label. No warning. Just six rich, glossy squares of chocolatey goodness in one of your prettiest baking containers, the same kind you usually used for Satoru’s treats.

And just as you stepped into the bedroom to grab your bonnet, the front door swung open.

“Baaaabe! I forgot to eat breakfast,” Satoru called, his voice echoing through the apartment as he kicked his shoes off. “Do we have snacks?”

Your heart dropped. “Wait—”

Too late.

You emerged from the hallway like it was a horror movie scene, the smell of sugar and poor decision-making thick in the air. You were just in time to watch your tall, lanky boyfriend lick the last of the brownie crumbs from his thumb, looking so pleased with himself.

“I knew you loved me,” he grinned. “Did you bake these for me? I almost cried, they were so good.”

Your lips parted. “How many did you eat?”

He blinked, then gave a sheepish shrug. “Uh... all of them? There were only six. You’ve made more than that before, greedy.”

You stared at him. “Satoru.”

“Hmm?”

“Those weren’t for you.”

A beat of silence passed. Then another. And then very slowly, Satoru blinked again. His fingers curled into his hoodie pocket like he suddenly forgot what to do with his hands.

“...Wait.”

You took a step closer. “They were edibles. Suguru made them for me.”

Satoru stood frozen for a moment before letting out a nervous, delayed laugh. “...Like...weed-edibles?”

“Yes. Extreme ones. He told me to only eat half of one if I had stuff to do.”

Satoru opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked down at his now-empty hands. “...So I ate all six…?”

“Six.” You repeated it, like the number alone might send you into cardiac arrest. “You’re gonna be so high, Toru.”

And right on cue, it hit him like a train.

His pupils started to dilate. His knees wobbled a bit. He leaned dramatically against the fridge like it had suddenly become his best friend.

“Ohhhhhh,” he breathed, sliding down slowly to the kitchen floor. “Oh no. Oh babe. Oh baby.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I’m getting the water.”

Twenty Minutes Later

Satoru was completely horizontal on the living room carpet, one sock off and his hoodie half-zipped like he’d tried to wrestle it mid-episode. His snow-white hair stuck up in every direction, and his eyes were red-rimmed and glassy, like he’d just watched the final scene of The Notebook while cutting onions.

You crouched beside him, holding a water bottle with a bendy straw near his lips. “Drink this. Please.”

“Do you even understand,” he said slowly, “how warm your hands are?”

You sighed. “I am begging you to stay hydrated.”

“No no no, I’m serious. Your hands are like... like lil’ heated blankets with cocoa butter.” He wrapped both arms around your waist and pressed his face into your thigh like a sleepy cat. “You smell so good. Are you trying to kill me?”

You tried not to laugh, you really did. But he was so sincere.

You ran your fingers gently through his hair. “You’re okay. Just ride it out.”

“I feel like I can hear colors,” he mumbled. “And I know the color blue is talking shit.”

That did it. You snorted and reached for your phone. One quick video later, and you were texting Suguru.

🎥 [attached video] your boy just ate six of the brownies. i tried to stop him. send help.

Seconds later, Suguru replied:

LMAOOOOOO 💀 tell him he’s gonna float above the apartment in about 45 min put on some lo-fi and give him snacks

You flipped your phone to show the message to Satoru. “Suguru says—”

“I love Suguru,” Satoru sighed dreamily. “But not like I love you. You’re my wife. Even if you don’t wanna get married. I already decided.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I saw you the first time in that little polka dot apron,” he whispered, staring up at you like you hung the moon. “And I was like...that’s her. That’s my girl. Thick thighs, pretty smile, always smells like cake. That’s her.”

Your cheeks burned. “You are so high right now.”

“I’d say it sober too,” he insisted, now clinging to your waist like a koala. “M’not letting you go. You’re so soft. So warm. You ever just...feel lucky you get to touch yourself?”

You choked. “Satoru!”

He gasped. “No no no, not like that! I mean, like—like your skin! It’s so nice! You’re like a heated mochi pillow.”

You wheezed, trying to stifle your laugh as you gently pried him off your leg. “Come on, let’s get you on the couch.”

It took five whole minutes, a blanket cape, and a lot of negotiation, mostly bribing him with your lap as a pillow, but eventually, Satoru was curled up on the couch with his head in your lap and the water bottle resting against his chest like a teddy bear.

You reached for your phone again.

🎥 [another video] he said i’m a “heated mochi pillow.” if he proposes again i’m blaming you

Suguru replied instantly:

this is the best day of my life. film everything. i’m making a compilation.

One Hour Later

Satoru hadn’t stopped talking for forty minutes straight.

You’d let him ramble. You’d nodded along. You’d even recorded the part where he described your stretch marks as “tiger stripes from god.” But now he was going off on a tangent about quitting his job and becoming your “full-time house husband slash muse.”

“I’ll pose in an apron,” he said, sipping water like it was a fine wine. “You can feed me little cupcake samples while I read you affirmations.”

“You don’t even like sitting still,” you reminded him.

“I’d sit for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Just sit?”

“...With my ass out.”

You burst out laughing, nearly dropping your phone. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m in love,” he said, beaming up at you with glossy, half-lidded eyes. “Hopelessly. Eternally. I’d bake myself into a pie if you asked.”

“No more pie metaphors,” you warned, brushing hair from his face.

“You are the pie.”

You just shook your head and leaned down to kiss his temple. “Alright, my little cosmic brownie.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed. “Say it again.”

“What, cosmic brownie?”

He wiggled his brows. “Yeah. It’s sexy.”

Evening

Eventually, the high started to wear off. Satoru was dozing off, his long limbs tangled in the blanket, your body heat keeping him grounded. His grip on your hand hadn’t loosened once.

You were tired too. But part of you didn’t want to move. You just watched him, chest rising and falling, that tiny smile still lingering on his lips.

Your phone buzzed one last time.

Suguru: he gonna remember any of this? You: maybe half Suguru: tell him next time, start with ONE. and label your shit 💀 You: i will. You: …maybe.

You locked your phone and looked back down at the man curled up in your lap, lips parted, cheek squished against your soft thighs like they were the comfiest thing he’d ever known.

And you couldn’t help but smile.

Even high out of his mind, Satoru was your goofy, clingy, wildly in love with you boyfriend, and honestly?

He could eat your brownies anytime.

(Well... maybe just one.)

[vampeliic]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

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Two Months Too Long

poor gojo just wants his lovely wife to himself… but the house has been way too full.

gojo x female!reader, nsfw, virgin!reader, mdni

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You loved your family. You loved his friends. You’d smiled through every gathering, every sudden visit, every “we were just in the neighborhood” moment that somehow ended in sleepovers and breakfast for six. You didn’t complain. You didn’t want to be ungrateful. They were happy for your marriage, and you were too.

But two months?

Two whole months.

Not one single night to yourselves. Not one uninterrupted moment where you could curl into your husband's arms and let him touch you the way he wanted to. The way he needed to.

And Gojo—bless him—had been trying.

At first, it was teasing: a soft groan against your ear as he passed behind you in the kitchen. Wandering hands beneath the blanket during movie nights, barely concealed under the weight of guests spread across your couch. Quick kisses that left your lips tingling and your thighs pressed together beneath your sundress.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not for him.

And definitely not for you.

Because it didn’t stop there.

By week three, Gojo’s restraint had worn paper-thin. He was constantly behind you. Pressing against your back in the hallway, brushing his lips over your shoulder while pretending to reach for something overhead. His palm would rest just a little too long on your waist when people were watching—but when they weren’t?

He’d dip low and whisper filth against your skin. Hot, needy things that made your face flush and your thighs ache. Things he meant.

“m'Gonna come in my pants if you keep sitting like that, baby…”

“Can’t even look at you without thinking about how good that pussy’s gonna feel wrapped around me.”

“Bet you’re dripping under that little dress, huh? All soft and untouched and mine.”

You’d wake up in the middle of the night with his arms around your waist and his hard-on pressed firm into your ass. Sometimes he’d rut against you in his sleep, breath hitching, hand sliding beneath your shirt, just resting there. Shaking with need.

By the end of week six, you were both losing it.

He wouldn’t let you bend over in front of him anymore. Wouldn’t let you wear certain dresses in the house. Wouldn’t sit on the same couch during movie night because he knew he’d end up pulling you onto his lap, rocking you against his clothed cock until you soaked through your panties.

You were holding your breath every damn day. Hiding the way your nipples hardened when he walked in the room. The way your core throbbed just from watching him clench his jaw in frustration. The way you got wet when he looked at you like he might say fuck it—consequences be damned—and take you right there on the kitchen counter.

Eventually, you both agreed on the “pillow rule.”

Something. Anything to keep the peace. To keep your hands to yourselves. At night, you'd sleep with a firm pillow between your bodies like a pathetic little chastity belt. You both laughed the first night—Gojo called it “the cockblock cushion”—but now?

Now?

Now the pillow was discarded on the floor.

You sat on his lap, legs sprawled over his, your cotton sleep shirt hitched up around your waist, the only barrier long gone. His deep, shaky breaths fanned the back of your neck, nose pressed into your skin like he couldn’t get close enough.

“I can’t—ngghhh,” you whimpered, hips twitching at the slow, maddening drag of his fingers inside you.

“Shh, baby. Shh,” he whispered again, kissing the shell of your ear, voice thick and desperate. “Quiet. They’re still here.”

And they were.

His best friend was passed out on the downstairs couch. Your cousin and her boyfriend had taken the guest room. Someone else had claimed the pull-out. The house was full—every room but this one.

But you couldn’t care.

Not when his fingers were moving like that—slow and deep and so damn intentional. Curling just right. Knuckles pressing against the lips of your pussy, dragging slick sounds from your core that you both prayed the fan would drown out.

His abs clenched hard beneath your back every time you fluttered around his fingers. “I know it’s a lot, baby,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your jaw, “I know it feels so good, but we need this…”

And god, you did.

His hands didn’t stop. One arm wrapped tight around your middle, palm flat and firm over the plush of your stomach like he loved the way you filled his hands. The other worked between your thighs with slow, desperate care—slick, messy strokes hidden only by the hush of your shallow breathing and the fan humming overhead.

Your body arched helplessly, thighs trembling around him, every curve aching with the heat he’d stirred up for weeks. Your fingers dug into his forearm where it circled your belly. You felt stretched and full and so warm, everything pulsing with years of restraint unraveling in seconds. The press of his palm against your mound sent sparks up your spine, and you bit your lip so hard you tasted copper.

“I-I thought we were waiting,” you breathed out, voice soft and broken, barely there.

“We were,” Gojo said, dragging his lips down your neck, tongue flicking out to soothe the spot he’d just kissed. “But I waited through the wedding. Waited through the honeymoon we never got. Waited through eight goddamn weeks of company—of you walking around in little nightgowns with no idea how close I was to losing it.”

He curled his fingers inside you then, slow and deep.

And then—you felt it.

His other hand trailing upward, warm and steady as it cupped your breast, fingers slipping beneath your shirt to find your nipple.

Gojo groaned—deep and strained, like even he couldn’t take it anymore.

His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, circling strokes, teasing it to a stiff peak before giving it a gentle tug. You shuddered, keening softly.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “So soft. So fuckin’ perfect everywhere. I could spend hours on these tits alone.”

He twisted gently, just enough to make your hips jolt and your walls flutter around his fingers. It was too much—his hand on your nipple, his fingers inside you, his mouth dragging kisses over your cheek like you were the only thing he believed in.

“Good girl,” he rasped, kissing your cheek again, then down to your jaw. “My good girl. Look how fuckin’ pretty you are like this.”

You were soaked.

Messy.

So full of him you thought you might cry.

“I-it’s too much,” you gasped, eyes fluttering, voice high and breathless. “Feels so good—too good, I never—oh my god—I never felt like this…”

You rambled helplessly, your thoughts unraveling like thread, hips rolling without control.

And when you clenched hard, back arching, mouth dropping open in a sharp, helpless moan—Gojo felt it.

His breath caught—then he moaned, low and guttural, thrusting up against your plush ass with barely concealed need. And just as your cry spilled out, his hand slipped from your breast to your mouth, covering it quickly, palm broad and warm against your lips.

He panted against your ear, voice trembling with restraint. “Oh fuck—there she is. That sweet little virgin cunt just milking my fingers,” he whispered, filthy and low. “So tight for me. So perfect.”

You whined into his palm, whole body shaking. The pressure was unbearable now—sharp and tight and growing—your thighs trembling, stomach tightening with every curl of his fingers and every flick of his thumb.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he murmured again, his hand never slowing. “Wanna feel you soak my fingers. Right here in our bed, while everyone else sleeps. Want you to make a mess for me. Wanna see you squirt all over my fuckin’ hand.”

You whimpered, nodded—helpless.

And with one final stroke—his fingers curling deep, his thumb flicking faster, his teeth nipping your earlobe—you shattered.

Trembling, gasping beneath his hand, you came hard—sensitive, overwhelmed, wetness gushing down your thighs as you squirted for the first time in your life. Your whole body jerked, your chubby frame spasming in his lap while your pussy clenched around his fingers like a vice.

Gojo groaned against your ear, holding you down with one arm like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Fuck, fuck—that’s it,” he moaned, kissing your cheek as you writhed. “That’s my girl. You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.”

He held you through it, his free arm still tight around your waist, his lips never leaving your face—your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth—whispering praises while you came apart in his lap.

Only when your body finally sagged against him, limp and breathless, did he move his hand from your mouth and kiss you, slow and deep and full of all the things he hadn’t said.

“I love you,” he breathed against your lips.

[sanjisblackasswife]

I been replaying RDR2 again after about 4 years and guess where my mind is rn lmao

Cowboy!Gojo that has no idea what the “Cowboy Hat Rule” was until his best friend Geto told him.

“SHE DID WHAT BECAUSE SHE TOOK YOUR HAT?!”

“Yeah, she always takes it the most when she’s ovulate—-wait how the hell you didn’t know?”

He was in disbelief lmao.

…and a bit turned on.

He’s been dating his cute chubby girlfriend for a while, but never noticed that she’d always take his hat after riding.

Gojo was fucking clueless, but it was cute. It was even cuter when you noticed he was insisting more on you to take his hat now, you figured he’d eventually catch on.

So when he tilted his head forward towards you a little, not missing how his two different blue colored eyes darted at your breast spilling out your jean cut off shirt you took hold of his cowboy hat to wear.

Not much long after he scooped you up to kiss you, a heavy breath of “Can we go home, miss?” between your plumped lips made your core already ache. Looking at his already flushed hot cheeks, his killer smirk that gave you a sneak peak of his silver tooth gem he loved to flash at you when in passing, gosh…Gojo was insufferable in the best way.

That’s what got you here, on the floor of your bedroom, your fat brown jiggly ass bouncing against his pelvis, with every slap of skin was one of the loudest and pornographic moans Gojo could muster up.

His longer slender veiny hands leaving indents into your sweaty hips, guiding you and and down, on occasion he’d use his strength to his advantage and slam you back down to completely take in every inch of his dick that left a loud wet squelching noise below you.

“Toru! Toru yes! Toru! Toru!”

Your moans, your scent, and not to mention how fucking beautiful your back looked so arched just for him. He didn’t even have all of his clothes off, his black button down fall off his shoulder and pants down to his ankles, restricting his legs to spread further to feel even more of your pussy sucking him in.

Gojo looks down to peak at the white creamy mess between you both, both his cum and your arousal splattered on your thighs and cunt, even a little on your ass he was already craving to lick off you once your cum one more time, he moans at the sight, using his right thumb to pull back your labia a little for more of a view.

“Oh baby…” His voice chokes out, whimpering your name so softly, and sweet despite the roughness of his hands slapping your ass cheeks in appreciation, “Use me baby, c’mon use this dick and cum on me again. You can do it, pretty girl i know you can…”

and of course the star of the show (next to your pussy)—-

Was his pretty white cow boy hat resting on top of your braids, damn he really hopes you take it more often if you were ganna be like this.

[2cupids]

perverted yoga instructor!gojo whose bright and outgoing personality has brought him a large following. pair that with his good looks and it’s made him one of the most followed yoga teachers in the country. his classes are always in high demand, with people coming from all over just for one class. it’s not uncommon having to book a class months in advance sometimes and wait in the queue for the next available spot, especially in the spring and summer months.

but masked behind his good looks and charm, lies a twisted mind of perversion. he’s constantly trapped in a room with women of all shapes and sizes; it's like he’s a kid in a candy shop who can take his pick from the wide ranging selection whenever he wants without the risk of ever being caught.

his sharp eyes pick up any and everyone whose form is improper while watching the women get in position, quickly walking over to each one to fix it. his smooth voice flows through the room as he speaks into the mic next to his mouth, instructing people to tighten up their form, now noticing the even larger number of women who are doing it wrong. 

of course no one bats an eye at what looks to be gojo just being a helpful and attentive teacher as he goes around to help and he knows it. but his true intentions are much deeper than just placing a hand on a woman’s lower back to help adjust her posture. 

what no one knows is how excited he gets as his fingertips gently touch the material of her yoga top or pants, and if he’s lucky, sometimes her exposed skin. any position where a woman’s ass is in the air or that exposes some cleavage is undoubtedly his favorite. and he always manages to conveniently position himself at the front or back of the room during these positions, wherever the view is the best from honestly.

obviously many women throw themselves at him, from bored housewives to young college students, even the older women who come to keep their bodies healthy. he always politely declines, much to everyone’s dismay, which earns him many groans and displeased looks thrown his way as he gives them that handsome smile and thanks them for finding him attractive. 

satoru gojo isn’t looking for a relationship or even a fling, at most he just wants a one time thing. if he’s being honest though, he’s far more content with continuing to appear as an unassuming man to hide his deeply rooted deviant mind. a man that goes home and fervently fists his cock while flipping through every perverted memory and thought.

that is until you come around. now he wants nothing more than to feel your body against his, no matter what it takes.

you’re a fresh face he notices in his class one day but he tries not to pay you too much attention, knowing how sad he’ll be if you happen not to come back and he doesn’t get to ogle that beautiful body of yours anymore. so when you begin to make regular appearances, he’s more than just thrilled, he’s ecstatic.

during class, his eyes not only flicker towards you more than any other woman in the room as he speaks, but they linger on your body longer as he makes his way around the class, too. often times he’ll find any excuse to touch you even though your form doesn’t need the slightest bit of fixing. the women with keen senses pick up on the small details that most normal people would overlook when it comes to gojo and his attention. you’re suddenly given unwelcomed looks of spite from them, completely unaware that they’re jealous you’ve caught the hot yoga instructor’s eye instead of them.

it’s not until one day as you’re rolling up your mat that you’re suddenly aware of the special liking gojo has taken to you. you’re the last one left in the room with him and he approaches you, appearing to make small talk with you, but his glances at your breast don’t go unnoticed. after a few minutes, he lets you go and wishes you a nice afternoon, but not before he lets his hand go to your back as you’re about to walk away.

the next few classes go by without incident and gojo starts to think he won’t get his way after all, maybe he should’ve just given into one of the other dumb broads in the first place. he’s starting to feel dejected and seeing you regularly only makes him feel worse. soon, he’s back to his usual self though, showing every woman in the class an equal amount of attention again, telling himself to give up and forget you.

weeks later, you find yourself to be the last one to leave class again today. 

now, the way everything went down from that point is up for debate, depending on who’s asked, gojo or yourself. the only thing that’s not up for debate right now is how gojo’s got you pressed up against the mirror in the studio with your back nicely arched as satoru digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass which is sure to leave marks, keeping your cheeks spread wide so he can watch his cock disappear into your juicy pussy with each thrust.

condensation fogs up the area of the mirror where your face is pressed to the glass, eyes shut as gojo’s deep voice tells you all the dirty thoughts he’s had of you. an opaque white ring clings to the base of gojo’s pale dick, a result of your juices leaking onto his shaft from the constant friction. deep blue eyes glance up at your pretty and fucked out face, taking in the sight of you. 

you’re really all his at this moment. submitting your entire self to him, letting him use you to his liking just like a fuck toy. without even realizing it, his hips come to an involuntarily halt as spurts of hot cum shoot into your pussy making your soft walls flutter around him.

gojo doesn’t go soft, he’s still extremely hard and ready for more, so without another thought he wastes no time in maneuvering both your bodies onto the floor, manhandling you into a perfect position for fucking that he’s taught in class before.

the fat tip pokes at your slick lips for the second time as he starts round two. he spits on your puckered asshole before slipping his thick thumb inside while roughly snapping his hips into your supple flesh.

[merakidoll]

college boy gojo x milf neighbor reader! | yandere if you squint

tonight was your annual laddies night out. no kids, just you and your girls sitting in a pretty restaurant in your skimpiest dresses; sipping on the most expensive wine. usually during laddies nights it was a rule, no phones. yet, you couldn’t help but look at the bright screen, dinging of your ringer going off uncontrollably.

snow white💙 : missin you. wish you were here to suffocate me with that pussy :(

snow white 💙: when are you coming back?

snow white 💙: you wouldn’t believe how hard i am for you mommy

you could only deep sigh at the multitude of messages, legs squishing together as you turned off your phone, preparing yourself for what’s to happen when you got home tonight. yet, it wouldn’t happen when you got home, but at the restaurant. gojo was already close when you had turned your phone off. was he obsessed with you? yes, and he wasn’t scared to admit it. he moved really slyly, watching as you took a sip of your drink before saying how you had to go to the bathroom. gojo followed behind you, making sure you didn’t see him

he walked into the bathroom quickly, locking the door behind him, just watching as you touched up your lip gloss- painfully unaware of your surroundings. “mommy” his deep voice scared you, his tall figure behind you in the mirror making your breath hitch. he looked good, so good in fact. a cropped jersey showing off the abs that he was never scared to show. your eyes could only skim his muscular body wetness pooling your panties, while you turned to face him.

“go? what are you doing here?” your question would go unasked, the will to tell him that he had to leave, leaving as quickly as he smashed his lips against your own. “missed you, is that so bad?” it was. “n-no pretty boy” his large hands gripped your ass in the red dress, raising it up when the kiss got deeper to slap your ass, making you moan into him. a kiss turned into you on his shoulders. gojo’s strength always shocked you, but goodness you loved it.

his face was deep in your cunt, back leaning against the sink groaning at the mouthful of wetness his mouth continued to slurp up. you began to hump your cunt into him, gripping his white locks as your orgasm approached - fast. you could hear the knock at the door, but your ears were already ringing, mouth wide as one last drawn out moan echoed out into the room. squirt filling the eager mouth.

[angelsyrip]

[tvgals]

pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru who gives you backshots for the first time, he can’t help but let his tongue drop out his mouth as his calloused hands grip hard onto your hips.

pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru who moans and whimpers more than you do, his eyes roaming all around your pretty, pliable body. you praise him and tell him; “you’re doing so well for me, baby..keep going” and that only coaxes him to fuck you harder.

pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru that leans his upper body over your back, his head resting on your shoulder as he drools on on the pillow laying under you. you bring your hand up to squeeze his cheeks and you turn your head to press quick kisses to his face.

pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru who twitches as he feels his high coming, your manicured hands scratching his head. “you can do it, ‘toru…cmon.” you whisper. satoru cums into your wet, warm pussy with a loud moan and quiet chants of your name.

he loves his pretty baby so much 😚

[cyberrmusee]

Hello thereee❤️❤️I loved your loser!choso hc and I thought you would be interested in this:

How do you think jjk characters would react if their crush flirted with another person in front of them? Maybe they never told or showed to the reader that they are interested in them so reader is totally oblivious

hiii baby doll!! ty for the request! <33 i wanted to take this opportunity to write my first smau with this scenario, i’ll include the rest of the jjk men in part two!

part 2

contains: jealous jjk men, ooc a lil bit, defff crack, reader is verrryyy oblivious (maybe a lil stupid too)

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, choso x reader.

[vampeliic]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

his prize possession ! idk what this really is yall… it’s a drabble ig …

His favorite kind of girls were the lonely ones who sat alone at the bars while their friends danced around with other men, gosh he could go for those all day - taking them to his home and molding them into his personal 'good little girls' before slowly getting tired of them and throwing them out. But the day he found you he just couldn't throw you out.. he wanted to keep you. You were his prize possession, he treated you like a trophy — everything you wanted he would get not matter what it was.

But if you want something you had to do something back in return and those 'returns' were movies for him... the once sweet man at the bar offering to pay for your drinks and making you giggle now had your hands tied up with a camera in your face. “Smile for me baby” his voice raspy but heavenly — the only thing you could do was smile. “Good girl” his ‘good girl ’.. his ‘ innocent girl ’.. his ‘ beautiful piece of art ’.

His friends were even jealous of him. His sweet girl who started to do everything for him — “ my love .. could you make our guest some tea? ” your sweet smile and cheerful voice made the other men crave you. “ you’re a lucky man ” , “ mmm i would love to be laid up with her all day ” , “ her innocence… it would drive me insane ” , “ she’s such a sweetheart ” .

Those were a few things his friends would say about you — sometimes they would be sweet and kind things but sometimes it would be very sexual things. Yet he never got mad but instead he would do some of the things with you … fucking you by a big open window, playing with you under the tables at restaurants, or even teasing you in front of his friends. You were his ‘ prize possession ’ and his only.

“shh.. shh you’re okay my sweet girl” he whispered in your ear causing a goosebump reaction to hit your warm body. pumping and pumping you felt your nails dig deeper into his back while his cold hands helped your body bounce on his thick cock — “ you feel it baby? is that why you are lost for words? ” the non stop pumping now had your legs twitching. You felt his breath against your skin .. it was heavy and yet steady. he wanted to please this his toy … because again you are his prize possession and soon to be the love of his life.

[user-voidx]

Blasphemy

feat. Gojo Satoru

cw: obsessive thoughts, religious themes + kink, innocence fixation, suggestive content, suit-straining arousal, Gojo being unhinged and unsaintly(in thoughts alone). yh..

Satoru had every intention of being on his best behavior today. Suit crisp, hair gelled back, not a single joke about death or heaven on his tongue. His grandmother was sick. Fragile. Resting. He owed her quiet, dignity, and presence.

But then you walked in, and all of that good intention turned to rot.

He didn’t even know your name yet.

All he knew was that you stepped into the hospital room behind his grandmother’s friend, your face soft and calm, the folds of your long black habit moving like water as you walked. That white veil framed your pretty, round face like you were carved out of sugar and devotion. Head bowed. Hands folded. A cross swinging gently over the slope of your tits.

And Satoru got hard in two seconds flat.

His cock pressed up stiff against the zipper of his suit pants. It throbbed — literally throbbed — just from watching you stand there quietly and smile at the old women. Your voice, when you finally spoke, was like honey warming on a stove. Gentle. Unshaken. Pure.

And that only made it worse.

Because it wasn’t just your body that wrecked him, though God, you had the kind of body that didn’t belong in any church — thick thighs hidden under too much fabric, a soft belly that peeked from behind your folded arms when you knelt, tits full and heavy even in modest clothes.

It was the innocence. The way you looked down when his grandma smiled at you. The way you started to pray like you actually meant it. Like your heart was clean. Like your mouth had never been fucked. Like your pussy had never been touched — not by you, not by anyone.

He wanted to be the one to touch it.

Satoru’s cock throbbed again, painfully. He adjusted his hips in the hospital chair as discreetly as he could, eyes devouring you through dark tinted lenses. He didn’t look away when you dropped to your knees beside his grandmother’s bed, whispering quiet prayers for her healing, your soft lips parting gently as your voice hummed through the silence.

And all he could think about was ruining you.

His brain flooded with filth:

Your thighs around his face, trembling.

Your cunt stretched around his cock, dripping.

Your mouth gagging on him in a bathroom stall while your rosary beads clinked against the tile.

You looked like you were ready to be devoured.

He imagined dragging you into the hospital chapel, pushing you down onto the altar with your habit still on, skirts shoved up to your waist. Imagined splitting you open on his cock while you cried, hands gripping the crucifix around your neck like it might save you from what he was doing.

And you’d try to fight it. He could see it. Hear it. That little trembling gasp as he rubbed his fingers over your panties, found you soaked through. You’d whisper please, voice cracking, eyes wide.

Please, we shouldn’t.

Please, it’s wrong.

Please, I’ve never…

That word would break him. Never.

Never been kissed like that. Never been fingered on holy ground. Never been stretched until your walls shook around the thick weight of him, sobbing into his shoulder, begging for mercy.

He’d give you none.

Satoru’s hand curled into a fist on his thigh, cock thick and leaking behind his zipper, pre soaking through his briefs. He could feel it. Sticky. Hot. His whole body tense.

You kept praying.

And that just made it worse.

You didn’t look at him once. Not once. Like you didn’t feel his eyes crawling over you, dragging across your tits, your thighs, the back of your neck where soft curls peeked beneath your veil. You didn’t seem to notice how fucking dangerous it was to kneel in front of him like that with your soft little mouth moving like a goddamn hymn.

He wanted to spit in that mouth. He wanted to ruin your voice.

God forgive him, he wanted to hear what that sweet voice sounded like choking on his cock.

He closed his eyes briefly, jaw tight. Tried to breathe. Tried to pull his thoughts back to the room.

And then his grandmother stirred in bed.

“Satoru?”

His grandmother’s voice cut through the haze, fragile but sharp. His eyes opened.

Fuck. He forgot she was awake.

He turned slowly and lifted his sunglasses, eyes meeting hers.

“Yeah, grandma?”

Her cloudy gaze drifted past him, settling on you kneeling softly by the bed. Her wrinkled mouth curved into a knowing smile.

“She’s pretty,” she said quietly. “You should go to church more often.”

Gojo nearly choked on his own breath.

You didn’t hear her—you were still murmuring prayers, head bowed, unaware of the storm behind his eyes.

He turned back toward the bed, lips curving into a devilish smirk. His voice dropped low, dark with promise.

“I just might."

She chuckled, falling back into the bed, eyes closed, listening.

And you?

You stayed kneeling, hands clasped.

Praying.

Completely unaware that Satoru Gojo was staring at you with his cock hard as steel in a suit tailored for elegance, biting his tongue so he didn’t groan, imagining what your pussy would feel like if he bent you over that little side table and whispered dirty scripture into your ear while you cried for both of them — God and him.

[sanjisblackasswife]

JJK Men with a GF with a Fat Ass (NSFW-ISH)

…I’m taking a small break from drawing and I missed doing HCs. Shaddap.

Ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso

Black ! Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Twt Links!, mentions of sex, men are a bit OOC

Gojo

Gojo definitely does this to you anytime you lay on his lap. And if he finds out you’re not wearing any panties under it…welp..all plans are now cancelled

He’s a pervert and it’s your fault.

He’s never really seen women of your stature often so when you both were younger he was so BLUNT with his thoughts about your body.

“You have a very voluptuous—“

“Imma stop you right there….VO-WHO?”

“You don’t know what the word vo—-“

“No, I know. I’m confused as to why you are using that word when talking about my ass.”

Gojo is 6’6-7” , he’s a big nigga, but can he handle a big behind?

No.

No he cannot.

He constantly uses his blindfolded eyes to shamelessly watch the way your walk across the room in public. His poker face is actually impressive, but if you couldn’t see how tight his fist were in his pockets it’d prove otherwise.

He’s so got damn childish he does this shit sometimes because he thinks your ass is perfect for playing on

“CAN YOU STOP.”

“Whhhyyyyuuuhhhhhh.”

When you wear moomoo’s or a big shirt it is his favorite

Yup.

Moomoo.

Your ass is free to move and shake to its desire and he just watches in awe. He loves you bad.

Another thing he loves doing is napping on your butt, he doesn’t sleep often, unfortunately, but he can attest that the best nap he has ever taken was in between your plush thighs and ass.

He blames his pretty little girlfriend as to why he is now an ass man when he initially was a boob guy.

Geto

He takes these kinda pictures with you which sometimes leads to him pulling down your underpants and massaging it with his bare hands to then licking or kissing it to then…eating…you…out…while you’re standing.

He loves watching you put on clothes.

Having to shake, jump, and wiggle yourself into some pants is actually so sexy to him.

If your butt is anything like mine and is HEAVY. He LOVES it even more , watching the way the movement in your butt and thighs to match is something Geto finds so so mesmerizing.

One thing about Geto he’s very sneaky, he’ll come up behind you to help pull up your bottoms you clearly need no help putting on, and everytime he does you can feel a slight pressure on your ass that is a verrrryyy familiar feel to a bulge.

He can’t help it, your ass is so pretty.

Sitting on his lap is a must, whether he is talking with someone in public or doing some work he needs to feel your weight on him.

The first time you sat on his lap you swore you heard a groan. When you turned to ask him if he was okay, his cheeks were very pink.

He denies it to this day, but even if he did it’s your fault because why does your ass feel so good against his pelvis?

Showers with Geto are so insufferable in the best way because once you finish cleaning yourself your long haired boyfriend can’t wait to practically grind and hump against you into the cool shower wall.

He definitely loves hugging you from behind, swaying you back and forth. To others it’s a cute gesture seeing such a big man hold you so close, practically dwarfing you , only you and him know the real intention behind it was just him whispering how good you look in that dress and how badly he wants you.

Geto is such a sensual person next to nanami. Even after sex and you’re laying with him in a bliss he finds his way to continue his love by kissing and licking you down and praises of how beautiful and sexy you are even after such activities. He calls it “Cleaning you up”…little perv.

“‘Was wrong?… Embarrassed?”

“YES.”

“Good, now c’mere.”

Toji

Ass eater.🫵🏾

That’s an ass eater he eat ass🫵🏾.

Toji “Ass Eater” Fushiguro

You thought gojo was shameless? Toji is WORSE

As an ass connoisseur he prides himself on always reminding you how fine you are to him.

“You like my dress?”

“Hell yes, mama. Turn around for me.”

SWAT to the ass just to see it recoil

He definitely slaps and GRABS. It’s kinda hot though because he’ll do it anytime anywhere

For example you went with him to some horse racing game for him to make bets and got hungry so you headed to grab a few drinks and snacks. Before walking past him, his legs were spread, tooth pick in his mouth and just like clock work you feel a firm hit to your Jean covered behind.

“OOWWUH!”

“Sssh, Baby im watchin the game….what? Your ass was all in my face what else could I do?”

Whether you are a chunky girl or a skinny girl with a larger butt he don’t care he quite actually is your biggest fan.

Toji is your new seat btw.

Not just his pretty face but his lap too.

He’s a big strong man so don’t EVER think or assume you’re too heavy for him. It ACTUALLY wounds his ego more than you think.

Of course Toji being the ass eater he is almost every other night is spent just like this or sitting on his face. He never seen himself as a pleasure dom kinda guy. With his one night stands he only had sex for himself, but with you of course being the first woman he finally got to love after MamaGuro he takes his time with you. It’s a slutty sight but he knows it’s exactly what can get you off before him

Nanami

This man here.

A KING.

Freaky king but a king none the less.

He loves every part of you.

Which is what he does say and prove everytime you both are together but he does have a small little quirk about him that you aren’t sure whether or not to point it out in fear he may stop out of embarrassment or awareness.

Most men guide their woman by putting their hand on their lower back

Nanami however does this

ESPECIALLY on date night.

Just like Geto he loves to watch you dress, but also dresses you himself

“Wear this, yes? It compliments your skin beautifully.”

“You sure it’s not, because it’s a bit tighter below the waist?”

And now hes blushing.

He’ll admit. Whenever you come and visit him during lunch to feed him a home cooked meal he hates to see you go but LOVES to watch you leave.

Especially with that sundress you wear during the spring.

Nanami definitely is another man that will practically BEG for you to sit on his face.

“It’s okay, baby, honest. Use my face.”

“Kentoooo—!??”

One of his favorite ways to eat you out is like this. It was actually so embarrassing for you at first only because of his SLUTTY MOANS. Which was something you wouldn’t expect from a man like him, but you wasn’t complaining!He whined and whimpered so shamelessly inside you, you couldn’t even make eyes contact after cumming on his tongue.

Choso

Lord bless him.

He is very….confused to say the least.

He never understood the attraction of women’s parts.

Of course he found YOU attractive, but that was all over until he seen your shape.

“Oh.”

“…oh?”

“You—“

You usually wore baggy clothing like him. You decided to change really quickly at his new apartment and he was watching you.

Who knew you had a BODY LIKE THAT under all of those clothes!

“You’re sex—cute…”

Choso isn’t necessarily a shy man, but more hesitant when it comes to touching and complimenting you…

You’ve told him time and time again he is free to touch you when he wants but you sometimes have to guide him.

Usually when he wants to grab your ass he walks DANGEROUSLY close behind you.

So a few times you take his hand and place it on your cheek. For a moment he just rubs his hand across the soft skin and then SQUEEZE.

Choso loves to kneed and rub on your ass while he licks you so usually it’s 69 or you laid to your side.

Another things he actually loves seeing you in are sweats with a small top. Your lower body being heavier than the top is so attractive and you look so squeezable he can’t help but to hug you from behind

Please. Please PUH LEASE wear thigh high socks around him the ones that go RIGHT UNDER the cup of your ass and shake it JUST A LIL in front of him.

Moans at the sight everytime

No like literally MOANS by just looking at your ass jiggle.

He doesn’t think he’s a pervert but from how he grinds and hump against your ass while you sleep says otherwise.

If yall are wondering why I didn’t really speak on backshots it js because ALL OF THEM GO FERAL DOING IT.

[ccwpidsblog]

drunk in love — k.nanami

content warning: prey/predator typa thing, dubcon they r both drunk, spit, spanking, creampie, cervix kissing, rough sex, slight hard dom!kento, heavily unedited because im lazy

a/n: don't say i ain't never gave y'all nothing

nanami doesn't get drunk often.

he could hold a whole bottle of the finest liquor and not bat an eye but he thinks he's just drunk off you and the cheap shit you indulge in.

his eyes are hazy—low and stuck on you. one hand tugs at glasses as the other reaches to grab you but you've decided to be a tease tonight. giggling as you slip right out his hands darting off down the spacious hallway of his flat. he growls mean and grizzly as he follows your giggles, the heels of his dress shoes tapping against the freshly waxed floors. he makes a sharp left and sees that his office door is cracked open. nanami never leaves his office door open. he walks inside cooly, jaw working tight. "princess i know you're in here."

he looks around the forewalls of the office he spent almost majority of his time in. "if you come out now darling— you won't be in as much trouble. ."

you watched him walk in front of your hiding spot then disappear. it goes eerily quiet again and you think he'd left the room by now but then there's a tug at your ankles and suddenly you're being dragged from under his desk. you squeal and put up little fight when he works to turn you onto your stomach, mounting you like a horny dog. he's tugging up your night gown, ripping your panties to the seams then spreading the fat of your ass cheeks wide enough that you wince.

he spits and the warm glob slides from your puckering hole to your wet one and he groans again. you hear the jingling of his belt as he tugs his throbbing cock from his dress pants shoving them down his pale toned thighs. manhandling you into an arch position while he drags his pink and slicked shaft between your wet thighs. he leans down to whisper in your ear. "told you to come out didn't I?"

drunk!nanami who fucks you full right in the middle of his office floor. your knees burn from rubbing against the carpet as he forces you to keep your perfectly arched position. every time you threaten to fall he smacks your ass with his big ringed hands chucking you back in position.

tispy!nanami who's heavy balls smack against your clit as he furiously thurst into the sloppy wet mess that is your pussy.

drunk!nanami who's not drunk off your knockoff booze anymore, no not anymore. now the blonde man is intoxicated from your pussy gripping him with every inch of his life

drunk!nanami who cums with animalistic snarls cock knocking on the doors of the deepest part of your insides. cumming in thick endless robes filling your cervix to its fullest. cum dripping onto the rug and he'd definitely complain tomorrow but refuse to clean it. . .

drunk!nanami who collapses on top of you ignoring your protest of how heavy he was. he does eventually roll off you and falls straight to sleep. pants at his ankles, wet softening cock out for you and the dust mites to gawk at. you tried to get him to bed and even get him a least a little bit decent but he wasn't budging so you drape a blanket over him and slept in the comforter he made just for you to sit in while he worked

nanami who flushes in the morning apologizing for acting so out of character. makes it up by cooking an orgasm worthy breakfast. vows to never drink your cheap ass liquor again.

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[merakidoll]

Rock your body

synopsis ˚ෆ 𐙚 : short stories for some of your favorite Jujutsu kaisen men + Eren Yeager, with their bimbo lover at the gym

tags ˚ෆ 𐙚 : black chubby reader! bimbo reader! oral ( f and m ), backshots, sideways sex, ab riding. lots of cum, and pet name. won’t lie eren’s part is really miren and was for me sooo

mirah note! ˚ෆ 𐙚 : i deleted this and i’m not sure whyyy … so it’s a repost 🤗

✧.* Geto And Gojo - Planks !

like everything— the two boyfies found the gym and you as a competition. you were quite used to this actually, loving how competitive they got and how it was always a win for yourself!so, when they brought you down to the at home gym— telling you to lay on the pretty pink blanket and open your mouth, your little brain couldn’t process what was gonna happen. but you were sooo excited! “princess. me and gojo are gonna see who can do the longest plank while you suck our cocks, okay?” geto talked to you slowly, dumbing down his words so you could understand.

replying to his words with a big smile and glassy eyes. he knew— as always that you were one hundred percent on board. “who’s first, daddy?” the men looked between one another— gojo’s tight gym shorts falling to the ground as he got into position. geto crouched beside you both, watching his twink already have some effect just from your breath blowing over his cock. pressing start going sunk down into your throat, you automatically start gagging around him. your throat contracting against his tip with pre-cum coming out.

“o-oo fuck!” it was barely thirty seconds and gojo’s arms were trembling, dick jerking into your pretty mouth. once you got comfortable with the position and his length, you began to bob your head. spit and cum dripped down your chin as you focused on tasting him, while geto used his thumb to wipe a little of the mixed saliva from your mouth that was going to fall on your dress. he’s looking your in the eyes as he tastes the flavor groaning, head falling back the his hair coming out of the ponytail.

your pussy pulsated. cunt dripping at everything that was happening— mind so clouded with wanting to be touched while also pleasing your men. though, one minute in, gojo started to fuck your face; lewd moans and praises spouting from his mouth. icy blue eyes shut, him cursing to himself because he was close. “s-suck harder baby, righttt SHIT! thereee ohfuck! m’cumming! f-filling my pretty baby’s m-mouth!” you took all of his ropes like a big girl, small chokes from swallowing his cum— still sucking on his red tip. after the feeling has surpassed, gojo fell beside you heavily breathing with his limp cock.

“two minutes? you suck!” you pouted, overestimating gojo’s limits.

✧.* Choso - Push Ups And Pussy Eating !

“c-cho calm down!” your thighs were shaking so much it hurt. the man had been at it for hours, raising his body and lowering himself— using his tongue to bring you so so close then take it away, but the small up he had to do. right now, his tounge fucked in between your gummy walls. your hips pushing against his face making a mess over his pretty features, almost orgasming at the tip of his tongue. but once the feel of pressure bubbled within your stomach— it was taken away.

choso’s moving his face and going up, smirking as he hovered above you. “w-why?” you asked, glossy eyes so doey and sad that it did something to his cock. instead of answering you, he went back down between your legs. softly kissing your thighs before he continued his teasing. but one small kiss to your clit— and he knew there would be no more going back up. choso started to devour your cunt. small tugs at your clits that he let go and licked his way down to your hole that dripped on the gym mat.

he pat himself on the back for his at home gym as he made you fuck him back. pushing your body up and down so he’d slide in and out of your cunt gently. you both were applauded by how much you creamed against his tonguy— his face, along with his mat getting drenched while your body felt like it was on fire.

“what’s next sweetpea? let’s see what we can do while daddy does jumping jacks.”

✧.* Nanami - Squats While Fucking !

his grunts went all throughout the empty gym. you two were actually playing a really dangerous game, but that was all a part of the fun! “you there baby?” nanami’s soothing deep voice whispered in your ear. you could only moan, spit all over the white beater that was drenched in his sweat.

was it weird to say his sweat didn’t taste so bad?

his knees buckled as he went down for another set of ten. his legs muscles flexing as the squat burned him in a delicious way— but the way you bounced on his cock had to be better.

“s’big!” you said almost dreamily. nanami’s touching the sweet sensitive spot over and over which made you feel so foggy. your pussy clamped down on him, as he went down for his final stretch. your hands shaking, pulling at his blond roots— pussy squirting out all of what he made of you. you could only whimper against his neck as his own release was not far fetched. the feeling of getting your cunt stuffed made you daydream about all of the babies you could have for your nana.

“what a good girl for me baby, daddy won’t let that go unnoticed.”

✧.* Toji - Tricep Dips And Backshots !

“f-fourteen!” it was so hard counting exactly how many dips toji was doing— but fuck. the way his pelvis hit your ass brought back your memory. his balls slapped against your cunt lips— your slick dripping down yours and his which ultimately helped his rhythm. toji’s body burned, legs hurting to the point he wanted to tap out. already on his third set of 20’s, but the way your pussy sucked him in had him thinking differently. your cunt clenched around him, your shaky breaks and pushing at his muscular chest to give you one second to gather yourself.

“no, you’re a big girl, take. it.” you could only cry looking up at the gym walls. “f-fourteen nono si-“

“awe, done fucked my baby so dumb.”

✧.* Sukuna - Ab Riding And Weights !

what you were participating in was something that was very dangerous, and of course it had to be sukuna’s idea. while the cool air of his gym blew on your body, you sat on top of him— his abs to be exact. “keep going darlin’ giving daddy the fuel.” he winked at you before lifting the weight again, and that’s when you started to buck your hips. the slick that was there from you cumming once before helping you.

your clit sensitive yet throbbing, your hands pressed against his beefy chest— nails making small scratches because you needed to hold something. “t-too much!” you whined still bucking into his defined body that was making pleasure too much. sukuna finally put down the weight, navigating his hands to your waist and taking over.

“pretty baby just needed daddy’s help.” his cock was hard against the gym shorts from you looking so desperate. your nipples were pretty and hard, that he had to use one hand to play with them. “like that?” he asked, knowing that you loved it. so much that you couldn’t even ask to cum, falling forward as your pussy throbbed. your cream making yet another mess and your face buried deep into his neck as salty tears fell on his skin.

“unt oh. did you ask to cum baby?”

✧.* Eren - Clamshells *MIREN SPECIAL*

“mmm you there bunny?” your babbles and incoherent words made eren chuckle to himself. who know that he could have his cake and eat it too. working out was a stress relief for him, the adrenaline shooting throughout his veins and he would use the rest of the pent up energy on you.

but now he was having a two for one.

while the band was binding his leg, his cock was deep inside of you. you both side ways, eren’s body multitasking: pumping, and doing his leg exercises. you on the other hand felt like you could faint. your pussy so stuffed, and it feeling so so good. your eyes felt crossed, vision blurring as you could feel the mind blowing orgasm at peak.

“p-puppyyy! m’there” you warned, your hole clenching repeatedly until your forbidden juices cotated his pretty length. eren groaned, kissing your forehead to give himself motivation to hold out. he was on his last set; so close. and when he finally reached fifteen he fell onto his back and lifted you on top of him as if you weighed nothing.

“good fuckin’ girl for papa baby” he fucked into you, chasing his high; your nails digging into your palm, trying to contain the screams of pleasure.

“daddy needs you here more often mama”

[angelsyrip]

according to Japanese lip readers, his last words were "koishiteru ne, ryoukai," which is primarily used to express the deepest form of love. interestingly, Japanese people believe that this word shouldn't be used directly in manga, novels, or any form of media, as it would diminish the meaning of this beautiful term. this word is reserved for private use and is meant to convey a profound love, like "wanting to spend each and every breath with you" type of love. which makes sense why we never get to hear Gojo's last words to Geto.