#jujustu kaisen

[gojosluut]

Turning around on your other side facing Satoru, you poke his muscular back with your index finger. Making his back arch a bit, as he turns his head around to look at you with a confused sleepy face.

“what was that for?” he rasps, sleep still lacing in his voice.

“can you lay on top of me..? like on my back..?” you whisper, your eyes peering up at his tired blue ones.

“…”

“…”

“…you want me to do what?” he asks sitting up more to get a better look at you. His face now outright confused.

“..I want you to lay on top of me!! like crush me with your body!” You whine, your hand now laced around his muscular bicep, gently shaking him from side to side.

Satoru sighs a small smirk on his lips. “fine, fine.. lay down on your stomach.” He says softly. You smile up at him before flipping onto your stomach, your face going into your soft pillow. laying in a pencil like position.

He turns over more lifting the covers up as he goes to his knees, before laying ontop of you. Laying his entire weight on your back, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

You sigh softly with content, feeling his entire weight on you. Turning your face slightly to the side having a lazily smile on your lips. “mm now i’m comfortable..” you mumble sleepily, all Satoru can do is chuckle lightly into the crook of your neck.

“why am I crushing you again?” He murmurs into your soft skin.

“becauseeee you’re like my personal heating pad for my period cramps,” you mumble out. As your eyes droop shut. Satoru sighs smiling, shaking his head lightly.

“weirdo..” he mumbles before drifting off back to sleep. with his body quite literally covering yours completely, your period cramps dissolving as his warmth and the pressure of his body soothing the pain entirely.

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[runawaybridee]

choso kamo, contrary to popular belief, is not a virgin. sure, he's a sweet guy who will worship you. but just taking one look at that man, it's painfully obvious that any woman would offer herself up to him. and it's even more obvious that he'll fuck you until you're seeing stars.

you aren't any different. drunk, at a party, horny, and in a tiny dress.

choso isn't very sure why he's here. yuuji told him to loosen up, and he's sure this counts. with a drink in hand, he looks around the room. he's leaning against the wall, listening to people talk.

he watches you walk up to him, your dress riding up on your legs, and batting your eyelashes at him.

he isn't easy, no. but he's still a man.

and he has your face pressed against the mirror in a random bathroom. your dress is bunched up all the way to your waist, and your panties are somewhere on the ground.

you're on the sink, and his face is buried between your legs. he moans against your cunt, as you tug and pull his hair. "fuck, choso!"

his eyes light up at the sound of you moaning his name, and he pulls off of you, taking his already-hard cock from his jeans.

without any warning, he shoves his dick into you.

he's average sized, but the way he uses it is better than any monster-cock a man could have.

he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss along your neck. "so fuckin' tight, baby."

his thrusts are agonizingly slow, and extremely rough. it sounds like he's slapping you, and, honestly.. you wouldn't mind if he did just that.

his other hand reaches around to rub your clit, giving you just enough stimulation to cum right then.

he knows you're on edge from his earlier actions. usually he lets his girls cum before he even gets inside of them. but he'll be selfish tonight.

after a few more minutes, he empties his seed into you. you hadn't used a condom, since you're on birth control and all that stuff.

as you're fixing your makeup, your phone rings. choso actually feels his heart drop.

the contact is called yuubear, and it's a picture of choso's younger brother.

he has an internal freak out, thinking he's just hooked up with his brother's girlfriend! then his anger turns to you. you! you dirty, disgusting, horrible, cheater!

he hasn't even realized you picked up the phone. "yes, yuuji? megumi brought you chocolate?"

oh, right, his brother has a boyfriend.

then something even more horrible dawns on him. your name is familiar.

choso kamo has just slept with his nineteen year old brother's best friend.

so basically this is my apology for not getting the next chapter of tattoo artist!geto out tonight like I said I would haha and ofc i had to add in itafushi DEAL WITH IT

this is the sneak peak of the next series im doing which is bsfs brother!choso hehehehehe

[somewhere-elena]

I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAAA!!!!

reader finding out that the jjk men have a secret tattoo!!!

love you always and

ALSO DRINK MORE WATER, I CAN SENSE YOUR DEHYDRATION FROM FLORIDA!!

Hello my beautiful mutual ☺ Water has been ingested, thirst is clenched🙏

Love this idea, I even included some pictures of tattoos I'd think they'd have!

Ft. Gojo, Sukuna, Ino, Choso, Geto and Nanami

WARNINGS: Swearing, slight suggestive themes, CRACK

[ohreallyfriend]

Oh this is TOO good. JJK edition incoming?

CSM characters as Florida man headlines

[fangdokja]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

It’s offensive, really.

Gojo watches you from the shadows, arms crossed, fingers drumming against his bicep, a slow, methodical rhythm masking his irritation.

Him?

Of all the celestial pricks to be assigned to you—of all the holy creatures that could have draped their divine little wings over your fragile mortal existence—it had to be him.

Ryomen Sukuna.

An angel. A guardian.

It’s laughable. A sick fucking joke.

Gojo’s jaw ticks as he watches Sukuna hover over you, his massive, tattered wings casting jagged shadows along your walls. The angel’s touch is barely there, a phantom’s caress along your cheek, but the audacity of it stirs something violent inside Gojo.

You shouldn’t have protection.

Not from him.

Not from anyone.

He finds you alone.

The angel is gone, his presence lingering only in the faint, numbing warmth in your chest—the feeling of safety. It vanishes the moment Gojo steps into your space.

You know what he is before you even turn to look at him.

The temperature drops. The air grows dense, thick with something unseen. The lights flicker.

Then—click. They go out completely.

"Boring," Gojo drawls from behind you, the amusement in his voice sharp, cutting. "So predictable. Running to an angel? You could’ve done so much better, sweetheart."

Your spine goes rigid. You don’t turn around.

It won’t matter. You know he’s already closer.

A warm breath against your nape. A slow, deliberate hand curling around your throat.

"What’s wrong? You were so quick to let him touch you. What, you only like hands on you when they’re holy?"

Your breath catches when he squeezes.

Not enough to choke. Just enough to remind you that he could.

"You don’t even know what you’re dealing with, do you?" His grip slides down, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, then lower, lower, until he’s gripping your hip like he owns you.

He does. Sukuna had warned you about him.

A demon in disguise. A devil who’d never needed to lie to lure in his victims—just a smile, just a whisper, just a touch.

But you hadn’t taken the deal. And that—that’s why he’s here.

"You really think he can keep me away?" His voice dips lower, teasing, taunting, but beneath it is something vicious. "Cute."

You flinch when he flips you around, slamming you against the nearest surface. Your hands push against his chest, but he’s immovable.

His mouth ghosts over yours.

"Let’s test something," he murmurs. "Let’s see if you still feel saved when I’m inside you."

The first tear of your clothing is loud in the silence.

You scream. The air distorts—heat, rage, divinity.

A celestial roar echoes through the space, shaking the walls, shaking him.

And for the first time in centuries, Gojo laughs.

"Well, well," he grins, as golden flames rip through the room. "Guess we’ll have to share."

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[burntmarshmallowchishiya]

Nanami x Fem Y/N Visual Smut

I knew Nanami will be the winner and 69 of y'all (😏) wanted him so EAT UP girl dinner is served HOT 🔥

Warning: p*ssy eating, hair grabbing, blow job, shower s*x

he will make sure his baby is ok during intimacy

remember the episode where he grabs hair

he let's you ride him

how he treats a good girl

First time with Nanami (5 mins)

how he'll worship you're body

In the shower

Helping him 'relax' after a very long hardworking day

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[satsuguru]

oh my days.

classmate!gojo part 3!

classmate!gojo who has been watching you from afar for the past week now. His eyes are always gravitating towards you in class, trying to catch any other possible connection. He’s try so hard to convince himself that you’re not his mystery girl, but at this point he should just accept it. The photo of your nails was proof enough, not to mention how much of a rush you were in. Neither of you have texted or exchanged photos since then, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him crazy. Every single day since then he can’t get you off of his mind, getting so hard from the thought of you that he has to sneak away to rub one out to your pictures or videos. He just can’t help himself.

He watches you in class, in the cafe area, even sees you walking on campus, doing normal things. He would have never guessed in a million years you were the one he sought after so badly. You hide it so well. But he knows deep down under that good girl persona you have, there’s a slut waiting to caught, waiting to be fucked and used like you told him all those times over text. He’ll make you break. He sees you sitting on a bench on campus just scrolling through your phone, knowing this is the perfect time to execute his plan.

He finally breaks contact, sending you a video he took of himself last night.

gojo: i miss you

it was simple, but he was hoping it’d work. He watches intently, a small smile spreading across your face, though he’s unsure if it’s because of him

gojo: send me something, yeah? miss seeing you, baby

and like clock work, he sees you get up, heading towards the bathrooms inside one of the campus buildings. What else to do but follow. He sees you slip into the bathroom, and now he finally has you where he wants you.

you enter the bathroom, riddled with excitement that he finally texted you. Maybe he didn’t catch on that you were the one sending him photos. Good, it means you can have more fun. You enter the stall, replaying the video of him jerking off, putting the phone close to your ear so you can his moans. You smile, your hands finding themselves under your skirt, rubbing your clit through your clothed pussy. Little do you know he’s standing right outside the door, waiting for you.

You unbutton your shirt and grab onto your tits, massaging them in your hand while you send him a video. Quickly, you send him another of your wet panties, still rubbing your clit.

you: missed you too. can you tell?

and gojo can’t believe it when he receives the videos, chuckling to himself at how slutty you can be. He saves the videos nonetheless and puts his phone back in his pocket, the bathroom door opening, you walking out, completely caught off guard. Your heart thumps against your chest, mouth hanging open like you want to say something but nothing is coming out. All you know is that you can’t stop staring at him. He’s smirking at you, eyeing like a piece of candy as he moves closer towards you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I know you’re little secret.” You’re frozen, unable to do a thing. You couldn’t even deny it at this point. “Give em to me,” he demands.

“W-what?” You blink, voice barely above a whisper. He moves back, a smug smile on his stupidly pretty face. God, he smells so good. And his whispering? You’re even more wet than before. He knows what he’s doing to you.

“Your cute little panties. Give them to me.” He’s so casual about it and makes you even more nervous yet more intrigued. You turn to go back into the bathroom but he grabs your arm. “No, no, no. Do it right here.”

“But—” you look around to see if anyone else is around.

“What? Scared of getting caught? Sure weren’t thinking about that when you sent me all these videos and pictures. So, hand them over.” He watches as you slightly bend over, reaching under your skirt and gently pulling your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You sheepishly pick them up, they’re coated in your slick, an embarrassing sight. He grabs them from you, chuckling at the wet stain. “Wasn’t so hard, right?” He shoves them into his back pocket.You shake your head no, unable to keep eye contact with him. All the confidence you had over text has completely disappeared in the presence of him. What were you even thinking? He’s Gojo Satoru. “Thank you for these, baby.” He steps closer towards you, cornering you against the wall. “Send me something else later on tonight. Oh, and make sure to stop hiding that pretty face of yours too, okay? I wanna see everything.” He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you were looking at him.

“Why don’t you just fuck me already? We’ve both been waiting long enough,” you abruptly ask. It was taking everything in you not to drop on your knees and let him fuck your face.

“I can fuck you right here if I wanted to. You know how’ve riled up you’ve gotten me for all these weeks? I get so hard thinking about you that it hurts. I can’t fucking cum if it doesn’t involve you. You’ve taken over my mind, made me go on this chase to figure out who you were. So, if I wanna make you wait a little more, then I’ll fucking do it.” He gritted his teeth, gripping your chin slightly tighter. “Remember, only good girls get rewarded.” He smirked, pulling away from you before walking out of the building like nothing happened.

previous part

[muli-wam]

Regency-era!Nanami who grew up in an extremely wealthy family, which in turn gifted him a fairly large amount of money as an inheritance after his father died.

Regency-era!Nanami who since being an only child, never had anyone to else to entertain him but himself, therefore developing a keen interest in exotic teas and flavored breads that the cook always prepared for him.

Regency-era!Nanami who finds himself in the bustling market of your small countryside town looking for a particular tea blend that's rumored to be the best in the region.

Regency-era!Nanami who avoids prying gazes of common folk wondering what such a stoic and wealthy man is doing in such a tiny village. In all honesty, Nanami was really here for tea, but also for his best friend who seemed to have a liking toward a certain lady he met at a ball recently.

He couldnt help but agree to travel the distance from his comfortable home since he would be getting tea out of it. Oh, not to mention the wild garlic that grows abundantly in your region, which is rumored to taste excellent when baked in bread.

Regency-era!Nanami who approaches a fruit stall adorned with colorful labels and price signs above the various fruits.

The sweet aroma of melons, berries, apples and a variety of different fruit fill his senses, and for a second, Nanami allows himself to drown in the heavenly scent before getting back to his original mission.

He needed directions on where to find his beloved tea, but just as he's about to ask, one of the apples you were inspecting rolls off the counter.

Quick to act, you dive to catch it, only to collide (ever so gracefully) with Nanami's arm as he too reaches for the same apple, believing he is helping.

Regency-era!Nanami who freezes, slightly flustered from the contact of both of your hands touching over the apple.

Regency-era!Nanami who's intrigued by your incessant apologies and sincerity. Your modest appearance captivated him, and he felt an unfamiliar sense of want toward your presence.

Regency-era!Nanami steps back, leaving you space while silently nodding along to your apologies—you haven't even taken the time to look at him yet, still scrambling to pick up runaway apples and shoving them into your basket.

Regency-era!Nanami who has an unexpected spark in his usually reserved expression. With slightly widened eyes Nanami studies your features when you finally look up at him.

The soft curve of your jaw, the way your eyebrows furrow in concern while you're internally cursing at yourself for being so clumsy. You were captivating, to say the least, and your mere presence seemed to make Nanami's words stuck in his throat.

Regency-era!Nanami who dismisses your apologies, insisting you're of no inconvenience to him. He raises a quizzical brow, questioning to himself as to why you're beating yourself up so much over this.

Regency-era!Nanami who comes up with a pathetic excuse when you ask him what a man like him was doing in your tiny village. He doesn't know why he didn't just say he needed directions and that he was visiting for a friend. No, instead he said he was here solely for apples.

So, to further prove his point, Nanami bought exactly one pound of apples. He doesnt even like apples.

But they reminded him of you.

What was this feeling? Nanami pondered this to himself for a brief second. Was it the longing for friendship? Yes, he had Haibara but he could be a bit much at times. Was it merely a small crush? Or God forbid...love?

Regency-era!Nanami didn't believe in love at first sight. He saw it in plays he attended, he read it in–barely tolerable–romantic novels, and had to endure his younger cousin gush about how positively in love she was with the officers that frequently passed through his hometown.

You were different though. You made Nanami's stomach feel ill, not in a bad way though. It was a pleasant yet uncomfortable feeling that he couldnt quite shake.

You were like a ray of sunshine in his dull life surrounded by money hungry people. You were the only tolerable thing to him, aside from his young cousin, Nobara.

Regency-era!Nanami who watches as you walk way while clutching your "rescued apples", a feeling of warmth you couldn't understand washes through you.

Regency-era!Nanami who longs to see you again, tea forgotten as he embarks on another mission: finding you.

Regency-era!Nanami who finds himself in God's favor when he spots you again, under less chaotic circumstances, talking with someone at a ball.

Regency-era!Nanami who finds himself and Haibara approaching you and your family. Nanami playfully scoffs when he sees a drop of sweat roll down Haibara's forehead. Nanami concluded that the girl he's been lovestruck about was your sister.

You and Nanami introduce yourselves (again), this time more calmer. Nanami seemed to be in a trance from you honeyed voice and the way you carried yourself. How effortlessly beautiful you were, and the way the glow of the ballroom lights casted the perfect shadows on your face, making you look like an angel.

At that moment Regency-era!Nanami considered that maybe, just maybe, he really is in love with you.

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A/n: I've been obsessed with Pride and Prejudice recently and I thought nanami would fit so well as Mr. Darcy 😭 Nanami is so versatile I swear. Also I wrote this entire thing in a british accent 💀

[rina-teatia]

i've been drawing it for too long 🥲

[nuppu-nuppu]

I love them

[windixie]

the perfect pair ⟢ ch. 1 broken cd

satoru gojo x reader ꒰18+꒱ smut, angst, fluff

⟡ pairing . college au soccer player! gojo x alt! reader

› summary . in which opposites actually attract. you're not the kind of girl who seeks validation from anyone as your world is surrounded by indie films, music, and clothing. meanwhile, satoru lives in a completely different world from you. the campus soccer star who practically radiates confidence and popularity. but that doesn't stop satoru from attempting to throw himself at you, with his playful grins and teasing but loving comments. but before you can accept his advances, a certain party exposes who he truly is and now he is left determined to change himself for you.

› warnings ⓘ tags . 18+, fem! reader, smut, angst, fluff, college au (have syracuse university in mind), friends to lovers (reader hates him, he thinks otherwise), slow burn, jealousy, some suguru x reader because he doesn't respect bro code or wtv.

› wc . 1.1k

⟡ taglist . @unreleasedlana11

cd's are actually expensive.

well at least for you actually, only because you happen to listen to artists that are no longer active and have to buy discontinued cd's through sketchy websites that definitely overcharge. you couldn't judge though, easy money for the seller. your bank account disagrees.

you promise yourself that this will be the last cd you buy - till you're financially stable again. the disc nearly cost you 60 bucks plus taxes and shipping, 80.99. that greedy seller. regardless you were happy especially when you got the notification from the app telling you that your order has arrived.

at your college you had to walk all the way towards the front where the school mailboxes were located. the second you stepped foot outside your dorm, which, thankfully you had all to yourself because for some reason you weren't assigned a roommate, you are hit with the sound of cheering. the soccer team has just returned from a tournament.

including satoru gojo.

you knew of the boy. you knew he was the most known player in the school. and i'm not just talking about soccer. in each frat party he has to get in at least two bodies. he has a whole line of girls patiently waiting for their turn to warm up the white haired boys bed.

he's everything.. you hated in a guy.

how do girls go crazy over him? he's deadass the most basic boy you are sure each college in the state has. but you couldn't help but stay a bit to watch as all the boys make their way through the applauding crowd. a new face emerged from the bus, all looking proud. they must've won.

you were pulled away from your thoughts when his face appeared. suguru. he was best friends with gojo. you can't help but stare. his piercings, long hair, style that was different from the rest, just like you. it's hard to not notice him.

you almost don't realize who's looking at you instead. your eyes meet with satoru for a brief moment before you continue making your way to the central mail room, not allowing your brain to even process the eye contact.

as he made his way out the busy, satoru is met with a crowd of students cheering. he smirks as he kept the conversation going with his friends. he knows how attractive he is. not every one is 'blessed' to have a body count of half the schools girl population.

he knows how good he is. so why is it that when his eyes land on you, his heart skips a beat. he's never seen you before, why now? why does he like the way your hair frames your face so beautifully and the way your outfit compliments your body so well?

he felt his world stop for just a second when your eyes finally met his. a split second.

you unlocked your assigned mailbox after reaching the central. other students were there as well looking at letters from their family back at home or the same reason as you, a package. your eyes lit up as you took out the perfectly wrapped cd. .

not wasting one more second, you carefully unwrap it. here it is, finally in your hands after a month of waiting and two days worth of hard labor. the light reflected like heaven itself shining upon you from the glossy surface. you flipped it over, reading through the track list as you locked your mailbox once again not even bothering to check if there's any other letters in your box.

right as you turned, you bumped into something hard, causing your cd to slip from your hands, the sound of it hitting the floor haunting you.

it broke.

and so did your heart.

no. no way.

a month of waiting. money wasted. just for the cd to slip right out your hands.

okay you're being dramatic, it obviously didn't break. but the impact caused the case to open once it fell on the floor. the cd might just have a few scratches. one scratch is one scratch too many though.

"shit, sorry about that."

you lifted up your head to look at the one responsible for this.

satoru.

the satoru himself was in front of you giving you another reason to dislike him. he looked at you with his eyes widening a bit. its you. the girl he saw from earlier. he crouched down, placing his bag on the ground next to his feet to pick up your disc, carefully placing it back in the case. definitely not a band he was familiar with.

he handed it back to you, his hand touching yours slightly.

"here pretty, am sorry again."

your eyes narrowed. "It’s fine," you said, trying to keep your cool. "Not like you can fix it."

his eyes watched you push past him and they trailed past you until you were out of his view.

he finally got the chance to talk to you which he's been wanting to do since he's know you which was only like 20 minutes.

he couldn't help but smile to himself as he opened up his own mailbox, stuffed with fan mail.

a few scratches as you suspected. it shouldn't affect your listening experience.

you placed the now damaged disc in your cd player which was gifted to you by your parents on your sixteenth birthday. the music filled up your room in a nice and warm space.

you sank down on your mattress closing your eyes to enjoy the listening experience. no amount of scratched could ruin this.

they did.

your eyes shot open as the cd started to tweak out not even three minutes into the track list. guess the damage really was done. its all his fault. satoru gojo.

"no..please.." you begged taking out the cd to look at it again seeing that you missed a crack running right through it.

it was all his fault. you barely knew him but now that you had your first ever encounter you had all the reason to despise him. there's no way you will be able to listen to your 80.99 worth cd with there being glitching every other song.

you couldn’t shake the image of satoru standing there, his awkward attempt at helping, the way his gaze had softened for a brief moment. you'd make him buy you a new one, that being if the discontinued cd was even out there anymore.

what if you bought the last one ever?

you groaned into your pillow.

that's it you're throwing a bf.

a bitch fit.

[satocidal]

.˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆DIRTY GODS, DIRTIER PRAYERS||season 1

↳ Gojo Satoru x Attendant!Reader

𝔐𝔢𝔫 die martyrs for their religion, wouldn't you? With His love marked as your religion, wouldn't you bleed as well - when his corruption laces your mouth, your tongue, your desire? No, perhaps you wouldn't - perhaps it would have to be him who dies in your wake... One where Your Love and Devotion for him get tested, One where Devastation ensues when A God involves in human lives, One where Divinity is consumed.

— word count: to be added...

— Genre: historical au, non-canon, angst(slight comfort)

— warnings (please heed): Gn! Priest! reader x God! Gojo Satoru; religious themes; taboo relationship; angst; morally grey(?) characters; these are the general warnings, every chapter will include it's own set as well, as per my discretion

Episodes:

✤𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 Devotion ✤𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 Devastation ✤𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈 Divinity

All of this work is original and entirely my own—please refrain from copying or reposting.

Likes and Reblogs highly appreciated!

[snail-day]

Yada yada, Husband!Geto with a soft dad bod, blah blah blah… and the faintest dark happy trail just visible above his loose dark sweats as he sways in the kitchen, baby cradled to his chest, bathed in morning light, with coffee brewing for the two of you

[runawaybridee]

"IF HES SO BAD, WHY DOES HE FEEL SO GOOD?"

chapter two - chapter one

content warnings: mdni, male masturbation, mentions of geto hooking up w someone, geto is a freak, semi-public masturbation, written with chubby reader in mind but no real description!! also BEAR WITH ME, these earlier chapters are only short because im trying to do as little time skips as possible for lots of buildup!!

it's been a few days since Geto first went to your little bakery. and in those few days, he's gone five times.

today is no different, he makes his way to the door, the bell dinging like usual. you've already got his order prepared, smiling sweetly at the register.

he hands you a twenty, always giving you much too much money for only two items. but he never allows you to give him change.

"hey, sweetheart." he greets you softly, already eyeing your tits. you never seem to notice him ogling you.

he sees through your too thin shirt, staring right at your bra. hm, his last hookup wore the same thing.. maybe he'll call her up again, pretend it's you.

wait.. no, that's, that's gross. he's not an asshole.

you blink at him, "um, mister, do you want your order?" he realizes then, that he's been standing there for long enough that a line has formed behind him. all because he was thinking about your tits.

he sighs to himself, "yeah, thanks, sweetheart." he takes his coffee and pastry and sits down.

instead of walking out of the bakery and going to his own shop like any normal person would. geto goes into the bathroom, sits in a stall, and pulls his pants down.

he leans his head against the wall, hearing the sound of your laughter. he groans and wraps his fist around his semi-hard cock, beginning to stroke himself.

he closes his eyes and thinks about you, your tits, your face, the sound of your voice. anything to get him off.

you don't even know his name, and here he is.. jerking off to you.

he feels his toes curl in his shoes, he bites down on his lower lip to keep from making any noise. he still lets out moans, but at least no one is in the bathroom.

well, the door opens and he freezes, just on the brink of cumming.

just his luck, now he's here, in a stall, his fingers wrapped around his dick while trying to desperately not to make any noise.

any normal person would have probably had their pants back up by now. but geto isn't about to give himself blue balls just because some guy needs to piss.

so he waits, his dick twitching in his hand. and finally the man leaves the bathroom.

suguru immediately continues jerking off, glad he's already close because the sound of a random guy pissing did not turn him on.

he finally cums, the white strings covering his hand. he reaches over to grab a piece of toilet paper, cleaning himself off.

for countless days, suguru finds himself needing self-care much more than usual.

and he always thinks about you. he finally told you his name, instead of you calling him 'mister' all of the time. he didn't really mind it, he's never denied being a dominant man.

he walks into your little bakery, but today is different. you're standing at a table instead of looking pretty and waiting for him at the counter.

you're laughing with some guy, who is that? he knows you're single, he'd asked around.

why does suguru geto feel threatened? he doesn't get jealous, he's never had a woman (or man) turn him down for another man!

he glares daggers at that stupid, red-haired guy. who even dyes their hair red? it's stupid! (for the record, he secretly thinks it's cool)

you're his, you just don't know it yet. he was planning on taking his time with you.

things have changed, he has competition.

ayee this was short but trust after we get some more dialogue in here it'll be LOONGGG

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[sincerelyzee]

there’s something so sexy about your husband’s growing facial hair. you can never put your finger on what it is exactly, but there’s something about his face that makes your thighs clench in a different way than normal.

“baby, can i touch your face?” you’re sat next to him on the couch, watching a trashy reality tv show together. satoru, ever the touch-starved man he is nods and leans his head closer to you, giving you full access to his face. “you can touch me wherever you want,” he starts but is interrupted by the click of your tongue which makes him laugh, loudly.

rolling your eyes at him, you take his face in your hands and gently caress the rough skin on his cheeks and jaw with the pads of your thumbs. satoru looks at you, relaxing in your hold and you smile down at him, glancing down at his lips briefly then at the skin beside his lips.

your husband can’t help but take that as an invitation to kiss you, so he takes it. with open hands at that. his head shoots up, leaving your hands behind to press a kiss to your lips. he grins at you when he pulls away and you huff out your nose and cup his face again before leaning in to press your lips to his.

satoru doesn’t know, nor does he care frankly, if this is due to his stubble or the fact that he’s so sexy and amazing and irresistible or anything else surely more reasonable; but who is he to complain?