#satoru leaving a soaked mess of the sheets.

[sukugo]

sorry i just needed to share the thought of sukuna fingering gojos pussy For Fucking Ever. Long enough that his fingers are wrinkled when he pulls them out, leaving the worlds strongest sorcerer at a loss of all coherency and reason. I’m talking the kind of finger fucking that leads to soul-shattering orgasms, and ends with half of his bladder emptied from the abuse of Sukunas fingers pressing against his g-spot. The type that leaves an ache between his legs for days, so every time he moves he remembers how good Sukuna gave it to him. The man only pulls them out when he's ready to replace them with his cock, his black fingernails glistening with cum disappear behind his lips as he tastes Gojo on his tongue.,,,Sorry, I hope it was okay to send this lol, have a good day

YES IT'S OKAY ANON THIS IS SO HOT I LOVE!!!!! FINGER FUCKING!!!!!!!!

ughgfhghdfghf sukuna thrusting relentlessly, with satoru coming completely apart under his hand. sukuna intently watching every twitch of his body as he works his fingers. delighting in every single huff from his lips, every single whine. every twist of his torso when he hits his spot. the incessant shake of his legs. and he looks so pretty like that, overwhelmed with pleasure, and sukuna can see that it's too much, but satoru won't ever say it's so. he wants it to be so. and sukuna is more than happy to give him even more.

[sttoru]

#𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔: “show me you’re shameless, write it on my neck, why don’t ya?”

cw. married!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, angst to comfort. cheating/infidelity. unprotected. crēampie. bréeding themes. soft angsty-ish sèx. petnames ‘baby, sweetheart, wifey’ not proofread !

satoru has never loved the woman he married. he’s never felt an ounce of attraction or affection towards her. it’s hard to be around someone who he’s supposed to love and cherish, when all he can think about is you.

it’s you he was supposed to end up with if it wasn’t for his damned clan. setting up an arranged marriage behind his back and only telling him last minute of their plans— a bunch of assholes they are.

satoru could’ve declined, disagreed, ran away. he had all the power to, but he had fully convinced himself that his actual soulmate - you - would never return his love, which is why he settled.

. . . he was proven wrong after it was already too late.

“i love you s’much,” satoru grits his teeth as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his sweat trickling down his forehead. his hips move in a gentle rhythm, as tender as his arms are holding you. he never treated you roughly.

satoru wouldn’t do that to the love of his life. the one who he’s supposed to call his wife, his beloved. he’ll find a way to achieve his dreams. he’ll do anything to end up with you and escape this messed up arrangement.

but for now, he’ll love you like this. every day, behind the other woman’s back, for as long as he can.

“i love you too, ‘toru,” you sigh, tilting your head to give the white-haired man access to your neck. his tongue wets your sensitive skin before sucking on it. he’s claiming you as his— like he usually does whenever he manages to get ahold of you.

“say that again,” satoru whimpers against your throat whilst leaving soft kisses all over. the sounds of your bodies meeting bounces off the walls, the lewd noise of flesh hitting flesh is a melody that you both enjoy behind closed doors.

“please,” satoru pleads. you’re surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. he holds onto you - ruts into you - like he’s never experienced this before. his cock twitches and throbs within you, desperate to reach that aching release.

you swallow the lump in your throat. you feel bad doing this right on the bed that satoru shares with his wife, but you also couldn’t care less. “i love you, satoru, i really do,” you moan near his ear.

the sorcerer shivers at your pretty voice uttering those three words to him. his big hands hold onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin, leaving small dents. his breath hitches, “oh, fuck. y’do, huh?”

satoru curses as he lifts his head from your neck. the view of you beneath him while you take his dick all the way inside your sopping cunt is addicting. it’s also way too slippery because of the mixture of cum on your lower body and the sheets.

“ah,” you look down at the place your bodies meet the second you feel his cock slip out of your pussy. you reach a hand down and guide his tip back to your folds without much thought.

it’s a sight that makes satoru nearly bust a nut right then and there. “missin’ me already?” he tilts his head, that boyish smile on his lips reappearing again. his soaked, white bangs cover his ethereal eyes a little, yet you can still notice the playfulness in them.

“yeah, i do,” you sigh, whining a little as his cock slowly fills you up all the way again, “i always miss you, ‘toru.” you never fail to feel so full whenever you’re intimate with him— he’s big and knows just how to use that to his advantage.

satoru pouts at your words. he knows what you’re indirectly referring to amidst all the physical pleasure. he tries to make as much time for you as he can, without raising suspicion. though sometimes he fails to see you for days. balancing his work schedule, along with his many other duties and his private life was a hassle.

it’s frustrating when satoru is leading a double life, for both you and him. there’s nothing more in this world that he wants than to have you beside him forever. as his wife, not his secret lover.

one day, soon— he promises silently to himself and to you with a kiss.

“i’m sorry,” he breathes out, his thrusts resuming. two of his rough fingers roll your nipple between them, his tongue following to circle the sensitive bud while he drives his dick in and out of you repeatedly. “but i’m all yours tonight, yeah? only yours.”

you nod mindlessly. you trust satoru, he’ll figure this all out. for now, you’ll enjoy every single second you’re able to spend with him.

“mhm,” you hum before your eyes focus on his neck. you know he’s told you not to leave any marks on him, but tonight, you’re feeling shameless. your hand on the back of his head pushes him down until your lips touch his neck.

satoru’s eyes widen at your unexpected action. he can’t deny you anything, even if this is a risky thing to do. he moans when you suck and bite on his skin. you’re leaving hickeys he will have to hide from his wife.

“naughty fuckin’ girl,” he tries to groan, though it comes out as a choked up whimper instead. he bites his lip and his eyes nearly roll back when your legs wrap around his waist, all whilst you’re leaving those dark marks on his neck.

you softly giggle at your own bold move. satoru however, seems to enjoy this more than he thought he would. he allows you access to his neck while he focuses on his set pace.

“y’ just want me to get caught, hm?” the white-haired man clicks his tongue, his balls slapping against your ass, your juices sticking to his skin which makes the sounds of his thrusts even louder. lewder. satoru huffs, “want that woman to know jus’ how well i fuck you, sweetheart?”

you feel your body heat up, the knot in your lower tummy tightening. his increased dirty talk only could mean one thing; he’s close. and so are you. the pleasure of having satoru inches deep in your cunt after not seeing him for two whole days, is driving you insane.

“yes, fuck— yes,” you hiccup, feeling absolutely no shame at this moment. you don’t care how loud you’re getting, if satoru’s neighbours were to hear him have sex with a woman that’s not his wife.

the man himself doesn’t even seem to mind it either. not when he’s this close. he pants before pressing soft kisses against your forehead. the lingering feeling of your lips against his neck remind him of the hickeys you’ve left.

satoru moans against your hot skin. his dick twitches, his balls tighten and his arms wrap around you to cradle you against his bare chest. he’s going to fill you with his hot cum like you deserve. you deserve every single drop and he wouldn’t give it to anyone else but you.

“shit, g’nna cum,” satoru warns after a small whine leaves his throat, “take it, baby. don’t waste a drop, wanna breed you full.” his thrusts turn a bit erratic, body pinning yours to the mattress so you have nowhere to run. all you can do is lay there and take it— take his cum while you reach your own climax.

white dots appear in his vision as satoru releases rope after rope of hot, sticky cum inside of you. his hips are pressed tightly against yours— leaving no chance for his seed to trickle out of you.

the satisfaction that fills satoru’s chest is like no other. a small grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans his body weight on top of you slightly, catching his breath. your trembling frame rests beneath him while you’re trying to regain composure as well.

“there y’ go, atta girl,” satoru coos and kisses your forehead. he treats you so well, even after sex. he treats you like you’re his true wife. which you should be.

he rubs your sides with his hands to calm you down. his own breath is still shake as he looks down at you with a grin. a wicked idea pops up in his head once he sees the thick trail of cum that’s left on your slit after he pulls out.

“y’know how i told ya that i’ll make y’ my wife one day?” satoru hums, eyes focused on both your face and cum-covered pussy. he has told you before that he will find a way to officially make you his.

and he finally just realised the perfect way to do it.

“mhm,” you nod with a dazed look in your eyes. you wrap your arms around satoru’s shoulders and hug him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. you can practically feel the smirk on his lips as his breath ghosts over your ear.

his hand travels down to your tummy, fingers splayed over the soft flesh; “good, ‘cause y’re gonna need to play the part for me already. gonna fill you up ‘til you’re nice and swollen with my kids, wifey.”

[ohimsummer]

Uh- Gojo is a dom in canon. It’s show in the manga and anime and gege said he had a canon god complex.

“f-fu—, ah!” your boyfriend cries into a drool-soaked pillow, stuffing his face in it to hide from your endless giggling.

“is this too much for you, satoru?” your tone is evil and mischievous. it’s obvious you’re having wayyyy too much fun here. “just do what you tell me all the time and take it. take my dick like a good slut.”

at this point, he can only answer in grunts and moans, eyes clenched beneath furrowed brows as you pound deep into his ass. it’s sore and bruised, imprinted with layers of your red handprints and the occasional bite mark. maybe you went a little feral when he agreed to let you fuck his ass…whatever, it’s his fault for being so annoying about it,

“try not to go at a snail’s pace”, satoru teases, giving his ass a cheeky wiggle against your rubber appendage. “you don’t have to go too easy on me. i can take whatever you can give, pretty girl.”

you glide slippery lube up and down the the fake dick strapped to your pelvis. “you better, because i didn’t intend on it.”

the lack of reaction from you somewhat intrigues gojo, but he assumes you’re putting on a confident facade in front of him. just wait, once you actually get ready to put it in, you’ll be all hesitant and nervous and begging him to help poor little you.

“wait, ‘s too—,” a pathetic whimper leaves satoru’s plump lips, decorated with teeth indentations. “it’s too much, fuck, sl-slow down—“

“slow downnn??”, you feign utter shock, the hand pumping his leaking dick picking up pace. “satoru! don’t tell me the strongest can’t handle it? i thought you told me not to go at a snail’s pace?”

he huffs, using whatever energy he has left to direct glaring, teary blue eyes at you. “i-i did, but—“

“but what, sweetheart?” you spot the wobble of his pouty lips, entire face tinted a bright red hue. you’re pulling out all his own teases and tricks, all the mockery satoru makes you endure when it’s you getting fucked into the mattress.

“nothing.” he grunts it stubbornly into the pillow, facing away to keep whatever’s left of his pride.

“ohhh, so now it’s nothing?” his length twitches in your palm. “that’s so good to hear, baby. it’d be a shame if all that talk you were doing beforehand was just a bunch of lies.”

you can feel satoru throbbing in your hand again, and you know he’s close. another smack to his behind pushes a high-pitched moan from his lips.

“i wa-wanna cum.”, he says, turning slightly to look at you.

“oh?”, you thumb over the dribbling tip of his cock. “are you asking or are you telling me?”

“asking—!”, satoru whines. he fucks wildly into the palm of your hand. “please! please let me cum!”

this must be how he feels when he watches you writhing and squirming beneath him any other night. this towering sense of pride and accomplishment and smugness.

“since you beg so nicely,” you indulge him, “go on, then. make a mess for me, pretty boy.”

and he does. satoru gives a few more weak thrusts before letting out a deafening moan, and hot, thick ropes of his seed come shooting out—it’s a lot, enough to coat both your hand and his stomach and leak down to the sheets below.

“empty?”, you ask, and satoru gives a weak shake of his head. “good! now let’s go again.”

[ryiju-muunie]

hiii ^^ can u write ab how perverted each JJK man is? plz plz plz includ choso!!!!! i luv my little bbg

Dirty Little Pervert!

HOW PERVERTED ARE THEY?

[Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, and Toji]

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!reader/JJK MEN Warnings: established relationship, fem!dom!reader [Gojo], sub!Gojo, anal fingering, dumbification, public sex, dub-con, exhibitionism, slave play, pet/master, hair pulling, degradation, spanking/flogging, bratty!reader [Nanami], brat taming, dacryphilia, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, sex toys, Choso's is really sweet, hunter/prey, consensual non-consensual [Toji] breeding kink, biting, blood play [blood drinking] Word count: 1941 DESC: How perverted are each JJK man on a scale from 1 to 5?

I actually had so much fun with this! I've never done a multi-fic before I'd love to do more!

This is not my most well written fic but hey it's something!

Satoru Gojo: ★★✩✩✩ Submissive/Dominant

Satoru Gojo was the most pathetic man you had ever been with. You had never heard a man cry and whimper more than him, which was strange because when you first met him you had him completely wrong. From the way he acted and from how he presented himself, you pegged him for a dominant guy who liked to fuck submissive girls. You initially thought it would be a problem, being a dom yourself. So it surprised you when you heard him casually admit to being a sub. 

“I like a real dominant woman. Someone who can fuck my smug attitude outta me.” That was all he needed to say. Because soon that’s exactly what you did. 

You just used your fingers, pumping them in and out of his tight little hole. He was already so sensitive that’s all he needed to become a slobbering and filthy mess. You watched as the boy you knew as cocky and conceded fall apart, whimpering and crying out that he wanted more.

“You like that slut?” You smirked, arching your fingers to touch his sensitive prostate. Satoru moaned, nodding his head against the bed. Both of his hands were gripping the sheets and his back arched as he felt a wave of pleasure shoot through his cock. He’d already cum several times, writhing around in it. But he still wanted more. And not to mention, you wouldn’t let him leave until you milked him completely and utterly dry. 

“M-mommy.. Please.. F-f.. mmm… shit.. Mm-fuck.. Fuck.. fuck me… p-please!” He sobbed into the cushion, jerking his hips to the sensation. It wasn’t long before he felt it get too intense and he spilled out again onto the bed, screaming out with pleasure. He threw his head up and arched even more that he possibly could. All from your plush little fingers. You hadn’t even begun to stroke his cock or fondle his balls and he was completely and utterly gone. He was in a haze, fucked dumb from your digits. 

“More…” he rasped, looking over at you with his tongue sticking out, “I want… more..”

Suguru Geto: ★★★★✩ Exhibitionist and slave play

Suguru wasn’t one for hiding his perverted nature. You shouldn’t have been surprised when you both came home from a late day at the office and he was beginning to pull down your pencil skirt. One hand pulled at the hem while the other used little force to push you stomach-first against the hood of his car. You let out a breathy gasp and turned back to him, trying to see what exactly he was doing.

“Suguru?” You asked, trying to get an idea as to what was about to happen. You didn’t want to admit but you were already soaking wet. You knew with the nature of your relationship he didn’t need to ask, if your master wanted to fuck you you knew to oblige. No matter where you two were. 

He pressed his raging boner against your ass and let that speak volumes. He hadn’t been able to concentrate without thinking about fucking you in public. He wanted everyone to hear you moan that he was yours and no one could ever fuck you like that. He wanted you to cry and choke on his cum as he pounded into from the back. Suguru wanted everyone to know who owned you. 

Your skirt came off and fell down to your ankles, revealing your underwear. He inhaled sharply and pulled his cock out from his slacks, letting it hit your fat ass with a small noise. It was within seconds that he was inside you. You gasped and arched your back, feeling one of his hands on the small of your back and the other grabbing your hair, pulling you back to him. 

“You like that, huh? Whore? Little pathetic slut?” Suguru spat in your ear, making your pussy throb in between your legs. You were the most self-respectable girl, never letting anything get to you. But in your sex life… you were a different person. You were a total slut for your husband, doing anything and everything to please him. 

Kento Nanami: ★★★✩✩ Spanking and Brat taming

Kento wasn’t a very perverted guy at all, he’d only ever really think about that stuff when he was with you. You never pegged him for the guy who was into going to fetish bars or doing ACID on a Tuesday night, and you were right. However, you didn’t account for the fact he had his own kinks and ways of pleasuring himself. He never admitted but he enjoyed his fair share of BDSM, only with the right person of course. When you came in, with your bratty nature and your big innocent eyes… he wanted to corrupt you. He wanted to cum on your tits and force you to lick it off or give you a piece of his mind after a long day of work, fucking into you with no care for your own personal boundaries at all. But… he restrained himself enough to limit his kinks to a select few things.

So you found yourself, bent over on his lap with a flogger in his hand, while his other lifted up your pink skirt. Of course, you didn’t wear underwear. He had gotten used to the fact you were the pervert in this relationship, doing everything to get a rise out of him. And it worked. You had been able to make him so sexually frustrated it was pissing him off. He needed to tame you and make you bend to his will over and over, and over again. 

Of course, it would only make you behave for about a week before you started to test his patience again, and then the cycle would repeat. And god he loved it.

“Okay dirty girl,” he spoke gently, “Remember if you stop counting I start over,” and with one fell swoop the flogger smacked your ass. You let out a whimper and threw your head back, counting the first number.

After a few more spanks from the flogger you hazily looked over at him, drool pooling on your bottom lip and dripping onto the floor, “I.. mm.. I forgot… my place,” you let out a hiss as Kento frowned and raised his hand, slapping your ass with enough force to make you cry out. “Mm! I’m sorry!” You let out a sob before he smacked it again, “D-daddy Mm.. mm sorry!” 

“You’re going to show me how sorry you really are, okay?” He raised an eyebrow as you, looking you over as your body shook. You didn’t realize it but he was so incredibly hard it was becoming painful for him.

Choso Kamo: ★✩✩✩✩ Mutual masturbation

Choso actually isn’t that much of a pervert! Choso had never found himself interested in BDSM or crazy sex. He preferred the romantic aspect of a relationship over the sexual, which he was very glad you did too. There was nothing he really wanted to try or had a desire to do. All he really wanted was to be close to you in any way possible. So maybe there was one thing. He wanted to see how you pleasured yourself when you were all alone. He wanted to see how you touched yourself to the thought of him, and he wanted to show you how he touched himself to you. 

When he suggested the idea you thought it was really sweet and agreed. It made him happy to think you wanted to be as close to him as he wanted to be with you. You watched as your boyfriend shyly peered over at your exposed pussy, glistening just for him. You placed your small vibrator over your clit, letting out a faint sigh at the new sensation. Just watching you begin to please yourself made a small jolt of electricity travel through his cock.

“Baby…” You cooed, motioning for him to lay beside you. Choso nodded and laid back, resting his head against your shoulder, “You wanna touch yourself too?” 

“Mmhm…” He nodded, looking down at his growing erection. It took a few seconds before he was freed from his pants and sopping wet from his precum. He shyly placed his hand around his shaft and stroked upwards, before focussing on his tip. You watched him with a curious expression, slowly rubbing circles around your clit with your bullet vibrator. You let out a small moan as you watched him massage the slit on his tip, before going back to stroking his length again. All the while, his eyes were on you. Your face and the cute expressions you were making. 

This felt more intimate than sex. A way to be close to one another without truly touching each other. Even though he longed desperately to touch some part of you, that’s why he was leaning his side against yours. Your warmth and your smell were so comforting, it was all he needed to masturbate near you. He really, really loved you.

Toji Zenin: ★★★★★★ Hunter/prey and CNC

Toji wins. Toji fucking wins. He’s the most perverted man you’ve ever met. The first thing he asked you when you walked up to him at that bar was your bra size, and that same night he was taking it off with one hand. Your relationship was purely sexual from the moment it began and you both loved it. You would do any kink or any weird thing he suggested, as he would for you. As long as it meant he got to breed your pretty pussy in the end. 

Today you both had decided on something… out of the norm. It was dead of night, maybe 3 AM? And you were in a lovely wooded area, running for your life. Behind you, you heard something chasing after you. Maybe it was a beast, maybe it was a man, you couldn’t tell. Toji was supposed to be chasing you, but it had been so long since you had seen him that you weren’t sure what was behind you anymore. You looked down at your surroundings but it was pitch black, the only thing you could see were a few branches in front of you. You still saw them yet you tripped. 

You fell face-first into a pile of leaves, scrambling when you heard… growling. A large hand grabbed your shirt and you gasped, struggling against it. You could barely see, you didn’t realize he had leaned down and began to bite you. You let out a cry, “Agh! S-stop!” You continued to struggle, whimpering when the man behind you broke skin and started to suck on the blood seeping from your neck. 

“Pretty thing. Shame… M’ gonna fuck you so good,” Toji whispered, throwing you back into the ground. He was giving you a chance to run, to escape. But you didn’t want to. It was so fun to role play, to pretend you were in any real danger. You knew even though your relationship was sexual he’d kill for you and your tight pussy.

“Please…” You cried as you felt your pants rip from the top down, exposing your ass, “Leave me alone…” You buried your head into the leaves, a large hand grabbing your hair and pulling you up. 

“I said I’m gonna fuck you good. Now stay quiet you fucking brat,” Toji pushed you down, making you squeal in pain as he slapped your ass a few times. Your skin stung and you knew this was just the beginning of a long sexual experience with your lovely sneaky link, Toji.

[marshmallowdarling]

TW: Smut, like just absolute FILTH! MDNI! My second attempt at smut please be kind, this man has been eating my brain. 'Pretty' is used but no gender or gendered parts are used ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nanami Kento is a gentleman through and through and that doesn’t change when he’s drowning in his own possessive thoughts about you but even the nicest of men can snap after being pushed to the brink. 

Kento had delt with your multiple escape attempts with grace even after dealing with a migraine named ‘Gojo Satoru’ and idiotic co-workers at his dreaded desk job. So today should be the same shouldn’t it? He was practically counting down the days of your next escape attempt, knowing it would be coming up and making taking appropriate measures. 

So why was he feeling like this? Why was he feeling buzzing underneath his skin? Why was he restless? Why did he feel like his mind full of cotton and spinning at the same time? Why did it feel like it was impossible to breathe?

He’s always a gentleman, even when he pins you down on the soft bed, your body sinking into the plush surface as he rails you brain dead. 

Usually, he loves seeing your pretty face scrunch up in those cute little expressions but he has your front pressed into the sheets. Practically laying on-top of you as he drapes himself over your back making sure you couldn’t even think about running away from the pleasure he was drowning you in. 

Dirty sticky wet ‘plap, plap, plap’, sounds echoing the room as he fills you up so deliciously with deep, strong, slow strokes. 

You can’t even bring yourself to ask him to go faster because it already feels so good, the pleasure melting your brain leaving only moans and hiccupped cries to spill out of your spit-stained lips. It honestly feels like you’re drowning as he makes you take it again and again and again and again-

Whining out brokenly as you drool all over his thick veiny forearm, Kento keeping you in a headlock as he spews absolute filth into your ear in between his own groans. “There we go sweet thing, takin’ it so prettily for me-” His own breath hitches and his head tilt back just a little, blonde hair falling over his eyes. 

The deep moan he lets out hits you hard, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear as he presses kisses everywhere he can reach, on your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders. The soft plush feeling of his sweet kisses contrasting with his mean deep thrusts. 

His yanks his arm back tightening his grip, not enough to choke you but enough so you could feel the pressure. “No, no, no sweetheart- don’t run from it now.” A chuckle leaves his lips as your head tilts back, his eyes soaking up the absolute mess he’s made of you. Your eyes glazed over and knocked back, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth cutely as your mouth opens in choked out moans. “You’re taking it, I’m going to make you take it.” He growls out, a smirk pulling his lips as his free hand comes to hold your plush hips down, feeling how feverish your skin was. 

“The little brat just needed to get to get fucked huh?” Kento coo’s so sweetly its mocking, but the blunt lewd words coming from the usual stoic man makes everything feel that much more dirty. “Needed me to fuck those stupid thoughts right out of your skull huh love? You could have just asked instead of acting out baby.”

He lets out a low moan as presses sloppy kisses to your already sloppy mouth, drinking up your cries and tasting your salty tears dripping into both of your mouths. 

Kento’s tongue messily presses against yours as you try and fail to speak, only letting out a muffled “Hngh-” since he really and truly left you brain dead. Panting into his mouth you squeal when he tilts your hips up, jerking your body with his deep thrusts as he goes even deeper. Choking on a gasp as he pulls back to groan, thick brows pinches together as he feels you clench. “Ah- shit sweet thing, gonna drive me crazy for you.” He grits out, his breathing laboured as he feels himselfstart to get fucked-out, pleasure shooting up his spin and making him shiver.  The thought of Kento and Kento alone fills your head, his musky smell, his touch, his kisses, just HIM and his mind shattering thrusts as he fills out every spot even you didn’t know about. Your nails and teeth dig into the thick skin of his forearm, scratching and bitting pretty marks into the skin he would worship later as you feel the stupid amount of muscle and veins beneath his skin. 

Little ‘ah- ah- ah~’ moans falling out of you, you can barely hear yourself as Kento fuck’s you dumb, making your back arch in pleasure as your limbs twitch and jerk. You don’t even feel your orgasm, stuck drowning in the feeling of him, until it’s too late and it feels like he’s ripping you apart in the sweetest of ways. 

A wail leaves you as he talk’s you through it. “There we go- there we go. C’mon baby give it to me- yeah, I’m right here baby doing so sooo good for me.” He whispers in your ear as he pins your twitching body down harder, his forearm tightening the headlock around your neck as his other thick arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady on his cock. Not stopping his measured deep thrusts as you sob in pleasure, babbling out dumbly.  You claw weakly at his arm, barely able to kick your legs out as he puts his weight on you clawing feebly at his arm to try to push him away.  “Nu-uh baby.” He growls lowly ignoring your overstimulated cries, nipping pretty little marks on your neck that gets you moaning out lewdly. “This is your punishment- gotta make sure to drain all that energy out of you.”  

It’s a twisted punishment to him, he could never hurt you, he loved you. But he needed to show his love more hands on apparently, and if he could do that as well as making sure you were too tired to even think about running again than how could he not. 

Nanami Kento is a gentleman, what kind of man would he be if he couldn’t make his wonderful darling cum? 

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 34 || The Degrading Era (part 2)

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, smut, & a tinge of fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3.5k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——THREE TIMES. THREE TIMES IN A row did Sukuna manage to make you squirt. Again, this wasn't completely unusual because Choso had that ability too but it was alarming how quickly Sukuna was able to do so.

Sukuna's so mean with it too. He'd force your back into this arch that allowed him to fuck so deep into you, leaving you gasping and moaning beneath him. Then, he'd move to pull your hips back to meet his every thrust which made the loudest and filthiest clapping and squelching sounds.

Not to mention the way he began to shift every now and then. At one point, he had one leg up and thrust into you at an angle, making you see stars as his hand would come down on your ass over and over and over again.

Other times, he was drilling his cock into your soaked pussy, his hands pressed down into the arch of your back, thumbs pressed into your spine hard enough to leave a mark while he simply beat you down into the bed.

There was a point where he had your arms behind your back, one of his hands holding onto them tightly as his other snaked around your body and he dipped two of his fingers into your mouth just because.

You were a mess. He meant it when he said he'd ruin you because that's exactly how you felt.

Sukuna even pressed your face down into the mattress while his dick slammed into your sweet spot over and over and over and over again. Your moaning was so loud and whiny, drool was leaking out of your mouth, and your sounds could be heard even with the muffling of the bed.

You cried out his name so many times and he'd throb and twitch inside you in reaction.

Then, there was that damn mouth of his. Sukuna was so mean but you thrived off of it. Even when he praised you for making an absolute mess of him, he still managed to throw in the use of the word whore or slut, sometimes even brat when you didn't cum fast enough for him.

He'd have his large hands on your ass, squeezing the fat hard enough to leave marks as he watched his thick cock stretch you open. Sukuna loved the mess of it all, seeing his cock smothered in white because of the number of times you came on him.

The sight was so sexy-, you were unbelievably sexy.

Evidence of how rough he was with you was plastered all over your body; scratch marks covered parts of your back and your arms, both your ass cheeks had large and noticeable hand marks on them, and there were a few bite marks and dark hickeys left around your shoulder area.

"H-Hhnngh... aah, 'k-kuna-," You couldn't even say his name properly but he liked that too, it was cute.

His body was glistening in sweat and at this moment, he had a hand pressed onto your head, keeping you pinned down to the bed, "C'mon, one more... Cum on my cock one more time f'me," Sukuna encouraged.

His words reminded you of Choso so much, that fact alone being the true reason you obeyed him so quickly.

Sukuna smiled at the feeling. Nothing could compare to the way your pussy gripped around him as you came, fluttering and sputtering around his girth due to his words. He thinks he was growing addicted to that feeling.

You had no idea how he went so long without cumming inside you, or at all for that matter. You were too fucked out to realize that the man would occasionally pull out and prolong his orgasm on purpose just because he liked making you cum.

It was dangerous for him to grow so addicted to such a thing but, did he care? No. Especially not when he was currently making you cum for the nth time of the night.

His sheets were soiled at this point but he liked that too. He enjoyed the whole thing, the entire process of completely ruining you.

"So... fuckin'... pretty," Sukuna moaned at the sight of your liquids glistening around his cock, "What a pretty slut you are..."

He'd never admit it but, he was pussydrunk-- hazed with lust and drenched in you from the waist down.

His thrusting grew calculated all of a sudden, pinpointing that specific spot inside you that made your entire body clamp up.

"Ohmygod-," You breathed out, "R-Right th-there.... Fuuuck p-please-, aaghn..." You begged and pleaded for him to continue, completely lost and fucked dumb.

Sukuna grunts, "Yeah? Right here?" He mocked you, only drilling into that very spot harder and harder.

You nodded dumbly into the sheets before his hand pushed your head further down and his pounding grew slow and impossibly harder. Oxygen was being fucked out of your lungs and you were choking on what little air made it into your throat.

"Could' fuck you like this all night," Sukuna grunted as your walls pulsed around him, "You want me to?" He chuckled, "Hm?"

Your eyes rolled back like they had plenty of times beforehand and your mouth was just open with breathy moans leaving your throat. "Ha-ah... Mhm... Y-Yeah..." You whined quietly.

The man tilted his head, "Louder, slut, I can't hear ya'."

You moaned and your voice came out louder as requested, "Y-Yes."

Does that satisfy him? For some reason, no. "Yes what?" Sukuna's voice was husk and rough with you by this point.

"Yes, S-Sukun-na..." You stammered out amid his thrusts.

"What do you want me to do, say it." He ordered.

You both hated and enjoyed how he wanted you to be so vocal, "F-Fuck me... ah, a-all ngh... night..." You babbled, your words not entirely true since you were growing lightheaded and you were sure to pass out any second now.

"Mmmh..." He hums deeply, his throat vibrating. "I would but," There's a faint thump in the bed as he moves and then his hand eases off your head, "You're about to tap out on me." Sukuna points out.

He's not wrong. Your eyes were barely open and your body was twitching as your legs trembled violently. With a heavy sigh, Sukuna's thrusts finally slow down and he eases out of you.

You felt the weight of his cock on your ass, followed by the sound of a groan from him as he came all over your ass and your back. You took that as your queue to go limp, your legs falling and your eyes finally shutting.

Your breathing was ragged and you were even sniffling from the way you sobbed out his name in pleasure for what felt like forever. Sukuna felt like he'd accomplished what he wanted to and once he was done, you felt the bed move as he got out of it.

Your own cum was felt against your inner thighs, along with the dampness of the bed, and Sukuna's seed was decorating your back. You just laid in the mess, too out of it to realize, too fucked out to think, too tired to speak or even move.

You don't know where Sukuna went or what he was doing as the room went quiet but you didn't care, you were fading from consciousness, and all your sexual activities caught up with you all at once-- leaving you knocked out cold within seconds after Sukuna parted from you.

The male had gone to the bathroom and got himself roughly cleaned up, returning to you after about five minutes to find you slumped. He chuckled at the sight and reached for his earlier discarded phone that lay on the bed near you.

Raising it to his face, he let out a yawn, realizing you took more energy out of him than expected, as he unlocked the device. Sukuna glanced up from his cell and to you, debated something for a long moment, and then shrugged the thought away-- it wasn't necessary, he thought to himself. He already got what he needed.

After sending a text to someone, the man shuts his phone off and then places it back down.

It was on to the next task for him...

Cleaning you up. Rumors depict Sukuna as a coldhearted asshole who liked to create disasters for fun but, he's not heartless enough to leave you a complete mess. He has morals and fucking you also gave him respect for you.

The man was surprised you even lasted as long as you did, laughing to himself the more he thought about it.

As he goes to clean you up, he strokes the side of your face with the back of his hand, "You poor thing," Sukuna hums, tilting his head to the side, "There's so much fun I'd want to have with you... But..." His eyes narrow and he holds his tongue, not saying what he truly wanted to just in case you were awake, "You couldn't possibly handle all of me."

You halfway heard what he said, most of which was contorted in your sense of acknowledgment and remembered in pieces. Either way, his touch goes away and he begins to clean you and the area up, ridding all evidence of what's been done.

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When you come to, you're wrapped up in a blanket, your head resting on a pillow comfortably. You're no longer in the room you'd been in before and it's... it's the next day.

There's a thin slip of sunlight hitting the back of your head and you have to blink a few times to adjust your eyesight to where you are. You don't remember anything after you passed out and you're surprised you were out the entire night.

You shift to get up and notice that the bed you're in is absolutely massive. The room is so clearly freshly cleaned, large, and decorated in white, black, and red furniture. Not a picture is in sight as you glance around so you really weren't sure what room you were in.

On your body was this large t-shirt and... your underwear? Except, it was freshly cleaned? Holy shit, how long were you out for?

Rubbing your eyes, you look over to one of the many shut doors in the room, spotting a light on. Just as you wonder if Sukuna's in there, the man emerges from behind that door shirtless with a towel hanging around his waist.

Water drips off his bright pink hair and onto the floor as his eyes meet yours. The slip of sunlight hits his body just right, causing the water rolling down his chest to glisten.

His voice is shockingly lower than it was the night prior, "Plan on gawkin' at me all morning?"

You take your eyes off his body and your face flushes at the sound of his morning voice, "N-No..."

Sukuna chuckles and makes his way over to the bed, the fresh shower scent exuding off his skin as he nears you. You back away slightly while Sukuna bends toward you, placing his hands on either side of your body and bringing his face close to yours.

You struggle to keep eye contact as he nears you, "Why're you so-"

"How do you feel?" Sukuna cuts off, uninterested in your questions as to why he's so close to you.

With a huff, "I feel fine, I think." You tell him.

"Can you feel your legs?" He questions further.

Your brows further and you open your mouth to respond but as you shift a leg beneath the covers, you feel a sharp pulse and a terrible ache in your muscles. "Mhm," You hum, frowning at the soreness that begins to thrum all throughout your body.

Your back hurts, your ass hurts, your legs are shaking a bit, and even your throat is hurting. God damn this man fucked you up, literally.

Sukuna arches a brow, "They hurt?"

"Everything hurts," You whisper.

He chuckles and leans back away from you, standing up straight, "You asked me to go slower, then faster, never softer."

A pout pulls at your lips, "Would you have listened if I did?"

Sukuna thinks for a second, "Probably not."

You roll your eyes and he laughs.

"Here," Sukuna tosses you a bottle of pills and then nods his head to the nearby nightstand.

You notice a cup of tea sitting next to a full plate of hot food, your eyes widening at the sight. Your mouth opens to say something, probably asking a stupid question but, Sukuna answers before you can even get it out.

"Yes, it's for you." He grumbles, turning away and heading toward, what seems to be. his closet, "Eat up so I can take you home."

He then disappears into his closet before you can get any type of argument out. With a shrug, you move to take what he's given you and also chow down on the plate of food.

As you did so, you realized you were in his bedroom and that it wasn't messy like he'd previously described it was. Your nerves about it and your skeptical emotions died down the more you glanced around, realizing that his bedroom had recently been cleaned.

By the time you were done eating, Sukuna was moving around his room, still readying himself for the day as you went to grab your phone that'd been plugged up for you. When you opened the device and went through it, you noticed your notification from your bank, a lovely deposit of six thousand USD having been sent to you within the last hour.

You're not surprised that Gojo paid you so quickly, he knew you were meeting with Sukuna so it's not shocking to you to see him pay you. Even so, the sight of more money never fails to make you smile.

"Someone's happy," Sukuna comments, his voice closer than you expected it to be and making you flinch.

He was right next to you all of a sudden, reaching for a bottle of water on the nightstand. You click your phone off and look up at the man. How long had he been standing there?

"I just got paid," You beam simply. He wouldn't think anything of it, it's not like he knows you're jobless.

Sukuna swishes down a gulp of water, swallowing it down and sighing afterward, "Yeah?"

You nod, "Mhm."

"Hmph," The man hums, almost as if he mentally noted the words you've just told him, "Paychecks make you that happy?"

Your brows furrow, "Uh, yeah? Pretty sure everyone gets happy because of paychecks."

He shrugs, "Depends on number."

"Fair point."

"Yours seemed to be pretty hefty," Sukuna comments simply before placing the water bottle down and then turning away.

You chuckle wearily, "Did you see it or something...?"

The man strolls toward his bathroom, "Saw more zeros than I was expecting to," Sukuna states.

You can see him straightening up his bathroom counter. "Oh..."

"Must be some job," He comments, glancing toward you, "What do you do?"

Your heart skins into your toes. How the hell are you supposed to respond to that? If he said he saw a bunch of zeros, you'd have to have an expensive job-

"I'm a therapist," You voice out calmly.

Lying has become something you're all too good at. But, technically you were just stretching the truth. After all, that is the job you've been looking to get after school so, you're completely lying... in a sense.

Sukuna pauses. Then, he chuckles lowly, "A therapist?"

You swallow, not liking the way he laughed or the sound of his voice. He doesn't believe you. "Yeah."

"Mmh." He hums, snickering to himself within the bathroom, "How humorous."

"Humorous? How so?" You ask, shifting the covers off of your body and moving your legs off the bed.

"Just uh," Sukuna clicks his tongue, trying to hold in another laugh, "Didn't take you for a therapist is all."

You try to lift yourself from the bed, your legs shuddering as soon as you move. You then flop right back down and shake your head. "What'd you assume my job was?"

He scoffs and then turns the bathroom light off, exiting and heading toward you, "A whore," He comments, clearly joking but his words make you uneasy.

That's oddly specific. You didn't think much of when he called you a whore last night, since, y'know, you like being degraded. But, something about that being his assumption for your occupation is a crazy coincidence.

Especially considering how hellbent Gojo was on telling you not to call yourself that. The more you think about it...

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

A finger pokes into your forehead and you blink out of your thoughts.

Sukuna's chuckling, "I was joking, woman. Calm down." He utters, "I actually thought you worked at one of those beauty stores."

You raise a brow, still feeling uneasy with the man. "Beauty stores?"

"Sephora, Ulta," He shrugs, "Wherever the fuck, I pictured you being one of those cute little cashiers."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment...?" You murmur.

"Or working at McDonald's, I don't know, I didn't think too hard on it-- jus' wanted to fuck you," Sukuna admits honestly.

Your expression drops, "Oh..."

His hand goes to your chin and tips your face up, "Do you want me to want something more from you?"

His gaze is intense like always, causing chills to slip down your back. You shake your head, "I mean, no... I only wanted you to fuck me."

"We could keep doing this," Sukuna suggests with a shrug, "Make' it a weekly thing."

You blink, "You're joking, right?"

"What reason would I have to do so?" He asks plainly, "You've got the kinda' pussy men pay for. Hell, I..." He shuts his mouth for a second, almost getting carried away in complimenting you, "Ahem, I almost didn't give you a break, you're lucky I pitied you."

Truth be told, he was about to say he almost spilled his cum into you within the first few minutes and that in order to last so long he had to edge himself. But, Sukuna is too prideful to ever admit that out loud.

Your eyes narrow, "You're not good with complimenting people..."

"Excuse me?" He scoffs, finding your comment humorous, "I've complimented you enough already."

"They're shitty compliments..." You murmur with a slight pout as you look away.

Sukuna rolls his eyes, "If you think pouting like that is gonna' earn a better compliment from me, you'll be very disappointed."

"Whatever." You sigh, moving to sit back in the bed.

He moves to fold his arms, "What're you doing?"

"Uh, I can't walk so... I'm lying here." You say casually.

With a little annoyed groan, Sukuna suddenly moves toward you. Your eyes go wide as he hooks an arm under your legs and another behind your back, soon lifting you bridal style.

You're quick to wrap your arms around his neck as you're lifted into the air and Sukuna carries you to his bathroom.

"Do not get used to this." He says sternly.

You've got a big smile on your face as he assists you with readying yourself for the day.

The man helps you to brush your teeth, cleanse your face, get dressed in your clothes from the night prior that have been washed, and then he basically carries you everywhere around his house.

After which, Sukuna says he's driving you home and you end up spending a lovely morning receiving princess treatment from the man.

It was oddly nice seeing the way he'd help you put on your shoes, getting down on one knee in front of you and lacing your footwear for you. You silently enjoyed how he helped you get your coat on, zipping it up and making sure you were nice and warm before he picked you up and carried you outside.

Then, you also noted how he got you into his car-- which was just as expensive and fancy as his home, making sure to buckle you in even though you could've done that yourself.

And thus, the time you spend with Sukuna steadily comes to an end.

This leads you to start planning for your next, and final goal; Nanami Kento.

After all you've been through, this should be a breeze.

Right?

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: ???

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[shuugumi]

❥ 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: geto suguru has been gone for a week which turns you into a needy mess, he comes home a day earlier and what he walks in on is a surprise in itself!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw, geto suguru smut, asfab anatomy, perv!geto, masturbation (r), oral(r!receiving), prone bone, mating press, geto is a little mean (if u squint), pet names (honey, hun, handsome, baby), breeding, hair pulling, embarrassment, porn with a little plot, idk what else, it's just pure smut, !! 1k850wc !! lowkey rushed ending lololol

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: honestly. if i am being honest. i don't simp for geto but...after writing this and seeing all the geto fics filling my fyp......gorl!! i want him right now!!! once again, reblogs are vry appreciated as it gets my work out there!

"baby i am home." geto calls out as he closes the entrance door. as he unbuttones his jujutsu tech uniform, he hangs it on the coat rack. that's when he realises how dark the house was. it wasn't usual for the house to be dark especially if you were home alone and without you coming out wherever you were made geto suspicious.

taking off his shoes and slowly walking through the hallway he calls you out once more, "baby? where are you?" he shouts once more, making his way to your shared bedroom. the door—barley closed and a glow of linen light shined. as he brought he hand to the doorknob he stopped after hearing noises—noises of someone earning pleasure and the squeak of the bed sounding off.

"mmmm—ye-yes! fuh-fuck s'good baby." he raises an eyebrow, peaking through the crack of the door he sees you. groping yourself with one of your hands as you rufflessly rode one of the many pillows you had to beg for to buy all of the pillows. in your free arm, held a pillow but it wasn't just any pillow. it was his. your head buried into that pillow as you rocked your hips back and forth on the pillow.

"m-m-miss yu' sugu." you whine into the pillow, feeling your end coming close and your body becomes limp. falling onto the bed as you fucked yourself back onto the pillow. geto watches as you get yourself off. unconsciously he palms himself through his baggy pants, watching and listening to your sweet moans.

he knew you were getting close. you become more whiny and begging— for your release and right when you felt you were coming undone, he abruptly pushes the door open— the door hitting the wall, startling you. your head shoots to his direction and immediately you roll over, hiding yourself under the ruffled bedding and he chuckles walking in closer to the bed.

he looks down at the pillow you once were riding and see the huge wet patch and cream you left behind before hiding under the blankets. "damn...the pillows soaked honey. missed me that badly?" he says under his breath, pulling his shirt up and throwing it somewhere in the room.

"you-you're not supposed to be home till tomorrow!" you shout under the duvet covers, voice slightly muffled as he walks over to the other side and flips over the cover. seeing you laying on your chest, face buried in the sheets with sheer embarrassment. "satoru—took matters into his own hands...y'know how impatient he is with the higher-ups..." geto informs, bringing his hands to your bare back, caressing your spine and moving down to your ass. massaging and leaving a few spanks before removing his pants—and climbing on top of you.

his hardened dick rested right between your ass cheeks as he slowly moved. dick grazing in between your cheeks as you shyly bring your head up from the mattress and look back at geto. a meaningful grin plastered on his face, “wanna tell me what you want, hun?” he says, grabbing hold of his dick and slapping the tip over your assets and probing at your soaking entrance.

“fuck me…please. missed you s’much suguru!” you say, kicking your feet against the mattress—anticipating his next moves before you hear a sigh released from his nostrils. “yu’sure you missed me n’ not just my dick?” he laughs, spreading your ass cheeks to gain a view of your pretty pussy. glistening with your slick and seeing your entrance clenching round’ nothing.

“pussy wants it so badly, doesn’t she? tell me how badly she wants me to fuck her.” geto commands, running his index finger down your folds and entering his index finger into your clenching hole. wiggling around, seeing you clench your butt cheeks together. you whine at his touch as he explores your insides, hitting every wall. your feet lifting up, almost hitting his butt.

“words baby—need to hear your report.” he coos, slipping his finger out and running it down your lips once more. “be-been empty without your dick for sooo long…wantin’ you to fuck me for hours.” you swallow your pride and start spewing “nonsense” with a click of geto’s tongue, he snapped his hips into your ass— his dick plunging into you without any warning. you shriek at the sudden plunge and the sudden feeling of his thick and lengthy dick start stretching you out.

“fuckkk!” you moan as you feel his dick twitch against your gummy walls. a shiver down your spine alerts you as geto repositions himself. hands resting at the curvature of the tops of your ass, he pushes down, “lift your ass up a bit.” he says and you comply quickly. “move, please. hurry…” you whine, a pout adorning your face as you look back—geto running his hands up your back and raking his hand through your hair, grabbing a ponytail's worth of hair and forcefully pulling you up towards him. back curving as his mouth found a spot right by your ear.

“you can be a patient girl f’me can’t you? waited all week for this needy pussy, only to come home n’ seein’ you fuck yer’self on my pillow.” he husks into your ear before licking at your ear lobe and snapping his hips up against you. a shriek left your lips as your tongue lolled out. “ye-yes! yes! i can��be your patient girl!” you chanted out, holding your moans back as you scrunched the bedding with your hands as he started pounding into you. ass cheeks jiggling whenever his pelvis met your ass.

“sugu! gonna cum! don’t stop…please!” he hums after hearing you moan into the mattress and his speed doesn’t stop. he goes faster and slides one of his hands underneath you, reaching for your hooded clit— starting to rub at your bundle of nerves. “not gonna stop doncha’ worry sweet girl.” he says, speeding up his pace—the slapping of his balls hitting your ass after every thrust sounded through the bedroom. squelching sounds of your soaking pussy started talking, making geto go feral.

his pace stops at your clit as he feels your walls clench down onto his member, feet kicking at the mattress as you climax. geto not wasting one second, pulls out of you and flips you over. immediately going for your breasts, he attaches his lips to one nipple while the other groaps at the other; flicking and pinching you arch your back. legs wrapping around his waist as one of your hands rake into his long black hair.

“missed you honey.” he says in between every kiss he played from your nipples up your neck and ending on your lips. “missed you more, handsome.” you say, kissing him back; you slip your tongue into his mouth after he let out a groan, sucking on his tongue he ruts his hips up. twitching member drenched in your slick with the mix of his precum sliding up your wet folds. making out with him, your free hand travels down—getting a hold of his penis you try (key word try!!) to insert it in yourself but gets stopped when geto pulls away, slapping your hand away from his cock.

“lemme eat this pussy out first eh? before i cum in you.” is all he says before his head squished between your thighs. his lips suction your sensitive and puffy clit as he pokes his tongue out as he sucks. drawing all sorts of things on the bundles as your hips start to roll on their own. geto wraps his hands around both thighs and holds you down. sloppily licking down your slit, kissing your folds—ultimately giving you an australian kiss that has you seeing stars. “suguruuuuuu!!!” you shout as both of your hands roughly grabbed his hair, forcing his face more into your needy pussy.

geto is sloppy but remains elegant when eating you out. taking his time licking each and every crevice that’s down there. looking up through his tired eyes, seeing you bite down on your bottom lip looking at him with pleading eyes. soon, you’re cumming once more. your cum and juices dripping down his chin as he comes back up. sliding his dick up your folds once more until he reenters. “being so good for me.” he says before smacking one of your tits. you moan as his pace increases, grabbing your thighs and putting your legs on top of his broad shoulders. he kisses your ankles as he pounds into you.

breasts bouncing up and down as your hands grope them, trying to keep your breasts contained as he fucks into you. “ah! har-harder please!” he raises an eyebrow, bending your legs so you’re now in a mating press. his cock hitting every good spot now. laying soft and light kisses on your forehead as he muffles his moans. his tip just barely kissing the opening of your cervix makes you cry in pain but with the soothing effect of pleasure. you caress his face, as he bores into your eyes.

“keep squeezing me-ike’ that, g’nna cum in that sweet pussy.” he says, lifting up away from your face and legs—he pushes your legs more into your stomach and chest region as he starts pounder faster and faster, thrusts becoming sloppy and his lips become twisted within his teeth. “augh—fuckkk, cumming y/N, cumming!” geto whines as he feels his load comes pouring out, flooding your womb with his delicacy.

he’s chanting your name, y/N, y/N, y/N, as he forcefully thrusts a few more times; milking himself into you. he’s breathless, heaving and catching his breath from the feral speed he’d just been at. he chuckled before releasing himself. your legs come undone and you breathe heavily. pushing your pussy walls together to spurt out his cum. a loud pop! sound when both his cum and air blurt out of your filled cunt.

“feels…feels so good to be back home.” geto says, falling on top of you and snuggling into the nook of your neck. "i am glad to have you back...even if you were gone for just a week..." you whisper into his head as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving him small squeezes with your hands.

"think we need to buy a new pillow..." shamefully you say, looking up at the white ceiling— geto raises his head from your neck and deadpans you right to your face, "no. we already have like...10 pillows filled on this bed— losing one isn't a big deal.."

"but su&jade just came out with their new gingham pillow and duvet covers!! i...i have to get them..." you pout and he kisses your lips before sighing, "fine...we'll go tomorrow okay? but i am limiting you to two pillows okay?" he brings up his hand and extends his pink finger— your lips puckering when thinking through his deal. wrapping your slim finger around his, "promise." you say before giving him a kiss to lock the deal in...but once you pull away, you wink and stick your tongue out. "i mean it, y/N." geto says sternly and you laugh.

© 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 ; do not translate, copy, plagiarize or upload elsewhere!! all content is owned by me unless stated otherwise.

[minnaci]

gojo satoru x gn!reader · nsfw · wc: 0.7k

satoru's omegan nature has long been a source of contention with his clan. luckily, shame has no place in your bed, much less between your legs. yes, he'll claim you anyways.

contents: a/b/o dynamics feat. omega gojo, brief satosugu, penetrative sex (reader receiving), buttplug mention (gojo receiving), mating/claiming, heavy themes of possessiveness

reader details: reader is called "omega" and referred to with they/them pronouns. they are described as having a hole, but no other gendered or physical descriptors are used for their appearance.

a/n: this is my entry for @lorelune's spring fever a/b/o collab! im a bit late but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless :3

The Gojo clan is steeped in tradition. Old money and older power seeps through their veins, soaks in their roots like the finest green tea leaves in boiling water. 

Their greatest pride— Satoru, the dual wielder of the Six Eyes and Limitless. The most powerful sorcerer of his generation, and of all the generations that precede him. 

Their greatest shame— Satoru. Omega.

It’s funny, though. He’s never felt like an omega. Not when he single-handedly defeated his “strongest” handler at the tender age of six. Not when he grows up and learns to exorcise curse after curse with the barest flick of his finger. 

When he shares his first heat with an alpha well over a decade later, Satoru is still the one doing the fucking. He sees nothing wrong with that. He’s the strongest. Why wouldn’t alphas submit to him? 

Geto does it easily enough, spreading his legs with a sly, easy smile, and Satoru finds great pleasure in taking his best friend apart piece by piece until his big, strong alpha is nothing but a drooling mess in his sheets. 

It’s nice in the way that drinking water is nice. Refreshing. Necessary to maintain good health. But Satoru has always had a sweet tooth, and it only took a decade to instill within him the killer instinct befitting of the sole heir of the Gojo clan. 

Geto never stood a chance against Satoru. 

But Satoru… Satoru never stood a chance against you. 

Sharing heats with you is electrifying. There’s something that feels so right about the soft, hot squeeze of your pretty hole around his cock. Your gasps and moans stoke a fire in his chest— one that tells him to fuck you deeper, claim you for his own. And you are his. Nobody would deny it— how could they hope to defy Satoru’s will, Omega or not? 

“Satoru,” you whine, scent reeking of warm vanilla and aching desperation. Your pleasure is honey for his sore throat, your moans airy as spun sugar. “Satoru, please, please, need you.”

“I’m here,” he pants against your mouth. His hole flutters around the plug that occupies his ass, but that pleasure is secondary to the pure bliss of sinking deep inside your pulsing heat. He gives an experimental grind, and you let out matching whimpers. Oh, Satoru might be the Heavenly Son, the strongest, the most powerful, but you are the perfect Omega, all sticky-sweet slick and heady submission. “Let me have you, Omega.”

Your scent blooms as you clench down, a wordless plea. “Yours! Satoru!”

“Greedy little thing,” Satoru purrs and nips at your swollen scent gland, drawing a pitiful whine from your throat. Still, though, you keep your neck bared to him, allowing him to scent you and mark you as he pleases. It sends a thrill through some deep, base part of him— you belong to him as stars belong to the sky, as rain belongs to the sea. You belong to him as a rabbit belongs to the wolves. You are his in the way that nothing else is. 

Something primal swoops in his gut— some previously dormant instinct brought to light by your ardent adoration. His teeth sink deep into the soft flesh of your scent gland. He has an Omega’s blunt fangs, dull things made for gentle nibbles and playful nips, but what he lacks in biological imperative he makes up for with single-minded force.

He is the strongest, after all. He’ll claim you as his mate— teeth bared an act of defiance against biology, against curses, against the world. Belonging is the rivulets of blood that run down your neck. Pleasure is the forceful snap of two souls into inevitable orbit. Love is teeth in skin, tongue against flesh. 

Your body goes slack beneath him, and your hole clenches almost unbearably tight as an orgasm razes your body in white-hot pleasure. Satoru’s hole clenches in sympathy, milking his plug even as you milk his cock. Your body begs him to claim it, begs him to pump you full, and who is he to ignore his Omega’s siren song? He spills into you, thick and hot, and copper-iron-metal drips from his fangs as he wills your impossible bond into reality. 

To be Gojo Satoru is to live alone and in defiance— of his clan, of his restrictions, of his nature. To be Gojo Satoru’s mate is the opposite. He will never let you walk this world alone. 

“Omega,” he growls, because that is what you are. Satoru’s Omega.

“Satoru,” you whine back, and that, too, sounds just right. Your Satoru.

[onismdaydream]

short drabble that has been rotting my brain for months...

tags: 18+/mdni. gender neutral reader. dildos. dirty talk. calling gojo a narcissist. not proofread.

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“wow,” satoru breathes out, a faint smirk appearing on his mouth as his long finger traces one of the veins. “this is pretty damn accurate."

it's blue. a beautiful and bright shade of cerulean that doesn't quite catch the light the same way his eyes do. you can see the sparkle in his gaze now, like a kid in a candy store, so excited and amazed.

"i should hope so, they claim to be the best." you find yourself echoing his excitement, a dull thrum rushing through your body. you had been waiting for this, waiting so patiently for it to arrive in the mail, and now it's finally here. it's within your grasp. biting your bottom lip to suppress your growing smile, you take the few remaining steps between you and satoru.

"satoruuu," you coo, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. you can feel the small shudder that runs through him. "do you wanna play with your new toy?"

"now?" he asks as if he doesn't believe you, doesn't believe that you'd let him use it. maybe it was just some cruel joke of yours, to place it directly in his hands but never give him the permission he so desperately needed from you. despite how stubborn and cocky he can be, satoru listens.

"mhm," a hand moves down to rest on his pec, feeling the firm muscle underneath the fabric of his shirt. "put on a good show for me, yeah?"

and he does.

god, he looks so beautiful and perfect like this. that pretty pink flush is painted across his cheeks and his eyes are droopy with pleasure, mouth slightly open as he moans. satoru, you think, was sculpted by aphrodite herself. there was no other explanation for how attractive he is. each curve and dip of his body is so alluring, the way his muscles ripple with each movement, even the sounds he makes leaves you hot and needy.

another cry from his lips and you can't stop yourself from touching. you were planning on watching, but with the sight in front of you? there was no way you could resist.

"feel good, baby?" and your palm is massaging his ass, pulling slightly to see him clench around it. satoru moans in response and pushes back into your hand, eyes glossy with tears of ecstasy.

"yeah? you like being fucked by your own dick?"

drool is starting to drip out of the corner of his mouth, soaking into the sheet beneath him. you don't think you've seen satoru lose himself that quickly in quite some time, his brain too foggy to do anything than move the dildo in and out, in and out.

"such a narcissist, 'toru." you tease, knowing exactly what it's like to be on the receiving end — to be dicked down so good until you can't form a word other than his name, repeating it like a prayer. "you gonna leave me for yourself?"

a pinch of his eyebrows tells you that he is still listening, still present enough to try to protest.

"so in love with your cock that you don't need me, is that right?" and there's a whimper, a tremble to his bottom lip, a plead that it isn't true. that he would never leave you, he loves you, adores you.

but it doesn't mean that he stops fucking himself.

no, it feels too good to stop. the replica of his own cock is bullying against his prostate and his actual cock is practically crying with precum, the constant stimulation pushing him closer and closer to the edge. all he needs is a little push to send him toppling.

your hand wraps around his own and you guide the toy to just the right spot.

"c'mon baby, wanna see you cum."

half a dozen more thrusts of his replica and that cord snaps inside him, his orgasm racking through his body and leaving a mess on the bedding. you manage to catch him before he can fall forward, gently rolling him to the side so he doesn't get covered in his own release. you've made that mistake before.

you carefully clean his body, wiping the lube and sweat and cum and leaving sweet kisses along his skin. satoru's breathing eventually evens out, his heart rate returning back to normal.

"you know i love you, right?" his voice cracks a bit, his throat and mouth dry from panting, but you don't comment on it.

"i know, baby." and your lips against his own is a sacred promise.

[korebringerofded]

"Awe...You Cryin, Princess?" Satoru Gojo X F!Reader

Description- Most of the time, Satoru Gojo was the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Other times, he would pull your hair while he fucked into you from behind, your face shoved into his plush sheets as his hard dick fucked into your already cum-filled pussy. Words- 1k Warnings- Unedited as fuck yall, might edit later, I hate my writing so much rn, breaks suck, so much smut, MAPPA really got me going lol, SMUT SMUT, Use of princess, mean!Gojo, Oral(F), very little plot

A/N- Reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated and keep me going All requests are open and you can find my entire masterlist here.

Most of the time, Satoru Gojo was the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Most of the time, he spoiled you rotten, would take you shopping and just gorge you on presents and kisses and attention. He would watch you try on everything in the store if you wanted, his eyes wide and a big grin on his face as he analyzed each and every outfit. 

He would be so sweet when you made love, making you cum on his fingers and mouth until you’re begging him to fuck you. He would caress your face and plant soft kisses down your throat as his thumb moved slowly over your already swollen clit. He knew each and every spot to touch or kiss or lick to send you over the edge.

Other times, he would pull your hair while he fucked into you from behind, your face shoved into his plush sheets as his hard dick fucked into your already cum-filled pussy. Satoru’s previous hot white cum still spilling out over the sheets as he fucked you for the fifth time that day.

“You think I’m even close to being done with you, princess?”

He hissed in your ear, tugging a handful of your hair back to pull your back flush against his chest, his dick still drilling into your soaked cunt as his hand wrapped around your throat so he could properly fuck into you until you were a sobbing mess, a mixture of his cum and your slick spilling down your thighs. 

Tonight, however, Satoru had convinced you to come out to the bar with him and a few of the other teachers from Jujutsu High. Satoru, of course, looked very handsome in his casual clothes, a tight black button up shirt that hugged his bulging muscles and tight dress-pants that you were positive you could see the outline of his dick through.

You and Satoru had a bad habit of leaving functions particularly early or disappearing at them because you couldn’t keep your hands out of the other's pants. So, you wanted to try and get through one social gathering without Satoru fucking you in the front seat of his car or eating you out in the bathroom at the bar. His bright eyes glossy and half-open, never leaving your wonderful tear-stained face as he holds you against the wall, your own hand clasped over your mouth. Your hot slick running down his chin as he whispered filthy things against your adorable pink pussy.

For a while, you managed to contain yourself. You were determined to keep this night PG since Satoru’s coworkers would be there. There would always be time for other things when you got home. At least that is what you tried to tell yourself.

 He just looked so handsome like this, his hair down and perfectly messy, his glimmering crystal-like eyes, that boyish grin. The way he had his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and his muscular pale arms were on display just sent heat right to your already soaked thighs. 

You loved every single part of your boyfriend, how could you not?

You hadn’t realized how long you had been staring at him, your eyes trailing down from his handsome face and then back to his arms until you felt Satoru cupping your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he brought your eyes back to his striking ones.

“Something on your mind, princess?” Satoru asked, a tilt of his head that made his messy white hair ruffle as he looked down at you with a widening smirk.

Shit…he caught me staring at him. You thought to yourself. 

“No.” You said too quickly, clearing your throat. 

You were hoping Satoru wouldn’t notice the embarrassingly furious blush spreading over your face or the way you rubbed your thighs together when he spoke.

He did, of course he did.

You swallowed hard and tried to ignore the increasing wetness soaking through your panties. 

You ordered another drink, hoping it would help, it wouldn’t.

You knew that Satoru was just messing with you when you felt his fingertips run delicately over the surface of your bare thighs and up your dress, pushing the hem up. The action sent goosebumps all over your body and you turned to shoot Satoru a glare, your face heating up all over again. Satoru was already staring right at you, a smirk on his annoyingly handsome face and one elbow on the table as his cheek rested in his palm. 

You could almost taste the mint from his breath from how close he was and it almost made your knees buckle then and there. Satoru just had that effect on you and the worst part of all…was that he was completely aware of it.

“Satoru…” You warned, a huff leaving your lips. 

‘What?” Satoru asked with a huge innocent grin on his face.

“Don’t play dumb.” You groaned, a pout tugging on your lips.

“Am I not allowed to touch my girl now?” Satoru asked mockingly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I want you to do more than touch me, you jerk.

Satoru made it a point to torment you the rest of the night, soft brushes against your thighs, a soft kiss on that soft part of your neck that just makes you squirm. As he stands at the bar, his arm draped around your hip and as he carries on a conversation with Shoko, his hand trailed down your back. His fingertips dragging up and down your spine through the fabric of the thin dress you wore and sending jolts of electricity down your spine. 

You really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to you, that all you wanted was to feel his expert hands over your body,

When you got back to the apartment you two shared, Satoru couldn’t help but chuckle when he noticed the way you were looking up at him, big glossy eyes, you were expecting something. But tonight, Satoru was in the mood to be a bit mean to his little princess, for just a little longer at least.

Satoru kicked off his shoes and tossed his car keys on the counter before he moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand piece of your hair away from your adorable blushing face.

“Hm? You want something, princess?” Satoru asked with a grin as he knelt down so your eyes met with his crystals-like ones.

You didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or slap him. Both

“No.” You huffed stubbornly, puffing your cheeks out and crossing your arms over your chest.

“No? I figured the way you were eye-fucking me that you might want something.” Satoru said with a smirk as he took a step forward, his arms trapping you against the wall as your heart started to beat rapidly in your chest. 

“I was-.” You started to say before he pressed his finger to your soft lips with a dark laugh.

“You lyin’ to me now, princess? I thought you were supposed to be my good girl?” Satoru said with an almost mocking fake hurt voice. 

“N-no, toru’.” You whispered, your voice wavering as your boyfriend towered over you, his hands slipping under the edge of your dress and his finger hooking under the edge of your panties so he could tug them down your thighs so they pooled on the ground. 

“Fucking knew it..” He snorted. 

He was pushing your dress up your hips as he lowered himself to his knees now, his face pressed against your already dripping cunt. His eyes staring hungrily as another dark laugh left him, his fingers brushed up your thighs and against your slick pussy. His index finger pushed and rubbed against your folds and against your already puffy clit as he pinned your hips to the wall, one of your legs over his shoulder. 

“Haven’t even touched you and look at how wet you are…” Satoru cooed, pressing a kiss to your thigh while he started to tease the entrance of your pussy with his fingers, curling them just slightly into your hot plush walls that clenched desperately around him before he took them away again. 

“Tell me what you want.” Satoru hummed, pressing another soft kiss to your thigh but this time he sank his teeth into the plush flesh with a snicker.

You could only whine and pout in response, tears forming in your eyes.

‘Please…” You whined, tugging on his messy white hair with twitching fingers, 

“Please what?” Satoru asked, his tongue poking out of his mouth and delicately running up your thigh, around your folds and dancing right around where you actually wanted him. 

Damn him damn him damn him. 

“P-please, toru’. Need to cum, need to cum on your tongue.” You blurted out, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Awe…well when you ask all sweet like that…” He said with a grin, quite pleased with himself as he immediately leaned forward.

Satoru carried you to the bedroom after that, your dress and the rest of your clothes gone and forgotten. Satoru had buried his face into your pussy, his tongue flicking your throbbing clit back and forth for a moment before he would suck audibly on the bundle of nerves and then repeat, you could feel your own slick running down your thighs but you couldn’t care less. 

Satoru’s mouth was heaven, he was eager and skilled, it was a bit of a deadly combination. He would happily die between your thighs.

“Ah- F-fuck, toru’, so close.” You stammered, tears running down your face, your eyebrows knitting together as you leaned your head back against the wall, Satoru let out an audible groan at your sweet taste, he wanted to swallow every drop of your sweet desire, all for him.

“Yeah?” Satoru asked. 

He pulled away just long enough so he could shove two of his fingers deep into your pussy before curling them to press against that soft gummy part of your walls that only made you writhe and whimper under him before his lips were wrapped around your clit again and he sucked, his tongue tracing over you until he heard your lewd sobs and felt your nails digging into his scalp. 

Your vision went white, all the air left your lungs and drool dripped from the corner of your mouth as Satoru swallowed every drop of your desire for him with complete joy, his face pink and your slick coating his chin as he pulled away, looking up at you with a smirk, his head leaning against your thigh.

“Awe…you crying, princess?”

Please do not copy, use my work, or put it through AI without my permission or I'll be really sad about it!!

[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over. 

[4dtk]

have this absolute shameless drabble of sugar daddy gojo that i wrote in between requests. my fingers have never typed so fast im sorry this is literally self-indulgent at this point ARJGJFFJ.

disclaimer i honestly can't see anyone calling gojo daddy but just for this fic..... ill allow it..... and also bc sugar daddy gojo is just always residing in my mind. did you see how he transferred 10 mil to mei mei!!!!! i will never shut the fuck up about that scene. pls spoil me <3

warnings: praise, public sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, breeding kink, pet names

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

sugar daddy!gojo pushes you up against the window of the store, visible for everyone to see you getting fucked senseless. in the gucci store four floors up, it could work both ways. fortunate to be so high up, although people would be getting a treat if they happened to look up.

“you know what you’re doing, baby?” he grunts, hips rocking into your soaked pussy as the staff outside try to ignore the lewd noises coming from behind the curtains.

it was supposed to be a simple trip: get a dress for gojo’s event in a few weeks and get out. with a tight arm wrapped around his, you followed him around like a starstruck puppy, the edges of your lips curled up knowing he’d treat you a million times over if you just asked for it.

gojo wasn’t any different, either. sure, he’s had sugar babies in the past, but not quite like you who’s so easy to please and spoil, knowing you could never say no even if your life depended on it. with your desperate listing for the requirement of monetary assistance, gojo couldn’t resist taking up the offer.

he just hadn’t expected you to be so… pliant. you had taken it like a good little bitch, too, moaning out for everyone to hear because you liked it like that.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess,” gojo muttered out, lips nibbling on your ear as he continued to pound you. his grin that you feel against your skin plagues your mind, wanting nothing more than to see how he enjoys ruining you.

the catchy, upbeat pop song playing above you seemed to provide some rhythm, the sultry lyrics fuelling you further.

"so needy that i had to buy out the whole store for an hour, huh?" the male slows his pace, delivering deep thrusts into your cunt with the precision of an expert.

all you can reply are in little pants, sentences incoherent from how deep his cock is in you.

"i don't even think an hour is enough to satisfy my pretty little girl, isn't that right?" gojo picks up the speed again, and you're brought back to the many times he's fucked over his counter, washing machine. to the times where he's eaten you out on his office table and in his sheets of his king-sized.

and now, you've got another memory locked away for nights full of loneliness and soaked underwear when gojo's just too busy for you.

a tongue to your nipples and a hand to your clit makes you choke out a moan, writhing against the glass just to feel more of gojo, more of his cock and more of his lips on your neck.

you're struggling to keep yourself up, finding the right time in between muffled moans and whimpers to ask for one more wish.

"daddy... p-please, i wanna see your-"

"what, baby? repeat it for me." goddamn, the man had no problem articulating his words, how much had he fucked you already?

clearly not enough if you're still able to speak.

"w-wanna see your face when you fuck me deep, daddy!"

your wish is taken away when you're already creaming all over gojo as your hot breath creates fog on the glass in a silent scream.

"aw, you're cumming so hard baby~ you didn't even get to see me yet," he coos, enjoying the gush of your juices that coat his dick and your thighs. everything feels sticky and dirty, but you don't hesitate to beg for one more fuck with your eyes.

gojo catches your drift immediately, hips twitching from the idea of pumping you full of his cum. after all, he hasn't come yet.

he grunts at the time with a quick glance to the clock above your head. without wasting any more time, he flips you over, the restraint to cum slowly reaching its limit with your lolling tongue and fucked-out face.

the male doesn't bother to hide the deep groan that rips from his throat when he drags his dick along your folds, strings of both your juices stretching out in a way that hypnotises gojo.

"n-need your cock, daddy! please!" you whine, grinding your hips against the tip to make sure gojo knows of your desperation. that he's the only one to fuck you so good that no one else can satisfy you.

he smiles knowingly before he sinks into you.

gojo knows that he's the only one that can make you feel this way as he picks up the tempo, hitting spots in you that you didn't know was physically possible.

gojo knows that he's the only one you call daddy shamelessly as he writes off his card to help you in your student debts and the sparkly dress you've been eyeing.

he could throw you away the second you're done with university, the second the media's off his ass about his love life but, the sweet, sweet moans spilling from your lips pull him back in every single time, eager to hear it for as long as your bank's empty and his is piled up with money.

"more! satoru, more, fuuuck..." you groan, shying away from the striking blues of his eyes the more he drinks in your current state.

he's barely holding on, not even minding the first name you called him. the short skirt he'd given you flipped up makes him go crazy, your panties moved to the side to receive the dressing room quickie you always wanted.

"you're so de..eep daddy! i need all your c-cum please...!" it's a mix between a whimper and a whine.

"yeah? 'course i am, baby. your pussy is sucking me in all the w-way," gojo's hips stutters at how you squirm in his tight grasp, locking eyes with him as yours fill with want. your pussy is throbbing, stretched out so much that you don't register the thumb playing with your clit.

"s' too much...! s' too much, d-daddy!"

"you're a good girl, aren't you?" the way you nod is pathetic, eyebrows knitted from being stuffed so full.

"pretty little thing- fuuck..." gojo's losing control himself, the way his balls slaps against your cunt resonates around the small space and nothing feels better than being inches deep in you.

you're a babbling mess by then, unable to even scream out as you cream his cock. with head thrown back, you're left frozen for a second as the orgasm washes over you and a violent shudders goes through your thighs.

"daddy has so much, s-shit- cum for you, doll," it isn't long before the other comes undone, a groan escaping his lips before he shoots his load deep into you.

your pussy is stained white from all the cum he's giving you, gasping from how much gojo is leaking into you.

"thank y-you, satoru..." you trembling has affected your voice, too, burying your head into gojo's neck while your body shivers from sensitivity.

"take all of it, baby," gojo whispers, the hand near your middle moves instantly to finger his cum back into you, fixing back your underwear over your pussy.

a cheeky giggle leaves your mouth as you untangle yourself from the embrace, welcoming a kiss from the man as he slowly begins to clean up himself.

"have you chosen a dress yet, sir?"

gojo's smile is mischievous, not missing the way your face flushes at having to face the embarrassed staff outside.

"we'll take everything, thanks," his eyes never leave you as he helps you off the changing room chair, tugging your body flush to his before leaving you with one more hungry kiss.

"you did so well for daddy, doll. i may just have to treat you tonight since you have a day off university tomorrow..."

even if it wasn't in the contract, gojo loved to spoil you, admiring your mettle when it comes to material items. although...

"you know what i mean," it's enchanting, the way his voice travels like silk, "i'll call in sick for work tomorrow, yeah?"

your mind goes to mush at what tonight might entail, losing all train of coherence when his hushed whisper of my baby's so cute reaches your ear.

in a second you're out of there, hand twined with his while you remain giddy with the thought of getting used by gojo until you reach your limit.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Half Past Five: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: an innocent request turns into a long night (and early morning) with you and Geto Suguru. 

words: 2049

tw: nsfw (smut)

It’s too hot. 

Your entire body is soaked with sweat when you shoot up from the bed, panting while your stomach cramps wildly. Breath hisses between your teeth as you toss the covers aside and pad to the thermostat across the room, your feet dragging along the dorm’s wooden floor. After you tap the down button one, two, three, four times, you shuffle back to the bed, crawling into the memory of your body shape.

As you sink into the bed again, a gentle groan escapes Suguru’s lips. He turns over and places his arm around you carefully, tucking his nose into the crook of your neck before inhaling deeply. 

“Too warm, sweetheart?” He wonders sleepily, and you roll your eyes at the fact that Geto doesn’t notice the heat his own body emits at all hours of the night, like a furnace.

“Hmm,” you reply, the half-answer enough to send the sorcerer beside you back to sleep. But this suffering was mild compared to the nights you spent alone in your room when Suguru was away. The chill in the room reminded you of your utter loneliness, and sleep would not find you unless you had him - or at least some token of his - nearby. 

But on nights when he was with you, you fall asleep before him - the fuzzy outline of his figure hunched over some book at the desk or in the chair. Other nights, you would fall asleep without him completely, cradling yourself in the sheets before succumbing to fitful moments of rest, which was not so easy. As you think of those times, your pulse quickens and an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. 

You weren’t the strongest by any means. You were sure there would never be a time when you and Geto would be paired together to take on a curse user or a curse itself. No, you would always be confined to the back of the line, watching the other sorcerers go before you; some to the slaughter, others on to glory. Each time, fate would roll the dice and you would be beholden to the outcome of a single roll. If the dice was loaded, you would expect a favorable result. If the dice was not… 

“Su?” You breathe, and you feel him stir slightly. Before you ask your question, you lace your fingers through the hand that rests on top of you, and at this motion, Suguru opens one eye, prepared to answer whatever you ask. “What happens if you don’t come back?” 

A stunned silence stretches on between the two of you. 

“Why are you thinking about that, y/n?” Geto whispers, tightening his grip on your fingers. 

“Don’t answer my question with another question.” He exhales deeply and sits up a little, thinking before replying slowly. 

“If I don’t come back… things will go on like they’re supposed to.” 

“And what about me?” A sigh.

“You will go on as well. You’re strong, y/n, more than you realize.” Suguru places a tender kiss in the space between your neck and your shoulder, pulling you closer to his furnace of a body. “Besides, if I don’t come back, you’ll have to deal with Gojo alone. I have every intention of continuing to shield you from that mess of a man.” A smile spreads across your lips as you think of all the times Gojo has purposefully picked on you, which causes Suguru to quip back with a stinging retort. You never had to speak up for yourself when Su is around - except, of course, if he was doing the taunting. Usually it was followed by a pinch to the thigh or a playful swat at your backside; all signals that he was just having his fun. 

“I would really hate that,” you sigh into the pillow, but Suguru doesn’t reply. He’s still awake; you can feel the uneven breathing on your neck hairs. In times like these, you assume he’s deep in thought, working out all possible scenarios to whatever situation his mind is stuck on. Suguru hadn’t let you out of his sight for one second while you were together. The past two weeks were full of “come here” and “sit here” and “stay right there” and “don’t go anywhere” and - surprisingly - “Satoru will take you” if you needed to go somewhere while he studied, despite not trusting the white-haired man to be a chaperone instead of the child Satoru always tended to be. 

But even so… you turn to face the man beside you, pressing a hand to his warm cheek. His eyes are already open, now running over your face earnestly. 

“What are you thinking about?” You murmur, and the side of his lips twitch up a bit before he whispers back. 

“I’m thinking about sandpaper. Who came up with the concept, you know? What drove them to innovate such an invention?” 

“Su…” you warn, catching him in his lie. He huffs a breath in a chuckle, then runs his fingers across your exposed collarbone. 

“It’s always how I’m going to protect the people I love. I never have thoughts about anything else, kitten.” 

“Can I distract you from those thoughts for a little while?” You wonder, sliding a hand down from his face to the waistband of his sweatpants. A low growl resonates in Suguru’s chest as you finger the happy trail leading to the hair above his dick, pausing to run a finger around the small swath of hair. 

“Tempting,” he replies, taking his fingers off your collarbone and snaking them around your waist. “How do you propose distracting me?” 

“Well, first -” Your nimble fingers clasp around the base of his already-hard length and tug slightly. “I want to feel you.” Suguru squeezes his eyes shut as you work your hand back and forth over his dick, tenderly feeling the thick veins. He’s breathless while you swipe a thumb over the bead of pre-cum at the tip, then work your hand down the underside of his dick with care. That only lasts for a few minutes before your other unoccupied hand pulls down his sweatpants - no boxers here - and you duck under the sheets with ease. 

Your tongue flicks out to caress the tip of his thick cock, and when Suguru moans out loud, you know you’ve achieved your initial goal. For now, he wasn’t thinking about others. He was thinking about himself, which is just what you desired. 

“Y/n…” He groans, tangling his fingers in your curls while you begin sucking his length eagerly. “Fuck.” It isn’t until you take him in your mouth completely that the second goal forms in your mind: make him cum twice in a row. He’d been caught bragging to Satoru about his prowess in bed… now he might as well put his money where his mouth is. 

“Mmmph.” The cock in your mouth releases with a pop and the sorcerer who is beholden to your spell sucks in a sharp breath before pulling you up to his face. You weren’t done, not at all, but Suguru kisses you deeply, tasting himself with pride. While your tongues dance around in each other’s mouths, he makes quick work of your underwear and slides it down your hips, leaving it under the sheets. His sweatpants are already gone, and he grips both of your arms, hoisting you on top of him. 

“Ride me.” The command is followed by another rough kiss and a harsh smack on your left cheek. You reach down between your legs to position Suguru’s cock at your entrance, already soaking wet, and press down on the tip with some resistance. The tight fit makes the man beneath you toss his head back and curse as he slides inside, and you echo his words as you work more of him into you. “Goddamn, y/n…” When you bottom out, a shudder works its way up your spine, and Suguru feels it too as he runs a hand up you back. 

You start off slow, placing a hand on his broad chest as you slide up and down his cock. The way he looks at you sends shockwaves to your core; his lidded eyes and grip on your ass enough to send you over the edge this early in the morning. You catch a pleasurable rhythm as you bounce on his lap, closing your eyes and fondling your own breasts as Su watches from below in awe. It isn’t long before he presses you down to his chest and takes over for you with intense strokes, letting the sound of your skin slapping together echo around the room. 

“Fuck, Su!” At your exclamation, he looks up at you with intensity. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He breathes, staring at your face full of ecstasy. “I want you to cum.” The urging from Suguru did absolutely nothing for your resolve - but you didn’t say you had to restrict yourself. The orgasm rippled through you like waves from a stone thrown in a pond. But Suguru didn’t stop during your moment of intense pleasure. “That’s it…” He cooed, running a hand up and down your back as your grunt, the orgasm finally abating. 

When you recover, Suguru rolls you onto your side and wraps an arm under your top leg, beginning his strokes again. This time, they’re deeper and hit that spot just right, and you notice the raven-haired sorcerer’s hands clenching tighter on your leg than before. 

“Fuck me, Su,” you pant, and he obliges, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before really giving it to you. The sense is knocked out of you, the bed frame shakes violently, and you swear you can hear his neighbors waking up to the sound of the headboard bucking against the wall. Not again, they’ll moan, but you don’t have enough bandwidth in your mind to ask Su to ease up. 

“You… cum… twice… too,” is all you can gasp out, and he nods. 

“‘Course, babe, I’m not going to let you have all of the fun.” While he fucks you, Suguru litters hickies all over your neck and upper chest, ensuring that everyone would see that you’re with him. It’s not like they don’t know, but every once in a while, he likes to make a point to mention the cracked footboard (from that time he fucked you backwards on the bed and held onto the footboard so tight that it gave out) or the time you scratched him so bad that it left a mark for a week. This is no different. 

Your plan is failing, you realize, as the tally for orgasms is you: 1, Su: none. Another slap on your ass brings you back to the present moment, and your eyes snap to Suguru. He’s frowning a little, and jerks his chin at you.

“Don’t zone out on me.” He resumes fucking you, and you wrap an arm around his large body, trying to touch his other shoulder and failing. Your arm slips from his shoulder anyway and your hand lands on his neck, where sweat and cords of muscle bunch underneath your fingers. Su’s hand moves from your ass to the back of your knee, where he pulls it up a little higher. 

The immediate reaction for you is to cry out; his reaction is to start massaging your clit with vigor. 

“Cum with me.” His request is met with unquestionable agreement; you nod eagerly while he pumps into you before faltering for a second. “Oh, shit.”  Your grip on his neck tightens as the waves of pleasure crash over you one more time, which nudges Suguru over the edge as well. 

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect…” He breathes, shuddering as warm cum shoots into you. But instead of sighing and resting against the pillows, you feel him shift his hips again, pulling out and turning you on your stomach before sliding back in easily. 

You squeak as he sinks into you, still rock hard. 

“I’m not done with you yet. I still have one more to go, and you haven’t squirted yet.” As he starts his strokes up again, he grunts with each push into you. “Be careful what you ask for, kitten. We’re going to be here for a while.”

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 9 - Intimate (1)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Teasing, Sex with Gojo Satoru (is that a good enough explanation lol?), squirting

Summary: Gojo uses you to relieve some of his stress after his little argument with your best friend, and poses a question that catches you off guard.

A/N: ~ a little bit of possessive/jealous Gojo ~ this is smut, and there will be a part two that follows up with this chapter! I hope you enjoy it x

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His tall figure nailed you against the frame of your front door, your body growing hot as Gojo pressed his abdomen into you. You squeezed your ankles, drawing his movements closer as he deepened his kiss. Letting go of his hair that was curled between your fingers, your hand released the back of his head and gently trailed down his neck. His muscles were tense, his skin taut as you moved across his collarbone and onto his other shoulder, desperately trying to counter his energy with your soft touches. You gripped onto his shirt, fighting against his insistent mouth that had you colliding into the hard wood behind you.

A part of you knew that something was off about his behavior but the other half was blinded by complete lust. You wanted to catch your breath, figure out exactly what set him off but instead chose to entertain his insatiable desires. There was a growing ache radiating from your core and spreading down between your legs. Right now, the only person who can help with it is the man before you.

You felt his hand lightly slip away from underneath your thigh while the other traded your breast for the curve of your spine as he shifted to support you on your back. You could feel the pads of fingers touch the skin of your leg, shooting up your nerves as he snaked his way underneath the fabric of your loose, fleece shorts to rub your already soaked underwear. He finally pulled away from your lips, pressing them into your neck instead as his thumb playfully circled against you.

“ Fuck…” he whispered hoarsely, his breath sending goosebumps across your skin.

He managed to slip two fingers easily inside you, inserting himself all the way in before scissoring his digits.

“ Ohh, ‘toru…” you moaned, barely able to say his name as his fingers pleasured you while his tongue tasted your skin.

Your body was getting hotter by the second, your legs shaking trying to hold yourself around him. Gojo’s hand was drenched in your arousal as he quickened his pace. You were so used to him drawing out your orgasms, taking his time as if he was mapping out each second before reaching the final destination.

He was moving at a quick pace, not stopping once to tease or torment you. His actions had you whining in desperation as he drew you closer to your release, moving rapidly until your first orgasm ripped right through you. He supported you as your body clenched around him, pushing himself away from you to watch you come undone before him. You didn’t care that your back was sore from the friction against the door, or that your muscles ached from the position you were in. The minute you felt that build up release from within you, a desperate cry escaped your lips. You knew that if any of your neighbors were outside, they probably heard the entire thing.

Gojo repositioned himself to face you, bringing his slender fingers to your lips. His silence was deafening because the man absolutely adored dirty talk, which was always an added plus when he praised you for your efforts. The quiet, stoic reaction you were getting had you flustered for a whole other reason. His middle finger tapped your cupid’s bow, indicating you to open your mouth. His command made your cheeks bloom with warmth but you parted your lips anyway to suck his fingers clean.

You hated that you sometimes associated Gojo with your ex-boyfriend, but you didn’t have any other partners to compare notes with.

When you were with your ex, sex was something that the two of you explored together as a couple. You were both young and naive, trying to learn each other’s bodies and over time you both grew into one another’s touch. However, sex still only played a small  role in your entire relationship, uncomparable to the emotional intimacy you shared.

With Gojo, things were so different. You didn’t think it was possible to be as attracted to somebody as you were to him, the way your body immediately responded to him was magnetic. You would never admit how easily he preoccupied your mind but the longer you two kept exploring this avenue of your friendship, the harder it was for you to ignore your infatuation. Yes, he took the time he needed to study every part of you, like a musician playing an instrument, but he was a fast learner and quick to pick up on the things that made you sing beautifully for him.

Gojo carefully let go of you, allowing your feet to land on the floor as you stood on shaky knees. He stepped away from you, his fingers hooking onto your t-shirt as he tugged you in the direction towards your bedroom not lifting his gaze from you even once.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded as he shut the door.

After you got undressed, you found your position on the mattress, laying flat on your back as you watched Gojo strip down to his boxers. You squeezed your slick coated thighs together, biting your bottom lip and admiring his gorgeous figure until he finally removed the last article of clothing he was wearing, your mouth growing dry at the sight of his erection.

He crawled his way over the bed before hovering himself above you, his hand reached for the back of his head, and your eyes widened slightly as you watched him undo the knot to allow his blindfold to loosen from around his temple. White hair framed those eyes, a mesmerising blue that knocked the wind out of you.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, “I thought-”

Before you could finish your statement, Gojo had taken away your sight, wrapping the material around your eyes and shrouding you in darkness. You swallowed hard, wondering how Gojo could even see through the thick fabric that constantly concealed him. You felt his fingers working, a tightness circling the back of your head as he fastened the knot.

“Is this okay?” he asked kindly in a low voice, waiting for you to give him an answer before he carried on.

You nodded your head and he responded with a kiss.

“Good.”

He forcefully spread your legs open, his tongue stroking upward along your slit. His arms wrapped underneath your thighs, hands latching onto your hips as he buried himself between your legs. Your head fell back onto the sheets, a pleasured sensation filtering along your body. Something about not being able to see made this entire experience more thrilling, because you couldn’t focus on anything else except Gojo’s mouth. It wasn’t long before you had your second orgasm, your back arching off the mat as you held his head closer to you. Gojo, however, didn’t stop. He felt you wiggle your hips away from him, and pulled you back in with a grunt. His mouth found you sensitive pearl, enclosing around it as he began to suck before freeing up one of his hands to dive into your cunt.

“ Satoru…wait… ” you begged, too sensitive to have him keep working on you anymore. “ w-wai…ohhhh… ”

But he didn’t heed your plea, instead he curled his fingers even further inside you, fucking you again with his hand. Your body shivered, panting heavily as you tried to raise your hips away but the man refused to stop and instead your movements only caused you to dance with his own, leaving a pressure to start building again from within you. You couldn’t even think straight, seeing little sparks before your eyes within the darkness until you mewled when you felt his teeth nibble on your clit.

His other hand was rough on your skin, pressing into your hips and you knew for a fact he was going to leave a few marks. You always gave him a hard time about it but secretly you loved it. He had such an easy claim on your body, and you willingly gave into him without question.

When his tongue was inside you is when you came a third time, and then a fourth time. And then…

“ I-I can’t…fuck! ‘toru..it’s too much…it’s too much… ”

Your hands reached for his head, pushing him away. He lifted up his gaze, and you were unable to see the smirk that spread across his glistened lips. His fingers found his place back inside you, “ you can and you will, angel. ”

By the time Gojo drove you to your fifth orgasm, you could barely breathe, the mattress soaked with your arousal. Your body was weak, pulsing along with your racing heart and you were wetter than you’ve ever been before. You swallowed hard, trying to fully grasp what just happened.

“How amusing,” Gojo complimented, his words steeping with sheer satisfaction.

You could hear him fumble around, your trembling hands reaching for the blindfold that you tugged off.

Once Gojo slipped on the condom, he returned his attention back to you. Your eyes met, your heart nearly stopping from the way he was looking at you. Passion swirled through his irises, a fiery blue that singed if you stared for too long. His gaze is intense, making you blush when you realize that this is how he’s always been looking at you.

You look at the mess that you created, your insecurities twisting your insides.

“I…”

Gojo could see the slight panic in your eyes, bringing that devilish mouth of his onto your lips to kiss you.

“ Mmm, you were fucking perfect. Let’s see if we can try that again. ”  

His hands held your waist, turning you around until you were face down and you naturally lifted yourself up from behind to assume the position. The tip of his cock spread your lips open, and he thrusted himself hard into you from behind. The muscles in your legs clenched, a satisfied sigh escaping you feeling the length of his member. Your walls were pulsing around him, the fullness sending goosebumps across your abdomen. Gojo didn’t move, he just held himself there for a minute, feeling your warmth around his stiff cock.

He brought his lips down to your neck, lazily trailing kisses on your skin and moving his hand to meet your clit once again. Still buried inside you, his finger began working the most sensitive part of you.

“You weren’t supposed to take off the blindfold, ” he murmured against your ear. “You broke one of our rules… ”

“You broke one first,” you whispered in response, making him chuckle against your skin.

Satoru didn’t move, leaving you pinned underneath him in anguish. He slowed down his pace with his fingers and you whimpered as you clutched your bedsheets.

“You’re too good to me, angel,” he whispered in your ear, his words almost sad as he slowly pulled his hips away.

“ Always so wet and eager for me …” he continued, driving himself back inside you and earning another whimper in response.

“ Tell me, angel. Has any man ever fucked you like this before ?”  

You gasped as he began alternating his words with his movements, leaving you melting underneath him.

“Has he ever made you come like that before?”

Now that question caught you off guard.

Your face grew hot; Gojo knew what he was asking - he wanted to know if your ex made you feel even half as good as he did in bed. Did he ever drive you to the point where you were so unraveled by what was happening, you painted his sheets from sheer pleasure.

You parted your lips to speak but no words came out, slightly shocked that Gojo would even pry into your personal memories like that. Your pause made him stop his movements, his free hand finding yours and intertwining his fingers in your own as he pressed your fist into the mattress.

You swallowed hard, “ he-um...we’ve never… ”

“ Yes or no? ”

“ N-no… ” you replied truthfully. “ Just you.”  

You wondered if it was jealousy or passion feeding into his sexual ego. Gojo returned to his movements, his body enveloping on top of you as he fucked you. He quickened his pace, the sound of your bodies writhing surrounding you both. You were aching from your releases already, knowing full well that you won’t be able to last long underneath him.

“Tell me you’re mine…”

“ Satoru…” you replied, dizzy with the heightened emotions you were feeling. Your words were caught in your throat, replaced with another moan feeling his dick slipping in and out of you.

“ Say it, angel. ” he repeated, his hand increasing the pressure on your clit and forcing tears to prick your eyes.

Your breath hitched as you tried to speak, “ yours . I’m yours- ”  

He fucked you with intensity, the tension only fueling every thrust that he drove into you. As you felt him inside you, you closed your eyes and lost yourself to the moment completely drunk on pure lust. You didn’t even realise in your haze you were still whispering those words, reminding him over and over again that in this moment your body belonged to him alone. White noise rang in your ear when you finally came, you were going limp underneath him as your muscles finally relaxed against the mattress as you rested.

“ Mine,” you heard him groan in return, holding you close into his chest as he finally found his own release.  

The two of you were intertwined, limbs tangled and sharing slow breaths while trying to acclimate from your post-sex high. After Gojo caught himself, he finally decided to release you from his grip, rolling onto his back as he held you against his rising and falling chest. His eyes were closed, his head heavy and he could tell he had exhausted himself. He pinched his eyelids together with one hand, all that pent up irritation filtering away.

He felt your hand in his, which you haven’t let go since he held yours. You stroked the inside of his palm with your thumb, the first to break the silence as you turned to look up at him.

“Uhm...if you plan on sticking around, I can make us some dinner after we freshen up…”

“Sure,” he replied, keeping his eyes closed before asking, “you wouldn’t happen to have a black scarf lying around by any chance?”

- CHAPTER 10: INTIMATE (2) - 

[lailnii]

— i can’t

gojo satoru x gn!reader [angst/nsfw!]

summary; gojo satoru was about as enigmatic as he was simplistic in his needs from you. sex, words of praise during, and lack of any kind of emotional attachment. he was, in his own words, too old for that shit. and it was too boring for him to keep up with anyone else's emotional well being than his own.

word count; 1.2k

warning; 18+ content, toxic relationships, verbal abuse, angst, biting, blood, minors dni

a/n; hey, guys! this is my first time writing angst so please be nice. also i would love for you guys to leave a comment.

you knew it. your friends knew it. even he knew it. everyone told you, frequently, that this wasn’t healthy.

pain. that’s all you felt, or feeling so desolate you could barely function for days at a time. you didn’t eat. you could barely sleep. when you did it was rife with nightmares, you woke up with your sheets soaked with sweat.

you mourned the loss of the early days, those few good hours spent with him when it was just — simple. or as simple as it could get with gojo satoru. but somewhere along the line you'd begun to feel different when he wasn't around, like there was something missing, something just out of reach that didn't need to be.

it scared you.

but it scared him even more. you knew that now, after — everything.

he wasn’t one to linger after he finished, chasing his high after he bought yours out of you. that had been fine, up until things got complicated. one afternoon as you lie in your bed, sheets tangled around your leg and feeling his cum still tricking out of you, your whole body felt like it had been dunked into ice cold water. he’d long since let, stepping through your bedroom door with a slurred ‘thanks, babe,’ and you missed him. for the first time after two dozens or so visits like this, you missed him.

you didn’t even know what you’d missed. just him.

that was the start of the end.

gojo satoru was about as enigmatic as he was simplistic in his needs from you. sex, words of praise during, and lack of any kind of emotional attachment. he was, in his own words, too old for that shit. and it was too boring for him to keep up with anyone else's emotional well being than his own.

so it was strange when he lingered, once or twice. held you against his chest, caging you in with his arms and holding on so tight those bruises lasted far longer than the others he’d inflicted. his breathing still ragged against your neck, and you could feel his heart beating so hard it seemed like his ribs could barely hold it from breaking out. sometimes it was just a brushing of his fingers on the small of your back, his eyes studying the curves of your face. in those moments you felt the most alive, like you were his equal, and when he would brush his soft lips, so gentle it fucking hurt. it felt real.

but he couldn’t do ‘real.’ he couldn’t cling, couldn’t let you cling, couldn’t tolerate the burgeoning need for — something. and while you did, while you tried to hold yourself back and tell yourself to stop, stop, he doesn’t care he can’t care just stop, you could feel him slipping through your fingers.

when you weren’t trying to relive those brief moments when everything felt right, even if you two didn’t fit like puzzle pieces, you were reliving the moments that hurt. the callous words, the bruises, the times when all you were to him was a hole to get off in. the worried glances, the angry friends, the content lectures from the elders because eventually he decided he didn’t give a damn about your schedule. 

you made it work, you did. because if you didn’t, he’d stop coming.

he didn't care. he didn't show that he cared, and you tried to ignore it. when that didn't work, you just — let yourself fall into it. and you fell deeper, and deeper, until the colors of the world were all blurred together in a gray mess and the only hue you could see was white, blue, and washed out skin.

the last time got ugly. he lacked the finesse he usually had; and you were desperate, needy in the worst way. he complained that you were holding on too tight, you swallowed the protests when he drove too fast and too hard when he'd barely spent a second trying to prepare you. there was blood on your sheets from where he'd bitten into the meat of your shoulder, and god it hurt it hurt it hurt, but it was nothing compared to the yawning, gaping black hole in your chest.

when he pulled out, he barely made any noise. just came all over your back with your face in the pillows, then sat on the edge of your bed. eventually your fingers uncurled from the sheets so you could grope around for the rag you'd had waiting for this, but you could barely lift your arm you were shaking so hard.

“sorry,” he grunted, and dropped the rag next to your head. the floorboards creaked as he stood, the hiss of his zipper signaling he was about to leave.

“I can't—“ two words. that was all it took. it didn't make the world go still; you could hear the rasp of cloth on your back as you tried to clean up the mess. stared at the wall, shame washing over you as you reached up to press the clean side against the open wounds on your shoulder. but those two words made him stop.

that, for whatever reason, was enough to punch through the walls you'd built around the tangled and snarling ball of your emotions. tears flowed down your face, freely, and you weren't sure why you weren't trying to hide it but you began to sob.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you said again, the words broken, about as broken as you were under his impassive stare.

“you think I give a shit?” you thought you'd be numb to it, but the words cut you deep, reaching into the black hole that swallowed up everything that made you a functioning adult and destroying what was left. everything hurt, from the inside out, and you felt your barely contained resolve snap like a thread. but gojo wasn't done yet. “you think I give two shits about whatever the fuck it is you can or can't do?! I'm not your boyfriend you needy little shit. take care of this mess yourself, we're fucking done here.”

“— don’t come back.”

he froze again. you felt terror welling up in your throat at your own words; had you really said them? When he faced you, you barely caught the stricken look on his face, and you knew you had. you really had. but the emptiness in your stomach from the past two days of barely eating, the fatigue that made it nearly impossible to lift your head for long enough to meet his eyes as he steeled his gaze into a scowl pushed you, steeled your nerves for long enough to continue.

“don't you fucking come back here, gojo. I'm done. I can't keep doing this.” you pushed yourself on shaking arms until you were sitting up, and then stood in front of him. if you were going to kick him out of your life, you weren't going to do it lying in a puddle of his cum and your blood. “get the hell out.”

the silence that stretched between you was unbearable. you couldn't hear anything above the ringing in your ears, but you could see his chest expanding erratically, see the tic in his jaw and the flare of his nostrils.

“fine.” that was it.

just like that, he was gone.

[bgyuus]

𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

; you use to be a painter who paints explicit content for a living when a mf came up to you, asking if you'd like to paint one again, just for him (a painter of the night type beat)

warnings: literally nsfw//gojo smoking//fingering//slight degradation//spanking

"you're y/n, right? the one who paints-"

you sighed at his statement. sure you've painted something so sinful for a living but you've stop doing it to take your mind off of things like that.

the man in front of you noticed your uncomfortableness as he chugged in his green tea. "i'm just excited to finally meet the amazing painter. i really like your work," he commented. you only nodded in reply.

"say, would you mind painting one for me?" he asked making you choked on your tea. "i don't do stuff like that anymore, sorry," you said while getting up from the chair across him. you walked away when a hand wrapped themself around your wrist, pulling you onto the person's lap.

"if you said you didn't do those things anymore, then why is there a recent painting of yours here?" he hummed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you scanned the table and mentally slapped at your stupidity.

the said painting was spread across the table in front of you. you scanned the painting looking for yesterday's date, ah there it was, on the top left corner. "so, what's it gonna be, princess? would you paint one for me?" he asked again, lips slowly tracing against your neck.

you quickly shook your head a no, placing your painting back into its folder. the man's hands were still wrapped around your waist. you tried to escape but he was stronger than you, making it hard to escape his grip.

he sighed at your disobedient self. "i might just strip you here and now if you don't paint for me," the threat made you stop squirming. you looked into his eyes to see if he was joking. yup, he wasn't kidding after all.

you sighed as you nod your head. gojo's face beamed in delight as he took you home. he lead you into a room with a woman who was lying on her stomach on a mattress on the floor.

gojo told you to feel like home as you placed your art supplies on the floor. "hey baby," the woman slurred, her hands wrapping around the male's neck. your cheeks heats up at the view of a shirtless gojo. you gripped your brush impatiently, wanting for them to quickly start so that you can quickly finish this shit.

a few minutes later, the woman and gojo already had their skin clapping against each other. your cheeks flushed, trying to concentrate at the blank sheet in front of you. the heat between your thighs increases at the sight of gojo slamming into the woman who was all on fours.

gojo's eyes gazed towards you. a smirk tugged on his lips seeing you being all flustered. "aren't you gonna paint?" he asked as the woman released her juice over his cock. you glanced down at your paper. the grip on your brush tightens, mentally scolding yourself for staring and wondering how it feels like to be beneath him.

the now fully clothed woman thanked gojo, wished you a good night and left the room. you gulped nervously at the sickening aura surrounded the room.

"why haven't you started anything yet?" he asked again, puffing out smoke from his pipe. you bit your lip, refraining yourself to answer. "oi, answer me," his hand grabbed your face making you look at him directly into his blue ocean orbs. "i- uh," you murmured, thinking of an answer.

"you enjoyed watching me fuck that woman, don't you? want me to fuck you like that as well, princess?" he asked, smirking at your red tinted cheeks. you looked away from his face, embarrassed that as if he read your thoughts.

he slowly brought his lips to meet yours. it felt passionate at first. so this is how he got most women wrap around his finger, you thought while letting his tongue explore your mouth. he slipped off your clothes and threw them across the room, leaving you only in your bra and panties. 

“so wet already,” he hummed, his finger pressed on your clothed clit. you squirmed, telling him that you'll paint as soon as he let go. gojo did. he let you go and left the room. you sobbed into the palm of you hands. how could you think and want something like that to happened to you. he literally somewhat like forced you to this.

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later that night, gojo gave you a private room for you to ease your mind and finish of your painting. you thanked him for that but the problem was that there wasn't any image in your head for you to paint on the sheet of paper in front of you.

you sighed in frustration, crumpling the 12th paper that night. i need some inspiration, you thought as you exited the room. the hallways were dark, only a small of light was illuminated from the bright moon in the sky.

you turned a corner and hit something big. "hey doll, have you finished painting?" a voice asked. ah shit. you looked up and saw the devil himself. "uh, haha, nope, not yet, i don't have an inspiration for it," you laughed nervously.

gojo leaned towards you making you take a step back until you're trap between him and the wall. "inspiration? want me to help you with that?" he offered, biting your earlobe. your breath hitched as his hands starts to untie the knots of your silkie robe.

a yelp escaped your mouth as he carried you back to your room. once inside and the door closed, gojo didn't hesitant to take off every single clothing on you, leaving you now completely naked beneath him.

he mouth went straight to your breasts. tongue twirling your nipples as you squirmed under him. "ngh, s-satoru," you squeaked. gojo went down, leaving kisses and marks all over your stomach until he stopped at your opening. "hah, you're soaking!" he laughed, making you flushed with embarrassment.

"shut up idiot, do you want me to paint or not," you grumbled, looking to the side trying to hide your red face. gojo laughed, sticking two fingers into your dripping pussy. "f- ahh," you moaned, gripping the sheets. he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you a moaning mess.

"satoru, i- i want you, now, please!" you begged as you cummed all over his fingers. and without further ado, he pushed his cock into you, making you arch your back against the sheet. "fuck!" you screamed, nails gripping his back. "hah, y/n, you're still tight," he huffed, pushing his member in and out of you.

you were enjoying it, until he turned you over. face down into the sheets and your ass up. "ngh, ahh~" left your lips multiple times. that was when a smack rang through your ears. "wha-" another spank land onto your ass. you hissed in pain (and pleasure). "that's for you to remember this very night," he then flipped you so that you can face him again.

he kept on thrusting into you over and over again as you came for the second time that night. "satoru! i can't anymore," tears trickling down your face at the amount of pleasure he's giving you. he grabbed your face and brought it close to his face. "i haven't cum yet, plus you've always my dick inside that slutty pussy of yours, don't ya," he smirked as he tossed your face and continued to rearrange your insides.

after a few more thrusts, he shot his seed into your clenching walls as you came with him again as well. you collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving tiredly, as gojo put on his clothes back on. "you've got your inspiration, now finish that painting," he said before leaving you all alone in your room.