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sagisatoru · 14 days
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he pulls his cock out, the weight making it slap against his stomach as he rubs your clit with his thumb, biting back a grin as he watches your legs shake and liquid spray the sheets.
“fuck me,” you cry, hips twitching away from him.
he shushes you, clearly mocking you, but you have nothing to say to him. your brain is mush—giving him full reign on whatever he wanted to do with you.
and nanami wants to make you feel good.
he flips you onto your back, hands pressing against the backs of your thighs before he pushes back in.
your cunt squelches with each thrust and you have half a mind to feel embarrassed at how intently he’s staring at your hole.
“asshole, stop staring.” you manage through your moans, swatting at his face in an attempt to get him to look somewhere else.
(part of you was trying to get him more worked up)
because nanami always fucks you too good, but now you’re greedy—just wanting more and more and more.
nanami knows this—he knows he spoils you too much, but he can’t find it in him to care when he knows he’s just as bad.
“hands off, gorgeous,” he mumbles, “behave.”
nanami leans down, your ankles dangling over his shoulders as his lips brush against yours. you know it’s a reminder that he loves you so dearly.
he kisses both your cheeks, hands cupping your face before pressing his lips against yours.
when he pulls away from you, he runs a hand down your side, thumb inching close to your cunt.
you shake your head, knowing what he’s going to do. “no clit, ken—fuuuuck!”
“shhh, i know what you like, love.” he replies, groaning lowly when your cunt pushes him out, liquid splashing against his groin.
nanami moans, low and guttural as he rubs his cock on your cunt, letting you ride out your orgasm. “shit, ‘m cummin’ baby.”
hot cum spurts out of his dick, landing on your tummy. you whine, pupils morphing into hearts at how thick his cum is, but more so at how his cock is still rock hard.
“need you to cum in me, please,” you beg, hand sliding down your body to part your folds. his dick twitches, eyes almost rolling back when he shoves himself back in.
you might just kill him and he isn’t complaining!
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sagisatoru · 14 days
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“stay on it,” he breathes, arms circling around you to keep you on his cock. his lips brush against your chest, lightly nipping at the skin.
“satoru, i can’t!” you whine, legs shaking as you try to get off his lap. “‘s too much, I’m gonna cum again!”
satoru doesn’t even bother pulling out when he thrusts, just grinding his dick into you while he watches you fall apart. “you like it baby, come on.”
head falling onto his shoulder, he bites back a grin as he thrusts up. your eyes are rolling back, feeling him pound into you from below. you don’t think you can take it anymore, but it’s all you want.
he isn’t wrong when he says you like it.
your hands slap his shoulders, not able to do much as he manhandles you to bounce on his dick. “satoruuu, fuck, oh my god!”
legs shaking, he manoeuvres you to lay on your back. throwing your ankles over his left shoulder, he continues to thrust into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease.
“give me some more, pretty.” he grins, “you’re not done until i say you are.”
you hate how he’s so good at keeping you pinned, but then again, when he uses his strength to keep you pliant, you’re practically looking up at him with hearts in your eyes.
“what a slut,” he laughs, “you like this.”
you nod furiously, “mmm, i love it!”
moving one of your ankles to his other shoulder, he leans down, smothering your face in chaste kisses.
burying his face into the crook of your neck, gojo starts slamming his hips into you. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
you feel like your eyes are crossing as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you. your legs are quivering while he continues to poke and prod everywhere you’re sensitive.
“so good for me,” he says, breath tickling your ear, “i could have you like this all day, baby.���
he feels you clench down on him and he sloppily kisses your cheek, “i feel it baby, give it to me.”
“satoruuu, ‘s too big,” you cry, “i think ‘m gonna make a mess!”
he shushes you, calming you down by cupping your face in his hands, keeping your eyes on him. his thrusts don’t slow, feeling his release. “‘s okay, don’t worry—i’m gonna cum baby, where—”
“insideee!” you whine, “need it inside!”
he cums the second he hears you and you follow, squirting all over his abdomen. he drops majority of his weight onto you, feeling his cock go limp inside your cunt. he presses a kiss to your temple, praising you softly.
when he pulls out, he props your hips up with a pillow, keeping your legs spread so he can admire the mess.
whistling lowly, he thumbs at your slit.
your legs immediately twitch, whining. “no more, please.”
he nods, laughing, “‘s okay baby, ‘m just looking.”
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sagisatoru · 1 month
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satoru who loves kissing your pussy, your clit sticky, twitching, and all puffy from cumming so much. but he cant just stop,,,, your cunt tastes so sweet, so good. it drives him insane. your hands in his hair desperately trying to pull him away while his arms are locked around your thighs— "s'fuckin' good, my god. can eat this slutty pussy forever, baby.."
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sagisatoru · 2 months
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izuku fucks you after you’ve been moody all day cause he knows it’ll fix your attitude. goes “dont push me out baby,” when he feels your pussy tighten up around him
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sagisatoru · 2 months
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Gojo becomes obsessed with milking your tits after breeding a baby into you. Always squeezing and poking at the soft flesh for the liquid to stain through your thin shirt and run down his fingers. He doesn’t care where you are, he just loved seeing it seep through the fabric where your swollen nipples sat. His dick rising in his sweats at the sight.
He started with licking his coated fingers clean, eventually finding himself latching his mouth onto your breasts and sucking harshly. Allowing the sweet taste to flood his taste buds as he hummed in satisfaction.
His tongue swirling around your nipples when he’s fucking into you. Hips rutting roughly into your tightness as he nibbled and licked at the sensitive buds. Swallowing down whatever they had to give.
He won’t stop till your back arches deeply, shoving your tits further into his face as you mewled and whimpered. Your husband pumping you full of his cum as you squirted messily around him, boobs leaking even more at the intense pleasure.
Your tits were his new favorite thing, and he had no intention of letting them go when your baby was born.
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sagisatoru · 4 months
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izuku fucks you after you’ve been moody all day cause he knows it’ll fix your attitude. goes “dont push me out baby,” when he feels your pussy tighten up around him
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sagisatoru · 4 months
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coriolanus who comes back from 12 and you're one of the first stops he makes.
there's some things that are different about him: his hair, for starters, as well as his frame. no longer thin enough to see his bones, but he's buff now, supporting hard earned muscles and a deep tan even as autumn bleeds into winter.
his blue eyes are the same, as are his pink lips. but the way his large hands hold your his is different. the way he kisses you is different. more tongue than before, as if he's starving and you're the only thing that can satiate him.
he fucks you differently. there's more power behind his thrusts. more surety as his hips drive into yours. he's more dominant, no longer asking if you're okay but instead proceeding on the basis that you are. he hooks your leg behind his back, and throws the other over his shoulder. he leans down, anchoring himself with a hand beside your head.
he stares deep into your eyes with the gaze of a man who knows what he's doing, not a boy who's so eager to please that he falters in his actions. his words are different, housing an edge of cockiness within the almost condescending questions he asks you ("that's good? yeah? you like that? you want more? hm?").
the muscles in his tightened core flex as he rolls his hips into yours, his biceps behaving similarly as they prop him up.
the districts have changed coriolanus. surprisingly for the better, at least on the surface.
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sagisatoru · 5 months
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sagisatoru · 5 months
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This is a Satoru Gojo Appreciation post. This man really deserves so much love. Just take a look at him because he’s so god damn beautiful.
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sagisatoru · 5 months
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satoru calls your forehead cute whenever you wear headbands
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sagisatoru · 5 months
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“C’mon baby,” he groans in your ear, big hand pushing into the plush of your stomach, “let go for me.” His free hand rubs circles on your clit, loud moans falling from his lips from how tight you’re clenching around him.
“W-wait,” you whine, hands pushing at his abdomen despite the way your legs wrap around his waist, sinking him even deeper into you. “I need to— I have to go,” you cry out.
“Let go for me,” he growls in your ear, “it’ll feel so good, don’t I always make you feel so good?”
He pushes as deep as he can, hand pushing your stomach, cock grinding against the deepest parts of you. You cry out at the forced release, warmth gushing out of you as your legs shake and eyes roll back.
“Yeah,” he moans, “there it is. Dirty fuckin’ girl.”
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sagisatoru · 5 months
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mdni ❤︎ ˖  ݁ . reader is short and wears a dress, pet names such as mrs. nanami and sweetheart are used, piv and oral sex, pwp
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“kento,” you breathlessly laugh, rub your ass against his boner as he grips your waist. “kento, i’m not tall enough to be bent over the countertop.”
“hmm?” his hands trail down to your hips and he squeezes your flesh through your midi-dress. and then, your husband steps back, pulls you along with him, makes you grip the edges of your kitchen’s countertop.
your breathless laughs melt into little moans.
your ass rubs against his bulge once again and he groans while you moan in pleasure.
you arch your back.
he thrusts his hips forward.
“good fucking god, mrs. nanami.”
you look at him over your shoulder, smile. press into him a little more, tease him until you’re sure he’s about to come in his expensive pants.
he gives your hips another squeeze, rubs his bulge in between your ass again. until he’s pushing your dress up, then hastily pulling the zipper down. pushing his pants away, taking out his throbbing cock, teasing himself. pre-cum leaks down his head and his shaft. you push yourself into him, bottom lip in between your teeth.
“c’mon, mr. nanami kento — fuck me. please.”
he does as you ask of him.
your husband pushes in slowly — savoring the way your pussy squeezes around him in anticipation, feeling every one of his veins. the entirety of his length. how rock fucking hard he is for you.
“kento, god — kento!”
his pace is quick, menacing, desperate.
he wants you to milk him dry.
“sweetheart, fuck, sweetheart.”
you dip your head down as your husband fucks you raw, breathing heavy. he slides a hand in between your legs, rubs messy circles onto your clit, makes you see beyond the stars.
“look at me, sweetheart.”
you do as he asks and his balls tighten — you’re an angel sent from heaven, his pretty little angel.
and he — his hair is a mess, his forehead is sweaty, his cheeks rosy. the buttons of his blue shirt are undone in a haste, probably ripped from your little make out session, but he can’t bother to care.
when you come, your legs tremble. you’re on the verge of tears, but your husband keeps you together.
“you’re so pretty, mrs. nanami.”
he gets down on one steady knee, laps at your pussy. opens you up with his thumbs — admires the way your cunt squeezes around nothing, the way his seed drips down and onto his awaiting tongue.
“kento,” you grip the counter of your luxurious kitchen a little tighter. “my legs are gonna give out.”
but he’s gripping your hip with one hand, pulling you down onto him, stroking his hardening cock with his other.
“don’t worry, baby. ride my face.”
he begs.
you comply.
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sagisatoru · 5 months
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nanami has three cocktails at your family dinner and then starts whispering dirty, awful things in your ear
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sagisatoru · 6 months
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some of the jjk men were truly made for the mentally ill eldest daughters
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sagisatoru · 6 months
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i like it when a man has broad shoulders.
his shirts are always pulled taut around that area and your hands can slide from his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms for ages. he looks strong and safe and he feels like it too, because his hugs are literally the best and are so tight that it feels like he’s squeezing the air out of you without even as much as trying to.
when he’s on top of you, pushing all the love that he harbours for you into you without stop and in a much different way than a hug ever could, he hides you entirely from view from how big he is even if there’s no one there to witness what you’re doing late at night or early in the morning.
his back is hunched, and yet he’s still just as wide and powerful as before. he pounds into you and you scratch and bite in response; repeatedly dragging your nails and sinking your teeth into those broad shoulders of his in attempt to survive all that raw strength, but it’s no use.
all you can do is hold on.
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sagisatoru · 6 months
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bkg seems so non-chalant but when you two are alone he's all in your space. laying on top of you full body weight, nose to nose, looking at all your teeth and grilling you washing your face. rubbing your eyes to see if you have anything left on them. just all in your space
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sagisatoru · 6 months
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HEART SHAKER
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PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader
WC: ~1k
WARNINGS: established relationship, suggestive language, flirting, attempts at humor. fluff, somehow.
A/N: super freaking unedited i just had to get this out bc i can’t believe it’s not smut LOL
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“god, you’re squeezing me so hard, sweetheart.”
you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend, brows set low in a warning. he only smirks. 
you pump harder. 
“oh fuck, it’s so tight right now.”
you huff in annoyance, slapping both hands down on your legs. 
“can you stop? i lost count!”
satoru laughs at you, throwing his head back. 
you cringe at how loud his movements sound in your ears, the stethoscope you were using still pressed to his skin. 
you release the pressure on the cuff around his arm, sighing deeply. 
“once again, i’m going to ask you,” you enunciate the words slowly, your eyes aiming at his, right behind that blindfold. “why don’t you have shoko do this?”
you’re sure if it were her measuring his blood pressure she could get actual accurate results. 
satoru tilts his head, smiling sweetly. 
“and why would i do that?” he singsongs. “you’re the prettiest little doctor around.”
“resident,” you correct him. 
you wish so badly that he was due for a vaccine or something, just so you would have an excuse to stab him. 
of course, you weren't complaining. you’re incredibly lucky that shoko took you under her wing once you got a job at the school. you weren’t able to master reverse cursed technique at her level quite yet, but you were just as good of a regular doctor as she was. 
it didn’t matter how good you were though, because you weren’t a pediatrician or a saint, and it takes one of either to deal with gojo satoru as a patient. 
“why do we even bother with check ups?” he asks, leaning back on the exam table. “i am literally healing my body twenty-four-seven.”
you roll your eyes, grabbing the light test hammer. 
“what kind of question is that? sit up straight,” you shuffle on your chair, getting in between his too-spread legs. whore. 
satoru shrugs, kicking his dangling feet. “a valid one.”
you bring the hammer down hard on his knee to check his reflexes. naturally, it stops just shy of his leg. 
you don’t even have to look. you know he’s smirking again. 
“turn infinity off.”
“‘turn infinity off’? you’re so cute,” he replies. you try to hit him with the hammer again to no avail. “i need to teach you some combat skills, girl.”
“and i need to examine you,” you get up off your seat, facing him. satoru leans in with a grin. “behave.”
he won’t. 
“wanna play doctor?” 
you ignore his voice and the obvious glee in it, a retort dying on your tongue because you do actually have to carry out a check up, to the best of your abilities. 
grabbing your clipboard, you skim through his most recent health assessment records.
he complained about a migraine to shoko. 
it makes your heart seize for just a moment, to think of all the stress satoru puts himself through to have his technique active at all times. 
“how’s your head?” you ask him. 
“you tell me,” his foot grazes the back of your knee, coaxing you closer. “any complaints?”
a dissatisfied sound comes out of your mouth as you press your hands to his chest instinctively, forcing distance between you two. 
“satoru, please.”
“do you worry, baby?” he reaches out to tentatively hold the side of your face. “don’t worry about me.”
“it’s literally my job,” you trail off, head dropping. 
satoru lifts your chin up and presses his lips to yours for a second or two. 
“sorry, sorry,” he says before you can chastise him. “couldn’t help it. you look so cute all worked up.”
at this point you just twist your lips disapprovingly, putting the stethoscope earpieces back on. 
you press it to his chest and listen as he breathes in and out. 
“satoru,” you frown. “are you okay?”
“hmm?”
you look at him knowingly, a smirk of your own blooming on your face. 
“why is your heart beating so fast?”
at that, your awful, awful boyfriend finally has the decency to blush. 
“and you’re breathing so hard, too—“
“it’s hard, alright—“
“—we might have to schedule some follow up exams,” you click your pen to fill out the form, neglecting the way he leans into you. 
“anytime,” he huffs out, breath skirting on your face where you stand between his knees. “do i get a lollipop for being such a good boy?”
“no,” you reply, taking a step forward. “but you can have this.”
you plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for longer than it should as he holds your hips tightly.
he hums contentedly when you pull away.
“mm, smart and generous,” satoru noses your jawline. “how did i get so lucky?”
you fight the sudden shyness rising up at his words.
“the same way i got so unlucky,” you smile at his pout. “life’s just not fair.”
he coos.
“you sweettalk all your patients or am i special?”
despite your best efforts not to, you grin at that.
“the most special,” you say, interlocking your fingers. “now get back to work.”
satoru grumbles a complaint but hops off the table nonetheless.
“thanks a bunch for seeing me, doc,” he leans down to hover his face right above yours. you push him away with a fingertip to his forehead.
“no problem. now shoo.”
you walk up to your desk to hopefully do some actual work now that your most special patient is leaving.
“ah, but i was wondering—“
“yes?” you don’t bother looking up from your paperwork.
“if you could give me some anatomy lessons sometime—“
“out!”
he slips out the door before you can turn around to see it.
you take a deep breath.
you love satoru to death, but you’re beginning to understand why shoko picked up smoking as a stress reliever.
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