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JUJUTSU KAISEN + SENDING YOU VIDEOS MASTURBATING

☰ CHARACTERS ⋮ gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, okkotsu yuta

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, male + female masturbation (handjobs + fingering), sexting + phone sex, overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, doll, princess, pretty girl)

— notes ⋮ this took me way longer than it should have bc i kept getting distracted reading satosugu fics sdjkhsdf

𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

he sends them for attention—which is a surprise to no one, but gojo satoru is anything but a straightforward guy, so he lets you know he needs you to focus on him through a video of his large hand pumping his thick cock, tip reddened and pre cum oozing from the slit while he no doubt moans extra whiny in the background. you watch his hand pump his girth and squeeze at the base while your pupils dilate and your thighs clamp together, feeling the familiar ache bloom between your legs.

and then his cock twitches, his thighs quiver, and he calls your name brokenly while he cums, “f-fuck, jus’ not the same as that pretty little pussy of yours, sweetheart,” he groans, “gonna kill a guy here.”

he lets out a strained gasp as thick ropes of cum coat his hand and abs, glistening over his pulsing length as he smears it over himself while he fucks his fist through his high. the camera is shaky as he films himself while he desperately drags his palm over his sensitive dick, but you can tell he’s just the slightest bit frustrated—spoiled, even—that it’s not the same as your tight walls or your warm mouth as you fondle his balls like he’s used to.

and just when you think he’s done, there’s another photo under the video, his flushed and sweaty face with his hair clinging to his forehead as he grins. gonna come drop by sweetheart?

𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

sends you a text in the middle of the night, almost like he knows you’re about to fall asleep. you watch through sleep-hazed eyes—widening them a fraction when his fat tip, pink and glistening with his pre cum pops up on the screen, his thumb rubbing through his slit as he lets out a shaky exhale.

“god, baby,” he murmurs against the speaker, the sound of his voice alone enough to make your clit throb and your pussy clench around nothing, “miss you so bad. wish you were here,” he groans, and with a few more slow drags of his fist over his cock, he cums with breathy gasps, panting into the phone as he murmurs your name like it's you who’s made him paint his hand and abs white with his hot, sticky cum. “see this mess? ‘s all cause of you—can’t stop thinking about you,” he croaks.

you watch with wide eyes as his cock twitches with each ribbon of cum that shoots from his tip, watch as his abs clench and his thighs shake with the force of his orgasm. and again, almost like he knows, his name pops up on the caller id just as your fingers sink into your dripping cunt, voice still breathless from his orgasm.

“let me hear you, pretty girl,” he coos, whispering praise into your ear as you whine his name and curl your fingers into your folds.

𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

toji doesn’t know how to say i miss you.

but he does know how to send his thick, purpled cock, angry and aching to release to show you he’s thinking of you. he grunts deep, and you can almost envision the way his scarred lips are parted as he groans low and drawn out just as he squeezes at the base of his cock and cums. he milks himself of every drop, breath ragged and hand shaking as he films himself.

“fuckin’ hell, doll,” he grunts, “you know how much trouble ya are? sittin’ here and thinkin’ about how good ya always take me. bet you want that—bet ya miss cumming around my cock, don’tcha, doll?” you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but huff frustratedly as you feel yourself crave the drag of his thick cock as it splits you open, craving hearing his deep groans against your ear instead of through the speakers of your phone.

with a frustrated sigh, you angle your phone as your fingers sink into your wet cunt, spreading yourself for him to see the way your folds glisten with your slick. you smile nice and sweet for the camera, biting your lip as you moan softly and rub a thumb over your clit.

“think i’m doing just fine without you,” you grin, pressing send and waiting excitedly to rile him up.

𖧷 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

megumi only sends one because you beg—and he doesn’t really want to, but the way you send a video of your thumb and pointer pinching and rolling over your nipple, camera shifting to your pouty face as you whine a breathy “gumi, please?” convinces him.

you giggle when you get a notification from him a while later, hurriedly opening your messages—and you’re glad you do because the sight of his flushed cock, stiff in his hand as he moans and lets soft whimpers slip while he fists his length hurriedly is well worth it. he’s always been sensitive, but right now he’s desperate—you can tell by the way his hips are bucking into his hand, the way his moans are whiny and come out as quick pants that cut off with the next as he gets closer and closer to his high.

“f-fuck, can’t believe…” he cuts himself with a wanton moan, hips thrusting upwards into his fist as he squeezes around his swollen tip, “…can’t believe y-you convinced me to do this—sh-shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he croaks.

and with a soft cry of your name, his voice cracking in the middle, he cums with a whimper while you watch him twitching with pleasure that spreads over his body. you stare with wide eyes and a quickened breath as thick ropes of cum coat his hands and his sweet moans ring through your ear.

i’m never doing this again, he sends after, but you’re quick to send a picture of your slick folds, arousal coating the inside of your thighs from the mess between your legs to convince him that maybe it’s not so bad.

𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

yuta wants you to see how hard he is for you, wants you to see how even when he’s away, you still have enough power over him to make him throb between his legs and ache for release.

he knows you’re sleeping, and he doesn’t want to bother you, but he can’t help himself from sending you a picture or two of the way his cock stands stiff and red, a bead of pre cum dribbling from his slit. and just as he feels himself get close, feels the familiar pressure in his tummy of the coil ready to snap, he can’t help but send a quick video as he cums for you, the squelching sound of his fist working his cock ringing through the room as his hand slaps against the base of his dick with every stroke.

“fuck, angel—sh-shit, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry…couldn’t help it,” he pants, whining as he fucks into his fist and chases the sweet friction of his palm dragging over his aching length, “missed you so bad, j-jus’ had to cum for you—’s all for you,” he breathes, “always make me feel good. god, i miss you.”

he strokes himself until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, until he’s calling your name brokenly one more time and he’s milked himself of every drop—and then he hits send with a shaky thumb as he sighs, missing the warmth of your body beside him.

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