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iambilliejeanok · 2 months

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🩷Lust and Tradition🩷

Summary: Gojo Satoru finds himself obsessing over his arranged wife’s innocence. He ends up finding himself doing things to her that even frightens him at times. Y/n who never even knew what sex was until she married Satoru, must now navigate how she should manage her own uncontrollable lust to please her husband, who simply has no mercy when it comes to having her obey him and his strange desires. How can she continue to behave like a lady when he makes her feel like a whore at times and just how long can Satoru play this out until he finally manages to break her.

Warnings: 18+, no minors please, very explicit, shameless smut, nsfw, cunnilingus, oral sex, tongue fucking, vaginal fingering, mentions of vaginal and anal penetration, dacryphillia, spanking, power play, arranged marriage, nipple play, kinky, edging, smut from the beginning to the end.

Gojo Satoru is a man who admires tradition and order. He’s excited to have a wife now, even though you were chosen for him, he still managed to fall for you rather quickly, especially because he finds himself obsessing over your innocence. Your family had groomed you into being a lady perfect for just him. Your favorite color, food, hobbies and abilities were all manipulated to whatever it was that he preferred, all in hopes that the Gojo clan would choose you of all the beautiful women who were also hopeful to marry him. The day finally came and your family praised you more than you ever heard them in front of his elders and Satoru loved everything they had to say about you, but for some reason or another, it was only one piece of information that really stuck with him. You’re a virgin. You’ve never even kissed a boy and the thought of it drove him absolutely crazy. A year into your marriage and you’re fully aware of just how insane he is. He always strays away from penetrating your vagina because he wants to hold on that for as long as possible. If he’s going to take away your innocence and ruin your tight little holes, you’re going to have to beg him for it and if you’re lucky, and he feels convinced, he might give in and grace you with the pleasure of his thick girth tearing you up while you claw cry and scream for him, but he won’t make it easy for you. Only a woman who can entertain his sick and twisted kink for however long he desired can have the pleasure of having his dick anywhere inside of them and since you are his wife, this is going to have to be your fate. Unfortunately for you, the day hasn’t come yet and I say unfortunately because savoring your innocence doesn’t necessarily mean you’re not getting any sexual pleasure. Trust me, he will certainly ensure that you’re getting a lot, even more than what you want sometimes, but once everything is over and done with and you’re face is burried against his warm chest, stifling your moans while trying to recover from the pleasure he let on you, you can’t help but feel a tiny bit unsatisfied. Your vagina is still aching for him, and you can feel it burning so hot as you fantasize of finally having his warm, thick cock massage those aches away. You don’t care about just how painful it might be, you’re too horny to worry about any pain and would happily take on whatever pain you might feel in the name of just feeling him inside your most intimate part.

You squirm against him after those sessions of “innocent pleasure”, as he calls it, that he graces you with when he’s in a good mood and he always notices your uncontrollable lust. He will pretend he doesn’t mind it, but you know he does and you’ll pay for it soon, because despite he’s own pervertedness, he is a traditional man in every sense of the word and will not hesitate to give his wife a decent spanking for her indecency and impure thoughts. The mornings will go on as usual and you’ll start them by waking up before him and preparing his clothing for the day and some breakfast too, unless he decides to start off your mornings by indulging himself with your body. He confuses you sometimes, because he strongly forbids you from entertaining any “filthy” thoughts of him touching you and after a year of being his wife, you still struggle to understand why you’re not allowed to have him how you want to. Afterall, he’s your husband and you are his wife, but according to tradition, all you can do is listen to him and never disobey. So even after he violates your entire body, expect for you vagina, in a way that is most delicious and pleasurable and drives you to tears at times, you cannot question why he doesn’t seal the deal and finally make you his. He leaves after breakfast to work and you’re left feeling like you’re burning at the stake with lust after he took you on the table once again this morning. He does this often and you’re afraid you really might loose it sometime.

The evenings are more intense than the mornings and last much longer and each night you swear you might lose your mind, Satoru taking pleasure in sucking on your nipples. He could do this for hours, he does often and will make you cry just from this, your nipples so sensitive from his prolonged sucking and squeezing. You jump and whimper with every nip he gives your perky buds, trembling on his lap as you cum, despite how painful it gets and you’re too timid to ask him to stop, biting your lip hard yet still failing to stifle your whining and whimpering, gripping his hair without care of causing him pain and your panties are soaked by the time he finally decides to move on.

After ridding you of your last piece of clothing, he places you down whoever he’s taking you, and sometimes, opts to kneel in between your legs just to torture you all the more. He spreads your folds apart so wide that you can’t help but squirm with desire, your vagina aching so intensely that it hurts more than you can bare, but when you voice this to him, he tells you the same thing every time, that he will kiss it better and the ache will go away, which it never does, you know you need him deep inside of you, you need his thick cock to caress and massage you in place his kisses won’t reach, and it frustrates you to tears that he doesn’t give you just that.

You lose yourself as he sucks and slurps on your clit, and if you’re lucky, he’ll lap the entrance of your achy hole, Satoru completely lost in the taste of your arousal and you’ll use this opportunity to grind your hips against his face harder, but to no avail, since he pulls back. Sometimes you’ll feel his tongue penetrate just the entrance before he goes back to sucking on your clit, and you can’t stop yourself from whining and whimpering. You know how good it feels to have him tongue fuck you, since he reserves for you that much relief on special occasions. He once fingered your achy vagina on your birthday, deep and hard. You came so hard and so much that day that you cried, and he had to hold you tight until you calmed down. You hold onto that memory dearly and you’ve never wanted your birthday to come sooner, hoping that he’ll give you that same experience again, but until then, all you get is his hot mouth in your clit, sucking you into a fit of orgasms so intense they make you violently shake and shiver. While he’s eating you out, you try and remember how his fingers felt inside of you, but it’s been so long that the memory fades a little with every passing day. You can still remember the delicious pain of the stretch of his middle and ring finger when he first shoved them into you and you’ve been craving to feel that ever since. You remember how they felt stroking your walls. You immediately reacted, holding onto him like your life depended on it as you cried out in pleasure right in his face. He makes you squirt often from simply eating you out, but his fingers inside of you made you squirt harder and more relentlessly, you came at his will and couldn’t control it and the way he spoke to you, coupled with his never ending thrusting digits drove you to a magical bliss you could never forget.

“Its not right for you to behave this way sweetheart. It’s unladylike and impure. I married a pure lady and I expect you to remain this way. That’s why I have to do this, so you don’t give in to this impurity. Please understand my love”, he says to you as he holds you tight in his arms after spanking you particularly hard, hushing you from crying and wetting his shirt. “B-but for h-how l-long?”, you ask in stuttered breaths. “Until I see fit”, he immediately answers, looking down at you with disapproval in his gorgeous cloudy, blue eyes and you quickly hide your face in his chest again crying even harder, his arms squeezing you tighter. Maybe if he actually made love to you with his dick like every other normal husband out there, you wouldn’t be such a horny mess and therefore, he wouldn’t have to spank you like this. You could even settle for his fingers. You just needed him inside of you.

Despite your burning and sensitive skin from being spanked good, he still spreads your cheeks apart to eat your little hole out the way you wish he’d eat out your vagina. You might whimper from the pain of his big hands gripping your sensitive skin to keep you open, but when his tongue, that you love so much, penetrates your tighter hole, you forget about the pain, scooting back onto him in hopes that he’ll go deeper, and for this hole, he does just what you need him to, shoving his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you, with a rhythm hard enough to make you cum so good you have to try to crawl away from him. He doesn’t let you though and holds you in place as he continues to slurp and suck the rest of you, prolonging your orgasm until your begging him for a break. You love it when he eats your ass out. You love everything he does to you, and just wish he’d finally fuck you. You’d even let him fuck you in both holes and sometimes when you really really feel yourself on the brink on insanity, you promise him you won’t fuss and whine or complain if he does fuck you. He can fuck you as hard as he wants and you’ll take it, begging and pleading for him to make love to you and the longer you talk like that the more furious he gets, wrapping his hand around your neck in frustration. It takes him a moment to calm himself down, because when you beg him like an ill mannered whore, it angers him enough that he despreslty does want to fuck you. Fuck you until you’ll shut up and not ask for him like this again. You truly have balls to speak such filthy words to him and it’s times like this when the spankings leave you sobbing in his arms.

Please understand, he’s just obsessed with your purity and wants to stretched it out for as long as he desires, restricting himself to what he can do with the rest of your beautiful body and despite the teary meltdown you have after a punishment, you still thoroughly enjoy everything he does to you and look forward to it at every passing moment, especially when he holds and comforts you until you stop crying. You’re too ashamed to confide in any of your sisters or friends about your sexual feelings or even about what you’re experiencing, afraid that he will grow upset with you sharing such intimate details of your commitment to him with others. And he’s not interested in sharing his own dark desires with his peers, because he knows he’s fucked up in this regard. Other men take pleasure in sleeping with their wives, and even though he longs to feel that hot, liquidy, virgin tightness swallow him deep inside of you way more than you could ever imagine, he won’t allow himself to fuck you, becauses he’s much too eager to see you break down until you’re really behaving otherwise from how you were raised. only then will he finally fuck your, as a reward for allowing him to bring you to this point and he will make sure that it will feel better than his two fingers on your birthdays or his tongue that he fucks both your holes with when he’s feeling generous.You see, he’s had his eye on you long before his marriage date was even set and already discussed with his elders that it would be you and no one else. Since he first laid eyes on you until now, he grew an unatural, sick desire to break you until you were nothing near what your parents raised just for him. His desire scared him sometimes too, but it turned him on to a point where he’d come in his pants just thinking about it and the first time it happened, is when he knew he had to accept it.

You listen to your friends talk about their own experiences and it’s always a mission for you to hold your tongue, because even the way you feel is only for him and no one else to know. From all the squirming you do under extreme desire from not feeling satisfied with just his tongue work after he plays around with you, he leaves you with a good spanking before heading out to work. Bending you over his knee at the dinner table, or holding you close against him in the bathroom before he hops in the bathtub for you to wash him, generously showering each of your cheeks with hard smacks, your ass jiggling from the force, turning him on all over again as you cling to him, trying not to make too much noise from the fiery sting his hands cause you. Your ass never gets a break, because he does this to you almost every single day and each day feels ten times worse than the day before. He’ll give you a long break from his merciless punishments sometimes for your own relief of course. He’s not a heartless monster. He’s simply a man of tradition and takes disciplining his wife seriously, to “keep you pure and innocent just for him”, so even besides your shame, your fear towards him is freshly awakened after he spanks you, so you keep your mouth shut, and quietly go on about your day, patiently waiting for him to come back home to somewhat sedate the angry ache between your legs, silently praying to the gods that he might allow you to experience him fully tonight because you just don’t know how much longer you can go without doing something you might deeply regret. He can’t help but think about you wherever he goes, and today, he’s been smiling to himself about how much of a good girl you’ve been. He always forgives you for behaving like a whore, after all, he knows just how tough this is for you, it’s hard for him too. He’s thinking of surprising you with a nice dinner he plans on cooking himself and maybe he’ll fuck you just how you want him to, but only in your tight little asshole, and you’re going to endure it, just like you promised him you would.

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kentofication · 1 year

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🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually.

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you.

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie.

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso.

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood.

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing.

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game.

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red.

choso lost once again.

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games.

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations.

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing.

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach.

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick.

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game.

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick.

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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surprise — gojo satoru x f!reader

— (gojo bday!special)

a/n: happy ( 1 day late) birthday to gojo satoru, the love of my life and the most amazing sorcerer out there and omg can you believe I wrote 1.7k words just for this pretty man

“you won’t be able to come back to japan today?” your husband gasps on the other line.

you hum a sad, “yes.”

in return he laughs to assure you, “it’s okay! just make sure to care of yourself and be back in one piece, sweets!”

“alright, ‘toru; I love you,” you smile.

“I love you too, byEEE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

“BYEEE SATORU THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” you shout before hanging up and giggling to yourself.

now you can start laying out the birthday surprise. it’s satoru’s birthday today and before celebrating with the rest at night, you wanted to give something special from you.

after some thinking, you decided on making the birthday party at the beach.

you remember how he always talked about liking the sea, the ocean and the freedom the fresh breeze brings with it.

not to mention the sandcastles and how he wanted you to bury his body in the sand but that’s for another visit. your formal clothes will not allow such an activity, unfortunately.

meanwhile, gojo dropped his phone on the bed with a pout right after your call. it saddened him that his precious wife won’t be able to be with him for his birthday.

and while he has a feeling that you might actually be closer than he thinks, he choses to stop thinking about it and just hope that you arrive home safely.

hours after that pass by, each one more agonizing than the other even though his students wished him a happy birthday, and so did his colleagues.

he waited for you to call him and for your sweet voice to wish him the happy birthday he wanted the most, but life is unfair.

even about the things as simple as this.

when he looks through the window, he notices that it’s sunset, a time you have always loved, but he doesn’t expect to hear keys jiggling right now and his head instantly snaps at the sound.

“I am home!” you say loudly and gojo beams before launching himself at you and embracing you tightly.

“wifey!” he pulls back to look at your face and squints, “this doesn’t look like someone who had a ‘EXHAUSTING’ three hour fight with a curse; DID YOU LIE TO ME?!—“

you press a kiss to his lips and pull him hurriedly towards your shared bedroom, “come on get dressed up; we are in a hurry!”

he watches you, grabbing something from the closet, confused, “huh? where?”

you give him the suit you ironed a few days ago before speeding toward another room, “it’s a secret!”

gojo looks at the suit in bewilderment, shrugging before he puts it on. however, he can’t help the excitement he feels, how sweet of you to have something prepared for him.

after getting ready, he gives himself a look at the mirror and smirks smugly.

damn did he look handsome and he knew it.

he bursts out of the bedroom and into the living room, “THE STAR OF THE SHOW IS— here…”

if he was the the small star of the show, then you were the sun, a star as well but the way you shined surpassed everyone even him.

you wore a dress that matched the color of his eyes, maybe even prettier, he thinks.

the way your hair framed your face was beyond compare; everything about you unusually stood out beautifully today. was it because he has been longing for you?

“SATORU! LESS GAWKING MORE WALKING!”

“yes mommy!”

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!” you yell at the grinning man, you’re pulling by the hand.

you walk outside and arrive at the tandem bicycle you rented and gojo can’t help but laugh out loud, “and how exactly are you going to ride this?”

“do you know totally spies?” you ask cheekily.

he nods and you take that as the cue to press on the belt of the dress. soon, it turns into a jumpsuit and gojo chuckles heartedly before clapping dramatically but you interrupt him, “on we go, mister gojo satoru!”

you both ride on the bicycle for five minutes and gojo already starts whining, “y/nnnnn! when are we going to be there?”

“soooon!” you mockingly whine in return and you hear him gasp offended.

ten minutes later you finally come to a stop in front of a forest.

“uhhh, sweets?”

you get off the bicycle and press on the belt once again so your outfit is back to its dress form.

your husband gets off as well before looking worriedly around him, “you are not going to kill me, are you?”

“not yet,” you roll your eyes and hold his hand again, “follow me, satoru.”

“but what if you hurt my beautiful face—“ he trips on a branch before clearing his throat, “what was I saying?”

you giggle, “your beautiful face.”

“ah yes, my face is indeed beautiful; you have great taste.”

you look at him, “oh no, my taste is terrible in men,” you then move the big door-like leaves to reveal the setting.

“SWEETS, THAT’S SO RUDE!” he complains before his eyes finally land on the scenery in front of him.

the both of you finally set foot on the beach. you run towards the table and look at your husband. you smile, “happy birthday!” and you pop the confetti canon.

gojo looks around and takes note of the multiple things around.

the candles on the ground surrounding the table on the shape of a heart, the dried flowers that form a path to the table and the multi-layered cake that has a mini version of him wearing a birthday hat and a mini you beside the mini him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

the smile never leaves his face as he walks towards the cake to admire it. he lets out a small laugh before looking at you, “I am more handsome than this!”

he takes his blindfold to look you in the eyes, “y/n! this is amazing.”

you cup his cheeks and press a kiss to both of them, “we are not done yet, mister.”

“oh really?” his laugh is now watery, you notice, and he holds you close to him and buries his face in your shoulder.

you nod, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, “mhm, I still have to give you your gift, silly.”

“this isn’t the gift??”

he seems taken back a bit which makes you laugh, “nope!” you pull away, smiling at the way he pouts, chasing after you.

you kneel and get the gift from under the table and stand up with a box in hand, “please sit down, dear esteemed gojo satoru,” you dramatically bow.

he places his hand on his chest before blinking ‘bashfully’ and going, “ohohoho! thank you for your chivalry!” and finally sits down.

he taps his feet with an excited smile, while he watches you place the box on the table, “tada! open it,” you wink and he quickly does as told.

more confetti blows up in his face the moment he opens the box. he squints at you, “now my hair is ruined!” and he waits for a reaction other than your gorgeous smile, but when he gets nothing he pouts before he beams once again, “anyways!”

he reaches in and takes out a book that has two group pictures on the cover, one of him, you, shoko and suguru and the other group photo is everyone from jujutsu tech right now.

you see the fondness swirling in his eyes; he starts flipping through the page. a light chuckle leaving his lips every few pages, the book contained photos from his high school year until now. all the photos bring a a sense of nostalgia that turns gojo’s smile soft.

he soon finds the page with your wedding photo. til this day, he can’t get over how gorgeous you looked back then and how ethereal you get every passing day.

“our wedding photo…” he murmurs.

standing behind him, you wrap your arms around his neck gently to look at the photos together.

you giggle, “yeah, can you see yuji in the back?”

“and megumi, he looks dead on the inside even with the peace sign he has up!” he laughs.

he takes a hold of your left hand and presses a gentle kiss to your wedding ring and then your palm.

he puts the book on the table and gets up to properly hug you, “thanks for the gift; it’s more than amazing,” he pauses and smirks, “I would’ve loved a tesla or a gucci bag—“

you ruffle his hair lightly, shutting him up, before remembering that he has his blindfold off, “oh wait, you must be overwhelmed because of your six eyes right now,” you reach for his blindfold, but his hand stops you.

“I am fine; I want to be able to take you all in,” he winks, but even with his playfulness, you can see the love behind his words.

however, that doesn’t stop you from forcing him to wear the blindfold, “you can do that just fine with it on.”

he starts whining about how mean you are even on his birthday, but you pay it no mind as you rush to the last surprise for today.

he gasps, eyes flickering towards the columns you are running to, “sweets, is that…FIREWORKS?!”

the sun has fully set; the fireworks have the perfect canvas that they can be painted on properly.

you nod happily and light them up, soon the first one flies to the sky and pops revealing a message that you’ve both exchanged everyday, never knowing when the last one will be: I love you.

after that, the other firework pops and reveals chibi you and him putting up a peace sigh and sticking your tongues out.

he is quiet, in awe, but it’s not evident on his face. he is not smiling, but the way he looks at you right after the fireworks end and the way he tackles you in a hug makes you think that maybe he liked it.

he strokes your cheek and presses your lips together for a moment before pulling away and peppering your face in kisses, not leaving a part untouched.

you erupt into squeals and giggles, “satoru! satoru!”

“yes! yes!” he answers, between kisses.

“we still have somewhere else to go,” you announce and he smiles amused.

“just how much have you prepared today?”

you shrug with a smile, “who knows; now let’s go!”

after you get back to jujutsu high, you both walk hand in hand to the 1st years’ classroom, “well,” he speaks up, “this is an interesting place.”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO!!”

he looks back and he sees everyone he knows, hell even yuta who’s supposed to be abroad is here, then looks back at you. you do nothing but wink and clap along the others, and satoru can’t help but feel happiness swell in his chest.

what a nice surprise.

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kunizk · 2 years

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NEVER HAVE I EVER

☰ CHARACTER ⋮ toji fushiguro from jujitsu kaisen

contents ⋮ alot of kisses, hints of sexual activity the previous night, mention of gun/guns, mentions of jujustu usage.

summary ⋮ bitter sweet mornings with a sleepy toji crashing at your house for the night, more like crashing your bed and a crash landing into your heart

"toji, toji, toji" by the time you woke up it was 7:47 am and you just couldn't go back to sleep, not when you we're sharing the same bed as... him. by the time it was 8:30 you finally stopped tossing and turning - getting up from the bed, you threw on a pair of basketball shorts that reached your knees and a black tee - making your way downstairs for a hot coffee and fresh air. by the time it reached 9:19 it was about time to wake up the knocked out man in your bedroom, otherwise known as toji fushiguro

it didn't take long for you to stop calling out to him, at this point you couldn't tell if he was ignoring you on purpose or if he was really sleeping like a log, second time comes again. climbing into the bed - you straddled toji's back while he laid on his stomach, his hands tucked in well under the pillow

"toji, toji." pulling yourself down so you could shake at his shoulders, aggressively.

it pretty much didn't take long before the larger man twisted his body so his arm went around your back nd his hand on your head "toji wak-" a second passed before your face was was pushed ... well slammed into the soft large pillows with a soundful grunt coming from the impact "what the hell toji !" the sound of your voice was muffled into the material of the pillow but that didn't block out the most beautiful thing that you could hear all morning

his morning voice

"no..too early for you to be starting your shit" pulling his hand back into the pillow, smug fucking bastard.

"toji it's nearly ten dont you have some business with the zen'ins or something wake up!" slamming your fist on his back for the way he slammed you back into the bed, it felt like a gun slammed into his back "plus you've been sleeping all day since yesterday afternoon, im bored over here !" whining was your best suit when it comes to toji fushiguro, he has a hard time saying no to you.

"i think you're forgetting what happened before I fell asleep"

it's hard to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach right after, not the point stay focused y/n!

"that's not what I meant asshole!" sliding a hand down your face "10 more minutes." was the last thing he said before snugging his face back into the pillow.

it's been 20 minutes since you last spoke.

climbing back into the bed from your own desk, you climbed back on top of toji while he was still on his back - wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed sweet kisses into the crook of his neck and upwards. it's the last resort you had for him to wake up.

"stop that if you know what's good for you" his voice was yet again pressed into the fabric of the pillow, an hand that held your arm that was wrapped around your neck "you're only saying that so you prevent yourself from kissing me. dont you wanna kiss me toji?"

"no" "liar" you muffled into the pulse on his neck and that's when he thought he was gonna break

and he did.

flipping you around so your back slammed against the mattress, he was on top of you one second, the next he pressed his lips against yours - hard, firm and hungry. pressing himself against you and tilted your head with the hand that grasped your jaw and all at once it felt so fucking ethereal.

a few moments later is when he pulled away from you, both of you trying to grasp any sort of oxygen in the room - his forehead pressed against yours "dont pull that shit first thing when I wake up" his voice was a bit over a whisper but it was fucking hot " so you did wanna kiss me ?" it didn't take long before he sat up and off the bed "you're so annoying"

it pretty much didn't take long before you wrapped your arms around his neck and upwards onto his back while he tucked his arms under your thighs, hosting you up so you didn't fall "I'm good for you though, you love me dont you?"

"can't help myself around you, course"

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x you #tojj fushiguro x reader #jujustu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fushiguro jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #toji fushiguro imagines #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen imagines #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen fic #toji fushiguro fic #jujustu kaisen x you #jujustu kaisen x yn #˖ ݁ . ࿓ angel #˖ ݁ . ࿓ zennie's

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ladytheoris · 1 year

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The Adventures in Jujutsu High

Warning: Some vulgar words (if you consider them), Sukuna's curse....d cooking

The family history of Ryomen Sukuna and Itadori Yuuji is not that much of a secret at the Jujutsu High. The boys look like a carbon copy of their dad who happened to cheat on someone's mom with another one's.

But in every sibling's life, there is meant to be the better one. Here in Yuuji's case, it was Sukuna. He had a better build than any athlete would make sacrifices for, was suave, and always got the girls' attention not even trying. But if there was one thing Sukuna was shit at, it would be cooking. Because Yuujis mind went to that day when this question was asked to him, and the look of terror in his eyes wasn't unnoticeable. And when he was asked to explain the reasons, it was quite fascinating to hear too.

Yuuji says he remembers that day like the time he nearly kissed Megumi, which is a story for another time. He woke up to go to school like any diligent student should be doing. But one thing that he kept forgetting was the time. It was way past 'late'; if he did not run to school now, he would rather eat a snail than hear Principal Gakuganji speak about punctuality.

Sukuna being the responsible adult that he is decided to make Yuuji his lunch box. Maybe he should have thought about that decision a thousand times before establishing it. And that was what he did, walking into his tiny kitchen (he crashed at Yuujis a few weeks back due to some unforeseen circumstances). He saw the apron and thought if this scene would look like a remake of any scene he saw in that porn video he saw a few days back.

He opened the fridge and was greeted by the sight of a packet of bread that was supposed to be expiring today at midnight, a cucumber that had the size of something he calls his pride (no it wasn't that big), a tube of mayo that looks like it has served the purpose of its lifetime. He decided it was a sandwich he will make for his little brother with lots of love and adoration for him. He did find some other ingredients too.

What treated Yuuji at his lunch break in the box was the literal cursed shit he could ever see. The point was that Yuuji had to cross-check if the kitchen in his house had been burned to ashes or if he would get food poisoned and die.

The molded bread on top of the box had some creepy pattern that looked like someone tried to summon a demon with that. The topping was supposed to be mayo and ketchup, but it looks like something else. He took the first bread up and saw a monstrosity. Three pieces of cucumber chopped in some random shape that is not even bite-sized, with some shrimp flakes and some coffee powder. The highlight was that the last bread looked decent... on one side and burnt on the other.

That was the day Yuuji decided to ban Sukuna from his precious kitchen. Even if he had to skip lunch, he won't let that man enter his kitchen.

Upon questioning Sukuna, it was heard that the ingredient in his love sandwich was cucumber as big as his monster dick, bread that looks smooth like the neighborhood milfs hair, choco powder (for which he put coffee and still hasn't realized that), mayo, ketchup, and noodles. It wasn't shrimp flakes, but noodles that got crushed to hell.

In summary, Ryomen Sukuna is definitely not the better sibling, and Yuuji believes that too.

#jujustu kaisen #jujutsu itadori #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #yuuji itadori #jujutsu #jjk itadori #jjk sukuna #⛩️ adventures in jujutsu high #sukuna ryomen #jjk yuji #jujutsu yuji #itadori yuji #yuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen #jjk scenarios #jujustu kaisen imagines

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theorphicangel · 6 months

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thinking about collegebf!gojo staying over for the night, constantly complaining about your single size bed.

“stop kicking me.”

“m’not kicking you.”

“Yes, yes you are satoru, don’t even try to deny it.” You huff, grumbling into your pillow.

“Is it my fault that you have a small ass bed?” Gojo exclaims, “I can’t even turn over right, I’ll pull a muscle.”

“leave then.”

your bedroom fills with immediate silence as soon as the words leave your mouth. your stomach nearly drops, regret creeping across your skin. you’ve only been dating satoru for a few months but you’ve known him for years and can already predict his reactions when it comes down to situations like this.

there’s two possible ways he could take this. one: he could turn into a brat and actually leave, giving you the silent treatment until you guilt trip him into talking to you by buying him sweet cinnamon buns for breakfast. or two: he plays along and actually ends up kicking you out…of your own bed.

awaiting his response you whisper his name tentatively.

“satoru—“

“take it back.”

“or what?” you tease, despite there is anxiety in your tone.

“fine then.”

Satoru sits up and reaches for his phone on your bedside table, immediately his fingers start typing, you watch him silently as he scrolls.

your mind gushes over the possible things he’s doing on his phone. finding ways to break up with you? Texting someone to pick him up? Ordering an Uber to leave?

the thought of it makes the regret take control over your whole body.

“I take it back!” you exclaimed suddenly, your arms wrapping around him, securing him tightly so he can’t leave. “m’sorry,” you kiss him between your speech,”don’t leave me — I’ll buy — you all the cinnamon— buns that you want.”

“whoa, whoa, whoa, who said anything about leaving? If anything we’re leaving together.”

“we?” you repeat.

“I’m looking for one bedroom apartments with a double bed.” He emphasises on the last part, “m’ getting sick of these dorm rooms.”

“wait really? you want to—“ you pause, swallowing thickly as the words come out of your throat.

“you want to live together?”

Gojo looks up, the glow of his phone screen illuminating his face.

“Of course baby, unless you don’t want to?”

“I do!,” you say exasperatedly, “I want to. I just didn’t think…”

“what?”

“well, right now? we don’t even have any—

“shhh—“ satoru presses a finger to your lips, “don’t start worrying that sweet little head of yours sweetheart, I’ve got it all figured out.”

you frown, pulling away his hand, “don’t sign anything without letting me see it first satoru” you warn.

“or course!” He says, “what do you take me to be, an idiot?

“sometimes.”

satoru glances up at you, his expression declares full offence. this is the moment where he’d choose to get up and leave but thankfully your sweet lips play as a smart distraction.

“but you’re my idiot, satoru, and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

“would you still buy me all the cinnamon buns-“

“no.”

#Angel writes #thought Drabble #gojo satoru headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #jjk gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Jjk bfs when their s/o passed out after an intimate session????????? LOVE UR WORKS BTW!!!🫶🫶🫶

Thank you for loving my works, I've been in a little bit of a slump lately but I'm glad people are enjoying my writing.

Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, passing out, aftercare, rough sex, teasing, clit stimulation, kissing, cuddles, showering together

A/N: Actually curious, how much does it take for this to happen? Or is it a stamina thing?

YUUJI

Gets a little bit spooked that you passed out on him because he knows you have more stamina then that. But he wants to make sure you're okay so he starts kissing you awake, very slowly so you don't get startled. Still he can't help but smile when you blink up at him, all groggy and still trying to shake the orgasmic bliss. Just be glad that he didn't start laughing because he can't deny that it was a bit funny.

SUKUNA

Doesn't care that you passed out, he fucks you right back into waking up and orgasming on his dick again. If he fucked you so hard that every thought left your head like that that must mean you're really enjoying his cock inside you like this. But what about two? Sensitive as you are you're bound to come as soon as he puts them in. Are you gonna break for him then? He hopes not, there's still a lot he wants to do.

MEGUMI

Tries to avoid making this awkward for you so he pulls out slowly and puts a blanket over you. You're sleeping soundly so you must be okay, still he leaves his dogs to watch over you until he gets you some water. Don't feel embarrassed over what happened, he won't make fun of you, but maybe you have to be more careful from now on, he doesn't want you passing out on him every time you have sex.

GOJO

Has the dumbest grin on his face when you wake up. He's no longer hard but he still wants to tease you. Look how easily he makes your hips jolt upwards when his fingers rub over your clit, fucking adorable. And what about that cum spilling from your pussy? That needs to get cleaned up. Luckily it won't be his tongue, he doesn't want to make you pass out again. But... don't be angry, he did take a picture of it.

NANAMI

Kisses you on the forehead and lets you wake up on your own while he gets the shower ready. Usually you always shower together after and that's not gonna change just because you're passed out. The moment you start to stir he takes you in his arms, gives you a kiss on the lips and whispers to you to wake up. By the time you open your eyes you're already in the bathroom. If you can you may keep your legs around him while you shower, he'll support you.

GETO

Bursts out laughing so loud that it wakes you up pretty soon. He's... not sorry at all, that was amazing but he didn't know his dick was that good. Way to inflate his ego. Don't worry , he's not gonna tell anyone, as much as he would like to. Now then, how about something to drink? After passing out you have to hydrate yourself, and after coming so hard, that may have been a factor too. Then you can cuddle.

TOJI

Lets you know that he will be telling everyone about this. If you want to buy his silence you better offer something good. Before that though he should really make sure you're still in one piece, or else how will you convince him. His fingers will do. Spread your legs, let him have a look, let him feel his cum and your sensitive walls around his digits. Looks like everything is fine, you should be good to go again.

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: yk the drill 😞 unedited, not proof read, i wrote this in a hurry. this particular scene was in head for so long. had to get it out. husband! toji yet again, i’m so down bad for him.}

warnings: ? zero. fluff. husband! toji, wife! reader.

« @enouche ,i hope you like it 😭»

no matter what others say, toji loves being babied. he, himself would deny this. he considers himself a stoic man. but this completely changes after meeting you.

one lazy afternoon, you and him are in bed, toji wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest. he grabs your wrist and places your hand on his head. you look at him, and take a minute to understand what he’s doing. he wants head scratches.you smile down at him and run your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp lightly. “mmmh” he hums softly, nuzzling further into your chest, a small smile on his face. around 5 minutes later, you tilt your head to see if he’s asleep. his eyes are closed and seems to be asleep already so you slowly remove your hand from his scalp. “tch” he clicks his tongue.his eyes brows knit, he grabs your wrist again, and places your hand on his head again. you giggle softly, kissing his forehead. again a small smile creeps up his lips . you suddenly feel so giddy and happy, you squeeze him tightly, peppering and showering him with kisses. he smiles widely, his eyes still shut, feeling your soft lips pressing against all over his face. “my baby” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him, patting and rubbing his back. he’d definitely want to say “i’m not a baby” but he chose to savor this moment. deep down he knows, he loves it all, way too much. he just wants to be loved.

(any sort of interaction is very much appreciated!!)

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yanderenightmare · 2 months

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TW: yandere, classism, degradation, possessiveness, obsessiveness, blackmail

gn reader - feminine clothing (jewelry: earrings, necklace)

Thinking about your rich boyfriend…

Rich boyfriend – who buys you clothes and jewelry every time you have a date, even when you tell him you feel bad receiving them all – that you have nowhere to wear such nice things – that a simple date is really more than enough.

Rich boyfriend – who ignores you with a smile and shake of his head, asking you how you expect him to stop when you’re just the absolute cutest? Looking at him with those moon-big eyes, humble crinkle between your brows, and your lip tucked nervously between your teeth to keep from gawking.

Rich boyfriend – who orders for you at all the restaurants he takes you to because he knows you’ve never been anywhere like it. Looking so adorably lost in your seat, flushed when staring at the menu written in a language you can’t read – knowing even if you could, you still wouldn't know what any of it meant. You’re so, so, so precious – eyes peeled like you’re a pet who’s just been allowed at the table for the first time.

Rich boyfriend – who plays four instruments, speaks five languages, went to an Ivy League institution, and will inherit his entire family’s business being the spoiled only child that he is.

Rich boyfriend – who just loves the messy household you grew up in – loves how you and your siblings interact with each other, looking like a bundle of pups all crammed in the same cage at a pet store – how your childhood bedroom is the size of his closet – filled with all sorts of trinkets you’ve kept growing up – stuff that would usually wind up in the trash at his house – polaroids of you as a teenager, past boyfriends in kissing booths, prom pictures, concert tickets, and old rusty friendship lockets.

It’s all so… He scoffs. The word for it escapes him.

Suppose he doesn’t quite recognize the pricelessness of sentimental value as opposed to something actually sellable – but he finds it cute that you do.

Though, it bothers him to some degree as well… that you would value an old pair of earrings gifted you by your grandmother instead of the actual antique diamond pair he’d procured for you. After all, one was a real historic piece worth a fortune a Russian duchess had snuck into England during the war, and the other was old junk made by a noname jeweler.

Rich boyfriend – who chokes on his spit when you sit him down and tell him you want to break up – who thinks he’s misheard – that you’re joking, playing some uncultured game he’s never been exposed to, some ill-taste past-time only poor people do to escape their bitter reality.

But you’re not joking…

You’re breaking up with him…You.. You… broke trash of worker-class scum… you’re breaking up with him?

You give him back all his gifts in a cardboard box – telling him you’re grateful but that you truly don’t have any use for such things – that you think your worlds are too different to coincide.

Of course, you refrain from telling him you think he’s a classist snob. You have a feeling it would have gone completely over his head if you’d tried anyway, so there really was no point to it.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who’s never been told no in his entire life…

Rich ex-boyfriend – who buys your street and plans on scrapping it to make brand new mansions in a project he dubs “cleaning up the slums” – evicting and putting you and your entire family out of the home you’d spent your entire life growing up in.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who thinks you’re crawling back to him when you schedule an appointment at his office – who thinks you’re going to come in with bleary wet eyes and grovel like the lowly peasant you are – let him save you from poverty and homelessness, make you his charity case – his pretty diamond in the rough who’s never quite able to wash all the coal off.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who trashes that same office when you leave after having given him the address to the pawnshop you sold the one pearl necklace you’d kept as a token of your relationship – telling him he should feel free to go down there and get it back – that you’re using the money to buy a better house and you just wanted to come and thank him for that.

Of course, you wanted to slap him too – spit on his tie or maybe just take a piss on his desk – but you left it at that.

Rich ex-boyfriend – whose next move is to buy your family business, who hires a private eye to dig up dirt on you and all your family, burying you in fines from age-old petty crimes, gets you kicked from your scholarship.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who goes to that pawnshop and reports the pearl necklace as a stolen item and has the police arrest you. Spinning a story about how he thought you were this humble sweet thing, only for you to rob him behind his back.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who comes to visit you in the custody suite where you sit cooped up with all the other wretched mutts on the cold concrete floors – scolding you for making him come down to a dirty police precinct, for having him breathe the same air as all the lowlives held up there.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who tells you he’ll make it all go away.

He’ll drop the charges, let your family keep their house – or buy them an even better one, whichever you prefer – he’ll even promote your family business and pay for all your siblings' education – he’ll give you everything.

Anything you want, it’s yours.

But he owns you.

BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya

HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo, Rin

HxH – Illumi

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sunaluv · 5 months

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'IS SHE TAKEN?'

in which someone asks your man if you're single

feat: ran, gojo

RAN

the club setting was filled with more excitement tonight. don't get it twisted, any club or event hosted by the haitanis was guaranteed to be the event of the day, good vibes, hot people, and lots of money to be made. but when one of the brothers was actually present at the club? something about their aura seemed to bring out the vibes in people.

ran's hooded gaze watched adoringly at you across the club, the setting bringing nostalgia to the first time you met. ever the social butterfly you were, accepting another phone number from one of the girlfriends you made tonight. the other members of the roundtable looked at one another, wondering if the haitani brother was even present.

"no wonder you're so distracted, boss," the man next to him nudged him with his elbow, to which ran side-eyed him. "she's a looker, d'ya think she's single?"

your boyfriend appeared neutral as he let the guy ramble on about how hot you were, and what he would do to you given the chance. he missed the harsh roll of ran's eyes. if he didn't know you were spoken for, he would make sure this guy knew by the end of the night.

as if on queue, you waved bye to your new friends and started to make your way to the table. eyes followed your figure as you passed, but that was to be expected when the prettiest girl at the club walked past.

"hey, sweetheart," his soft lips pressed against the crown of your head. "you alright?"

"i'm good! a little tired though," you let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. "these heels have been killing me..."

wordlessly, his large hands had your ankles in his lap, undoing the buckles on your heels and rubbing tender circles into the irritated skin.

he smirked at the relieved sigh that left your lips. "my buddy here has something to ask you, sweets."

the man next to you seemed to go silent since your arrival at the table, the consequences of his actions just hitting. a deep breath followed by a gulp as he wiped his damp hands against his slacks. he almost flinched when your hooded, yet dominating gaze met his own eyes, but after remembering who and where he was, he gained his composure almost as quickly as it left.

"nah 'ts nothin'," he waved his hand. "just a passing thought, is all..."

others both around the roundtable and those dancing near it tried not to make it obvious that they were watching the exchange going down. they found themselves pitying a character who would not deserve it, under different circumstances. but, as discussed, the haitani aura seems to throw things off of balance.

if he didn't want to talk, ran would do it for him. "he wants to know if your single, claims he could give you a lay better than your man could,"

your eyes left the man, instead looking over your boyfriends face in silent communication.

'you and i both know he can't'

'...i know, my love, just humor me every once in a while?'

'you're such a character sometimes, haitani'

'you love it though'

eyes darted between you, awaiting your response, thus his sentence in anticipation. he didn't know what telepathic language you were communicating in, but he was glad to not hear his fate get discussed right in front of him.

"i'm very flattered, but i have a boyfriend, sorry." your response was dry towards him, but the gaze you held with ran was anything but.

catching wind of what was about to happen, you excused yourself from the table, leaving a kiss on the corner of rans mouth, whispering a 'be good' in his ear before leaving.

whatever happened after your departure was not your business, after all.

GOJO

"hey man," a hand belonging to an unfamiliar man clasped on satorus shoulder. "do you know if the girl you came here with has a boyfriend?"

you had dragged your boyfriend to one of your friend's parties, much to his dismay. he's sworn off drinking after geto's blackmail folder started getting a bit thick, meaning there was nothing fun to do other than socialise, but he didn't want to after people flocked to him for the wrong reasons.

so now he was maybe the only sober one in this lively scene, which leads to the current events.

he spoke your name for clarity. "uhh, I'm not sure. you can go ask her if you want. ill even put in a good word for you."

has this man been a fraction more sober, he would've questioned why the blindfolded man's smile was so wide, or why he was so willing to help, but alas, this was a party and alcohol was supplied.

"thanks, dude! you're such a lifesaver."

satoru almost felt bad for the guy. he was practically buzzing whilst traversing through the sweaty bodies in search of you. he felt bad until he remembered how bored he was before this happened, he has to put himself first sometimes.

after a couple stumbles, reroutes and a rest break, they had finally found you in your angelic beauty, laughing with a group of girls he didn't know.

he thought it was quite cute how the guy seemed to become more shy at the sight of you, and satoru couldn't blame him. had he been someone more normal, he would act the same in your presence.

one of the girls caught sight of the pair by the entry and gestured you towards them. your face softened slightly at the sight of your six-foot-something boyfriend and his... friend?

"hey toru," you smiled, before looking at the other man. "who’s this?"

satoru said nothing, slapping the guy a little too harshly on the back before stepping back. the floor was his.

"hey," he breathed out, before introducing himself. "i saw you come in with your friend earlier, and just wanted to know if you were seeing anyone?"

your heart rate picked up, but not for the reason the guy was hoping. why was gojo like this? did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

he obviously did as when you looked over your shoulder to the said man, he gave you a big, encouraging grin with both thumbs up. the audacity.

he had thrown you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself.

"uhm..." you breathed, trying not to shatter the poor guy's heart. "i have a boyfriend, unfortunately. sorry."

"what do you mean, unfortunately!" satoru mocked you from behind the guy. "I'm a total catch, right?" he turned to the guy. "right??"

though delayed, the guy had finally come to the realisation he had been punked by the man who egged him on the whole time. his face burst into a deep shade of red, apologising profusely before rushing back into the crowd.

"you're such an ass, gojo."

"the last name huh?" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm in for it arent i?"

#tokyo revengers x reader #jjk x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tr x reader #haitani ran imagines #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran x reader #tokyo revengers headcannons #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen #tokyo rev drabbles #tokyo revengers imagine

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iambilliejeanok · 4 months

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Warnings: 18+, explicit, smut, rough penetration, fingering, dirty talk, friends to lovers.

Summary: Gojo won against Sukuna, but lost his eye sight after the battle. Being the good friend you are, you stayed in his home with him for months, helping him get used to being blind through stimulative play. After a particularly hot game of Hide and Seek, Gojo takes the initiative to make the first move and takes your friendship to another level.

It has been three months since the battle that made history. Three months since Gojo had successfully dealt with a threat that could’ve negatively affected the economy of Japan. Three months since your very, intelligent, extremely attractive and closest of friends had executed the king of the curses. You were ever so grateful to still be breathing today, and you could be grateful to non other than Gojo Satoru. To show your gratitude to someone who had significantly upgraded in importance in your perspective. He was so amazing during the fight, every blow Sukuna took so powerful, you could feel the vibration of it reverberate through your body every time. It was as though the gods were fighting.

It was easy to admit that Gojo was a little annoying and sometimes made you feel like he was often running low on thoughts, but there were also many moments where he showcased a bit of seriousness, and for reasons you couldn’t understand, made you feel nervous at times. When he took the lead, he really took the lead, and you couldn’t bring yourself to admit what that did to you, but this time around, you couldn’t help but feel hot and bothered despite your panic during his fight with Sukuna. He was so strong and his intensity made you throb in ways that made you burn and pant for him in the safe privacy of your head. And after three months of lusting after him like a whore, you decided you could no longer hold yourself back from him.

Gojo had won the fight against Sukuna, but has lost his eyesight as a result. Over usage of the Six Eyes. Shoko had explained to you and everyone else. You were heartbroken for him. He didn’t deserve this kind of return for single handedly saving countless of lives all across the country, but he took it well, and you promised yourself you’d help him with whatever he needs until he gets used to it.

After preparing his lunch in the large kitchen of his home, that you had been staying in since the fight, you placed it down infront of him. “Thank you, Y/N-chan”, he smiled, leaning forward to feel for his food, and start munching it. You took a seat next to him on the grey leather couch, crossing your legs together without a care for your panties showing since you wore a skirt and fully turning towards him to secretly admire him eating. He was blind, he couldn’t see, so there was no harm in not behaving modestly in your mini skirt. Even though you found it strange how quickly he had adapted to being blind, you still kept him company anyways, he was always freakishly good at everything anyhow, so you didn’t think about it too deeply and tried to keep his other senses stimulated with games like Guess the Object and Hide and Seek.

He had become a whole lot more calmer since the fight, and you felt calm being near him. Every morning you would wake up and attend to him, helping him feel his way through the wardrobe while describing the clothing he would feel between his hands, until he got it down easily. You would place your hand over his, and for the first time, you really grasped just large they were. They were much bigger than yours, and sometimes, when he playfully grabbed your hand in his own, you were always shocked at how it would engulf your own. Or when he yanked you by the arm, you felt so tiny and fragilenext to him.

Your mind wondered though all sorts of scenarios as you silently watched him finish his food, instinctively licking your lips whenever you saw him lick his, pressing your thighs together as you let your thoughts wonder. “You wanna play Hide and Seek?”, he asked, distracting yourself from the dirty thoughts you were secretly indulging in. Gojo softly chucked beside you, rinsing his hands in the small bowl of soap and lemons you placed next to his now finished meal. “I know you really like that game huh”, he said, now wiping his hands on a dry cloth. Hide and Seek had been something you two had been playing more often than not and every time you played, you found that the game turned you on. It didn’t take too much thought to figure out why. “No”, you responded all too quickly, trying to think of something else to say to hide your obvious denial, squirming in your seat for a more comfortable position. “W-well, we haven’t done anything fun today yet. I guess it’s fine”. Gojo chuckled some more. Sure he was blind, but he wasn’t an idiot. He was clearly taking advantage of his blindness with these games and you were just so horny, he could almost sense your lust during moments like this. He didn’t blame you though. Being a sorcerer took away a few fun things in life, such as getting laid. And you and Gojo knew that all too well from the many opportunities the two of you had and couldn’t take up. Even your tone of voice had changed. It was much higher than usual, and he thought if anything, as friends, he needed to finally to help relieve you of your little horny spell.

He was truly grateful for all your help during these short three months, and thought he’d thank you by giving you some much needed physical attention, suppressing the fact that he himself, was struggling to come to terms with his growing feelings towards you. Hide and Seek started out as a fun little activity that kept the two of you busy at times. While Gojo prepared breakfast, you’d quietly walk into the kitchen and realized you went unnoticed. You wondered how long you could go unnoticed for, remaining silent as you sat in the kitchen with him, what you didn’t actually know, was that Gojo wasn’t blind the way we all knew it in ours heads. He had lost his vision, but could still use the Six Eyes to sense energy and although you’d always emitted low wavelengths of cursed energy, it never went passed by Gojo. Little did you know, he decided to play along, allowing you to continue thinking you were invisible on the opposite end of the kitchen island, your eyes slowly taking him in, your thoughts trailing elsewhere as you carefully avoided him while he moved around the kitchen with his arms stretched out infront of him, feeling for everything. You stood beside him now, watching him plate up some food, in two plates, imaging those fingers brushing against your lips while he fed you. Lost in thought, you didn’t noticed him turn towards you and jumped back to dodge him, but you slipped and fell backwards, Gojo arm’s instantly wrapping around you, holding you close enough as he caught you, your chest pressed against his and his face so close to yours. You knew he was strong, but feeling him carry all your weight in his arms was the biggest turn on you’d had in a very long while. For a few seconds, the two of you remained like this, Gojo loved the feel of your body against his, especially how your soft breasts smooshed against his chest. From this day on, he couldn’t stop imagining how they’d feel in the palms of his hands and thought you probably werent wearing a bra. How else could they have been so soft. He thought about all the things he wanted to do to them, what your nipples looked liked in your shirt, and if you didn’t wear a bra anymore since he couldn’t see. And from that day onwards, you two continued to play this little game of hide and seek, silently hiding from him, waiting for him to suddenly grab you and pull you near him, to remind you that he always knew where you were and the two of you secretly always looked forward to these few seconds of intimacy.

Ever since the two of you started playing such games, the sexual tension between y’all had grown significantly. He noticed how even now, you were slightly nervous, and your temperature had increased since you sat down beside him. “You like it when I like I catch you huh?”, he playfully teased, stretching his arms across the couch, his arm reaching behind you. “Uh w-what? “, you stuttered, “Whatever Satoru”, you quickly added, feeling rather caught off guard. Of course it had to be in his nature to be so blunt and upfront. “Go. Hide. I’ll count to twenty and then I’ll find you”, he spoke softly, with the usual warm smile he wore. “You’re so confident that you’ll be able to find me Satoru?”, you spoke, raising your brow. “I have no doubt that I’ll find you princess”, he replied. You felt a wave of arousal at the little nick name. He always called you princess when he belittled you, but lately, instead of feeling annoyed and irritated when you heard it, you felt happy. You were beginning to like him calling you that. Something about the way he said it made you feel so precious and for some reason, obedient. “And what do I get if you don’t?”, twirling your braided ponytail between your fingers, you waited for him to respond. “Absolutely anything you’d like”, he said, and you smiled at that, shifting to stand up. “And if I do find you, can we please resolve this sexual tension between us ?”, he added, and you whipped your head around to face him, not sure if you’d just heard him right. “What?”, you swallowed, your eyes wide with shock, Gojo leaning his head back onto the couch, He was so big, he took up most of it with how he sat with his arms across and his knees wide apart. “Go, unless you want me to fuck you here on the couch? I can do that too princess”. Lost for words, you could only walk away, dusting off your skirt and crossing your arms. With that, he began counting out loud.

You stood quietly behind the midnight blue curtain that draped the tall window of the mini library on the opposite end of the house. Your heart raced from the minute you stood up until you found this hiding spot, wondering if the words you remember Gojo saying were real, or if you were simply imagining them. You wondered if you were perhaps dreaming, the sound of a door creaking near by bringing you back to reality. The reality was that he always found you and you were never fast enough to outrun him when he did, remembering the feel of his arms wrapping around you each time he did and then remembering those words “Can we please resolve the sexual tension between us”. There’s no ways he was bold enough to actually fuck you. Sure he was an arrogant and overconfident prick that spoke a lot of shit like he did on that couch, but he wouldn’t actually try to do that right? You tried your best to calm down, breathing in through your nose and out your mouth as you focused on steadying your heartbeat, wondering if he would use that to find you. You felt yourself begin to reach a state of complete calmness, your eyes closed and your mind empty as you remained as still and quiet as you possibly could. You felt a cool breeze against your cheek and opened your eyes. All that breathing was all for nothing, your heart skipping several beats as Gojo towered over you, holding the curtain to the side with one hand, the other still in his pocket. His eyes were bandaged as usual, his arms bare in the white t shirt he wore that hugged his muscles as though the fabric itself was a slut. “Found you”, he said. Your throat felt dry. “How?”, you whispered, more to yourself than him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you? How cute”, he teased, taking a step closer to you and letting the curtain fall behind him. You were shocked at how your body responded to the proximity, the violent arousal you felt increasing your temperature as well as the ache between your legs. Did he really mean what he said? You wondered, slowly beginning to believe him when he snaked his arms around your waste to pull you closer.

“Do you want me princess?”, he asked, his big hand tracing up your body to find your face, palming your cheek to rub his thumb across your lips, tilting your head upwards. Your heart raced so fiercely you thought it would explode. You nodded your head, desperately waiting for him to kiss you, his lips only centimeters from yours. You tried to get on your tip toes to close the distance, but he slightly backed away and a whine you absolutely did not intend to release left your lips. You felt hot with embarrassment, lust, arousal, nervousness and fear shying away from his bandaged gaze to only have his hand pull your face back towards him. You felt like he could really see you and wondered for a split second if him going blind was all a lie. That scenario was a bit believable. “Tell me”, he said. You froze, Gojo now pressing you against the window behind you, and you felt something big and hard pressing against your tummy, widening your eyes in disbelief that it could’ve been his erection. “Tell me you want me”. You gulped, and a part of you still thought he was joking. “I want you so bad”, you almost moaned, your pussy now hurting like hell. He immediately leaned down to press his lips against yours. They felt so soft as they moved against your own. You felt them melt in between yours when you sucked on his bottom lip, and you couldn’t believe you had been deprived of such magic up until this moment. You didn’t want him to stop, softly moaning and gripping his shirt as you longed for more, wanting him to deepen the kiss already and shove his tongue down your throat. Sensing your desire, he gave in, you were so cute to him, he didn’t have it in his heart to tease you. Immediately, you latched onto it, desperately sucking it, wrestling your tongue with his to taste more of him. He tasted better than you’d expected and he felt the same way. You could faintly taste the green tea he had with his lunch on his tongue as you sucked it, his hand keeping your head in place, leaving you with no room to move much, but you didn’t mind him taking the lead, not even wanting to part for a breath. He finally broke the kiss, looking down at you panting hard. He looked so beautiful, the sun shone through the window and onto his face. “You really wanna do this with me”, you asked, feeling shy all over again. “Yes. I’ve run out of patience, I don’t think I wanna hold back for another day”, he replied against your lips, pecking them a few times before deepening the kiss.

The kiss became a little feverish, and Gojo grew more and more ferocious with each passing second, picking up your thigh and pinning you against the warm window, his big erection pressing right against your coochie as he grabbed and groped you. He was big and tall and you felt all of him on you as your other foot barely touched the ground. Your thighs were spread wide to accommodate his hips in between them. He was so rough, which you didn’t expect from him, but it also made sense. You couldn’t sop the onslaught of the embarrassingly needy sounds you made as he ground his erection into you, his jeans rubbing against your soaked panties. You gasped and broke the kiss when you felt his knuckles brush against your clit, Gojo unbuttoning his jeans pulling down his zipper to reduce the friction, his jeans sliding down below his ass as he humped you, your privates separated by the thin material of both your cotton undies. You were wet, and your pussy ached so bad, you didn’t care about soaking his draws in your arousal as he perfectly brushed his big cock right against your panty covered clit. He was rubbing you the right way and it felt incredible. You were sure you’d be able to come if he kept this up long enough. You didn’t want him to stop, but you were too shy to verbally communicate your want just yet, worried that this perfect stimulation would come to an end pretty soon, but he didn’t dare slow down. You were softly breathing right above his ear as he sucked and kissed your neck, the neediness in the sounds you made telling him you really liked what he was doing, so he didn’t want to stop, gently bumping and grinding himself right against you. His lips locked onto yours in a searing kiss as he dialed up his aggressiveness a tad and you felt a light gush of fluids soak your panties, as your pussy throbbed painfully. You felt yourself quickly reaching an orgasm, unable to hold back or dial down the sounds of your moans as he kept your lips in between his. You grabbed the back of his shirt slightly tugging on it as you came, expecting him to stop now, but he kept on moving his hips in slow circles and soon enough you were able to quickly gather yourself, despite how amazing he felt against you.

“Satoru why are we doing this?”, you moaned in his ear, Gojo halting the kisses he placed on your neck to answer you. “Because we both want each other just like this”. “But we’re supposed to be friends Satoru”, “We’d literally die for each, at least this is a more pleasurable favor”, he said, his hand now lifting up your tee, pleased that you were not wearing a bra. Before you had a chance to respond, he already latched his warm mouth onto your nipple, your other titty filling his palm up as he roughly fondled you, squeezing and tugging one of boobs while greedily sucking and nipping at the other. Your head fell back as you enjoyed the way he played with you, you’d let this man do anything to you, you decided, wrapping your legs tighter around him. Letting go of your boob, he easily pried apart your legs that wrapped around his hips, adjusting you to stand up with your back slightly pressing against his chest. He had a much better angle at sucking on your tits and was able to slip his hand under your skirt and between your thighs, cupping your soaked panty covered pussy. He pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit as he stroked your pussy and you silently gasped, his hand now creeping inside your underwear to begin rubbing your clit in circles. You wanted to melt in his arms, he was touching you in all the right places, and you were growing more and more excited with every minute that went by. “Satoru”, you moaned when he picked up the pace, rubbing your clit fast until you felt like you were so close and just as you began to grip his shirt he immediately stopped, you snapped your eyes open, confused as to what just happened. You were so close and he just stopped, completely removing his hand from your undies. You arched your back, Gojo only focused on decorating your tits with hickies. Did he do that on purpose? You wondered, the work he performed on your chest now growing so sensitive, you whimpered with every nip and couldn’t believe how good you felt, wondering if he could actually make you cum like this. You felt yourself reaching that familiar peak, more than ready to cum for him, and to your shocking surprise, he quickly shifted your underwear to the side and buried his middle finger inside of you, all the down to the third knuckle, in one swift move and you moaned so ridiculously loud you instantly regretted it, but still couldn’t do anything to stop yourself, Gojo twirling his finger deep inside of, forcing you onto your tip toes and you immediately came, your body lightly shivering against him, the white haired man beginning to work his middle finger inside of you, dragging it along your gspot several times before burying it deep inside of you, repeating this a few times as he slowly massaged you into an unexpected orgasm, your entire genitalia still so deliciously sensitive from your previous orgasm as this current one wracked you. You shamelessly whimpered in his face, completely thrown into orgasmic bliss as he continued, warm liquid spurting onto his hand.

“Good girl”, he whispered in your ear, and you whimpered as he spoke to you, completely lost as he continued to stimulate you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles for a while, watching your eyes roll as your hand clutched his shirt again. He now shoved his middle finger along with this ring finger back inside of you, and the stretch made you shiver, moaning loudly as he repeated his earlier pattern, but a little faster this time. “Do you think you can do that again?’, he spoke, his voice so deep in your ear. “Yeeesssss”, you moaned, squirming against his chest keeping you snug against him with the arm wrapped around you as you began shaking, going silent for a while as you shuddered. You screamed loudly, squirting in his hand once again. “That’s it princess, keep going”, he coaxed, and you didn’t think you’d be able to stop if he didn’t, moaning and pulling on his hair as you lost yourself for a few seconds, your body jerking in his hold. Picking you up and pinning you against the window, you sobered up a little with wide eyes when you felt the tip of his dick slowly stretch out your entrance. He let gravity help him fit the rest of his shaft inside of you, and you held on to him for dear life with your mouth and o shape as you tried to adjust to the ridiculous stretch. “Stoop I can’t take anymore!”, you cried. You could feel him so deep inside of you, afraid that he would hurt you if he went any deeper. You’d never been penetrated by something this big and you wondered if you’d actually be able to take him, growing nervous with each passing second. “Okay, that’s okay, we can settle for this no?”, he said, lifting you up and slowly letting you sink onto him once again and you felt him go deeper, screaming as you gripped his shirt. He held your thighs over his arms, his hands underneath your ass to control the rhythm and pace. You didn’t have much room to run, and you wished he could see the desperate look on your face. “You’re too big”, you spoke through gritted teeth, your toes curling from the mixture of pleasure and the burn. “You don’t have to be nervous about it, I’m only gonna make you feel good”, he whispered in your ear, lifting you up again. Your heart skipped a beat when you realised he seriously would make you take him. “F-Fuck no I need a break p-please!”, you cried when he penetrated you again. He bit his lip, he was absolutely enjoying how snug your pussy felt around him. You hugged him like a glove and every time he lifted you up, your pussy would tug on him, as though it didn’t want him to leave. “But you feel so fucking good”, he panted, keeping to the slow rhythm of lifting you up and pushing you back down. You wanted to protest but were cut off by a jolt of pleasure that left you panting. Gojo felt you clench him, and grip one of your thighs, panting against your neck. He could tell that you really were nervous. “Isn’t this what you wanted”, he spoke softly in your ear, lifting your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “Satoruuuu!”, you screamed, feeling him go much deeper inside of you. “Yes princess, I’m right here, deep inside of you, just how you wanted me”. You felt yourself giving up. No man had ever put you in this position before, but Gojo was seriously gonna fuck you like this. He was going to fuck you whether you could take him or not, in such a compromising position. Right here in the library room, against the warm window for god knows how long. With each thrust, you felt him tearing you up, a pleasure building up inside of you so intense, you didn’t quite know how to handle it, screaming and whimpering, as you could no nothing but take it.

“I’ll fuck you so good, so you’ll keep coming back and begging me to make you cry like this”, he said, thrusting into you hard a few times, ignoring your cries and screams before going in as deep as he could and holding you right there for a few seconds. He did this again and you started gushing hard, your liquids dripping down your ass and onto the window sill and floorboards. You came all over the place, and couldn’t do anything but scream and cry, panting hard as you tried to catch your breath. What the hell was that! Was all you could think, your legs still shivering on his shoulders. Gojo rested his forehead against yours, heavily breathing against your lips. While you were cumming your pussy squeezed and clenched his dick so good that he lost his breath too. He didn’t want to come so soon, realizing how much he was enjoying make you feel so good. He fought back against the urge and held out throughout your entire orgasm. You were too tired to speak, grateful that he held you up because your entire body felt weak. Blinking your eyes open, you looked up at Gojo, his bandages still covering his eyes, drenched in sweat as he began moving his hips again. It didn’t take long for you to realize what he was up to, a sharp whine leaving your lips when he thrusted into you. “S-Satorruuuuuuu!”, you whined again, feeling far too sensitive as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. “Yes princess, I’m nowhere near done with you”.

You kicked, screamed and even bit him, but despite this, he still fucked you like a machine, his hips now moving at a steady pace, grinding his hips in deep circles against you to keep you still every time you jerked to wildly, returning to pumping himself in and out of you with hard, eye rolling slow strokes. You were no longer aware of your surroundings. You were trapped in a bubble of intense pleasure, and simply knowing who was giving this to you was enough to drive you over the edge. “Feels so good huh?”, he teased, licking up a tear that ran down your cheek as soon as he felt against his lips. After a pleasurably agonizing twenty more minutes, Gojo was satisfied. You came three more times and he came twice and even placed you on the rug to finish you off there since the window grew slippery covered in sweat and cum. You lay ontop of him, his arms and a blanket wrapped over you as the two of you recovered in his bed. The curtains were still open and the first thing you could see was the beautiful sunset, setting behind the woods surrounding Gojo’s home. You weren’t surprised to see that he had managed to get you into his bed, he was actually much better now at navigating through the house than he was three months ago. “You’re finally awake?”, he spoke, his voice deep and thick with sleep. “Hey”, you squeaked, suddenly feeling incredibly shy. He lay with one arm draping over his eyes, his bandages were removed. You realised that he was naked underneath you, and you were naked too. You felt yourself burning up. Why did he make you feel so shy and nervous. “You okay? Did you get enough rest?”, he asked, patting around to feel you and grab your arm, lifting you up closer until you were face to face. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping a little longer, but I’m okay. How about you?” “I’m not sure”, he said, and you raised an eyebrow, his once blue eyes now cloudy and grey. He snuggled into your neck and leaned over until he was ontop of you. “You’re not sure?”, you asked. “I want more of you”, he confessed and your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Is that okay?”, he added. “Satoru is what okay?”, you anxiously wondered. “What we just did…can we reserve that for just the two of us. Can you stay here longer. Please can I be your boyfriend?”, he asked, his words muffled since he spoke into your neck. You didn’t mean to be silent for so long, but you also couldn’t believe your ears. You actually needed to time to process everything that happened today. Despite your long suppressed desire for him, you really still couldn’t believe what was happening.

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CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF (I MEAN I COULD, BUT WHY WOULD I WANT TO?) — JJK BOYS + TOO HOT

featuring. gojo, okkotsu, choso, itadori, fushiguro

content, warnings. playing too hot with the jjk boys—(too hot is a party game in which two people kiss while keeping their hands to themselves; the first person to touch their partner loses), making out, tongue sucking, uhhh slight predator/prey in yuuta’s oops, they’re a bunch of losers to be honest, there’s a word for the thing yuuji does but i don't know it lolol

word count. 1.6k

SATORU GOJO Satoru is prideful, but you also know that he is nothing if not handsy, borderline clingy on his worst days. The concept of personal space is foreign to him, he’s rarely not touching you when you’re in his proximity, and when you aren’t, he closes that gap—so you’re confident that he’ll lose this game.

And he does. It takes ninety-two seconds for Satoru to put his hands on you; his palms cupping your cheeks, forcing your jaw open for him to lick at your tongue. You yelp in surprise, try to take in your victory, taunt that you’ve won, but Satoru’s playing an entirely different game now. “I know, I lost,” he pushes his thumbs at the corners of your mouth, parting your lips and staring at your open mouth. Briefly, his eyes flicker to yours, drinks in your pliant expression, the soft touch of your fingers around his wrists, the feel of your body sinking below him, and he smiles, “But I want something else right now. Indulge me?”

You tap at his right wrist and he moves his thumbs away from your lips, stroking against the soft skin of your cheeks instead so you can speak, “You lost, you’re not supposed to make demands.”

“Take pity on a rookie like me, won’t you?” Satoru hums, tilting his head to kiss your cheek, then closer, just below your bottom lip, “Please, sweets?”

“Depends on what you want,” you pout, but your words are strained against Satoru’s kisses. He grins, guiding a thumb back to your lips, this time pressing past the barrier of your lips until they’re wrapped around his digit, smile turning cheshire when he feels you sucking, “I have a different game we can play instead.”

YUUTA OKKOTSU “Ah, ah—” you pull away from Yuuta, much to his dismay, pulling the hem of your shirt from his grasp, “That counts as touching. You’re not supposed to touch, Yuuta.”

He’s looking at you intensely, gaze bordering on predatory, slow blinking with blown-out pupils. He nods shallowly, moving his hand from where it was to your side, palm pressing into the couch next to your thigh; it lets him that much closer to you, the tip of his nose grazing yours, you can feel his laborious breaths tickle your lips. Yuuta tilts his head ever so slightly and pauses, blinks, waits—for you to make a sound, for you to tell him no again, for you to run.

You don’t. He shifts his weight and positions his other hand to rest at your side, caging you between his arms, slotting you underneath his gaze. You curl underneath him, backing up until you’re pressed against the arm of the couch, until Yuuta’s crawled to slot his knee between your legs. You crane your neck away, but you’re still within his reach, and now you’ve presented the perfect canvas for him. He dips his head into your collarbone, leaves a deceptively soft kiss there before nosing up the expanse of your exposed skin and sinking his teeth into your neck.

Yuuta feels you tense underneath him, body going rigid in a moment of surprise, and then slacking with an exhaled moan, like a bitten bunny. Reflexively, your hands find purchase in his hair, and Yuuta nips over the tender skin, and smiles, “Caught you.”

CHOSO KAMO “You’re nervous,” you conclude, pulling away from the shallow kiss Choso gave you.

Beside you, he’s flushed, a hand coming up to reach at the back of his neck as he replies, “I don’t know why,” he exhales, “It’s just... weird to not touch you. I have to think about not touching you, and that means I have to think, which tends to make me, you know... nervous.”

You giggle, leaning in closer to him, careful not to touch; careful to keep your hips raised above his, even as you straddle him, keep your arms and hands at your sides even though the instinct is to wrap them around Choso’s neck. He doesn’t pull back, even though he should; you like that he doesn’t. “You don’t like to think about me?”

“No—no! Not like that,” he’s too loud for the proximity, sighing in embarrassment shortly after; you’re too close, way too close, and he’s not supposed to touch, but he wants to—Choso doesn’t like this feeling of restraint, of constriction; it’s too close to when he had a hopeless crush on you, to when he was pining and praying you’d spare him the time of day. Isn’t the point of dating that he gets to have you? To touch you, to hold you—to not hold back?

“Because I like to think about you,” you admit, leaning in even closer, pressing a kiss to the base of Choso’s neck—and he whines, “I think about you a lot, Choso.”

The sound of his name from your lips is sweet torture, as is the way you trail your kisses up his neck, up his jaw, behind his ear. Choso’s certain he’s going to rip a hole in his jeans with how taut he’s pulling them between his fists. This isn’t fair—nothing about this is fair. “I don’t want to play anymore,” Choso whines, eyes screwing shut when you suck a hickey onto his collar.

“But we’ve only just started,” you giggle against his skin, “And nobody’s won yet.”

Choso bites his lips, his knuckles are sore, his resolve is weak, and you smell good, you feel good—and he can’t do this. Pathetic, maybe, but he doesn’t care; he didn’t make you yours to try and stay away from you. So, Choso gives in, unwinds his fists, places one hand on your waist, and the other against your back, pulling you flush against him, and burying his face in your neck.

“There, I lose,” he grumbles, not caring for your laughter reverberating against his chest, “Now I can touch you as much as I want.”

YUUJI ITADORI “Th—this isn’t fair,” you tremble, attempting to move away from his kisses, but you’re caged in between Yuuji and the wall. There’s nowhere for you to run, nothing for you to grab purchase onto but Yuuji—nothing to do but lose.

“I didn’t hear any rules against this,” he feigns innocence, suckling at your skin, “Think it’s fair game.”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on something, anything else, but it’s hard when all you can see, all you can feel is Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji. Kissing up your neck, at your cheek, then your lips, and you find yourself sighing into his touch, balling your hands into fists to avoid the temptation of cupping his face.

Yuuji moans when he feels your tongue against his, kisses you back fervently, swirling his tongue across yours and into the cavity of your mouth. He inhales all your breaths, makes it impossible for you to do anything but succumb to his kiss, to swallow his moans, to take everything he gives you. You didn’t expect Yuuji to have this much resolve—you’d anticipated a short, cute round of a silly party game, but you should have known better; Yuuji has never lost a challenge before, and you were naive, at best, to think otherwise.

Predictably, it’s you that lets go first, whining when Yuuji sucks on your tongue, hands trembling and reaching to hold him, to cling to him as some kind of recourse, unable to squirm or move anywhere else. That doesn’t stop him—Yuuji only sucks harder, only forces more moans out of you until you’re digging your nails into his shoulders and bending your knees, weak.

Then he pulls back, leaving you breathless, tilting his head up to kiss your forehead and flashing you a grin that’s equal parts boyish and wicked with intent, “I win.”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO It’s the kind of thing he usually turns down; cliché, fruitless, and unnecessarily time-consuming; but it’s you, so he makes the exception. You’re too eager, positioning yourself to sit on your hands, your legs folded under your knees, peering up at him from where he’s sat slack against the couch, and he thinks you look awful cute on your knees for him.

“Okay, ready?” you smile, “Three, two—” but Megumi already knows his plan, already has his lips on yours before you can say “one,” drinking in your surprised yelp and greedily licking against your tongue when you part your lips to kiss him back. He turns his body towards you slightly, taking advantage of his height and position to bully you into chasing him upwards, to push his tongue into your mouth with ease.

He indulges in the back and forth for a while, sighs into your kisses, groans when you nip at him. It’s when you pull away, that Megumi decides he’s played along long enough; when he can see your chest swell with heaving breaths, see your hands in your lap, neck craned and spit-slick lips that drive him to reach for you. He’s less than gentle, hands finding purchase on your hips, and forcefully pulling you into his lap, ignoring your yelping, choosing to turn them into moans when he sinks his teeth into your neck. Megumi licks, and bites, and bites, and bites, until he’s certain he’s left a mark, until he feels your hands tugging at his hair and giving him permission to splay his palms against your back and buck you forward.

“I lose,” he hums, soothing over raw bitten skin with open-mouthed kisses, “So, how do you wanna punish me?”

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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❥ JJK characters texts when they are jealous

ᴀ/ɴ: rolling with this until I find an idea that I can pour all my words in; ALSO BE CALM BY HWASA IS SO GOOD LIKE 😫 I missed y’all btw <33 AND I AM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH SCHOOL YAHOOOOOO

GOJO SATORU:

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

NANAMI KENTO:

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kunizk · 2 years

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୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ . * !¡ SALT, WATER AND HER

-> INFORMATION ⋮ for my summer lovers meet me where the sky meets the sea @tobiodose 's collab!!!

- contents ⋮ mutual pining, makeouts, beach themed fun, water gun fights, old memerioes, slightly pervert getou, body mention, curves mention, slightly playful smacking, play fights frfr, established relationship but it's in secret though satoru knows

- summary ⋮ you've been suguru's summer secret for some time now, but he can't help bit want to play with you in the sand and water.

salt, water and her. getou suguru never commonly came to the beach - mostly came for a breather and to relax a day or two with a popsicle popped between his lips. recently finding a new reason to come to the beach, for her. or to escape. or both.

salt water balooza, or suguru as he was fondly called. was in his mid 20s, with a somewhat slim face that matched the long tied up hair he grew during his time here in japan. his eyes were a dark hazel and accentuated by rather bright red Hawaiian shirt. his face was often spoken to by those around him for it's pale complexion and easily remarkable expressions, despite being outside of the normal range for the jujustu sorrocer u. his entire body was muscled up in a rather special way, though not quite unique.

he had the frame of a professional jujitsu fighter, with an almost well defined six pack that seemed to come out of nowhere when flexed. his arms were fairly well toned as well but not overly so, being pretty sure that he could hold his own against most jujustu fighters out there in this world. "getou quit staring, you're blowing holes into her back!"

his sunglasses were on the end of his nose, and then his dsrk focused on you as you gazed into the crystal blue waters, the tanned and toned skin on his body glistened against the perfectly good sunlight. it also didn't help how your baby blue tropical themed bikini made you look ten times more divine then you normally did, don't get him wrong but the way your swim suit made him stare was alluring it almost sounded like satoru would press charges if he kept a hold on you just one more time, but he was more interested in where you got your bikini from.

honestly before the trip there was no other lingerie that you owned that was anything more than a bikini, the only thing getou could get out of you about that was that you just needed some sunlight and fun times. blue looked good on you, complimenting your smooth skin and dazzling curves. he couldn't help but wonder what your body looked like underneath the perfectly matching blue flower pattern bikini. "getou is that you?" you asked him, his mind ran laps before he answered "in the flesh, hey yn" he said, his eyes softened when he heard your voice, you looked back at him and couldn't help but wonder why you looked so happy when you were in his presence, well I suppose if he was telling the truth about seeing you on the beach again was because you looked beyond his mind could reach, he's be a shamed to say so.

it didn't take long before you places on a white open hoodie in the way of getou's "sightseeing" and took a quick job towards him. Making sure not to trip over the rocks, sand and sea shells that littered the sand. "what are you doing here!" you called out and hear him say as he closed the distance between you two and pulled you into a tight hug. "needed a break from things, geez I'm not gunna curse anyone if they step on the pile of dead crabs." he said and a bemused smile came to his face. You smiled and leaned into him "hey getou" "hmm" it didn't take long before you pulled away, pulling out a rather large object before he was sprayed completely with water. "what the hell!" he said as you forced the top of the water gun down and switch it around on you so it would spray you instead of him "oh getou gross! you got it in my mouth" spitting out the rest of the water you smacked at this arm playfully "asshole" you muttered "you started it doll, don't pout now!"

"the hell do you mean don't pout! you got salt water in my mouth!!" you pulled at his ear playfully while he tried to remove you from his painfully red ear "jesus christ okay okay I'm sorry, ill do anything let go!" pulling you away "want me to kiss it better crazy?" You wouldn't help but smile "yeah you big bastard you caused that too" you smacked him on the arm once again "yeeaaah whatever" he mumbled you hopped towards him before he placed his hand under your neck, fiddling with the hairs on your neck before he pulled you into a kiss. . long and sweet. it took both of yon to become breathless before you pulled away to look at him. "I looooove you" your eyes shifted to his softened eyes " love you more doll" wrapping your arms around his neck before you shrieked at the sudden wave that made it's way above the two of you, getou held on tight to you, he basically wanted you to get hit by the wace "getou! what the fuck!" "hold on crazy we'll get seperated" it was a never ending cycle but you two loved each other either way.

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aajjks · 13 days

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Baby Daddy (m)

synopsis. you’re the prettiest ever.. he can’t help but breed you senseless.

warnings. ëxplïcït sèx, brèèdïng kïnk, unprötèctèd sèx, cryïng, mèntïön öf blèèdïng, röügh sèx, fïngèrïng, báby trâppïng, yändèrè tôji, pössèssïvènèss, hè cälls yöu èvèry pössïblè nïcknämè. mömmy kïnk, DÄDDY KÏNK.

note. he’s so 🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫… enjoy. Please keep in mind my smut writing skills are not the greatest, but I tried please share feedback x. GIF not mine credits to owner.

“Come on baby.”

He says as he trails his lips all over the skin of your neck, Toji knows you like it, the way you’ve got your eyes closed as he peppers sloppy wet kisses all over your neck gives it all away.

Or maybe it’s because he’s got his knuckles buried deep inside your dripping heat as he pleasures you with his fingers, your struggling breathing has got him almost cumming but he will hold on.

Your naked breasts are so perfect and your tear stained face looks like a masterpiece, Goodness you’re fucking gorgeous and he knows that.

That’s why he can probably lose you to someone else.

“Baby… please make my wish come true.” Whispering in your ear, He smirks as he increases his pace, curling his fingers deep inside you and he hits a spot because of the way your eyes roll back into back of your head.

You’re so weak for him and he hasn’t even really fucked your yet. You’re about to cum for the second time, he can feel it, you’re trying to say something but no words are able to come out of your mouth.

But he knows your body language better than anyone and he can do anything to make you feel good, and tonight he wants something from you and he’s going to make sure that he gets it.

“Aww baby, you gonna cum?” He keeps on working his magic with his large thick digits buried inside you, you moan so weakly, “Okay… you can cum.” The thing he loves the most about you is the way you’re so submissive and obedient you have him wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even realize it.

God, he loves you so much.

Toji is sweating and he curses under his breath when he feels you cum undone on his fingers, you whimper and mewl as you bury your face in his neck, shit he’s not going to last long either.

He’s so weak when it comes to you and his self-control immediately goes away whenever he fucks you.

“Oh, you feel good? Huh? Tell daddy, now baby tell me.” Your hair smells so good and your body is everything.

Your chest is so plush soft compared to his large hard chest, Goodness, he is so turned on right now.

So Toji lets you come down from your high and it takes you a few minutes, your orgasm must’ve been mind blowing for you to react like this, but it just strokes his ego even more.

Only he can make you feel this good.

“Yn… now it’s daddy’s turn.” When you give him the confirmation, and you know he smiles and satisfaction, he is completely naked, and soon, he pushes you into the bouncy soft mattress, the silk bedsheet is a mess but he couldn’t give two fucks.

He needs to cum in you and knock you up. and he’s told you that already even though you haven’t given him an answer, but he cannot wait anymore, he just been with him for years and the way you are so maternal around children, and even around him and his son from his first relationship, he knows that you were born to be a mother.

The mother of his children.

“Baby… now be a good girl for daddy and spread your legs.” He instrusts you as he climbes on top of you, your eyes are very glossy, and your mouth is all swollen, it’s even bleeding a little but he’s always been a rough kisser.

You’re so pretty, all for him, You close your eyes and take a deep breath, you look so breedable right now, his little Princess.

Toji knows it’s not going to hurt, so he starts to insert himself inside your wet cunt, and you shake a little because you can never get used to his size.

He’s big and he knows but you only bite your lip as you wait for him to fully settle himself into you, and as soon he manages to do that, you start moaning again, and that’s all he needs to go fully insane.

The way you trap his dick inside your pussy is magical because you’re so right that he can’t really move but you encourage him to move so he can make you feel good once again.

“A-Ah..” he groans once he finally mages to move and he’d merciless with his thrusts, your breasts bounce with every sensation and your noises are unstoppable.

He doesn’t want you to stop, “oh baby yes please keep moaning my name like that… I love y-you so much,” he buckles his hips and they’re into you, as deeply as he can.

He’s about to cum.

“G-Gonna breed my princess all nice & good- so she can give me a pretty baby… yeah?” He leans his face closer to yours as he feverishly pulls you in for a kiss.

His kiss is impatient and sloppy. You’ve got your hands wrapped around him and he’s really going to cum.

It’s insane how much you love him, and he knows that you might probably never leave him, but what is the guarantee? You see he’s been a little paranoid about you these days what is better than to make you a mother of his child?

“F-Fuck yn..” he breaths against your lips and he’s panting. “Gonna make you pregnant- you’ll look so pretty all swollen with my baby in you, eh?”

He teases you and you whine. Toji groans as he finally feels himself letting go and you whimper as he paints your walls white.

He’s cumming so hard that his shoulders are shaking while you dig your hands in his skin, yeah make him bleed, “oh mommy you’so good to me.” Slurring out, Toji pants,

He calls you mommy and you’re blushing.

And after a few minutes, The shaking of his shoulders comes to a halt and you’re both exhausted, panting, he grabs your body so you’re even more close to him

And of course he doesn’t pull out. You’re not on your pills.

This is more than perfect, because right now? You’re full of his cum.

“Gonna fuck you every single hour until you’re pregnant, yn. So make me a daddy soon, Princess.”

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