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rynfiles · 4 months

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mommy kissing santa claus ? oh goodness !

✎ᝰ — your adorable children catches you and your husband sneaking kisses from one another, except that they see santa claus and not your actual husband

★ — gojo, toji, geto x fem!reader

★ — genre + warnings: fluff & very suggestive + allusion to sex from previous night in geto’s (nothing explained/nothing in detail)

★ — a/n: thank you to my pookie kai for your help (@strawhatkia) and dedicated to my tia baeeee <3 (@tiathecreator)

꒰ SATORU GOJO ꒱

°❆ christmas day lingers quicker and quicker and midnight is close to striking, but of course, you and your husband are wrapping gifts very last minute. there would be a great explanation to this but there isn’t, both of your work schedules and the children's school schedules, made it barely possible to wrap gifts. which leads to the two of you rapidly, and terribly, wrapping gifts as your twin children sleep.

but, to make the night slightly more festive, gojo decided to dress up as santa claus. he bought two sets, one as pajamas and one for the morning as everyone unwrapped their gifts. he thought it would excite the children for the festive holiday. you laughed at his frivolous idea and immediately he pulled out a mrs. claus outfit….oh gosh. you laughed at the suit, you rejected the outfit and continued wrapping, ignoring his pleas as it got worse and worse.

gojo dressed up with the beard and santa hat, trying to convince you that dressing up is a wonderful idea and the kids would love it. though in your mind, you’re thinking of wondering how to tell this white-haired man that he looks like a creep and not santa claus, but you wouldn’t hurt his precious little heart like that. instead, you continued to wrap the remaining gifts, until you felt a sudden heaviness on your chest. heaviness that could be described as your brawny, whiny, six-foot-four husband still pleading with you to dress up with him. his usual gleeful blue eyes become doe-y, now giving away the desperation that gojo is never ashamed of.

you laugh at his desperation and ask him to get off but of course, he refuses. he hugs you and traps you in a tight space, you trying to squirm out of his hold and him hovering you. it also doesn’t make it better that his doe-y look turned into a sense of mischief, you raised your eyebrow at his look, and he simply shrugged at it. you two stared at each other until gojo’s lips formed a smirk and placed a sensual kiss on you. you opened your mouth to object to the kiss but instead, he placed another one and another…and another. he continued to kiss you until you kissed back, light noises made as both of your hands traveled. the kiss continued and distracted both of you from the gift wrapping and the fact that the twins had woken up from their sleep.

your bedroom door opens widely, but of course, you and gojo hadn’t noticed, and both of them yelled, “santa?!”. your child’s voice startled both of you and gojo immediately fell off of you and almost until the gifts. you elbowed him to get the gifts out of their sight, he grabbed the nearest blanket and threw it on top of their gifts. you asked your children why they couldn’t sleep and they answered back why you were kissing thee santa claus, the big dude with a sack of gifts. why is santa kissing their mom and not their dad? this is nuts, insane, crazy to even think about!

while the kids were trying to lecture you on how much dad loves you and how you’re such a bad person to dad, you looked to gojo and gojo burst into laughter, you followed along and laughed as well. both kids looked at each other with confusion and hurt on their faces. gojo patted the space between the two of you and told them to sit there as he explained a (terribly) exaggerated story on how their dad is the real santa claus, that’s why he’s extra busy during the month of december. he even took off the beard and hat to prove that’s it their giddy father and not the man in red with a bunch of elves. both children were confused and continued to ask questions, one of them didn’t believe him and still pointed to you as a cheater. you shook your head and added fictional events to gojo’s story, no matter how exaggerated it sounded aloud.

꒰ SUGURU GETO ꒱

°❆ christmas springs upon the morning, and you only know this because both of the young girls, nanako and mimiko, are banging at the door. you and geto groan and try to ignore it, if only the girls didn’t start fiddling with the door, and that startled the both of you. particularly ‘cause the aftermath of last night was still present, since the both of you weren’t clothed.

thankfully, yet oddly, you were reminded to tell geto about the santa suit to wear for the morning. now was it a silly idea? most definitely! was for nanako and mimiko? mostly yes, and you needed some type of memory of christmas morning on your phone. you walk over to your closet and shuffle around the boxes of presents until you spotted the big red suit and hat to match. you smiled ever so cunningly to yourself, geto noticed but shrugged his shoulders and went about to brush his teeth. you pulled the suit from behind the presents and showed it geto, proposing to him to wear it for this merry morning. geto being geto, he immediately rejected but that no didn’t stop you from convincing him to wear. did it take a lot of convincing? oh definitely. did it take a lot of “are you guys done yet?” from your two girls? yes…sadly yes.

the only thing that convinced him was that it would bring a lot of glee to his girls and he can’t disappoint his girls, he just can’t. even if it means sucking up his pride and dressing up as santa claus and pretending to bring the gifts from the north pole. it also helps, not geto though, that you bought a sack similar to santa’s so he could truly be in character.

after some time of getting ready for the morning, as in fussing with geto about the suit and carefully placing the presents into sack, you entered the living room with a smile that is hiding something, but the girls are too focused on their stocking stuffers to notice. they bounce with gleefulness as they open small gifts such as doll clothes, hair accessories, some candy, and other minuscule things they asked for. they continued to bounce around the tree as they tried to peek at what their gifts could be but were forced not to open them until their surprise arrived.

the girls grew tired after some minutes and frequently asked when is their surprise is coming. nanako tried to sneakily open one of her gifts under the tree until the iconic, “ho! ho! ho!”, made it’s way into your home and the girls jumped up from their spot to see santa claus in their home. their jaws dropped and their eyes grew from the sudden appearance of santa claus, the true (fake) santa in their home! you giggled at their amusement and you noticed geto’s mouth growing from annoyed to relaxed as he small childish smiles on his girl’s faces. maybe dressing up as santa wasn’t too bad of an idea for geto, but who is he to tell you that you’re right?

the girls eagerly asked questions as santa geto sat down to give their gifts, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities or at least give believable answers for them. mimiko questioned him on why santa’s hair looked similar to their father’s and he immediately answered with hair dye and extensions. you smiled to yourself at the beautiful, and playful, sight of the girls enjoying geto as santa claus, you took many pictures on your phone while they weren’t looking.

though, geto caught you mid-click and pulled you onto his lap. he peppered kisses all over your face and gave you “your gift”, an enduring and sweet kiss to say “I love you”. though, maybe nanako and mimiko shouldn’t have been present to witness that cause immediate yelling came from the both of them. they mostly yelled at geto and asked him why he kissed their mother, he’s supposed to be married to mrs. claus! he shouldn’t have his lips on their mother and their mom shouldn’t like that, their father would be furious!

you and geto smiled at their lecture, you giggled to yourself and geto pulled off his costume, reavealing to them that he is santa claus. mimiko tried to say that she always knew from the hair but the both of you knew that was a lie.

꒰ TOJI FUSHIGURO ꒱

°❆ a clink goes and laughter fills the living room, just as much as it is with red and white, and the typical splatter of different colors from megumi and tsumiki, love and peace decorate it as well. two bottles of wine sat at the dresser, one already halfway done as you and toji chatted (and drank) away for christmas eve. but as the wine bottle becomes empty, the space between you two becomes closer. then again, he has been gone for a whole month and a half, it’s only right to feel this way with him.

it’s only right to feel this way of yearning from his absence, which explains why his arm slyly brings your lower body closer to him. it explains why his fingers drag themselves along your thigh, lightly dragging around your stretch marks. it explains why toji brought himself closer to your face, only a mere inch away from your lips interlocking. but instead he brings the idea of dressing as santa claus and mrs. claus for the night? sounds odd, trust it is and the way your head is titled, he knew that it sounded odd to you.

he explains himself further and says that it's only right that you dress up for the holiday season. plus, he’s one hundred percent sure that mrs. claus misses her dead old husband. you still had a look of confusion on your face, toji sighed and went into the closet to change into the costume he had prepared. except when he came out, it was barely anything like the classic look of santa; it was a red thermal top with fur cuffs, barely cropped but can still show a peek of his abs, the top had a bell at the collar, quite small and quite annoying. red thermal pants to match as well and a santa hat (something to keep it classic).

you burst into laughter as you saw the awful outfit he claimed to be dressed as “santa claus”. when in actuality, he looks like an elf on the shelf and you told him that, crying in laughter as toji huffs in embarrassment. he grumbled to himself, saying it was the last time he tried to be “in the merry spirit”. he continued to grumble to himself and you continued to laugh at him, still not over the ridiculous outfit, you gave props for trying, but couldn’t get over it.

granted, his muscle build made it look somewhat attractive but the amount of red on him just threw you in for a loop. it also doesn’t help that the bell jingles every time he moves. his embarrassment grew into frustration, making him throw off the top and your laugh dialed down. the both of you forgot how bashful you can get when toji is topless, due to his absence.

toji noticed, finding amusement at how your laughter was taken back as soon as he removed his shirt. which made him want to tease you just a slight bit; he moved back to the bed and grabbed your hand, moving it to place on his hips. then drags it along his waist, he lets out a small groan when you press your nails onto it.

as both of your hands roamed over each other, the space between your bodies constricted, leaning closer and closer until your lips ghosted over. you both chuckled before kissing one another, a kiss that could be described as loving, enduring, and passionate. but could you blame each other?

well, the only thing to blame is that door wasn’t completely closed and tsumiki happened to pass by. she glanced and continued to the kitchen, but then backtracked to your room. she spotted the red hat and thought to herself, “santa? there’s no way, why is santa in mommy’s room?”. she tip-toed closer to the small crack that your door left and viewed the kiss shared between you and toji. her jaw dropped and she immediately ran, quietly ran, to megumi’s room to wake him up. megumi grumbled to her to let him sleep, yet tsumiki insisted that she saw her mom kissing santa claus. she saw it with her own two eyes!

megumi didn’t believe her and tried to ignore her but he knew that wouldn’t work, therefore getting up from his bed and treading towards your bedroom. he didn’t even bother knocking and opening the door, immediately wishing he didn’t from the way his parents were on each other. thankfully, you both were clothed and didn’t do anything…yet.

toji scolded megumi for not knocking on the door and megumi rolled his eyes. megumi turned over to tsumiki and pointed out to her that santa claus was just their dad in a santa hat, it wasn’t the actual santa eating their mom’s mouth. tsumiki felt naive for falling for something so obvious but she can admit that she was a bit spooked that santa looked much too similar to toji. she even commented on how toji’s back looks sharp like rocks while santa’s doesn’t, that only made toji confused and you and megumi laughing at the comment.

toji came closer to tsumiki and started to chase her around the house, yelling how she’s gonna coal for christmas for peeking into her parent’s bedroom. you and megumi shook your heads but was amused at this family’s dynamic.

★ I tried so hard not to make toji’s include smut, yall please- like it’s so hard not making this whore when it’s literally canon that he is

★ would yall believe me if i said toji’s was the longest 🧍🏽‍♀️…?

★ lemme know which one was yall fav <3

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chrollosbm · 4 months

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I Keep Having This Fantasy About Gojo…

…of him talking his usual shit in bed

yadda yadda, “this dick got you fucking stupid, huh? you can’t even handle it,” just his smug, arrogant mouth running and running every time his fat cock hits the ceiling of your cunt knocking the wind out of you.

he does have the grounds to hit you with those obnoxiously true words though, the salty liquid running down your cheeks and your constant mewls are telling on you, but he just can’t shut the fuck up.

so you make him. you wait until you’re sitting on him, kneecaps on the bed, feeling the reason for his insistent babbling churning your guts before you make sure he has the safe word the two of you barely used in his pretty little pretentious head.

more shit talking ensues as he continues to rut that fat member into your dripping pussy, so soaked his silver pubes are changing into a darker hue. blah blah blah, “you act like i’m the one who even uses that shit, you’re the one who can’t stop chanting it when you’re runnin’ from this dick” bullshit.

you’re growing tired of it just as you blink through the dark spots and stars filling your vision as he takes you talking back as a reason to slam you down onto his hips and you swear you black out for a second. it doesn’t throw you off your mission, even with the vicious thrusts the cerulean eyed man below you is giving you, your hand finds its way to his pale, porcelain skin with a loud sound and for once he’s fucking silent.

the hush in the room is terrifying, with his jams coming to a halt and the bony hands on your ass gripping tighter by the second. you dared to look at the stunned, now red faced man under you, whose warm, minty breath in your face has seemed to cease while your heart rate has never been as speedy.

your pupils were shaking in fear of what was to come, how he would react, what would he say now, before his cheekbones raised into that goofy grin of his, before digging his fingers into the fat of your ass to bounce you on him like a pogo stick, this time choosing words of encouragement.

“fuuuck, that was hot. do it again, but harder this time.”

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nininikki · 4 months

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delicates — s. gojo

content warnings: perv!gojo, fwb!gojo, panty-stealing, panty-sniffing, jerking off with said panties, increasingly mild jealousy, male masturbation

author’s note: some horny desperate gojo to perk those holiday spirits. love y’all 💋🫶🏽🤍

“satoru, have you seen my pink panties?”

he had barely gotten the phone up to his ear before nearly exclaiming, “your what?” through the dwindling cell phone static, gojo could hear the frantic zipping and unzipping of suitcases, opening and closing of drawers, and the stress in not only your breathing, but your question: have you seen my pink panties?

at the words, “pink panties”, bells begin to sound in satoru’s head. they’re tiny, lacy, and cotton candy pink almost all around, apart from the hem, which is decorated with a little white bow. the first time you’d worn them, they’d proved to be an issue for satoru’s restraint. much too pretty to ruin by tearing off your legs, but still a hindrance to him in the animal-like mood he was in. he could recall you gasping as he moved the thin material to the side so he could curl the tip of his tongue up against your clit for the first time of many that night.

“oh, nothing. forget i asked.” it was more than obvious you were stressing yourself to hell and back over the imminent (and very mandatory) conference trip to new orleans. it’s evident now, and it was more than evident about a week ago when you invited satoru over to your place with the intention of letting him ease the worry away. and he did, one salacious orgasm at a time.

crackly phone static sobers gojo instantly, and he’s back with you—present day you—and your current dilemma. “but, still,” he hears you defeatedly slump into the cushiony spring of your mattress. “where’d they go so fast?”

your new question makes him sit up in his bed. “well, uh,” gojo hardly stuttered, but you managed to catch him at an impossibly bad time. “when’d you see ‘em last?”

“they were in a stack of laundry on my dresser, i swear.” like magic, satoru’s mind conjures an image of what you might look like on the other end of the phone. lying across your bed, perhaps twirling a lock of hair up and down your finger or fidgeting with the golden initial necklace that always hung so delicately around your throat. he imagines a cartoonishly big question mark floating above your head as you work the plushness of your bottom lip between your teeth. the mental sight was a pretty one, albeit rather funny.

you resume your recant with, “then, just like that, poof! gone.” a sigh passed between your lips. “i mean, what am i gonna do now? i wanted to bring those with me.”

“those?” satoru hesitantly flicks his bedside lamp on now, hoping seeing will help him understand. “on a work trip?”

you sighed again, this time exasperated. “oh, please. it’s new orleans. did you think i was a nun or something?”

“whatever,” with a blink of his eyes, he tried to brush away the nagging, envious feeling that tugged at his navel and nearly led him to nausea, but it wasn’t at all that simple. “why’d you call me, anyway?” were you calling all your recent lovers and alerting them to be on the lookout for a pair of frilly pink underwear? the thought of it was funny only before satoru fully registered the idea of you having any other lover that was not him.

“well, i just thought that maybe…” your words trailed off in a way that indicated you’d lost them on purpose. your acrylics could be heard nervously clicking together on the other end.

gojo scoffs with the incredulity of a completely innocent man. “what, you think i’m the panty thief?” at the sound of air sucking between your teeth, and otherwise dreadful silence, he wants to roll his eyes. “i can’t believe you. you ever stop to think it was your freaky ass housekeeper?”

a sharp gasp crackles through the receiver. “rosmerta would never!”

“yeah, yeah. just call me when you think better of me.”

“then i guess i won’t be calling for a very long time.” you say, and a stiff dial tone fills gojo’s ears.

his conversation with you should’ve sobered him up completely. he should’ve been shamed into flicking his lamp off and falling asleep (even though he couldn’t if he wanted to). but hearing your voice only fueled his fire further. all day, your panties had burned a titillating hole in the top drawer of his dresser, and he’d had more than enough of denying himself.

when the sun sank beneath the clouds and it was finally dark enough to abate any oncoming feelings of guilt—although, there was a shamefully small amount of it—satoru had your pretty pink underwear splayed out over his lap, teasing it over the growing bulge in his pants.

he had felt like such a perv when he plucked them off your dresser’s tower of laundry and stashed them within his pocket. and he’d felt like even more of a perv when he kissed you out of your early morning slumber to tell you he was on the way out. “gotta go, baby. early shift today.” satoru whispered into your soft skin.

immediately, you’d attempted to rise from the comfort of your bed. “i’ll walk you out,” you yawned.

smoothing a hand over your cheek, satoru’s eyes softened at the sleepy tenderness in yours, and he’d wanted to collapse back into the mattress without a second thought. “no, you stay here and rest, alright.” but he simply could not bring himself to rest alongside you with such a dirty secret in his pocket.

and so now here he was, touching himself through his underwear like a virgin schoolboy as he brushed the fabric over his nose. the wholly clean scent of them couldn’t have stopped him from envisioning all the times you may have gotten them a mess with the slickness of your arousal.

you were wearing a dress that first time satoru had fucked you in these. and you weren’t shy at all about letting him bend you over the edge of your bed and push the skirt up over your hips. he was practically salivating at the sight: the thick globes of your ass on perfect display for his starving hands, and the damp plumpness of your cunt on perfect display for his starving mouth. thin ribbons of arousal had dripped their way down your labia and come to a head at the bulbous tip of your clit, while of course staining the almost transparent material in its wake.

the memory makes gojo abandon all efforts of teasing, and he’s letting his cock spring free from his underwear. he lets the angry mushroom tip graze against the crotch area of the thong, precisely where your slit would be. if he closed his eyes for long enough, he could imagine he was doing just that—rubbing himself up against your leaking slit until you were weak with pleas.

when his eyes flutter open the tiniest bit, he could see a fresh bead of precum dotting the material. “so good,” he murmured as he remembered how easily your chubby cunt swallowed up the fabric. your eyes, lidded and framed by fluffy lashes, sat teary and reddened in your head.

satoru had grown fond of how worked up you tended to get when teased. your manicured hands had cupped over the round peaks of your ass, spreading yourself apart with the hope of being filled. “please,” you had whimpered, and he couldn’t help himself at sight of your slick soaked lips virtually calling out to him. relief filled your eyes as he pushed the dainty cloth to the side, and then ran an impatient finger tantalizingly down your slit.

fresh saliva filled the underside of his mouth almost immediately, haunted by the memory of your slick bursting over his tongue in all the best and worst ways. there was no way gojo would be able to stomach the idea of another man peeling these off your skin just as he had that night. could he get you as loud for him as you were for satoru? could he tease the head of his cock over your hungry entrance until you were practically dying for it? could he spring your pretty eyes with tears after every thrust? gojo didn’t think so.

dampening the palm of his hand with a pearl of spit, gojo began sliding it up and down his length, murmuring small curses to himself as the picture of you bled through his mind. “so fuckin’ nasty.” he grunted when he remembered how you’d always time the movements of your hips perfectly to match his thrusts and fuck him back. “am i doin’ a good job, daddy?” you would look back at him and ask, smearing your juices over his pelvis with the increasingly weakening pushes of your hips.

“makin’ daddy so proud.” satoru hummed to himself, tightening his grip just over the head of his dick and imagining the very same hold your pussy seemed to have on him.

“i’m gonna cum,” you would tearfully whisper, just a split second before your body collapsed under the weight of the pleasure your lover was inflicting on you. usually immediately after, gojo’s release would follow upon him seeing the fervent manner in which your pussy spasmed around his cock as it drooled out thick rivulets of milky finish.

satoru felt himself twitch, inching closer and closer toward his own release as he teased the flimsy garment to and fro over his cock. but it just wasn’t enough.

in an act of utter desperation, or perhaps madness, he brought your panties up to his face and allowed his nose to brush up against the crotch. he was almost ashamed of the shiver that coursed down his spine. although the smell was relatively harmless, the mere idea of suffocating in you worked his nerves without relent.

“please,” gojo begged no one in particular. if he could, he would hold you against his face forever, smothering himself in the warmth of your skin until he was one with you. if he could, he would be en route to your apartment this instant to tell you the truth. “i love you.”

with a choked whimper that followed his untimely confession, satoru slipped over edge and into the blissful abyss of orgasm. the tugs on his cock became haphazard and sloppy with the gradual spurts of cum oozing from the head of his dick. it wasn’t until he opened his eyes and removed the rose colored panties from his face did he realize the gravity of what he had admitted. he loved you.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 5 months

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Daddy’s Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fucking clothes off.”

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS; Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Grief; Mentions of Depression, Death & Suicide; Alcohol/Drug Use; Feral!Gojo; Rough Sex; Ripping Clothes; Dirty Talk; Cunnilingus; Forced Deepthroating; Face-Fucking; Multiple Positions; Gojo Giving You Deep Dick; Breeding Kink; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Cum Eating; Ownership; Gojo Makes You a Mommy; Aftercare; Degradation; Petnames: Baby; Little Girl; Mama; Sweetheart

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

*IMPORTANT NOTE: In the manga, Gojo is only sealed for 19 days, but in the time of the rest of the manga being written and illustrated, it was 3 years. So the timeline of his being sealed and freed will be 3 years.

Writer’s Note: I’m coping. AND celebrating my man's birthday!! The happiest birthday (and week and month) to my favorite boi! 💙💙💙 -Jazz

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You’ve never felt such pain before.

It isn't pain that can simply be fixed with a band-aid or a kiss, like a scrape or a cut. It is a deep, cavernous, emotional pain that you have never experienced before...not before losing your fiance. The man you adored and cherished. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your sunshine peeking through the dark, gray clouds.

But since losing him, all your days are washed with gray. You can't stand any sunny days now, knowing that he loved them and would want to do something–anything–to seize them. "C'mon, baby, let's go get some ice cream!" he'd cheerfully shout. Or "let's go biking" or "wanna take a walk in the park with me?"

Now, all you do is lay in bed and watch the days go by, the pain you feel too much. You've never experienced something so profound and intense. It causes you to cry every single morning into the night until the pink of dawn comes again.

It's been like this for three years now since you lost him forever. It still feels weird to say that: forever. You thought you'd have forever with him, but it was ripped away from you all that time ago during the Shibuya incident. It was a bloody war, from what you've heard; a massacre. So many innocent people perished.

The lives that were spared were among the other Sorcerers and his students, including Nobara who managed to survive Mahito's attack . You visited her all that time she spent in the hospital after the attack as the doctors worked to save her eye. In the end, she lost it, but gained a false one just last year that looks exactly like her real one.

Nanami also survived. It was a close call, apparently. Yuji had found him and attacked Mahito before Nanami could face his violent death. Half of his face and body are completely scalped, but he doesn't try to cover them. They are his battle scars; a reminder of what he is fighting for. He still resides in Japan though you've all been telling him to retire and go to Malaysia. "Not until he's back," he'd fiercely say. "I'm not resting until he's out of that damn box."

He checks on you as do Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, to ensure you're okay. Shoko spent the night with you a few times until you firmly told her to stop. "I'm not gonna slit my wrists or anything," you scoffed. Shoko pursed her lips at you as she smoked her cigarette on your balcony. "No, but you might drink yourself to death first," she mumbled.

And yes, you have been drinking. You've also been smoking. Weed and alcohol are all that cure the pain, at least for a little while. You don't have to see his dazzling smile or snow-white hair behind your eyelids when you fall asleep high as a kite. It's unhealthy and you know that, but what else can you do?

You have nothing to live for anymore. Your fiance is gone. You try to tell the others this, who have worked tirelessly all this time to find a way to bail him out. 'It's been three years!' you think. 'If they haven't found a way yet, they never will. He is never getting out of that box or the Prison Realm.' And that is the sad, horrible truth.

You curl yourself into a ball now, wrapped in one of his crisp button-up shirts, naked underneath. It is twelve in the afternoon. You haven't eaten or gotten dressed, only showered and brushed your teeth (after Shoko sent you a text to do so). Tears stain your eyes which still sting from your sob session the night before. "Satoru," you whimper into the pillows. "Come back to me, please."

You know this isn't possible, but you wish to God or whoever makes miracles happen that it was. How can you live in a world, in a realm, where your love isn't here? You were going to get married, in spring of 2024. He had promised you after a wonderful night of dinner, champagne, and dancing on a private yacht he ordered just for you two.

When he got down on those long legs, one knee propped up, and presented you with that box, you could feel yourself melt. "After all of this is over," he promised, "after I make this world safer for you, let's do it, baby. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." He gave you that big, gigawatt, hopeful smile as you felt tears pour down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. "You up for seein' this face forever?" he joked.

That night, you answered him. Over and over again, making love until morning. Until you were both spent and ached so good from twisting your bodies in a hundred different positions. Until your thighs were soaked with his cum and all you could see, hear, and smell was him.

You were more than prepared to spend the rest of your life like that with him...and now, that's all gone. A fresh wave of grief overcomes you and you grip the pillow, stuffing your face into it. Once again, you say the same words you've been saying for three years like a prayer: "Satoru, come back to me. Please."

BANG!

The sound is so loud and abrupt that it scares you. You sit up immediately, your heart lurching into your throat. You look around the room only to find it empty, but then hear the familiar sound of the front door closing from downstairs. Someone is here. But who?

"H-Hello?" you call. "Shoko, is that you?"

No answer. It is completely silent all except for the birds chirping outside your window which only adds to the ominous feeling of the situation at hand. You never gave Shoko a spare key to your home and you're the only one who can get in and out. So who the fuck is in your house?

You then hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, one by one, as if the stranger is taking his sweet time doing so. You instantly reach for your phone to dial 911 and retreat to the bathroom across the room, but stop when a shadow crosses the bedroom wall, and then a figure appears in the threshold of the bedroom you used to share with your fiance.

You stare at the figure hard as if it's difficult for you to decipher it, but it's impossible not to know who it is. You can tell from how tall he is as he stands there, towering over you in the doorway. You can tell from his lean body sinewy with muscles under his black clothes. You can tell from his pale skin, snow-white hair you used to love to run your fingers through, and iced, blue eyes that stare right through you.

That same lovely, adorable, sexy, dazzling grin crosses his pillowy-soft, pink lips as he stares at you from across the room. “Honey, I’m home," Gojo chirps as if he just walked in from a hard day at work.

You stare him down, afraid to move or speak in fear of ruining this or exposing it for what it is: a trick. A mirage. A hallucination caused by too much alcohol or weed (unlikely, but still). Is this a dream? Are you dead? Did you go ahead and drink yourself to death like Shoko foresaw?

He walks toward you, slowly as if to not frighten you further. You stay on the bed, afraid to move. You're trembling. He finally stops just at arm's length from you, that same smile and warm gaze still on his face. “T-Tarou?” you whisper, finding your voice.

“In the flesh," he replies in that easy, sexy drawl that you've always loved. So careless. So laidback. His expression grows concerned, his brows drawn together. “How ya doin’, baby?” he asks. Your heart flips at the sound of that pet name. You haven't heard it in so, so long.

You scamper towards him, wanting to get closer to him, but then stop, afraid to. He doesn't react to either, still standing there and waiting for you to process this. “No,” you whisper. “This isn’t real. I’m just high as fuck right now.” You put your hands in your hair, gripping the dark coils/braids/locs/curls/twists harshly.

You know that this isn't possible. You haven't touched any weed since yesterday morning, wanting to give yourself a break. Gojo whistles as he nods at the bong sitting on your bedside table. “Well, judging from that, probably so. You got any left? I could use it after the 3 years I’ve had.”

You don't answer. You barely even breathe, afraid to do so in fear of putting a tear in the fabric of this moment and ripping it apart. You still can't tell if this is really happening. Is it a trick of your cursed grief making you see shit? Could it be that a Curse is here and has somehow taken over Gojo's body, and now, they're here to kill you? You would rather take that than this uncertainty.

Gojo suddenly raises his hand toward you as if to touch you, but doesn't. “Touch me," he encourages. Though hesitant, you lift a tentative hand and stroke your fingers over his veiny arm. All you feel is solid, soft, warm skin. Gojo's smile gets bigger. “See? I’m real. It’s really me, baby.”

And suddenly, the fog over your mind has been cleared and you can see clearly. All is for certain, including that the man standing here is your man. Your 'Tarou. “It’s really you,” you whimper. “Oh, my God….oh, my God!” You can't stop the tears or the blubbering as relief and utter joy wash over you.

Gojo opens your arms for you and he barely budges as you shoot into them, not even making him stagger. You bury your head in his chest, breathing in his scent and moving your hands over his back muscles. “I’ve missed you,” you sob. “I’ve missed you so, so much, Satoru! It’s been awful!”

He holds you tight to him, solid and absolutely real. “Shhh, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he coos. “I would’ve come back sooner, but I had to take care of some things.”

You pull away to look up at him through your blurred vision. He doesn't appear hurt or bruised. In fact, he looks the exact same he did before he was sealed in that box. “What do you–“

“And I’ll tell you everything after I get some pussy.”

You pause, processing his abrupt words. “What?” you scoff. “But what about all that's happened? How'd you even escape the Prison Realm? Have you eaten or drank? What about–"

Gojo, impatient, presses a long finger to your lips. “Forget about all of that right now, Y/N. Worry about the fact that you haven’t seen me in three years and you’re dying for me to put you in the mattress again.”

Then that familiar, dark, lustful look crosses his eyes like an eclipse, taking over him. “I think you’re understanding me clearly," he says, his voice dipping an octave lower than usual. “Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fuckin’ clothes off.”

You stare at him hard, wondering if he is serious. You haven’t seen him in three years. You have so many more questions to ask him. Like what did he do while sealed? Did he see Yuji, Megumi and Nobara before he came? Were they the ones that got him out? Is he okay?

But from the way he is staring you down like he wants to take a piece of you, you can tell that all of those questions will have to just wait to be answered. Plus, the last one is already answered for you: no, he isn’t okay. He is fucking feening for you. He needs you. You can tell from the way his hands grip you closer and from the feeling of his semi hard-on pressing into your thigh from inside his pants.

You can’t imagine what three years without sex was like and you don’t want to. So you’re more than happy to give him whatever he is looking for right now. “O-Okay, Gojo,” you softly stutter. Your hands move to his top to unbutton it, first starting at the bottom. But your hands fumble and shake as if this is the first time you’re doing this for him.

“Takin’ too long,” Gojo growls, impatient. Tearing your hands away from his shirt, he immediately rips the $1,000 top off of you, revealing your laced bra and panties underneath. You squeak as he does so, alarmed. “Gojo, your shirt!” you gasp, especially when the buttons fly all over the place.

“Forget the fuckin’ shirt,” he says, his voice all but a rasp. "I’ll get a new one. It’s not fair how sexy you look in my clothes, sweetheart.” He presses his lips to your chest, breathing you in for a moment. “God, I’ve missed your smell,” he sighs. “I’ve missed how you feel. I’ve missed you so, so much.” He pulls away then, looking down at your hand. “And you’re still wearing the ring,” he points out.

You look down at your hand where the sterling silver engagement ring sits, its diamonds sparkling at you. “Of course,” you whisper. “I never took it off. I’m engaged to you.” You want to tell him that you always dreamed he’d come back, that you wanted him to see you with it when he did.

“So there’s been no one else?” he suddenly asks, his eyes sizing you up. “You haven’t been with any other man besides me?” Immediately, you shake your head. “No, Daddy,” you whisper, immediately falling back into the soft, obedient, submissive state that you always slide into with him as if it’s natural to you. And it is. He makes you feel so safe and loved and kept. It’s impossible not to do so all for him. “There’s been no one,” you say. “No one can ever make me feel the way you do.”

A crooked smirk crosses Gojo’s lips that has you quivering in between your thighs. “So one has played with this body but me?” he asks. “No one has played with that pussy but me?” Again, you shake your head, your breath becoming short and labored. His eyes seem to dark even more, becoming an ocean blue. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he whispers. Then his lips are finally, finally, on yours, his tongue dancing and swirling with yours, creating a wet, sloppy, feverish kiss that takes your breath away.

You moan wantonly into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him. Oh, how you’ve missed this. How you’ve only prayed to feel these lips again. At some point during the dizzying kissing session, Gojo pulls his clothes off, breaking apart from you to strip himself of his shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving himself in his designer briefs that look way tighter than usual.

Actually, now that you’re noticing it, his entire body looks buffer than usual. Gojo has always had muscles but was leaner three years ago. Now, his muscles are more defined, pushing up against his shirt when he has it on.

He smirks at your wandering eyes. “Something you like, mama?” he purrs. He takes your hand, running it over his hard abs and chiseled abs where his pink nipples are hard for you, ready to be sucked. “Something…different?”

“It’s just…you’re so…” You shudder in delight as he slides your hand down his stomach that you could bake cookies on. “Big,” you decide, running your free hand up his forearm. “You don’t have much to do in the Prison Realm except work out and masturbate,” he chuckles. “I wanted to be bigger and stronger for you when I was finally free. And I wanna let you know something, baby.” He leans in then, pressing his lips against your ear. “It’s all yours,” he whispers. “This body…this cock…everything. All of it is yours.”

You shudder again as his dirty words swirl in your mind. He pulls away, smirking at you. “Lemme show you what I mean.” Then, instantly, he is snapping off your bra and flinging it away before his lips and hands are latching to your nipples. He sucks and licks at your hard, brown nipples like a hungered man, his hands groping the sensitive globes and pinching your nipples with his long, piano fingers. “Look at these beautiful fuckin’ titties,” he says, more to himself than to you. “I’ve missed my girls so much.”

Your head falls back and your mouth opens, captured by the pleasure he is giving you. “S-Satoru,” you whimper. Every graze of his teeth and lick of his skillful tongue has your pussy gushing. You haven’t been this wet in three years! Actually, you haven’t even been horny in three years. No one has ever been able to arouse you the way Gojo can.

You find yourself rolling your hips against his knee as your hands grasp his broad shoulders for balance and leverage. Gojo hums as you grind your wet, panty-covered pussy against his knee, smirking up at you playfully. “Grindin’ that pussy on my leg, hm?” he tuts. “Even after three years, you’re still a little slut. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”

He gives one of your titties one last suck before he shoves himself away from you. You stare up at him, confused, while he only gives you a stern look. “Get on the bed and open your legs. I need that pussy in my face.”

You are helpless to refuse him, especially when your pussy is begging and sobbing for the same thing. You quickly hurry onto the bed and sit back onto your elbows as you open your legs for him. Gojo is between them immediately, his hands ripping off your panties as if they are no more than strings. As soon as he gets a look at your puffy, wet pussy leaking for him, he groans and his cock visibly twitches in his pants. “Shit,” he hisses. “I’ve missed her too.”

And then he’s giving in like he would the cleanest, purest, bluest waters, his hands under your ass to give him a better angle and a better way to plunge his tongue deeper inside you. He laps and sucks at your pussy and sensitive clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around your hole like he needs it. Craves it.

You grab at his hair, pushing his head deeper into you as you wail and moan to the heavens above. “O-Oh, my God!” you cry out to the ceiling. “‘Tatoru, yes, more! Please give me more! Don’t stop!”

Your voice bounces off of the bedroom walls, unbound and unashamed. You haven’t had this kind of pleasure––so intense and explosive––in so long. His wet mouth and soft lips feel so good. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue swirls inside your pussy is beyond. You feel incredible…too incredible. Gojo works his mouth fast, pulling you quickly towards an orgasm that gathers in your core and threatens to tumble down over you.

“Wait, Daddy!” you protest. “Slow down! ‘M gonna cum too fast!”

Gojo’s blue eyes peer up at you through long, white lashes as he continues to lap at your cunt. “Do it,” he demands. “‘Cause I’m finna make you cum as many times as I want to. I’ll make you cream your pretty brains out till dawn, baby. I’m making up for lost time.”

He ducks back down, going faster, and even adding his long index and middle fingers inside of the wet, tight depths of your pussy. Your walls clench around him instantly as he expertly finds your G-spot and begins gliding his fingers up against it, encouraging you to cum with every stroke of his fingers and tongue. “Do it,” he orders. “Cum for me. Cum around my fingers and my tongue, gorgeous. I’ve got you. I promise.”

And you know he does. He grips one of your hips with one hand as he finger fucks you with the other, humming “mm-hmm” and other encouraging words that are smothered by your pussy as he drags you closer to your orgasm. When it finally breaks, it crashes onto you like a wave, causing your back to arch off of the bed like you’re experiencing an exorcism. “Fuck!” you sob as you feel your body shake and shudder through your earth-shattering orgasm.

Moans of Gojo’s government and curses to the stars leave your lips as Gojo carries you through your mind-blowing, body-shaking, earth-quaking orgasm…and even after, when your body aches and your heart is pounding, he continues to eat your pussy.

He continues to lap and suck at your lips, cleaning up the cum that dribbles out your hole and down your asscrack. He licks there too, moaning breathlessly and wantonly as he does. Finally, when he is good and satisfied, he pulls away from you and sits back onto his hands, breathing heavily with his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his saliva.

A weak moan leaves your lips as your pussy twitches in delight and exhaustion at being stimulated. You feel so, so good. So free. You finally feel as if the sun has finally shown itself behind the gray clouds that have darkened your life for three years. You look at your man adoringly, wanting him to know how much you love him and how good he has made you feel. “Gojo,” you sigh. “That was amazing. I–“

“Open your mouth,” he demands. You button your lip, your words failing you immediately. You stare at him blankly, your post-orgasm brain not quite processing his words. Gojo sits up on his knees on the mattress, grabbing his cock in his pants. “You fuckin’ heard me,” he growls. “Open that slutty mouth, now. Don’t make me tell you again, little girl.” He pins you down with an intimidating look that is only intensified by his sapphire eyes.

Once again, you can’t deny him. While still recovering from your orgasm, you open your mouth wide for him, your plump lips covering your teeth and your tongue out. Just the way he likes it. Gojo walks towards you on his knees and stays beside you as he unbuttons his pants. In one swift motion, he takes down his pants and his briefs, causing his cock to pop out. The long, thick, veiny appendage, bubbling with pre-cum from its pink head, lightly slaps you in the face, causing you to gasp.

Gojo grabs your neck rather roughly, pulling you towards his cock without properly preparing you or waiting for you to prepare yourself. You stare down at his large dick, alarmed at how hard he is. The veins in his shaft throb as does his head that is quickly turning from a soft pink to an angry red. “Gojo, hold up–“

But your words are interrupted by his cock sliding between your lips. A hiss of relief leaves Gojo’s lips as he grips your neck, beginning to rut his hips deep into your mouth. “Sorry, mama,” he groans, “but I can’t be nice to that throat today. I’m just too pent-up. You understand, right?”

You can’t even answer. His cock is too thick; too big; it stretches your mouth out too wide, making your jaw hurt. But all you have to do is breathe through your nose and take it, which Gojo tells you to do so, as he begins to fuck your throat like it’s your pussy. Like it’s his own personal fleshlight.

“Fuckin’ fuck yes!” Gojo loudly grunts, his voice completely primal and animalistic as he roughly fucks your throat. Though he has fucked your throat before, this time, it feels much, much different. He grips your hair and makes your scalp sting with how much he pulls it. He plunges your throat so fast and so hard in your sloppy throat that saliva drips down your chin and down your tits. He turns your face into his fuck toy, doing with it as he pleases.

But though primal and animalistic, he is still completely involved with your pleasure. When you suddenly feel his fingers quickly rubbing your clit after licking his palm, your body lurches and your thighs twitch while you whine and protest feebly around his cock. “Theeeere we go,” he chuckles. “That’s what I want. Feel good with me, mama. This is where your weak, right? Right here?”

He applies more pressure, rubbing your rosebud in time with his thrusts into your throat, his balls swinging against your chin. All you can feel, taste, and smell is him. Your senses are completely overtaken by him. “T-Tawou!” You moan around his cock. “Two mwuch! ‘M sensitive!” Your words are a muffled, jumbled mess around his thick dick, causing more spit to fall from your mouth as you try to speak.

You go to close your legs, but Gojo’s hand yanking on your hair stops you short. “Uh-uh, sweetie,” he teasingly says. “Don't pull away. You owe me this.” He pushes your head farther down his cock, bottoming out in your mouth, causing him to moan so loud that it echoes in the bedroom. “You owe me this for stayin’ so damn sexy after so long. How is that even possible?” He questions you repeatedly as he fucks your throat harder and faster, grunting as he does so. "How's that possible, huh? Huh? Tell me, baby.”

You are turned into a total and complete hole the more he fucks your mouth and flicks your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm that has your thighs shaking. Finally, he releases your hair and lets you pull away, causing his cock to pop out of your mouth. “Gonna cum!” you whine, spit and cum all over your mouth. “I’m cummin’ again, Satoru!”

Gojo stares at your pussy like a kid in a candy store as you cum once again, gushing all around his long fingers and all over the bedsheets. “Gooood girl!” he praises you. “Cum on these fingers, baby. Gimme what I want, but don't get too distracted, mmkay?” He takes his cock and slides himself back home into your mouth even as you moan and your body writhes on the bed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, transfixed by the way your body moves and your pussy clenches. “That’s what I want. This is what I need.”

He rubs at your clit until he can feel your exhausted body jerking from the aftershocks. He finally pulls away from you then, cock and all, though he is still hard and throbbing. “I need to fuck you now,” he growls, desperation in his eyes. “And I can’t stop until I cum inside you, baby…without a rubber. Is that okay with you?”

You blink at him, your sight slightly blurred from the two orgasms and your throat raw from it being fucked into oblivion. He must know that you will say yes. He must know that you’ll say yes to anyone he wants or needs. But yet, he still asks because safe sex has always been a priority with him in your relationship. He has always used condoms and has always made a point to not do anything involving PIV sex if he happened to run out.

But now, here he is, telling you that he needs to fuck you raw and cum inside you, possibly breeding you. And you find yourself burning for the same thing like a wildfire has lit inside you. You lean back against the pillows and open your cum-soaked thighs for him, showing him your glistening, puffy, sensitive pussy. “Yes,” you reply. “Fuck me, Daddy. Cum inside me. Breed me.”

Gojo stares at your pussy, spread open for him like it’s spun gold. Suddenly, the loving, silly, goofy man you’ve grown to love is gone, replaced with one who is starved, rough, demanding, and merciless. It thrills and frightens you.

“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ get it, girl,” he growls before he grabs you, tosses you onto your back, and gets on top of you. “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re spent,” he promises as he throws your legs over his shoulders and prepares to slide deep inside of you until his balls touch your ass.

When he says this, he means it. Baby, Gojo has you in every position known to man.

He starts first by fucking you in missionary, giving you deep, deep dick that nearly touches your soul and makes you see stars. One of his big, veiny hands wraps around your throat, squeezing gently on your windpipe, while the other pins your thigh open as his cock plunges in and out of your wet, sobbing cunt. He pounds you into the mattress, his big body pressing against yours and his hips nailing your pelvis.

Then he has you on top in 69, his hands groping and smacking your jiggly ass while he, once again, stuffs his face in your cunt. You suck his dick in time with his tongue laps, gagging and slobbering all over his cock much to his delight. It is sloppy and dirty and messy…and you love every minute of it.

You love how his pubic hairs tickle your chin the deeper you slide him down your throat. You love how your eyes sting with tears as he tickles the back of your throat. You love the way his tongue slides from your pussy hole to your asshole, lapping at each one as if they’re the best things he’s ever tasted.

He fucks on your back, hanging off the bed. He fucks you on your stomach, your ass tooted up while his feet are firmly planted on the bed, hammering his dick deep inside of you. He sucks you on your side, his hands cupping your jiggling breasts while his lips caress your neck and shoulder. And he makes you cum every. Single. Time.

By the time he has you on your knees with his cock buried deep in your pussy once again and your arms pulled behind your back, your body is aching for rest and your pussy is a mushy, gushy mess around his cock.

But still you persist, moaning and screaming at the top of your lungs the harder he fucks you. Your voice, along with his own, the creaking bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, fills the air around you. “Yes, yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me!” you babble, your words a jumbled mess.

Gojo cackles from behind you, loving how slutty and broken you are on his cock. “You feelin’ good, baby?” he asks. “This dick makin’ you feel good? Don’t have to use those damn toys or those fingers anymore, no. You’ve got me now and I’ll take good, good care of this pussy.”

He slams his hips harder against your ass, making it bounce and jiggle. The harder he goes, the more intense your orgasm gets and you find yourself about to have your sixth orgasm of the day…or night. Is it nighttime now? You can't tell. You’ve been at this for hours, fucking and cumming all over the bed. You don't even know what day it is anymore.

All you can think about is Gojo’s dick and cumming on it. “Shit, I’m gonna cum again!” you sob.

Gojo’s hand circles around your throat, choking you. “Cum on this dick,” he demands. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it for me, baby!”

And you do. Like a puppet on a string being controlled by the white-haired, big-dicked man behind you, you writhe in the air and cum all over his cock. A weak, long moan leaves your lips as you come undone, all self-control leaving you. Gojo pulls out of you with a hiss, talking about how “fuckin’ tight” you are. When you’re released, your arms fall to your sides as you crumble onto the mattress, falling face-first into the pillow. Your body is hot and sweaty, your pussy is twitching, your ass is stinging from his assault on it. You are completely spent.

Gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, smiling at your exhaustion. “Aww, is my baby tired now?” he coos. You weakly moan in response, too tired to speak. “Too bad because I still need to cum inside you. You did ask me to breed you and I’ve gotta make this count.”

Before you can even protest, he is grabbing your weak body and forcing you onto your knees, hiking your ass up for him. He sinks into your overly sensitive, used pussy once more, drawing a moan out of both of you. You let him do as he pleases, too exhausted to fight or argue.

He takes hold of your hips and ruts into you like his life depends on it, nailing that spot again and again that makes you see the entire universe behind your eyelids. It feels so damn good. He fucks you at a breakneck pace, going faster with each second that passes. “O-Oh, s-shit!” you scream into the mattress. “F-Fuck, Daddy, f-f-u-uck!”

Gojo’s fucking is egged on by your moans, his pelvis slamming into your ass and taking your very breath away. “Take this cock,” he groans. “Take all of this dick, baby. It’s yours. All of it is fuckin’ yours. It always was and always will be.” He hikes up his leg and fucks you on one knee, causing him to grow louder and his moans to become more desperate and needy.

“God, I missed this!” he whines. “I’ve been fucking burning for you, baby. Needed you so, so much!” You picture him in the Prison Realm, his hand wrapped around his cock as he is surrounded by darkness and loneliness. As tears spring into your eyes, you lift yourself up onto weak arms to look back at him. “Then show me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you’ve missed me. Cum inside me, ‘Tarou, baby.”

You begin to toss your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust. Gojo takes what you give him and serves it right back, moving in tandem with you. “You want me to cum?” he asks. You nod, moaning and whimpering as you feel his cock begin to swell inside you. “You want me to feel that pussy up?” he grunts. “Want me to make you a mommy? Want me to give you a kid? My kid?”

He begins to pound your pussy into the mattress again, picking up speed. You can feel your last orgasm rising, ready to rip through you. “Say it to me, mama,” he demands. “Tell me you want my baby. Lemme hear it.”

“Yes!” you cry out. “Yes, Satoru, I want your child! I wanna mother your baby!” That must please Gojo because he begins rolling his hips harshly against your ass, rutting into you like he’s trying to fit a home run. His handsome face is red and glittering in sweat, his snow-white hair plastered to his wet forehead.

“Can’t wait to see you full with me,” he groans. “Can’t wait till this tummy is round with my baby and those tits are full of milk. You’re gonna look so, so pretty carryin’ my baby, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the best mommy ever.”

And he’ll be the best daddy ever. That is all you can think as you feel your own orgasm rising at the same time as him, like the sun and the moon rising in unison in the sky. Forever bonded. Forever together.

“Gonna cum,” Gojo warns. “Gonna cum deep inside you. You’d better cum with me too. Cum all over my cock, baby. Cum with me while I fill this little pussy up.”

You nod and wail into the pillow, gripping it for dear life as another blinding orgasm rips through your body. Gojo fucks into your wet, cum-soaked pussy until he feels his own nut coming and he desperately fucks you to chase his high. “Cumming!” he babbles. “‘M cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!”

And when he fills you up, it’s explosive. It’s deep. It’s intense. It fills every part of you, filling you with warmth and the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. You weakly moan as you feel his cum fill your tummy, no doubt reaching your womb. He stills for a moment, plugging his cum inside you, before slowly and sloppily rocking his hips into you to fuck his cum deep into your pussy.

When he is finally sure that you’re good and bred, he puts his hands on his narrow hips and whistles tiredly. “Shit,” he sighs. “I really needed that.” You moan in agreement. He then pulls out of you slowly, causing you to whimper quietly as your aching pussy is no longer filled.

He stares at it between your thighs, humming appetizingly. “Mmm, now that’s a sight: a pretty, fucked pussy drippin’ with my cum. Don’t mind if I do.”

Then his mouth is between your thighs again, lapping gently at his and your cum mingled together all over your pussy and inner thighs. You arch your back for him, moaning softly at his soft, careful tongue strokes.

When he finishes, you turn to him, finding his semi-hard cock dripping with your mingled fluids. “You still got some left here, Daddy,” you coo before moving to lap up the cum you left behind on his cock. He allows it, his hand in your hair while he sighs about how good you are.

Once you are cleaned up and all is said and done, the two of you finally lay side by side in your bed, together again at last. You curl into his chest, leaning your head against his heart and wrapping your arms around him. He welcomes it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead ��Welcome home, baby,” you whisper as you look up at him. “Now you gonna tell me how you got out?”

He looks down at you, almost as if he forgot he was supposed to answer a bunch of your very important questions. “Oh, Itadori did that,” he explains like he’s telling you the weather. “He’s a smart kid, y’know. Say, you up for some sushi? I’m cravin’ some fish right now.”

All you can do is laugh and kiss your man before getting the takeout menu that you keep in the nightstand next to the bed. All the important questions can wait.

For now, all you want and need is him.

THE END.

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Doing this to gojo

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warning: edging(kinda) nsfw, nicknames like pa,daddy,ma/mami (NOT PROOF READ ND REALLY SHORT)

Gojo satoru x black! Reader

“who came ta make sweet love~? Not me~” you had sung quietly laying on gojo’s lap while he played COD, you continued humming the rest of the song but then you scrolled on you’re instagram (on that iPad you begged gojo for) to see sum nails, they weren’t specifically cute but it made you want to get your nails done. “Pa!” You had said excitedly, but he had ignored you. But you was ganna get what you wanted whether he liked it or not. “Toruuuu” you dragged the last letter of his name, “what ma.” He said eyes glued to the screen smashing buttons on his ps5 controller, “can I get my nails doneee~?” “Y’Ya asking me?” Like he didn’t know you wanted him to pay obviously! “becauseee I need you t’pay for ittt!” He ain’t respond “pleaseeee daddy~? Pretty pretty pretty pleaseee??” You kept going till you heard an annoyed sigh which meant yes. “Go get my wallet off the counter over there” he said eyes still glued to the screen. After you gave him the wallet you basically sprinted though the apartment to the bedroom.

You went to your walk in closet and started to get dressed, you wore this when you came back to the leaving room he had his card out on the coffee table signaling to grab it. “I had already got you a Uber it’s finna be outside.” “Thank you baby!” You said almost sprinting out the house till he stopped you, “ain’t you forgetting sum?” you walked back and gave him a kiss “that’s what I thought. bye I love you” “love you too!”

You came home with these nails with gojo’s initials on them, “baby I’m home!” You shouted because he wasn’t in the living room anymore, you took off your shoes and walked towards the bedroom seeing him on his phone while the tv plays “Madea's Family Reunion” as he smirked at the little jokes n stuff made on the show you hoped on the bed “wanna see my nails??” “Mhm” he said putting his phone down for a little to take a quick look at your nails barely taking in the details. “Cute” he looked back at his phone, you smacked your lips, “you ain’t even look at ‘em!” You sat against the back board, then you remembered a TikTok trend you had seen! So you decided to try it. You pulled your phone out your purse then dropped the purse on the ground, you unlocked your phone going to TikTok and found to sound. “Baby I need you to stay very still f’me okay?” “Why?” “Just do it!”

You placed your hand on his crotch and started recording while grinding your hand on his shaft, he shifted his head toward putting his phone down trying his best not to move or show any typa weakness, “fuck you doing?” He said with his teeth together, “shhh! I’m recording!” This continued for a good 15 seconds this 15 seconds he noticed how cute your nails really were he also noticed the boner on his pants. You stopped recording and drafted the video. Then you put your phone on charge about to get up then he gripped your Arm and stopped you. “Y’think you can pull shit like that and get away with it?”

“Nghh~! Ohhhh~! F-fuckkkk toruuu!” “Yeaaaa just like that mama~” he had your legs over his shoulders your anklet with his name on it jangling in his ear, “fuckkkk mama give it t’me~” “torruuuu~~!” He pulled out and flipped you over arching your back, bullying his cock in your fat cunt smacking your ass making your brown skin turn a little pink “Yeahhh~ fuck me back ma- shittt!” He yelled feeling his orgasm come close “daddyyyy I’m finna cummm~!” You said with a shaky tone eyes slowly closing and opening “cum f’me baby” your eyes rolled back after y’all both hit that orgasm at the same time.

After fucking for another 1 and a half you were snuggled up to his tated chest drifting to sleep, while he was scrolling through instagram and Pinterest for you some new nail ideas.

Should I do a pt.2?

anywayssss ik its short as I said I really can’t type for dat long cuz my computer broke f’now but I’m telling uu once it fixed ima be boomin!

Bye lovelysss!!

#gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #satoru gojo x black!reader #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut

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romiantic · 8 months

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DATING SATORU GOJO

text messages between you and your boyfriend second child satoru gojo <3

→ READING: gn!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + satoru is a literal man child and a questionable parent

→ A/N: literally got the urge at 2 am to make a smau post. ofc imma do my baby gojo <3

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @stqrriichiigo @jackibrown @mypimpademia — if you would like to be added to the taglist, fill out the form on my masterlist or let me know in my inbox !

⭑ this is becoming a series I hope y’all know this ;p

⭑ as much as I love gojo, I know stfu will fly out my mouth every three minutes being with this mf 😒

⭑ if y’all wanna see this with another character, lemme know !

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

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stnexus · 8 months

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Just Before Bed

dom!geto suguru x blk!fem!sub!reader x kinda dom!gojo satoru

18+, R RATED, MINORS DNI

description: no panties at a party? well that’s just unacceptable.

warnings: (y/n) is tipsy here + geto high though all parties are consenting adults, unprotected sex, indicates that there is a safe word if needed (not used every thing is fine and fun), established relationship, geto’s a little mean + kinda a cuck(?) lmao, f + m overstim, squirting, creampie(s), double penetration, dacryphillia, everyone be safe please make sure you are fully grasping my warnings!

names used (?): baby, baby doll, princess, pretty girl, brat, pretty, pretty boy, good girl

word count: 3.1k+

The silver wind chimes on the front porch clanked together as it let out a ring of a beautiful melody. Cold air swirled about, causing the rustle of fallen leaves along the ground. As a car pulled into the drive way all that could be heard was the banging of car doors slamming shut as you and your lovers got out. Causing the chilled gusts of wind to meet your bare arms — damned tube dress.

“tss, satoru baby i’m cold,” you complained as you hugged onto the partner closets to you. almost losing your footing with how intoxicated you were. sloppy drink wouldn’t be used to describe your state — but you definitely had a nice buzz flowing throughout your body. every thought felt fuzzy around the edges, like you could just let yourself float away.

“com’ere, baby doll,” gojo calls out, wrapping his arms around you as he led you both behind geto. your arms wrapped around his white button up cladded torso. the keys jingling about in geto's hand matched the wind chimes song as your second lover made his way to the front door. sifting through the keys on his keychain.

“suguruuu, why’re ya so quiet?” you spoke up with laughter in your tone, one of you fingers playing with a belt loop on gojo's black slacks. your pink acrylics dragging against his clothed hips.

“you know how he gets when he’s high, all quiet and brooding,” gojo laughed, pulling you closer.

“you two have been giggling the whole way home. and despite gojo being sober,” geto chided, “you’re both sharing the same brain cell at the moment…now get in before you get sick.”

at your boyfriend’s declaration as he ushered you both inside, you and gojo’s laughs grew even more. walking through the front door of your home in a fit of laughter as the warm atmosphere enveloped you all. kicking your heels off, you watched as the two men removed their dress shoes, black socks meeting the wooden floor of the threshold.

“suguru…” before the words could even form in your drunken mind, geto had picked you up bridal style. the bottom of your black colored floor length dress swaying around your manicured toes at the action. wrapping your arms around his neck you planted a kiss on his cheek, which was still cold from the time spent outside. your head was brought down to rest on his shoulder - meeting the black button up shirt he had worn. it wasn’t long before you were upstairs — gojo close behind after he grabbed three cups of water from the kitchen.

dropping you softly onto the edge of the bed, geto began to grab at the black tie around his neck — slowly loosening the knot. gojo sat the cups down with a sigh. when nanami said he would be hosting a party you all thought it was some kind of joke. nanami? having fun? turns out it was some corporate affair, nothing but office workers swarmed the building. but you all still managed to enjoy your self, nanami never shied away from offering alcohol. which you did partake in, unlike gojo or geto. though, somehow someway geto had slipped out during the night. telling you and gojo he'd just be a minute, only to return high.

“come on baby, take your dress off,” gojo stated grabbing at the top of your tube dress as you giggled.

“say please first ‘toru,” a smirk played at his lips you responded. but he held back a retort as he slipped his fingers between the top of the dress and your body, beginning to pull it down your chest until—

“you didn’t wear a bra..? well, kinda understandable with the dress. but, hell…no panties either,” gojo looked baffled as you giggled. you drunken brain fully fucking you over, because if you had been sober you wouldn’t have missed the glare geto had thrown at gojo's discovery. letting gojo pull the dress off of you completely a gasp left your lips as you felt his hand ghost over the top of your thighs as he came up to plant a kiss on your glossy lips.

“such a bad girl,” gojo scolded, “such a pretty body though, don’t you think so suguru?”

“as always,” geto replied as he took off his silver cufflinks, "but why don’t you do me a favor ‘toru?”

“hm?”

“eat our pretty girl out,” Geto stated, “i like seeing her all sensitive and whiny after she drinks. and the way she's looking at you i think she'd like that.”

looking down at your low hooded eyes and quiet demeanor. you had stopped the giggling from earlier. taking in your lover that stood before your completely naked form.

“whaddya say, ‘s that what you want princess?” gojo questioned with a small smile, moving to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“mhm,” you nodded and hummed in compliance, tone low, "please, satoru...that's what i want."

it wasn’t long before gojo had rid himself of his clothes, much like geto who moved about in the room in just his black briefs. pulling his long black hair into a messy low bun. cleaning things up, as if gojo wasn’t buried between your legs, eye level with your cunt as he laid soft and loving kisses on your special little button. his hands pushed your brown thighs in opposite directions, spreading you open for him to get better access. gojo planted one more kiss on your clit, watching as your arousal leaked from your hole as he pulled away.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been horny since you all had been getting ready for the party. taking in your two boyfriends as they got dressed. smelling the cologne they'd covered themselves with made the ache between your legs even worse. even the way they conversed at the party, teeth sparkling as they threw charming smiles. and the way geto looks when high was the icing on the cake. it was like heaven and your worst nightmare at the same time, knowing you couldn't touch them. which made your predicament now even more annoying.

“stop teasing, gojo—” your whiny bratty remark was cut short as you felt his tongue make contact with your pussy. pushing through your puffy lips to lick a long stripe. his blue eyes had snapped to your face, watching it contorting slightly as you were taken off guard. as small moan had caused you to go quiet for just a second.

“oh she went quiet for a second there, satoru,” geto laughed as he continued to trail around the room picking up everyones discarded clothes. “but truly stop teasing. go ahead and make her a whiny mess, baby.”

at the command of geto again you could feel all fight from gojo drop as he pressed his face between your thighs once more. removing one hand from one of your brown thighs in order to use his fingers to spread your puffy lips open. everything else that followed was rid of the kind and gentle kisses he’d shown you before.

it was only a matter of minutes before you felt a mixture of your wetness and gojo’s spit completely flooding your cunt. dripping onto the bed. there was no use of shying away with the way he had you spread open, lips wrapped around your pretty little bud as he sucked at it and licked away. nothing but obscene slurping sounds and your whiny moans could be heard around the room as geto sat on the bed, observing his two lovers from afar.

geto was right earlier, drinking does make you sensitive and whiny. it was a cute sight to him.

“‘toru, you feel so good,” you moaned out, pink acrylic nails coming up to grab at his white hair. his eyes closed as your fingers grazed over his scalp, groaning into your pussy. your hips jolting at the action.

“yeah baby? you want more?”

“yeaa', ‘toru. please gimme more,”

“suguru…you aren’t going to play with her too…?” gojo mumbles into your cunt as he looked over at geto at the head of the bed. watching from the corner of his eye as you slightly twitched from the vibrations.

“not quite yet. but keep going,” geto spoke low lidded from the opposite side of the bed. it was now easier to see that some hair framed his face and had not been pulled into his messy bun.

“suguru please, join us— ahh, fuuck—” your pleading was interrupted as you felt two of gojo’s finger sink into your cunt, his mouth attacking your clit once more. it felt like he was trying to pull an orgasm out of you the way his fingers curled. grazing that special spot inside of you from time to time.

it wasn’t until you both locked eyes that gojo took a harsh suck at your clit, maneuvering his fingers to repeatedly hit at that sensitive little spot. you could feel your stomach tightening as your head turned to the side. your eyes meeting with geto’s darkened ones. it was like no matter where you turned someone was watching.

“our pretty girl’s going to cum,” geto somewhat chuckled,“come on (Y/N), show us how pretty you look when you cum.”

your mouth fell open into a moan as you felt your orgasm getting pulled from you. cunt pulsing and clenching around gojo’s digits and against his tongue as a pretty ring of white continued to decorate the base of his fingers.

“keep going.” fell from geto’s lips as your brows furrowed. the alcohol from earlier still had you unaware to his demeanor. “no underwear? at a public event? you must’ve lost your mind pretty girl.”

“i wanna to see her cry tonight satoru. what do you think?”

“i agree geto. i mean, she must’ve been waiting to get home. this pretty pussy was flooded before i even touched her earlier.”

“well let’s give her everything and then more…” geto replied. his hands coming up to play at your hardened nipples. a whine of wait i’m sorry, left your lips as you realized the compromising position they were putting you in as geto joined gojo on his knes at the foot of the the bed. throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, the other over gojo’s.

“shhh, no apologies, you’re not sorry yet,” geto taunted as both him and gojo licked a line up your already pleased cunt. tongues meeting as they reached your attentive clit.

and that's how it continued, they toyed with you for the next hour almost. it became apparent that you weren't going anywhere as they gripped at your thighs, with two of geto's fingers buried to the base in your pussy. you'd lost count at how many times you had released in their tongues, creaming along geto's fingers. surely dripping into his palm as his fingers moved in and out. but it was clear that geto hadn’t lost count.

“three times, four if you count when you made her cum gojo. look at her…” as they continued to prolong your fourth orgasm the two men took in your appearance. your silk pressed hair beginning to curl around your edges, chest heaving, eyes glossed over and hands tangled in the sheets below you. careless moans fell from your lips as your sensitive clit throbbed and begged for mercy under their unrelenting tongues.

“y’ gonna fuck her for me pretty boy?” geto mumbled out between their tongues meeting at your clit. gojo replied with a simple deep mhmm and a head nod which was probably the worst thing to do with your drooling pussy right in his face, because the cry you let out signified you’d just come again. as they let up they both placed gentle and feather light kisses to your sensitive cunt. taking in your blissed out face as they stood, gojo pulled you to meet his hips .

it was like they were trying to humiliate you. gojo pulled you into a mating press as he pulled off his boxers. his heavy cock smacking against your cunt as it was freed from the boxers. the usually light brown tip swollen and red, and shaft appearing as thick as ever — veins decorating it beautifully.

“‘toruuu…go slow pleasepleaseplease,” you whined out as the sensitive state your pussy was in. and he listened, sinking in inch by inch as slowly as he was able to, groaning out an oh fuuck, when he hit the hilt. balls brush against your ass as his hands held the back of your thighs.

“geto our girl feels sooo fucking good,” gojo addressed your shared boyfriend who sat in the love seat that decorated the corner of your shared bedroom. his boxers off and cock in hand receiving slow, tight, lazy strokes.

“i bet she does, and stop being so easy on her, she’s receiving a punishment remember? i don’t care how much she begs, she knows the safe word. fuck her stupid,” geto groans gritting out his last words, watching as gojo moved his hips at a slow pace. your mouth went slack at his orders feeling gojo’s hips pick up the pace as you locked eyes with geto, a fucked out sounding i fucking h-hate youuu leaving your lips in a whine.

“yeah yeah, nothing i haven’t heard before brat,” he smirked slyly. his fist still moving up and down his shaft, the loose hairs framing his face swaying gently, “you’ll love me later.”

gojo’s hips crashed into the back of your thighs, lower abdomen bumping into your clit with every thrust. you only choked out obscenities and his name falling from your lips as your head lay on the bed.

“can I pull your hair baby…?” gojo huffed out, knowing you’d be pissed you were sweating it out already, but he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. but you sent a dazed out nod his way. placing his hand atop your head, gojo gripped at your hair, pulling your head up to make you watch where you two were connected.

“fuckfuck, oh my— fuuuck,”

watching how gojo’s cock reached inside your walls fully solidified everything that was going on. a sheen of your previous orgasms and current arousal coated his shaft. a pretty ring of cream sliding along his base, leaving a stringy mess at every attempt of him pulling away. your cunt seemed to wanted to pull him back in after every draw back of his hips.

“yeah baby, look at how good that pussy is. she’s practically crying for me. if i move just a bit i could hit….” gojo paused for just a moment, changing the angle of his hips. “that spot, there you go pretty girl.”

a dreadfully teary eyed cry fell from your lips as gojo began his assault on your sweet spot cooing at your reaction. your mind so fuzzy you begin to forget geto was pumping away at his cock in the same room until he let out a moan. still looking at the way gojo fucked you out the way he hit your spot continuously was earth crushing, it didn’t take long for your to babble out a deceleration of your orgasm reaching you. your stomach tightening and releasing at its own will. but gojo’s hips didn’t slow.

“s-suguruuu make him slow d-down, ’m too sensitive,” you begin to babble even more even though the grasp gojo had on your hair hindered you from seeing geto. “ ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry i didn’t were panties to the party. ‘won’t happen again, i-i’m fuu—uck ‘m sorry.”

a darkened laugh feel from geto’s lips, and your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at his next words.

“she’s real sensitive now gojo, make her squirt while she’s babbling on...”

your hands went to reach out at gojo’s abdomen, pushing at it until he slapped your hand away. pink acrylic decorated fingernails tossed aside. only for his palm to slide across your lower stomach softly, then came an immense amount of pressure as he pressed down right where his cock hit.

“satoru f-fuck you, y-you asshole,” you swore at him between moans in embarrassment. your lips forming into what he deemed to be a beautiful pout.

“shut up and take it.” he bit back, watching as a tears fell from your eyes.

“i feel like i’m g-gonna pee…”

“let it out princess, you know what we want…” geto coaxed from the corner of the room.

the room around you became a muffled mess as you began to drown out any outside noise. you were sure you were floating the way you felt your release leave your body. it wasn’t until you came to that you realized you had had begun crying as you sprayed your orgasm all over gojo’s chest, squirting like your life depended on it. you felt him bury himself deep, releasing into your soaked cunt.

“fuck pretty girl, let up,” gojo groaned out at how you tightened around him.

“gojo get her on her stomach, lay under her,” geto called out as got up from the chair. it wasn’t long before gojo flipped you two over into position, sliding his hardening length into your messy cunt once more. it wasn’t until you felt geto trying to fit himself in with gojo that you reacted with a moan. hand reach back to push at his abdomen.

“you won’t fit, baby,” you whined.

“i will, don’t worry…we’ll make it fit.” geto planted a kiss on the side of your mouth pushing the hand that tried to move him against your lower back, your face against gojo’s flushed chest.

and geto lived up to his promise, pushing into you and rubbing against gojo.

“oh fuck, suguru” gojo choked out, realizing he was still sensitive from cumming previously. their thrusts were matched as they rubbed against each other in your cunt. filling you up to the brim as geto arm wrapped around your torso, between yourself and gojo, to rub and toy with your extremely sensitive clit. the room felt hot. every breath felt forced and useless as they abused your sensitive spots. tears and incomplete babbling falling repeatedly.

“i love youu, fuuck iloveyoutwo” you managed to get out as you cried. tears sliding against gojos chest as you neared your release.

“we know baby, cum one more time for us, show us how much you love us,” geto sounds like he was almost pleading. his harden demeanor shedding away, “just one more time, good girl…”

and your body listened. you’d squirted again, feeling your breath hitch as you did so. the room felt like it was spinning as your eyes fell shut, sleep taking you over as gojo and geto pulled out. a mixture of cum leaking from your used cunt.

“did she pass out?” gojo chuckled. pushing your now curled hair back from your face in observation. hand caressing your cheek.

“she did,” geto joined him in laughing as he leaned over to press a kiss onto his lips, "but lets stop laughing, if we wake her up she's going to use whatever energy she can to kill us."

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dumbdemonslayertexts · 3 months

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POV: you're gojo's black gf, and he's finding out you're scary the first time you sleep over when he ends up popped in his face after you stir awake in the middle of the night. (bc infinity is always off with his baby)

Gojo: 💎👄💎

You: ....?? ‼️‼️ WHAT THE F- (👊🏽👊🏾👊🏿💥)

Gojo: GRHRNFF! AAH ! baby, what the shit!

You: NIGGA ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND?! WHO ARE YOU STARING AT!!?

Gojo: (prolly cracking up by how) WH?! you were cute and asleep! what, can i not look at you now?! Damn!

You: NO, NIGGA! YOU LOOK CRAZY!

Gojo: (still dying laughing) ma, my nose is bleeding ! you cracked me straight in the damn face, like-!

You: then quit looking like a motherfuckin demon, goodnight !

Gojo: (going to the bathroom for a rag) yeah, okay. I made you cum 5 times tonight remember that-!

You: don't nobody give a damn ! ...looking like one of them bubblegum eyeball spongebob popsicles, boy if you don't take your ass on..!

Gojo: pfftFTFTT- looking like WHAT?!

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 2 months

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Dating Both Boys (NSFW Alphabet)

A = Aftercare: The boys are very aware they both leave your whole body soiled and brain fucked so stupid that it's only fair to run you a nice warm bubble bath, help wash away their cum and soothe your sore overworked limbs. Sometimes you put the pussy on em so good that Satoru falls into a dreamlesss slumber soon as he nuts, snorin in your ear with his softening length still lodged deep inside you. But Suguru ain't the one. Holds his nose till he gasps dramatically, ice blue eyes shootin open. "Wake up idiot. Go get the bath ready for her."

B = Body Part (fave): "Mouth!" Suguru's cheeks heat when his answer spills from his lips before you can get the question out. "Sorry. Just really love kissin you." "Aw, how sweet Sugu!" "And.. Seein your plump lips all glossed up, slidin up and down my dick.. Shit really does somethin to me.." "Sugu! Tsk. Can tell Toru's been a bad influence on you." Now Satoru comes up with a different response everytime, filthy ass gropin wherever he can reach each time you bring the topic up to get a direct answer. "Baby, how can I choose? You're so fuckin perfect. There's no part of you that can't make me nut till I drop." You shake your head at the horny fuck. "Maybe I should ask your dick instead since you only think with him, fuckin THOT." "Touchè, baby. Touchè.."

C = Cum: Since your white haired sorcerer is nothin short of an absolute terrorizing menace, he finds satisfaction in blanketing your face with his cum whenever you allow it. Will really jerk his cock off all in your grill and cum a second time if he doesn't deem the first load big enough. "Hmm.. Think that's enough. Can barely open your eyes now, pretty mama. Let's go show Sugu!" For Suguru it's a tie between stuffin your throat or cunt. Loves when you stick your tongue out to show him the mess before swallowin your reward. Sometimes he's nice enough to let you decide. "Tell me ma, should I feed this mouth up here? Or do your pretty brown lips below wanna taste this nut?"

D = Dirty Secret: You stumble upon the skeleton in their closet one bright sunny afternoon comin home from class. You'd stayed later to have a word with Yaga, declining the boys offer to wait up. You're just not expectin to catch a savage Satoru brutally mounting Suguru doggystyle inna way that makes you 100% sure this ain't the first time. You stare wide eyed through the cracked bedroom door, hand clamped over your mouth, thighs pressing together as your pussy flutters to the sight. Both men on the bed facin you, gruntin and growlin like hungry predators. Satoru feels your presence but pretends otherwise. Disgusting filth drippin from his lips as he speeds the pace, smackin Suguru's flesh and yankin on his dark locks so hard that he cries out like a whore. You watch intently, stunned but so fuckin turned on. Sure they've touched each other in front of you, handjobs and such, but it had always seemed like they only engaged cause it turned you into a supersoaker. You ain't never seen no orgasmic shit like this. Gotta slide your fingers into your panties for some well needed relief, mentally smackin yourself when a small moan slips out. "Well, well, well.. Looks like we got an audience Sugu." Satoru finally acknowledges you, not bothering to slow his hips as he tugs Suguru from the pillows by his tangled hair. His dark eyes meet yours, tinted cheeks flushin an even brighter red as shame fills his core. It was an interesting fuckin evening for sure.

E = Experience: Satoru of course was a man whore before he convinced you to give him a shot. You assume he'll be quite versed in the art of all things sexual and for the most part, he is. Skilled and so quick to get excited when he sees how good you're feelin. But sometimes you need to readjust his fingers or hips to the correct angle, remind him not to rush cause none of you aren't goin anywhere. "There, Toruuu.. Right there but not so fast. Got all night- right Sugu?" As far as your other boyfriend was concerned, you hit the fuckin jackpot cause he was a virgin when you guys started dating. It really is a holy experience to be able to corrupt thee Suguru Geto. Though you feel bad when Satoru teases him on you bein the only pussy he's ever gotten. "Shut up Toru. Or I'll tie you up, not let you cum while you watch me drain Sugu's fat balls." Satoru smacks his lips and the back of Suguru's head in irritation. "See woman? You be choosin.."

F = Favorite Position: Satoru's breath catches in his throat, a glowing brightness fraying the edges of his vision the first time he gets you on all fours, baring witness to that almost back breakin arch. You're a godess to him, especially in this position- perfect round ass jiggling widly, smackin his pelvis in thundering claps. Sticky strings of your shared arousal connecting you both every time he pulls his hips back. Don't get him started on your reactions. Your feral as shit in this position. "Fuck, could you be any louder? Hm? No really baby, can you? Let's test it out." Suguru doesn't agree with Satoru on much but your ass is definitely just as hypnotizing to him. Though he prefers you in reverse cowgirl, smackin both hands down your dimpled cheeks till they burn more than your strained thighs. Even spreads them, smilin when you get all shy and flabbergasted as he stares longingly at your winking holes. Doesn't ever forget to make sure a mirrors nearby so he doesn't miss your tits matchin the rythym of your voluptuous hips. "Good God, y/nnn.. Killin me baby- oh fuck! Bouta cum!" "Nooo, only b-been a few minutes Suguuu!"

G = Goofy: The three of you've been together so long, bond so deeply rooted, they absolutely feel free to be carelessly humorous with you. Even in vulnerable moments. Satoru especially, lovin to put his mean dom twist on it. Mocks your strangled pleas and breathless cries of his name as he grins and wreaks havoc on your clit. Suguru is more reserved when he's inside you. Mostly waits for you to initiate; usually a dirty joke bout how big he is. He offers a huffed chuckle and a quick quip as he takes you apart piece by piece. "All the better to fuck you with my dear."

H = Hair: The carpet absolutely matches the drapes on these gorgeous hunk of men. Does it really surprise a soul that Suguru keeps his shit as neat as the hair on his head? Both men trim, though Satoru may forget and need a reminder. Bonus: Your fresh out the bath, towel wrapped round your curvy body snugly, sittin on the edge of the tub. Your lookin for an escape route as Suguru stands by the sink pleading with you. "Please y/n? All you gotta do is lay back and spread for us." "Ew. Why Sugu? So freakin gross!" You whine back. "No it's not. Perfectly normal thing for couples to do. Right, Toru?" You both look to a chill Satoru leaned against the bathroom doorway. "Course it is. But even if it weren't, that wouldn't stop us sweetheart. You should know that by now." "But I always shave myself down there. Why do you want to?" "Cause it'll bring us closer baby, you'll see." You look at Satoru again but he shrugs, giftin you a dazzling smile. "Fine." You grumble. "Great! Toru go get the bowl of water and razor in the kitchen, you know where." "On it!" He whizzes from the room as you instantly realize this was prearranged. "Fuckin freaky plotters!"

I = I Love You: Even though Satoru's shallow ass confessed during sex, he meant it with all his heart. But neither you or Suguru had said it yet and rejection was an experience he wasn't fond of. Regardless, it slips one day when he's got you missionary. Fingers linked as he sensually makes love to you, nut just over the horizon. You're so needy, beggin him to tell you how good you're makin him feel; to tell you how much he needs you. "Oh fuck yes you're a good girl. No one can take me better baby. Mmm.. Please don't ever take my pussy away.. Ahhh- so good sweetheart! Love it so much. Looove this pussy.. Shiiit cummin, y/n! Love you so much, babygirl!" With Suguru it comes when you offer the perfect solution to the issue of the curses he swallows tastin like shit onna stick, although it takes a considerable amout of your cursed energy and temporarily weakens you severely. "Can't believe you did this for me. Thank you, princess. So so fuckin much. I appre- no y/n. I love you. Love you forever and a day, babe."

J = Jerking Off: It's all Suguru knew at one point so now that he's sampled sex with you, he's grown a serious disliking to makin himself cum. But he doesn't like to impose on you. You're a busy woman, as well as you put in a lot of time and energy into keepin both your men happy in any way you can. So when he gets an inkling that you need a break, he'll head to the bathroom to handle business. Makes sure to bring his cell, full of sexy pics and vids of his lovers. Satoru is a bit more selfish. Realistically, the man probably only jerks off alone 7-8 times a year. Makes sure that either of his partners lend a helping hand whenever he gets too pent up. Other than that if his hands on his dick it's aim or tease.

K = Kink: Suguru's into a lil role play, spit kink, edging, a smidge of voyeurism and a whole lotta breeding. Might actually die of embarrasment if you ever found out about the latter. Told Satoru they'd battle to the death if he ever snitched. Wants 10 babies that look just like his lovers. You're both so beautiful, can you blame him? And Satoru has too many kinks to count, we'd be here all day tryin to list em all. But some of his faves include light BDSM, Daddy kink sprinkled with some puppy play, and of course some somno. He wasn't sure how to introduce the last one into the fold though. How was he ever supposed to tell his princess, or even Suguru for that matter, that he drools daily fantasizing about slidin into your unconscious body. Wants to see if he can fuck that perfect pussy to an orgasm while you sleep, needs you to lay there all warm and pliant, oblivious to him usin you like a pocket pussy.

L = Location: Satoru is a connoisseur of public relations. Literally any fuckin where. The amount of joy he finds from you pullin out all the stops in effort to hold in your pitchy moans is fuckin sickening. From him feastin on your pulsing clit in the car in the movie theater parking lot to fingerin you in a booth at your fave restaurant. It's all the more worse when he taunts you with his soft pink mouth, kissin up and down your neck tenderly as you try to hide the way your eyes cross behind your menu. But Suguru beats Satoru in depravity this time. It's a whole new level of sick how much he delighted in fuckin you in your childhood bed when you take them to meet your parents. You thank God they ran to the store to grab a few items to for dinner. Satoru begrudgingly plays watch-out by the front door as Suguru fucked you so hard he splintered the headboard against the wall. He's been absolutely infatuated with doin it again since.

M = Motivation: It doesn't take much to get the boys ready for some action. You poke fun at them constantly bout how easy it is to make their dicks rise to the occasion. But they take it on the chin easily cause they know its 100% true. They'll never not be able to get hard for you at the drop of a dime, even after a couple rounds. Run your fingers through Suguru's black mane, nails scratching his scalp how he likes and now he's sittin in front of you, avoiding eye contact as he tries to hide the tent in his pants. "Not my fault Sugar- you know what that does to me!" It's even less work for Satoru, only havin to give him your signature bedroom eyes. He's immediately hard, trippin over his pants and underwear while he tries to take them off as he chases you to the bedroom. "Better come back- y/n! Bring my pussy back here, now!"

N = No: There just isn't many ways for you to gross your men out or turn them off. With that being said shit play and piss play isn't in the cards for you three. Like thanks, but no thanks! Well.. except that one time you told Satoru to stop as he bounced you on his dick, moaning out that you had to pee. He refused. Chalked it up to you gettin ready to squirt, like you were known to do from time to time. But Mr. Know It All was wrong and got wet the fuck up. His only response was to slam you down by your shoulders and creampie you with a loud pitiful whine. To this day he argues that you squirted. "Nice try. But not likely, sir." "Well.. Either way I'm fuckin." "You really are a fuckin freak, Toru."

O = Oral: Neither are stingy in the department. Both your boy's eyes light up like kids in a candy store when they get to eat you out. In part to satiate their own needs but also because of how much they know you enjoy it. Suguru waits with bated breath to hear yours catch when he holds your gaze and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. Cums untouched the way you shudder as he nurses your nub, thick thighs squeezin his ears tight as hell. And Satoru's equally obsessed with the taste of you. The times you allow him to tie you up though.. It's a roll if the dice if he's gonna overstim you or not. Usin his mouth is his fave way to overwhelm you, big hands tuggin you back onto his swollen lips when you attempt to run from his talented tongue.

P = Pace: It's just depends on the mood. Chiiile.. Both of em are waaay too versatile to stick with a singular speed. One of the reasons why your guys sex life's so great is because of how spontaneous they are- in every way. Satoru especially, peepin your reactions; waitin till your nice and relaxed, gradually stroking in before pullin out, angling just right and fuckin in quicker than speedy gonzales. Drools how your fat jiggles from his sudden jarring thrusts. "Aww. Poor lil cry baby.. What's that, honey? Faster? Heh. Anything for you baby." Similarly Suguru will tease you too. Or just plain out ask you what your in the mood for. "So how you wanna doin this thang, mama? Want me to play nice or not? ... Oh yeah? Better cancel your plans then girl. Finna tear it up.."

Q = Quickie: Suguru's much better at em than Satoru. Makes sure you not to wrinkle your clothes if there's not enough time to strip you. And always asks where you want him to cum so it's not an inconvenience. "Ahhh fuck.. It's comin honey- where you want it? ... Inside? Ohhh thank fuck, here it is sweet girl. Take that shit.." But Satoru loves to ravish you so he turns his nose up at quickies. That's not to say his pussy whipped ass isn't gonna fuck but he always rolls his eyes and huffs in exasperation when you tell him to hurry up or becareful of your hair. "Fuckin hell, woman.. Would you shush up and lemme do my job while you do yours? Just sit pretty and take this dick like a good girl."

R = Risk: Satoru's always game to experiment when it comes to doin shit to you. A bit more reserved concerning you wantin to do somethin he considers to be 'psychotic'. "Oh come on Toru. Don't be a scaredy cat!" He stiffens, chiseled chest pokin out as he lays up all spread out on the bed with you in between his legs. "It's just a finger! You know you've done a lot worse to Sugu." Satoru sputters at you, arms crossin across his chest indignantly. "Whatever. I'm not saying no, I said go slow." "Ok, ok.. yeesh.. Big baby." You say the latter under your breath with a smirk. "Heard that shit, woman!" Now Suguru's just as cautious. And that's probably a good thing since you guys tend to test each others limitations. "Y/n, you can't be serious! You realize you're just gonna give the egomaniacal bastard another power trip, right?" He fumes at a silent grinning Satoru. "Please baby, it's for me. Forget he's even there. Focus on me, handsome." You advise him sweetly, gently pushin him to his knees. Finally givin Satoru the opportunity to force his dick between Suguru's dark blush lips. He does as you say, holding your adoring gaze, large palms settling on Satoru's narrow hips. "Thats it, just like that Sugu. Doin so well, don't even need any help." Satoru pants and groans, holdin the sides of Suguru's head as he eases in and out of his warm wet mouth, mentally noting the lack of a gag reflex. "Fuuuuck, she ain't lyin babe. You're a fuckin natural."

S = Stamina: You can get your men to cum multiple times during a session, both bein able to shoot about 3-4 nuts before the overstimulation is damn near crippling. Though on the norm, since you already have two big strong men to take care of, they let you off the hook with an orgasm each. Can't blame a girl for being good at doin the do! But to set the record straight, they can fuck way longer than you can take. You usually max out your stamina by the end of round 2. But neither ever mind. They just scoop you up and carry your fatigued frame to the shared bathroom. "My poor tired woman. Had to use the safe word.. Did so good for us though, mama. That right, Toru?" A nude half hard Satoru trails behind, feelin a smidge of guilt at your half conscience state. "Fuck yeah. You did 'mazin tonight, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll take care of you now. ... And Sugu.. Maybe later.. You can finish takin care of me?" His tone pathetically hopeful. "For cryin out loud, horndog. Can we just get her cleaned up first? ... Then we'll, uh... We'll see what happens." The giddy bounce Satoru does in obvious anticipation as he runs your bath, lengthy cock now drippin and at full mass again, makes Suguru blush like a virgin.

T = Toys: Ofcourse y'all add a few toys to the mix every now and again. You prefer air pulsing vibrators instead of the extra intense devices that can be numbing. The boys love using em as foreplay, otherwise they're mainly for when you're alone. Satoru has a good size chest of shit- whips, nipple clamps, ball gags and even an unassembled sex swing. There's a bunch more and you haven't tried em all yet but can't wait. But you like to play and feign disinterest when he brings up his nasty lil box. They know better though. Suguru's not entirely experienced when it comes to this area but even he notices how much wetter you get when they use toys. And it's no problem when Satoru has to teach him how to use some of em on you cause he's a real quick learner. There's just somethin real naughty bout seein you cuffed to the spreader bar, sight never fails to get him impatient as hell. "Move Toru, needa fuck her first tonight." He breathes, rudely bumpin Satoru to the side with his shoulder. "Ok, ok. Geez, Sugu. Don't gott be a dick bout it. And try not to cum too quick this time." He chuckles at the blatant eagerness, but Suguru's not amused. "Quiet. Or I'll put you in the spreader and fuck you next." He's just talkin shit, already sinkin into your heat and forgetting bout Satoru's incessant taunting. So preoccupied with you that he misses the way Satoru's dick twitches as he gulps audibly, imagining Suguru's empty threat in his filthy mind.

U = Uncut: Satoru's circumcised with a lengthy cock. You often wonder if it's as long as his lanky body, how far it reaches inside, easily able to jam your poor gspot repeatedly if need be. He's got your throat trained real good without even tryin cause of how thick it is. But it just doesn't compare to the depth this man reaches inside you. He's got more veins than Suguru too. Your fave protrudes and twists round his base, beggin to be licked when he's fully hard. But Suguru's uncut, almost as extended as Satoru, though has a more girth to him. Takes him no time for his cock to rage red when he's been stiff for too long. Also spills alot more precum than Satoru. Loves when you pull the skin back and suck softly, effectively siphoning the clear fluid from his slit till he's nuttin a big fat load down your throat.

V = Volume: To this day you don't know why Suguru sometimes tries to bite his lips or fist to muffle the beautiful noises that slip out. His deep gruff grunts are so quiet, opting to tell you in words how good he feels or when he's bout to cum. It's something you work on, constantly reminding him there's no shame in voicing how good he feels. But when you put the pussy on him too good or he's too pent up, which is pretty often, he's less self conscious. Huffin and puffin against your moist mouth, lewd phrases tumbling from him nonstop. You're not even sure he knows what he's saying half the time. You're eventually inhaling his loud piteous moans into your mouth as he loses his mind in your lil puss. And of course we all know Satoru's a screamer. He never shuts the fuck anyway, so why would he do so in the bedroom? It's starts of with booming cries into your ear that eventually end up with wails of how good you feel echoing round the room. He's not doing it on purpose, but as soon as his mouth opens when he's in-between your thighs, you and your neighbors are definitely bout to hear an earful.

W = Wild Card: (Fucking to Music) It's something you initiated but Satoru was definitely wit it. Boys got more rythym in his hips than you and it should be fuckin illegal. You give him a list of your favorite love makin songs and he brings back a playlist, adding a few nasty songs of his own that got no business bein played anywhere but Functions. He's loves gettin you in missionary, rollin his hips into yours seductively as he matches the slow beat. An aroused sob rips from your chest out your mouth when he lessens the pace, singing the words quietly at your ear as he cages you to the bed. This is when Suguru's voyeurism kicks in, skin heatin up as lays in bed next to you guys; watchin your love making turn to frenzied fucking as the song changes, taking notes on how Satoru's tempo never strays from the flow of the music. Can't wait to show you what he can do next.

X = X-ray: Satoru likes to be ready for the pussy at drop of a dime so you're used to him goin commando most days but you are so not a fan.. Even when you tease him, tossin him a clean pair of Suguru's boxers and tellin him he's onna coochie restriction if he dont start wearin some damn drawers round here. "Fuck is that?" You scoff and put your hands on your shapely hips. "Means you aint gettin no pussy till you start wearin underwear, you lil hoe." He clutches his heart, feigning chest pains as you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "Don't play with me like that sweetheart. Guess you win.." You really don't though. The next time you yank down his bottoms, eyes wide before grippin your belly in hysterics at the fact that he's wearing a pair of your lacy panties. "Satoru!" You manage through your giggle fit but he only professes his innocence."What? I'm just doin what you told me to! Do I get the pussy now?" Suguru watches the reoccurring debacle in amusement, glad he has no issue with wearin his trusted snug black boxer briefs. You always make sure to give him extra big smooch when they're bout to leave the house, opting to ruffle Satoru's soft white hair instead as you try not grin at his pout. "What? Not my fault Sugu's a good boy that doesn't walk round in public slangin his dick print everywhere." Satoru huffs his disdain for Suguru's 'ass kissin', declaring him a teachers pet.

Y = Yearning: Between your two sex crazed men, their libido is very very high. It's to be expected since your guys attraction and chemistry has been on point since before you officially started dating. It really is like were made for one another. But if they're not specifically careful, they'll easily wear you out. It's unavoidable, you just turn them on too fuckin much. Suguru will even try to slake his desires by jerking off over your tired frame after they've fucked you into exhaustion. "Shit! 'S not enough, forgive me baby. Just need a lil more. Won't fuck you anymore, dont worry! Just need to feel you, my one and only girl." Rubs his cock all over your sweaty body cause his hand just doesn't compare to any part of your soft flawless mocha frame. Cums as he trace his dick across your stretch marks, moaning how pretty and perfect you are. "F-fuuuck.. So sorry, honey. Ahshit! Gonna let you rest, almost done. Just lemme- ohhh fuck, 'm cummin!" Satoru can't contain himself either, difference bein he doesn't even attempt to. Sometimes Suguru has to leave when he's still fuckin you, reminds Satoru that you might need a break soon on his way out but all he gets is a noncommitted hum. You try nudging at his abdomen, keening as he speeds his thrusts but Satoru only covers your mouth. Smile sinister as you scratch at his hand and push at his chest with wide eyes, muffled cries for Suguru goin unheard as your savior walks out the front door oblivious to your torture. Satoru fucks you even faster, fallin in love with your tight lil puss all over again. "Whose gonna save you now, y/n?"

Z = Zzz: Like previously mentioned, Satoru gets so drunk on your pussy it's written in the stars that he's driftin off soon as he nuts for the last time. Doesn't wanna squish his princess so will quickly turn you on your side or back, big dick still tucked deep inside as he drags you against his large warm body. "One sec.. Honey.. So tired, gonna.. get up inna.." Zzz. Suguru usually has to rectify the situation, pullin you from a whining Satoru or just plain smackin him. Loses all his patience if it's his turn to fuck. SLAP! "Ow! The fuck, Sugu?! What was that for?" He blinks rapidly, the nerve to actually be disoriented when he wasn't even supposed to be asleep! "Cause your in the way of my pussy, idiot. Don't pretend you ain't tackle me to the floor when it was your turn." Suguru replies, movin to smack him again. Now he of course he's just as tired as Satoru when he finishes. But only falls asleep right after if you decline aftercare. Snuggles up to the closest warm body and drifts into a peaceful slumber after a quick replay of the night's events in his weary mind.

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rynfiles · 6 months

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dad next door !

✎ᝰ — your brand-new apartment has brought you peace, calm, and freedom. but no one mentioned of a father of a two

★ — satoru gojo x gn!reader

★ — word count: 1.6k

★ — genre + warnings: fluff + dad!gojo, gojo is in his early twenties (21-23), gojo is a nervous mess, megumi and his smart antics, tsumiki is y/n’s number one fan

The space is small, yet livable. Your new apartment brings you this sense of freedom and independence from your loving, yet overbearing, parents. As much as you love them dearly, the thought of continuing to live under their roof was going to drive you mad. Which led to your brand new apartment, not the best but you made do with your stay.

As you continue to unpack your things, you hear noises coming from the other side of your living room wall. You ignored them by putting on your headphones and playing music as time passed.

Yet some hours passed, only three, and the noise continued. You moved closer to the wall to decipher what was creating such a loud noise. The only thing you could make out was a loud TV, yelling from multiple people you assume, and children. Your heart grew soft and sympathy grew in your heart for the assumed noise of children, since you know how children can be, especially at young ages when their emotions run rampant.

Though, as much as children softened your heart, the noise was becoming unbearable and you wanted your first day in your apartment to be perfect. You planned to be nice, introduce yourself, and ask your neighbor to possibly lower the noise coming from their apartment.

You paused your music and took off your headphones. You grabbed your phone and headed out the door, only making a few steps to your left until you reached the next apartment door.

You knocked gently, as you waited you heard the noise more clearly. You realized it was an adult and a child going back and forth while the TV was playing a children’s show. You heard some of the argument and giggled to yourself at some of the insults that were sent.

You continued to wait yet the door hadn’t opened nor had there been any indication that someone was going to open. You knocked again, a bit louder this time, and someone, you assumed was the adult, yelled that they were coming. Not long after, the door was opened and you were met with a man who had a staggering height, but that didn’t bother you.

The man had hair as white as the winter snow, which was decorated with those ball scrunchies and small heart clips that should be found on a small girl, not a grown (potentially over twenty) man. He wore a fitted tank top that had a dad joke on it and black shorts to accompany the outfit. His face in particular was graced with lashes that were thick and lay beautifully above his blue eyes. Also, his youthful face is currently covered in stickers galore, many of dinosaurs and flowers.

He greeted you with a smile, it brought youth to his face and gave sincerity, and apologies for taking so long to answer.

You reassured him that he was okay and also introduced yourself. You explained to him how you were his neighbor but also reported to him the noise from his apartment was bothering you. You tried not to come off as rude, since it is your first day.

He apologizes almost too quickly, mild stutters as he speaks, “Sorry sorry, my two- I mean these two kids have been hauling my ass since seven am.”

“I assumed it was younger children that were in there. Though, could you do me a favor and turn down the TV as well? The whole apartment doesn’t need to hear what you guys are watching.”

The man turns in the direction of the TV and lightly smacks his forehead, “Ah, that must’ve been Tsumiki with her runway model shows. I don’t know why but she always excuses that she has terrible hearing and always has the TV-”

“What about Tsumiki?” A young boy with spiked hair appears behind the man. The boy wears an expression that debates whether to tussle with the tall man or mind his business. With his presence now here, he chose the first option. Yet the stickers and hair clips placed on his hair and face don’t make him serious enough to take.

“Kid-”

The boy scrunched his face, showing a sign of annoyance to the man in front of him. “My name is Megumi, Meh-gu-mi. Don’t try to be all “mister cool” cause you think our new neighbor is hot.”

The man’s jaw dropped and all you could giggle at the compliment that was given. You spot his cheeks beaming with a light shade of red but disregard it as the man clears his throat. “Megumi, do me a favor and stay out of adult spaces.”

The boy sucked his teeth, “You were literally a child not many years ago, in dog years if you count.” The boy mumbled the last part but it was loud enough for the older man to hear.

The two males continue to go back and forth until a small girl approaches next to the small boy. From the height alone she could be the eldest of the two children, and her face was also decorated with stickers. It was cute to see the tall male and the two children behind him covered in all kinds of stickers on their face and their hair styled in hair clips.

The girl comes over to see what all the commotion is. But instead, she turns to you and immediately starts complimenting you, she smiles with such fondness to your beauty. She starts to compliment your hair, even if it is simple for the busy day, your outfit, and how you look so perfect. She believes so deeply that you came out of a magazine and all you could do was thank her and smile back. The girl just seemed all admired about you, even if she only met you about two minutes ago.

She turns to the older male to ask, “Can they join us for dinner papa Gojo?”

The boy scoffs at the question, “Don’t give him any ideas, he might scare the new neighbor away.” The blushing from earlier returns and the older man, named Gojo (?), seems to be slightly offended at the boy's remark.

The girl ignores the boy and pleads with Gojo, you continue to watch the two children and the man banter with one another. The interaction seemed to look serious from an outsider’s perspective, but up close, it was adorable watching them interact. Even if the boy seemed very annoyed with the entire situation, the girl poked his cheeks and played with his hair to uplift his mood, while the man told the two children to turn down the TV and check on the food cooking.

Gojo brings his attention back to you and smiles nervously, he laughs nervously as well. He brings his hand to comb through the back of his hair, “Sorry about them, they’re not usually this noisy on a Friday afternoon. Especially Megumi, he’s usually playing with his figures with Tsumiki, never this intrusive.”

“Don’t worry, I have younger siblings and we bicker quite a lot, so I get it. But I will admit that you guys are an adorable little family.”

The man blushes quickly but tries to hide it quickly, “Ah, thank you.” He grows nervous and lets the air become this sense of nervousness. He will admit, he wouldn’t have thought to have a neighbor as stunning as you and comfortable around his children. Then again, his two children take too much of his time to even pay attention to the people in his environment.

He clears his throat, “Umm, you don’t have to join but Tsumiki, the little girl, is gonna keep asking about dinner and I’m already in trouble with her. If you don’t mind, you don’t have to, but you can join us for dinner if you’re not too busy.” The blushing on his cheeks stayed yet you notice his ears turning into a light hue of pink as well, nervousness is ruining this man.

You think for a little while, letting the man watch you think and his face shows more and more signs of nervousness. You answer with a nod and a small smile, “I don’t mind at all. It would be nice to learn some faces in this town.”

Gojo seems more than happy to hear your acceptance, “We’d love to welcome you, Tsumiki loves making new friends and Megumi could get a friend or two. Geez this kid.”

You gave a small laugh and thanked him, you turned to make your exit until Gojo stopped you. “Oh umm, by-by the way, I didn’t get to properly introduce myself. I’m Gojo, umm Satoru Gojo. I’m right next door, literally, if you need anything.”

“Oh thanks, it was nice talking to you Satoru, and your two kids I assume, Megumi and Tsumiki?” The way you said his first name had Gojo going from a blushing mess to a flustered, stuttering mess. He feels heat rising in his cheeks and ears, embarrassment adds in as thinks that he shouldn’t be this nervous around his new neighbor.

“Yeah, that’s their name.” He pauses and lets his nervousness settle between the two of you, “Umm, well it was great to meet you y/n, and uhh gotta get back to finishing dinner, two hungry children aren’t the prettiest sight to see.”

“I would love to be the judge of that tonight,” you turn to walk away from his doorway and wave him goodbye, “have a good day Satoru, see you tonight.”

Gojo waves back and closes the door once you step into your apartment. He roughly combs through his hair and sighs heavily, “I don’t know who’s gonna end me first, these damn kids or dinner with y/n.”

★ I got this fanfic idea from this fanart actually ! I thought gojo and the kids were so cute with their stickers and clips on their face and hair 🫶🏽

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chrollosbm · 4 months

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“God, You are Fucking Psychotic.”

the words rolled off satoru’s tongue like butter, each syllable filled with conviction and you knew he meant it. although, that didn’t stop him from pounding into your soaking cunt like his life depended on it, the look on his face showing that your so-called “insanity” wasn’t a turn off for him in the slightest. his curlean orbs were wide as he took in your fucked out face, wetness trailing out the sides of your mouth and running down your neck, landing on his large, bony hand currently wrapped around your windpipe. the dance of your bodies was a beautiful choreography in the mirror as he slammed into you from behind, with the tip of his cock poking out from your lower tummy from the way he was moving inside you.

you could only moan in response to his claims, although you knew he was incredibly correct in his deduction as you nodded in affirmation the best way you could. the black spots in your eyes were making it hard to function and gaze at the beautiful white haired created behind you, as you gave him permission to do what you had already asked of him. his thrusts slowed slightly and carefully before moving the grasp around your neck to settle on your perky tits that were still jiggling as the two of you moved in unison, before his opposite hand came up with the kitchen knife you’d set aside and landed mere inches away from your neck.

your noises could barely be contained now as the taller man behind you squeezed your hard nipples with the digits already on your chest as he resumed the rough thrusts that were causing stars to form in your eyes. the look he was giving you with those endless blues through the reflection was making you resemble and sound like a crazed woman, with your mewls growing louder at the the sight of his pretty, perfect face and the feel of his large cock bullying into you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly and expertly. the weapon you had begged him to hold against you was only making your mind more hazy from the thrill of it all, along with how he was plummeting you to another dimension, as if your orgasm currently splashing onto his pelvis didn’t send you there first. you were sent over the edge with a shake of your body, and you were glad satoru was holding you so tightly, for you would have fallen over otherwise.

your eyes never left the reflection, only staring at a red faced, open mouthed satoru, who seemed to lose control of his own body as you came around his rigid cock, his rams becoming messy with the squeeze of your wet, hot walls suffocating his member, subsequently making the sharp object graze your skin slightly, enough to knick, but not slice you. the pain and pleasure shot chills down your spine, making you whine out as the smallest amount of blood dripped out of the cut. the man behind you seemed too delirious to check up on you, his loud pants and crazed baby blues staring at the sight with a sinister smile, and you began to notice just how fucking psychotic the both of you were.

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glorixuspurpose · 2 months

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Teen Dream

Satoru Gojo x black!afab!reader, slight Suguru Geto x reader

A/N:I rarely see/find any black reader fics for high school Gojo😕

A/A/N: adding jjk to the masterlist!! woop woop let’s go guysss

CW: Teen Pregnancy(aaah!), Toru being an idiot

Word Count: 300

“Toru?” You said, barely above a whisper. “We need to talk.” You told him, before walking out of the empty classroom where he, Suguru, and Shoko were hanging out.

He mutters a quick “be right back” as he hightails after you, the two of you ending up in a secluded hallway.

“What did you wanna talk about? We aren’t…breaking up, are we?” He asked.

“I hope not. What I’m gonna tell you is pretty big..”

“What is it?”

You sigh and run a hand over your face, the setting sun hitting your brown skin just right.

“You look really pretty right now.” He mutters.

“You aren’t making this any better.”

“Just tell me!” He whines, and you sigh.

“I’m…pregnant.”

“...What?”

“I’m pregnant!”

“I heard what you said..are you sure?” He asked, bending down to inspect your clothed stomach. “You don’t look pregnant.” He told you, making you smack his head.

“That’s not ‘till later, dummy. If you..even wanna keep it.”

“Huh? Of course I do!”

“But–”

“Sure, we’re in high school, but I bet it’ll be super fun!”

“Are you sure about that?” You ask, and he vigorously nods.

“We could all raise him! Or her! Like, as a group! It would be so awesome!”

“I don’t think Suguru would be down for that.”

“Nah, he would be. Only for you.”

You raise an eyebrow at that. “For me?”

“He totally likes you.”

You crossed your arms, looking at him incredulously. “I don’t think so.”

Satoru shrugs, and crosses his arms, mimicking your stance. “You’re blind.”

“I think you’re just delusional.” She jokes, but eventually becomes serious again.

“Are you really not mad?”

He shakes his head. “Not really. Though I am kinda mad at myself for not wrapping it before tapping it.”

“Never say that again.”

“Okay…”

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #satoru gojo x black!reader #gojo satoru x black!reader #jjk x black reader

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 months

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DRABBLE: WHERE HE TAKES YOU FOR YOUR V-DAY DATE 🥰💘💌 (JJK) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

*DISCLAIMER: All characters mentioned in this work are over the age of 18.

Writer's Note: I decided to post something early for V-Day. Enjoy! -Jazz

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ITADORI (Carnival Date)

SFW

Yuji loves to have fun, so it only makes sense that he takes to one of the best places on Earth.

No, not Disney World. A college student don’t got money like that.

So Yuji decided on the next best thing when he heard that the carnival was going to be in town specifically for Valentine’s Day. He had asked you to go in January, a month before, by surprising you with a box of chocolates.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he excitedly exclaimed, giving you that big, gigawatt, Yuji Itadori grin that never fails to brighten your day. “Thank you, baby,” you giggled, taking the chocolates. “But it isn’t Valentine’s Day for another month.”

Yuji’s smile faded, replaced with the expression a child would make with his hand caught in the cookie jar and then a blush that makes you feel feral for your boyfriend.

“I know,” he bashfully said. “I just got excited. Plus, there’s a surprise in there. I clipped the thorns off, so you won’t get pricked!” You laughed and did as he instructed, carefully dipping your hand into the bouquet. Your fingers latch around paper and you pull out a sheet of paper with two tickets on it. “Two tickets to the carnival?” you gasped.

He nods, running hand through his spiked, pink hair. “I figured it’d be the perfect date, y’know? Fun and romantic, for the two of us…i-if you wanna go, that is.” He gets that shy smile again that seems to always drive you insane and you kissed him as an answer, wrapping your arms tight around him.

When Valentine’s Day finally arrives, Yuji makes sure he finishes all of his work for college courses before picking you up after your shift at work in his car. You changed in the bathroom before hand and Yuji has never seen anyone look so good in a dress and jacket before. His eyes roam over your legs, hair, and face, becoming overwhelmed by your beauty. “Wow,” he gasps. “You look amazing.”

You smile at the compliment, giving him a hug in greeting. “Thanks,” you giggle. “I wore it for you.” Yuji nearly melts, especially at the scent of your perfume. It’s just as sweet as you, his baby. After opening the car door for you and putting your work bag in the backseat, Yuji hops in and drives off towards the carnival which is packed with couples and single friends for the night. Once you get there and get through security, you and Yuji walk side by side among the many food stands, games, rides, and glittering carnival lights.

“So,” you start, noticing how close your hands are at the same time as Yuji. You inch closer, interlacing your fingers together as you take his hand into yours. "Where here to first?” you ask with a smile that nearly stops Yuji’s thought process. He smiles back, shrugging. “Anywhere you want.”

So you go everywhere. You drag Yuji to a haunted house where you both snuffle together in a cart, too occupied with kissing and touching to focus on the screams and impressive, ghostly attractions popping up everywhere. Yuji starts to pop a hard-on being so close to you and feeling your lips on his, but it’s dark enough where he has time to will it down before the ride ends. He then drags you over to a slingshot attraction where he laughs at your wild screams as you’re both shot dozens of feet off of the air, the chilly wind rushing through your ears.

You eat everything too: cotton candy; hot dogs; funnel cake; chocolate. You feel like a little kid with Yuji, in the best way. You also play every single game because Yuji is hellbent on getting you an oversized plushie that you’ve had your eye on since you got here. Your man is as athletic as he is stubborn, playing every ring toss game or activity where you hit an object with a ball or a pellet. But he just can’t win.

“Yuji, you don’t have the play every single of these games,” you giggle as he drags you over to yet another game. This one has to do with a bunch of balloon heads made up to look like clowns that you have to toss a ball at and pop.

He shakes his head as he passes the host a dollar, having used all of your tokens on food and rides. “Until I win you one of those big ass plushies, I’m not giving up,” he huffs, his eyes burning with defiance and determination. You watch from the sidelines as he begins the game, taking a deep breath before nailing a ball at one of the balloons.

It pops instantly, making you jump. Yuji pumps his fists in victory, looking like an oversized little kid.

“Did you see that, baby?” he laughs, pointing at the popped balloon. “I decked that damn clown!” You applaud him and stand by his side as the host asks you which plushie you want. You admire all of the cute animals and anime characters there before your eyes land on the oversized plushie.“I’ll take the panda,” you giggle. You turn to Yuji who knowingly laughs at your choice. “It reminds me of someone we know.”

You also take photos in a photo booth, Yuji carrying everything you bought and won tonight despite you telling him not to. “Let’s take some for the road,” he suggests with a smile, nodding at the booth. “I wanna remember tonight.”

After putting all of the items on the floor underneath you, you crawl into the small booth with Yuji, nearly sitting on his lap because of how tight and cramped the booth is. After two pictures of you smiling next to each other and then making silly faces, you crawl into Yuji’s lap, unable to contain your happiness or love for him. He looks up at you, confused and starstruck at your sudden action. You then press your glossy lips to his before kissing his chin, his cheeks, his forehead, coating his entire face and neck in pink gloss.

“Y/N,” he groans, blushing a beet red. You giggle, taking his chin into your hands as you turn to face the camera, your face and ass in the shot as you straddle him. “Smile for the camera, pretty boy,” you purr. A countdown appears on the screen and you smile, preparing yourself.

“I love you,” he whispers right as the camera flashes. You turn to him and swoon at the adoration in his eyes. You bend down to kiss him as another flash appears, snapping a photo. “I love you too,” you giggle against his soft lips.

NSFW

“Y/N, a-are you sure that no one's gonna…oh, shit!”

You mischievously giggle from your spot on your knees between Yuji’s long legs and muscular thighs that your nails deliciously stroke, causing goosebumps to pimple on his skin in your fingers’ wake. He can only watch as you take his cock deep down your throat as he leans back against the Ferris wheel’s bench, doing his best to not move too much so the box doesn’t swing.

Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re all the way at the top of the wheel or else someone would definitely see you gagging on his dick like the little slut he loves you as when you’re alone and in the mood. You gasp as you pop off of his cock, his head slipping out from between those plump lips. “No one's gonna find us up here, Yuji,” you giggle. “Unless you’re that loud. Now relax and cum for me. I know you wanna fill up my throat.”

You go back to work, bobbing your head along his cock that stretches out your tight, wet, sloppy throat that drives Yuji insane. He bites his lip to the point of drawing blood as you begin to fondle his heavy balls too, your fingers massaging them to the point where he is sure he’ll cum. “Fuck, fuck!” he whines. “Baby, please!” His whimpers and soft moans fill the tiny box, his fingers digging into the seat. How are you this fucking hot?

As you continue to take his cock down your throat like it’s nothing, he can feel himself about to nut, your hot, wet mouth too much to take. “N-No…wanna cum with you! Please don’t let me do it alone, baby!” His begging prompts you to stop, your lips coated in spit and pre-cum. He stares down at you, twitchy and pent-up. “Ride me,” he pleads. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, Y/N, please.”

Riding him on a Ferris wheel? Who would’ve thought Itadori was so freaky? “Okay, baby, okay,” you coo. “Just keep it down, okay?” He nods as you push your panties to the side and climb on top of him, his big hands grasping your hips and ass the way he needs to. When you finally sink down onto his cock, it takes everything in you to not moan out loud. You have to cover your mouth as you begin to rock your hips into Yuji, riding his dick and rubbing your clit against his pelvis.

Soon, Yuji can’t take it and begins fucking from beneath you, his hips slamming up into yours with enough force to rock the box, but neither of you care. Not when your gushing, tight pussy feels so good squeezing around him and his cock strokes your walls so well. “Fuck, Yuji, you’re so good!” you gasp into his ear. "Keep fucking me just like that! You’re such a good boy for me!”

You run your fingers through his hair, gripping onto the pink locks as he gives your ass a smack that nearly makes you bust. “And you’re such a good girl for me,” he groans. “Gonna fill you up so good…make you mine…” You can feel his cock swelling inside of you and you begin to meet his thrusts, slamming yourself down onto him again and again until you both feel that cord inside of you about to snap.

“Cum with me,” he begs. “Cum with me, baby, please!” He leans up and presses a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips as you both moan into each other’s mouth. It’s a good thing too because when you cum, you’re loud. You can’t help it, especially the way Yuji spurts cum deep inside of you as you gush all over his cock. The feeling is euphoric though very wet.

After the ride ends, Yuji helps you with your dress and hair while he pulls his pants back up like nothing happened. But the cum that drips down your thighs is a reminder as he helps you off of the Ferris wheel, spent and satisfied. “Thank you for the date, baby,” you giggle. “And your cum.”

Yuji smirks, a blush coating his cheeks as he wraps an arm possessively around your waist. To anyone else, it just looks like a guy bringing his girl close to him, but they don’t see his hand palming your ass. “Anytime,” he chuckles. “Now we’ll both remember this night.”

GOJO (Nightclub Date)

SFW

When the man tells you to put on your sexiest dress, you think it’s for a romantic, luxurious dinner. Not a nightclub!

You dug out your best, body-hugging, soul-snatching dress for the occasion, thinking your boyfriend would wine and dine you tonight, especially when he picked you up in a limo earlier. But now seeing where you stand, among the mood lights, dancing people, and bar hoppers, you feel like you shouldn’t have stepped out of the house at all.

Gojo sits beside you in all black––black tee, black jeans, black kicks––with two gold chains hanging from his neck. He smells of expensive cologne and his usual shades just adds to the sex appeal he oozes.

“Sooo?” he prompts, grinning at you. “You like it?”

You look around the club, frowning from your section. Gojo rented out a private section away from the prying eyes of the club. It’s a nice section, you will admit, with a curved booth and complimentary water. “Satoru, this is not at all what I dressed for,” you say, disappointed. “I thought you were taking me out to dinner or somewhere more romantic!”

His smiles fades, replaced with a pout that reminds you of a child. “But this is romantic,” he argues, nodding at the red and pink lights lighting up the place. You roll your eyes. “And they have food here! C’mon, you didn’t even look at the menu yet, babe! And all the drinks are for Valentine’s Day!” He shows you the menu which comes with shrimp cocktails, lemon-pepper wings, and all kinds of cocktails made for the holiday.

You mumble indifferently to yourself, still unsure. “Yeah, but…” Though this is a fun idea, you want a candlelit dinner and then your back broken out in Gojo’s bed. He must see you struggling to enjoy yourself because he lowers the menu and stares you down across the table, his blue eyes serious.

“I wanted us to try something new for tonight than just dinner or a movie. Something adventurous. Plus, you’re way too fine to not take out to a club.”

You flush at the compliment, staring down at your cleavage that you just had to leave out to play tonight. He leans over to cover your hand with his. ��Just give it a half an hour and if you’re still uncomfortable, we can leave,” he promises, his gaze sad and dejected. “Just want us to have a little fun, Y/N. You’ve been workin’ so hard lately.”

And you have. You’ve been going overtime to make enough extra money for the spring, so for Gojo to notice and want to do something fun for you is so sweet. It makes you feel incredibly guilty. “Okay,” you sigh. He grins at this, excited. “But only for a half an hour,” you pointedly add, jabbing an acrylic nail at him. He nods though there’s a devilishness behind his smile that makes you believe he is planning something to make you think different.

After you order some Valentine’s Day-inspired drinks and some wings to share, you find yourself sitting thigh to thigh with Gojo, slapping his chest when he whispers something nasty in your ear. When you turn your head, you find several eyes on you, women and men alike. Their gazes are sharp and pointed with envy while some check Gojo out despite you sitting right there. Feeling hot with awareness and anger, you turn away to tell Gojo, but he is already one step ahead of you, having noticed eyes on him since he walked in…but that’s normal for him.

Unbeknownst to you, you had eyes on you too, admiring your body in your dress and your hair that Gojo will most definitely be yanking on later when he has you bent over his bed and your cunt gushing around him. He slings an arm around the back of the booth behind your head, trapping you between him.

“They know I’m here with you,” he chuckles, staring at you from over the rim of his glasses. “And they’re sadly mistaken if they think I’m giving this up for a single night with them.”

He takes your hand and kisses it, filling you with butterflies and tingles. “You’re the only one for me, baby,” he coos. “And I hope this proves it.” His eyes tick to somewhere behind you and you turn, gasping at the sight before you.

Your bottle girl has returned with your chocolate martinis and wings, but another stands there with a big ass bouquet of a dozen of your favorite flowers, sweet-smelling and colorful. You thank the waitresses as your food is placed before you and you’re given your flowers. “‘Tarou,” you coo, beaming at him. “You really must want some neck later.”

Gojo smirks suggestively at your words, a hand snaking over your thigh. “Oh, I want way more than that, mama,” he purrs. “But after we get these drinks down.” You each pick up your martinis and he coaxes you to carry the toast. “Too an amazing Valentine’s Day,” you say with a giddy smile. “Cheers!” You clink glasses and share a kiss before downing your first set of drinks for the night.

NSFW

You’re so glad Gojo rented a private section for the occasion because the after-party takes place right after the drinks start kicking in…and only you two are invited.

And you highly doubt anyone would want to see your boyfriend’s fingers stuffed inside of you, your legs spread wide over the leather seats. “Tarou,” you whimper, your hand clutching his toned forearm. “S-Someone’s gonna see!” Your voice hiccups on the last word, growing high-pitched as his index and middle finger curl inside of you, gliding over that spot that makes the world blurry and your body tingly.

Gojo chuckles teasingly into your ear as he nips and kisses your neck and collarbone, his body blocking the dance floor from seeing you getting finger-fucked. “Someone will definitely see if you don’t keep it down, baby girl,” he coos. “You’ve got such a cute expression when you’re drunk and horny.”

He uses his free hand to grip your cheeks, causing them to squish together as you whimper and moan, each sound hidden by the music blasting from the speakers above. You shouldn’t have had so many drinks and you know you only made things worse of yourself by grinding your ass against Gojo on the dance floor moments before. You let out a muffled moan behind your hand as his palm begins to rub against your clit in time with his fingers fucking your pussy. “Who knew two martinis and a couple shots would make you so slutty?” he cackles. “Shit, baby, you’re grippin’ around me so tight! That’s my girl. That’s my good little slut.”

He starts to move his skilled hand faster, coaxing you to cum all over his fingers and the seat. But you stop him, grabbing his wrist. “Satoru!” you whine, desperate for relief but in private. “Not here, please! I need you to fuck me!” At the desperation in your voice, his fingers pause, still snuggly inside of you. You stare into his blue eyes, willing him to listen to you. “I want you to cum with me,” you whimper. “Want you to fuck this pussy and make this night count. Please, Daddy.”

‘Please, Daddy.’ That line seems to always work for Gojo. You’re saying the exact same thing when he has you on your back hours later in his silky-soft bed, his cock buried deep inside of you and his hips slamming against yours with enough force to make the bed rock. “Please, Daddy!” you beg. “Please make me cum!”

Gojo hovers above you, his pretty face looking down at you as he watches your titties bounce and your wet cunt stretch around his cock. “Yeah?” he huffs. “You wanna cum? You wanna cum all over your man’s big fucking dick, baby?” He doesn’t let up with his merciless thrusts, causing you to not only cum uncontrollably around his cock, but to squirt, your juices splashing all over the bed and his lower stomach. It triggers his own orgasm and he pulls out to spray his cum all over your gorgeous tits.

Panting, you lie on the bed, spent and mouth agape from what you just did. “Aww, mama, you squirted,” he coos, laughing at your embarrassed expression. He suddenly pins your thighs apart and begins to rub your overly-sensitive clit, grinning at your gasps and sobs. “C’mon, gimme another one. C’mon, slutty girl.”

You babble nonsense and protests, stuck between yes and no as tears begin to dot your lash-line. He notices, still flicking your clit with his thumb. “What? You gonna cry?” You nod frantically, hoping he’ll stop…but Gojo Satoru is an asshole. “Too bad,” he chuckles. “You ain’t gettin’ out of this one, baby. Now cum for me again.”

And you do, once again squirting all over the bed and in your boyfriend’s mouth as he greedily laps it up.

NANAMI (Picnic Date)

SFW

Nanami is a pretty low-key guy anyway, so a park date appeals to him when you suggest it.

Even more so when he gets that surprise the moment he happens upon the park’s grounds with you in tow. You two walk side by side in your warm, wool trench coats through the snowy park on a starry Valentine’s Day night, your hand hooked through his elbow. The minute his eyes widen behind his spectacles, you smile.

Before him lies a thick blanket where one picnic basket and a portable speaker playing soft music sits under a canopy of trees. You picked a place secluded from the hiking and running trails, not wanting to be interrupted by anyone. “I figured it’d be better than a fancy dinner date,” you explain with a shy smile. “I didn’t cook. I didn’t really have the time, so I just got some stuff from the grocery store.”

Nanami still looks like he can’t believe that this is happening or that you did something so sweet for him. He has never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a romantic partner before, so he still isn’t sure what comes with it or what he’s supposed to do, but he knows that he’s enjoying it so far with you. He sits with you on the blanket, feeling slightly awkward and out of place, as you pull out your feast for the romantic dinner.

He can't help but laugh to himself as you pull out the plastic packs of sandwiches on sesame seed rolls, fruit, a small charcuterie pack to share, and a bottle of wine with two plastic glasses. He picks up the sandwich, examining it. “Ham sandwiches?” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You love ham sandwiches!” you protest, cutely pouting at him. “With extra mustard.” At this, Nanami’s smile fades and he looks down at the pack. Sure enough, it does have extra mustard which means you’ve been paying close attention to him. Taking his frown for something negative, you scramble to appease him. “W-We can always go somewhere if you want,” you quickly add.

You can feel your heart drooping in disappointment. You know that the picnic isn’t perfect, but you thought it’d be perfect for Nanami. You just wanted to make him happy. But to your shock and utter relief, he is overjoyed. “No,” he firmly says. “This is perfect. I just haven’t had anyone do this for me before.” He puts the sandwich down and takes your hand, his eyes soft and loving. “Thank you,” he softly says, sounding moved by the sweet gesture.

Your smile is as beautiful as the twinkling stars above, prompting him to retrieve a small bag from his coat pocket. “I brought a little something along for you too,” he says, a small, sweet smile on his face. “From that bakery where we first met. It’s sentimental, yes, but…” He passes it to you, his cheeks coated in a pink blush that makes him so endearing to you. You love when he gets flustered despite him being such a stoic guy.

You excitedly open the bag, finding your favorite pastry coated in pink frosting for V-Day in there.

“Keni,” you coo. “I haven’t had one of these in sooo long!” But as you go to take it out and feast on it first, your finger brushes against a small, white box at the bottom of the bag. You take it out, examining it.

“What’s this?” you ask, staring at the box. Nanami just smiles at you, taking off his glasses. “Open it,” he coaxes, a twinkle in his gentle eyes.

You do so, opening the box to reveal a silver chain with a small bottle attached to it. In it are grand of sand. “I know how much you love the beach,” he explains. “That’s one of the things we share with each other. This is so you can always think of me when I’m not there. I’m in that bottle, in every grain of sand there, right against your heart.” You stare at the bottle, your hands beginning to shake as emotion overcomes you.

Nervous, Nanami begins to think the worst. “Too corny?” he asks. You shake your head and when you look at him, he finds that your eyes are glassy. “No…it’s beautiful.” You close your hand around the bottle charm, kissing it. “I love you, Kento,” you whisper, the words like a prayer answered to Nanami.

But instead of saying it back, Nanami stands and offers his hand for yours. “Dance with me,” he says instead. You put your hand in his and allow him to pull you onto your feet where he pulls you close against him. There, you begin to sway to the music playing, your head on his chest and his chin resting on the top of your head. “I love you too, my love,” he whispers against your cheek and you smile into his chest, happily whipped.

NSFW

The picnic blanket wasn’t intended for a hot, passionate make-out session, but that’s exactly what it’s used for.

Only this make-out session is semi-clothed. After downing the whole bottle of wine, both of you are pent up and letting your attraction for each other take over. The pretty skirt you wore is pulled up, your panties down and Nanami’s hand rubbing you between your thighs while he hovers on top of you, his shirt off and your hands gripping his taught ass as he rolls his hips into yours.

He grinds his clothed, hard cock against your pelvis much to your liking, keening and softly moaning into his mouth as the heat between your legs begins to grow. Noticing how you’re grinding up into him, Nanami pulls away, staring down at you with lustful eyes and lips raw from kissing. “Are you sure you want to?” he asks in a hushed voice. “Out here?”

You can’t think of a better place to get slutted out than under the stars and in the silent, still park, the music cut off and all sounds ceasing to exist except for a lone owl hooting and your hushed pants and moans. “Yes, Keni,” you whisper, holding his face in your hands to bring him closer. He looks so beautiful above you, the stars and inky black sky a backdrop behind him. “I trust you. I don’t care who sees us. Let everyone know that I’m yours.”

Nanami doesn’t need any other confirmation to tell him that you’re absolutely certain about or ready to do this. “And I’m yours,” he replies before pressing a kiss to your lips…and then sinking his cock deep inside of you when you shrug his pants down to his free it. You moan into each other’s mouths as his dick sinks between your silky, wet walls, trapping him inside of you where he belongs.

Slow, passionate strokes of his hips turn into feverish, rough pumps the more into Nanami gets. Seeing you beneath him, your sweater pulled up to reveal your lacy bra and your skirt hiked up over your thick thighs, is too much for him. “You look so beautiful underneath me,” he groans. “So pretty bouncing on my cock.” He fucks you harder, faster, tossing your leg up over his shoulder to get a better, more precise angle at your G-spot.

And it works because you start seeing stars behind your eyelids that aren’t from the sky as Nanami its into you. “Fuck, Keni!” you whine, gripping his broad shoulders. “S-So big! You f-feel s-so good!” You can’t speak properly, each word coming out as a stutter because of how much you’re bouncing on his dick.

Nanami holds his eyes with yours, forcing you to look at his handsome face gleaming in sweat and slightly flushed. “Yeah? You like taking this big cock, darling?” You frantically nod, unable to hold back your gasps or moans as he pumps into you like he’s trying to make you cum first…which he is. “It’s all yours. No one else’s. Only you can have me like this…make me feel this way…”

His sweet, hot words and cock pumping inside you are too much and you begin to frantically rub your clit as you feel that blessed end about to near. “Kento, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp. “I-I can’t…!”

The handsome blonde leans down to press his forehead against yours, his big body covering yours. “Cum for me, darling,” he grunts. “Look at me when you gush all over my fucking dick. Do it while I fill up what’s mine.” He fucks you harder, rolling his hips down into yours again and again until–

Crunch. You gasp, causing Nanami to immediately cover your mouth. You both look towards a jogging trail several yards away where you see an older man and his dog from between the trees. “Hello?” The man calls out into the night. “Anyone there?”

You both are quiet, hearts hammering against your ribcages, but the fear of being caught ignites something in both of you. Nanami doesn’t stop fucking you and you have no choice but to cum, moaning behind your hand. He cums too, burying his face into your shoulder to let out a primal groan as he fills you to the brim with his cum. “Keep cumming,” he demands. “Keep squeezing around my cock, you perfect little slut.”

You whine at his constant strokes, your pussy becoming tingly and sensitive despite him slowing down. He holds you close, forcing you to take it until he’s exhausted himself and finally pulls out. Luckily, the man believes you’re just animals…and you’d may as well be with the way y’all are fucking. “C’mon, Peaches,” he calls with a whistle. “I think it’s just a bunch of squirrels.”

And off he totters with his dog in tow, turning his back to the semi-naked couple behind him. Nanami sighs in relief, panting from the sex. “That was close,” he sighs. You nod and then your eyes tick down to his semi-hard cock twitching and glistening in your cum. “Not close enough,” you purr, grazing a nail over his cock, smirking when he tenses at the sensation. “Round two?” you giggle suggestively.

More like round five because even when you finally leave the park, Nanami fucks you in his bed till dawn.

CHOSO (Paint n’ Sip Date)

SFW

Choso had no fucking clue what people even did on Valentine’s Day. He didn't even know Valentine’s Day was a day away until someone mentioned it.

Of course, it was Yuji, his little brother, while they slurped on ramen noodles. Yuji nearly choked when Choso told him that he forgot Valentine’s Day was coming up. “You forgot about Valentine’s Day?!” he gasped like Choso just told him he got someone else pregnant. “Dude, Valentine’s Day is the day for couples! Romance! She’s gonna leave your ass!”

Choso rolled his eyes as slurped down his dinner. “You’re so fuckin’ dramatic,” he sighed, but even he got afraid. He didn’t know if you celebrated Valentine’s Day, but you had to have been expecting something, weren’t you? After all, he is dating you and though he is still learning how to properly “boyfriend”, he knows he wants to give you the most decent Valentine’s Day he can.

So after surfing the web for V-Day activities, he came across an event for one night only at a small art venue that he visited an exhibit before that is hosting a paint-n-sip. The one at 7 PM is for children and serves free cookies though adults can still attend and the other at 10 PM is enticingly naughty.

Choso smirked as read the details for the adult paint-n-sip which entails weed, alcohol, and couples stripping down to their undies to be painted by their romantic partners. He thought it was perfect since he loved painting, you enjoyed watching him paint, and it would be a perfect bonding and learning experience.

And perhaps, romantic?

Choso bought the tickets for both and sent the child-friendly ones to you first, wanting to surprise you with the adult ones the night of. “It’s just a local thing,” he shyly said into the phone. “But I figured we could do it since you’ve always wanted to learn how to paint.” You were luckily down with it, making him sigh in relief. “This is so cute!” you giggled. “I’d love to go with you, baby.”

The night of V-Day, he arrives at your place and tries not to marvel at you in your pretty, pink sweater that makes your skin practically glow and brings a blush to his cheeks. He takes his hand in yours as you walk together, you on the inside while he stands on the outside near the street.

Unbeknownst to him, you flush with bashfulness too, loving how attentive, tall, and handsome your man is. His piercings sparkle in the moonlight peeking through the trees lining the block, making your body tingle in delight…especially the lip ring you love to nibble on when you kiss.

The art exhibit is small, quaint, and filled with kids running to get their art supplies. Choso stands awkwardly behind you while you get a canvas, some paint brushes, and one of the heart-shaped cookies set out for the guests. “I didn’t realize there’d be so many kids here,” he mutters, making you giggle.

A little girl running with a big ass paint brush and a heart-shaped cookie stops, staring up at Choso with a gap-toothed smile. “Hey, mister, I like your ponytails!” she shouts despite her mother’s criticism. “You’d look so nice with some bows!” You’ve never seen Choso turn so red before. “Yes, he would,” you agree, struggling to not bust out laughing.

Though it is embarrassing, seeing you interact so well with the kid makes Choso wanna fill you up with all the babies he can.

Those naughty, feral thoughts are dampened luckily when the painting begins and the instructor shows an example of the painting for tonight. Choso smirks at your reaction as you begin to sketch the heart out on your canvas, making it big and wobbly. “Oooh, a heart,” he teases. “Think you can handle that, mama?” You side eye him, nudging him in the side. “Shut up!” you whisper. “Not everyone can be a master painter like you.”

He laughs once he finishes sketching his own heart and begins to mix his paints together, planning on making this drawing as three dimensional as possible just to see you gag over it. He smirks to himself as he begins to paint with a bright pink he made from red and white, your eyes on his and his hand carefully filling in the heart. “So how’d you get a pink like that?” You curiously ask, peering over at his paints. You decided to do your heart in red, but now you’re deciding something different.

“Just add a dash of white and a lot of red,” he explains with a humored smile. You do as he says, taking a tiny bit of white and adding it to the red in your palette tray. “Uh-uh, like this,” he whispers, taking your hand and guiding you. Suddenly, he’s behind you and taking your wrist in his to help you add more white and mix. He is gentle and careful yet firm. His touch and deep voice in your ear does wonders to your body, making you feel like you’re baking in an oven in your sweater.

It doesn't get any better for you either. You find it hard to focus whenever Choso guides your hands to make certain strokes and his warm, minty breath caresses your ear. “Don’t go so fast,” he murmurs. “Take your time with it. Enjoy the process.” You swear, your pussy is leaking on your chair by the time you finish painting and you’re ready to take your time with your Valentine next.

Choso’s painting is as beautiful as one could get despite it just being a heart. The same cutie with the gap-toothed smile walks by with hers and gapes at it. “That’s so pretty!” she gasps. “Mommy, look at his heart! I think he made that for his girlfriend!” Once again, Choso blushes and you laugh to yourself.

“Now I can see why you love painting so much,” you giggle. “It’s so relaxing.” You sneak a hand towards his, laying it on top of his knuckles and caressing his rings. “Without the kids, yeah,” he agrees, earning a laugh. He slowly turns his hand over to lace your fingers together, making your heart and your clit jump with joy and excitement. “You know, there’s an “adults only” paint n sip after this one if you wanna stay.”

His eyes flash with mischief, intriguing you. “What’s at the adult one?” you ask, curious. You take a bite of your cookie before feeding it to Choso. “More alcohol. Weed. Body painting. I, uh, bought tickets beforehand to surprise you.” A light blush coats his cheek as he chews, making you smile.

“You had me at body painting,” you purr. “Anything to get my hands on you.” And to spend more time with him. You lean into his side, not so subtly snaking your hand down to squeeze his thigh. He tenses, making you giggle, but he silences you with a kiss in front of the little ones. “Naughty girl,” he growls against your lips. “But the feeling’s definitely mutual.”

NSFW

Staying for the “adults only” pain n sip was definitely a good idea.

As soon as the kids and their parents leave, the adult couples arrive and bring alcohol and weed that they’re willing to share. Tonight’s activity involves stripping down to your undies (or as much as you wish) and painting your partner’s body with watercolors. “It’s a fun and intimate way to bond with your love,” the instructor says while you’re already trying to get Choso out of his pants.

You’re given wet sponges and paint brushes to paint Choso’s body with. With a glass of wine and a few puffs of weed in you, you’re already feening and feeling naughty as you watch your boyfriend strip. Your eyes roam over his lean upper torso as he takes off his shirt, revealing his nipple piercings and the tattoo dedicated to his younger brothers on his right side that trails down to his well-defined V-line and happy trail.

The air feels tense and hot as you begin to paint him in all different colors, reds, pinks, and blacks coating his pale skin in shapes and swirls. “Stop lookin’ at me like that,” he chuckles, catching your hooded gaze as you paint him.

“Like what?” you ask, feigning innocence. “Like you’re the sexiest man in here and you look even better with paint on you?” Sneakily, you pull down his pants an inch and give his ass a smack, making him gasp. “Hey!” he exclaims, swatting your leg with a wet sponge. “What?” you giggle. “It’s part of the activity!”

He gives you the same treatment when you finally strip off your sweater, revealing your lacy push-up bra. He leans down until he’s eye level with your chest and begins slowly, sensually, painting your chest and collarbone a bright pink. Then, before you know it, his hands are unzipping your pants and looping through your belt loops to pull them down. “What?” he asks, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “It’s part of the activity, ain’t it?”

Sneakily, one finger trails down to your thighs and sneaks in between to touch your pussy over your panties. ”C-Choso, stop,” you whimper, gripping the chair you sit in. “Someone’s g-gonna see…” Choso stops, pulling his hand away with a hooded look that drives you damn near to sucking his dick. “Then maybe you wanna tell her to wait till we’re back at your place,” he murmurs. “And stop soaking the stool.” You glare at him and shift in your seat to pull your pants up, making him snigger.

When the event finally ends and you’re finally at your place, you jump on Choso as soon as you’re behind closed doors. He moans into your mouth as you kiss him, your hands moving quickly to snatch off his clothes. “Damn, you couldn’t wait till we got in the shower?” he chuckles, but even he is hurrying to get you naked, your sweater and jeans on the floor. "Hell no,” you gasp as his lips caress your neck. “I at least needed to get you naked…but we do need to wash off.”

You giggle at your bodies and faces coated in paint of all colors and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s not waste any time then.” And you don’t. Minutes later, you find yourself in the shower under the hot jets of water and among the steam as Choso kneels before you, lapping at your cunt. You grasp his shoulders and his wet locks of hair, your moans bouncing off of the tiled walls.

“Chosi,” you whine, “you’re supposed to be cleaning me up.” He looks up at you, his soft lips coated in your juices. “I am,” he argues, still in between your thighs. “You’re so wet down here for me, mama. What the hell else am I supposed to do?”

He then hooks one of your legs over his shoulders and grips your ass, shutting you up. “Now shut the fuck up and put that pussy on my face,” he growls. The only words you have for him as he eats you out till you cum on his face are his name and many, many swear words.

TODO (Couples’ Yoga Date)

*Note: The Reader is described as Plus-Sized!

SFW

It’s not a particularly usual Valentine’s Day date, but Todo thought it would be a nice activity to do together for the special day.

“I saw it in the window at my gym,” he excitedly announced to you over fruit smoothies despite the cold. “It’s free and they give out free sugar-free treats after the event! It’d be perfect for us, princess!”

He was so excited for the holiday even though he always treats you like every day is Valentine’s Day. To see the excitement and joy in his brown eyes made you feel utterly guilty for feeling so odd about the idea.

“Well…” You looked down at your pink smoothie and even pinker nails. It isn't that you had something against yoga. You loved yoga! You practiced it as much as you could, even bought yoga wear specifically dedicated to big girls to feel comfortable doing it. But doing it in front of other people bothered you a lot.

You always strive to be healthy and have tried going to the gym, but the paranoia you feel about being watched was enough to run you out of Planet Fitness. As a fat girl, you get enough shit with the fact that your arms and tummy jiggle and your thighs shake, and you have cellulite on your ass. Big deal! It’s your body and it’s perfect just as it is. Todo certainly thinks so.

But others think differently. No matter if you drink your water, eat your veggies, and do your squats, society will always perceive you as some unhealthy, gluttonous bitch.

That’s part of why you’re still so shocked that Todo is still here. Despite the shock people have when realizing such a fit, muscular, sexy guy is with a big girl (though you’re also sexy), he doesn’t let that get to him. “I don't care about anyone else,” he once said to you. “All I care about is you. You mean everything to me, Y/N.” So seeing him sit across from you, with his handsome, scarred face, you had no choice but to give into his idea.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agreed. “But I’m not too hype about your gym girlfriends lookin’ at my man.” He just chuckled, taking your hand across the table and kissing it.

“Oh, sweetheart, please,” he chuckled. “All of those girls are simply friends and plus, no woman looks better than my pretty little princess!”

You flushed at his sweet talk, secretly loving it when he referred to you as his “little whatever”. His little princess. His little girl. His little...well, that's reserved for the bedroom, but it gets you purring every single time.

And it makes sense being the fact that the guy is HUGE, standing at six-foot something and built like a tank. He intimidated you so much the first day you two met, but after realizing how much of a sweetheart he was, all you wanted was to feel him on top of you.

The night of V-Day is a chilly one so you dress in your favorite coat with shaggy fur like a teddy bear’s. You also dress in your favorite active gear that hugs your curves and rolls but also makes your ass and titties look immaculate. When you answer your door for Todo when he arrives at your apartment, he just about faints. “Oh, my God,” he gasps, his eyes comically wide. “Princess, you look so…so…”

He clears his throat and clenches his fists at his sides. “No,” he firmly says. “No inappropriate compliments…yet.” You flush at his reaction, feeling better about this date already despite feeling nervous at the idea of being watched while you work out. “You don’t look bad yourself, big guy,” you giggle, patting him on his big, beefy chest.

He takes your hand and walks you outside, standing beside you like a big, burly bodyguard. Once out in the chilly night, you turn to him. “Now which way are we walking?” Todo raises an eyebrow at you. “Walking?” he parrots, confused. “Oh, no, no, no, sweetie! You’re not walking and getting those pretty shoes all dirtied up. Allow your personal ride to give you a lift.”

He gives you a wink before scooping you up into his huge arms like you weigh nothing. You gasp as your feet dangle off of the concrete and he begins to walk. “Todo!” you squeal. “Stop, I’m too–“

“Don’t say it,” he growls, his brown eyes flashing. “You’re never too heavy for the likes of me, my sweet. Now pipe down and enjoy this ride or you won’t be getting another one later tonight.” You pipe down as he orders, not wanting to miss out on another "activity" once the date is through (but you know you’d get to anyway because Todo is addicted to you).

The session takes place at the gym Todo is a member of where he introduces you to some regulars and friends of his who you’re 90% sure flirt with you. The atmosphere is nice and relaxing with fake candles lit, the scent of incense in the air, and free snacks and fruit-infused water set aside after the session ends.

The instructor sits among all of the couples, including you and Todo. “Welcome to our very first couples’ yoga,” she chirps into her headset. “We’re going to start off with some warm up stretches and then get into the poses. Remember to breathe and be one with your partner tonight.”

It’s impossible to not be “one” with Todo when he has his hands on you every minute during warmups and poses––on your hips, your back, your thighs, your waist. He pretends that he isn't trying to rile you up, but you know different, especially when you bend down to touch your toes as instructed.

Todo stands behind you, holding your hips in place and placing his foot between yours so they are square and grounded. You gasp when you feel him press against your backside in his gym shorts. “Careful now, princess,” he chuckles. “You wouldn’t want to cause something you weren’t intending to.”

You know it’s too late for that shit. And it’s too late for you too. When you slowly release the pose and rise, Todo’s muscular body pressed against you from the back causes every part of you to become aroused. Your heart pounds, your breathing is labored, and those familiar and agonizing tingles between your thighs make an appearance. “Nicely done, princess!” he praises you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Those pants do wonders for you.”

His hand sneaks down to give your plump ass a squeeze, making you gasp and nervously scan the room for anyone watching.

Your arousal only increases not just because the poses and having Todo so close, but because of his attentiveness and the praise he gives you with every pose you do. During one that is particularly straining on your legs where Todo and you sit face to face and he pulls you into a forward bend by your arms, he keeps his eyes steadily on you, paying close attention to your body. “Deeper, sweetie,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”

You whimper at the burning in your arms and thighs as you’re pulled lower and lower to the ground. “Todo,” you whine. “It hurts!” Unbeknownst to you, Todo feels his heart burst for you, his pretty, pretty princess, doing this all for him. “I know, but it’s good for you! And you’re doing so, so well for me.”

A glutton for praise, you inwardly leap at this and hold the pose until, finally, you’re able to stop. “And release,” the instructor says. “Very good!” You groan in relief as you sit up and Todo releases your hands in replacement for your thick thighs. “Very good,” he parrots, smiling proudly at you. “Now don’t you feel all stretched out?”

His big hands begin to massage your aching thighs and calves, his fingers making your body tingle. “Hardly,” you giggle, biting your lip as you stare at him through your lashes. “But maybe something else can help with that.” Todo smirks, on the same type of time you’re on tonight.

NSFW

And hours later in your bedroom, Todo gives you his own remedy for stretching.

He has you in the same pose you did before, standing with your feet width apart and attempting to touch your toes. The only difference is now you’re naked and your man’s big, thick dick is stretching you out as he slams his hips into you from behind, making your ass and titties jiggle. “Such a good, good girl takin’ orders,” he coos, one hand palming your breast “You deserve a reward after this.”

You whine in pleasure and protest, your knees starting to buckle from the effort it takes to hold your pose despite the searing pleasure you feel. “C’mon, baby, touch your toes,” Todo says, stroking your backside. “I know you can do it. Just breathe for me.”

His gentle touches only make matters worse, your pussy beginning to throb and gush all over his balls and down your thighs. “Todo!” you yelp. “T-Too much! Too much dick!”

You try to squirm away, but Todo grips you to him, causing his cock to sink deeper inside of you. “Ah-ah, princess,” he tuts, poisoning his hips faster into your wet heat. “Don’t run from me now. This is what you get for wearin’ that shit tonight at yoga. Do you know how hard that got me for you? Do you understand how hot you are?”

His luscious moans and grunts fill your ears as he takes your pussy harder, faster, fucking you in a way that is so primal and mind-blowing that you see stars. “A-Ah, fuck!” you loudly moan, close to screaming. Your knees buckle and you have to catch yourself on one hand to avoid falling face flat on the floor.

“Well, now you do,” he huffs, “and now, you’re gonna take that dick like a good little yoga bunny if you wanna cum. Is that clear?” He pulls you back by your hair, making you gasp at the sensation of being yanked back. “Yes!” you yelp. “Yes, baby, I promise!”

Todo releases you, pulls out of you with a soft groan, and turns you around to press a sweet, gentle kiss to your lips. You shiver at the sweetness, your hands stroking all over his lusciously hard and toned body. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now up you go.”

He hooks his arms underneath your legs and picks you up, holding you up by your ass to sink his cock into you again. There, in the middle of your bedroom floor, he begins fucking you while standing up, his heavy balls slapping your clit that begs for release. You have no choice but to grip onto him and stare into his eyes as he fucks you silly, bouncing you up and down on his hard dick.

“And don’t worry, princess: your man can handle anything. Just feel good on my cock, okay?”

You only moan in response, going dumb from his dick and the pleasure he gives you. With every mind-melting, orgasmic thrust he gives you, he only says three words that are punctuated by each thrust: “Happy. Valentine’s. Day.”

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A Sensual Surprise 🩵

Satoru Gojo X Black Fem Reader smut🤎💦 (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️)

It's four in the morning and you're long gone fast asleep in bed, having drifted off to sleep hours and hours ago.

The place is quiet, not a single sound in your apartment except for the soft, minor key ambient music playing from your Macbook on the dresser a few feet from your bed.

It's a fairly new discovery for you, ambient music. The ethereal eleven hour long youtube video with visuals of space and surreal looking art of planets showed from the dimmed down laptop screen. It was the perfect way to help you get a full nights sleep, especially during times like these when Satoru is off somewhere being a hero.

Sometimes it's a few days, others it's weeks, and then the worst ones of all...when he's gone for a month or more.

It's been eight weeks since Satoru had to leave for Europe, Austria to be exact. You'd never been, yet you always hear folks saying how it's so beautiful, and so of course you were excited and suggested to come along with him this time. But Satoru's protective over you, and always thinks realistically.

"You know that's not a good idea. I can't be worried about your safety while I'm working." He'd said, his tone dead serious yet soft.

"I know..." You sighed with a disappointed frown, feeling your heart sink to your feet.

"Just stay home, baby. I'll come back." He hummed, lifting your chin up and leaning down to plant a little kiss on your lips.

You don't get to really talk to him much during these times when he's working from far away, the time zones and overall busyness making it nearly impossible to communicate for longer than a few short texts back and forth, or a couple minutes phone call.

At this point you felt you were basically in a long distance relationship, but you love Satoru, so you're always faithful and wait for him to come back home with as much patience as you can muster.

Tonight though, your wait would soon be over. Satoru had been planning his surprise for you days before he'd get on his flight back to Japan, and now he could finally execute it in real time.

He eased his way into the apartment, shutting the front door quietly and making his way to the bedroom. One by one he sheds off his clothes and sets down the bags on bags of random gifts and trinkets he got for you while in Austria.

He couldn't help the wide, loving smile that made it's way across his lips as he watched your sleeping form on the queen sized bed. His heart was so warmed, he found you just so damn cute with your relaxing music on to help you sleep without him.

You were laying on your back, wearing your light blue, satin bonnet with a cute bow that he picked out for you himself a few months ago at the quaint new beauty supply store you'd tried out. He knew you always wore that one specifically whenever he was away. He made a mental note to steal it and wear it himself tomorrow when you finally take it off just to mess with you and make you laugh.

He eagerly pulls the sheets and comforter from the foot of the bed, untucking it as he sneaks underneath. You've always been an extremely light sleeper, hearing every single little noise, so over time he's gotten his technique together so he doesn't prematurely wake you up and scare you.

He gets to around your pretty thighs, slowly opening your legs so he could rest himself right in between. He pauses, feeling you slightly stir and try to reposition your legs how you had them before, yet stop when your body gives up.

"Don't wake up, baby..." He coos barely above a whisper, using all his might not to rush into his plan.

You're wearing your usual sleep attire, nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. He'd prefer it if you skipped on the panties as it would make what he's about to do easier, but he can work with it.

Satoru shifts your legs over his broad, muscular shoulders, licking his lips excitedly as he goes to slowly shift your cute, black panties to the side. You stir again, this time a bit more than before, but by now he doesn't really care too much. His warm lips graze and brush against your soft, smooth thighs, basking in the feeling of your skin against his once again.

He plants the most gentlest kisses up each leg, up and up until he reaches his most precious treasure.

All it took was one kiss against your clit to wake you, jumping slightly as your hands fly downwards to his head underneath the covers. You let out a noise of shock and confusion, your mind feeling disoriented since you were so abruptly ripped out of your sleep.

Satoru continues on anyways as if nothing even happened, stroking your thighs with his hands as he gives a long, slow lick between your folds. A blend between a gasp and moan breaks past your lips, eyes widening as you rip the blankets away.

You're speechless, only able to look down in astonishment. Blue eyes meet your pretty dark brown ones, a light chuckle vibrating against your pussy.

"S-Satoru..?" You mutter breathily, your voice a bit raspy and weak.

"Mhmm." He moans back, running circles around your clit with his tongue. You wanted to talk more, tell him you're so glad he's back, and that you missed him so much, but the way he's eating you out so slowly and passionately is making your head spin even more than it already was.

"Mmmmm." You moan lowly, taking your hands and placing them in his soft, white hair. The once ethereal music-filled bedroom now became a cacophony of lewd moans, panting, and the sloppy wet sounds of his tongue lapping against your needy pussy.

"You missed me, baby?" He purrs between licks, looking deep into your eyes.

"Mhmm! S-so much." You moan airily, beginning to tug onto his hair.

His tongue moved faster, skillfully attempting to bury itself inside your little hole, then flicking and swirling around your clit.

"Ooooooh", You throw your head back in ecstasy, "Don't stop, don't stop!"

Your legs start to shake, quickly becoming overwhelmed as you reach what would be your first orgasm of the night.

"Cum on my tongue, princess." He commands lowly. Your back arches off the bed, eyes squeezing shut. You do exactly as he says, clenching your thighs around his face as you cum right on his eager tongue. Satoru laps up every last bit of your (what he believes strongly is) honey-like cum, not letting a single drop of nectar go to waste.

You pant heavily, trying to come down from the high he granted you yet his tongue keeps going, not even bothering to slow down a little bit.

It was then that you immediately realize it was definitely going to be a long night, and you didn't mind in the slightest.

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"Mmmm, I missed my tight little pussy so much." He moans lowly, rolling his hips into you harder.

You'd lost count how many times he'd made you cum at this point, you were a hot mess, legs held open wide by his large hands as he pounds into you. The way his hips snap into yours makes you see stars, eyes rolling back as your pussy keeps tightly squeezing his dick.

"I-I can't....baby!" You whimper, trying to tell him you were tapping out. To be honest, you'd tapped out waaaay long ago while he was still just eating you out, but he didn't care.

Satoru was focused, set on a mission to beat his pretty pussy up all night into the morning, making you cum as many times as he sees fit. You love the way he looks on top of you, so damn sexy with his hair sticking to his skin, and those big muscles you love tensing and releasing with every stroke.

"You're doin' so good taking this dick, baby. Creamin' all over me..." He coos into your ear, keeping his strokes hard and deep. His right hand releases your leg, placing itself right on your neck and choking you just the way he knows you like it. Your body shakes violently underneath him, about to cum again just from the sound of his voice and his hand around your throat.

"Oh my god! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You announce frantically, digging your nails roughly into his back as your walls flutter, granting him yet another sweet orgasm.

"Fuuuck babygirl. You look so pretty cumming all over me like that."

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Y'all this idea hit me literally out of nowhere and I JUST HAD to get to typin'!!!

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romiantic · 8 months

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DATING SATORU GOJO PT. 2

part two of text messages between you and your boyfriend satoru gojo <3

→ READING: gn!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + mention of periods, mention of drugs (meth), gojo gets blocked again 🙁, satoru gojo….a warning himself

→ A/N: part two cause tumblr has a ten image limit and I find that stupid asf 😁🫶🏽. here’s part one btw !

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⭑ ngl, this one made me giggle 🤣. this man is so annoying yet I love him so much

⭑ these are literally screenshots I had from part one, they just didn’t make it cause of the stupid image limit

⭑ thank y’all for the insane amount of love in part one 🫶🏽. if y’all want more parts, lemme know !

⭑ if y’all wanna see this with another character, lemme know !

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stnexus · 7 months

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eat you up…!

NSFW, 18+, SMUT, MINORS DNI

satoru gojo x black!fem!reader

summary: gojo gets way too many ideas when he’s on an energy high after working out. like fucking you on the floor of the home gym just for fun.

content(s): pre-established relationship (gojo + reader), reader is a college student, mirror sex, spitting, one (1) spank, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (male + female receiving), pretty light, gojo got some humor in here, please make sure you read everything before proceeding! be safe xoxo!

names used (?): pretty girl, baby, babygirl, princess, slut, pretty slut

word count: 3.2k+

boredom seemed to play at the edge of your mind as you found yourself sat in the middle of the bed. papers surrounding you as the light from your laptop illuminated your face. the warmth of the laptop grazed over your legs as its internal fans turned on to cool it down. it had been almost two and a half hours of you doing homework — your eyes were beyond tired from the concentration it took.

running a hand over your face, you paused to rub at your eyes. a yawn escaping your glossed lips. deciding to take a break, you stretched as you pulled yourself off of the bed, standing to your complete height. in the process you had gently pushed your papers and laptop over to your side of the bed, your (satoru’s) long black shirt swaying over your brown thighs as you moved.

grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand beside the bed, you took note that it was empty. and with no time wasted you made your way to the kitchen. opening one side of the fridge to grab the pitcher of filtered water and filling your pink water bottle.

as you closed the door of the fridge, you leaned your back against the kitchen isle. your acrylics tapping against it as boredom began to set in again.

the house was too quiet. aside from your gulps of water and the thrumming of music being filtered out of a room down the hall. satoru had insisted on having an in home gym, something he’d said about not having to leave every time he wanted to workout. he’d spent quite a lot of time setting everything up, but once he had done so he was ecstatic.

from a treadmill, to a weight rack, it seemed like he had found everything he needed. as you sauntered down the hallway, you laid a knock on the wooden door. until you realized he most likely couldn’t hear you over the sound of the music that was muffled on your side. with a twist of the silver handle, you pushed the door open slightly — just enough to poke your head through and get a peek.

you were met with the view of your boyfriend stood in the middle of the spacious room, doing arm curls with a dumbbell. a white t-shirt thrown on, though he had maneuvered one arm out of it as if he were in the process of taking it off and gave up. gray cotton shorts hung lowly on his hips, his white hair pushed away from his face with a black headband. sweat seemed to accent every bit of his form.

the imagery actually stopped you in your tracks. your lips slightly parted as you tried to blink away any thoughts. he’s definitely gotta be tired, now is not the time.

“ya’ know i can feel you staring right?” gojo’s voice broke you out of your short trance. setting the dumbbell down and pausing the music, your boyfriend moved to face you, turning his head away from the wall of mirrors in front of him as he did so. placing his hands on his hips, sending a smile your way, “…don’t get shy. you like what you see. i know, babygirl.”

“satoru shut the hell up,” you spoke after smacking your lips with a small eye roll. he was always being cocky with the little jokes he made, but that was part of what you loved about him. fully entertaining the room — water bottle in hand, gojo met you halfway. bending towards you to plant a kiss on your lips. his tongue swiping over your bottom lip in the process. “no you didn’t just lick my lipgloss off my lip…”

“mmm, cherry flavored,” the blue eyed man hummed as he purposefully ignored your statement. his white eyelashes fluttering as he joked. taking in your appearance he internally groaned, working out always made him extra excited. his energy was already through the roof, but working out was like an extra kick.

“and you brought me some water? look at my princess being nice.” he teased as he reached for the pink water bottle in your hand. only for you to pull it out of his reach; even though let’s be real here, that height and those long arms had such an advantage over you.

“i’m so close to throwing the water on you, actually,” you joked back as he laughed and grabbed at your waist, pulling you towards his sweaty form. “ewww, ‘toru…you’re all sweaty!” you spoke in between laughter as he planted kisses all over your face.

“…‘bet i could make you sweat too,” he spoke as he continued with his kisses, his breath fanning your face as he spoke right next to your ear. his statement was only a partial joke. he didn’t know about the warmth that stirred up in your lower stomach at his proclamation. ceasing his actions he used your lowered guard to grab your water bottle from your hand, popping the top open and talking long sips.

“don’t drink all of it i just re—” your words were cutoff by one loud obnoxious gulp signifying gojo had drank everything in the bottle. “…filled. you are such a headache.”

setting the bottle on the floor away from you both gojo grabbed at your waist once more. fingers drifting a little lower. his eyes trained on your face as if he were waiting for something. “i’m your headache, baby. and you know…i’m kinda hungry too.”

“oh, for real?” you hummed, “whatchu feel like eating?” you questioned teasingly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips once again.

“well, you came in here looking real good,” gojo started to speak. his hand trailed over your butt until he reached to the the hem of your shirt (his shirt), hands gliding up the back of your thighs and underneath the shirt to grab at your butt. “you only came in here with this shirt and…a pair of these pretty little panties.” he spoke as he slowly raised the shirt over your hips, looking down at the view of your white underwear with a cute little flower on the lacy trim.

“i think, it would only be right to eat you up. right here.” his hands continued to grab at your butt, kneading you under the palm of his hands. as he bent towards you and pressed his lips against your neck, listening to a light laugh that left your mouth before you began speaking.

“i would’ve thought all that energy would’ve been used on working out,” you teased. “i should’ve known better.”

“yeah you should’ve, i always have the energy for you pretty girl,” gojo replied as he made his way back up to your lips. tongue peeking out through your shared kiss as he pulled you down to the wooden floor beneath you both.

pulling away to pull his white shirt off himself completely he could’ve lost his mind as the sight of you. you sat in his lap, barely clothed cunt pressed right up against his crotch. sliding his hands under the shirt you wore he helped you pull it up over your head and off completely, throwing it somewhere around the room. gojo let out a groan as your breast were freed, your brown nipples budding to attention. pressing kisses on your collarbone and just above your nipples.

“i can touch you right here, baby?” he asked as if he were new to the view of your body. he liked to drag on the process, being a tease whenever he could. but a small mhmm, go ‘head ‘toru, was all he needed to hear. pinching at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and middle fingers.

“can i use my mouth here too, pretty girl?” he questioned, and with no hesitation you agreed.

“ ‘toruuu stop playin’ around,” you groaned out at the stimulation he was giving your nipples.

“maybe i like to play with my food a little before i eat, hm,” gojo teased with a light laugh, “you know me, i’m a man who gets really sidetracked sometimes…”

“satoru, i swear if you—” your words were cut short by gojo’s lips enveloping one of your nipples. your acrylic adorned fingers threaded through his white tufts. feeling his tongue running over your nipple while his now free hand grabbed at your waist, his other hand continuing to tweak and flick at your unattended to nipple. a few moans slipped from your lips as he moaned against you, your thinly clothed cunt grinding against his shorts, directly over his hardening cock.

“well would you look at that,” gojo quipped as he moved to your other nipple, sucking for just a brief moment. “you taste just as good as ever baby…” you let out a small whine as gojo pulled away, guiding you to lean back and press your back onto the wood flooring. his hands guiding you gently. with a teasing laugh he began to kiss down your body — beginning at the middle of your chest, and kisses landing on your lower stomach.

“satoru,” you spoke as your hips moved slightly in order to cause some form of friction for the pool of heat growing between your legs. “please touch me…”

“i’ll do more than touch you,” satoru stated as he became eye level with your clothed center. spreading your legs for easy access as his breath fanned over you. he took in the wet spot decorating your pretty underwear. “yeah, i’m going to eat you up…”

with that gojo’s tongue licked at the wet spot, licking softly at your covered pussy. pressing his nose right up against your soft little bud through your panties he inhaled and breathed out with a deep sigh, laying a gentle kiss on your cunt. without moving his face, gojo maneuvered his slender fingers towards your underwear, pulling them to the side as he took in your glistening pussy.

“i can put my mouth right here too, right honey?”

“satoru, f—fuck, yes. you’re pissin’ me off…” you groaned at his teasing nature. feeling his breath brush over your most vulnerable spot was like torture, his pretty blue eyes twinkled as they locked on your own as he smiled. everything was so fucking funny to him. and his smile didn’t dare falter as he used his thumb and index finger to spread your cunt, getting a better look at your twitching pussy. he hadn’t even done anything yet — but here your were. soaking.

“i guess my food is a little snippy today, huh?” gojo joked, “but that’s alright, i’ve got something that can fix that.” running his tongue over your exposed clit, he took a long and harsh suck at the sensitive little spot. pulling a pretty cry from your lips. pulling back to let his thumb rub circles at the little button, gojo hummed as saliva formed in his mouth. spitting at your pretty pussy, the man groaned as his hips shifted against the wooden flooring.

“fuck you taste as good as always, always taste so good f’ me,” your boyfriend groans as his face is buried beneath your legs once more. licking, kissing, and sucking away at your perfect little clit. it felt like he was making out with your pussy, especially with how he kept mumbling about how perfect you were for him.

“look at her, she’s just so pretty and she looks so tight,” gojo cooed as he looked up at you, “maybe i should help her relax a bit, huh princess?”

“y—yeaa, do whatever you want,” you spoke almost drunkenly on the way gojo was making you feel. and he took your invitation well, because soon enough there was two fingers working you open while his tongue worked against your clit. his pale and slender fingers working in and out, fingertips dragging across your most sensitive spots inside you. scissoring you open whenever he deemed it appropriate.

“such a good girl,” gojo complimented as he watches you clench around his fingers. leaving a messy ring of cream all over them as you neared your release.

“ ‘toruuu i need t’ cu—cummm” your moan turn into a drawn out hum as you mind seemed to flutter along with your lower stomach.

“come on then princess, cum all over your man’s face,” he coaxed, fingers curling to hit your gspot repeatedly. his tongue leaving perverted amount of saliva all over your cunt, you were sure that was a mix of saliva and your arousal dripping onto the floor beneath you. you felt your stomach tightening as you listened to his words, the coil that was tightening in your stomach springing to life as you released all over his tongue.

and gojo would not let a drop go to waste as he licked all over your spent cunt. moaning into you as he grounded his hips into the floor beneath him. taking one more harsh suck at your clit as he pulls way. peering at your out of breath form as he set himself up on his knees, gojo pulled his cock out above the waistband of his underwear and shorts. your wetness still adorning his face.

his tip was sticky with precum, and it dribbled a bit down towards his shaft. the tip was definitely a bit red from how hard he was, his shaft still a little pale in comparison, blueish veins decorating his cool toned skin. his size was always a bit intimidating at first, he’s thick and long, but he knows just how to fuck you.

“ ‘wanna suck you off first…toru,” you spoke breathlessly as you pushed yourself up on your elbows. looking at his flushed skin, a natural blush forming on his cheeks and across his chest.

“yea..? get on your knees then pretty girl.”

watching him stand to his full height, you did as he said. your knees pressed into the stiff flooring. your knees would definitely pay for this later on, but right now that wasn’t a thought. hell, you don’t even know if you could form a thought beyond getting fucked out by your boyfriend.

sliding your tongue from the underside of his dick to the tip, you made sure to collect enough spit in your mouth as your lips wrapped around his tip. making sure your teeth didn’t hurt him in the process.

“uh— f—uck,” gojo choked out, “i see you don’t play around.” he teases as he thinks about how he always toys with you.

you roll your eyes as you look up at him, your eye contact crumbling him in ways you couldn’t even imagine. grabbing at your braids the white haired man pulled them into a lazy makeshift ponytail as your head bobbed up and down. his length disappearing and reappearing partially between your lips. whatever you couldn’t suck, your hand was wrapped around as it moved along with your other movements.

“shit…you’re so fucking good, such a little slut sometimes,” gojo groaned as his his hips began to move, careful to not gag you at the moment. “my little slut…my pretty slut…”

“(y/n)…” your boyfriend moaned out as he tapped at your cheek, “come on b—baby stop, i wanna fuck you…”. pulling at the makeshift ponytail, gojo pulled you away from his cock. watching as a string of saliva followed you as you pulled away. your lips glistening in the low light of the home gym. the sight alone was almost enough to make him cum. a small huff left his lips as he looked down at you, then back up at the wall of mirrors in front of you both. then that’s when it hit him all at once.

“face down, ass up. turn towards the mirror,” he ordered as he sunk back down to his knees. “yeaaa, good girl…” he cooed as you listened. a pretty arch being your resting position, your chin resting on your folded arms as you looked towards the mirrors. gojo gripped at your waist with one hand as he slid his cock over your cunt, bumping into your clit many times. every time causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

“tell me what you want. i wanna hear it,” gojo spoke, his voice seemed strained. like he was losing his mind just as much as you.

“ ‘wantchu t’ fuck me satoruuu, please…!” you whine through your still spit glistening lips.

“of course, pretty girl,” he had obviously lost his desire to joke around with how he began to push into you. pushing in until his hips met the plush feeling of your ass, the back of your thighs touching the front of his. pulling out slowly he listened to your pretty sounds, looking at your reflection in the mirrors. your lips parted, eyes heavy and lidded. and that’s what he liked to see.

gojo’s hip rolled against you slow and steady. his balls slightly bumping into your clit with each movement. it was like he was giving you a break when he pulled away only to split you open again and again over his thick length.

“s—satoruuu,” you whimpered, “it feels so good…”

“mhmm, ya’ want more?” he asked as his slow rhythm continued. a pretty ring of you arousal clinging to his cock. coating him every time he sheathed himself inside you.

“y—yea,” you moaned out.

planting one of his feet on the side of your body, gojo steadied himself. both of his hand grabbing at your waist now. his rhythm picking up speed as his hips begin to rock at a faster pace. he watched as your eyes began to close as you began to lose focus on your image in the mirror, letting go of your waist for just a second to land a smack on your ass. then placed his hand back.

“keep those eyes open, or i’ll stop,” he threatened. but he himself could barely believe his words, you felt too good. looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t shake the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your clit, him stretching you out and seemingly hitting every spot possible inside your drooling pussy. your whines and cries reverberated off the walls of the home gym, you were sure if anyone nearby paid attention they’d hear you.

“so fuckin’ messy, you’re wetting the fuckin’ floor up…” gojo took note of a string of arousal that left a thin line from your pussy to the floor beneath you.

“f—uuck, ‘toru, imma cum a—again…” you whined, your voice raising an octave. your stomach felt tight, like you had been the one exercising.

“go ahead, i’m not stopping you,” gojo huffed out at he maintained eye contact through the reflection in the mirror. arm wrapping around you to rub your clit in fast tight circles. his hips stuttered as you tightened around him, creaming all over his cock and sucking him in like you didn’t want him to leave. but what was the icing on the cake was the begging words that left your mouth as you came.

“cum in me please, ‘toru. please, ah fuuuck, please cum in mee,” your pleads were like hearing a fucking siren song. his hips continue to stutter as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling his sticky seed inside you. his breath hitching in his throat as he let out a breathy whine. sliding out of you felt like leaving heaven, and he rested on his knees once again. grabbing you up and pulling you towards him before your legs gave out.

“i might just start fucking you in here instead of working out, actually, ” he confessed with a heavy sigh as he still attempted to catch his breath.

“you are so unserious, satoru gojo.”

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