#. ۫ ۶ৎ . 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 '𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ﹕ satoru gojo ꒱ . ˚◞✧

[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁˖ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 GUYS MY AGE

˚₊‧꒰ა older boyfriend jjk men ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

guys your age just don't know how to do it, do they? nothing to worry 'bout when he's nearly twice your age hunny. ⌇ based off guys my age - hey violet

starring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ g. satoru, n. kento, g. suguru

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ minors dni, age gap ꒰ 40s/20s ꒱, semi-public, fingering, brat taming, praise, degradation, overstim, orgasm denial, pussy spanking, thigh riding, spanking, sweetnana, meantoru, meansugu 𓂃 wc ⌇ 2.7k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ older bf brain go brrr . . . really hope my toru bias ain't obvious. art cred ⌇ yamada_souko, ru_ka_night

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to treat me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ N. Kento

Silk slipped through your fingers like liquid gold. Velvet kissed your skin in whispers you could barely afford. Each sapphire along the silver bracelet hugging your wrist winked at you. Don't even get started on your heels, your earrings, the fourth shopping bag laid idly beside its friends from three other stores.

The cherry on top? Two large hands scorned from years of work yet ever gentle in their smooth trace down your curves.

"I think this dress suits you well, don't you, darling?" Even Kento's kisses felt expensive. The grandest of jewels laid over your shoulder as if you deserved each one. Hell, as if you deserved every store your pretty little self stepped into it.

"Well . . ." you roved over the mirror's scene. Your beloved was behind you with his hands worshipping every crevice and crook of your body, his lips painting affection across your shoulders and neck. The dress was gorgeous, comfortable, the finest material only for his darling.

Instead of the silk, your eyes drew to the price tag written in invisible ink between the creases.

"It's a bit pricey. I don't think I'm worth all this expense."

His lips paused. Glued to the junction between your shoulder and neck. One comment and suddenly, his gaze flickered to you. As if that alone would reverse time and have you gulping the words down instead.

Kento stilled, then asked — even if it didn't sound like a question. Low, quiet:

"Come again?"

Silk was the least of your concerns. Slick became all you knew. Pooled around his palm and messing up his favourite watch you're sure. Not that you could see with your vision impaired by his chest. Your front flushed into him while his hand worked endlessly behind.

Fingers tremble in his shirt. Each twitch another apology to his digits pumping fluidly into your syrupy slit. They fucked until the knuckle, withdrew every few shallow thrusts, then slammed back in until you were drooling all over his blue fabric.

"K-Kennn - please," you hiccuped, forearms flushed tighter to his chest as you peeked at the mirror behind you. Panties pulled to the side and hanging on a limb while his hand pistoned into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"Sssh darling. You're too pretty to be talking about yourself like that." His drawl rumbled into your ear after a soft kiss pressed against it. His wrist rotated and you choked a moan as he braced speed.

"Too pretty to beg. Don't want to hear that ever again. You hear me?"

Nods were all you could manage. Your thighs squeezed tighter, but it didn't matter to his large hand. His free one caressed your side with his strong arm steeling you against him. Trapping you as he fucked all your insecurities out in splutters and squirts.

Kento crooked into a spot that made you bite down on his shirt, whimpering. Your hips bucked helplessly with your pitiful little — "Ken - Kento 'm gonna - I'm cumming, please? Please can I cum? Pleaseplease?"

He huffed again. This time his thumb joined on you clit. Flicking up to reprimand the nub together with his now ruthlessly pumping fingers. You keened and limped into him. Legs shaky on designer heels surely messed with your cunt gushing juices.

"Come now darling. Ask, don't beg."

You hiccuped and pressed tighter into him. Tears heavy on your lashes as you squeezed your eyes shut and mouthed on his already damp shirt. "Please - please make me cum? Kento - hngh!"

He circled on a bundle of nerves he knew would loosen the knot. Your pussy throbbed and with one final burst of heat, you bubbled cream all over his palm. He eased you into a slower grind, his thumb circling your clit a few more times before finally halting.

Your face is pulled into his free hand. You found comfort in his palm and whimpered as he brushed your tears away.

"Look at me, sweetheart." When you did, a tender kiss met your glossy lips. "Never want to hear that from you again, alright?"

"Mhhm."

"There's my good girl."

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to touch me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Satoru

You wouldn't consider yourself a shittalker, but when it came to boys, you were never the type to hold your tongue. If you had a dollar for every asshole with a god-complex you encountered and ten for each one you dated, you'd be able to pay off your student loans. But Satoru's got that covered.

Ah yes, Satoru, who sat beside you with an idle scroll of his phone. His long arm draped over your shoulders as he fell into yet another cat video trap. He was freed from his third-going-onto-forth loop when whatever video you stumbled upon caught his ear.

"Ladies, best believe. The second orgasm is a myth."

His pale brow arched and he sneaked a sideways glance to garner your expression. What's with that look? "Kinda bs, huh sweetheart?" He tested the waters and immediately burned when you shrugged your shoulders.

"Dunno. Guys can barely give one, let alone two."

His smile froze and the sideways look turned into a small stare. The thumb that had paused in its lazy circles on your shoulder started up again. As if trying to coax a correct answer out of you.

"Can't disagree with that. But cut us some credit yeah?"

"Nah, boys can't do shit."

His second brow joined as they both raise further. His smile tightened at the little scowl you present him, as if he represented every male on earth. Satoru knew that look well. It's one you've been testing him with for the past couple of weeks. This was aimed.

Yes, Satoru hadn't made you cum more than once, but not due to lack of skill. You were young, sensitive, one was enough for now. He had to ease you into everything he knew — but there goes that brat again thinking she can take it rough.

"But not me though, right sweet girl?" He hoisted you closer, his shades falling down the bridge of his nose. Blue eyes dimmed to a murky ocean and the pattern of his thumb ran firmer. He was giving you an out —

Yet there you were, smiling sarcastically. "Not sure, Satoru. I think you're just like all these other boys in my phone."

And that's how you wound up eating those words in the form of pitched moans and drool. Back to his chest, legs hooked over his knees that locked them open like a clamp. A strong arm flexed around your middle where he bundled you so easily in his lap. Steeling you still and helpless to the mess you're squirting everywhere.

"Toru - toru!" Your voice quaked brokenly as you chased air like a luxury. Head hung back on him as you pitifully bucked into two fingers fucking another slew of slick from your raw pussy. Swollen and stringy, spraying squirts and cream with every deep plunge to the knuckle.

"So it's 'toru' now sweets? That you or your pussy talkin'?" He was relentless. Would his arm ever get tired? It hasn't lost pace since he shoved into you. It's been three orgasms, going onto a devastating fourth.

Squelches poured when he stuffed them to the knuckle and shallowly stroked on your sweetspot. His fingertips expertly circled the bundle of nerves then come-hithered until you were keening. The arm on your middle shifted and he bunched on your shirt, yanking it up over your tits with a grip that showed off every vein on his strong hand.

"Oh, what's that? You cummin' baby?" Satoru grinned against your ear, pace speeding to something blinding. "Yeah? What number's that?"

"Dunno — hngh!"

Your lips formed a pitiful pout that split with drool when his thumb attacked your clit and a third finger shoved in simultaneously. You squirmed, but he yanked you back with a greedy tit grope. "Yeah you do, don't wanna hear it."

His wrist flicked, the new position brought an even more brutal pace. He angled specifically to exaggerate your pussy's lewd sloshes and squelches. Another sweetspot became his target and you spewed slick all over his palm, coating his silver watch in gloss. That's fine, he'd make you lick it off later.

"Gimme the number, brat." His hiss punctuated with added pressure, your clit's trapped once more. "Or is all you're good for creaming my fingers? Messing my watch up baby. Pretty pussy's not caring one bit huh?"

His chuckle bordered something cruel. Cruel like his fingers that crooked and abused whatever spot he could find. Who cared if your messy juices painted the couch, his sleeve, hell — the floor with your last squirt?

All he cared about were your whining sobs, your pitiful grinds into his hand that was wayyy too big for you and the wet throbs of your pussy.

Slams pistoned on your gummy walls. You squirmed to no avail and choked another sob as you shivered back onto him. "Toru! T-Toru please!"

"How. Many?"

Your jaw's snatched next. Face squeezed between his flexing fingers as he wrung your head to face him. Teary eyed, drooling, looking like his sweet girl rather than that smart lil' brat. His glare earned your whimpers, but he was still grinning. Still pumping his fingers endlessly. Sharply. "Tell me how many times I made this pussy cum, huh? Tell me."

"T-Two - no - nooo," you whined as your wrong answer came with his fingers yanked out, sticky strings connecting to his hand that soon slapped back on your raw pussy. You jolted, whimpered — but it's cut off into a keened moan when he shoved them back in. "Three - three 'toru -!"

"Thaaatt's it. What's it gonna be?"

"Four - oh god!"

You clenched on his fingers and throbbed over his knuckles. Mouth falling open as he shot his other hand to grip your thigh and ruthlessly ground your shaking self down onto his relentless thrusts. He knew all your signs. The moans caught in your throat. The crossed eyes and drooling, spluttered, ah ah ah! as he fucked the brat right out of you.

The knot in your tummy tightened one more time. Your head tossed back. Body clenching altogether as he trapped you in an endless, devastating bliss. You splattered all over his hand with a broken gasp of his name. Stuttering your thighs as if you had any control. Squelching, gushing, until trickles of cream oozed around his still pistoning hand.

"There she is. There's my sweet girl." At last his affection laves over your neck in kisses. Not that his hand ever stopped. He only shallowed again and started curling more cruelly. Holding you down as you struggled around in his grasp with pitiful lil' 's too much' and 'toru pleaassee'.

You're hot. Bothered. Sticky and whiney as you choke on heated air. He slipped his other hand down to pinch and play with your clit. Egging on your whimpered sobs.

"Boys can't do anything, huh sweetheart?" Satoru crooned into your neck, grinning like the devil before he whispered low and rough in your ear.

"Good thing I'm a man, yeah?"

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to tease me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Suguru

Younger guys never put up much of a fight. Too impatient to deal with your bullshit, too many years ahead of them to fight you on it. Frowns, huffs, the occasional smart comment broke them quicker than they could make you cum on fingers or tongue.

But Suguru? Suguru had patience he wielded in weaponised denial and a handful of years dangling over your head. Acting out with someone nearly twice your age should have been easier.

He should be tired, irritable. Too old to deal with your audacious eye rolls and bratty tongue. In seconds he should have you over his lap, or at the very least his desk. Stuffing you with his fingers, mouth, dick, making you beg for it — putting you in your place.

Only one of those came true over the week you put on your spoilt princess persona and donned your petty crown of attitude. Every snide remark only earned a low a hum, your huffs were returned with his smile, and when you attempted to rile him up with a slutty little skirt and three images to his phone; well, throwing you around was an option only in your imagination, it seemed.

He didn't toss you over the sofa, nor threw you over his shoulder. No, Suguru only smiled. Leaned back into his seat and watched with slithered eyes as you flushed down over his knee.

Your cunt thrummed against your damp panties, hovered over his black jeans with your hands trembled around the same skirt you attempted to drive him wild with. Pretty nails that he paid for clung tight on the fabric, tighter than the line your lips pressed into.

"You really haven't been good to me this week." His sigh came with a calloused thumb tracing down your thigh. You tensed and whimpered. If you gaped at him with those pitifully teary eyes, maybe he'd give in?

"Don't give me that look."

Nevermind. Violet solidified into a patient glare, even with the serene smile he displayed. "Where's my good princess gone? She still in there?"

He drummed atop your cunt and you whined. Wishing he'd go lower - wishing he'd touch you. He only instructed that you lifted your skirt higher and you did so with pouting lips.

"Sugu . . . "

Smack! "Don't wanna hear it right now baby." Your thigh heated under the sting and he withdrew his touch altogether. Greedy, infuriatingly calm eyes roved you entirely before he hummed.

"Tell me what you want."

"You . . ."

"Be specific, brat."

You whimpered when his tone dropped and fiddled with the skirt. You couldn't meet his steady stare. "Wanna. . . wanna grind on your knee. Want you to touch me, please Suguru?"

He breathed deep, another sigh before motioning aimlessly with his hand that laid outstretched together with his arm on the back of the sofa. "Go on then. Grind that pretty pussy down on me. Don't deserve it but, you're lucky you're pretty."

The invisible restraints shattered and you flushed into his knee. Whines broke from your throat as you slowly rocked down on the perch. The angle caught you clit just perfectly but you struggled to maintain it.

Still, you wanted to be good for him. Your throbbing, leaking cunt begged you to. So you reached out for his shirt to stabilise yourself and took up a rocking rhythm. The friction was all you could ask for after a week of denial.

"Hngh - Sugu —"

"There we go," he crooned, that gentle smile returning as he set a hand on your hips. He aided you with small glides, but still let you do all the work. Brats don't get what they want, after all. He leaned his head back onto his fist and drawled deeply. A sharp look returned as he glanced up at you beneath his lashes.

"If you want something, you ask for it. I'm not one of your boytoys."

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[sweethearticism]

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 . ִֶָ๋

ᡴꪫ. smut & oral 𖹭 f. reader 𖹭 part 2 ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

satoru refuses to let you suck him off.

he'll swim between your legs for hours. until his lower face is all glossy and eyes glazed the pussy-drunk daze while he needily laps on your cunt.

but the second you're even beginning to oggle his tent and lower yourself to your knees? he's yanking you up and splaying you over the nearest piece of furniture he can. can't suck his dick when you're dangling over his desk now can you?

at first you assumed maybe he's just not into that. maybe he doesn't feel comfortable with it. you can respect that —

until you found out the real reason.

"I wanna make you feel good instead, baby." you could barely take his pouting seriously as he hovered over you, bare. he'd lean down to nuzzle your neck with a few kisses to follow. "don't want you to worry 'bout me too much. feel good making you feel good."

which started the long and frankly, trifling operation: suck satoru gojo's dick.

the idea that he felt bad over the idea of you pleasuring him reminded you of the same reason you fell in love with him in the first place. no way in hell are you ending this year without getting your boyfriend's cock down your throat!

this strings a series of, honestly, comedic events. you went with the obvious, waking him up with it. you planned strategically, trained yourself to wake up just an hour before him and awaited for the perfect time to strike.

you only got to pulling the waistband of his boxers down before bright blue eyes stared you down, processed, and yanked you over his face instead.

damnit. maybe during a movie? he's so engrossed in his latest geek obsession that surely he wouldn't notice your head lowering, right? until you were nuzzling his crotch through the blanket and he jerked, squeaked, spilling the bowl of popcorn.

"no no no don't even —" buzz.

infinity!? he put infinity on?

"satoru. gojo." you warn through glaring eyes. it ended with you strung over the sofa arm with two, strong hands holding you down while he's ball's deep. fucking you dumb through the end credits with a mean thumb to your swollen clit.

"yeah baby? yeah? so impatient for me huh?" anything to get your mind off of the previous agenda.

don't even try the shower. his hand buried into your hair, yanked you off and then hoisted you. shoved you into the wet tiles to instead get bullied by his cock. legs helplessly strung around his waist while his ragged pants found your ear.

"pretty girl's just so needy huh? wants my cock so bad? you can have it baby, don' worry."

hell, even after a busy week where he's deflated across your bed and you're grinding on him to get you both there. your slick heat coating his pulsating dick. catching his tip on your clit and spilling your joined moans through the room.

the second you tried your luck he's shuffling for a pillow with a rushed; "he's shy! leave him be!"

it seemed that your little operation was failing miserably. satoru is just too fast for you. too infuriatingly good at making your mind go blank with his tongue, mouth or dick. you'd forget what you even started in the first place. but you're a stubborn woman.

so, what's the next scheme?

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

[sweethearticism]

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. part 2 & oral, curse gave him accidental aphrodisiacs oh nooo 𖹭 f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

˖ ࣪ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ the reception for part one was pretty good so I made this a lil longer. eat up ૮𐔌ᡘ ´ ˘ `๑꒱ა !

satoru gojo still won't let you suck him off.

you're on plan f after yet another failed attempt of tending to his morning wood. or maybe it's plan g if you include your attempt at sixty-nining? maybe plan h for thinking handcuffs could hold him? your pussy's still aching after that one. you're starting to lose hope.

but who thought help would come in the form of overworking and curses. two banes in your relationship with the strongest sorcerer — ended up being the ace up your sleeve.

the front door shuts. you brace yourself for warm arms and hearty kisses all down you neck. instead - slump. a sudden weight nearly bucks your knees and you push back to stabilise.

"satoru?" your eyes flutter wide and you spin to the boneless mess that is your boyfriend. blindfold pushed further into tousled hair. no grin, only a low pout. his face warm, bright pink. blue eyes like murky oceans as his forehead slumps into yours.

you don't quite notice the tremble on his lips, or the hitch of his breath when you press closer.

"baby . . . "

"oh toru, you look exhausted."

your tender hands become his sanctuary. his face buries into them while you stroke your thumbs along his cheekbones. dinner would have to wait, your boyfriend needs a shower and sleep.

he's panting, he must be beyond fatigued.

it's what he adored about you; how you took care of him. he — a behemoth next to you, and yet you so dutifully ushered him into the bathroom, helped him into comfortable clothes and laid him on his side of the bed.

"I'll be right back, yeah?" your hand strokes through his hair to lay a kiss on his forehead, before you're off. so blind to the way his fingers thread along your shirt's hem as you part. almost pleading, needing.

satoru groans and tucks his face into the pillow. he feels every breath, every twitch. it's far too warm in these four walls for winter. he just showered but his skin feels clammy. the air in his lungs shallows.

your pillow - your scent. that expensive floral perfume he insisted on buying for you. it does more harm than good. he barely even realised that he'd slowly, sloppily shifted it between his legs. one small roll of his hips devastated him. his head falls into the sheets. another groan. this is torture. how is he already so hard? how is he already throbbing into the fluff —

"toru?" that soft voice will be the death of him. he shakily casts a glance. tries to mouth an apology and fumble your pillow away, but you're over him in seconds. "are you okay? what's going on?"

so understanding. so caring. his throat bobs as he melts into your weight on his back and the thumb on his cheekbone.

"really weird curse today," another throat clear. "so tired. fuck, I didn't realise it even hit me. just feel s'hot, baby. so hot." as if he wasn't sorry for it in the first place, his hips stutter on your pillow again.

it clicks. how glad you are he isn't facing you. the grin you muster is both parts evil and mischievous. as if you cherry-picked the curse on his latest mission. perhaps the universe really is on your side.

"so hot, toru? let me help . . ."

his eyes snap open wide. he knew the second he felt your sneaky palm cupped over his bulge, he just signed his soul off.

and right now? he's too weak to fight you on it.

head tossed back. white strands strung over his sweat-glistened forehead. the pink dust painted into a hot, red blush over his face. every second breath warrants a gulp. wrists tied - frankly loosely - to the headboard. it didn't matter. satoru gojo didn't have his strength in this moment.

"shit - sweetheart - hah." your tongue traces on the lithe bump just below his cockhead. your lips join the mix in a slow suckle. coating his dick in gloss with every tentative movement of your mouth.

you giggle as his hips buck. nimble fingers squeeze around his dick's base you can just barely wrap your hand around. "yeah? you were depriving yourself of this all along, you know."

you smooch a sweet kiss to his tip. slow, sensual, before you start sucking down. from the angle you witness his pretty blue eyes flutter rapidly and nearly roll back. muscles tense as he tugs on his binds. how easy it would be to snap them. if every inch of his body didn't feel on fire. if every little lick and suck didn't have him spilling like a fountain.

"don't . . . 'ont, baby." he struggle through a taut jaw. your lips swiftly trace back down, along that one, throbbing vein on his underside. before your tongue presses flat and strokes a long stripe back to the tip. your hand follows the motion in a jerk. he whines.

"fuck. wait. don't - I — "

velvet wraps around his angry, hot tip once more. this time you take him deeper. push the plush head to the corner of your cheek then withdraw — then back again, this time down your throat.

satoru's eyes widen. pupils blown out. his mouth hangs agape as he focuses his remainder strength on not fucking his dick down your throat. his hands clench. his chest stutters. balls tighten as a release quickly builds, tight in his gut. every bob of your head is a sinful image. with your lips stretched round his girth while you gaze at him through sultry lashes.

fuck, he can't do this. he shouldn't - "babbyyyy," he whines, breathless, pitched. "gotta stop - fuck - gonna cum. please."

pop! you part with a pant while your hand mindlessly keeps a fluid stroke. "why?" airy, near-cruelly, sweetly. "why won't you let me? why are you stopping me?"

"want you t'feel good - wanna make. . . wanna make you feel good too -"

"I do feel good, satoru."

his breath hitches. you give him a glossy smile and trace kisses in a tender circle over his cockhead. together with a squeeze and a thumb stroking vertically onto that prominent vein, you croon.

"feel so good when I'm making you feel good. promise you're not selfish. please? I just wanna show you how much I love you."

another kiss. he's teary with need. it's the aphrodisiac. that damn curse. making him weak, making him vulnerable. but maybe . . . it's worth it, if it's for you,

maybe feeling good isn't such a sin, if it's you.

"okay," he gulps. throat tight. lips trembled. "okay, sweetheart. I'll — mngh!"

it's quite possible all six eyes rolled back. his hips jerk at the sudden warmth engulfing his dick. you took him back down your throat with ease. hand messily pumping on whatever you couldn't fit as you dutifully got to work. head bobbing, cheeks hallowing. how could you possibly be patient?

for months he denied you. half the year, even. deprived you of taste. of the satisfaction to make him feel good. his retribution will come in the back of your throat. his plush, throbbing tip hits it repeatedly and he squirms from the overwhelm.

"baby - fuck-!" snap. one bind falls from his wrist. instead of pushing you away this time, his fingers delve to your scalp and hold. tightly. hips fall into rhythm. he fucks your throat in a way you could only dream of for months. till your eyes are rolling back with his.

spit and slick drip to his thighs. down your chin. a mess you're proud of. you'll pull back to suck near-suffocation on his tip then dive back down when a familiar throb alerts you.

"gonna - g-gonna - shit - babbyyyyy," a small arch finds his back. his hips sloppily, pitifully try to match your pace. his balls throb again. tighten. his tip pulses. he aches in heat, in pleasure. jaw taut and head flung back as you take him higher - and higher — until finally,

"fuck, yes yes yes like that fuuckk."

he bursts. thick ropes of cum cream the back of your throat and your eyes flutter in a sinful display. whites clear with your irises rolled back, but you're still so eagerly gulping him down. every drop. you're sure as hell not wasting after finally getting a taste.

satoru limps. boneless. for once in his life he cannot see anything at all. only white, hot pleasure as his body reels from the intense, blissful tides. every muscle gives out. his hand flops over your head. his hips so needily grind up a few more times. he's lost. shattered.

and you still have the nerve to slowly part with the sweetest kiss to his tip. with a smile so angelic. like you hadn't just crawled from the depths of hell.

his gaze slowly eases to you; your tongue is awaiting. poked from your glossy lips with a glob of his cum trickled. his mouth parts at the sight. eyes crease and squeeze as he tries to catch his breath.

"finally." you croon, gulping down the final wad as you lean over and brush your lips to his. "see baby? see how good I feel when you're feelin' good?"

the wet patch on your panties flushed to his throbbing cock hitches his breath. he deeply groans. nods his head and weakly cranes into you.

"I get it now baby, I get it."

white lashes flutter. he looks at you as though you hung the sun, moon and stars. his lips pull into a tired pout.

"now can you get over my face? need my sweet pussy too."

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[sweethearticism]

˚₊‧꒰ა gojo satoru ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𓂃 ovulation trouble

⤿ ꒰ you get so needy during ovulation but thankfully your boyfriend knows how to handle you ⭒ marathon sex ꒱

"toru— oh my god, toru,"

that's what he loved to hear. arms thrown over his broad shoulders. legs hugging him close. plunging him deeper into your needy, drenched cunt.

"enough for ya sweet girl?" huffed your boyfriend into your ear. his hands splayed over your ass and pressing you further into him. suffocating you in his body that already dwarfed you. "fucking the need right outta this pretty pussy aren't I?"

his filth smoothed with a tender concern for your pleasure. ovulation was always hell on earth for you. it didn't matter how many times you spasmed around your vibrator or endlessly humped your pillow— nothing satisfied you.

it's why you tried to hide away in the shame of your desperation. tried to avoid thinking about sex altogether, and even your boyfriend. lost in your own thoughts and needs. one in particular always reared its ugly head.

could he handle it?

"that's it. there we go pretty. taking it like a good girl."

well, four orgasms, a barely faltered pace, a spluttering tip french kissing your cervix and those endless, darkened blues staring down at you? satoru had proven he could do a lot more than handle it.

your thighs bundled in his palms. you're wrenched back. so pliable. so his. your knees kissed your tits as he pulled you into a void of limitless bliss. the same way he yanked you back on his cock. hammering you down onto his pistoning thrusts.

white clouded your vision. hazes of heat, and nothingness, and him. oh him, your perfect, nymphomaniac boyfriend.

"there she is." his grin carried in the air. flexing forearms slammed beside your head. his face hoovered your dumbstruck expression. "there's my girl, fuck. there's my gorgeous girl."

his thrusts grew near erratic. fucking out every choked moan and whimpered whine your static mind could manage. pleasure weighed on your tongue. lightened only by satoru who swooped in to suck on it with his lips on yours.

he encased your senses. brutal, and beautiful and oh so blissful. bruises painted across the backs of your thighs. you returned them with red scratches down his back. hickies all over your arched neck. tears clouding your eyes as he took you higher- and higher—

"satooorruuuuu," you sobbed. hands abandoning your favourite canvas for his hair instead. he choked a whine.

"talk to me baby," he rasped.

"I'm cumming— cumming - again, please."

please? you needn't beg. not you. his scoff and mindless, ruinous pace said it all. he angled just right. pounding on your sweetspot and catching your clit on his pelvis. fading into a tempo that fucked out that cute little— 'ah ah ah!' from your spit-webbed lips.

"c'mon," he groaned above. cock pulsing at the base, throbbing at the tip.

"cum for me. need it so bad. need my pretty girl to cum— mngh, so I can. please baby? please."

now he's the one begging. you know he doesn't mean it. or does he? the needy rumble in his throat was the last burst. the knot unravelled. you clawed his hair and sobbed his name to the ceiling as it all crashed down. shattering. blinding. his.

"torrruuu ohgod- yesyesyes," he caught your praises with his mouth and gulped them down. losing rhythm in the mindlessness of his bliss before he too crashed. spraying your clenching walls white. creaming you so full that excess squirted from your quivered slit.

the world spun. then stopped. like your head. your heart. you tugged on his strands and he collapsed into you. aimlessly humping and grinding until your whines became one.

"more," you croaked.

"more?" he laughed. broken, manic.

you pushed on his shoulders with little strength. he let you. tumbling back into the bed and instinctively cupping your ass. the rhythm flowed so natural. a choreography of your passion and need with him as your lovely partner. always ready to catch you.

"I've got you sweetheart," his deep drawl came with a promise, sealed by his bucking hips and guiding hands. fucking you down on his still hard, overly sensitive cock. guess that makes the both of you. your pussy wept with her need.

still you clung around him. face buried into his neck. drooling. crying.

"toru, toru toru — toru,"

"yeah yeah, let it out." he huffed into your ear. bouncing you just right. aiming just perfect. giving you exactly what you needed and so much more.

"gotta make sure my girl's got it all. give her all of this dick cause she fuckin' deserves it."

and still, he pressed a loving kiss to your hair.

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[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 How To Be A Good Girl

˚₊‧꒰ა jjk men & women ﾉ subby.ᐟf. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

oh you're such a darling, especially in the bedroom. so eager to please & for bliss that you listen so obediently. how do they react to your submission?

starring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ g. satoru, g. suguru, r. sukuna, i. shoko, t. yuki

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ minors dni, fingering, oral ꒰ f.receiving ꒱, penetrative sex, rough sex, teasing, humping, overstim, dumbification, praise, degradation, overstim, orgasm denial, cockwarming, thigh riding, body worship, scissoring, throne sex, meantoru, meansugu, pussy whippedsho, reverentkuna, meanyuki 𓂃 wc ⌇ 2.4k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ writing for toru makes me feral, requested. art cred ⌇ ru_ka_night, kinoko927513 (twt)

˖ 𑣲 Feral devotion ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Satoru

oh satoru loveeessss his little submissive sweetheart. what he loves especially? teasing the hell out of you. you're so eager to please and listen to him. laying on your back and already peeling your shirt over your tits for him, since you know he loves it so much.

"oh sweetheart," he'd croon, peppering kisses around a stiff peak while his hand trailed lower. "so eager for me huh? not a single thought in that pretty lil' head other than getting fucked stupid by toru huh?" while his thumb nudged into the crook of your slit against your panties, stroking featherlight.

his heart burst every time you whined. so adorable. so his. satoru always made you beg for it. you were always so eager, why not take advantage of it?

"can't hear you, sweet girl." he murmured above you, thumb circling your perky tit. his heavy cock weighed against your slick, barely hanging-on panties. hot and throbbing into your neediness as he glided over the swollen, slick outline of your pussy.

he cupped your face, cradled the back of your head with a lilted, "c'mon, wanna hear that pretty voice begging for cock."

"please," you hiccuped.

"aww, please?" he pouted.

cruel blue loomed over you, slithered like his grin as he bucked a little firmer. "oh, please baby? please?"

"please— toru! please, wan' . . . want your dick, please."

he could never deny you for too long. not when you batted those damp lashes and big eyes at him. so remember— it's your fault.

your fault when he's got you folded with strong palms squeezing on the fat of your thighs. legs dangled. body trembling, jaw slack and eyes rolled back with every wet, hot, shlap! echoed.

it's your fault that his cock bullied you. fucking deep into every gummy spot until tears poured down your flushed face and drool leaked from swollen lips. it's your fault that you're gushing, slicking your thighs and splashing it back on him.

"yeah sweetheart?" he's still above you, fucked-out laughter and cruel grins galore. bending you further until he was flushed into your bouncing tits and weighing your trembling thighs. "still want more? yeah? my pretty girl's just a stupid slut huh?"

oh he was always so sooo mean once he got you under him. he lived for the cute, clumsy nods, the teary eyes, your hands struggling to hold onto his biceps or down his shoulder blades.

"toru," so sweetly, you croak. "toru— toru 'm cummin'." and that's when your legs are tossed over his shoulders. that's when his hands cradled your ass and squeezed tight, that's when he's pounding your pussy like he hated it. crooning above you still.

"yeaahh that's it, cream me baby. lay it on me pretty girl." how sweetly he kissed you, lovingly, as if he's not stuffing you to the brim and fucking your sweetspot until you squirt. crying and messy and clinging onto his hair for dear life.

"torruuuu," you whimpered. he shallowed. milking you for all you're worth with feral bucks and huffed.

"my good girl. my pretty lil' baby." as he peppered your face with tender kisses.

˖ 𑣲 Master gaslighter ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Suguru

he can't help but be mean to his perfect girl. suguru's a rough lover. he enjoyed tossing you around, manhandling you, bringing pretty tears to your eyes. but with you batting those same, big, gorgeous eyes at him— he almost felt a bit bad.

keyword: almost.

you were just too good for him, just too compliant, and he loved every second of it; but it made him want to be a bit mean to you. see how far he could push you. break you down and build you back up.

maybe that's why you're almost always in his lap. cockwarming? riding? two big factors in your sex life.

the first is for bullying. he knew you wanted nothing more than to listen to him— so surely you could do just that while he was ball's deep, throbbing into a sweetspot and finishing up some paperwork, right?

suguru's veins and tip throbbed into every perfect crevice. weeding out any logic or conscious. the stretch he gaped you poor pussy with drove your mind to heat and need. and when he'd 'accidentally' lean over to grab something, he'd brush just right over that devastating bundle of nerves.

"sugu," you whined, squirming. only to whimper when a rough hand squished your thigh.

"what did I say, princess?" his voice dropped, you shivered, stilled. then pouted.

"sugu," you attempted, softer. "please? really need it . . ."

"then you can wait, can't you?" he gruffed in your ear. "thought you were a good girl?" he chastised, paired with a sharp spank to your ass. the bastard bit back a grin while you whimpered and nodded.

don't worry, he'll start fucking you messy with the most sugar-coated degradation soon enough. two fingers swirling your clit while his other hand snatched your jaw.

"some good girl. can't even sit fuckin' still while I'm finishing up urgent work. so selfish." as he fucked you into rough bounces, barely holding on, seeing stars as he pounds out yet another creamy orgasm.

intense degradation comes with the second option: riding. now, that was for pure cruelty.

because suguru knew he was too big for you. he knew you struggled to ride him. still, he'd lean back, acting sooo tired from a long day while your hips stuttered on him.

"is that the best you've got, princess?" his disappointed sigh sent shivers. you clung to his shoulders and tried to find a steady rhythm. sinking and stroking, pathetically bucking and squeezing helplessly.

"please," you sniffled, thighs trembling from several unaccomplished orgasms and sheer embarrassment. "please, please help, sugu, I can't." with those big teary eyes that put puppies to shame.

suguru would only sigh deeper, limp his head back and cup your ass with both hands. the roll of his eyes brought more tears to yours.

"just gotta do everything for you, don't I baby?" as his hips easily thrust up. bouncing you into a rapid rhythm while bringing you down. spraying your slick and fucking your poor pussy into desperate, slutty squeezes. "suuuchhh a pitiful slut, can't even get herself off huh?"

you squeaked when he starts ramming on a sweetspot, pelvis nudging your clit and grinding it so agonisingly sweet.

"m-mhhm! mhhm!"

"say it," he huffed. "what are you?"

"s-sugu's pit - pitiful slut." you whined.

he smiled, knocking you down onto him with arms wrapped tight and hips slapping ripples across your plush ass. "that's it. there's my good girl."

˖ 𑣲 Addicted to your pleasure ᝰ.ᐟ✧ I. Shoko

she always had an obsession for your pleasure, it's only amplified with how complacent and needy you are for her. it made her job all the more easier. she wished to pleasure and worship, not brat tame. her job was stressful enough. with you? she just wanted to unwind.

you're like the perfect little present waiting for her back home. she tasted you on her late-night cigarette, her true addiction of soft thighs and pretty eyes. she felt your softness on her palms as she washed them for yet another surgery.

how she adored laying you back onto the bed. kissing you so tiredly, sweetly, then mouthing down your neck, squeezing along your breasts. your sounds. that, was her true addiction.

"missed you so much, sho." you're too sweet for her black coffee heart. too soft for her hands stained in blood as they stroked on your needy cunt through nightgown.

"missed you too, doll," she breathed into your neck. "so much. wanna make my girl feel so good."

and she did. shoko was a pleasure seeker. your pleasure? she dug for it like treasure troves. with her lips that scoured every inch of your skin. with her hands that searched for the comfort only your body could give her.

your shudders were the key. she was getting close. soon, she'd be slotted between your legs. cunts flushed and wet against each other and she rocked down into you with memorised rhythm. just the way you liked it. the same way that had your eyes squeezing and lips trembling.

"shoko . . . oh god." there's that whine. x marked the spot. she squished on the thigh held in her hand and weighed her hips down further. rocking with a purpose. searching for your clit and moaning when it caught on hers.

"mmm, that feel good doll?" she fanned your ear with her whisper, then kissed it. she nestled into your pussy, angled just right, and bit her lip when your throbs fluttered into her.

your noises were what she needed. what fuelled her hips into an almost cruel rock as she pinned you down. sucking on your tits till they glistened and swelled, grinding her clit on yours until your moans joined and she swallowed them with her tongue.

"sooo perfect, so perfect for me. pretty girl— fuck," she shuddered when your moans pitched. your hands buried into her brunette strands while she shakily smoothed over yours.

she crooked down to suck on your tit again as she firmed her thrusts. your sloppy pussies met, wet and needy. the kind of friction that had you both gushing into each other.

"such a pretty girl, with the prettiest pussy." she chased your high, chased your moans, ground and humped until you spilled slick, messed her up and called her name to the heavens.

addicted, that's what she was. you were always so pliant, and she couldn't help but fall into you every time. hooked on your pleasure and pretty eyes. strung on those soft thighs.

˖ 𑣲 Reverently obsessed ᝰ.ᐟ✧ R. Sukuna

so obedient and submissive for your king? as you should be. there's something so enthralling about having a lover who wants nothing more than to worship you. your praise is your devotion, and sukuna cannot be any more pleased with your selfless surrender to him.

it's something in the way you fall into him. vulnerable and so entirely his. how eager you are to obey his every command. oh, it put him on an all-time high. you looked at him as he deserved to be beheld. listened to his every command. delighted in it, even.

but while he was your king, sukuna worshipped you for this trait more than anything.

your obedience was a turn-on, and you were his idol. splayed out in his lap with your clothing strewn. your lips on his, down his neck, shivering into his hands. just the way he liked it.

you sat on your throne, his lap, while he lazed on his. he'd guide you, as any good king would. pressing your desperate heat into his crotch and bucking enough to echo your moans through the hall.

"such a precious girl," he'd drawl into your ear. four hands lathering your skin in the treasures of his devotion. two cupped your breast, the other pair cradled your ass.

you took both his cocks like it was your sworn duty. open, ready, needing him. your head hung back and eyes teary, lips parted. your songs of sin pleasing his ears as he rocked you into him. hard, and slow, and with equal parts reverence and roughness.

"touch yourself, sweet thing." were one face of his orders. sukuna adored commanding you around while he made your pleasure his duty. fucking your quivered slit open while you spilled all over his throne. "touch yourself. give me a show."

and you listened. of course you did. sweet, submissive you with your clumsy fingers circling your clit. your tits jutting out into his face, because you knew he loved sucking on them.

he does. face buried in your breasts as he quickened his pace. eager to paint his throne white and stain it with your juices.

"there we go. touch yourself. fuck yourself on your king." he'd lean back only to take in the sight. you were beautiful, a perfect canvas of sin as you struggled but still tried to appease.

"touch me," it sounded like a beg more than a command. you took it as absolute law. your hands looped behind his neck, bunching on pink strands as you angled your hips. coming down on him with whines and pitched moans.

"cumming - I'm cumming," you cried.

"cum for me. mess your king's cock." you obliged. blissfully, beautifully. in every way he loved you for.

˖ 𑣲 Teaser, pleaser ᝰ.ᐟ✧ T. Yuki

you're her precious angel and she's ready to give you everything your heart desires with a single bat of your pretty lashes.

how could she possibly deny a pretty lil' thing like you? she caved the second your hands ventured into her hair. the moment she heard your quiet little pleas. you always begged so prettily. she was none the better.

she adored how obediently you humped on her thighs. all she did was give a faux sigh, a little, "you can do better than that, can't you sweetie?" and you're fumbling to grind faster, whimper the softest apologies.

maybe she's a little mean. but only because you're so adorable. laid out, wet, for her. just her.

you cried so prettily around her mouth. bucked pathetically into her kisses laved over your trembled slit. oh, she nearly lost it when you'd part your lips and gawked down at her with those trembling, pleading eyes.

"hmm? I'm all ears baby."

"please, yuki?"

that's all she needed. her tongue obeyed. sure, you were the submissive, but her body conceded all the same. circling your clit like it was her damned right. sucking on it while she fucked you full of two fingers. to the knuckle, crooked into a sweetspot whenever you whimpered enough.

"eyes on me. want you to watch me eat this pussy out." she parted with slick strings strewn to her lip. you obeyed, shyly, but just as eager.

her grin flushed you further. her wink made your knees weak. "there's my favourite girl. hands in my hair too baby. take your pleasure."

she's at it again. tongue dragging sin over your slit, sucking on your folds, fucking you on the pink muscle. she groaned into your fluttered slit. drowned in your gushing pussy.

soon your thighs were bundled into her strong arms. pinned, helpless to the mess of her spit and voracious mouth. she couldn't decide between sucking on your clit or devouring your pussy. so she alternated between both.

"my girl. yeah, my perfect fuckin' girl." she slurred into you. nudging her head into your hands fisting her hair. "keep those gorgeous eyes on me. fuck. want you to look while you cum on my tongue."

she fucked you through it. cradled you thighs and worshipped your pussy while her tongue spelled nothing but sin. and when you're coming down? shivering from her sloppy kisses lathered up your slit?

she grinned, crooned even. "not done yet. can be a good girl and give me another, huh?"

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[sweethearticism]

˚₊‧꒰ა pussy eater.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ f reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ satoru just never stops moving his jaws, whether talking, eating or . . . eating. so, what's it like having a boyfriend with oral fixation? well. ꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ lots of oral ˖ face sitting ˖ toru doesn't stop talking ˖ dirty talk ˖ 0.7k

ᝰ.ᐟ✧ sweetheart host, oh my precious munch ⌇ requested

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ really doesn't know what you expected. have you seen this man? of course he has an oral fixation. but it's not the 'I need to eat her out first and foremost' no, it's a genuine obsession with having his face and tongue buried in your pussy. fucking you on his mouth, eating you out like his last damn meal. he doesn't even care if he doesn't get his dick in. as long as he gets to drown himself in your taste for hours on end.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ does not stop talking just because his mouth's occupied. what, you thought he'd shut up between your legs? if anything he's worse. groaning and grunting and slurring so messily into your slick all: "fuuckk baby, prettiest fuckin' pussy", "taste shooo'good", "fuck yourself, please, fuck yourself on m'tongue", "sweetest girl, sweetest pussy, fuck, please." he gets soooo whiney while going down on you.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ who genuinely relaxes the second he's got a taste. he'll trudge back in after a long day of tutoring and flying halfway round the world only to drop to his knees in front of your snuggle spot on the sofa. lathes the most adoring kisses down your thighs as he parts them and flashes you pleading blues beneath thick white lashes. "please baby, just need my girl." and the second he's pulling your panties to the side and pressing his tongue against your slit? oh his shoulders visibly slump and he limps into your heat all sloppy.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ who asked if you were up for free use for no other act other than oral. you'll be comfortably scrolling through your phone when all of a sudden your dress is pushed up and something fluffy nestles between your legs. he says nothing, doesn't attempt you gain your attention. just gets right to kissing down your panties and taking in your scent, before he's slipping them down and starting his kitten licks. other times you're finishing up paperwork at jujutsu tech and he's slipping beneath the desk to 'warm your clit'. and don't even get started on morning head. he's taken you through a whole orgasm without you waking up once.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ has an addiction to you sitting on his face. no he doesn't care if you crush him. in his words — "then the headlines would go: strongest sorcerer suffocated by the sweetest cunt' that's a win-win." oh he gets feral when you're sat. wrenching your thighs open, riding you on his nose, tongue fucking you until you're clenching and squirting all over his face. large hands squeeze on the fat of your ass and grind you down further, until he's smothered in your juices and slick.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ has his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you grip on his hair and grind up into his face. fuck does he love when you use his mouth. he becomes a slave to your pleasure.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ who hates whenever you try to delay your orgasm. it's his only moment of clarity. icy blues shot up to glare you down as he yanks his tongue from your hole, lays sloppy, messy kisses up your slit and then swirls on your clit with a rough. "don't you fuckin' dare. cum on my face." before he's wrapping his lips tight around the throbbing nub and sucking down hard. you'll be made to cum three more times for that.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ who humps on the bed or whatever he can when he's between your legs. even if he doesn't, your pleasure is enough to make him cream his pants. and he's not ashamed either. your hands buried in his hair and your pussy rubbing on his face as you're sent crashing through and orgasm, and he's whining into your heat all sloppily and fluttering his eyes as he's sent off the edge too.

˖ ࣪✧ pussy eater gojo satoru .ᐟ who threw your rose toy out the window when he found it because why the hell would you need that thing when he gives you the best head of your life?

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[sweethearticism]

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐﹕𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. ex husband satoru & protectiveness 𖹭 f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

“who the hell do you think you're talking to?”

ex husband!satoru towers from behind you. the higher-up nearly flinches. a thousand revaluations flash before his eyes. maybe he should have thought better before taking up such a tone with you.

you, ex-madam-gojo. you, the only thing that could make the strongest sorcerer of the modern age — weak.

“this is none of your concern, gojo. show some —” satoru's towering form shadows you in seconds as he flips position. now standing in your place with you securely behind.

“I said." lights above flicker. “who. the fuck. do you think you're talking to?”

the old man only gulps. blindfold or not, hell reigned so evidently in satoru's gaze; and it's cold. icy. the higher-up scampers away with pride swollen in his throat. satoru might have just went after him if —

“satoru.”

oh, that voice. not that voice. you devastate him with only a gentle touch to his bicep. his jaw slacks and muscles ease. if only turning around didn't mean the dying, fruitless urge to pull you into his arms. he'll settle for a head tilt over his shoulder. just enough to see your concerned, grateful gaze.

“whooo," he cheerfully whistles. “got a bit heated there. you see that? this is the part where we make out.”

it pains him to joke about such. once upon a time, that would have been apart of the script. but you've long since left the play, and he stands upon the grand stage alone. empty.

still, you grace him a smile. he melts. shatters.

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

[sweethearticism]

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 g. satoru ﾉ f. reader ˚₊‧꒰ა sleepy dryhumping ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ toru's too tired to fuck & too horny to sleep pls help him ⭒ for my sweetie @all-with-angel

Not many things could keep Satoru from you. But two weeks worth of back-to-back missions and criminal hours of sleep? Came damn close.

"Mnn, toru?" Your croon washed over him. A sweet caress to every aching muscle and exhausted fibre. His hands ached to touch you, and so they cupped your thighs. He was always mindful of his weight, but tonight he tumbled into you.

Not that you ever minded. Your hands drew to his tousled hair. Magnetic. Fingers playing with the blindfold and adjusting it while he nuzzled your neck in languid affection. While you adored his eyes; if your beloved was this tired, not having his blindfold would result in more stimulation than could bargain for.

But stimulation was what Satoru searched for as he pressed your body into the mattress. Blankets knocked off, he grew jealous of how they held you. Nightgown lifted, how dare it keep you from him?

Clumsy, open-mouthed kisses distracted you for a time. Everything crumbled the second he slotted between your legs. Your fingers coiled his hair in a tiny tug. "Satoru? Hey. . ."

And then you're gulping down heat. Shuddering at the all-too-familiar bulge rubbing on your cotton panties. His favourite. Fuck, if he had enough energy he'd peel them off with his teeth and unwind with a delicious helping of your sweet pussy squeezed around his tongue.

"Need you so bad, baby." His breathy groan muffled on your neck. Lazy hickies lather your skin. He'll repaint them in the morning. All he needed was right here. Your hands in his hair, your throbbing heat against his tent, you. Beneath him, holding him.

His last steam poured into his hips in an idle, slack-worthy rock. To-and-fro in gentle waves crashing pleasure on his shores. Large hands dipped around you, clinging onto your nightgown from behind as he nestled his nose into neck. "Fuuck, so tired, but need m'girl . . . need her sweet body."

Slurred, mumbled, Satoru's voice droned into your skin he still insisted pressing slow kisses on. His heavy body and tight grip provided just enough pressure. His bulge dwarfing your panties just enough friction. Gliding seamlessly against your folds once you began slicking.

Your soft moans dripped into his ear. Another ounce of fuel. Enough to speed his pace by a fraction. He encased you into the bed. Enveloping you, drowning, suffocating. In your scent, your heat, your very soul. Everything that he missed for those two hellish weeks.

Satoru stuttered a whine at the abrupt gush of your pussy. Seemed he woke her up. "Tha's my girl . . . fuck, she missed me sooo much. 'm sorry. Sorry I left her so long."

He was babbling. Another burst of energy willed him to lay a round of kisses over the base of your throat. Large hands reached to cup your ass and nudge your legs around his waist. The rubbing turned to humping. Desperate, clumsy, and all the more sleepy.

"Mnn, wanna fuck her," he whined, mouthing on the front of your throat to his lips. Oh, he collapsed. Crumbling into your mouth with sloppy, heated smooches and a lazy tongue.

"Wanna - hah -" he sucked down on your tongue. "Wanna fuck her soo baaddd, but 'm so tired, baby."

He slumped into you. A mess of languid kisses and sleepy humps. He caught on your clit, slotting between slick fabric and grinding at just the right angle that stimulated you enough. Even when half-asleep, his cock thrums powerfully into you. You bite on a whimper and card your hands through his hair.

"Mnn, sshhh toru, 's okay - mngh. It's okay, we have tomorrow. How 'bout I wake you up to a little surprise huh?"

"Don't try to suck me off," he huffed tiredly, hips stuttering.

You laughed and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his temple. "Nah. I was thinking . . ." The trailed whisper into his ear had him whining. Face buried into your neck again as he drowsily nods.

"Mhhm," his hips stuttered again. Once, twice, pleasure burst in tender shivers down your spine. A gentle, half-orgasm. Before he fell still. Dick still throbbing into you. Arms held tight. Lips still parted.

But a small glance down was enough to tell you, your poor boyfriend was out for the count. Still suckling on your neck.

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[sweethearticism]

˚₊‧꒰ა gojo satoru ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𓂃 cruel vortexes

⤿ ꒰ inappropriate use of limitless ⭒ brat taming ꒱

"torrruuuu I can't —" you hiccuped. hips stirring in pitiful little bucks. "please, please I can't."

"god you're so whiney." and he was so cruel. rubbing on your poor pulsing clit with a spiralling, mini vortex on his thumb.

date the strongest, they said. it would be fun, they said— until he started bending atoms on your clit.

the suction coupled with his callouses perked your tits and slicked your untouched, neglected slit. pooling in your sticky mess. enticing. begging.

but satoru? he was in a mood. edging wasn't usually on his agenda but a certain brat even has him making exceptions. "oh I'm sorry pretty," he crooned above you. one strong arm steeled tight around your middle. his thumb circled faster. the suction suckled harder.

you choked. whined. your head tipped back and he stole the opportunity to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. "fuck, so wet." you think he's granting you mercy when his thumb swiped down. you gushed around it, hoping he'd swap for long fingers stroking on your sweetspot instead.

alas, that grin tells you otherwise. shlap! you jolt at the spank and grip the sheets. your only support since your cruel boyfriend prefers pinching on your oversensitive clit.

"baby," you sobbed.

"aww so I'm 'baby' now?" his thumb grew ruthless. you squirmed and arched. two fingers traced your spine. as if he cared for your tears or orgasm. "I'm 'baby' when you want something? yeah you fucking brat?" satoru grinned, deranged and mean as the vortex spun so vigorously your eyes looped back.

you clenched around nothing. sobbed and clung around his blue shirt. "fuck— toru- toru 'm sorry please please I'm gonna—!"

cry. that's all you're gonna do when his mean thumb retracted and the devil flashed his grin above you.

"gonna cum?" he crooned, stroking your side in faux comfort and smearing your slick on the curve. no stimulation, whatsoever.

"go on sweet girl. cum for me. cum for me like a good girl, hmm?"

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 LAPLACE'S DEMON

˚₊‧꒰ა nerd .ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ mean girl .ᐟ reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you painted a stereotyped image of the uni's nerd in your head. but ever heard of laplace's demon? you quickly found out when you pissed him off during yet another tutoring session.

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ minors dni, uni au, no curses au, academic tropes, degradation, brat taming, dumbification, backshots, rough sex, penetrative sex, choking, pussy spanking, overstim, reader is a spoilt brat, really meantoru 𓂃 wc ⌇ 2.2k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ i really needed to see some mean nerdjo content bc as a nerd i can safely say we're very mean. art cred ⌇ gojouify (twt)

There was only one thing that Satoru hated more than opening up a fresh new collectable deck with three quarters of the cards being doubles: snobby brats.

No not the rich kind, and no not the kind that forced their heads up and put on the persona of snot-nosed, mean-spirited and a glass ego waiting to be shattered.

The kind wrapped in pink and donned in gloss. The kind that ensured every strand was infuriatingly proper. Who raised a hand full of overly decorative nails and giggled behind professor's backs. They walked the hallways as if it bended to their every whim and high heel. They smiled with pearly teeth ready to feast on the newest, juiciest gossip.

Popular girls? Nah, he's good friends with a popular girl. Shoko couldn't compare.

But popular, mean, brattish girls? They frustrated him more than a pretentious professor with a point to prove.

And you? Well, you were the worst of them all.

Aggravatingly pretty with a daggered smile and keen eyes searching for the latest story. Quirky when needed, loud when unnecessary, the perfect party girl. If gossip and copious amounts of alcohol was all that made you he might have turned the blind eye. Alas, you were the last two categories.

Not mean, but fierce. Not bratty, but spoilt. Satoru could hardly stand you. Thank whatever divine he doesn't believe in up there — at least you only have one class with him.

How the hell did you even get into the quantam mechanics class? Did you bang the professor? Doesn't seem like the case when that same man paired you with him for 'extra help'.

Satoru rolled his eyes behind your back. Of course someone like you couldn't hold yourself afloat. Too busy applying lip gloss mid-lecture to catch the calculations for your exam prep.

He attempted to deny, but the professor held firm. If anyone was going to save your pretty ass from failure it was the star student. Maybe you did kneel after hours at that podium after all. Satoru wouldn't blame the old bugger. You were gorgeous. But what's beauty when wasted on ungodly amounts of brassiness?

So you found yourself at his dorm every Friday, much to your fervid complaints about this party and that get-together.

"Everything happens on a Friday, Gojo." You way you sneered around his name twitched his brow. And his dick. "Can't we do this tomorrow? Or a Sunday."

"You'll drink enough to vomit your guts out all weekend. Then repeat the next Friday. No." He huffed and readied the study material he'd reluctantly share with you. "Just sit your ass down and quit complaining. Don't wanna be here longer than needed."

See, you might have been a popular girl. But Satoru? Satoru was a nerd. The book and pen were his bread and butter. He ate calculations for breakfast and theorised phenomena for fun. His thesis was said to be shipped off to some international headquarters. Hell he could recount every class's textbook in his sleep.

That amount of intellect doesn't come with being humble. It certainly isn't in the hands of the faint hearted. Whatever image you'd pieced together of nerds, enhanced by media and painted by your own arrogance was surely wrong.

Nerds were mean. And Satoru? He was ruthless.

If you couldn't grasp what he tried to teach you, tough luck, now you've got homework over the weekend. Your attempts at rumours fell flat — your friends laughed, but other students side-eyed. You do know that's the campus' boy genius, right? Every comment earned another that shut you up for ten minutes, and when you'd attempt to win back your pride, blue eyes would stab at you over spectacle rims.

"Do you ever shut up?" He'd sneer.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to!?" The chair skid together with your heels. You'd had enough of his attitude that rivalled yours, the endless hours bleeding your eyes into useless textbooks when you could be out with your friends. And his constant belittling?

You weren't dumb. You refused to let some nerd shame you. Who did he think he was?

"Unlike you I have a life. In fact right now I'm missing out on the bonfire of the year to be here with your sorry ass —" you pointed a sharp, manicured nail in response to his sharper glare. "Learning some stupid subject I don't even wanna —"

You heaved, tore your hands through your hair then kicked the book bag across his polished floors. Straight into the wall and rattled the shelves where more blasted books and figurines peered down at you in judgment.

"How the fuck do you live like this? I'm expected to study with some weird - boring - frankly rude—"

Heels spun and stumbled on the floor. Your back shook the shelf next. Beady blue no longer stared over specs, but down at you. Daggered. Glasses lost in his tousled white hair. Unobstructed, his eyes held the universe and every threat of the cosmos.

"Shut. Up."

Your shoulder's forced back into some figurine you were shaming a second ago. When did he get so tall? And frankly, you never knew he had such strength as he held you steady. Still, as he loomed in close.

"I'm tired of your constant bitching. You think I wanna be here helping some bimbo with more charms on her nails than braincells?"

Ow.

"You think I'm boring? Think I can't keep up with a girl like you? Because of some useless trope you keep blabbering on and on about —" His hand slammed alongside your side.

"You want some excitement? Wanna be treated like the brat you are? Fine."

Oh, that brat was nowhere to be seen once he got his hands on you. Once you let him. Never would you ever expected someone like Satoru could kiss. Not just kiss, but rob you of ever breath and render your legs shaking.

Never would you have imagined his touch to burn, bliss, demand. Excitement came in the form of fervent kisses and firm touches. A sort of confidence that made your entire personality look like a charade.

Shirt rolled, skirt hikes, panties yanked. The same desk you shoved became your only sight, your saviour. You clung tight to the wood that knocked into the wall rhythmically with every shove of your hips. Induced by the repetitive, ruthless, rude smacks pounding against your ass. By a rough arm clamped tight around your thighs, bringing you back on a cock thicker than you'd ever taken.

And it showed with the way you clenched and gushed. With your choked moans and whimpered whines. How you could barely stand and leaned over the desk with the same nails he insulted doing a poor job and clinging.

"Who knew a uni slut could be so tight?" His glower to your ear made you bite down on his bicep braced round your throat. Who knew the nerd could be so endowed?

Your response was a pitiful hiccups. Squelching walls that spilled with every slap against your throbbing folds. His plush tip hammered against a spot he found in less than seconds. Every bump, vein and ridge dragged against the entirety of your slick heat. Had you throbbing. Keening.

"Mngh — fuck, 'sssoo." He chuckled cruelly at your useless blabber. Just like your poor pussy that soaked your panties strained around your plush thighs. Useless, that's all you felt with every thrust, every mock.

The only difference was, you didn't mind.

Useless for him? Useless for that cock? To the pleasure you never knew you could feel? So be it.

"Soo what? Soo slutty? Such a whore?" The arm on your waist yanked and stuffed your puffy cunt more of him. Rapid thrusts turned to ruts. He fucked into a gummy spot that curled an arch in your spine. Drool spluttered out over his arm, over the desk littered in textbooks.

Opened and soaked, they mocked you too. Every calculation you couldn't take - not the way you're taking his dick. Not the way you're sucking him in like it's your final assignment.

"Look at you." The tightness eased from your waist. Came in a pinch and cruel swirl to your clit that had you whining. "Droolin' all over the textbooks instead 'f learning. Guess that's all you're good for huh?"

Shlap! You jolted with the smack to your clit. Three fingers flattened and rubbed messily. Not as messily as your cunt spilling and weeping from his crudeness but begging for more. Greedy, like the way you squeezed him.

"Right?" You're yanked back. Fucked into a steeper arch. His every breath fans your ear and fogs his glasses. He sprayed not only your drool, but slick everywhere. A lewd reminder for your session next week. If you managed to look him in the eye after he rearranged your guts. "Just good for takin' cock. Nothing else. Too dumb for dick, huh pretty?"

Even if it gave you butterflies, every insult wounded your pride. Bleeding pink and spilling thick slick all over. So you bit back, pitifully.

"N-Never — hngh. Never thought the - the nerd was s-. . . sh'oooo biiigg."

Was that your best jab? He had every right to laugh at you. So unlike the mean little giggle you'd shoot to those you saw as inferior. No, a spiteful, splintered laugh that would have had you teary. If your eyes hadn't bulged.

Your pussy strained. Walls stretched wider and clamping tighter. Squirting, squelching, squirming as he shoved deeper. Proving he was even bigger than you thought.

"Oh baby," Satoru crooned. His arm became a large hand clutched around your jaw. Another on your hip, fucking you into him. Taking him rougher, harder. "You thought that was all? Wanted to be nice, but since you've got so much to say."

Your eyes rolled back. Tits smacked against paper. Body smushed as his hips rammed forward. His cock drove, tip pounding your poor little cervix and fucking your whimpering cunt all the way. Making sure you felt every vein, every crevice, every inch until you were dumbly drooling and hiccuping over his desk.

"Fuck — oh god! Satoru!"

"Yeah? So you can say my name prettily."

His breaths huffed into your ear as strong arms looped around your waist fiercely. Every thrust brought you back onto him. He ground and humped on every other thrust, rutting shallowly to remind you just how big he was. How small you were. Weaker, beneath him.

He wretched himself off of your quivered form and watched your ass catch his pounds. Skirt shrivelled around your waist, pitiful like your face pressed into paper. The pool of saliva through his textbook made a bookmark to his new favourite page.

"Fuck, you're pathetic." Another huff of laughter followed by a barrage of wet shlaps! He aimed every pound to accentuate your pussy's lewd squelches. Whether for his ears of yours, you couldn't process. Not with him kissing every bundle of nerves that coiled your tummy tight.

Your lips parted with a whine. "Gonna cum again?" He beat you to it. From the angle you spotted his grin. Glasses dangled on the bridge of his nose and greedy eyes drinking you in like the image of sin.

"Gonna cum all over my cock again? Yeah?" A sting welted your ass and you sobbed as it followed on your cervix. Mouth opened in an endless, whorish moan as he fucked at a tempo that shook not only your body but the desk as well. Banging into the wall in a way that'll surely alert his dorm mate of whatever transpired in this room.

A pretty, popular brat being fucked open and creaming all over the supposed boring nerd. Laplace's demon himself.

"Still boring for you, sweetheart? Still boring when this bratty pussy's squeezing me like a needy slut?" Long fingers delved over your scalp and gripped tight. The leverage came with shattering, hard thrusts that squished you ass and sent your feet standing on the tips. You sobbed, shaking your head.

"N-No!"

"No who?"

"No Satoru - no toru—" You rasped as he throbbed heavily in you. There's your catch. "Noo toru, not boring. Fuck, cock feels sooo good - gonna cum, torruuu."

Whether in your favour or not. The name brought quick swirls back to your clit and turned his thrusts into hammering pounds that sent your eyes rolling back and maw hung in a drooling daze.

Face flushed, clothes strewn, cum squirting down your thighs and staining your heels. Fuck, a mess didn't even begin to cover it. A pretty mess laid out on his desk and dumbly moaning his name.

Satoru leaned over you. Thrusts shallowed again as he grunted and whimpered. Disolving into a bony weight of strong arms hooked around you tight and endless, mindless humps against your soft ass.

"If you weren't so busy being a bitch," he laughed, low and cruel. "Maybe you'd be able to keep those grades up." Another spank. You whimpered.

"But that's fine, sweetheart." Cold lips pressed open-mouthed kisses up your neck. Breaths quick and heaved as he proved just how exciting he could be. With heavy balls smacking your poor abused cunt and his dick splitting your bratty pussy wide open for him.

He reached for your jaw, forcing your head at an angle for his lips. Peppered all over your face and sucking on your poor, drooling tongue.

"Means I can fuck the brat outta ya like this? Fine. Be a dumb bitch. 's a better look on you anyway."

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[sweethearticism]

˖ 𑣲 The Dragon's Flower

˚₊‧꒰ა dragon.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ sacrfice.ᐟ reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ for centuries, river villages spoke of the powerful, beautiful and cruel dragon atop the mountain. who plagued the valley with a taste for the hearts of pretty girls. every ten years or so an offering is made to quell his wrath. it seems you're this decade's pretty girl they've decided to sacrifice — but you're not going down without a fight ꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ monster romance ˖ violence mention ˖ suggestive end ˖ 2.3k

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ eden , oh how i've waited for this, promise there will be more parts pls tell me if you wanna be on the taglist ⌇ art cred : myuchiisu

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who many have spun tales about. the cruel, hungry being that lives atop the misty mountain — with scales as white and cold as snow. fangs and claws that tear into anyone who crosses him and eyes so blue, many reconsider that hell might be cold after all. a giant, powerful, serpent-like being with a roar so thunderous it shook the heavens. many villages around the foot of the mountain came to their own story about the magnificent, malicious being, but most came to one conclusion : a sacrifice was needed to sedate his endless hunger and greed.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who received a new sacrifice every decade. throughout the centuries it had been narrowed down to two categories: pretty girl. of age and bustling with life. apparently, the dragon known by the frightful, powerful gojo had quite the liking for beautiful women. as your grandma told you, he ate the hearts of pretty girls.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who's new decade approached, and who was the lovely sacrifice? why, only the fairest of the village. young, smart, and most of all — beautiful. darling you. your parents wept at the announcement, your family bid you farewell that same afternoon. your fate had been sealed, but you refused to go down without a fight. you swore to slay the dragon, or at the very least tame him so that you could protect the valley. so with your head held high, you were bound to the tarai-bune, surrounded in lotus flowers that were supposedly the dragon's favourite and sent off on the water's surface. with a blade you strapped to you thigh beneath your beautiful yukata. if you were going to be eaten, you would take the dragon's eyes with you.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you dreaded every moment of meeting despite your determination. what kind of sick creature took delight in eating the hearts of pretty girls? yet despite the anxiety, you slowly drifted off with the lulling sway of the waves and the water's mist that settled over you like a blanket. only awakening again when . . .

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who . . . who is that? you blink away haze from your heavy eyes. the stiff ache in your joints no more — neither the binds. the bed of lotuses has been replaced by the softest futon and the scent of freshwater had mellowed into gentle sandalwood. incense? you followed the waft and beheld a man whose back faced you as he busied at a table. dressed in a black kimono with a white haori. white, tousled hair with blue. . . antlers? extending to the front of his head. who is this? your eyes rove further down, and it is only then that you catch it. the long, heavy, white-scaled, blue-finned. . . dragon's tail. your eyes widened and your hand fell to your thigh.

Clank!

"Cute."

The tales are true. His eyes were bluer than the sky and ocean combined. Your wrist laid tense in a large hand that encased the entirety of it and then some. You duck down in a pitiful attempt to snatch your blade from the floor — but his tail beat you to it.

His face was . . . is this the dragon? His white hair fell over his face so elegantly. The same face that was surely blessed by the gods. Sharp and smooth in all the right places, with long, white lashes that perfectly framed those stunning blue eyes.

How could something so dreadful be so beautiful?

"Unhand me!" You shouted, as if his grip hurt. No, he held you like a fragile flower. Looked at you as if you were glass, until he grinned and revealed pairs of fangs for canines. A singular brow arched and he tilted his head with a croon.

"No can do pretty. You're gonna go all wushu-warrior on my ass."

"And you're gonna eat me!"

His brows shot up at this. One blink, two, before a deep huff came from his nostrils. Your wrist's dropped in seconds and he easily ducked when you inevitably took another jab at him.

"Hate to break it to you," another dodge. All did was step back. "But you look kinda chewy. Not really my taste."

Your eyes widened. The audacity of this beast to play around with you like a mouse in a lion's den. This time you snatched the lamp from the desk and rushed forward in a fury. Quick. Precise. Like a serpent. "You sick creature! You think I don't know that you eat the hearts of pretty girls!?"

Just close enough. You tried another swing with your free arm. He countered with his forearm. Perfect — he's open. You hurl the flame in a powerful hook. A dragon's weakness is fire, no?

The flame extinguished with a click of his finger. Your wrist's snatched again, this time you're dragged to him. Your other hand befell the same fate. Leaving you still. Wide eyed. Frightened, determined, panting.

Azure glowed in the dim room. He didn't lower his head. Only cut his eyes down to you with a deep frown. Weighed with centuries that reflected a thousand stories in his stare.

Then, he grinned again. Lazily.

"Something like that."

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who . . . actually doesn't eat anybody? once he managed to quell your murder tantrum he sat you down and explained with much exasperation that he doesn't even know the taste of human flesh. he prefers fish. and furthermore: he's not the malicious, greedy creature that the villagers have made him out to be.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who has been protecting the river valley for centuries. he stops floods and tsunamis, ensures that every harvest season is met with plentiful rain and makes sure fish were swimming in the hundreds so that the villagers never went hungry.

"What about the other sacrifices?" You huffed, hands warmed by the tea he offered you. Youre tempted to throw the ceramic at his unsuspecting figure.

He stood some distance from you, back to fixing whatever he had been prior. "I find them a safe place away from the valley." He doesn't cast you a glance. As if he knew you'd be no harm to him even if you tried.

You squinted, sceptical. "Then where are they?"

Another huff, together with a laugh. He glanced over his shoulder with a dry look. "You really think anyone would want to return to a village that sacrificed them?"

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who promised he would find you a suitable new home. away from all the conspiracy and superstitious villagers. you only had to give him a few weeks and he'd have your new life set up. so you were shown around the mountain top, seeing that instead of some dingy cave or lair, there was actually a beautiful, expansive citadel that stretched across. clouds kissed the mountain ledges, serene streams of water flowed into different canals, the nature was thriving and stunning. truly, the epitome of peace. how could anyone have thought this being was anything but magnificent?

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you learnt teaches cultivators in ancient magic. these cultivators dispel evil spirits and ensure further peace of the valley. you almost felt sad, he really did have the people's interest at heart and they repaid him by spinning horrid tales of him?

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you grew closer to during your stay. at first you stayed cooped up in the room he provided you. he brought you breakfast, lunch and dinner, all of which consisted of variations of rice and fish. he had shown you the cold springs not too far off from the citadel where you could bathe. when you grew tired of all the fish, he requested a servant to bring you a fruit platter instead. it really was hard to hate him.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you found endearing with the way he acted with his younger students. you watched from your window at he trained them with patience — and some silliness you wouldn't expect from a being as ancient as him. he was a bit of a bastard but, his heart of gold shone above all.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you didn't want to leave when the time came. he told you he'd find you some place peaceful. how could anyone want to leave this place?

"You what?"

The scroll in his hands nearly dropped. He pretended like you hadn't noticed. Wide eyes seemed lighter, an almost sky-blue as he stared you down.

Disregarding your manners, you shot your hand forward and fisted on his haori himo. "I said I don't wanna go Gojo — Satoru." You bit your lip. Did his eyes soften? "I want to stay here, with you. I want you to teach me too. Teach me how to protect and live the way you do — that's all I've ever wanted."

The silence was heavy, soft, comfortable. When his hand laid over yours and slowly removed your grasp, you assumed the worst. Denial, rejection.

Instead, you got a grin and an arched brow.

"You sure you're not gonna try to kill me again?"

And this time, you smiled back.

"As long as you don't try to eat my heart."

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you started eating meals with when you realised that he ate alone. you joked about the amount of fish in his plate and he asked if you'd rather lay your heart on the platter. his grin turned to a surprised smile when you hit his shoulder — and then his eyes lit up. "you know, not many can say they've harmed a dragon before." so you hit him again.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who started teaching you magic as you asked. slow, steady and - teasing. oh was he a bastard. crooning when you lost control of the flow and landed flat on your ass, but still offered his hand out with that same kind smile that lately has been making your heart flutter. he guided your hands into the sway they should fall into. right behind you, his larger hands dwarfing yours, speaking softly right above you. and when you got it right? you didn't expect his praise to make your face burn.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you begged and pleaded with to see his true form. some of the cultivators around the mountain told you about its sheer beauty and magnificence. you'd heard stories about it back at your village. but he'd only chuckle, brush you off and pat your head. "and what if a pretty girl like you suddenly finds it ugly ah? I'll die of shame." you hate his teases, knowing he's only playing on your curiosity.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you realised rarely sleeps as he's constantly on high alert for the valley. so you decided to give him company late into the nights, sat on his porch and telling him about whatever village gossip you could remember.

"And then, she stormed into his home with a butcher's knife."

"Was she pretty though?"

You hadn't even realised your head was on his shoulder. You lifted your gaze and stared in mock offence before reaching down to pinch a scale on his tail.

"You don't beat your allegations, Gojo-San."

His shiver when your hand brushed over his tail missed your attention because he snatched your wrist right after and yanked you impossibly closer.

"You're right. Why don't I go ahead and earn my reputation?"

Your eyes widened and he grinned as he leaned over you abruptly. His shadow blocked out the moonlight. Hands suddenly braced on your sides. Knees straddling your waist. But instead of claws, all that came was . . . tickles.

Laughter poured into the night. Sweet, melodic, and he chuckled as you squirmed and pitifully pushed on his shoulders.

"L-Leave - Leave me be!"

"Nah. Tired of that big mouth of yours."

He leaned down further, his grin growing. "But mayybbeee if you cried and apologised . . ." At last his onslaught halted. Frozen, when did he get so close to you?

You were beneath him, loopy smile, face flushed and gasping for air, chest heaving. Eyes glossy, looking like something beautiful and tempting altogether.

Satoru blinked a few times and then parted abruptly. Fixing his haori and clearing his throat with a forced chuckle. "Alright, alright. I'll grant you mercy."

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you accidentally caught in the cold springs. you were on your merry way to your nightly bath, having gone a little later than usual due to some extra training. and there he was, bathed in the moonlight, his hair draped over his eyes, no clothing to hide his smoother than jade skin. along his shoulders and down some parts of his arms were white, almost silvery scales. His back was turned to you, so you saw the small blue fins running down his spine. He bathed below a waterfall, beauty, grace, something ethereal. you couldn't help but stare — until you heard a soft . . . groan? you stumbled away before anything else.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you haven't seen much of after that night. you were nervous. had he spotted you? it's been a few days and every time you try to approach him, he always seems to have something to do and then vanishes. you're beginning to miss him, and his students don't seem to pay it much mind. had you messed up? when the week mark comes around, you decide enough is enough.

"Satoru," you knocked on his shoji door once, waited, and feel anxiety pool thick like the scent of pollen outside. Spring had settled over the mountain.

"Gojo-San. . ." You attempted formality, even if it hurt. You couldn't help yourself, your fingers hook into the opening. "Can we please talk? If this is about the other night I'm so . . ."

You pulled the shoji door open and the sight you were met with wasn't anything like the Satoru you had come to know.

Blue eyes, deeper and murkier than the pits of the ocean. Even more scales all over his neck, shoulders and chest, shaking with every ragged breath — where is his haori?

And his face . . why is it so red?

Why are his pupils slits?

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[sweethearticism]

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 jjk cast ✧ gn reader ˚₊‧꒰ა kisses gone wrong ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ how wrong could kissing your favourite sorcerers go? well.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Satoru Gojo ⌇ exploded all the lightbulbs in the house the second your lips met his. his defense? “babbyyy, I haven't seen you all week.” as he's slumping over you like he didn't just subject you both to darkness for the night. still trying to get more of your kisses and turning your head to him all needy. “now gimme more before I blackout all of tokyo.”

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Suguru Geto ⌇ kissed him when you found him all slumped over his desk. immediate “bleugh! sugu —" what the fuck was that? the taste of curses of course. he apologised that he couldn't get to his gum in time before you decided to show him some lovin'. “so tell me, how'd your first curse taste?” with that shiteating grin that told you he wasn't really sorry.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Shoko Ieiri ⌇ why did you think turning her head while she was mid smoke and kissing her was a good idea? you were trying to be all sexy and mysterious but now you're coughing your lungs out and she's gently rubbing your back even with the teasing smile on her face. "what - the fuck is in those things!" she'd only chuckle. "my will to live, horrendous I know." before she smooched your cheek.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Kento Nanami ⌇ he was sooo tired from work and your kisses relax him more than anything. you greeted him at the door with a smooch and felt him ease into you, then limp — and before you know it you're stumbling back trying to hold his weight toppling over you with panicked yelps. "nanami! hey hey!" he'd wake up quickly with a jolt and quickly brace both of you, frazzled, confused, before you manage to drag him to bed.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Ryomen Sukuna ⌇ tried to be all cute and sly, straddled him on his throne and kissed him with a feral heat that he immediately returned. hands on your hips yanking you closer, pressing him up into you but then . . . seems his second mouth got a bit too excited. "uh —" you pulled back to watch the second tongue wriggling on your tummy and wetting your shirt with kisses. sukuna was just about ready to die.

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[sweethearticism]

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐﹕𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙩𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. smut & cock warming, toru uses his gravity manipulation to his advantage 𖹭 bratty f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

satoru gojo never used his jujutsu in the bedroom, unless . . .

it stemmed from a deep-sated fear of hurting you and the sentiment of never making you feel weaker. but like any statement, there are always exceptions to the rule. outliers. hell, satoru himself is an anomaly.

how could he pass up the opportunity to pop the top off limitless when you're being your little bratty self? if anything, you forced his hand.

so here you are. thighs trembling, heavy. t-shirt rolled-up over your tits that twitch with every muscle taut. slit stretched wide open and glistened on his cock yet so comfortable in his lap. oddly still. ball-deep usually meant getting your pretty pussy gushing cum and squelching for all to hear.

"have at it baby. just lemme finish my work, yeah?"

how sweet and considerate. he gave you the green-light to hump yourself on his dick 'till you've creamed his seat messy while he tackled paperwork. and oh — you should be bouncing on him with rings of cream bubbled at his base by now. but there's one, tiny problem.

satoru increased your gravity

from the waist down, that heavy feeling is the sheer basis of his jujutsu. weighing you down onto his thick, pulsating cock. so that your slit's stretched open, quivering, and so so desperate for him. forced to feel just how girthy he is. snug into each and every sweetspot.

"toru," your sweet pleas hardly worked on him. "please, 'm sorry baby - please I wanna -"

he reached for a file on the far-end of the desk. the abrupt shift temporarily knocks his cockhead against your cervix and you squeal out. "toru! please, please."

"why're you complain' sweet girl? told you to have at it."

from the angle you catch his tooth grin as he re-adjusts his position and so conveniently rubs against another bundle of nerves. you tense and attempt to shove your hips down. alas you're motionless. the pressure below renders you helpless. a fluttering, drooling mess. just his pretty little cocksleeve.

you huff and persist your endeavour. as if by some miracle, you'd be able to defy physics. your audacity might. your shoulders knock back into his chest and you wriggle your upper half in a measly attempt to steer your hips down.

"you're so fuckin' me - ah!"

"mean baby? but 'm giving you everything."

the weight amplifies. air leaves your lungs and your gummy walls clench tighter. milk every pulsing vein and weep all over his lap. crying for him. slobbering up his seat in a miserable attempt to show him what he's missing.

heat spins your head into mess. your eyes cross and you limp into him with a pitiful tremble of his name. his fingers are all-the-more mean as they pinch on your nipple with a spark that jolts you into a whine.

"awww, baby." his faux-sympathetic pout boasts cosmic audacity. "c'mon do I have to do everything for you?"

shlap! your pussy sobs and splutters at the abrupt hip jerk. he stutters into your cervix a few times and humps on a sweetspot that sends your eyes rolling back.

"fuck, bratty pussy can give me an attitude but can't fuck herself? so weak baby." the playful lilt melts to a deep sneer as he gropes your tit in his large hand. fucks that devastating spot 'til you're jaw-hung and drooling. the stimulation is right there - just enough —

then nothing. just your cunt's pitiful throb and the weight of his girth splitting you open. his ball's flushed to your soppy folds almost mock you. he's kissing every ridge, bump and crevice, but not once pounding you into seeing stars.

your sob's muffled by his hand's weight clamped under your under jaw. long fingers squish your cheeks and his thick thumb invades your mouth to capture your tongue.

"now you're gonna sit here 'till I'm done yeah? wanted cock so bad so you're gonna take it." back to that sweet croon and a taunting smooch to your cheek. gravity's weight reminds your poor pussy how helpless she is. stuffed, suffocated and at the strongest's mercy.

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

˖ ࣪ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ @a-contemplation-upon-flowers 𖹭

[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁˖ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 Crawling Back To You

˚₊‧꒰ა toxic fwb.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

it's always a push & pull with you and him. one moment you hate him the next you — no, you could never love satoru gojo. you loved his touch, loved his dick, but not him. on the flip side, satoru can't seem to let you go. not after years of pining. afted another messy ‘breakup’, you take nanami for your date to an event. to punish satoru . . . or yourself?

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You always loved the colour red.

Red were your heels, red was your dress, red were your lips that ghosted his thin ones.

You always loved the colour red. But you could get used to blue staring through your soul across the room.

"Have I told you how stunning you look yet?" A deep voice drawled in your ear. Lulled, affectionate. Not fiery, not him. Still, you laughed and curled scarlet nails around his tie.

"Ever the gentleman, Kento." You crooned and leaned back with your new leverage to gander at his face. Handsome, sharp, Nanami Kento was a bachelor you'd had your eyes on for some time now. At least, that's what you tell yourself.

But his hands won't go any lower than your waist. His lips only grazed your cheek. His eyes? Infuriatingly stiff on yours. If his touch wouldn't wander how could you expect his gaze to? Simply put, he wouldn't.

He was respectful. Earnest. A gentleman for your soft heart.

And that was the problem.

You loved the colour red, but Nanami was grey. You loved the colour red, but you missed blue. Even as you stood here, in some formal gala hosted by Jujutsu Society in a fancy hotel you can't even remember the name of. Why did you think taking the stoic and stern Mr. Nanami as your date to the event would be a good idea? What cosmic force possessed your mouth and blinded your eyes?

"Fuck you, Gojo. I can't do this anymore."

Right. Yourself.

You shoved your friends (?) with benefits and your number one annoyance so hard that day he actually stumbled. You only got so far due to his lack of infinity. He never turned it on around you. No, he wanted your fingers on his skin, your lips on his. Even if it was your hands around his throat and your mouth cussing him out.

Poison, obsession, that was this dance you both stumbled and strutted upon after that fateful day. Your heart had been scorned by a man, and so you turned to his best friend for comfort. Heart in your hands, hatred in your eyes.

It was his fault all of this happened. His fault that your Suguru turned his back on you. So wouldn't it be befitting to take these feelings out on the culprit?

You never expected endless nights in his apartment, mornings in yours, face buried in his shoulder and nails down his back. Never would you have imagined being addicted to him, to his body, to his mouth, hands and dick that left its mark on you so severely, that you couldn't find yourself entangled with anyone else without picturing him.

Picturing his hands all over you, imagining his mouth spitting the most degrading mocks, fantasising his body forcing yours down into whatever furniture he gets to first.

Even now, when you're trying to expand your horizons. To forget him. You're here with Nanami, you spent a week with Shoko, you've got three other DM's above his and yet — your eyes always trailed to his contact. Blocked.

Your eyes still trailed to his. Across the room. Watching you with every breath you take, every laugh you give Nanami, every smile you fake. How your hand touched on a broad shoulder and wished it was Satoru's. How you bit your tongue and wish for something filthy but instead got gentle affection and adoration.

Was this self punishment? Or retribution for him? You wouldn't deny that a dark crevice of your mind grew giddy when you felt his gaze on you, when you knew each look he snuck, when you recognised the depths of those blues.

Red looked good on you. Just as jealousy looked great on him.

"Sorry, Ken," maybe that's why you couldn't lie to yourself anymore. "I. . . just don't think this is working out."

Nanami's eyes scoured yours and he stiffened under your hand braced on his arm. "I'm terribly sorry. Have I made you uncomfortable?"

You bit your lip. "No." And that was the problem. He hadn't made you question one shred of your dignity in all four hours of your stay here. Maybe you misunderstood yourself.

He hadn't tried to touch where he shouldn't, hadn't staked his claim. Not like that beady glare still penetrating the back of your head as you leaned to press a chaste, apologetic kiss to Nanami's cheek.

Maybe that's why you didn't stop him.

Maybe that's why you let familiar pale hands grip your thighs and shove you around like a ragdoll. Why you didn't fight strong arms steeled around you and yanking your short dress over your hips.

Dignity be damned. Respect out the window. Satoru's hands made up for it all in their fondles. The heel of his palm gyrating up into your clothed clit while his fingers played with your folds so disrespectfully. His mouth uttered indignities that shattered all your resolve.

"Yeah? Pretty slut was all high and dry huh?" His grunts fanned your ear as his chest pushed against your back, shoving you further into a random hotel suite.

His index and middle crooked strokes on your slit. Slotting between your panties as if trying to fuck you through them, before they slid up to your clit and swirled quick, cruel circles.

"Fuck —" you stumbled on your heels, legs quaking as he kicked them open and caught you with a steady arm around the middle. "Told - told you to fuck off - told you we can't — ah."

His fingers flicked rapidly on your throbbing bud and your head flushed back into his shoulder. Your pussy pulsed into his hand. As if panting out how much she missed him together with slick for tears. Satoru only laughed against your ear and fought back against your halfhearted struggle.

"Can't what? Can't stop thinkin' about me? Can't stop wanting me like this?"

Your panties abruptly snap against your slit and you hiccup a yelp. He coiled around the waistband and roughly yanked them up to grind the fabric onto your poor cunt. "Sure baby. Keep telling yourself that."

Before you knew it you're limp over a stiff arm holding you up. Leaned over with his chest to your back. Legs trembling, heels stained in juices spluttered down your thighs with two fingers fucking you knuckles-deep.

Red stained your lips, stained your neck in his hickies, strewn over your hips as he kept your pesky dress out of the way. It bled into your heart with each whisper. You imagined it stained his tongue and teeth too with how violent each word kissed your ear.

"Suuchhh a slutty girl. Pretty pussy's tellin' on you sweetheart." Fingers plunged up and swirled messily on your sweetspot until your spluttered drool together with whines of his name. "Fuck, she miss me baby? Missed getting all fuckin' messy? Awww Nanami doesn't know how to treat her right huh?"

How you hated the way he'd croon. His condescending pout was heard and felt against your ear, then down your neck as open-mouthed kisses laved your skin. His thumb flicked back to attack your clit again. Eager to push you through a third orgasm from his hand alone.

"Satoru - shit - S'toru. . . s'too much." You sobbed. He grinned. Sped his hand into a piston and groaned when your eyes rolled back into your head.

"Good. Hope it's too much. Hope your slutty pussy remembers who's the only one that can get her crying like this."

Of course he didn't stop. Even after you coiled and squirted all over his palm and stained his sleeve. He only yanked his fingers out, staring with heart eyes at the stringy mess linking his hand to your cunt — then laid an open-palmed shmack! to your throbbing flesh.

"You want me to stop?" You're shoved over the bed. He knocked legs open to reveal your pussy gushing more slick and clenching around nothing. You tasted the sheets and shook your head only to fall stiff when those wet fingers buried into your hair and shoved your face down.

"Words, sweet girl. Do you want me to stop?"

"No!"

"No who?"

"No - no Satoru —" you're cut off with a hiccup and a sting against your ass. Pleasure makes up for the slap with his tent grinding firm on your messy slit.

"Try again."

"N-No . . . no toru, please. Need you."

You imagined his eyes rolled with his huffed laugh. Once more your body's shoved further up the sheets and your heels slipped back into a near-dangle. You're left helpless. Drugged. Addicted. To his poison? Sure. But to your tongue it was a sweet aphrodisiac.

Sweet like the kisses pressed down your spine. Sweet like his words crooned to your ear. Sweet like the stretch of his cock as he shoved into you with reckless abandon. Every throb, every bump, every vein felt with the thrum of your walls and the urgency of his thrusts.

"Fuck. So tight," he panted into your hair. "So wet. F'me? Or for him?"

Slick and cream sprayed across the sheets and floor. Evidence of your weakness. You let him in again. The strongest, the honoured one, the man you loathed with your entire being but your poor pussy loved more with each plunge.

Smack! You whined into the sting on your clit. His fingers set back to work on the pulsating pearl, in tandem with each clash of his hips against your ass and wet slap of his balls against your folds. A sinful melody. Another reminder.

You lost. You lost to him. To yourself. To your own whorish desires. But you couldn't care less as his cock fucked you open and hammered on your cervix until you fisted the sheets and drooled all over.

"Torruu - toru - hngh!"

"Really thought you could last huh?"

His bark of laughter came with a harsher slew of bucks. The sheer prowess of his body pressed you firm into the sheets. His weight a heavy reminder of his power over you. Skin to skin, legs locked, lips stealing kisses and tongues greedy as ever. He groaned into your mouth, drank you like a poison he couldn't go without.

The hand in your hair exchanged for your jaw. Tight on the underside as he shoved you in a straining angle to expose more skin. Shallowed his thrusts when he felt you throb in that familiar sequence.

"Thought you could last without this cock? Thought you wouldn't miss it?" Satoru's deep rumble pitched a bit with his laugh. Something near-giddy as he drew to the tip then rammed all the way. Humping on your cervix brutally until he fucked cum out of your squeezing, fluttering cunt.

"Fuck. Thought Kenny could do it for ya?" His heave bit the air with desperation. He occupied on your tongue with feral sucks as he pounded your poor pussy raw and flushed into the sheets. Not once breaking pace even as he neared release. "Can he sweetheart? Can he fuck this pussy like me? Think he can make my favourite girl cream like me? Huh?"

He punctuated with a rapid rhythm that left you breathless. His thick cock dragging on your abused walls, fucking into a new sweetspot with every slick shove. You've left him with a messy ring of cream around the base. That should be enough of an answer.

But not for him. Not for his greed. Not when the image of you laughing and flashing pearly whites at Nanami all night still engraved in his head. Teeth buried into your shoulder with the reminder. The lights flickered as he reached a tempo that rolled your eyes back and left you jaw slack with incoherently lewd keens.

"I — ohgod - toru!"

"Answer me."

Satoru sneered into the lick he lathered over the bite on your shoulder. Your clit's trapped between two knuckles that pinch and roughly rub yet another mind-shattering orgasm out of you.

"Tell me. Tell me he can't fuck this pussy like me. Tell me you missed me. That you were wrong."

Nanami wasn't the only culprit in his eyes. Every session Satoru had you sprawled beneath him, a ghost from the past flitted around his memory. Your pretty moans resonating through a dorm room instead. Your tongue praising another name. That damned name.

Suguru's.

The memory had him stilling. Underside vein throbbing harshly against one of your sweetspots and eliciting a pitiful little sob from your parted lips. That's for him now. You're for him, now.

You're spun over and shoved onto your back next. Knees kissed your tits as he shoved your thighs back and slapped his wet cock down onto your gushing slit. "Tell me." His demand had nothing on his glare. On the harsh hold he jerked your jaw with.

Satoru crooked over you and gyrated his hips with a fervent frustration. Lips locked in a sneer as he whispered again. Low, rough. "Tell me damnit." Another slap to your poor slit. "Tell me you missed me. Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to."

At last your quaking voice quenches his tempest. The storm in his eyes faded with your pathetic: "you toru — 's all yours. All yours baby, promise."

Tears caught on your lashes and in a rare moment of clarity, like the sun peeking through clouds, he leaned down to pepper kisses over them. Easing you on his cock in his window of tenderness. But the second he heard that dismayed whine? He jerked his hips forward with a near-deranged grin.

"Fuck yeah baby. My sweet girl doesn't like it soft huh?" Time bended over your clit as his thumb roughly swirled the nub. Stirring your back into an arch. Tits bouncing with the ruthless pace he sets back on your squelching cunt. "Doesn't like it nice 'n gentle. Needs to be fucked like a whore."

Wet slaps, sobbed moans, the lights flickered with each burst of his cursed energy. From heavy lashes and crossed irises, you caught the glow of his. Fixated on the bulge he left humped at your pelvis.

Fingers flexed around your thighs as he shallowed again to keep him buried deep. Keep his eyes addicted to the idea that he's filling you up like that. That he's got you squirting and clenching on his cock.

Your knees flushed to your ears next. Satoru shoved forward until you were trapped under him with your legs strung over his shoulders. He swallowed each sob, went back to sucking on your tongue and fucking you into creamy bubbles. Egged on by the insatiable reminder that you were just as obsessed with him. Just as dependent on him. In this endless song and dance, you'd always waltz back to him and he'd take you with open arms and a pounding dick.

"Can't," you croak, chest stuttering as his hands hugged around either side. "Goodd, toru - I can't — s'too much."

"Too much? Shame." He grunted into your mouth with a harsh laugh. You're snatched around the jaw again as his deranged grin made itself famous.

"Too. Fucking. Bad." Lewd shlaps! sloshed from the puddle between your thighs. "You're gonna - fuck - gonna take it. Gonna cum on this cock cause it's all you're good for, yeah?" You whimpered. Then sobbed at the knuckled pinch to your clit.

"Answer me."

"Yeah - yes! Yes toru - 'm gonnnnaa - cum on your cock, mhhm!"

"There's my good girl." Another kiss bit your lips. Pouring his honeyed poison that you gulp like a hedonist. Bound by his hold on your heart, body — hell, your soul. Strung on your hatred birthed into a sick, twisted need for him to fill the hole left in you. Just as he filled your weeping pussy to the brim.

Your orgasm crashed in a heated tide. Trembled whines and sobs of his name spluttered into hiccups as he set a brutal rhythm on yet another sweetspot. You squeezed his cock enough to flutter his eyes back and he collapsed into you. Still moving. Sloppy. Feral. A slave to the incessant need to prove to every inch of your being that you were his.

His. His. His his hishishi—

An obnoxious chime drew his attention. Your phone strewn across the bed like red-handed culprit. One squint was all he needed. His thrusts stuttered at the name. In neat digital font with a pretty, infuriating black heart at the end.

Sugu <3.

A sneer wretched on his lips, then melted into a grin. Before you could even protest, the device tossed beside your head and a slick thumb swiped.

Satoru's voice rumbled into your opposite ear. "Go on. Talk to loverboy."

Suguru's came from the other. "Evening pretty girl. You free tonight?"

Tears glossed your eyes. Your mouth sealed shut and you swallowed whatever you could. The slow pace was just merciful enough. Once you steadied, you gulped and put on an eased tone. Staring at Satoru like he was your merciful saviour.

Here he was. Giving you a chance to speak to your beloved ex. Who your cried for, yearned for. Even as Satoru slowly withdrew to the tip to give you leeway.

"I - hi Sugu — "

You were wrong.

Shmack! Your sob choked into a wanton moan and your back lurched. Wide eyes stared at your saviour turned sinner, who awaited with that same damned grin and hellish, blue eyes. Thrusts shook your body in a frenzy. Wet squelches and your slew of moans surely carried over the line clearly.

"Heh. Sorry Suguru." Satoru cruxed over you, one hand fisting on your thigh while the other returned to your clit. Cruel like his pace. Like his feral little whisper to the man that will always hold your heart. Even while you're being fucked into mattress by his best friend.

"She's a lil' busy right now. Slutty cunt finally found better, I guess."

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[sweethearticism]

˖ 𑣲 𝓜 y girl

˚₊‧꒰ა satoru gojo ﾉ sweetheart.ᐟ reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ as a special grade, the higher-ups expect you to be early to meetings. alas, you have a certain white-haired guard dog that keeps them from questioning you too much. especially when he's all over you ꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ whipped toru ˖ fluff ˖ protective toru ˖ 0.6k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ squealed writing all of this ⌇ requested

Dimmed lights, bowed heads, stiff silence and . . .

Pink, charmed nails?

"You are late, Second."

The sneer around your title barely earned your flinch. The entrance parted and light swept in. From the outside world or from you? To a certain sorcerer stood comfortably in his meeting position, it seemed like the latter.

Satoru's grin finally returned. A little brighter, all the more sharper as you trotted on in with heels longer than half the dicks in this room and wearing a smile like a cursed technique.

"Still got here, didn't I?" Sunglasses pushed into your hair, a designer purse on your arm. With you came a floral scent into this dingy meeting room the higher-ups swore up and down on.

Oh you weren't trotting. You strutted. As if the world owed you something and rolled your eyes like whatever it gave wasn't enough. Gracefully making your way towards him. A storm wrapped in a pretty pink chiffon dress and dolled from the head down. Your hair? Not a strand out of place. Your make-up? That eyeliner could cut through every sheen these old geezers hid behind.

"And where," one in particular grunted. "Pray tell, have you been? You were informed of this meeting's gravity."

"I had a nail appointment."

The room fell silent. Their fifth special grade. Regarded as the Second Strongest, bested by only Gojo Satoru whom you nestled beside easily. The woman who clawed her way to the top in a feat they'd never seen before. . .

Was late because those same nails she clawed with needed prettying?

"You have no urgency!" Another snapped. Then came several. To your ears it was nothing but fodder. The same bullshit day-in and day-out. You rather occupied yourself with the sorcerer stood beside you.

"Late cause of your pretty nails, sweetheart?" Satoru crooned, barely paying mind to the higher-ups throwing a fit. He stood with a lazy air and arms folded.

"Mhhm." Five fingers splayed before you and nudged to him. Decorative charms shimmered in the dim light. Each nail finely kept, shaped and painted in a style so testament to the rest of you. Elegant, beautiful. "What do you think?"

Delicate is what your hand looked compared to his. Cupped below yours and raising it a bit higher to his vision. Even with his shades, you knew his eyes scanned intensely. White brows raised and grin settling into a tease of a smirk.

"Well, lookie there."

"Do you have any idea of your position!" Another screech that neither of you paid attention to. The higher-ups could threaten and argue all they wanted.

What would they do? They couldn't fight you. And the only one that could?

"Told you blue would look good on you."

. . . was currently kissing over your fingers.

Satoru barely batted an eye, too preoccupied with the azure hue you styled at the tips of your nails. Every voice fell silent as he laid kisses over each of your knuckles like they were the secret to infinity.

You crooked your head to one of the shoji, where the first apprehending official sat. Still as every other breath in the room. And despite your eyes smouldering hot coals,

You smiled.

"Now, can we continue this meeting?"

A voice readied to shame you for your audacity and attitude. But all stilled at once when icy blue peered over a dark rim. Pale lips still flushed to your knuckle. They needn't coil into the frown his glare shone.

"I . . . whatever."

Satoru hummed and released your hand in favour of a strong arm looped around your waist. You're pulled into his side with his watchful gaze still ahead.

"Then let's get on with it, yeah?" He squeezed your hip. Shot you a little smile. Stole one more kiss.

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[sweethearticism]

AS THE ˚₊‧꒰ა ex of suguru geto and the girlfriend of satoru gojo ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ you came to two conclusions.

suguru was way better with his hands. his thick, long, skilled fingers fucked squirts and creams out of you like no other. his calloused thumb stroked your clit in a slow soothe in comparison to how his index and middle fucked the brattiness out of you.

he could milk you for all you're worth. play with your sticky mess and spread it for you to see how white perfectly complimented his black nail polish. stroke on your sweetspot so cruelly until you were crying, whining. with his cocky — “yeaaah baby, such a slut for sugu's fingers huh?” you missed it. missed his fingers. missed how they filled you like they owned you.

but satoru? he was better with his tongue. painting sins on your slit and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it. shoving his face closer, so careless of your mess. he wanted your scent, wanted your taste, wanted to tongue-fuck your pussy into a sixth cream with his eyes rolled back like an addict.

nothing could get him up from your sweet cunt once he was down there. drowning, suffocating, slurping you like nectar, grinding his face in and spelling his name out on your clit like it was his and his alone. while his blue eyes stared you down so loopy, so pussy drunk with his — “fuuckk sweetheart, cum on this tongue again, show me 's yours.”

either conclusion made you cum anyway, so what does it matter?

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