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inspo here. tw exhibitionism ☆

being the head of one of the most prestigious clans in japan is no joke. lots of work and meetings and barely any play, especially with clanleader!gojo’s gorgeous wife.

by the time he gets home at night, you’re usually fast asleep, and then he’s forced to settle for rubbing one out while he admires how the soft, pale moonlight illuminates your perfect face.

or, when both of your schedules do align for a break, it’s always far too short for his liking. like, no, an hour is not enough time to eat you out and make you cream on his cock at least three times. it just isn’t fair!

you deserve better than this. you deserve all this attention and time and affection, and those stupid, wrinkly-dick geezers won’t let satoru give you that to the best of his abilities.

unfortunately, killing them (currently) isn’t an option. so, he’ll settle for the next best thing.

when he’s forced to attend some would-be menial dinner meeting, he gets on his hands and knees and begs you to come with him.

“c’mon, sugar, pleaseeee? it won’t take long, promise, and i need you there. the food at that place is really good, too.” a pause, and when you don’t budge, arms still folded over your chest, “honey bear, sweetie pie, my adorable little gumdrop—”

you agree, even if it’s only to make the nicknames and pouting stop.

it should be pretty standard anyway, right? sit there, let satoru do most of the mingling, and enjoy your food. that’s what you always do, and it’s never let you down before. after all, you can’t talk to those snobs if there’s always food or a drink in your mouth.

but you should’ve known better with satoru. you should’ve noticed the gleam in those gorgeous cerulean eyes, the extra mischievous smirk tugging at glossy pink lips when you’d turned your back, the fact that he’d insisted on you sitting in his lap, even with— no, especially with all the higher-ups at the table.

cheeky cheeky, little husband.

your teeth tug at your bottom lip, a heavy lump in your throat as you fight to keep your less-than-decent noises down. not that it matters, much — every man at this table knows exactly what’s going on, and satoru is all the happier for it.

“gojo-sama, this is not—”

a glowing glare from behind you silences the man’s words. “oh? i’m just here with my wife. is that a problem?” satoru sighs and shakes his head like a disappointed parent. “we rarely get any time together anymore. i miss her, y’know? she works, i work. tough to find a balance.”

the higher-ups exchange looks, all of them doing well to avoid looking at your trembling, sweating form. no one wants to risk the wrath of the strongest.

your husband’s cock is nestled deep inside like it’s meant to be there, all seven inches of it throbbing and twitching with every involuntary clamp of your slick, gummy walls, and that mushroomy tip pressed flush against your cervix.

you couldn’t fight off a reaction even if you were held at gunpoint.

“mmf...”

he leans forward, planting a gentle kiss to the back of your ear. “good girl. jus’ hold tight, mkay?” he whispers, and that typically boisterous voice is soft and low for you, warm breath ghosting across sensitive skin.

though, that’s a very slight consolation when his hips buck a little into you, and your back arches before you catch yourself. be normal.

he lingers for just a moment to smell your shampoo, like this is just a casual dinner and you aren’t fighting for your life and dignity. “plus, aren’t you guys the one worried about not me havin’ an heir?”

they squirm in their seats like scolded schoolchildren, some opting to stuff their face while others either down a shot or glance around the room.

cowards.

“constantly pestering me with and swamping me in utter bullshit... it’s real rude. really minimizes my time with my lovely wife.” he pops a bit of steak into his mouth. “so, i figured why not make it up now? that’s the least you guys can do, yeah?”

his gaze does a broad sweep over the private room, and each and every higher-up nods their head. they’d like to leave this restaurant in one piece and alive.

satoru grins, bright and wide. “good.”

your shaky hand reaches back to slap at his side, and he looks down at you, eyes crinkling and pupils dilating.

oh, you’re just so pretty. you make his heart race and butterflies bloom in his stomach like some sort of pathetic teenager in a cheap romcom. you make him want to sing to birds and bunnies and deer, to throw extravagant parties in your name, to commission someone to sculpt a greek statue of your likeness.

“s-satoru—”

oops.

“oh, baby, i’m sorry,” he coos, and if this was any other situation, you would’ve believed him. “i didn’t forget about you.”

your brows furrow. “huh?”

satoru starts to bounce his knee, shifting you up and down, a steady, quick rhythm that has those veins dragging through your walls and right against that spongey spot. your jaw goes slack, and you snatch that hand away from his side to slap it over your open mouth.

“nghh!” traitor.

he presses another kiss to your temple before his smile dims into something less genuine, more threatening as his gaze lifts back to the decaying farts. “sorry not sorry to interrupt,” he says with a slight shrug. “don’t let us hold up this super important meeting. weren’t we talking about investing or whatever?”

the old heads glance around before realizing that satoru is serious. dead serious, actually.

they clear their throats. “right, yes...”

the meeting is over before you know it. they say nothing when you physically can’t keep quiet anymore, the coil in your gut snapping clean in half as you whimper and gasp. they ignore satoru whispering filthy words and sweet praises into your beet-red ears when he finally pumps you full of his seed. they don’t question it when you can’t properly bid them goodbye, eyes hazy and legs wobbly.

better to tuck tail and run, but at least they know two things now:

one, they need to stop hosting so many meetings, especially when satoru’s wife is available.

and two... they’ll be getting a gojo heir soon.

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um hi so sorry for dying for like 2wks BUT I did not expect that toji post to blow up!!! tysm 4 all the love, y'all r so cool and i swear ill post 💔

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dilf!toji who just can’t resist his cute lil neighbor :(

two big, meaty hands grip your sides, blunt nails digging in hard enough to where you’re sure bruises are already forming and marring your soft skin. he slams you back onto all eight inches of his cock, and his pupils expand as your ass jiggles and you squeal, “toji!”

his name sounds so perfect on your glossy lips, like a damn hymn.

“this is what ya wanted, right?” toji doesn’t even bother with waiting for a response from you — he already knows the truth.

why else would you always tell him “good morning, mr. fushiguro!” with that bright, pretty smile and big, round eyes or offer to babysit megumi in those dangerous scraps of fabric you call shirts and skirts, matching lacy pink bra showing from your low-cut top and panties peeking out whenever you bend over to pick up a fallen pencil?

or, the boldest thing his pretty baby has done, fuck some loser so loud that toji could hear it through his bedroom wall? you wanted him to hear your moans, every cry — “mm, harder!” — and whine — “oh, fuck, right there!” —, every muttered praise that couldn’t have been for the peon you were with, but for him, for toji.

and toji hates to disappoint, especially someone as cute as you.

that’s precisely how you ended up where you are now, face down, ass up in his bed, drool dribbling from your open mouth and eyes nearly crossing as he splits you right on open with his monster cock.

your fingers desperately scrabble for purchase against his sheets, acrylic nails digging in as your hips uselessly try to squirm away.

you hadn’t expected your neighbor to be so cruel, either! he’d barely stretching you out before ramming that girthy length into you, leaving your poor hole fluttering and stinging in an attempt to adjust. not that it did much — he’s still much too big, his tip bullying your cervix with every thrust and making you feel impossibly full.

it’s soooo not fair, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. hell, you can barely think, much less speak.

even if you could, you wouldn’t tell him to. you’ve never felt this good while having sex in your life.

“ungh, mmngh, t-toji—”

a snap of his hips shuts you right up, and toji grins, that sexy scar in the corner of his mouth stretching with his lips. “yer gettin’ what you asked for, but now yer whinin’?” he tuts, and one hand abandons your hip to deliver a harsh smack to your ass. “greedy slut.”

and, no, he doesn’t miss the way you clench down.

“jus’ hold still and take this dick, yeah?”

as if you can do anything else.

each thrust is loud and sloppy and mean, your pussy crying out for more with every lewd squelch. it’s like he wants to plow you through the damn mattress, and god knows you’d let him.

you’d let him do anything.

which is why when he cums, you let him pump you full of his hot seed, every spurt making your overstimulated body convulse. toji doesn’t say anything, either, thinking you’re too out of it to question him.

y’know, megumi has been whining about not having anyone to play with. maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll give his baby boy a precious little sister <3