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Not So Secret — Gojo Satoru

gn!reader, wc 0.8k, fluff, established relationship, high school au, jealous!gojo cuz he’s silly

synopsis: Gojo was not a “jealous” guy, but he also wasn’t the best at keeping your relationship a secret.

a/n: JJK 2 IS HERE SO I HAD TO WRITE MY SILLY <333

In his own eyes, Gojo was not the jealous type.

He hated the title more than anything. Although it without a doubt summed up the tight feeling he would get in his chest when other guys approached you, or the ever growing need he felt to tell the world you were his, he would never call himself jealous.

In part, he blamed his feelings on the fact your relationship with him was a secret. After all, that bit was your idea, but he can’t put you at fault for the reasoning. You wished to keep your relationship with him a secret because of how different you both were.

You were a quiet, straight laced student— you always kept to yourself despite being at the top of your class. He was the exact opposite, infamously known as a troublemaker around school, as well as being dubbed as some kind of “player” by your classmates. You knew the types of comments people would say about your relationship if it were to ever go public.

Gojo understood this completely, but there was just one small factor you overlooked— you were incredibly pretty. You were beautiful and he wasn’t the only one who recognized it. He wasn’t the only one to be intrigued by your personality. Gojo told himself that he was ok with this fact, and he wasn’t insecure either— far from it. His heart always knew in the end, you would choose him over the people that would try to pursue you with romantic interest.

When he saw one of your classmates attempting to drop subtle hints to you today, he couldn’t help but feel something had to change. He knew you would probably make some cute excuse as to why you can’t take the guy’s number, or how you’re focused on your studies rather than relationships, and how you would wonder if they would be convinced or still persist, he couldn’t take it anymore.

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Heyo!! If YOU are comfortable can you do 66 with Gojo please (it’s so spicyyyyy). Totally understand if you’re not comfortable tho! If you’re not comfortable will you do 67 with Gojo? ❤️❤️

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 66. kissing while they’re fucking to keep the noises they’re both making at bay (102 types of kisses)

⥽ notes: smut; au; forbidden romance

"satoru, satoru..." you moan, your trembling hands reaching for the back of your master's neck as you clasp onto him. the roll of his hips makes you choke out another sob, so he quickly finds your lips to silence your pleasure.

the strain winds up his body, forces his fingers to dig deeper into the flesh of your waist as he continues to rock back and forth, gliding his slick coated dick seamlessly in and out of your dripping cunt. over and over again, he doesn't stop, the squelching noises echoing around the room but it only fuels the maddening desire within him.

the sound makes him kiss you harder, like he's about to devour you in one sitting just to appease his hunger. he nips at your bottom lip, and sucks on your tongue before lewdly sliding his own back in your mouth to stop you from getting any louder.

your thighs quiver around him, your orgasm making you tremble uncontrollably and you cling onto him for safety as you find your release. the sensation is enough for him to come undone, to keep his hips still as he warms you up from the inside.

you're panting heavily when he pulls away; his sweet lips finding your soaked cheeks as he kisses the tears away. the tip of his nose brushes down your cheek, his hot breath heavy against your neck as he gasps to steady himself.

if anyone were to walk in on him now they would shocked to see the one and only satoru gojo in such a disheveled state, buried deep inside his pretty maid in his most private quarters where the air is thick of sweat and sex.

they'll be looking for him soon, he thinks, but he doesn't care that he's late for the clan meeting...

that currently just down the hallway there is an acceptable prospect of a wife suitable for the head of the gojo family.

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eyes on me - satoru gojo x reader

WARNINGS: smut, breeding, size difference, nsfw, possessive sex type shit, unprotected fucking, multiple orgasms, praise/ degration, gojo calls reader a whore ( but he dont mean that yk he loves you, ) tummy bulge, hair pulling, squirting, marking/claiming, pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty baby, etc,) spitting, drooling, anal play, lmk if i forgot anything else.

REQUEST: jealous! gojo, reader purposley flirting with a guy at a party so satoru would angry fuck you in his car. (i like this req thank you anonymous <3)

AUTHORS NOTE: not proofread, don’t mind any mistakes or errors please

“ya know better then t’ flirt with other guys in-front of me, hm baby?” satoru groans, pushing down your head farther down onto his cock.

“—mmph!” your muffled cries force satoru to look down at you, his blue orbs looking back at your teary eyes.

he chuckles, pushing your head down more. you deserved this, after everything that has happened during the party, the least you could do is please him and apologize.

“right, ya can’t reply with my cock down your throat. you think his cock could ever reach this deep inside ya throat?” he smirks, watching as you struggle to take all of him. yet your tongue continues to swirl against his large dick.

as you continue to struggle, his cock twitches in your mouth. he’s close, almost ready to dump everything inside your throat. your hands give up on trying to get up from his cock, and instead you grip the base of his cock, squeezing all you can to make his release faster.

“o-ohh fuck..” his hips jut up, making you gag. his nodded eyes look down at you, pushing your head down more aggressively as a warm, salty, liquid enters your throat, immediately making you swallow.

“s-shit! take it all, ‘fuckin whore.” satoru grunts. your pussy continues to leak out the more he empties himself inside your mouth, all of this was cruel. yet it fed onto your arousal.

he pulls out of your mouth, watching as you breathe in and out almost too quickly. as if you weren’t able to breathe for hours.

satoru groans, cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him with your mouth opened. he pumps his cock, slapping it against your tongue making you moan out loud. at this point you didn’t care if anyone was able to hear, you just wanted to get fucked.

“ride me baby, imma make you all the work since you ‘wanna be a slut.” he grins, hands going down to your waist to help you get on top of him. you whine, legs almost giving out as you tried getting on top of him by yourself.

you’re sore and sticky. legs dripping with cum, and your own juices. and your whole body messy with sweat and satoru’s cum. the last hour was just rough tucking, and you never had your own release.

“y-you’re so mean! i wasn’t even flirting, jus wanted you to pay attention to me.” you huffed, wincing as your forcefully getting sunken down onto his cock again.

satoru cups your cheek, lovingly rubbing it before softly slapping it. “now that’s a lie, don’t lie to me baby. unless you want a bigger punishment.” he starts off, his thumb teasing the entrance of your asshole.

“i’m being nice, don’t be so bratty now sweetheart.” his jaw clenches, using his other large hand to guide you on his cock. bouncing you up and down, knowing you were already at your limits.

your stomach erupts into hot flames, his cock continually stretching you out, probing at your womb, and hitting at places you didn’t even know his cock was able to reach.

maybe that’s what you get for getting with an attractive man, with a huge cock. you were not complaining though, besides now.

satoru caresses your thighs, leaning in to suck into the skin of your neck. his thumb sinks into your asshole as you’re bouncing on his lap, you let out a loud cry at the sudden penetration.

“n-no! ‘ts too much, ‘m sorry!” you beg, having both of your holes stuffed was something that would always drive your head crazy.

he pulls away from your neck, his hands now forcing your hips to bounce on his cock 2 times faster than before. your head pulls back from the bliss, and overstimulation. you still haven’t came yet.

“stop fucking complaining. if you wanna cum, then be a good girl and take this dick.” he grunts into your ear, aswell as biting it.

fat tears were falling down your puffy cheeks. satoru took in the sight in-front of him, his cock leaving a print inside of you, along with a bulge that boosted his ego. then he looked at your face, it was full of tears, sweat, and semen from previous blowjobs that you had given satoru.

you let out choked sobs and gasps as his cock continues to sink in deeper inside of you. and it wasn’t even because of you bouncing on top of him, it was because of him.

“jesus, look how deep i am inside you, pretty baby.” he murmurs, cupping your chin with his free hand so you could look down at your stomach. your eyes widen as you watch the bulge in your stomach move up and down.

“y-you’re so deep! ‘s too much for me.” you complained, looking away at the sight to sink your head into the croak of his neck. satoru feels tears leaking onto his shoulder.

your legs continues to shake, despite the lack of effort you were able to put into riding him. you were tired. the bubble forming inside your stomach begging to be released, you needed to cum.

“t-toruu lemme cum, please!” you continued to beg, your arms wrapping around his neck once more. leaving tiny kisses on his jaw line. your voice hoarse, dry with tears streaming down your cheeks.

he hums in response, almost moaning completely by how much your cunt is sucking him in. satoru’s cock drunk, there is nothing else better than your pussy. and he is sure of it.

and of course he isn’t going to share, not with anyone else.

“say you’re sorry, and that this pussy is mine. maybe i’ll consider letting you cum.” he groans, thrusting into you more deeper than before, making you gasp out surprised.

“i-i’m so sorry, for flirting with him! ‘m all yours, please, please.. lemme cum.” you begged once more, hands gripping at his wrists.

his thrust begin to be sloppy, aswell as his abdomen tightening up. signaling you that he was going to release inside of you.

“fuck! hurry and cum w’ me.” he starts off, pulling you into a heated kiss. his tongue intertwined with yours, rolling it around lewdly as he spits inside it.

satoru’s lower half becomes wet with your juices as you continued to squirt, you were now a crying mess. even if you were kissing him, all tongue included. his cock bully’s your cervix, his thick and hot cum spilling inside of you.

your mind goes fuzzy, and blurry. the feeling of your womb getting filled up once again makes your legs shake, going numb.

when you both pull away, satoru’s face is flushed red. he kisses your wet and puffy cheeks, making you look back up at him. you still looked beautiful even after crying, and him fucking the life out of you.

“you’re mine, pretty baby.” he starts off, pulling out of you. a mixture of yours and his cum dribbles out of your sore, abused, and puffy clit.

“i see you flirting with another man, you get it worser. do you understand?” his tone gets dark, looking deeply into your eyes.

though he has been harsh to you, you smiled and nod your head. your hands grip against anything around you as he pushes himself back inside of you to keep all the cum inside of you.

“yes toru, ‘m so sorry. i love you.” for the first time in awhile, he gives you a genuine smile. his lips meet your jaw, giving it many small, but meaningful kisses.

“i love you more, sweets. you learned your lesson?” he questions, one of his hands caressing your jaw. you nod your head, a smile still on your beautiful features.

what shocked you was when he began rocking you back and forth, you winced at the feeling. your whole lower body begin tightening up, still sensitive.

“w-wait toru—“ he cut you off, shushing you sweetly. his hips slowly thrusting against yours.

“last one baby, promise. needa make sure you actually learn your lesson.” he smirks, noticing how your breathing gets heavier. yet your hold against him gets tighter, as if he was going to leave.

“be a good girl for me and take this dick. if i see my cum leaking out of you, i’ll fuck you harder then before.”

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no one talks about how obsessed toji is with your ass. don’t bend over when ur in-front of him. no because he’ll fuck u right there and then. he wants to drool when u wear those tiny ass shorts that are only a bit longer than your panties. he’s so mean when he just randomly spanks u :( so harsh too. “toji — leave me alone.” “eh, i was talking to your ass, not u dollface.”

when you guys are out in public, his hand placements are bold enough to scare men away. he thinks that his hands are made for him to touch your butt and he’d rather die than witness another man lay hands on his babies bum. oh and please sit on his lap and maybe grind on him, he needs his daily dose of medicine.

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Warnings: ns/fw, aftercare, sp@/nking

Love the concept of aftercare with Satoru, especially after an intense scene. Your ass is bruised, red, darker red, purple hue marks all over. Hardened and sensitive to touch, hell it hurts even when he’s not touching it. You whimper and whine, suddenly sinking deeper and deeper into the scene, like a lost puppy, struggling to register the pain that soared through your abused bum.

“Relax baby, sssh~ it will go away I promise.” Satoru smiles, kissing your abused butt tenderly as he applies lotion. Truth be told, he wants it to hurt a little. Just a little before it fades of. This is why he hasn’t let you touch your bottom, or hadn’t soothed it himself. Your ass feels like it’s on fire.

Satoru had asked you to bring your hairbrush tonight, and was mean enough only spank one side of your ass, until he deemed fit, until he deemed it abused enough. Then, going in for the other ass cheek. “The world’s not fair baby, neither am I,” he smirks, making sure to hit the hairbrush sharply on the curve of your ass.

Some hits get you shivering in pain and pleasure, the wedgie shoved up until it reached just below your chest. Your clit had the right amount of friction, your ass had the right amount of pain. Why wouldn’t you love this?

When it’s all over, Satoru looks at you softly, kissing your forehead and says. “Sit” eying the floor. He wants your sore bottom to feel the pressure while you sit on the hard floor. You comply, being shoved into subspace by your dom and hiss at the sensation, feeling accustomed to the pain now.

“Now keep sitting like a good girl, and I will run us a bath later.” You comply with his words, waiting on him until he comes back with a vibrator to toy on your cunt. Letting you lay on the bed, letting your ass feel your body weight & not soothing it until he pulls out two orgasms.

You are slumped until the very end, the pain turning sweeter and sweeter as you close your eyes. Satoru clicks a picture of your ass shamelessly, showing you how it looks. Honestly, it doesn’t look that bad. Your whole ass is red, with some dark red and purple marks, but it doesn’t hurt that bad.

“Say thank you for the orgasm.” Satoru commands, swatting your hand across your sensitive ass again. You whimper, mumbling immediately, “Thank you, sir.”

Now that you are nuzzled against his chest, breathing softly and inhaling his comforting scent. While Satoru runs his hands everywhere but your ass, letting you stay in the sweet pain a little longer. You couldn’t have asked for a better aftercare.

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Jujutsu kaisen Spoiler 226

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I’ve ordered a shit load of things with groceries online and let me tell you, Satoru would absolutely be so affirming about it. He knows you hate going out so what if you want to buy stuff online. What if it’s a tad expensive? Not more expensive than his girl’s mental peace.

“Sweet Princess, you forgot to add that tub of Belgian chocolate ice cream you love.” He leans against your shoulder, watching you haphazardly add items onto the cart without looking at the bill. It’s fine, Satoru never lets you pay for mundane things anyways. It’s simple, ‘I’m rich, let me afford your life style while you use your money to spoil you. And mine.’

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I realized I always portray Satoru as such a menacing dom but let me tell you, it’s the reader bugging him to be mean ya’ll. He is an absolute sweetheart who will kiss the ground we walk on, and during any sexual scene when he finds us even a tad anxious/uncomfortable/reluctant. He’s immediately switching his persona to your loving, doting partner.

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to whoever created hobie brown, god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol that took your mom to the hospital to give birth to you.

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satoru gojo x gn!reader

cw: nsfw, this is my first time writing smut, p*rn link included ^.^

content under cut!!

skin slapping and breathy moans was all that could be heard in yours and gojo’s shared room. satoru’s fucking you so good into the mattress with a mirror in front of you, hes pounding into you with that yummy curved cock of his that keeps hitting your sweet spot and fucking his cum deeper every time he thrusted into you, yours and his sweet moans mixed together as the scene unfolds before your eyes in front of the mirror looks so sinful. all so so fucking good for you and you can’t almost take it

“…such a sweet lil girl…hah~ taking my dick so well” he moans out.

“th…ank you… sa-hah-toru, s’good s’good” you cry out as you came for the nth time that night

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“ I love you, “ || Gojo x Reader

summary: Satoru finds himself in a moment of jealousy and insecurity.

ALSO! you guys have just started dating!

idk what i wrote bc it’s rushed and i didn’t proofread… i was just bored

Satoru isn’t the type to say “ I love you “ often.

The first time he said it was in the form of a gesture. Sure, it wasn’t the exact words, but it still warmed your heart. He took your hand in his, kissed it, and twirled you around.

The sound of slow, mesmerizing music lingered in the dim kitchen. His eyes were focused on your lips, and you were focused on moving your feet. The mere thought of you stepping on his foot ruined your mind.

Satoru leaned in closer, grabbed your shoulder, and whispered, “ You look stunning tonight. “

Your feet stopped, questioning if you heard him correctly. You were in nothing but a simple nightgown with fluffy home slippers.

“ I really mean it— you’re beautiful. I’m just so happy that I have you here with me, “ he continued, grinning at your blushing face. He leans to his right and turns off the music before carrying you into the bedroom.

Satoru quickly changes out of his uniform and joins you in the bed, trapping you in his embrace. The sorcerer burrows his head in your shoulder as you wrap your legs around him. He can’t help but think of the bitter lump that’s forming in his throat.

Just a few moments ago, he was threatened. Satoru would normally not give a single flying fuck, but this was an exception.

Your childhood friend, Sen, approached the sorcerer and announced that you were going to marry him. Satoru, of course, got mad. He was already publicly dating you, and you were head-over-heels for him!

Satoru was infuriated with the idea of you coddling another man— he was so infuriated to the point that he felt jealousy. The sorcerer came home earlier than expected, hoping to talk to you about it.

“ Y/N, can I please talk to you about something, “ he said, mentally preparing himself for what’s about to come.

“ Is it about Sen? “ You started playing with his hair before reassuring that you won’t go through with the marriage. It was something that your father always wanted. He didn’t want you to marry someone from the Gojo clan, because he thought that the Zen’ins were way better.

After a moment of talking, Satoru kissed your shoulder as he snuggled closer. The sound of rain grew louder, and you felt yourself feeling quite drowsy.

“ I love you, “ you mumbled, head aching from exhaustion. The sorcerer doesn’t say a thing, but you continue to fall asleep. It was enough reassurance for him to know that you love him. Satoru’s lips tug into a smile as his eyelids struggle to stay open.

He takes a mental note to take you to the new bakery tomorrow. It’s his way of saying “ I love you “ back.

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Giving the jjk boys head

Geto is a sigher; keeps his movements minimal and doesn’t force your head in any way when you’re in between his legs, holding himself up by the palms of his hands, and bobbing your mouth over Geto’s dick.

Nanami is a grunter; he places his large hand over your head, never pushing until it gets too hard. Your legs writhe in his tight grip, and his clutch is white-knuckled to the point you’re sure bruises will form the following morning. He grunts in your ear with every thrust he gives your throat.

Gojo is a moaner and proud; every time you bob your head to take him to the back of your throat he groans, and when you pull back to lick your tongue along the underside of his dick he lets out soft, breathy moans that have your thighs clenching together hard.

Yuji is a whimperer; he writhes, moaning shakily and begging with his whimpers, getting quicker and more desperate. Tipping his head back so that his dark curls are spread messily against the floor as his hips rut into her mouth, panting and groaning and utterly unaware of how fucking hot he looked right now.

Megumi is more of the silent type, not surprising. His head tipped up towards the ceiling slightly – and breathy, ragged ah’s constricting in his lungs. His breathy moans were hushed as you gave him brain and each breath that slid through his parted lips sounded quieter than the last.

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✦。Multiple JJK Men

Giving them a cake that says “nice cock”

Gojo - “Ooo, this for me?” he asks as you hand him the box. Gojo opens it and the first thing he does is snort before cackling. “First and best compliment of the day!” Later that day, you get your own cake and compliment delivered to your door by Gojo’s beaming self.

Toji  - “Heh.” He snickers as he swipes middle and ring fingers across the letters, smearing the words and collecting the icing. He pushes them past your parted lips (accidentally hitting the back of your throat bc his fingers are just so fucking big) he lets you suck on the sweet cream while keeping his gaze on your teary eyes.

Nanami - He just…he just nods, gives you a hum, and a forehead kiss. Literally nothing else. (He shares the cake with you though.)

Geto - Stares at the words in silence for so long, it makes you rethink your life choices. He turns to you and gives you a big smile, “did you write this yourself?” he asks. When your answer is a simple ‘yes,’ Geto’s smile widens into a grin. “Good,” he mutters. (He wouldn’t eat it if it was written by someone else)

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Hi can I have nanami with a reader who has severe daddy issues(self projection at its finest🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️)

cw: romance and smut

Author’s Note: Hi nonnie! Thank you for this request, I hope I did it justice! Let me know what you think!

You meet Nanami for the first time at a bar one Saturday night. Or maybe it’s a Friday night. The details are fuzzy, mostly because all you can focus on is the warmth of his tongue inside your mouth. The delicate graze of his hand on your cheek. The faint taste of liquor on your lips as he kisses you against the front door. You’re both tipsy, enough to loosen your inhibitions, not enough to regret what you’re about to do. 

He goes home with you tonight. It’s not supposed to be special. Another run of the mill one night stand, something you’re familiar with. One of the few things you have control over. It’s always just sex, nothing more. You’re not a commitment type of person. There’s not a man out in this world that you can trust anymore, not after the issues you inherited from your shitty childhood. Life is easier being alone, only having yourself to worry about. It’s better. 

You can admit, though, that he’s a fantastic kisser. He moves his mouth against yours so seamlessly, even in the pitch black of your apartment. You guide him deeper into your home, leading him into the bedroom, where he fumbles with the wall, trying to find the switch. Before he can, you grab him, pushing him forcefully onto the bed. You don’t say it explicitly. There’s no need to, not when you’re done with him after tonight. The thing is, you don’t fuck anyone with the lights on. It’s too intimate, makes it all seem like something more than what it is. You don’t need him to see you, and you don’t need to see him. It’s better this way. 

Luckily, he doesn’t question it. He probably thinks you’re too horny and too eager to even bother with lights, and you let him believe that. With both of your clothes stripped off, him naked on top of your bed, you straddle him, positioning his hard cock at your entrance. 

“Wait,” he says.

You stay still as he stares at you, cupping your face, thumb brushing lightly against your cheekbone. The moon shines dimly through the shades of your window, barely making out your silhouettes in the dark. His eyes are open, watching you intently, gaze following your figure up and down, back up again. “You’re beautiful.”

Before he can say anything else, you sink down onto his cock. He’s an even better fuck than you expected. He bounces you easily on his lap, fucking your sweet spot until you’re unraveling above him. Body more pliant now, he repositions you flat on your stomach, pulling your hips towards the edge of the bed, where he stands. He fucks you again, doggy style, mouth biting into the pillow to mute your wanton moans. His hips thrust into you erratically, sending the both of you into a fucked-out frenzy. He pulls out, shooting his load onto your back.

He mutters an apology, blindly grabbing at the tissue box on your nightstand to clean up his mess. You ignore him, not because you’re upset, but because you have nothing else to say. In theory, this should be over. He should leave. That’s the way it always goes. You don’t like letting your hook-ups spend the night.  

It shocks you when he wraps his arms around you, spooning you from behind. You almost want to shove him off, yell at him for breaking your secret rules. But even you can admit that this feels nice. He holds you with such tenderness, despite his primal behavior just a few minutes ago. He doesn’t speak, understanding that he doesn’t need to. It’s like he’s got you figured out, or he thinks he does. You’re too spent to overanalyze it, so you let him stay.

The next morning, he offers to cook you breakfast. And sure, you could easily do it yourself. But he’s insistent on it, so you let him, watching him mosey around your kitchen, cooking perfectly scrambled eggs to go along with avocado and toast. It’s not as uncomfortable as you thought it’d be. In fact, it’s not uncomfortable at all. Maybe because he doesn’t pry into your personal life. 

Eventually, he says, “I’d like to see you again.” He sits across from you on the dining table, plate clean of the meal he just prepared.

You fold your arms over your chest, swallowing your last bite of food. “Look, Nanami. I don’t really do this. I’m not looking for a relationship.”

He copies your stance, matching your energy. “I’m not either. That’s why I think this could work out.”

“How so?”

“Two cynical people, not looking for love. Sounds like a perfect match.” The assumption doesn’t bother you because he’s correct. It also helps that he admits it about himself, too.

You scoff. “More like a disaster.” You lean back against your seat, thinking out loud. “If you’re trying to fix me, you can’t.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t need to fix someone who isn’t broken.”

You lean forward, studying him. “You don’t know anything about me. What if I hurt you?”

“I think I can take it,” he says, a small grin on his face. 

It’s silent for a few moments as you ponder his proposition. It’ll take the work out of trying to find a new boy toy to fuck every weekend. Besides, Nanami is leagues above any of the other flings you’ve had, though you’ll never admit that to him. Finally, you agree to give it a shot. You’re certain it’ll end soon anyways, what’s the harm in giving it a try? You exchange numbers, granting him free reign to contact you whenever he’s in the mood and vice versa. It feels like a business deal, especially when you shake on it, his grip firm, eyes locked on yours.

For the next couple of weeks, you and Nanami meet frequently, either at his place or yours. It’s the best sex you’ve ever had. Tonight, he eats you out through your lace panties, soaked in your slick and his saliva. His fingers slip past the fabric and inside you, curling towards your G-spot. The lights are off again; you never do it with them on. It’s a rule that he’s followed loyally, still without question. He makes you come within minutes, lips now wrapped on your swollen bud, panties stretched to the side. “You taste so good,” he muffles against your skin. “Love it when you come on my tongue.”

You giggle, fist in his hair, his soft tufts between your fingers. “You love this pussy?”

He nods, staring up at you, still lapping at your clit. “I do.”

He makes you come once more before moving up the bed, beckoning you onto his lap. This time, he reaches for the lamp, fingers on the cord, looking at you. “Can I?”

It’s the first time he asks, and surprisingly, it doesn’t catch you off guard. Without a second thought, you answer, “Yes.”

When the light turns on, you expect some type of epiphany or mental breakdown. But in all honestly, it’s none of that. Nothing really changes. It’s normal. 

Before you lower yourself onto him, he caresses your cheek, giving you the same expression he’s given you before. Eyes roaming up and down your body, indulging in this erotic sight of you on top of him. “You’re beautiful.”

He doesn’t look at you any different in the glow of the lamp light. You’re beautiful with or without it, still unbroken, perfectly imperfect, just like him. The only difference is that it’s easier to see. And while you’re exposed and bare for him, you don’t feel vulnerable. You feel safe. 

Soon after this, your little arrangement fizzles out and blossoms into something real. 

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Silly little thoughts about Nanami holding your hand while fucking you stupid. Giving him pure, unadulterated, bliss. His voice being hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look back up at him through your eyebrows with lustrous eyes, he could’ve came right then and there. You could feel the cool metal of his ring imprinting on your skin from the pressure of his thrusts.

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+18 only minors DNI

how jjk men react when you swallow !!

contains: oral sex (m. receiving); cum ingestion; lil hint of degradation (toji); praise and encouragement (gojo, geto); fem pronoun reader but anatomy isn’t really mentioned.

(a/n): lemme know if y’all want a part II with other characters ☺️

nanami: sweet man is grateful. after all he doesn't expect you to and its certainly something he wants but has difficulty asking for. he is a bit bashful to ask since he hasn’t been with a women who is fond of the taste. but omg when you finally wrap your lips round nanmin for the first time you cant control yourself from making him feel so good his toes curl. slurping his balls and throating his swollen cock with grace. he tries to warn you hes getting close in between huffing gasps, but every time he opens his mouth to speak you take it as an indication to milk his cock with even more gentle vigor.

when he cums its intense. washing over him in euphoric waves, nanamis eyes are squeezed shut and his hips instinctively jerk up to keep his cock down your throat while he finishes. you gulp him down after each warm spurt of cum, looking him directly in the eye and caressing his thigh with your smaller hand to soothe him. his eyes are still squeezed shut but his breathing begins to even out.

"d-did you-?"

"of course, you taste amazing, ken!"

you’re a vixen.

gojo: hes so fucking loud and annoying about it omf but in the best way possible, i love a vocal king! he encourages you and praises you a lot just because how could he not while you look so pretty pleasuring him so. hes touchy feely while you suck him off; running his hands all along your shoulders, the back of your neck, and your hair while youre gagging on his length. he will rub your cheek with his thumb to cop a feel of how his dick bulges in your mouth. when hes close to cumming he laces his own fingers with yours while they're resting on his thighs, it makes him feel closer to you. "oh baby, its coming-gonna cum for my good girl-fuck, say ahhh!”

you immediately smile with your tongue out, bouncing up and down on your thighs in excitement as his sweet, hot cum clumps all over your tongue. you swallow it eagerly, before he can even blink an eye.

gojo huffs a light breath as you lick his half hard cock of any remaining cum and drool.

(he’s thinking of getting you a pretty little necklace that says ‘special grade cocksucker”)

toji: hes already a brute, but when he feels your throat flex around his cock as he cums it invokes something primal within him. " fucking whore, did you just swallow my load?" he asks around a gruff groan as he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his twitching cock.

you cheese brightly and open your mouth wide for toji, moving your tongue down up down left and right to prove how hungry for him you were. it drives him insane seeing you be so giddy and pliant even with how rough he is, it makes him wanna see you break. he shoves his cock right back down your throat, overstimulation be damned "dont waste a single drop" " what a fuckin cumslut"

geto: holds your hair and smiles so gently at you while you plesure him with all you've got. mans has immaculate patience, he’s almost too relaxed at first, it makes you yearn for his loose tongue and firm hands. so you crank the head into overdrive. throating him till his swollen cock head touches the back of your throat while making a move to caress his spit slick balls. a breathy grunt leaves suguru and he wouldn’t be ashamed to admit you have his toes curling already. you make eye contact with him and begin to move your neck up and down in tight circles, tightening your throat exceptionally as you massaged his cock.

“thaaata girl, fuck im cumming-“

geto feels your throat contract around him as the underside of his cock twitches, filling you with his watery spend. he watches your throat flex the whole time while carding his fingers through your hair and giving you head rubs. he smiles softly and tilts your chin back up to him

“open for me.”

you open your mouth wide and move your tongue up and down, from left to right to show you took it all.

“such a good girl.”

[fonkymonkeyfriday]

horny thoughts !

satoru who's just so fucking obsessed with sticking his fingers in your mouth. it's his surefire way of getting your brain to melt basically whenever he wants. if you don't have one already, satoru will pretty much condition you to have an oral fixation solely on his fingers (and his cock, of course).

he'll do it anytime, anywhere. you'll be laying your head on his lap on the couch, watching a movie together. his hand trails up and down your arm, your neck, along the edge of your face, until satoru's long fingers are prodding at your mouth which opens automatically at this point. you'll be at a restaurant in a secluded booth and he hand-feeds you one of his desserts. you end up sucking the sugar off his fingers. he takes you shopping and sneaks into the dressing room with you, and when you start getting too loud while he fucks you he gags you with his index and middle fingers.

when you're being a brat every so often, it's a good way to get you to shut up. and he'll make so much fun of you for it. "hah, that's really all it takes, huh? this is all it takes now to make you go all dumb? why do you even bother acting up when you know you nearly cum from just sucking on my fingers? my sweet little slut, got you trained so well for me."

satoru who's just a little fucker who likes seeing you suck on his fingers (and another part) <3

take a shot for every time u read the word "fingers" in this. fun way to die quickly