#gojo x chubby reader

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ex bf!gojo new girlfriend looks and behaves suspiciously like you

ex bf! gojo compares his new girlfriend to you

ex bf!gojo just so happens to buy his girlfriend the same perfume and clothes that you own and wear frequently, it's just a coincidence though

ex bf!gojo talks about you when he's tipsy to geto and shoko about how much he misses you, he forgets about it the next day

ex bf! gojo tells himself that there is no need to unfollow you on social media, you ended on good terms so its okay when he stares at your photos for hours wishing you were next to him

ex bf! gojo will sneak downstairs after his girlfriend has gone to bed and lifts up his shirt and holds it in his mouth to stop any moans of your name coming out as he touches himself over your pictures

ex bf! gojo has kept all photos of you together and your explicit photos too. he knows it's wrong to keep nudes of an ex but it's not like it's some regular ex girlfriend, it's you

ex bf! gojo doesn't let his girlfriend use his phone because then he'd find that the home screen is a photo of you and him

ex bf! gojo imagines your face while sleeping with his new girlfriend. he doesn't feel any guilt, it's the only way he can get hard. though he still misses your plump body underneath him, tummy rolls, your warm wet cunt and how soft you feel

ex bf! gojo has given up on teasing and making flirtatious comments to his new girlfriend because she always reacts differently than how you would react, so what's the point if it doesn't remind him of you at all

ex bf! gojo cringes when his girlfriend moans or just talks too much in general

ex bf!gojo swears he's over you and everything is okay (that is as long as you don't find a new boyfriend)

ex bf!gojo smirks when he sees you in public with your new boyfriend. he thought he'd be mad but your new boyfriend looks like the lesser hotter version of him, the resemblance is still there though. you obviously are still into him.

ex bf!gojo confidentially comes up to you both, starting to make a conversation with you and leaving out your partner. you notice but can't seem to care as you didn't realise how much you missed satoru until you saw him again

ex bf!gojo confidence boosted even more than it was after seeing your new boyfriend as you pay attention to what he says with that cute bashful smile on your face that he loves so much

ex bf! gojo knows you'll come back to him soon, it's inevitable by the smile on your face that day. until then he'll wait, picturing you in bed and breaking up with his girlfriend when you come back

based on this short i wrote

[chososdiscordkitten]

Are You A Chick?!

artist: @kcokaine_ on twt

Synopsis: Gojo gets turned into a woman for a few hrs and reader nd him get down to fun activities ^-^

Pairing: Fem!Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: established relationship, unexplained gender bending, GOJUSSY :D , wlw, use of his/her regarding gojo, fingering (f gojo receiving), oral (f gojo receiving), squirting (gojo), SCISSORING🤩✂️, dirty talk, god I love women

MDNI

You were lying on your shared bed, bored, scrolling on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. You were about to call him to ask why he was so late. Only you heard the front door of your apartment opening- bolting off the bed to greet him at the door. 

Halting your steps when you saw a smaller version of Satoru standing in the kitchen. 

Wearing the now oversized clothes you saw Satoru leave the apartment in that morning. You squint your eyes, scanning his face and noticing it was much softer. 

His jawline not half as sharp, poutier lips and a smaller nose- his face looked so similar, only it had a more feminine look to it. His eyes were the only thing that stayed the same- big and adorned with thick white lashes.  

“Don’t say a word.” Satoru spoke- his voice a higher pitch and with a suede purr. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Satoru reach out a much smaller hand than you expected- “Are you a chick?” you parted your lips- amused at how the blush started to rise on your boyfriend’s cheeks. 

Satoru huffed- a bitchy sigh with his hip popped slightly. “It’ll only last for a few hours.” you huffed- entertained at the feminine voice Gojo spoke in. 

Though he was usually taller and broader, his clothes were too large for his now more petite frame. 

You darted your eyes down to her chest- Small pebbles peaked beneath Gojo’s tshirt, his small breasts forming two tents beneath the fabric. Widening your eyes and realizing that this was real. 

“Can I touch them?” you asked, the corners of your lip curled up- thinking about how sensitive Satoru was generally. You wanted to discover how sensitive your boyfriend was in a woman’s body. 

Satoru scoffed- sounding just like you’d expect him to as a woman, bitchy and bordering on a bimbo tone. 

Your boyfriend shook off the oversized jacket- showing you just how much smaller he was now. 

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows- small and effortlessly perfect, pushing out her tits and looking at you with a pouty glossed lip. 

You reached your hands out eager to feel your boyfriends breasts. “Should I be concerned that the first thing you wanna do when I get home is feel me up?” Gojo laughed- a soft giggle coming from her throat. 

Scoffing as you placed your hands beneath Gojo’s braless tits, “If I came home the opposite gender- what would the first thing you do be?” you scoffed, Parting your lips and grabbing what you could from her chest.

Perky and no bigger than an A cup. But her tits filled your palms perfectly. 

Your thumb took an exploratory swipe at the little bud formed beneath the t-shirt. Earning a light, pretty huff from Satoru’s lips, flashing your eyes back up at him with a glimmer circling your pupil. 

You raised your eyebrows- a greedy smile forming on your lips at all the thoughts that raced through your mind. “Can I fuck you?” You grinned, watching the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen. 

It took very little for Gojo’s lips to snap to yours- feeling the petite woman before you trying to take the reins from your hands- but all it took was one little grope at her ass to make Gojo compliant. 

Guiding Satoru back into your bedroom with your hands roaming beneath the hem of his shirt- grasping at the soft skin beneath the fabric with pretty whimpers falling from her lips onto yours. 

Pulling away from Satoru’s lips when you settled him to sit on the edge of the bed. 

Her lips pulled to the side, a soft ‘tsk’ leaving them as Satoru looked up at you. “Why does it feel like you’re more into this than normal?” Your gender-bent boyfriend bitched at you as you slipped off your shirt. 

Placing your hands onto the sides of Satoru’s chunky cheeks, pressing soft kisses onto the puffy lips of her face and guiding her to scooch up the bed. 

You grinned, placing your hands on the edge of Gojo’s shirt. “What does it feel like?” changing the conversation as you pulled Satoru’s shirt off his body. Hanging your mouth open and seeing the sight before you. 

Not in a million years could you picture the portrait that was painted before you. 

Satoru’s bottom lip pouted, a roaming blush forming on her chest and pink hardened nipples greeting you. 

“Feels like I’m gettin’ pawed at.” Satoru scoffed, pressing her lips back onto yours and feeling your hands rest on his hips, dipping your fingers beneath the band of the oversized sweats and rolling them off. Feeling Satoru’s hands mimic the movement on your own bottoms. 

Only this time- compared to the hundreds of others, Satoru’s hands had a soft, delicate touch. 

Satoru had you pinned as he naturally did, on your back and your legs spread with her hips resting between them. Satoru tugged your bottoms off as his delicate lips moved against yours. 

Feeling Gojo do the same, leaving him bare and waiting for something to happen- trying to recall what he usually does whenever he isn’t a woman- trailing his smaller hands from your side to your inner thigh. 

You scoffed- “This isn’t about me ‘toru.” you smiled, pulling his hands from your thigh and intertwining your fingers with her slim ones. Looking at the soft expression your boyfriends feminized face held. 

“You don’t wanna know what it feels like for me?” you grinned, trailing the tips of your fingers against her rib cage- causing a shuddering exhale to leave his lips. 

Satoru bit her lip, feeling the warmth between her legs twitch from your offer. 

You trailed your hand between her thighs, reaching the drenched center Satoru had ignored between his legs till now. 

Watching her mouth inhale sharply, batting his white eyelashes closed as you lightly traced your middle and ring finger against her core. 

It took very little for Gojo to straddle your thighs, leaning an arm back and planting it on your calf. Giving you an unobstructed view of your boyfriends pretty, glistening cunt. 

As pretty and leaky as his cock was- this gave you a different kind of shiver down your spine from how fucking gorgeous he looked right now. 

Your hands rubbing softly on Satoru’s thighs, looking up to her shy expression. 

Satoru was a talker typically- teasing and being able to act on his horny threats just to make you blush. But now Satoru held her tongue, shy eyes avoiding your gaze. And squirming at the light grips you’d make against his thighs. 

And when her hips had ground down- instinctively as though you had cock for him. 

Or when your hands finally reached his pale inner thighs- you swore you could hear a slight shudder take the shape of a whimper leave Gojo’s throat. The prettiest sound you had yet to hear from him. 

He would let out pretty sounds generally, but this- this was something different. More defined, and less throaty. Almost as angelic as the pretty white lashes fanning over Satoru’s blushing cheeks. 

His hand urging you with a light squeeze at your thigh. When you finally traced the pad of your thumb against the little glistening pearl that you had neglected for what felt like an eternity to Satoru;

As though it was unwillingly, tossing her head back with a nibbled lip. Even the curve of her neck was fucking pretty. 

Dissolving into the feeling of your gentle thumb against his clit. His grip against your thigh turned to a squeeze with urge as you made more teasing circles against him with a hand on his pale thigh. 

Between a breathy moan, Satoru looked back to you- “It’s unfair that you get to feel this all the time.” she huffed as you applied a little more pressure to the sensitive nub. 

“Just wait till I make you cum-” you huffed with a smile, watching Satoru’s effeminate face churn with pinched eyebrows at your words. 

You raised your hand from his thigh- placing it flat, right where his womb would be. “Do you feel it building right here?” you asked in a murmur, looking up at your pretty boyfriend with amazed eyes. 

Satoru only nodded quickly- her plush lip tucked between pearly teeth and eyes closed. Your thumb making hastier circles and watching Satoru’s chest heave with eyes full of wonder.

Your hand traced to her bent hip, lightly squeezing at the malleable skin and watching the face Satoru made as you drew an orgasm out of her. The tips of your ring and middle finger circling at the taut entrance that seeped nectar. 

Satoru gasped when the pad of your thumb caught the very tip of his clit. Snapping one of his slender hands onto your shoulder as a brace. And your lips being right at the level of his perky tits- your lips parted and latched onto the puffy pink nipple on her chest. 

The whimpers that left Gojo’s throat were far too genuine- knowing how unashamed he was about them normally, the ones he let out now would be equally as unashamed.

Satoru’s lips parted in a small ‘o’- stuttering over every other moan as your thumb rubbed harsher circles against him. Your tongue lapped at the pebble of her nipple, sucking harshly to draw more pretty sounds from her lips. 

Gojo tried- she tried warning that they were cumming. As though some kind of mess would spew from him as it usually did. Only your hands didn’t care- neither did your relentless lips. 

With a choked moan- Satoru held his breath. His cunt clenching around nothing as the tips of your fingers felt the twitching his entrance made- as though she was trying to suck them in. 

Your eyes looked up at the pretty sight before you- parting your lips and throwing your head back. Watching with amazed eyes at the pale, shuddering shoulders that were graced with light goosebumps. 

Satoru’s eyebrows were lightly pinched, and her puffy lips parted- finally releasing the air trapped in his lungs with a pretty moan. 

Giving him a few seconds to shake off the aftershocks of his very first orgasm as a woman. Satoru trailed her hands to the side of your head, caressing gently and looking down with a peaked corner at her lip. 

“So unfair-” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips as his hips ground down to your fingers. Your thumb made little to no movements as Satoru’s hips urged your fingers to press inside. 

And as bitchy and needy as he was as a man- You knew not to deny Satoru this now. 

Isolating your middle finger and pressing against Satoru’s soaked, taut entrance- a whimper between a breath leaving his throat and rumbling onto your lips. Lightly curling your finger until you hit a little nudge inside him. 

The little prod making Satoru pull away from you with a soft whine. Both of his hands now on your neck and arm- trying to find soothing in whatever his hands could grip. 

“More,” Satoru whimpered into the air between you- a high pitched upturn ending her plea. Your lips latched onto hers- drawing your finger from her soft walls and pressing it to the neighboring finger. 

Lazily kissing at the corner of her mouth, trailing kisses down to Satoru’s softer jaw. Pressing both of your fingers past her entrance- “So tight-” you murmured, feeling resistance from her walls as her hands gripped harder. 

Clearer whimpers and moans, leaving her throat at the light sting, your lips kissing down her neck- trying to find the sweet spot Satoru always allowed you to exploit. 

And when the tips of both of your fingers reached that same spot from earlier, the moan that left Satoru’s lips bordered on guttural- a high-pitched inhale followed as your lips found the sensitive spot of her neck. 

Suckling at the pale skin as your palm pressed flush against her clit. Satoru’s eyes fluttered shut as his hips started moving back and forth. Unashamedly rutting his cunt against the arch of your palm as your fingers lightly bumped into her gspot. 

Your lips formed a smile against Gojo’s skin- grateful of how pretty she sounded, almost like a hymn to your ears. Even more with the light squelches of his cunt frotting against your hand. 

Reaching your hand up her ribcage that flared with every sharp inhale she made. Lightly cupping her breast with a teasing thumb on the hardened nipple. 

It was too much for Satoru- overstimulating himself as his hips moved without instruction from his brain. The tingle of Satoru’s own gluttony formed in his spine as your thumb took a few soft swipes at his nipple. 

“M’gonna cum again-” she whimpered, as though it was you moving her hips against your palm. You pulled your lips from her collarbone with a smile. 

“Go ahead.” you instructed, tone far too deep and overindulgent as Gojo’s hips moved quicker- frotting her leaking cunt against you with a whimper. 

It was as though the pearly gates of heaven opened for Satoru as he felt another orgasm wave over her petite shoulders, his cunt clenching around your fingers. Barely able to keep his posture as she rode herself down- greedy hums leaving Satoru’s lips as you kissed at her chest. 

Using the hand on her hip to guide her to keel onto her side- landing on the bed with a pleased smile. Rolling onto her back as your lips planted gentle kisses on her sternum. 

Soft hums leave his lips as your hands spread his thighs. Tilting her head to the side and watching your shoulders rest between her flawless thighs. Placing a hand to the top of your head as your lips kissed at her thighs. 

“You’re so greedy~” Satoru hummed as your lips dampened small circles on her thighs- close to her glistening cunt, but still so fucking far. 

You let out a soft laugh, “I’m greedy?” softly caressing his outer thighs as she nodded against the pillows. Excitement reeling behind her cerulean eyes- so eager to know what it feels like to receive head as a woman. 

And as though her hand was urging you to finally kiss somewhere other than her thighs- you made a light lick from her perfectly displayed cunt up to her clit with a shuddering sigh leaving her lips. A groan left your lips at her flavor- as sweet as you expected her to taste. 

Your hands held Satoru’s hips, keeping them spread with her feet planted harshly against the bed. Your tongue made a few more kitten licks at her clit- hearing the desperation in every whimper that left her lips. 

Taking one of your hands and aligning it with her entrance again- right below your chin and slowly pushing them in. Your lips connect with the base of her clit with your tongue lightly swirling against the puffy nub. 

Your fingers moving with ease now- his cumt stretched just enough for you to start pumping your fingers. Satoru swore that his eyes would cross had he held them open- so he closed them. 

Thralling his head back into the pillows with a throaty moan- the hand on his hip moving up her side- gripping at Satoru’s breast with a light squeeze. 

Gojo’s back arching against the bed as your fingers prodded against her gspot. The whispers of overstimulation roaming up her spine once more as she felt another orgasm build in her womb. 

Only this time it felt different- His moans far too loud as your tongue made relentless swirls against her clit- your fingers bumping into her gspot at the perfect angle. 

“Wait-” Satoru inhaled sharply, his hips bucking up into your mouth as the knot in her tummy tightened. Nodding her head quickly as she fisted the sheets- knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping. 

You looked up at Gojo, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips greeting you as Satoru whimpered. Threats of ‘I’m gonna—’ left her lips as you continued the mean movements. 

Satoru sat up slightly with a groan- your palm filling with spurts of liquid as your fingers continued. 

Loud mewls leaving Gojo’s throat as your mouth refused to stop- making sure to drain Satoru as the sides of your face became drenched with his squirt. 

“J-jesus fucking chri-” she called out in an exhale- her hips stuttering against your lips as you slowed your fingers. 

And when you finally got your fill, Satoru’s hands cupped the sides of your face and pulled you back up to him. A light moan vibrating onto your lips as she kissed you. Tasting her own slick and essence on your lips with every swipe her tongue made against yours.

Your hands groping at her thighs as Satoru pulled away from your lips- looking into your eyes with urgency. 

“Fuck me baby, please-” She whimpered into the air, desperately needing to feel you. In any way she could. 

You pressed your lips onto hers again, feeling her hand roam down to your bottom and give you a squeeze, the other cupping at your breast- noting that even as a woman, Satoru had wandering hands. 

In the split second after Satoru begged you to fuck her- you thought to the how. No strap- no toys at your disposal- but then you thought of the closest thing. 

Rolling over with Satoru in your hands- leaving you on your back with one of Satoru’s knees planted beneath your thigh. The other straddled atop your other leg.

Completely tangled between limbs as you pulled your lips from hers- Your bare cunt and his threatening to touch as she looked at you with curious eyes. 

You placed your hands onto her hips, looking into her bleary, cerulean eyes and guiding her down. A little whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact of her cunt against yours. 

It took very little for Satoru to get the hint- planting her hands onto your sides and straightening her back. 

Taking a small nibble at her lip at the feeling of your clits bumping against each other. Looking down and watching at the small grinds he made- a small giggle laced with a moan leaving her lips. “Ffffuck, It’s like we’re kissing~” she grinned, causing you to let out a small laugh with an eye roll. 

Satoru reached for the back of your thigh with one hand, pinning it up slightly to give her a better access and a better view. 

Gojo tried starting at a slow pace- but the warmth radiating from your cunt onto his was undeniably tantalizing. 

Small moans fell from her lips as she started making unpatterned, sloppy thrusts against you. Uncaring if it wasn’t right- only that it felt good when his clit would bump against yours and the mixing slick of both your cunts making the filthiest shlops and squelches made him even more wet.

Her tits bounced with every desperate thrust she made against you, your hands holding a bruising grip at her pale hips, following every grind she would make against you. 

And when Satoru’s thighs started burning from the frantic movements- your hands led her hips into the frotting. Through gritted teeth- “Right here ‘toru-” you mumbled, Satoru taking over for your hands and humping against that very spot. 

Her face churned with pure, undiscovered pleasure as the mixed slick made it easier to glide against you. 

Shared moans reverberated off the walls before Satoru leaned down to connect her lips with yours, her breasts pressing against yours harshly. Keeping the same quick pace against your linked cunts. 

His tongue slotting against yours sloppily as moans rumbled against each other- hands gripping at anything they could find with his clit grinding against your own neglected one. Building your own orgasm as you hummed against Gojo’s lips.

One of your hands on her plump ass- gripping harshly with the other on her hip- and Satoru’s were gripping for dear life at your plush thighs- working himself through the overstimulation with soft groans against your lips. 

Splitting the kiss with a loud whimper- desperate hips rutting against you at an unbelievable pace as you felt the knot in your tummy threaten to come undone- “I’m cummin-” she whimpered before pressing her lips back onto yours. 

Your eyes tightened as Satoru worked you past an orgasm, back arching against the bed as Satoru crossed the finish line with you. Squirting whatever was left inside of her against your cunt. 

Huffing heavily through her nose as her hips slowed- Satoru’s grip on your thighs loosening as she felt the aftershocks roll through her shoulders. 

Easing your thigh down and feeling Gojo rest her body weight atop yours- just like he did when he was a man. Her lips sloppily moved against yours before pulling away- hazy eyes and pressing her chest further into yours with a pout. 

Your hands raised from her ass and rested on the soft skin of her back. Satoru raised her shoulders and looked into your eyes- almost troubled.

“What is it?” you mumbled, touching her cheek and caressing it softly with your thumb. Watching the pout deepen before parting his lips. 

Her breasts pressed against yours- “How do you know what to do with another girl?” Satoru pouted in a sad tone. You smiled softly, nodding your head and resting back into the pillows. 

“I did a lot of experimenting in college.” you hummed, Satoru following you and rubbing her nipples against yours unknowingly. 

Your eyes flashed down to your connected chests- “You’ll still like me when I become- me again, right?” She spoke softly- shy and stark in comparison to how he usually was. 

You pinched your eyebrows- “Course I will ‘toru-” pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “I can’t wait till you're back to normal.” you mumbled. Looking at the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen at your declaration. 

Satoru let out a dreamy sigh, squinting and looking down to where your eyes kept flashing. “S’like we’re kissing.” you smiled with a mumble, a small giggle leaving Satoru’s lips. 

She sighed, leaning her head back down to your shoulder, “Dunno how you get anything done if that’s what it feels like every time.” Satoru mumbled, closing her eyes and placing a hand on the side of your face. 

A half-laugh left your throat, “I would be all over you 24/7 if I was a chick.” he hummed, legs tangled against each other as your hand rubbed small circles at her back. 

“God knew not to make you a woman, you’d cause too much trouble,” you murmured, hearing a half conscious hum leave Satoru’s lips as she drifted to sleep atop you. 

That night you fell asleep with your girlfriend in your arms- soft, dainty and bare in your hands. Breathing softly with a feminine tinge in every exhale she made. 

And you woke up with your broad, far too heavy boyfriend in your arms. His exhales taking their usual throaty tone when he breathed them against your skin.  

Either or- it was still your Satoru. No matter what form he took, he was still yours. 

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(a.n) this was so hot, I love woman, and gojussy. by the time you're reading this, ill be watching a medieval tournament👍🏽

[shaisuki]

the first thing gojo does after getting released in the prison realm is fucking you.

there's no such thing as a greeting but with his hands wandering all over the expanse of your soft body and his lips peppering all over your round face. his muscular arms picking you up and pinning you in nearest wall and let him do all the work.

drilling you with his cock that got your toes curling and hips arching from the slap of his hips into yours. his arms into your creamy thighs, hands into your plush waist.

“missed this pussy so much, baby.” he babbles. loving every inch of your fat pussy being wrapped around his thick length.

you can't help but gush around him, your juices coating his cock and gojo pounds mercilessly in you. can you blame him? he misses you so much and its been so long since he tapped that pussy of yours and it's heavenly just like the last time but sure he is taking his time to embrace the warmth of your walls against his.

despite being out for so long, gojo still retains his cheekiness and being a tease. randomly edges you to get a whine from your pretty lips and bumps his huge cockhead into your cervix making you cry.

gojo being mesmerized from your body bouncing, taking every pound and slam of his body to yours. you are such a good girl for him for taking him so well.

gojo can't help but to bite the flesh into your neck and moans. desperate to leave marks into your skin just like he always does and marking you as his. you're so soft and plush and he wants you to breed over and over again.

gojo who can't help but to break into a huge grin, seeing you so dumb and drunk from his dick. so pretty. the words coming from your mouth reduce into whines and moans.

and gojo finally dumping his huge load into your fat cunt that it spills even his cock is stuffed deep inside you. spurts and spurts of his cum still coming after one another as you came undone from the bullying of his thick cock inside you.

you think he's finished after that but his cock is still hard and begging to be wrapped around your fat pussy and who are you to deny him.

after all, he misses you so much.

[saintkaylaa]

insecure curvy reader…

(ft. choso, kento, satoru, megumi, yuji, toji, sukuna)

note: for anon, i hope you liked! I didn’t include everyone just bc the jjk lineup is so long😢 but if i didn’t include the one you wanted just lmk! also don’t mind the horrible attempt at sukuna but I included him (and Toji) bc i feel like they go feral for curvy women. (same tho). also, after a baby!reader on choso🫰🏽

warnings: body dysmorphia?, weight/size discussions, suggestive, sexual remarks, f!reader, curvy!reader, pregnant!reader

— choso

— kento

— satoru

— megumi

— yuji

— toji

— sukuna

[merakidoll]

warnings : penpal!gojo. mentions of blood, self pleasure. yandere

dried blood fell to the ground and into the drain of the nasty prison shower. it was very rare inmates got to shower alone, but for gojo it was nothing new. the prison had deemed him a threat, dried blood from another inmate who he had overheard talking about his doll.

“pretty little thing” he raved to the group at lunch. “gonna get out and fuck her silly” before he had met his fate his friends faces all drained and paled. the white blue eyes man standing behind the offender with bulging muscles and light blue eyes, dark and angry. “you gonna what ?” he had no time to respond, gojo not even turning him to face him, when connecting his punch. once he fell- ice cold to the ground, he contined to beat him untill he felt like he had done his doll justice.

his arm was against the wall forehead on it watching the bloody water turn clear. gojo wasn’t someone who had many thoughts and that’s because you consumed his mine faithfully. he could practically vision you, your tits bouncing as you professed your love for him and that made his cock arise. “fuck” he mumble tip automatically leaking, his long dick bouncing, while he balls had a mind of their own. spitting on himself his bruised hands wrapped around himself beginning to pump. he closed his eyes just to get a better imagine of the detailed scenario

“you love me babydoll?” he said to himself your face planted in his head, making his orgasm spike closer. “m’there mama! shit! gonna cum over that pretty face and beautiful tits” groaning his seaman painted the floor, a little getting on the wall.he didn’t bother doing anything in that bathroom. drying himself off and leaving without the towel. the guards were caught off guard by his nakedness - and at how beautiful his body was. and gojo had no shame, as he walked back to the single, confined cell.

[preeningpisces]

♡ Too Sensitive - Part One ♡

Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms. 

Includes: Geto, Gojo, Nanami, and Toji Part Two

Content: cunnilingus, fingering, p-in-v, overstimulation, edging

Petnames: sweetheart, girl, good girl

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!

Geto is sly & coaxes you through it: the fact you need his help to do something so simple brings out his possessive side–he’s the only one that can make you cum, not even you can do it. 

♡ ♡ ♡

“Such a needy girl,” Suguru looks all too-pleased as he strokes your clit, watching you closely. “Can’t even make yourself cum—you need me to do it for you.” Lost in the clouds you nod dumbly and sink into the couch. When you mentioned your problem offhandedly, you never expected your friend to offer a helping hand. In reality, you shouldn’t have been shocked. It’s in Suguru’s nature to step-in and help out--to take care of you. Apparently, your eyes slipped shut without notice, because Suguru pats your cheek–gently, but firm enough to wake you from your reverie. “Keep your eyes on me.” 

After directing you to sit-up and face forward on the couch, he kneels on the floor between your legs. With eyes fixed on you, he lowers his mouth and lays a kiss on your chubby mound. Embarrassment floods through you, and it deepens when he mouths at your labia. He continues like this, kissing and sucking near your pussy, but not giving you what you really want. 

“C’mon,” you pull on his hair, urging him to hurry. “Don’t be a dick.” 

“Needy and demanding," he chuckles before trapping your clit with a harsh suck. Shocked, you yank on his hair and shout. Going from no touch at all to such intense focus is too much, too soon. Instinctively you try to pull his head away. He ignores it at first, but when you continue pushing at his forehead he detaches from your clit with a rough suck. Your wrists are captured, and guides them to the edge of the couch.

“Don’t move them, or I’ll have to tie you up,” he says with a wink and returns to your swollen clit–if he could leave a hickey there, his sucking is hard enough he would. The couch cushions crumble beneath your fingers, and your legs tremble when he doesn’t let up. You practically howl when he shakes his head back and forth, his hum buzzing through your pussy. 

“God, I can’t take it, I can’t–I can’t” you ramble, alternating between rolling towards and away from his mouth. A smack to your thigh makes it wobble, and reminds you to watch him. The look in his eyes makes you burn as your end approaches, and now you frantically try to get away from him. “Suguru, stop!” 

His lips twitch in amusement, and his hands keep you in place with a halting grip on your plush thighs. You come with a scream, and feel your pussy leak all over his face and couch. He groans against you as he soothes you with kitten licks, eyes never leaving your face as it succumbs to pleasure. Before you can fully unwind, he slides two fingers in you with a soft squelch and a sly smile. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Gojo is playful & teases you through it: he’s excited by the challenge, and is confident he can get you to your orgasm without making it unpleasant. He’ll have you begging for more.

♡ ♡ ♡

Why you thought telling Satoru Gojo, the most obnoxious person you know, about your sex problems was a good idea, you still don’t know.

“Satoru fuck oooooff,” you whine as your hips jerk in a desperate search for more as he steps away from the bed. He has denied you an orgasm three times already. Not coming is standard for you, and you essentially edge yourself all the time, but he’s been clever enough to stop right before you get over-sensitive. Edging you before you edge yourself, if that makes sense, and it’s been driving you mad. 

“You told me to stop, yeah? I thought it was ‘too much,’” he mocks your earlier plea and tone. It's true–you had told him you couldn’t handle it when you got close, and ever since then, he’s been tormenting you. His large hand skims over your stomach with a look of mischief. “Are you going to let me make you cum,” he squeezes the fat of your mound, “or are you gonna cry about it again?” 

You shake your head, ready to endure any discomfort to finally release the heavy tension in your body. 

“I’ll take it. Please make me cum–oh fuck!” Your plea is cut off with a squeal as he thrusts his cock into you. It stretches you deliciously; he grimaces with effort as he allows you to adjust. As soon as you beg him to start moving he sets a rapid pace, barely holding himself back. His thumb finds your raw clit, and flicks it with upward strokes, greedily watching his cock disappear. 

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he says through gritted teeth, and forces himself to slow his thrusts. He wants you to cum first, then cum again, and again before the night lets up. Instead of pulling out, he grinds his cock against your g-spot mercilessly in tandem with his thumb. You nearly scream when he presses his hand onto your squishy stomach, increasing the pressure against the tender area. “Oh, you really like that, don’t you?” 

His smugness is as sexy as it is irritating, and you bite your tongue when the rush of nerves sets in, making you want to roll away and prevent him from touching you any further. But the thought of him teasing you all over again makes you quiet yourself, only whimpering behind closed lips. It doesn’t take much more for you to come, and cry out pathetically. Your pussy clamps around his cock so hard he falls foreward with a swear, and has to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from joining you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he lifts your hips in strong hands, and pulls back only to surge his cock back in. “Now hold on–we’re just getting started.” 

Nanami is encouraging & soothes you through it: of course he wants you to cum, but he doesn’t want it to be unpleasant or cause you pain. He knows he needs to be mindful.

♡ ♡ ♡

Normally he would prefer to eat you out, but with how overwhelming this is for you, he needs his mouth free to talk. He has your back leaning against his chest as he traces steady, gentle circles on your clit, and languidly thrusts his fingers in you. During a discussion about incoporating sex into your relationship, you explained your issue with orgasming, and since then Kento swore he would make you cum everyday to make up for the lost time. Who knows how many times you've missed out in your life?

“It’s too much,” you whine against his mouth, your legs trying to shut and keep him away. Wet sounds fill the silence as he disregards your complaint. It surprises you that Kento isn’t listening and continues fingerfucking your pussy instead–he’s always such a respectful man, so the fact that he’s pushing you past your limits turns you on more than you’d expected. 

“You’re alright, just a little more.” He eases his pace despite his words, not having the heart to ignore you completely; the way your pussy squeezes around him makes his cock throb and tempts him to go faster. A flash of heat burns your core when he spreads his fingers, scissoring them and stretching your pussy. You're hushed by his lips, kissing you slowly to keep you from floating away. A particularly sharp thrust to your g-spot makes you tear away from him with moan, and roll into his hand. Pleased with your compliance, he rewards you with kisses down your neck, and an affectionate nip to your shoulder. You wind your hand through his hair, holding him hostage with the crook of your arm.

"I'm going to speed up now, okay?" is the only warning you're given before he's gathering your wetness to glide over your clit with quick strokes; his fingers focusing on your g-spot with deliberate pulses. Suddenly your panting becomes frantic, and your body jerks with restless energy.

"Oooh god, slow down I--Kento!"

“Just breathe, sweetheart. You can do it.” The encouragement makes you still with a sob, the searing heat on your clit finally releases and you come so hard you distantly worry you’ll pass out. His delicate circling continues, but slows down considerably as he whispers praises in your ear. It takes everything within him to not roll you over and fuck you until you see stars. All he wants is to see your pretty face scrunch in pleasure again.

“Are you alright?" you nod, and he moves you to lie down. "Thank you for trusting me. I know that was hard,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, supporting your boneless body in his arms. 

Toji is cocky & pushes you through it: he knows all you need is a little push–your mind just doesn’t have the willpower to keep going when it gets sensitive. Incompetent partners wouldn’t recognize an orgasm if it slapped them in the face & wouldn’t notice you didn’t cum. But thankfully, he sure as hell can fix that

♡ ♡ ♡

With alcohol-loosened lips, you lamented your struggle with orgasming to your colleauges, earning bewildered stares from the two men. Next thing you know, you're back in your hotel room with Toji’s head nestled between your thighs, making you jerk and convulse as he licks you down. With his tongue fat and flat, he grinds against your clit, making you feel the texture of his taste buds.

So eager he hadn't even undressed you: he just pushed you back on the bed, rolled your skirt up, and tore a hole in your pantyhose. It’s felt amazing thus far, you can feel yourself dripping on the bed, but anxiety prickles in your chest as your orgasm approaches. You worry that you’ll have to stop, make him upset that he couldn’t make you cum, and ruin the mood. Not to mention, sorely wound his ego--even though that thought amuses you, you wouldn't intentionally hurt him.

As if hearing your inner dilemma, your body lurches with a sudden surge of red-hot sensitivity, making you yelp and pull at his hair. Toji only hums, appreciating the rough treatment. 

“I don’t know if I can do it. I’m s-sorry–ah!” Your thighs squeeze around his head, signaling for him to stop. The plea is ignored, and instead a thick arm pushes down against your soft stomach, pinning you in place. You thrash beneath his hold, but he doesn’t budge, and sucks your aching clit into his mouth with his tongue flicking relentlessly. If you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, you’d notice how he grinds into the bed, and grunts against your pussy. When you keep protesting, he pulls away with an irritated glare.

"You can, and you will." His assertive confidence makes you tingle with nervous anticipation--he really isn't going to listen to you, is he? You don't have long to contemplate this because he licks you from your ass to your clit in one long swoop--which makes you squawk in disbelief--and rolls the bud between his lips before sucking more roughly than before.

Knowing exactly what you need, he pushes your mound up with his spare hand and hums around your clit noisily. It’s so intense you shout, and weakly slap at his shoulders as you’re shoved over the edge–only the sound of his slurping competes with you to fill the room.  

After several moments of twitching and whimpering, your mind clears enough for you to look at him. At some point he had lowered your legs to sit back on his knees, and now stares at you with a cocky grin and a wet face.

“Atta girl,” he palms his bulge through his baggy pants. “Think you got another in you?”

[sanjisblackasswife]

Thinking about College Student Gojo in class constantly getting distracted by you sitting beside him during class.

One stripe, two stripes, his eyes were mesmerized by how your slightly puckered lips poked outwards as you applied your gloss as you looked at your tiny mirror at your desk.

It was so pretty in his mind.

You were so pretty.

Not having his infinity on, but somehow you still felt his sharp blue eyes on your left side. Not moving your position, but pausing to shift your eyes to meet his under his dark shades, you hum, “Want some, Sato?” Playfully offering the lipgloss wand to him, Your voice sounding as sweet as the mochi he ate prior to class, Gojo couldn’t help but to.

“You’re good at that.”

“Thank you, Sato…I pride myself into making sure my lips ain’t dry.”

You speak so sarcastically with him he damn near forgets his next words, his mind going through a thousand thoughts,

how pretty those colors mix on your supple lips, how you use your acrylic pinky nail to remove the excess gloss from your lower lip.

How soft they would feel.

“Maybe one day you’ll take me up on my offer.” The sound of the lip gloss snapping shut cleared Gojo of his thoughts. He breathlessly chuckles,

“What? You’re saying my lips are dry?”

Before you answer you hear the commotion of other students and teacher emerging in one by one. You both give one last glance at each other until you look away to greet Geto and Shoko, but Gojo still had his blue eyes on your side profile, nibbling on his lower lip.

“Hey, Satoru.” His best friend pats his shoulder to sit beside him. “Are you blushing—“

“LET ME—copy your notes. I forgot again.” Satoru raised his voice, eyeing a now confused Suguru while he takes out his notepad.

It’s embarrassing how you make him feel, so effortlessly.”

[keisurou]

kiss me like you love me. | gojo satoru x f!reader (mdni)

hellooo my loves <3 i’m back after a year with our beloved gojo :3

warnings: handjob (m!receiving), misunderstandings (gojo and reader are both in love with each other but reader thinks he loves shoko), implied masturbation (m!receiving), slight god complex, unnecessary storytelling. rushed ending i’m working on it i swear

          the first touch feels electric even though he expects it, fingers curling around the base through the layers of his cotton pyjama pants. it’s hard but he wills himself not to squeeze or apply any sort of pressure. 

         “satoru,” there’s a soft knock on the door. his stomach clenches, muscles flexing as he painfully stops, a new sudden wave of lust shooting through him. “satoru, can i come in?” 

         he bites back a groan and gets up with a pillow tucked under his arm. it’s better to have something to cover with on the chance that you do actually come in and decide to talk. you’re dressed in sleeping clothes, a plain yellow tee with the old cotton pants he remembers from years ago and he bites back a smile; you always did have a hard time letting go. he opens the door wider but doesn’t move an inch and when you squeeze past him, the curve of your hips brushes against his thighs. he hates himself for not making the gap even smaller. 

        gojo hears the creak of the bed before he closes the door and by the time he reaches you, you’ve already wrapped yourself up, head poking out as you stare at him, almost unabashed. it’s almost unnerving having your entire attention on him, especially while in his bed and he can’t control the snarkiness in his voice when he finally opens it “what do you want?” 

        you frown a little and then sit up, hugging your knees to your chest. it makes the material of your pants taut against your skin and he has to force himself to not stare at the curve between your ass and the back of your thighs. but once he looks up at your face, he can see your cleavage, the way your shirt is on the verge of gaping open if you just–

        “you seem way worse off than i thought.” 

        his mind stutters to a stop. that was an insult.. right? he blinks back at you slowly, almost dazed. it was a bad idea trying to engage in small talk while all he could think about was how good you’d look underneath him. “i’m worse off?” 

        you look away this time, almost embarrassed. he can tell with the way you hug yourself a little tighter with your feigned air of nonchalance. you were never fooling anyone but you look far too cute for him to say anything. “about the engagement.”

        “i’m happy for them.” he settles into bed on the edge, closer to you but not close enough. “aren’t you?”

        “of course i am!” you push out your legs, not meeting his gaze yet. your feet lightly brush across his calves. “i was just.. worried about you.” 

        “about me?” his lips twitch into a grin, and he inches a little closer. he knows perfectly well what you’re talking about; he’s surprised you hadn’t come to him sooner about his. both shoko and suguru knew about his little crush on you for years, but you? you were still under the assumption that he liked shoko in high school and that the tiniest of lingering feelings were still there. “are you going to make me feel all better then?” 

        “i’m not going to do anything to suguru and shoko,” your voice is soft as you look up at him from under your lashes. “but if there’s anything else..”

        yeah, he knows that; you’re too righteous and stubborn for your own good, and his best friends breaking up is the last thing he wants to happen. “there’s something, but you can’t do it.”

         it garners the reaction he wants; you let out a cry of protest as you shuffle closer to him, just as expected “i can, just tell me.”

        but he can’t. he’s too busy staring down your shirt because in your haste to get an answer out of him, you hadn’t realised just how close you’d come or just how flimsy your clothing is. by the time you do actually realise, it’s too late. you gasp lurching back, your arms coming around to cover your breasts over the shirt and before he knows it, gojo is reaching over to grab your arm to pull you back closer. “i thought you were going to help me,” his smile stretches into a smug grin as he cages you in his lap. “why are you running away?” 

        “it’s rude to look down someone’s shirt.” your words are soft, or maybe it’s just soft in comparison to your thundering heart beat. “especially if it’s not someone that you like.” 

        “it’s ruder not to pay attention to something so pretty that’s begging for attention.”

        you’re a spluttering mess at this point, and you try to shift away, but he’s got you caged in, a hand resting on your hips, his fingers dangerously close to the waistband of your pants. “i’m not pretty or begging for–”

        “you are.” he cuts you off, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. you feel the flex of his thighs underneath you and you swallow a whimper. he chuckles softly, fingers splaying across your naked back before whispering once again. “i’ve thought about you begging for me many times...” you fail to notice the way he inches the material of your sleep shirt up until you feel the chill of the night air, hardening your nipples to peaks. “..and it’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

        any words of protest die on the tip of your tongue as you frantically try to make sense of what he says. because why would he ever think about you when he’s heartbroken from shoko’s engagement? why would he call you.. pretty, even for a second? unless.. 

         unless he was looking for a rebound. “wait, wait—” you press a hand against his chest, creating the slightest bit of distance. gojo doesn’t move you any closer but his thumb is insistent, petting along the underside of your left tit. “what.. what’s going on?”

         he blinks at you from under his lashes, and you’re momentarily stunned into silence with how pretty he is. “well, i was hoping i’d be able to get you to sit on my face.” 

         you’re surprised at how level your voice is. “that’s all?”

         he raises one perfect eyebrow, before he finally lifts the shirt hanging off your shoulders up and over your head. “if you can stop at that.” 

         the challenge is unspoken but it’s confirmed your doubts; he does want to forget and he’s chosen you. it should be considered a blessing, considering how long you’ve been suppressing your feelings for him but would you be able to go back to normal after tonight?

        “you’re thinking too hard.” his voice has dropped an octave, thumb brushing over a peaked nipple and your breath catches in your throat as he does it again. “what are you thinking about?”        

         “sometimes..” you murmur, trailing off as you focus your gaze on his hair, the silver locks shining even in the dimmed light. he wills himself to stay as still as possible, even when your lips ghost over his “sometimes i feel like.. you’re too perfect to be human.” 

         “yeah?” he swallows, hand ghosting up, up, up your skin and the softness of your stomach before cupping both breasts. “why’s that?”

         you’re taken aback, body freezing up momentarily; you didn’t know he was the type to want validation. but you're already trailing fingers along his jaw, your hips shifting closer to rock against his over the flimsy layers. “you seem almost invincible.” he rewards you with a hot kiss below your collarbone and another just a little below, his tongue tracing along the path he takes. 

         “invincible?” 

         “like a god.” 

         he squeezes the fat of your thighs in response before dragging you closer. it’s easier to lose yourself this way; you can feel the heat of him, the hardness of him all at once as you rock against him and it makes you a little dizzy, makes you want to pinch yourself to see if you’re actually dreaming. you quickly realise he’s saying something while sucks along your chest, breathy mumbles under his breath every time he manages to tear himself away from mouthing at your tits. “you’re so fucking wet.” his voice is raspy when he says it out loud, eyes squeezing shut and his words make whine a little. “you’re soaking through my pants—fuck”

         oh god. oh god. you don’t know if you should feel embarrassed or not and try to shift away off his lap and he lets you. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to—” your gaze falls to his lap and you see that he was indeed right; there’s a wet patch against the straining material but you’re not entirely convinced it’s all you. “let me take it off for you.”

        “no.” he says it too quickly, swallowing visibly when you crawl closer to him. you can’t help but smile a little; who knew gojo would be the one to give you a power trip? “i won’t last, just—” he chokes on his words when you slip your hand inside his pants and wrap your fingers around the length of cock. it’s much hotter than you expected, the skin silky smooth with a random vein running across the edge but once you reach the tip, you can feel the wetness of his pre-cum. his moans are filthy, almost pornographic. “princess, please—”

       “please what?” you grip him at the base a little tighter and he ruts up into your hand. it’s a delicious sight, his eyes glazed over as he tries to futilely bring you closer. you pull at the waistband of his pants to take out his cock. “please harder?” you circle the head, thumbing the slit. it’s hard to keep the grin off your face when when he physically shivers with every stroke of your hand, his gasps and groans echoing in your ears. “or please suck—”

        it’s only a second but it’s long enough for him to push you onto your back. his frame looms over you, one thick muscled arm holding his weight up while he spreads your legs with the other. thick fingers pull at the edge of your underwear before letting it go and watching it slap against the fat of your hips. and then he’s pulling it down, eyes wide as he watches the way the your slick is smeared along your panties. he’s tempted to pocket it for later but you whimper out his name, your fingers spreading the folds of your sex for him. grabbing ahold of each thigh, he lowers himself down until he can feel the heat of you, hear the squelch of your fingers as you tease yourself. 

       “make sure you hold onto something.”

[broshot]

chubby girl chasers??? (jjk men who would LOVE to have a chubby gf!!) part 1 (part 2 link here and it's also at the end)

cw/tw: mentions of body image issues, mentions of nsfw in some (all??) parts, all characters are of age, (idk what else to put but english isn't my first language so sorry for bad writing)

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gojo satoru

if you've ever seen my posts you could've guessed this tbh (I live love laugh gojo) he's so lovely

would hype you up NONSTOP and oh my gosh if you decide to wear more revealing clothes (or clothes that cling to your body) he'd be ON HIS KNEES worshipping you tbh

he just loves your plush and soft body SOO MUCH (he loves you as a person more ofc) but the way he can just come home after a long day and lay his head (or his whole body..) on top of you, he absolutely loves it. he loves all of you, seriously, he sees nothing wrong with you. you're perfect and he definitely tells you that too. not a day goes by without him calling you perfect.

and he loves when you dress up. tight clothes are his favourite because they allow him to see your perfect figure, and don't worry, no one would even have a chance to say anything bad about you or even look at you in a non-positive way. he's the strongest, he'll personally make sure that no one can make you feel bad about yourself.

missionary is his go to position. he wants to see your gorgeous body and gorgeous face as he fucks into you. you feel waaaay too good around him, he thinks he's lucky to be the one who gets to fuck you. you look so beautiful under him (you always look beautiful) and he's so lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like that. he's a praiser in and out of the bedroom, I swear. and if you wrap your legs around his lower body.. he loses it.

(read these fics (fic 1 is my personal fav) if you wanna know how I picture gojo in bed: fic 1, fic 2)

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toji fushiguro

OH he would just love grabbing your plush thighs as he buries his face in between them and eats you out. would make you sit on his face (doesn't care about suffocating, he's strong so you don't weigh anything to him really). would love laying on your soft thighs and your stomach (makes you play w his hair, he's such a softie for you).

if you're insecure about yourself because of your body he'd praise the shit out of you (he'd praise you no matter what you're insecure about, if you're insecure). bro would surprisingly be your personal hype man tbh

"what did you just say about my gorgeous girlfriend? repeat that and you're dead." no one is allowed to say anything bad about you (there's nothing bad in you ((except for him, get it, nothing bad in you and he's bad and he's in you.. yeah not funny is it)) so why would anyone have the right to say anything bad). he makes you wear clothes you want to wear, makes sure you can have the style you want to have because no one should have the right to make you feel uncomfortable in clothes that you love. if you want to wear the tightest clothes there is, do it! he makes sure no one says anything to offend you or make you feel bad. he's famous of being capable of THINGS :heart: so no one would even dare to say anything but positive things about you- there's nothing but positive things about you.

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yuuta okkotsu

bro was in love with a curse I don't think he really cares about looks LMAOO no but this man would literally love you more than anything. your weight is not a problem for him, why would it be? he loves everything about you, your personality, voice, looks, humor, style.. just everything.

his favourite thing is to fall asleep on top of you (his head is usually on top of your chest, stomach or thighs. I don't make the rules, he LOVES falling asleep on you. he's shy with his words tbh but he hypes you up despite that. you're insecure about your body? why? you're perfect, what is there to hate? he doesn't get it, you're the most gorgeous human being in the whole world. (prettier than everything else too, don't get me wrong). and he definitely will tell you what he thinks about you. endless praising tbh

he loves when you ride him; the feeling of your thighs on each side of him as he fucks his hips upwards into you?? he's in heaven, overstimulated by the pleasure and he loves it. will definitely tell you too (I'm a whiny submissive yuuta believer, he whimpers). he loves how soft you feel inside (and outside). he'll def massage your thighs when you ride him (or at least grab them).

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megumi fushiguro

are we surprised? no we're not!

fav hypeman! he'd literally blush whenever he sees you, you're just way too out of his league (he thinks you're too gorgeous to be in love with someone like him) and he's your boyfriend?? he's the luckiest man alive.

he loves how you look all the time, especially when you're confident. if anyone dares to make you feel insecure about yourself, they will face the consequences. and trust me, no one wants to face those consequences (they're both painful and awfully humiliating. megumi knows how to make people regret things). he's shy about his feelings tbh but you'll hear endless compliments from him. he compliments you when he first sees you in the morning and throughout the day too. there won't be a day when he doesn't compliment you. he loves to see you when you're confident and loves to make you feel confident too.

and he loves your hands; he loves how they feel, he loves how they look.. he just loves your hands SO MUCH. he loves holding them and caressing them and kissing them. he loves how they feel and look around his dick...

he loves kissing you. his hands will be caressing you while his lips are sealed onto yours. if his hand is on the back of your neck, he'll softly pinch it (he loves the extra softness on it, I hope yall know what this means). he'll pinch your back too, your thighs, the sides of your stomach.. it'll definitely be a bit ticklish but you can't blame him, he loves everything about you way too much.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I love chubby chasers tbh (I love chubby women pls) also I don't really like how this fic turned out but that's okay (it makes me wanna cry tbh but I hope yall enjoy!!!)

I got lazy so lmk if you want a part 2 (I have a lot of characters in mind for this)

[demiesworld]

☆ contents: nsfw, consensual adult content, groping, fondling, fingering, minors dni.

satoru likes to hold his chubby girlfriend's pussy while they're sleeping. the first time he did it you laughed and asked him why he was holding your pussy. his answer was "it feels soft, squishy and my hand stays warm." which didn't give you a good enough explanation as to why but you ran with it. so each night when you two went to bed gojo's hand would find it's way in between your thick fleshy thighs and cupping your pussy over the fabric of your underwear.

sometimes satoru slides his hand inside of your panties just to feel the heatness of your pussy skin to skin. he falls asleep just squeezing your fat mound gently and caressing it. if there is hair he likes to twirl it around lazily with his fingers. if you have none he grips your fupa and fondles it. one day, satoru does request that you not wear panties in bed anymore because according to him, "your underwear is getting in the way of me falling asleep." and you stop wearing them.

satoru has his head laying on your stomach one night and his hand is in between your thighs. his long fingers were inside of your warm, slick hole stroking your gummy walls. he has been diligently working on getting you to cum for him since you two got into bed. your moans were bouncing off the walls and chubby body squirming on the bed when satoru flicked his thumb to your throbbing clit.

"s-satoruuu! 'm gonna cum!"

"cum on my fingers baby. cum for me and then we will go to sleep okay?"

satoru who grins cockily when you clench around his fingers and cum all over them. he wriggles his digits inside of your spongy walls until he pulls them out and licks up the juices you left on them.

[chososdiscordkitten]

Begging For Attention.

Synopsis: Trying to focus on a work assignment thats due tonight, only Satoru needs your attention.

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: Some plot, established relationship, gojo being too pretty, masturbation, exhibitionism (?), voyeurism (?), cock warming, doggy, a very light sprinkle of manhandling like barely there, cream pie

Dedicated to: this ask, ily🕷️ anon.

MDNI

Satoru always found it rather tedious whenever you’d ‘purposefully’ start working in his presence. Knowing his time was limited as it was- and here you were, typing voraciously in the apartment office. 

“Do you need something Satoru?” you sighed, not even bothering to look up from the various pieces of paper in front of you. Being able to feel his gaze on you as you tried working.

Satoru held his hand on the doorknob, dramatically exhaling, “Just miss you s’all.” he mumbled, swinging the door back and forth as you flipped through the various pages, trying to find a specific sentence you had read a few days ago. 

You scoffed, placing the various pages onto the desk and typing on the computer again. Satoru kept swinging the door back and forth, a small squeak coming from the hinges every time he moved it. All but telling you to look at him, just look at him and he’ll leave you alone. 

Squeak, squeak, squeak-

You exasperated, looking up from the computer with pursed lips, “Satoru.” you called through clenched teeth. 

“I said I miss you.” 

“I heard you.” you mumbled looking back down to the papers as he exhaled, trying to think of ways to pull your attention from your work. 

Satoru smiled, a seemingly smart idea popping into his head as he pulled the door closed- leaving it a smidge open, knowing you'd notice. Hoping you'd call him back just to close the door. But you didn’t- you sighed and kept your eyes on the screen. 

It wasn't long till Satoru was back at the door frame, your favorite mug in hand. You flashed your eyes up, noticing he was missing a shirt and was wearing his plaid pj pants very, very low on his hips. “Thirsty?” he asked sweetly, holding the mug in his hand as you scowled. 

And Jesus, did he fucking look good. His carved torso looked like he just glazed a light layer of baby oil on the ridges, the light happy trail that was all too visible from how low the band of his pj’s were. 

You gulped lightly, “If you're trying to tempt me it won’t work ‘toru.” reaching your hand out to the coffee cup and watching the smirk on his face broaden, as though your declaration was a useless attempt at a lie. 

You took the cup from his hand, making sure to keep your eyes on his face. Just to be sure he wouldn’t tempt you. 

Gojo smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaning down to your ear, “I'll be in bed if you need me.” he mumbled in an alluring tone. Far too close- his lips practically brushing against the shell of your ear. 

You shook your shoulders in a shudder- hearing him huff a smile before leaving the room. 

It pained you knowing his attempts were somewhat working. Finding yourself skimming the pages and not processing anything that you read. Every blink you took, a half-naked Satoru flashed in your mind. 

You sighed, not being able to focus on the document that was due tonight. Blinking your eyes back to the cracked door Gojo left open purposefully. Toying with the idea of abandoning the document that was a quarter away from being done.

You shook off the thought, picking up a pen and staring back down at the stack of meaningless pages. An unknown amount of time that felt like hours passed, still trying to focus on the black ink. 

That was till you heard a loud exaggerated moan seep into the room from the little crack of the door. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to think if you were imagining it or not.

That was till you heard another- this time your name practically shouted from the bedroom as your eyes widened. 

Muffles of ‘-feeelllsss sooo goood,’ in a pornographic voice spill into the room. Your cheeks tingle realizing this was just another scheme to pull you from your work. You sighed, standing up from the rolling chair and slamming the door shut. Loud enough for Satoru to hear. 

Gojo was so loud, that even with the door closed, you could hear your name sprinkled between his ear-splitting whines. The bad part was, you didn't know if he was just pretending or if he was actually jacking off. Even worse was how curious you were to see if he was. 

Instead of caving- or keeping up this act of you not being tempted by him, you thought up a way to find out if he was doing what you thought he was doing. 

You stood up from the chair, opening the door of the office, and immediately hearing the moans coming from the opened door of your bedroom. Nodding your head disapprovingly as you stepped to the doorframe. Looking into the bedroom and seeing that he was indeed- stroking himself on full display. 

With an inhale you stepped into the room, avoiding eye contact and walking to your work bag. “You don't- hah,” Satoru tried saying, stroking himself as you crouched to the ground, pulling out a folder and looking through stray pages. “You don't knock anymore?” he huffed, pressing his head back onto the headboard as you sighed.

You scoffed, “This is my room too, ‘toru.” going through the pages before standing. Looking at him with feigned annoyance, watching as he started smiling. His eyebrows furrowed, dramatizing more whimpers as he reached his free hand out to the empty side of the bed. 

Gojo huffed a smile, continuing to stroke himself lazily. His previous orgasm coating his tummy proved to you- he was dedicated to luring you away from your work. 

“You look stressed-” he whined with a veiled cunning tone, “Join me~” patting your side of the bed softly. Satoru’s tone grew more and more breathless the more you stared at him, as though he was getting off on being watched. 

You gave a warm smile, holding the folder of papers you pretended to look for in your hand. “You look like you're doin’ just fine on your own.” you tilted your head sweetly, watching his expression fall along with the pace his wrist kept. 

Taking a step towards the door, “Try and keep it down, kay?” you spoke sweetly, practically being able to see the pout form on his lips as you stepped out of the room. Walking back to the office with a tingle roaming on your cheeks, knowing he did all that just to tempt you.

One thing about Satoru was, you could always count on him to make you feel desired. If you were trying to focus on your work- he still made you know that he wanted you- even if you were ignoring him. 

As you settled back into the office chair- you knew that thinking about trying to complete your work was futile. Pretty much being able to hear the cogs in Gojo’s brain churn a few feet away. 

It wasn't long before the office door opened, a head full of lily-white hair peeking through the cracked door with a meek smile. A small giggle left his throat as he fully stepped in, noticing he had the courtesy of wiping off his previous mess from his tummy. 

Satoru’s cock in full view- uncaring if it was throbbing from how worked up he got from knowing you were watching him.

You inhaled, “Satoru..” muttered through clenched teeth, watching him ease himself into the chair in front of your desk. His cheeks blushed and a light sheen of sweat on his chest. You furrowed your eyebrows, all but asking him what he was doing. 

“This is my office too~” he sassed, watching your eyes flash back and forth from his flushed face down to your computer. Gojo lightly placed his hand back onto his shaft, “You're always sooo mean to me-” he inhaled, stroking himself as you tried your very best to keep your eyes on your computer. 

Pinching his eyebrows while lightly pumping himself, sighing a small moan as he melted into the chair. “You're dirtying my chair.” You mumbled, pretending to type on your computer. 

Satoru let out a pleased half-laugh, thralling his head back and letting out a small moan. “And I'm not- mean to you.” You scoffed, being able to hear the vulgar squelches from his hand. 

He exhaled with a light, ‘hah’ biting his lip and jerking himself harsher- “Keep talking-” he grinned with a whimper, “I'm almost-” he inhaled, his chest rising and falling as you scoffed, “M’almost t-there.” 

“You’re so nasty ‘toru.” you mumbled, playing into his game and peeking your eyes past the top of your computer, being able to see the very tip of his leaky flushed cock. 

Gojo whined a delirious breath, being able to feel your eyes on his skin. He hissed through clenched teeth, “I like when you talk to me like that~” 

Though the moans from earlier were all too dramatized and blatantly fake- the ones he was huffing out now were straight from his lungs, unable to filter them as you nodded your head unamused. 

Satoru was grunting- showing you he was so fucking close. His wrist shook as he tried to avoid his tip. You could see his chest rising and falling more often, fully expecting him to spill his seed on the floor of your office. Only he pulled his hand away at the very last millisecond, whining desperately as though you were the one edging him. 

With a sigh, you looked up from your computer and pursed your lips, knowing he would keep this up till you addressed him. Watching the corners of his mouth curl into an appeased smile, knowing you were close to caving. “What’s your goal here, ‘toru.” you crossed your arms on the desk. His eyes sparkling at your question, being able to see the shine circle his pupil. 

A sweet giggle leaves Gojo’s throat knowing you've buckled. “I just wanna feel you~” He pouted. Watching your lip tug up with a scoff. 

“You're insufferable.” you laughed, standing up from your chair and watching his face light up. 

It was true, the minute he walked in, mug in hand and looking fucking scrumptious- you had discarded this useless idea of working.

The second he whispered that little comment in your ear;

“If you need me-” 

Denying him the attention he was so clearly asking for became foreplay. From the second he walked out of the office, you knew it, Gojo knew it. Why keep playing this little charade? 

You quirked your head- guiding him to sit in your chair as you hooked your fingers onto the sides of your bottoms. Watching Satoru settle into your chair, “I’m gonna finish this. You stay still till I do.” stepping out of your spoiled panties and watching his eyes light up with excitement. Nodding his head up and down as though he knew what you meant. 

Satoru sat impatiently in your chair, waiting for you to step between his knees. 

And as you planted your hands on the wooden desk top, Satoru placed one palm on your hip as he held the base of his dribbling cock with the other- awaiting you to sink onto him. 

Gojo helped your entrance align with his cockhead, a gasp falling from his lips as he felt your soaked cunt take him in with ease. “You got this wet from jus’ watching’ me?” he huffed, hearing soft whimpers fall from your lips as his length stretched you with a light sting.

“God ‘toru- shut up.” You hissed, feeling his tip brush against your sweet spot in passing. Coaxing a shuddering exhale to leave your lips, Satoru grunted when he felt his cock fully rest inside of you- so ready to feel you drag yourself up from his lap. 

Only you didn't. You stayed still and tried getting used to the feeling of his tip twitching inside of you.

With a light sigh, you placed your hands back onto the keyboard, rereading the last sentence you wrote before hesitating to start typing. Satoru scoffed, pressing his chin on your shoulder as his hands held onto the malleable skin of your hips. 

“You're not gonna move baby?” he mumbled, huffing a warm breath against your ear as you scoffed. 

Satoru shifted his hips beneath you, causing his cock to nudge against your walls. A quiet moan fell from your lips at the movement, “I told you- stay still until I finish this.” you sighed, trying to finish the sloppy sentence on the screen.

He grunted into your ear, frustrated that this was all he would get till you were finished. “You said you wanted to feel-” he shifted his hips again, pushing your hips down onto his cock. Causing you to let out a small moan. “Satoru!” you scolded, being able to feel his cheeks rise against your neck in a smile at your reprimand. 

“Okay, okay. I'll behave.” he shuddered, holding your hips with a mean grip as you started typing again. 

And Satoru tried, he really did. But with every single little shift of your hips and every hiss of ‘Stop moving.’ Gojo got more, and more impatient. 

So to tempt you- yet again. Satoru dipped his hand between your thighs, being able to hear your typing halt and your shoulders tense against his chin. You were about to scold him- but he pressed his fingertips onto your neglected clit softly, a sigh leaving your lips in response with a wave of goosebumps rising on your arms. “Toru-” you gasped, feeling his fingers lazily circle your clit. 

“Lemme make you feel good~” he hummed into your ear, being able to feel your cunt clench around his cock in tandem with every little circle he made. 

You inhaled, easing your hands off of the keys and closing your eyes. Dissolving in his hands, the one on your hip guiding you to raise yourself a little, sighing as you slowly rose off of his lap. 

His fingers made firmer circles on your clit as his hand led you to sink back down onto his cock. And then back up again with small whimpers leaving your lips. Bracing your hands on the edge of the desk as you lazily bounced on his cock. 

Gojo inhaled with a small entertained laugh, watching you struggle to keep a set pace, “So much for your little docu-” you clenched your walls at his teasing remark causing him to let out a moan mixed with a hiss. 

Satoru only offered quiet exhales and frustrated whimpers at your attempts. Being shoved into the chair with every agonizingly slow bounce you sank onto his cock. Gojo tapped your hip lightly, all but saying to hang on for a second.

You held yourself on the very tip of his cock, the muscles of your walls pulsing against his cockhead. Satoru slightly raised himself from the chair, sliding his cock back into you. His hand guided your hip to bend over the desk, feeling his hips press against the curve of your ass as he bent with you. 

Keeping his pace steady on your clit as he ground his hips against you, “f-faster ‘toru-” you moaned as he pressed his forehead onto your nape trying to focus on not cumming already.

Though he denied your request, he quickened the pace of his fingers on your clit. 

Gojo let out a small whimper, “I go any faster and I'll c-cum-” he whined, being able to feel you getting closer and closer with every twitch and tremble your cunt reverberated onto his cock. 

It wasn't long before you started warning you were close, his slow strokes barely nudging against that sweet spot making your head fuzzy. So close to an orgasm- you could taste it. And Satoru could feel it pulse against his shaft. 

Gojo placed the hand on your hip atop yours that was splayed on the wooden top. Whining against your ear as you clenched around him. And that's when Satoru pulled his hips from you, taking a split second to breathe before snapping his hips back into you with a low grunt. Dragging out his cock in a hurry- thrusting back into you and syncing the roll of his hips with the unpatterned movements against your clit. Writhing back into him as his hips drilled into you, Satoru’s breathless whines brushed against your ear, feeling your walls flutter around his shaft. 

“Cum inside ‘toru-” you huffed in a breathy moan, feeling his chest press against your back, keeping a relentless pace with his hips. Satoru let out a loud whimper at your words- his fingers stuttering their circles against you. 

A fussy breath left his throat as he tried to speak, “m’cumm- im cu-” Gojo tried warning, his eyes squeezed tight and his eyebrows pinched together. Though you couldn't see it, his cheeks were flushed with a rosy pink. A light glaze on his forehead from his efforts of trying not to cum. 

Finally unloading himself into you- dense spurts of his seed coating your walls. A low moan fell from your lips at feeling his hand slow against your clit. Incoherent curses littered with whimpers between them were breathed into your ear as he slowed his hips. His seed dared to spill out with every little thrust he took. 

Satoru’s pelvis wanted to keep thrusting- wanting to try and ride down from the edged orgasm you milked from him. But in his mind, he needed to get back at you for your earlier denials. 

Huffing heavy breaths against the shell of your ear as his hips steadied, keeping his cock nuzzled deep inside of you- fearing the tiniest movement would cause your cunt to start spilling his hard-earned cum. And that? Satoru was not ready for. 

So as an effort to keep as much of his thick seed inside of you, he placed his hand back onto your hip. Making sure to keep your cunt still as he eased both of you back onto the chair, your body malleable to his manhandling. 

Your thighs spasm lightly as you come down from your orgasm. Feet daring to stumble as he eased down into the chair, holding your hip with his messied hand and the other making sure you didn't move on his lap. 

It took a second to realize what Satoru was doing- blinking a few times before realizing he reached his hand to your keyboard, pulling it closer to you with an obvious smile. His breath still tickling your ear as he puffed an amused grin, “Let's just go to the bedroom ‘toru-” you whined, hoping he still had enough in him to keep going. 

But the small laugh that was wisped against your ear made you realize that not only- did he have more than enough in him to keep going. But you knew he was just stubborn and cruel enough to do this to you. 

His cock refused to soften inside of you, being able to feel his overstimulated cockhead twitch inside your stuffed cunt. Gojo pressed his flushed lips to your ear in a lazy peck, “You said this was due tonight~” he murmured into your ear as he held your hip still with one hand.

“Finish it and then we can play.” He giggled against your ear causing you to shiver in his grasp. 

Even if Satoru was the one who was begging for your attention at first- he always made sure you were the one asking for more once he received it.

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I almost forgot to post this -.-

[shaisuki]

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN

"missed me, baby?"

the first thing he asked to you before capturing your lips with his. it's been long since he felt your lips against his. he couldn't himself but feel bad for the long time he got trapped and leaving you all alone for yourself and now he's here.

his insides melt as he mercilessly thrusts inside you. your velvety walls against his hard cock, scrambling your insides.

gojo changed. not only his demeanor but also his body. he's not the lanky guy you've always known. he got you pressed against the wall. your chunky legs hooked in his arms while he drills into you like there's no tomorrow for him to touch you.

his cerulean eyes holding more intensity than it ever had and you can't help but to melt. you couldn't hold eye contact with him more longer but the way he pounds into you and trapping you against the wall. it's useless.

"don't look away, pretty." he says and you obediently followed him. you could never say no to him.

you can feel the power and the strength he holds when he have you creaming around him. every part of your body jiggling, prominently on your stomach and your creamy thighs slapping against his muscular biceps.

his buff muscles contracts the more he holds you tight. the slap of his hips against yours so rough it makes you cry.

gojo grins looking at you so dumb and cock drunk from fucking you hard. he's just that good at giving you the utmost pleasure. your tears spilling at the corners of your eyes and he licks the salty tears.

"missed you so much, satoru." you managed to gasp out. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly to yours. no words are said.

biting the pulse in your neck and snaps his hips roughly. legs shaking and you can feel you were cumming too and you only cried burying your face in his neck.

he could keep this sweet torture but he won't last long too. need to fill you to the brim for all the days he's been away from you until he can see you spilling his cum. that would be great.

with a few thrusts, he groans. dumping his load inside you. spurts and spurts painting your walls inside, mixing with your juices and that will never be enough. he needs to keep filling you.

he's been long locked out of heaven and he won't waste another second from fucking you. again and again.

[plussizeficchick]

Taste of Heaven | Sugar Daddy!Gojo x Bimboish! Chubby Reader

Warnings: (Smut; oral, fingering, vibrator, light impact play, ‘toru’s a bit mean in this one)

Gojo loves your smile.

He loves the way your cute, chubby cheeks lift. How he can actually see stars in your eyes when your lips curve upwards.

It really doesn’t take much.

New Jimmy Choos here, Telfars different colors and sizes there. He barely made a dent in his pocket yet you thought he was spoiling you.

He hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of spoiling you.

How you met was of pure chance. Gojo felt there was something, someone lacking from his life. He had all this wealth, yet no one to share it with. As he was browsing through the various expensive clothes in front of him, he hadn’t bothered to pay attention and bumped into you. You were trying to decide which mini skirt would go with your bubblegum pink top. “Oof- Hey, Mister? Which do you think is cuter, light blue or dark?” Satoru almost didn’t catch your question because he was too busy gaping in awe.

The only way to describe you was angelic. Gorgeous eyes that he could already feel himself getting lost in, pouty, plump lips that he could only imagine felt like pillows, cute, pudgy tummy that complimented your bodycon dress deliciously.

Pure heaven.

He let out an awkward cough before answering, “Why not both?” You let out a soft giggle, “I can’t get both, silly! I’m already buying a bunch of stuff.” Satoru smiles, peeking over his shades, “That’s not a problem, Angel.”

— —

“Are you sure about this, ‘Toru?” You murmured, glassy eyes staring back into light blue ones. He gave you a loving squeeze as a smirk made its way to his face, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Of course, Angel. Has daddy ever been wrong?” You shake your head, pressing a brief peck to his lips before moving to check yourself in the mirror again, Satoru raking his eyes up and down your figure.

You looked great, you always do. Satoru decided to splurge, once again, treating you to a shopping spree and now dinner. You decided to wear one of the many Armani gowns that you’d bought, though this one hugged your curves impeccably. You paired it with your sleek black Louboutin heels, which made your thighs look even more yummy than they already do, and Satoru can already feel himself getting hard. But he can’t get ahead of himself.

You’ve got a cute baby blue vibrator nestled in your cunt just begging to be tested out.

So for now, he’ll put his desires aside and sit through dinner.

— —

You’d made it as far as the door before both you and Satoru lost your patience.

He pressed you up against the door, his tongue swirling in tandem with yours as he hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, soft whimpers spilling from your lips. “On. Turn it on, ‘Toru.” You whine against his lips. He abruptly pulls away from your lips, pushing you back as you chase after him. He delivers a slap to your cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to know he means business. “Since when did you start telling daddy what to do?” He says, carrying you over to your couch. He takes his time peeling away at your clothes, leaving you bare while he remains fully clothed. A shiver runs down your spine as he lays you across his lap, kneading your ass cheeks. “Seems like someone needs to be reminded of their place.” He muttered before reeling his hand back and delivering a harsh slap to your ass. You whine at the pain, but your cunt clenches at the slight pleasure that comes afterward. “You’re my cocksleeve, love. A dirty. Fucking. Slut.” He says, delivering a slap between each pause. Your body shifts as he spanks you, and it doesn’t take long before he realizes what you’re trying to do.

He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you up so you can really hear him. “I see you trying to get off on my thigh, fucking slut. Since you wanna cum so bad, I’ll let you cum, but you’re gonna cum for me all. Fucking. Night.” He sits you up so that you’re straddling him before he reaches for his phone. He taps his chin, almost as if he’s in thought. “Hmm, should I make you work for it, or should I just put it on the highest setting?” He contemplates, though he already knows his answer. He turns it on the highest setting and you yelp, startled by the intense vibrations in your cunt. “How about both?” He smirks, snaking a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, Angel. You’re gonna make daddy feel good then he’s gonna make you feel even better. How’s that sound?”

You try to whine out an answer, but the thrumming of the vibrator in your cunt is just too intense. You’re taken aback when Satoru delivers another slap to your cheek, gripping your chubby cheeks between his fingers. “Answer me.” He grumbles, flicking your clit with his middle and forefinger. “Good! Sounds good, daddy. Please!” You whine. You’re so close! “Cum, Princess. Cum for daddy.” He grunts into your mouth as he presses a hot kiss to your swollen lips. You whine as your orgasm washes over you, your body practically conditioned to cum at his command.

He lowers the speed as you come down from your high, though doesn’t completely turn it off. He takes to lowering his pants before giving you a quick kiss. “Make daddy feel good, yeah?” You nod, lowering yourself so that you're faced with his cock.

You run your tongue along the veins of his cock, before lapping up with drops of pre oozing from the tip. You moan at the taste and Satoru takes that as invitation to grip your hair, forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. “That’s it, pretty. Suck that fucking cock.” He orders and well, you’ve always been a submissive little thing.

You swallow more of his length, crystalline tears building up in your eyes, and Satoru thinks you just look so gorgeous with his cock stuffed down your throat, your cute chubby cheeks just waiting to be stuffed with cum. It’s with that thought he starts to feel his climax building and when you notice the slight jerk in his legs, you take to fondling his balls, knowing that’s just what he needs to push him over the edge.

Satoru cums with a shout, thrusting deep inside your mouth as his seed slides down your throat. You hum at the taste, savoring his flavor.

He pulls you up by your chin and plants a sloppy kiss to your lips, groaning at the taste of him in your mouth. “Fuck, Angel. Let daddy taste you, hm?” You nod, eager to cum again.

Satoru slowly makes his way down your body, pressing wet kisses and nipping at the soft skin along the way. He shuts the vibrator off and carefully removes it from your cunt. You hiss at the feeling but he soothes you by laving his tongue over it, paying special attention to your clit. You whine, running your hands through his hair and giving a slight tug at the root. He grunts before sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

It doesn’t take long before your hips start bucking against his face, chasing your orgasm for the second time that night. “Gonna cum for me, pretty? Gonna cum for daddy?” You nod, breath getting caught in your throat. Satoru speeds up his movements, moving to press two fingers into your cunt. “Cum for daddy, Angel. Make a mess f’me.” You barely manage to make out his name as you cum, cunt spasming around his fingers as he milks your orgasm for all its worth.

He trails soft kisses along your body once more before planting a sweet kiss to your lips. He hums against your lips, content being so close to you. He pulls away slightly to look you in your eyes. “Want more, daddy.” You say, grinding your cunt against his steadily growing cock.

He can never say no to his Angel.

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[merakidoll]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬

synopsis. : your first call with your pen pal makes your feel dizzy. - in a good way

cont. : chubby!reader. bimbo!reader. penpal!gojo. gojo’s in prison, readers hair is in braids so what does that tell you ? fingering ( f ), reader touches their self to gojo’s voice. pet names : ( mama, doll, daddy, precious) phone sex ! sexually frustrated gojo

mirah note. : think i read this too much now i’m overthinking it hehe. oh well, feedback would be appreciated <3 🎀.

your first call with pen pal!gojo came with all types of nerves. the call was planned weeks in advance, yet you still could feel your palm’s sweating. getting pretty you hadn’t realized until the phone was already ringing that he wasn’t even gonna see you dressed up, - yet - something about it made you feel good.

“h-hello” you whispered only hearing his deep sighs. bitting into your sparkle pink glossed lips he finally spoke. tone rough, and husky that it went right to your lower area, undies pooling with wetness. “hi doll” gojo looked up at the reflective wall a smirk curling onto his lips.

“hmm .. think i like actually talking to you more. get to hear that sweet voice” he spread his legs, leaning his arm on them, the black phone still in his hands. your throat hitched on the line, body feeling all sorts of things, wanting all sorts of things. “u-uh yea ! h-how are you ?”

“i’m good precious, looking at the picture you sent and god mama. aren’t you just beautiful” you couldn’t help but smile, leaning back against the plush of your bed. you listened to him speak out every detail of the polaroid you sent with your letter. spreading your legs until the tips of your fingers touched you sensitive cunt.

“mmm” you softly moaned spreading the fatness of your lips the cool air blowing against you. you were so in awe at his voice that you almost missed his question of if you were okay, which you sheepishly gave a short answer.

“yea! m’fine- what w-were you saying ?” gojo knew exactly what you were doing. he could hear the quiet moans that you thought you were doing so good of hiding. “what you doing mama” he watched the guards walk back and forth while chucking at your poor excuse.

“princess, if you needed daddies help all you had to do was ask. go ahead’ slid in a finger” huffing you looked up at the fairy lights, spreading your legs wider. you grew annoyed by your underwear, but was too needy to take them off. you rubbed your bud slowly, breathing heavy into the microphone all until the annoying voice lady came onto the phone to let you both know you had three minutes left.

“shit. gotta make it quick mama, slid in a finger. now.” pressing against your hole, your finger slid in with ease. “g-gooo mmm” you thighs started to shake but you needed more, wanted to fill fuller.

“second one. now baby” you followed instructions. your moans getting louder more desperate, and gojo was paying for it. his cock pressing into the fabric of his underwear feeling contained. “just imagine baby” he leaned back against his chair, throwing his head back and spreading his legs.

“imagine me there”

“m-mm”

“like that huh? wishin daddy was there, to ease that ache. he would use his fingers and fuck them into you so hard while my lips wrapped around that pretty bud”

your pussy closed in on your finger, tummy bubbling. gojo sat in silence in bliss listening to your rambles and begs. “wannadaddy w-want’em so bad”

“daddy know’s mama, gonna get him so soon”

one minute remaining.

“m-m’CUMMINGGG GOO” squirt shot out of you getting all over your stuffies. ruining your skirt and sheets. makeup smudging into the furry fabric of your blanket.

gojo eyes clenched, cock pumping in the jumpsuit pre cum slowly dripping down him. “t-that’s my good girl. daddy loves you” and the line went dead. you both sitting for a few moments taking in every thing that just happened.

and gojo only felt the need to keep you to himself become stronger.

[arminsesposa]

Arguments with your lover (Gojo Satoru x female reader)

That’s just how two lovers will be naturally

Small Drabble! I’ve been super busy but I hope y’all enjoy !

🎶 - Arguments with your lover by Mustard Service (Recommended song for vibe!)

It was rare for you and your boyfriend of two years Gojo Satoru to argue. You two were perfect for each other and were that lovey dovey couple that everyone’s always admired. He’d take you out on surprise dates, but you the biggest bouquet of flowers every now and then and ordering your favorite food to surprise you and overall was really such a great boyfriend. Despite all his amazing personality traits he tended to be quite childish on certain situations. Always teasing you and trying to get you to crack into either a fit of laughter or anger. So when the other day you noticed his female coworker who always gave you a bad feeling approach him you instantly glanced at his friendly confrontation with her as you two got back to your shared apartment and you instantly began to ignore him.

Satoru knew you were upset at him. From the glance you gave him, the quiet ride home, he knew you were upset at him. His female coworker who always tried her best to flirt with him and how he always began to rant about you instead causing her to awkwardly leave the conversation. He showed her a picture of you that he kept in his wallet, and the Home Screen of you carrying a puppy as he was head over heels for you. Despite you being mad at him, it didn’t stop him from getting the chance to tease you about your jealousy. “What’s wrong love?” He said in a teasing way as you scoffed and sat on the sofa scrolling through your phone. He chuckled to himself as he sat next to you his arm wrapped around you. “What is it now my dear? It’s always something new” He teased you once more tilting his head closer to your face as you rolled your eyes at him.

So maybe you were really angry at him. He thought as your body language shifted from how you usually were. You began to move farther away from him and Satoru really saw this as a sign to continue to tease you. “Baby~ What’s wrong?” He asked one more time in a single-songy voice as you snapped. His eyes followed you as you shook your head and stood up immediately to head to your bedroom. He panicked a bit seeing that you seemed actually upset as he Immediately got up on his feet to go reassure you. He tried to stop you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head on the crook of your neck. “Satoru” You said seriously as he began to place small kisses to your neck. “You know she means nothing to me right? I don’t want her.” He said softly. “I just love teasing you yknow, can you blame me?” He said as he placed his head on your head not letting you go.

As you two were currently standing still in place you didn’t respond to him. As he held you tightly in his arms, he had biggest smile on his face. He was so in love with you and would never in a million years ever cheat on you. You were the only girl on his mind and he was truly obsessed with the idea of you. As he turned you around so he can see your face he looked you straight in the eyes, a genuine look on his face. “You’re the only girl I want, the only one I need” he said with a small blush and biggest grin on his face. “Satoru” you mumbled softly as you looked at him and noticed how honest he was being. He cupped your cheek and moved some hair out of your face before planting a kiss on your temple. He was so in love with you and would do anything to make you happy. “What were we even arguing about?” He teased you again as his fingers ran through your hair. As you rolled your eyes playfully at him, he wrapped his arm around your waist knowing that you two were on good terms again and despite every argument you guys have he’ll never stop loving you.

“Come on baby, let’s go prank call Nanami and order a pizza”

[sanjisblackasswife]

“𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦”

𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: PussyDrunk!Gojo, SoftDom! Gojo,Kinda Aftercare , Oral Sex, Fingering, Praise, Established Relationship, It’s Modern AU, but it’s implied Gojo left you a long time like yk….in the manga

Bad Summary: Finally after being apart for so long your big strong boyfriend shows you how much he missed you.

It was like he was a new person—

“Sat—-!!”

“Need you…”

Not physically by sight—-however his kisses—-so needy but not as teasing and rough as it was from the last time you kissed.

His lips were softer than you remembered, there wasn’t a part on your body Satoru didn’t miss to feel.

It was as if you weren’t real to him.

However, you didn’t know whether to stop him to kick him out, or let him keep going as he placed your body on your fluffy bed.

-

When he came to your door at the late hours of the night you didn’t even have time to process it.

Seeing him leaning on your door, having to kneel a little since he was always so much taller than average door, all black outfit, hair down and messy, his piercing ocean blue eyes revealed to yours, and his reaction was priceless.

“Y/n…”

“Satoru…”

It was a mixture of shocked and happy, sad yet relieved?

When he captured you into his strong arms, one large hand behind your head and the other on your lower back.

You tried pushing away to make sure that was him, that he was really back to you, but he kept you close against his chest just for a moment longer.

He couldn’t let you see the tears that escape his eye.

-

So, you’re here, (his) night shirt being slowly taken off your now nude body, his eyes marveled. Nearly drooling at how much you’ve changed.

“You’re hotter than before.” A snarky remark from Gojo, as he looks down at you basking in your form, yup. That was him alright. “C’mere.”

“Gojo you—!”

“Just…please…” Gojo cut you off with a tinge of urgency in his voice, he was kneeled between your legs rubbing the sides of your thighs, “Just let me have this…” His final words were muffled against your lips, “Please.”

You nod slowly, maybe it was his abs showing from being shirtless, or you still being in shock, but you let him do what he wanted.

It never ceased to fail you how small you felt under Gojo. He was 6’7”, and had a strong build, the man can tower almost anyone, but in this particular time you felt trapped under him.

As his lips lingered all over your chest you hum out his name, just how he likes, you can hear a muffled groan vibrate against your nipple from your reaction as he sucked on one breast and fondled with the other.

You could hear him unbutton and unzip his pants to toss to the floor, his print against his boxers made your eyes almost pop out your head.

Gojo noticed. Smirking a little at your cute reaction, he crawls to you placing your hand on his bulge and you squeeze it teasingly earning a small whimper from his mouth and a smirk against your lips.

You knew you had to talk about this with him, he has been gone for 3 years. 3 long years of no calling, texting, anything. You can’t remember the amount of tears you shed when you thought he was possibly dead or in trouble and thinking about the pain of it all stirred a fee sniffles from you.

But almost as if Gojo read your mind he cupped your face, his thumb wiping your tears as he didn’t cease to let go from your kisses.

“I know..” he mumbled as he traveled to your neck and that same hand that was once on your cheek now intertwined with your hand to hold tightly. “I know, baby I know..”

Gojo remembered your sweet spot on your neck, kissing that to get another sweet mewl from you. His opposite hand moved between your warm, wet thighs to rub wide circles on your clit with his three fingers.

“S’wet for me…”

He couldn’t take it anymore he needed to taste you now. Gojo’s darken eyes stayed on your cunt, moving down to kiss your slit, almost making out with it the same way he did with you at your door.

“S-sato!”

Gojo’s tongue was always something you could never fight against, he always had a love for sucking on your clit as his middle and ring finger dragged in and out of you. You took it upon yourself to hold your thighs up to your chest, giving him more acess to your (his) pretty little pussy.

He looked up at you with low lidded eyes, winking as his mouth hidden inside in your slit. You bit your lip seeing being still be so lewd. He spits on your clit, taking his fingers out to trace more circles before latching right back on with his soft lips.

“M’ so! M’ so close!”

Your moans were something that Gojo just COULDN’T handle. The way your body was grinding against his tongue, the way your hand massaged your breast, the way how your legs shook so much as you kept saying, “Yes yes yes yes yes Sato yes!”

It was enough to make him cum until touched.

And that he did.

Pulling away from you as you were panting from your first orgasm of the night you notice the small stain in your boyfriend’s underwear as he stood up.

“Well that’s a first.” Satoru let out and airy chuckle as he sucked on his fingers as if he was licking off some kind of dessert.

His underwear was tossed, leaving his pink tip standing painfully hard and leaking to your viewing, he crawls back to cage you in his strong arms.

Usually, Gojo would have just bottomed out after some teasing, but no. Not now, he admired your flustered face, you were always so beautiful to him, pushing back your curls, to let you taste himself on his tongue you pull back a moment, “Sato..I missed you.”

He smirked, forehead to forehead he was about to align himself, but you pull up his face with your shaky hands to cup his cheeks, “Tell me. Tell me you missed me too.”

His cheeks turned pinker than they were before, you brushed his white bangs to see his eyes completely and he paused.

“….I missed you….so much y/n.” The words were not above a whisper, he couldn’t say it any louder in fear he may cry. Right now, Gojo just wanted to be inside you. He needed to be inside you.

He needed to show you how much he missed you.

The night was filled with creaky bed sounds, skin slapping, and moaning.

“I missed—you!”

Gojo strained out as many times as he could as his hips snapped against yours. His hand never letting go of yours, his lips barely leaving your lips, he was so fixated on you and only you he didn’t even realize how many times he have already came himself.

The sting of overstimulation as he was on top made his arms weak, his entire body weight as he kept grinding his dick inside you drove you mad. His hot breath in your ear of praise of how tight you were, how warm you were, how much he didn’t go a day without thinking about you, how it ached for him not to just call you and tell you where he was.

He laid it all on the line and more to show you he missed you.

You both were a mess, your body shivering of sensitivity as Gojo rode out your 4th orgasm.

First from his tongue and fingers

2 from his dick

and the last of him cleaning you up with his mouth.

His body was sweating and hot against yours. Gojo didn’t care he threw you on top of him and kissed your so slow and sloppily he almost started to riled himself back up as he rutted against you from below.

“….I love you….I love you y/n….” He whispered breathlessly looking at your tired face, “Do you love me too?”

His voice was tinged with worry, you caught your breath with his and looked at him for a moment, capturing the sad look in his eyes. He knew deep down, even after tonight if you don’t forgive him he will understand, but he still needed to ask for his own selfish reasons.

“Do you love me?” Gojo asked again, this time his arm around your waist squeezing you tighter as you laid on his chest.

“….I always have and will love you, Satoru.”

His lips curled into a smile. You’ll never know how much he needed to hear those words.