#jujutsu kaisen x y/n

[yuukiiqwq]

Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.

It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.

He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?

"Satoru, calm down."

He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.

"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."

Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.

That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.

He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.

"Satoru," he sighs.

"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.

"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."

But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.

It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?

The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.

"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"My chocolate."

"Your chocolate?"

"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"

"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."

Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?

"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."

He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?

Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.

"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.

Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?

He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.

"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."

A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.

"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"

You laughed at his antics– "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."

He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he mutters– "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."

[fatalfairies]

GOJO SATORU X TROPHY WIFE!READER

art credits: sso_s__ on X

A/N: very loosely inspired from my vampire bride!reader hcs bcs i’m obsessed. Also the goal shouldn’t be being a trophy wife,first get ur own bag then splurge on partner’s money. nawt proofread

Satoru who cried seeing you enter the wedding hall which was filled by numerous powerful people who had never seen anything but a relaxed look on his face

While you had a rather stoic expression on your face,looking angelic as the long embroidered white veil dragged behind you on the floor,a bouquet of flowers on your right hand while your other hand was clasped on your father’s arm.

Satoru who could barely resist from ravaging you right there and then when the priest finally asked you both to kiss but unfortunately for him all he could was softly press his lips to the corner of your lips as his shaking arms loosely wrapped around your waist from the happiness engulfing his heart

To Satoru this is no marriage of convenience,he knew you for so long,he has loved for you so long and he would anything to prove it. Then why do you not see it or maybe you do not want to.

But Satoru Gojo doesn’t stop,and neither will his love for you

Satoru who’s the type of husband to attend to the needs of dear wife at any cost whether it be simple or a requires a little more work than usual but nothing is better than your happiness.

Satoru who’s the type of husband to show up late for work as you are busy taking your beauty sleep till late morning while he leaves for an important meeting ONLY after cooking breakfast for you.

Now he has a logical reason to explain why he’s late even though no one can question in the first place.

“The topmost priority of a married man is his wife’s happiness,ya know ?”

Satoru who’s the type of husband to fly you to an entirely different country in his private jet only because you craved the pasta of a certain restaurant from Italy from when he took you to Italy for shopping a week ago

Satoru who feels accomplished as a man,when he sees a slight smile on your face after buying you anything you want,gifting you the most lavish things and doing just anything for you. You were used to living a life many people could only dream of and as your husband,it was his responsibility(which he loved so much) to make sure to give you an even more better and luxurious life. Afterall,it seemed you only accepted him as a husband and maybe not so much a lover.

But it’s fine,he’ll pretend it is,as long as you’re there

Satoru who sees everyone gawking at you attend high-class formal events with him. He is reminded yet again of how lucky he is to have you by his side. He noticed the cold look in your eyes and smile on your lips as the other influential individuals converse with you.

And he looks at you,lovesick,again to the point fate has lost count but it makes him feel special,to you because he swears he isn’t seeing a slight glimmer in your eyes when you’re talking to him,something that is reserved only for your loved ones but to a much evident degree.

Satoru who feels a slight pain in his heart when he doesn’t find himself wrapped in your embrace in the morning after making love to you the night before

Satoru who finds himself smiling as he looks at his body in the mirror finding your smudged lipstick stains and lovebites on his upper body and neck,a shy chuckle escaping from his lips unconsciously

But he knows,he knows that you’re trying to love him and afterall he wants nothing from you except for you to stay close to him

Satoru who feels unimaginably lucky to have you as his wife and most prominently being YOUR husband,just being yours.

[kiwicopia]

Yello it's me again and this time I want to request a Gojo x reader but they're at a party but like Geto does an handjob at the reader as the reader tries not to moan to hard and then Gojo enters and saw the two so ...um so they end up...fucking? The reader is sandwich between the two 🫣

🔞 MDNI | Gojo x Male!Reader x Geto 🔞

TW: Handjob, sub!reader, neck kisses, double penetration, full nelson position, threesome, slight pain, praise, orgasm denial.

Satoru normally wasn't the type of man to share anything with anyone, and that included you. However, that all seemed to change when he caught sight of you and his best friend. The man hadn't been gone for long, having left to use the bathroom and grab a drink, but also having been stopped to mingle with other partygoers. Still, he never expected to see you sitting there on the sectional, hand on your mouth while Suguru's hand stroked your dick.

Now, usually he would beat the ass of anyone that did such a thing, but this was Suguru. His best friend. And, honestly, he had to admit that the sight turned him on. "I see you've been enjoying yourself while I was gone."

Your boyfriend's words caused your cock to suddenly twitch in Geto's hand, to which the raven-haired man chuckled at. "I'd apologize, but he looked so lonely without you. You don't mind, do you, Toru?"

Gojo shook his head before seating himself on your right, his hand joining his best friend's as they took turns pumping your length. The pleasure was doubled now that your boyfriend joined in, and you found it incredibly hard to keep yourself from moaning too loudly, if at all.

"C'mon," Suguru whispered. A coy smile played his lips as he pressed teasing kisses along your neck. "Don't be so shy."

"Let us hear you," Satoru chimed in. His lips mimicked the other man's, pressing against the other side of your neck as his thumb slid over your tip, smearing it with your precum. "Everyone else is enjoying the party, so no one will hear us."

Your body shivered with pleasure; your eyes having rolled back slightly as you moaned softly. "Good boy," Suguru cooed. Your hips bucked slightly at the praise, earning chuckles from both men. "Look at him, so eager."

Gojo hummed in agreement, and his hand gripped your length a little harder as his strokes increased their pace. Their lips against the skin of your neck coupled with the pumping of your cock brought forth even more pleasure, and you let out a slightly strangled moan as your abdomen tightened.

However, as quickly as the feeling came, it left, because your boyfriend and his best friend removed their hands. They had denied you to cum. Before you could say anything, your clothes had been removed and your back was pressed firmly against Satoru's chest. His strong arms slid beneath your knees, pulling your legs back to be between your head in a position that left you wide open for Suguru.

Preparation was made, with Geto, after having dropped his pants, smeared his own precum over the tight hole of your ass. The feeling of it caused your dick to twitch again, and he smirked. "You like that?" He asked. You nodded; your face flushed from the heat of the moment. "Toru never shared you with anyone, so this might be a tight fit."

Another moan fell from your lips as your boyfriend, with the help of his best friend, sank his cock into you. The tightness wasn't unfamiliar, and the slight stretch was more so pressure than pain with him. Until Suguru pushed himself inside shortly after. The stretch for that was a bit painful, causing you to whine in response, and it made Satoru whisper sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

Only when the feeling faded did they move. One at a time, with Gojo starting first, slowly bucking his hips up into you. It pulled a small hiss from the other man. "Fuck," he breathed out, his own hips moving at a languid pace, "I can feel you, Toru."

Satoru hummed softly in response before peppering your neck with soft kisses, which only grew sloppier as both of their paces increased. Geto's hands gripped your thighs, pushing your legs back further the harder he pounded into you. The friction from the way his dick rubbed against Gojo's was pleasurable, and the both of them inside of you had you nothing more than a moaning mess.

"You feel so good," Satoru breathed out. His pace never slowed, but his movements became sporadic as his length twitched every now and then. You could feel it, and so could the other man. "Not inside, Sugu." Only he was allowed to cum inside your ass.

His best friend huffed in irritation, but he nodded nonetheless as his thrusts continued. Satoru was the first to cum, filling your tight, little hole with his seed while Suguru kept going, fucking you through his best friend's orgasm. Until he reached his peak, causing him to swiftly pull out and shoot his load out on you, covering your chest with his essence. It was warm and sticky, enough to make you cum, too.

You were quite the little mess, with your boyfriend's cum leaking from your ass while yours and his best friend's load painted your chest and abdomen. You were like a work of art, being admired by the both of them before they cleaned you up.

Geto soon broke the silence, prompting an offer to your boyfriend to do this again. You didn't think Gojo would agree to it, but seeing as how good you all felt, and how turned on he was watching you and his best friend, he quickly agreed.

"Pick a time and place."

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 107)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this has narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: This has prose.

“What?”

Nothing was making sense. You don’t even know if you’ve heard right as you watched everything suddenly slow into a snail’s pace and blur out into nothing but colors. It was as if you were submerged in a transparent water tank where nothing was exactly clear, not sight or sound, although you were somehow aware of what was going on. You knew your father stood up from his seat, looking deathly pale as he looked towards the stage. You followed the direction of his eyes, that, too, seeming to take an eternity to accomplish as you turned your head and saw none other than Gojo Satoru standing behind the podium, smiling bright as he addressed the applauding crowd, dazzling under the ambient lights and seemingly not existing in the same realm as everyone was.

You whirled around to look at Kento, having to steady yourself on one of the chairs as questions, one after the other started to flood your mind, except you couldn’t voice them out, not knowing which one to ask first. Why was Satoru suddenly named the head of a company his maternal grandfather owns? Does he know the real reason why you were leaving? Did he do just that for you? What the hell was your father telling you to ask your friends what he was doing there? You held onto Kento’s arm, your eyes conveying every single one of the things you couldn’t say. His expression told you everything you needed to know.

“What?” you asked again, but your voice came out weak, drowned out by another round of applause that was addling your thought process, making you incoherent and unable to do anything. What did you want to do anyway? There wasn’t one thing that came to mind, not even the scathing smirk your father shot your way when your eyes met his again. You just wanted it to be over, but then again, in what way?

You swallowed, thick and hard, wishing you could say something. You knew what it meant, that same accusing look he threw your way all those years ago when your mother died, a core memory that hardened at the back of your mind. He might not have said it out loud, but it spoke volumes of how he wished you were gone instead of her, how he blames you for the loss of the only woman he ever cared about. He looked at you the same way now as if you wounded him the same way again, as if you were making him go through the pain again.

He held you frozen with his cold gaze, making you hold your breath until it hurt, when suddenly, he turned away to address someone else behind you. “I believe congratulations are in order,” he stated in a tone that was anything but congratulatory, “Mr. Gojo.”

“Hardly, but I believe thanks are in order,” Satoru responded, repeating your father’s words and returning it to him. “I have yet to fulfill the purpose of it all.”

You heard the smirk in his voice as opposed to seeing it, unable to move on your spot as Kento kept you steady, merely looking down on the floor. You wanted to do something, anything, take him away from there perhaps. Your father wasn’t worth the time, not Satoru’s anyway. Mustering all the wits you had left, you finally managed to turn around, looking at Satoru to ground yourself. He was there. Everything will be okay…right?

Satoru smiled at you and winked as if to answer your unspoken question. He stepped towards your father, and in a low tone, said, “If you think you can use me to hurt your own daughter, you couldn’t have been more mistaken.” Although he kept a pleasant look on his face, the playfulness was gone, replaced by a threat instead.

Your father scoffed. “Very valiant of you then, young man. All this for my daughter.” He chuckled. “But you said it yourself. She is my daughter, and what goes in our family neither involves you nor does it change things because you suddenly decided you’d want to go this far for her. Commendable, I must say –”

“I’ll take that as a compliment without the catch, if you don’t mind.” He leveled his expression with your father. “Of course, you are right. It changes nothing if you still want Y/N to leave, but she can decide on that without you threatening to tear me down should she disagree.”

You merely blinked slowly as your thoughts were confirmed, but before you could even wrap your head around it, Satoru was suddenly beside you, taking your hand in his, boldly displaying it in front of your father.

“Satoru –”

“I love your daughter, Atty. L/N. And yes, I’m willing to go through lengths to make her happy. I may not decide on that, but I’m giving her the freedom to do just that without anyone, not even you, interfering in it.”

The older male glared at Satoru. “This was all in vain, but you knew that.”

“We’ll see,” the blue-eyed menace beside you stated in that happy-go-lucky tone of his, even having the gall to grin at your father. “Now, if you don’t mind…” He shifted his gaze to you, a love-struck smile replacing his earlier expression. “I have a date with your daughter, father-in-law.”

With that, he turned around, dragging you away, but not before you saw your father fall onto his seat, evidently seething as he watched the pair of you go. But before you could dwell on that thought, you heard Satoru’s laughter ringing through the hallway as he looked back at you with nothing but that tender, adoring look he always has for you, enough to convince you to join in as you both ran towards your own fairy tale albeit momentary.

A/N: Hi, everyone! Just gonna leave this here for now and will update this over the next days one or two at a time, depending on how much I can create per day. Again, thank you for the love. We're almost to the end! Thanks for staying.

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© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20240415]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[madaqueue]

Dripping in Gold | Chapter 9

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, smut. kissing, praise, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving). 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.6k

a/n: y'all idk what happened i swear i was in heat or smthn writing these last two chapters i promise we'll get back to plot soon enough

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You awake the next morning to Satoru softly snoring, his arms wrapped around your body and your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Tilting your head up at him, he looks truly angelic: the sunlight casting a glow over his white hair like a halo, his face flushed a soft pink in sleep, his lips parted ever so slightly through peaceful breaths.

Almost as though he could sense you, his eyes flutter open, long eyelashes batting against sleep as his gaze focuses on you.

“G’morning, sweetheart,” he purrs through his low morning voice, his arms tightening around your body and pulling you closer to him.

“Morning, ‘Toru,” you whisper, leaning up to kiss his warm cheek.

The two of you have shared a few mornings together, but always in the unfamiliar setting of a hotel room, never daring to stay at your homes. And yet, here he is, in your bed, looking more perfect than ever.

His free hand reaches across you to run through your hair, stroking your head while you lean into him. The arm that wrapped around your body moves to your hip, inching further down ever so slightly.

Seeing you like this, all cozy and warm, waking up in the morning sun, does something to him: he simply can’t help himself when you look so sweet. In the past when you’ve spent the night with one another he’s planned something early the next morning, whether it be breakfast, picnics, massages, or any other way he could think to pamper you. Yet, today, your only responsibility is to soak in each other’s presence. He smiles to himself, knowing he can take his time.

Burying his head into your shoulder, he kisses along your neck. The faint scent of vanilla hangs on your skin, drawing him in as he nuzzles his face further into you. While he starts with soft, fluttering motions, they quickly become rougher as he sucks and nips against your skin with enough force to leave pretty little bruises.

“‘Toru?” you try to stifle your moan at the sensation through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?”

“You just look so pretty,” he coos.

Before you can quip at his non-explanation, you feel his fingertips brush between your legs, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

However, his hand stills with nothing more than a faint glide over your panties. You whine at the lack of stimulation, moving your hips down to try and grind against his palm.

He chuckles at the action. “So needy already? You went months without me, and now can’t even go a few seconds?”

You want to taunt him, glare at him, prove him wrong, but your body has other plans. Instead, you just continue attempting to get any sort of friction from his hand, imprecisely rubbing against him.

Pulling away, he shifts so he’s looking down at you through his long white eyelashes, his forehead pressed against yours. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not that cruel. All you have to do is ask,” he smirks, knowing how much he loves to hear you beg for him.

“P-please,” you whisper, voice shaky as you squirm in his hold.

He cocks his head to the side. “Please what?”

Trying to roll your eyes sarcastically, they instead nearly roll back as his thumb presses against your clit.

“More,” the only word you can moan at the sudden pressure.

He sighs through a smile at just how easily you lose yourself under his touch. Of course, he knows he’s not much better - he couldn’t even try to count the number of times you’ve grazed his crotch while on a date and immediately gotten him hard, having to take you to the nearest bathroom to fuck you then and there - but it still makes his heart flutter to see you this needy for him.

“As you wish, princess,” he breathes before roughly inserting two fingers into you. He enters easily, your insides warm and wet, all for him.

Your back arches off the bed as he fills you, his fingertips curling up to that sweet spot that has you seeing stars and makes you shut your eyes tightly in pleasure.

His voice is airy above you as he speaks. “Open your eyes.”

Complying, you are met with the sight of him smiling down at you, his white hair falling over his forehead and nearly covering his blue irises.

“That’s my girl,” he coos, the praise making your cunt flutter around him.

He pumps his hand into you, his slender fingers reaching into deeper places than you ever could. Soft moans and gasps continue to leave your lips as you stare up at him, eyes becoming increasingly glossy as he continues.

While he watches you, a sudden pang of jealousy hits him; he can’t believe he went all those months without this, without you. He’s angry at himself, and angry at anyone else who dared touch you, when you should have been his.

You sense the shift in his demeanor as he gets rougher, faster, his wrist moving irregularly as his palm begins to rub against your clit.

“M-mm, ‘Toru,” you whine, trying to grab his wrist but unable to steady his motions.

“Can anybody else fuck you like I fuck you, hm?” he asks, his voice low and gravely.

Shocked at his question, you try to stutter out an answer. “N-no, no one,” you answer truthfully.

In the time since you met him, the only other person you hooked up with was Toji, and it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as anything with Satoru. He had that tender roughness you loved, the way he always and easily took care of you like it was second nature to him. While you were seeing each other he learned the intricacies of your body, knowing exactly where to kiss, rub, suck, press, to get the sweetest little sounds out of your mouth until you were both left panting messes.

While you were apart, you were only able to think of him on those nights where the throbbing between your legs became overwhelming. You’d think of his hands, his lips, his cock, anything that reminded you of the way he’d bring you wave after wave of pleasure. In fact, the only way you had been able to get yourself off was to imagine his fingers inside of you instead of yours. You couldn’t seem to replicate the way his fingertips pressed into that perfect spot, and having him here now was better than months of your imagination had proved.

Yet, Satoru didn’t know this: all he knows is that he never should have let you go, never should have let you be with anyone else. You were his best, you always would be. And he needed to hear you say it.

“Bet no one else makes you feel this good,” he growls, trying to hide his desperation as he awaits your answer.

You shake your head, biting your teeth into your lower lip as you look up at him with watery eyes. The pressure pooling in your stomach was almost too much to bear as he beckons you closer and closer to your release.

“Say it,” he hisses.

“No one, f-fuck, no one like you,” you choke out through moans. “N-ngh, the best, only finished, a-ah, thinkin’ about you,” you confess.

His eyes light up, sensing the truth in your words. “Yeah?” he whispers breathlessly. The idea makes his cock twitch, knowing that you thought of him just like how he thought of you.

“Mhm,” you nod, trying to cling to the conversation as you feel yourself getting pulled to the edge.

With new fervor, his fingers inside you speed up, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. When he feels you begin clenching around him he knows you’re close, and his mouth crashes into yours, locking you into a passionate kiss. Sucking gently on your lower lip, his tongue slides against yours.

Your nails dig into his arms as you feel yourself come undone on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as your vision goes white from pleasure, body shaking beneath his.

He separates his lips and looks down at you as you pant, desperately trying to fill your lungs with air as your head spins from the power of your orgasm.

He grins proudly, recalling your words. “So, you really thought about me when we were apart?”

Thoughts still fuzzy, you can only nod in response, staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

“Well in that case, guess I better give you somethin’ else to remember,” his smile becoming more devious as his gaze moves down your body.

Your eyes widening in surprise, you shake your head weakly. “C-can’t, ‘Toru, s’too much.” You still feel spent after last night, but you know that once he starts he can’t stop, especially now that he’s making up for lost time.

Tilting his head mockingly, he coos, “Aw, c’mon now sweetheart, you’re the one who asked for more, remember?” He shifts so his face is above your chest, trailing kisses across your breast as his tongue flicks against your hardened nipples, eliciting a moan from you. “I know you can take it, such a good girl, like always,” he whispers before continuing his path downard, settling between your legs.

His breath is hot against your core as he places his lips teasingly along your inner thighs. Your hands move to his hair, unknowingly pulling him towards you; your mind may not know it, but your body understands it needs him.

A chuckle escapes his lips as he feels you tug him in, his tongue licking a wet stripe up your folds. An unashamed whimper leaves your throat as you arch off the bed, holding him against you as you grind up his face.

“See, ‘knew you wanted more,” he whispers into you.

He once again dives into your sopping cunt, desperate to please you. As he coaxes an immeasurable number of orgasms out of you with his tongue and fingers, he laps up every ounce of your essence, slick coating his mouth and down his chin. He relishes the way you moan each time, chasing the high of hearing his name leaving your lips.

What feels like hours passes with him never relenting until you both are sweaty messes. Your grip in his hair is loose, barely holding onto any piece of reality, when he finally pulls away from you.

He adjusts to lay next to you in bed, taking in the sight of you as he peppers your face with kisses. Your pupils are blown, nearly black from lust, mouth hanging lazily open in a fucked-out grin, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth, too weak to wipe it away.

As he looks at you, his heart swells with love - how lucky he is to have you next to him, so content, all thanks to him.

“‘Toru?” you whisper, his name the only word you’d been able to utter, hell, the only thing you’d been able to think, for the past few hours.

He brushes hair off of your forehead as he gently presses his lips against your skin, hot and covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Yes, princess?”

It takes all of your concentration to find the words you want to express, wanting to make him feel as good as you do in this moment. “You didn’t get to finish,” you manage to choke out, voice hoarse from moaning.

Laughing softly at your concern for him, he smiles, continuing to stroke your hair. “It’s my only job to make you happy, don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

You pout, knowing that you’d be even happier with his cock down your throat, the desire to please him becoming overwhelming.

He chuckles again until he’s cut short by your hand reaching down, your fingertips gently stroking the underside of his dick as he inhales sharply. “S-shit,” he breathes shakily, not realizing just how sensitive he had become while going down on you.

Looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, your hand grasps weakly around him, gingerly spreading the precum that had pooled at his tip down his length. “Please?” you whisper.

God, he needs you.

Without another word he adjusts in bed, sitting so your head rests against his thigh, his back hot against the cool wood of your headboard.

Now level with his cock, you loll your tongue out, lazily licking up the smeared precum. Parting your lips, you slide his flushed red tip into your mouth, creating a gentle suction against him.

His hands find their way to the back of your head, guiding you further down his length. He’s normally not this needy, this desperate, but with the taste of you lingering on his tongue, the warmth of your mouth around his cock after months without it, he can’t help himself.

When you near his base, he thrusts his hips up into you, pushing his tip to the back of your throat. A helpless whimper escapes his throat at the feeling, holding you in place.

“T-that’s it, just like that, sweetheart,” he whines.

You hum in response, the vibration along his sensitive cock almost enough to send him over the edge.

Slowly pulling your lips up his length, your tongue slides along him, his legs shaking as the cool air hits the space where your mouth had been.

However, your lack of urgency drove Satoru crazy. “Can I…fuck…” he barely manages to choke out, his entire body begining to tremble from temptation.

Your half-lidded eyes flit up to his, and the sight of you, lips parted around his cock, drool now making its way down your chin, the pure filthy mess you are, makes him shudder.

Understanding what he was asking, that he needs more control, that he needs to fuck your throat, you hum again in confirmation. You barely had the energy to get this far, so it was truly a blessing when he grabs the back of your head and neck, steadying you in place.

He bucks his hips up into you mindlessly, only knowing that he craves the warmth of your mouth. The lewd sound of hills balls smacking against your chin, coated in a mix of saliva and his precum, echoes through your apartment.

The only other sounds are his pathetically sweet whimpers, praises falling from his lips as he leans his head back against the wall. “Takin’ me s’good,” “S’perfect,” “Mouth was made f’me,” the constant stream of words filling the air.

Without warning, his movement stutter as a guttural moan escapes his throat. His whole body trembles as he pumps thick ropes of cum into the back of your throat, holding you against him as you swallow it, grounding yourself to reality as you savor the taste of him.

His shaky hands release their grip on you as he collapses into the pillows, eyes half-open, staring at the ceiling. Your lips finally separate from his cock as you lean up to him, his chest heaving under your hand as you rest your body against his. Your fingers trace along his jawline and he shivers at your touch, opening his eyes slightly more to look down at you.

Both of you now absolutely fucked-out messes, glazed-over eyes scanning each other’s faces as you melt into the bliss of the moment. He kisses you softly, breath still unsteady as his arms loosely wrap around you, holding you to him.

This is what you had been missing for all those months without him - the warmth of his embrace, the tender love, the peace in your heart. As you drift back into exhausted sleep, you hear him whisper something as he places his lips against your forehead, something that sounds an awful lot like “I love you.”

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[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・choso learning about boobs ⸜⸜・

choso does understand the concept of boobs. he understands that humans have some reproductive organs and that he should be attracted to that. and yuuji already showed him some porn so he can say he liked that. but boobs just don't have sense to him.

"you wanna go further?" you moan into his mouth. choso has his hands all around your body, rubbing at your hips and thighs. you're almost in his lap and as much as you want to hump him, you know he doesn't understand it.

"yeah, we can try." he says, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. you smile against his lips, sneaking your tongue into his mouth. you push your shirt lower so that he can get a good view of your cleavage.

"kiss me there." you tell him. choso looks at you with an unsure look but does as told. he kisses the mouth of your breast, licking and sucking at the skin. you give him access to more skin by popping your nipple out. other boys would be on their knees by now but choso is just confused. that's until his tongue teases your nipple and he takes it in his mouth. he gives it a few testing sucks because his eyes close and he gets into it.

"choso, honey. that's not-" you don't get to finish even he bites on your breast. soon, he shifts to the other boob and he gives it the same treatment. he's almost laying in your lap, just lapping and sucking at your nipples. he finally pulls your tits out of his mouth, breathing hard and his eyes wide.

"what's that?" he asks and you're not sure what it's about.

"you nursed on me like a little baby. although i have no milk." you giggle as you wipe his drool from your boobs.

"YOU CAN PRODUCE MILK?"

you decided not to tell him how you can produce milk yet.

[ridingthatd]

choso stare at you confused, like a broken puppy once you tell him you're to tired to have sex with him, his desperate eyes searching for yours as you avoid to make eye contact. it always happens, choso would give you those innocent puppy eyes, desperately begging you, resuring you that he's gonna be gentle this time just for him to fuck you like a dog in heat, leaving you cum filled and with an overly abused, bruised pussy but he wouldn't stop there he would use his tongue to "calm" your puffy pussy down as he says, gripping you by the hips and holding you down as he suckle on your clit just the way he lash on your nipples.

but this time he wouldn't have his way with you, you sigh as you lay down next to choso. you can feel his pleading eyes on you but you ignore it drifting off to sleep. you blink your sleep away as you start feeling something moving followed with low mutters. your breath hitch as you see a sweaty choso standing by your bed with his throbbing fat cock out beating it close to your face, he was holding his shirt up with his teeth as he stands there with his cock out stroking it , you can feel the hottness of his cock fanning against your face.

"mm, fuck! just a bit- just a bit more" he whines, hips shuddering as he starts going faster, eyes clenched closed, his red sensitive tip leaking. once your widen eyes meet his, his eyes rolls back to his skull- abs clenching before he starts shooting his warm seeds on your face with grunts after grunt. you can feel his hot cum dripping down your lips. once choso realize what he just did he immediately go on his knees apologizing, telling you how crazy he felt without your pretty little pussy.

[risuola]

I — NOT YET — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN, who is a mob boss

When a guy in the club tries to assault you, you ask a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend. Little that you know that out of all people, you chose a mob boss.

cw: smut, mafia mob!au, briefly mentioned assault and tiny bit of violence, Sukuna (yeah, I consider him a warning), reader discretion is advised — 2,7k words

a/n: mada... mada mada~ the very second I heard this menace toying with Panda, Kusakabe and the rest in Shibuya, not allowing them to move unless he say so - my head went straight to the idea of him playing the same game in bed.

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Sukuna never had to get used to being interrupted. Never. Anytime it happened in the past, all he had to do was to glance at the person and it usually got the message across. His gaze has enough power in it to quickly inform the intruder why invading his personal space or cutting him half-sentence is a damn bad idea. One look from him usually was enough to make anyone reconsider if they really want some problems. Sukuna had his eyes trained to be sharp and cold, his body strong and intimidating and his aura dangerous. He spent years building his reputation, earning a position in his world that now guaranteed him calm. Now everyone and their mothers know that he’s not the one to cross paths with. He’s a VIP, he’s allowed everywhere and he has no qualms about killing someone. Ryomen Sukuna is a brand, he’s a threat, he’s untouchable, invincible. No one in the right mind would ever try to start anything with him at this point. That’s why, when he tried to relax in one of many clubs that he owns in Tokyo, he couldn’t believe someone had the guts to push onto him at the bar.

“Hey, sorry, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a second?”, he heard near his ear and following the sound and the soft tug on his elbow, he turned his head towards you. Lucky girl, he thought while quickly assessing the view. You were too god damn pretty to be killed, looking at him with those pleading eyes that glistened in the harsh artificial lights. You were visibly scared of something, or someone, and oddly enough it wasn’t him who brought you to the verge of tears.

“Your boyfriend, huh?”, he mused, allowing his eyes to trail down your figure. The dress you had on left little to imagination and yet he wished to tear it off to see more of you. It hugged the shapes of your body perfectly and the silky fabric betrayed the lack of bra underneath. You were attractive, but clearly not smart enough to think twice before approaching a stranger.

“Please, I beg you, this guy—“, you tried to explain, squeezing your perfectly manicured fingers around his veiny forearm, but your sentence was cut in half when a man grabbed you by the waist, pulling you away just a little and harshly pressing your back against the bar. Sukuna watched as you winced when your spine hit the edge of the wooden countertop, he watched for a moment how you tried to push the guy away. With no effect, you weren’t strong enough to stand against him, you were trapped between the unwanted body and the furniture behind you, fighting the hungry hands that were groping your figure.

“Naoya, get off of me—” you tried, pushing his face away from where he was trying to suck a spot onto your neck.

“Oh, shut up woman, I know you want it,” the blonde-ish idiot grinned, twisting your arm enough to make a space for himself. He wasn’t bothered in the least with the fact he was trying to get between your legs in the very center of a club. Sukuna’s club.

Ryomen zeroed the whisky in his glass and got up from the chair. Usually, he would ignore situations like this. Other people’s problems were none of his business and he had enough his own things to take care of, to bother himself with anything else, but you. You were a problem he was willing to explore.

“Zenin, huh?”, he asked, connecting the name he heard falling from your lips with the wannabe gangster he heard about many times before. There was a certain reputation tied to Naoya’s name, mostly regarding his treatment of women but as long as he wasn’t touching his women, Sukuna couldn’t care less about this trash of a man. You definitely were not his woman. Yet.

“The fuck you want, I’m busy,” Zenin groaned, pulling his nasty mouth away from your shoulder for just a moment, only to shot a glare to the club owner.

“I can tell that you’re busy,” Ryomen grabbed one of Naoya’s wrists. It wasn’t looking like a hard grip, but the face of the blonde betrayed the sharp, bone-breaking pain he felt.

You felt some kind of relief when the stranger you just met stepped between you and your unwanted date. The large body of him towered above you completely, he was bigger than you thought when you approached his sitting form, but you couldn’t think about it for too long when he dealt with Naoya so easily. Once the blonde was gone, he turned to you.

Your heart skipped few beats once you took the image in. The man was huge, way taller than you and built like a greek god. The sharp outlines of his muscled torso beautifully showed through the dark graphite dress shirt. Looking up, you could finally see his face clearly. His features were attractive, dangerous with the black tattooed lines around them. He could easily be a gangster or something.

“T-thank you,” you spoke finally, snapping out from the initial impression of him. He was a red flag, you knew that. If not for the circumstance, you’d probably be the first to run away from him. He was hot. An absolute smokeshow, but he was certainly bad news.

“Was he your date?”, he asked, pulling a chair that he was sitting on previously and twisting it to position, before his large hands landed on your hips. There was no effort whatsoever when he lifted you and sat you down on the seat. He opted to stand next to you.

“No… I came here with a friend, but she left earlier. I was just about to leave as well, but this guy stopped me,” you sighed. “He wouldn’t let me go, I was afraid that he’ll just walk after me to my home. I’m sorry I interrupted you.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. The gesture in itself was soft, but you shivered underneath his touch nonetheless. You couldn’t quite tell what made him so… scary. Was it his overwhelming frame? Or maybe the calm, distant demeanor? He had authority, he was expecting submission and when he was looking at you, you felt like a prey of him. Strangely, you were quite fine with that. You had no wish of doing anything with Naoya, but this man… he was different, he was interesting, he made you cross your legs just to feel any kind of pressure between your thighs. “Your name?”

“Y/n,” you replied.

“Y/n. Nice,” he gave it a soft nod and ordered two drinks. “Ryomen is my name. Sukuna Ryomen. Memorize it.”

“Sure…”

At this moment, you had no guts to ask why was it important to imprint the name he told you into your brain, but it all became clear just barely two hours later. You couldn’t exactly recall the moment Sukuna led you out of the club and into his car. There was something so enticing about his entire aura that made you lose your ability to think. He made you break every rule you ever had for yourself – to not talk with strangers, not go with them anywhere. Before that night you were doing exceptionally good in avoiding danger, you somehow slipped through your life up until that point without any major problems, but once you faced the problem, it was a big one.

The talk was good, it flowed easily and the menacing aura that Ryomen had all around him kept you interested. You had no idea that you’re attracted to bad boys, and maybe you were not exactly into school hooligans. Turned out, you’re aroused by the much worse kind – the kind that keeps a gun behind his belt, drinks pure whisky and makes people run away just by shooting them a glance. Yeah, that seems to be the kind of men you are into, because if there was any common sense left in you, you’d be out the door and running towards the safety of your dormitory. If there was any self-preservation instinct in you, you’d be probably anywhere else, rather than in here.

In the most luxurious house you’ve ever seen, not to mention been inside of; somewhere in the outskirts of Tokyo where you were not even sure how you can get back to your home from there. If you were just a little smarter, you’d for sure be in your own bed right now and not on the dark leather couch, with your silky dress scrunched up around your waist and your underwear torn to pieces and laying on the floor. If you had more braincells, maybe you wouldn’t be bouncing on that stranger’s dick right now, gripping onto his muscular shoulders as one of his large hands kept your hip in a dead grip, leading your moves up and down his girthy length and the other one tightly squeezed around the back of your neck, from where he was keeping his head close so he could kiss you so hungrily it took your breath away. But that’s just where you were. And you wouldn’t change a thing.

He felt so goddamn good, filling your tight hole to the very brim, stretching you to the point of delirium and he wasn’t even fully in yet. His moves were aggressive and yet sensual; he made you feel small even if it was you who was on top of him. You had no control, he made it clear with the way he was holding you and every time you tried to dominate him in any way, he quickly showed you your place back. Maybe later, he’ll let you have your way with him, but now, he was in charge.

“Think you can take all of me?” He asked against the delicate skin of your neck, now painted in red and purple marks he nibbed onto it. You could feel him grinning at the way you squeezed your little hands on his clothed biceps. He got you all exposed and yet he only allowed you to free his dick; his shirt was still buttoned up, his pants were still on his legs. There was a certain dominance shown in the way he got you all naked on top of his suit.

“N-no,” you breathed out, “too big.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” Sukuna doesn’t exactly accept no as an answer and he for sure gave you enough time to accommodate to his size. “You’ll take it and thank me for it, yeah?”

“Yes,” was all you could mumble, before both of his large hands landed on your hips. The iron grip, you were sure, was going to bruise you but now, it felt grounding in a way.

“Good girl,” he praised, his purr vibrated against your skin as he sucked yet another mark along your collarbone. It distracted you for a moment before he pushed your pelvis even lower, fully bottoming into you. Your clit made a contact with his lower belly, the harsh brush of his skin against the swollen bud making you moan louder than you were meaning to. You felt like all of your organs were moved out of the way just to make more space for his dick and Sukuna couldn’t be more satisfied by the way you took him in. “See? As if you were made to take this cock.”

Something incoherent left your mouth, a tear stained your cheek and the man was happy to lick it away, tasting the saltiness before he bucked his hips up, keeping yours in place. He took full control, thrusting into you with all the power he had in his muscular body and you held onto his shoulders with your little hands. The filthy, wet sounds were filling the interiors, bouncing off the walls and mixing with all of the whines and whimpers that were leaving your lips. Some grunts added to the melody, but you barely heard any of it, too consumed by the exploding pleasure between your legs.

Sukuna’s name was leaving your mouth like a prayer, you felt so close, you felt like falling and you had no intention to stop. The man grinned, licking a long stroke along your throat, his tongue curling upwards as it reached the tip of your chin. The taste of your skin felt intoxicating to him, he wanted to devour you whole, to keep all for himself.

“You wanna cum, huh?” His voice was taunting. “You’re clenching around me so fucking hard, you’re gonna milk me as well.”

“Yes, yes, please,” you near damn begged, chasing the bliss that you could almost taste on your tongue right now. It filled all of your body cells, rushed through your veins in ecstatic waves of lust.

“Not yet,” he ordered and it felt almost painful to force yourself back from the state of climax. You could tell he was playing with you, toying with his dominance, reminding you that it’s him who pulls the strings in here. And yet, he was still rutting into you, his movements completely different to what he was saying, he was fucking you like he wanted you to cum in that very moment. “Still not yet,” he teased, feeling your little fingers digging onto his shoulders, your manicured nails nearly making holes in his shirt as your eyes fell shut.

“Oh god, Ryomen, please,” you whined. Your thighs were shaking, your spine arching and the incredible tension below your stomach threatened to burst any second now.

“Now,” he ordered and just like that, all inside of you snapped. You came all over his dick, and you came hard. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced, like you were suddenly shot into another dimension and if not for the way he sped up his movements, you’d probably just get lost in the lustful feeling. Ryomen came just few moments after you, wrapping his arms around your waist and painting your walls white. You felt him throbbing, spasming inside of you, the hot seed gushed out of you as he was pumping it in, staining your thighs and the bottom of his black shirt. Then he pushed you down, fully onto his cock, plugging the way out for his cum.

You found his lips, swallowing his quickened breath as you kissed him with desire and he gave in, quickly dominating the kiss. You were tired, the muscles in your legs were burning from the intense exercise, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling of still wanting more. He made you hungry, he made you unsatiated and you were sure, you won’t be able to recognize yourself after you’re done with him. You were never such a greedy lover but frankly, you never had a chance to feel that good with anyone. The boys you’ve been with had no skills and if not for the orgasms you gave yourself with your fingers, no one else ever brought you over the edge like Sukuna.

“Can you undress?” You asked him, your lips brushing against his as you mouthed the question and he chased your kiss with his head, grabbing your lower lip between his teeth. There was a certain expression painted all over his dangerously handsome features, the menacing aura amplified as he took his sweet time before replying.

“I can undress,” he began, yet there was a but hanging in the air. He had conditions and you were open to hear them. “I’ll give you two options, little kitten. Wanna hear ‘em?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t undress. You can pull yourself together and I can drive you back to your home now. But I can also take the suit off, carry you to my bed. Then you’ll stay with me till morning, but don’t have any hopes for a calm sleep, no. The night will be as filthy as it can get. You’ll be sore tomorrow, most likely exhausted.”

You blinked hearing the options. It was clear as day, stop there or continue? You knew the answer already, your body decided for you even before he came up with an offer.

“Will you drive me home as well if I pick the second option?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s get you naked.”

» PART TWO

[todorokies]

yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.

but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.

he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.

his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.

when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.

but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[fatalfairies]

MAFIA BOSS!GOJO x READER

LOVESHOT.

art credit: @/mossmaybe1 on X

a/n: the bathroom scene reminded me of “pissing all by yourself handsome ?” , not proofread and this is very sexy if you see thru my vision. also the ending is ambiguous,whether he died or not ? who knows ?

Mafia!Gojo who has to attend the party of a famous fashion house. Guess there are many things a top businessman has to do in order to hide the dark truth huh ?

Mafia!Gojo who knows going to such an event will ultimately put his life to danger,people are dying to blow his head for some bags of money.

It’s fine. It’s not as if they could succeed,and danger tastes so good when they’re dying in his calloused hands

Almost 30 minutes into the event,he was surrounded by business and influential ladies alike as they enthusiastically spoke to him trying to secure future deals while he mindlessly swirled the glass of champagne in his hands.

His icy blue eyes fixed onto the woman wearing a crimson red long bodycon dress with a slit on the slide radiating an image of glamour as she conversed with all the men and women surrounding her with a smile taking of sip from the glass of wine in her gloved hands in between.

Satoru Gojo is getting distracted and this time,he is enjoying it.

Mafia!Gojo excuses himself as he goes to the washroom to relieve himself,buttoning up his trouser as he turns to be met the familiar silhouette of the very woman he was staring right into the soul of as an expression of shock covers his face for a brief moment

Nothing escapes his senses then how did you even enter ? And what about the guard outside the washroom area ?

Well,Gojo Satoru gets high off danger,might as well make the most out of it.

Fixing his blazer,he walks towards you,this time your eyes were preying on him like a hungry tiger looking at a helpless deer.

“Didn’t think I noticed you staring right through my soul,handsome ?”

Those words escaped your mouth in a low,subtly dangerous(and sexy) tone as now he moved towards you leaving almost no gap in between his chest and yours inhaling your intoxicating scent

Unless he felt a cold metal body hit the bare part of his chest from the few unbottoned buttons.

A smirk on his face as he looks,a sly grin on your face as you looked at him as though you wanted to devour him as you pressed the gun harder on his chest

“Adios,darling~”

BANG !

[nanaminokanojo]

Sukuna is pissed.

The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.

In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.

How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.

Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?

He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.

"What –" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.

Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.

At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.

"You –"

"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.

Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted –"

In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.

"You could have just stayed like this –"

"Shh."

Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.

"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.

You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.

"There. Problem solved."

[madaqueue]

Dripping in Gold | Chapter 8

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, smut. kissing, mentions of masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), sex. 18+, MDNI

word count: 1.9k

a/n: back to our regularly scheduled programming (aka just smut lmao) i am so feral over this man i need him

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The moment you step into your apartment, Satoru’s hands are on you. He lifts you up, your legs straddling his waist, as he pushes you against the door. Your lips crash into his, tongue sliding into his mouth with a carnal need for him. You never thought you’d get to feel this again, the sweet taste of his lips, the warm scent of his cologne, the firm grip of his hands, and now with it all coming back you’re not sure you could bring yourself to ever let it go again.

One of his hands slides up to your back, pressing your body firmly against his as the other tightens around your thigh. He pulls you away from the door and carries you to your bed, never daring to separate his lips from yours. Setting you down against the soft duvet, his now free hands roam your body ravenously, trying to feel every inch of you. Everywhere his palms touch leaves a tinge of electricity behind, the heat of desire tingling your skin.

Your hands trace over his chest and arms, moving to his back to pull him impossibly closer to you. As one arm moves up into his hair, a soft whine leaves his mouth as he sighs into yours.

He was addicted to your touch, the feeling of you gently carding your hands through his white locks one he never thought he would get again. In the months since he saw you, he found himself thinking of you often, wishing you were with him, wishing he could feel you, hold you, be with you. On particularly desperate nights, when the thoughts of you became too overwhelming, he would lock the door to his room and fuck his fist to you, running his hand through his own hair to try and mimic the way you did. Yet, every time, it just wasn’t enough; he couldn’t recreate you. Now, the way you gently tugged against his scalp, how your fingertips slowly massaged his skin, he felt high on you.

His hips buck up, desperate for the friction of your body. You could feel his cock pressing against your core, straining against his pants, and your hands are drawn almost magnetically to his waistband, pulling his belt off with ease despite the months you went without doing so.

Pulling away from you for just a moment to rip his jeans down, he looks at you with those bright blue eyes, partially hidden through his low eyelids. A smile pulls at the corners of his lips, his expression some combination of love and deep, feral lust.

Oh, he is going to ravish you.

In one smooth motion he pulls your panties off from under your dress and throws them across the room. You take the sign to hurriedly lift the pink cloth above your head, not bothering to fold it before it meets a similar fate and lands on the floor. Satoru leans back over you, lips reconnecting with yours, the kiss messy and imprecise, full of mutual need.

The sound of something bouncing across the floor hits your ears as you feel his shoulders move to slide his shirt off, presuming that the small rattling on the ground was the buttons that were torn from the fabric as he ripped it open, not able to spare another second without his skin touching yours.

“Missed you so much,” he mutters as you feel the heat of his chest against yours, “couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

You feel him pull away slightly as your eyes flutter open to meet his before he lowers his head, trailing wet kisses down your body. Settling in with his face between your thighs, he looks up at you with that goddamn smile you missed so much. “May I, princess?” he asks, briefly moving his eyes down between your legs and tilting his head slightly.

“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

Normally he would tease you, make you say it, draw out this moment for as long as possible until you’re begging for him, but right now something inside him knows that if he waits even a second longer he’ll be the one begging.

His gaze lowers as he sticks his tongue out, licking up your slick folds. The taste of you makes his eyes nearly roll back, hips grinding into the bed beneath him. “F-fuck, y’taste so good,” he whines out before immediately diving back in.

He laps up your cunt like a man starved, desperate for more of you. Every once in a while he swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking lightly at the sensitive bud. His rough tongue continues dragging up and down you as he moans into you.

“S’good sweetheart, y’don’t know how much I missed this,” his words low, vibrating against your skin, “needed you s’bad.”

Eventually he brings his thumb over to rub loose circles against your clit as he continues to work with his mouth. The added sensation pushes you ever closer to your release and your grip on his hair tightens, forcing another helpless whine from his mouth.

“T-Toru, I’m, a-ah, I’m close,” you breathe out.

Your hips begin to grind up against his face, holding him in place against you as you come undone on his tongue. He drinks up your essence, savoring it as though it was his first taste of water after months of dehydration.

Pulling his head from between your legs, he looks up at you - panting, chest heaving, your free hand gripping the sheets as you stare up at the ceiling. When you finally come down from your high your gaze travels down to meet his as he licks his lips, taking in the taste of you. His blue eyes are now nearly black from his blown-out pupils, a lazy smile across his face as he inches over you.

“You are so perfect,” he whispers, nearly panting himself from pure lust as his arms cage your body beneath him. “I couldn’t think about anyone but you, the whole time we were apart.”

Your hand in his hair moves down to his face, holding his jawline as you look up at him. “You too, Satoru.”

The space between you closes immediately as he kisses you, the faint taste of your essence still on his tongue as it roams into your mouth. His now fully erect cock presses at your folds, the light sensation making your hips stutter upwards, desperate for more.

“You nervous?” he teases, the memory of the first time you two hooked up in the back of his car flashing through your mind.

“Just impatient,” you retort, both of you now smiling through the kiss.

He adjusts his weight and brings a hand down to his base, lining himself up with your entrance as his lips move down, ghosting the space behind your ear. After coaxing one orgasm out of you, he has gained just enough self-restraint to draw this moment out a bit.

“What do you want, princess?” he whispers into the skin of your neck.

“Fuck me, please, Satoru,” you beg, putting your pride aside, knowing you won’t be able to last much longer without him inside you. “Please, I need you, please.”

You feel a soft chuckle tickle against you as he speaks. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

His hips slowly lean forward as he enters you. In almost perfect unison you both whine at the feeling of your walls enveloping him in warmth.

“H-hah, fuck, y’take me so good,” he practically wimpers as he bottoms out inside you. As he pulls out he almost immediately thrusts back in, driven by a primal drive to feel you clenching around his cock. “S’perfect, like y’were made f’me,” he slurs, already drunk in lust.

Yet, something in him knows he still needs more.

Feeling his weight shifting, your eyes open slightly to meet his, his teeth biting down on his lower lip, a sweet fucked-out grin on his face. His grip slides down to hold below your thighs before he stretches your legs up into the air, bending you in half.

As he thrusts back into you, his cock hits somehow impossibly deeper, nearly kissing your cervix. Your eyes roll back slightly as your mouth hangs open, only able to focus on the way he bullies in and out of your slick hole, his length filling every inch inside you, so full of him.

A soft giggle leaves his lips. “Always look s’pretty like this, sweetheart,” he says, the words coming out much more airy than he intended, and he can tell he’s nearing his own release as he hears you moan in response.

Moving your hands along his back, your nails dig in harshly, trying to ground yourself through the burning pleasure of Satoru’s cock thrusting into you.

His lips meet yours once again as his tongue works into your mouth, roughly gliding against yours.

Feeling his rhythm, you begin to rock your hips up in pace with him, guiding yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. You clench around him slightly and his hips stutter.

“F-fuck, sweetheart, y’keep doin’ that ‘n I’m gonna cum,” he breathes into you.

Your body responds for you, bearing down around him again as tension builds in your core. 

Satoru lets out a groan at the feeling, his motions becoming less and less precise, messily hitting that sweet spot inside you as you both approach the edge.

“A-ah, Toru,” you whine, struggling to get any words out.

He separates his lips from yours for a moment as you lock eyes with each other, his pupils wide and glossed over, mouth parted in a lopsided smile. The only thought in his mind right now is you, the way you feel around him, the sweet cock-drunk grin on your face as you look up at him, how badly he needs you.

“Cum for me,” he whispers before his soft lips meet yours again, his tongue fervently running along yours as he moans into your mouth.

His words are enough to send you over the edge, your vision going white as you lose yourself in pleasure.

With the way your body shakes beneath him, your pussy fluttering as you gush onto his cock, Satoru follows closely behind. He moans out your name as his cock twitches inside you, painting your insides white.

“S’good, fuck, s’perfect,” he babbles as his body trembles above you, his stream of consciousness only focused on you.

His hips slow as both of you return to reality, taking in uneven breaths as you steady yourselves against one another. Your hands on his back pull him against you, his chest hot against yours. His fingers trace up your body, sending shivers down your spine from the lightness of his touch until they reach your face, and he gently brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes before softly pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I missed this” he whispers, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

Your hands return to his hair, gently stroking his soft undercut beneath your palm. “I missed you too, ‘Toru,” you respond, placing a kiss against his temple.

“Can we…can we stay like this for a while?” he asks tentatively, his hands tenderly squeezing against your skin as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go again.

“Of course,” you hum, leaning your head against his.

Your room is quiet as you hold him in your arms, the sounds of your breathing and the warmth of his body calming everything within you. For the first time in a long time, your heart is at peace.

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ CAN I PUT YOU ON HOLD? ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. cunniligus, lil' bit of dirty talk and more... i'm too tired to type it all out </3

author's note: idk personally i wouldn't take that.. but i guess i would if it was satoru. anywaysss enjoy

satoru's a busy man — balancing his responsibilities as a teacher and as a sorcerer is no easy task, but he finds a way to make it work.

anyone who's known him for longer than a minute can easily tell that satoru's committed to his line of work. as much as he complains about it, the truth is that it's one of his top priorities. maybe even the first one.

and you get a taste of just how devoted satoru is when he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. 

"hello?" satoru cooes, eyes focused on your indignant expression as he holds a finger to his lips. "yeah, i'm free to talk. what is it?"

"free to talk?" you mouth at him incredulously. satoru replies with a wink and grins, enjoying the show. you're still pinned underneath him, bedsheets haphazardly strewn across your body, and satoru savors the sight of you all needy and pouty.

"yeah, take your time," satoru says amusedly to whoever's on the other side of the phone after a moment. when you reach up and swat satoru's chest indignantly, he uses his free hand to pin your wrists above your head, a clear warning in his eyes.

after a couple of mhm's and of course's, the conversation still isn't over. your patience is waning — who is satoru to just stop in the middle of fucking you to pick up a phone call and say that he's free to talk?

you try to distract yourself by thinking about the mindblowing sex you were having just minutes ago. the longing, glassy stares; the red scratch marks down satoru's back; and of course you couldn't leave out the words.

"fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." "atta girl, you're a natural slut, aren't ya?" "your pussy was made to be fucked by me, wasn't it?"

how did that turn into "yeah, make sure the higher-ups know about this, otherwise they'll give me hell for it. mhm"?

after another bland minute, satoru rolls off of you and sits up with his back against the headboard, sheets falling to expose everything from his waist up. 

you whine in impatience, glaring at him like a sullen child. satoru basically just edged you — one second you're about to get to best orgasm of your life, the next you're forced to watch your boyfriend chat on the phone nonchalantly as if he wasn't just moaning your name like a slut three minutes earlier.

satoru shoots a glare at you and pats his lap, pressing a finger to his lips as a reminder to stay quiet.

well then, he shouldn't have picked up the phone in the middle of fucking you.

you scoot yourself into his lap, purposefully positioning yourself so that your pussy just barely rubs against the head of satoru's still-dripping cock.

it's so worth it when you hear satoru inhale a sharp breath and start to squirm under you, somehow both trying to push himself inside but also trying to inch himself away. it's like he can't decide, but the way his face flushes red speaks volumes.

his voice is breathier than normal as he squeezes his watery eyes shut. "yeah yeah, that's perfect. you mind if i put y'on hold for a sec? alright, thanks."

you glance over at satoru as he retracts the phone from his ear and puts it on mute. not even a second later, he's back on you, manhandling you into a position where he can comfortably eat your pussy, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"you think you're so fucking funny, don't ya?" satoru cooes, looking up at you as he eats you out sloppily. a mixture of his saliva and your essence drips down his chin, and the lewd sounds slipping from his lips are pornworthy. the wail that slips out of your lips when satoru bites down on your thigh hard enough to leave a mark is anything but appropriate, especially when he presses his lips back to your pussy and laughs in the middle of tonguefucking you.

"fuck, you're so lucky my phone's on mute right now," satoru groans, still buried in between your thighs. "god, if my old man could hear you now—"

"your dad's on the other end of the phone?!" you gasp, swatting satoru's head and frantically reaching over him to check if the phone was actually on mute — knowing satoru, it could've just slipped his mind. intentionally.

satoru scowls, muttering a reminder for you to stay still while he eats his dessert before rolling his eyes and grumbling "what does it matter?"

"uh, that's embarrassing!" you whine. when satoru nudges his nose against you again, you reluctantly spread your thighs for him so he can continue his meal. satoru mumbles a thanks, but he doesn't respond beyond that.

"satoru!"

"what??"

"don't you have to finish your call?"

satoru sticks out his bottom lip, fixing his cerulean eyes on you and pouting. "you were just complaining about the call and now you want me to go back??"

"it's your dad, satoru," you groan, pushing his shoulders away from your legs and ignoring his protests. "you don't get any more pussy until you finish that damn call."

"i hate you."

"love you lots, baby."

satoru sighs dramatically and unmutes the call, not bothering to respond to his dad's questions with answers longer than a word or two. after another minute of this, his dad finally hangs up and satoru lets out an elated cheer.

he turns to you with a mischievous smirk. 

"now, where were we?"

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jealous gojo cumming in your panties ⸜⸜・

gojo eyes you as you pounce around the room, calling with your middle school classmate. it's a good thing to finally get in contact with someone you haven't seen for a decade. although, judging by gojo's expression, he's not happy at all.

"bye, sugar." you say, hanging up the phone. a small giggle of excitement leave your mouth, making gojo raise an eyebrow at you.

"you call him sugar now?" gojo asks from the door, making you jump. of course he was listening behind door.

"it was his nickname in middle school. we have meeting in 10." gojo grits his teeth. he can't believe you. you were always the ideal girlfriend, obedient even, and now you're acting like a slut.

"come here, sweetheart." he tells you, his finger doing come here notion. you giggle at him. you step closer to him, swinging your arms around his neck.

"i have to get ready." you whine, placing a kiss to his cheek. he grips your chin to crash his lips against yours. he's hungry for your mouth, his tongue swiping over your lips to get permission to enter your mouth. you try to pull away, you're already running late, but he's holding you tight in his arms.

you yelp when he pushes your pants down along with your underwear. a part of you is a little annoyed because you seriously don't have time for this right now. he pulls his cock out of his pants, jerking it right above your panties.

he's panting in your mouth and you feel jealous that he's the only one receiving pleasure. as if he could read your mind, gojo pushes his cock into your panties. his cock brushes against your clit as he thrusts in your panties. the way you're grinding on his cock feels heavenly for both of you, but he doesn't plan on making you cum right now.

gojo is still pissed at you and he's gonna show the guy that you're his. he pushes his cock inside your panties harder, chasing his orgasm. he can feel the heat of your pussy on his cock and it's temping to just push inside, but he has to remind himself that this is a punishment.

he groans, feeling the orgasm coming. his body tenses as white ropes of his cum fill your panties. he always cums a lot but this time, it's more than usually. you have no time to react before gojo pulls the panties on. you cringe at the wet feeling bit he shushes you with a kiss.

"you're free to go now, love. have a good time."