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MASTERLIST
heianera!sukuna | shy!megumi | richbf!satoru | sexaddict!satoru | babyfever!satoru | smitten!sukuna | touchstarved!satoru | obsessive!satoru | lovedrunk!toji | fiance!satoru | basketballer!satoru | nerd!satoru | velcrobf!choso
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Gojo loves to spank you | Engagement ring | How many likes for you to buy me… | Making out with nerd!satoru
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streamer!megumi ft. his sneaky gf
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“uh… why is sensei doing push-ups?” yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.
satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.
his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.
“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”
he really is right where he wants to be.
megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.
“how many does he have to do?”
“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”
his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”
you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”
if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.
god, was he down bad.
“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.
silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane
megumi’s bunnies love you
he doesn’t quite understand it. why do his bunnies love you so much?
well he understands why one would love you—who wouldn’t—but he doesn’t understand why they’re so insistent on giving away his little crush on you! whenever megumi uses rabbit escape during practice one or two of the little bunnies will hop over to you without fail.
every. single. time.
he’s started to grow concerned—as have nobara and yuji, but their concern lies with the fact that megumi is barely hiding his crush from them. megumi tries to call them back, tries to retrain the stragglers that seem to hop off to god knows where whenever they aren’t being used in serious battles, but all of his attempts are futile.
his bunnies love you too much.
WHO THE FUCK CHEATS ON MEGAN THEEEE STALLION ?!?!?!
୨୧ megumi fushiguro, who can be needy at times
he feels terrible.
you’re spooning with your boyfriend megumi in the cute matching pajamas you bought for the two of you, tucked under the blankets as the two of you watch that tv series you’ve been begging him to watch with you. it’s not his type of series, but he’s enjoying watching it with you because he gets to hold you and it’s making you happy.
here’s the problem though.
the two of you has been like this for hours. your backside pressed into him, your constant shifting and jolts of laughter was rubbing against him. normally this wouldn’t be a problem, he’s a composed man, able to conceal his urges, but he’s so needy right now. he wants to be in you so bad, his erection threatening to poke into your plush cheek harder as he tries to push his dirty thoughts into the back of his mind to watch tv with you.
his grip around you tightened slightly as he snuggled further into you, tilting his head to breathe in the scent of your shampoo before resting his chin on your shoulder. his eyes trained on the tv while his hips unknowingly grind against you softly to soothe the ache in his cock. “just trying to get comfortable, baby.” he would excuse himself when you asked him why he was moving so much.
he feels like such a pervert
this night is supposed to be spent watching your favorite tv series, but here he is with a boner that just won’t go away. he tries to give all his focus on what’s unfolding on the tv, but he just can’t, not anymore at least. his thoughts are clouded with your sweet moans when he first slips it in, how good your warm slick walls feel when he fucks into you at a steady pace, and how tight you clench and spasm when he rips an orgasm out of you, moaning his name.
obviously his mind isn’t as sharp as he likes it to be, he’s been zoning out staring at the tv while he ruts against you softly, and you couldn’t help but feel it this time, he’s rock hard. you brushed it off at first, but now? it’s undeniable. your brows furrowed, glancing over your shoulder to speak. “gumi? are you okay?”
“i’m fine.” his reply was short, almost a groan if you listened hard enough.
“you’re hard.”
shit.
his hips stilled, sighing in the crook of your neck, embarrassed about being caught. he wanted to apologize, speak up, say something, but the words are stuck in his throat. you think it’s cute when he gets shy about wanting you, so you spare him, grinding back against him to show that you want it too.
that’s the only sign he needed.
he’s still spooning you from behind, shorts and underwear pushed down haphazardly as he left open mouthed kisses along your neck. he dragged his fingers from your slick pussy, tasting your juices from his digits with a groan. “i need you…so bad.” he admitted between aroused breaths, lifting one of your legs and bringing his leaking cock to your entrance. you pushed your hips backwards against his, helping him slip inside.
the moan he let out when he pushed his tip in was almost louder than yours. he pulled you against him tighter, arms wrapped around your stomach as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, pushing in slowly inch by inch. he bottomed out with a groan, your walls twitching and clenching around him from the intrusion. you leaned back against him, moaning softly from the fullness of him.
he pulled his hips back slowly before pushing himself back in, cock dragging against your slick walls. “fuuck…you feel so good pretty baby..” he whined, eyes threatening to roll back behind his closed eyelids as he began to fuck into you in a steady rhythm. each thrust making him even more pussy drunk by the second.
and he just started fucking you.
you just felt too good, better than he rememberers. you warm wet walls hugging his cock had him fucking into you faster, moaning pathetically into your neck as he chased the feeling blindly. he lifted one of his arms caging you to his chest to hang around your shoulder, his hand tilting your chin towards him to kiss you.
you clenched around him tightly, pleasure blooming deep inside you as you moaned into his mouth, cock gliding in and out of you and pressing into your sweet spot with every deep and languid stroke. he was so deep you could swear you felt him in your stomach. your walls sucked him in further, body chasing the pleasure faster than your mind could. the room was filled with the long forgotten buzz of the tv, squelching sound of your soaked pussy every time he fucked into you, and the shared moans as you lost yourselves in the pleasure of each other.
he was starting to lose himself already, usually, he would murmur soft praises in your ear, biting his own lip to stay quiet. but now? he’s a whimpering and groaning mess, thrusting into you with nothing in his mind but how good you feel. he couldn’t stop fucking you, wouldn’t dream of it, his breathing stuttering as he lost himself inside of you. he continued to whine into your neck, breathing ragged as his dick twitched wildly inside your velvety walls, precum spilling into you messily and creating an obscene ring on the base of his cock.
his desperate moans and his hips slamming into yours as he chased his own pleasure didn’t help nothing to help the ache of arousal in your pussy, your orgasm nearing as he reached down to rub at your clit. his lips chased yours again, trying to silence his moans to no avail. your walls clenched tightly around him as he rubbed dizzying circles on your clit, desperate to get you to cum before he did.
his insistent deep thrusts and the dizzying clit stimulation had you shaking in his hold, pleasure tightening then exploding as you came around him, soaking his hips and his cock with a loud moan of his name. he pulled back, praising you breathlessly and incoherently as he nuzzled back into your neck. his thrusts now losing rhythm as he chased his orgasm, mind turning into mush as he babbled in you neck, slurring about how much he loves you and how good you feel.
“g-gonna cum…please baby..wanna cum in you s-so bad…please baby.” he was too far gone, begging to cum in you, to make you his, to claim you in every possible way. his arms caged back around you as he continued to beg for you, dick twitching wildly and balls tightening as he struggled to hold back, kissing at your neck to ground himself.
his desperate pleas had you tightening around him, despite your orgasm seconds earlier, arousal blooming inside of you yet again as you nodded against him, moaning your permission. and thats all it took. his cum spurted into you, ropes painting your insides, fucking every stream into you as his eyes rolled back, moaning the loudest you’ve ever heard from him.
who knew he could ever fuck you like this?
he stayed buried in you, tilting your head to kiss you again, trying to come down from his intense orgasm. he mumbled apologies against your lips for distracting you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your stomach as he reached for the remote with his other hand.
at least now he can actually focus on the show now, right?
| streamer!megumi ft. his sneaky gf
The stream had lasted for hours, several more than it was scheduled to, but the donations kept rolling in, numbers he couldn’t ignore. So, against his will, he kept the cameras rolling.
His hands loosely held the controller, hoodie sleeves rolled up, flaunting his toned and muscular forearms, messy black hair falling over his forehead. You couldn’t help but dote how pretty he was.
Closing your book, you admired him further from your little reading corner he had graciously built you for days like this. It took seconds for you to notice the little wrinkles of aggravation in his forehead (the ones his viewers mistook for concentration) the deeper downturn of his lips and that distanced look in his pretty blue eyes.
He’d had enough of the stream.
Sighing, you smiled softly. He had woken up, showered and jumped straight onto the computer today, no time to relax at all.
A plan crept into your mind, one as reckless as it was bold. Neither of those adjectives deterred your mind, it had been made up.
Climbing off your chair, you lowered yourself onto your knees, crawling the short distance to his desk to avoid his camera. Megumi spied you in no time, his eyebrows furrowing as he battled to school his face.
Throwing him a cheeky smile you disappeared under his desk, hands settling on his knees to spread them apart. Beneath you your boyfriend was stiffer than a block of clay, needing something to release the pressure.
Hitting the mute button he mumbled “Baby not now, I’m streaming.”
“I know.”
His jaw ticked at your answer, his heart thundering in his chest. More than anything he wanted to hit the end button on the screen, to throw his headset off and chuck his controller somewhere he couldn’t see it for hours. All so he could lose himself in you, something he never tired of.
Through his headset you heard his teammates chastise him for muting and speaking to someone off screen. Knowing he had no choice, he pressed the unmute button as you slotted yourself between his thighs - his perfect fit.
Above you his jaw clenched tighter, the muscles jumping in a bid to control himself. In no rush, you brushed your palms up his inner thighs, teasing the waistband before adjusting it to free him from the confines of his pants.
“I am paying attention, quit saying my name.” There was a tightness to his words, his fuse was already about to blow. His lack of patience for the stream and his desire to submit all of his attention to you warring.
Smiling - a tad smugly - you wrapped your hands around him, squeezing as you dragged up, your pace languid, perfectly unhurried. What was the fun if both of you couldn’t enjoy it?
Beneath you, his hips twitched up with vigour he masked admirably on his face, just the pinch in his brows and his clenched jaw amiss. Most of his viewers wouldn’t bat an eye, pencil it off as normal behaviour for him.
But not you. You knew him far better than all of them.
Ignoring the jabber of his teammates, you focused on him, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his cock that made his hips twitch violently. Smothering a laugh, you decided to settle your hands on his hips, adding some pressure to keep him a tad more still.
Keeping your eyes fixed on his eyes, a beautiful blue unique to him, you licked a stripe from the base right up to his tip, your tongue swirling around before giving a teasing suck.
His eyes fell shut, entire body quivering as he clenched his jaw so tight you swore you heard a tooth or two crack.
“Megumi? What the fuck? How did you miss that shot bro?” Yuji yelled.
“Sorry. Calf cramp hit me.”
“Stop going to the gym or something.” Nobara scalded.
The controller began to shake in Megumi’s hands, the urge to leave the game, end the stream so profound he felt the pressure of it pulsing against his temple.
Noticing - because of course you did - you wrapped your lips around the tip and sunk your head down, sucking softly. His thighs tensed around you, his body as stiff as stone.
Sinking down further you ran your tongue over the veins, humming softly as you settled, lips a tight ring, your mouth warm and tight around him. A bead of sweat was forming on his forehead, betraying him.
Undoubtedly his viewers would mistake it for stress, the prospect of losing the game anxiety riddling.
“Fuck.” He mumbled, the expletive dragged out, husky in a way only you could create.
Relaxing your throat, you took the rest of him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Your lashes fluttered against your cheeks as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue lapping gently to stimulate him.
Above you, Megumi had decided the stream wasn’t worth it, red hot desire clouding his mind. He didn’t care about his win to lose ratio, any of his stats, his viewers. All he wanted to do was focus on you, how you were taking care of him how good you were making him feel.
Fuck, he just wanted to be lost in you completely.
The rest happened fast. He shot the last player, the timer finally ticking to zero. He hit the keys to leave the game, end the stream and close down his computer. His controllers crashed somewhere off to the side, and his hands were in your hair, his hips bucking into your mouth as he let free a moan he had been storing in his chest.
“Please keep going baby.”
Content seeing him unwind for the first time in hours, you gave him exactly what he asked for.
Releasing him with a soft sigh, you adjusted yourself, pressing another kiss to the tip before taking him into your mouth again. You moved slowly at first, savouring the sight of him melting into his gaming chair as his hips rose to meet your pace. His brows had scrunched together, his eyes almost closed as groans fell between his lips.
“Fuck… that’s good. Perfect.”
Again you hummed around him, knowing it would nudge him closer to that edge which would relax him entirely. In your mouth he throbbed, heavy on your tongue, hot in your throat.
A soft whimper pushed through the sea of groans, a sign he was extremely close. Knowing this you hollowed your cheeks, took him down your throat and swallowed.
His back arched, head thrown back, hips stuttering as he came down your throat. Stroking your hands down his thighs you kept still as he rode out his high, the most beautiful noises pouring out of him.
Soon after you climbed onto his lap, and gave him a sweet kiss, hands stroking through his hair as he panted on your collarbone, trying to find his bearings someplace inside of you.
Once he had, he muttered, “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it, you’d been streaming for far too long.”
“Missed you.”
Carding your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, you pecked his forehead. “I missed you too. Now let’s get you something to eat.”
Gripping your thigh he twitched his head no. “Five minutes.”
You smiled, heart melting in your chest. “Five minutes.”
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| velcrobf!choso can’t handle being away from you.
“Cho, my friends really want this to be a girls shopping trip. In fact they emphasised it.” Flicking his forehead affectionately you eyed the clock. Your friends would be here in five minutes, not a lot of time to tame your shadow.
Hiding his face in your neck, he whimpered softly “Why sweetheart? Do your friends not like me?”
Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, a small smile on your lips, you cooed “They adore you Cho, but girl time is important to them. We enjoy having fun shopping together.”
“I’ll pay for your shopping. I’ll pay for dinner too.”
“Choso, you already gave me your card, remember?”
Shit, he had forgotten all about that. He had fucked up his own plan. Well, really it wasn’t his fault you were so pretty and he couldn’t say no.
“I’ll hold the bags for you, and you can use my hoodie when you get cold.”
If it was up to you he wouldn’t have to make up all these reasons to be included, but you couldn’t veto your friends, it wasn’t fair to disrupt their plans.
Cupping his face, you gave him a kiss all sweet and soft, the ones that made him struggle to think. “I’ll be a few hours. Play your video games you won’t even notice I’m not here.”
Wouldn’t notice?
Choso noticed when you shifted one cm away from him when he was asleep. He noticed when you leaned too far forwards not a single point of contact remained between you. He noticed when you left his side every single time.
“I will.”
Tugging his pigtails you grinned. “I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be back later.”
“Later is too long.”
Kissing him over and over, smitten by how sweet he was, you lost track of your mission. Leaning into his chest you slid your hands into his hair, fisting the hair at his nape to tug softly.
Choso moaned softly, hips jolting as he submitted himself to your desires, his hands greedily grabbing your hips as he imagined a far more exciting way for you to spend the afternoon.
Fuck, he wanted to rip off that top that was cut ever so slightly too low for him to control himself, wanted to tug that pretty bra down and-
Several loud bangs threatened to break the hinges off your apartment door, the thunderous sound setting Choso’s survival instinct’s off. In less than a second he had you shielded behind his back and an expression so serious it left you breathless.
“Just bring him! We are going to miss out on good parking!” One of your friends hollered through the door.
“Guess I don’t have to wait until later after all.”
And despite how pissed your friends probably were with you, you laughed.
Season 3 has officially turned me into a Choso fan.
why “just kissing” with megumi never stays just kissing— his needy ass always ending up inside you . . .
you’re sprawled on megumi’s bed, legs tangled with his, the late afternoon sun filtering through the half-closed blinds.
right now, he’s got you pinned gently under him, lips soft and slow against yours, kissing you like he has all the time in the world.
“just kissing” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and serious when you climbed into his lap. “i promise. no funny business.”
you’d laughed, poking his chest. “yeah, sure. because that’s ever worked before.”
he’d given you that deadpan look, the one that somehow makes his pretty face even hotter. “im a man of my words.”
“you’re a man who gets hard the second our tongues touch.” you’d shot back, grinning.
he’d rolled his eyes, muttering “shut up” before pulling you into the kiss anyway.
and now here you are... twenty minutes later- his “just kissing” promise completely forgotten. his tongue is deep in your mouth, hot and slick, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other slides under your shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple until you’re arching into him with a soft whine.
he pulls back just enough to breathe against your lips, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. “fuck,” he whispers, voice rougher than usual. “you taste so good.”
you tug at his hair, trying to drag him back down. “thought we were keeping it pg, mr. a man of his word.”
a tiny huff escapes him- his version of a laugh. “yeah, well.. you make that impossible.”
then he’s kissing you again, harder this time, grinding his hips down slow so you feel exactly how hard he is through his sweats. you moan into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and that’s all it takes.
clothes come off fast-your shirt yanked over your head, his sweats shoved down just enough to free his cock. he’s thick, flushed dark, tip already leaking as he strokes himself once, twice, staring down at you like he’s starving.
“need you,” he mutters, almost to himself, lining up and pushing in with one slow, deep thrust.
you gasp sharp, back bowing off the bed as he stretches you open— always so much, always so full. he bottoms out with a low groan, forehead dropping to yours, breath shaky. “nngh... baby...”
“fuck— so tight,” he curses under his breath, pulling out slow just to slam back in. the bed creaks, headboard tapping the wall as he sets a brutal pace right from the start.
he’s not loud- never is- just hot, ragged breaths against your neck, quiet growls and whispered “shit… fuck…” every time your walls flutter around him. but his body says everything. his hips snapping hard, pounding you into the mattress, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread wide while the other laces fingers with yours beside your head.
“so pretty,” he breathes against your lips, kissing you messy- tongue sliding against yours, swallowing every moan you give him. “taking me so well- you feel so good, baby”
you’re already dumb on it, eyes rolling back, babbling his name between broken whimpers. “gumi- ahh— t-too deep—”
he just thrusts harder, angling to hit that spot that makes you see stars, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest.
“yeah?” he pants quietly, voice strained. “too deep? but you’re soaking me- pussy’s sucking me in like you need it.”
you can’t answer. just claw at his back, legs shaking as he fucks you senseless, cock dragging against every sensitive inch inside you.
the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, obscene and loud along with the loud squelching of your pussy getting abused.
he suddenly shifts, hooking your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half, and drives even deeper— balls slapping against your ass with every rough thrust.
“fuck—gonna cum inside you,” he groans low, pace turning erratic. “fill you up— can i, baby? fuck, let me cum inside you, please—”
you shatter first, crying out his name as your orgasm hits hard, walls clamping down so tight he hisses through his teeth. two, three more brutal thrusts and he’s cumming— hot, thick ropes painting your insides as he grinds deep, riding it out with quiet, shuddering breaths against your neck.
he came so much that it leaks around his buried cock, dripping down to your ass and to the already ruined sheets.
he stays buried for a long moment, kissing your jaw soft and slow, then your lips- gentle again, like the switch never flipped.
“you horndog,” you mumble weakly, voice hoarse.
he huffs again, that dry little almost-laugh, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “yeah. my bad.”
js testing if my blog is truly back to normal lol,, this was buried deep in my drafts for like a month now so yea
I have decided to open commissions on Kofi (after much deliberation), and have set three options for the meantime.
I will write for most Jujutsu Kaisen characters (but you can probably tell me favs from my blog, lol) and I will write smut, angst and fluff, but there are exceptions as there are certain things I am not comfortable about writing in detail or idealising. These include incest/beastiality/rape/sexual violence/domestic violence/cheating or anything related to children in any inappropriate manner so please don’t ask.
If anyone would like a commission of a larger scale DM me either here on Tumblr or on Kofi and I am more than happy to discuss details with you.
I hope you are all having a lovely December and I will see you on here again very soon. Love you all lots and thank you for your continued support over the last year.
Just saw Wicked: For Good and can confirm I have been changed for good.
Satoru has too much money to ever do anything half assed, he specialises in grandeur, one of a kind. After all, what is the point in having something if everyone else has it, or can, too.
This philosophy carried weight particularly when it came to your engagement ring, a ring he had been hunting for for years now. They were either too small, too large, too tacky, too impersonal or too cheap. None of which Satoru wanted in a ring that represented forever with you.
Until one day, as if by fate, he wandered by Harry Winston, a little deflated from all of his failed shopping, and saw it.
A new display had replaced the previous lack lustre showcase, in its place exactly what he was looking for.
In a box infamous worldwide for exclusivity, sat a blue diamond ring, so light but so powerful in its possession of the shade. The 8 carat diamond shone fiercely, tucked against its side two clear baguette diamonds, all set on a platinum band.
A statement piece, without being over-exaggerated, timeless and tasteful, blue was your favourite colour (thanks to him) and it paid a homage to a piece of him.
It was perfect.
As if the wind could snatch it from its post he shot into the store, fingers tapping impatiently against his black card as he signed contracts and confirmed his identity with his bank.
An hour later and he walked out several millions of pounds lighter, but with a heart so full of love and content the lost weight was made up for.
˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓝.𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ and his pretty preppy gf who he adores
⤿ ꒰ he's the college's nerd and you're his preppy sweetheart :: college au :: fluff :: smut :: experimental sex :: f.oral ꒱
꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who gets surprised looks when his preppy gf throws herself at him in the middle of the hallway and showers him with kisses. your relationship isn't a secret, but it's not something people expect. what's the nerd doing with the prettiest girl on campus anyway? "wait, that's your boyfriend?" they ask, as your arms are hooked around his neck. you give his cheek a big smooch with a pout and huffy, "duh." while satoru grimaces at the stares and flips them off.
꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who can handle insufferable students on his own given his quick wit and sarcastic tongue buuut loves whenever you step in like a bristled candy floss. jabbing a manicured nail to whoever threw a meaningless comment his way and scolding them. yet somehow still being so sweet? he steals you away for kisses all over your face in his dorm.
꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who, on that note, gets so clingy after a long day and stumbles you around with his arms looped on you. mumbling about all his assignments as he fumbles you to the bed and flops his head into your chest. muffling his groans and complaints into your shirt while you play with his hair. loves when you give him scalp scratches.
꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who really enjoys studying with you even though you're his prettiest distraction. loves especially when you're sat between his legs, either reading the material to him while he rubs circles on your thighs or painting your nails while he hunches over to stare at his textbook. ( in actuality, he's just watching your pretty hands. he wants to kiss them. )
꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who feels so bad for you. you shouldn't be in this advanced biology course but your family pressure has forced you to. you're not dumb, no matter what anyone says, but this subject really isn't for you. he spends countless nights helping you study in the most efficient way possible. but whenever you walk out of the exam with those big glossy eyes? he's cupping your face in the middle of the hall and kissing all over with a quiet, "it's okay baby, did so good. did your best."
heianera!sukuna had been formidable, his mood sour as a shot of lime, his anger as unpredictable as the weather. Civilians who came to his feet begging for wealth, jewels, their life, were promptly dealt with, the sliver of mercy he sometimes displayed as vacant as your interest in him.
Or so it seemed.
heianera!sukuna watched you closely, plotting how he would next try and lure you closer to lusting for him. His mind had been working tirelessly, until he came up with a scenario he deemed acceptable.
“Come along pet, I have some garments I wish for you to try.”
“Garments for what, my lord?”
He smirked at your polite but inquisitive nature. Had anyone else queried him on his intentions he would have remover their head from their body, but as usual you proved to be an exception to his brutishness.
“For a party, you are to be my accessory for the night.”
heianera!sukuna notoriously had never taken a parner, male or female, to any event, nor had he ever had a partner, and certainly not a wife. Unbeknownst to you, you were about to make history.
heianera!sukuna directed you into his chambers, a rack of luxurious clothing replacing the table which normally sat between his chair and fireplace.
From across the room you could see that they were scandalous, more so than the short skirt of your uniform, designed to enhance cleavage and show skin. They screamed sexy, an adjective most had little time to consider when food and money were scarce.
In your village, sexy wouldn’t keep your family alive.
heianera!sukuna watches with eyes softer than he’d like as you approach the dresses. Knowing where you came from Sukuna knew you had never been exposed to the lifestyle he lived, all of this fresh to your eyes.
Sitting himself in the armchair, he focused on you so intently as you brushed your fingers over fabrics made of dreams, you felt heat singe your cheeks.
“My lord, these dresses are too exquisite for the likes of me. Perhaps someone more suited to wear them should-“
“Enough.” He rumbled. “I had these made for you, and you alone. Do you wish to displease your king?”
“No, my lord.”
heianera!sukuna was pleased when you agreed, ever the sweet, pliant servant he had come to expect.
Your fingers grazed over the fabrics, tugging some hangers out to inspect the garments, finding few that were close to a style you yourself would wear. They were very much western, most likely inspired by his travels abroad, much like your uniform which you had never seen anything in the likes of.
After a few moments you selected one which resembled a kimono, fashion you were familiar with.
“I shall wear this one my lord.”
heianera!sukuna watched you bow, a smirk tugging at his lips, his next request already circling in his mind, ready to depart from his lips.
“Try it on pet. Your king wishes to see if it is to his liking.”
Trepidation flashed through your eyes, a reluctance you couldn’t hide - almost defiance if you hadn’t schooled your features - in your eyes. He watched you closely, eager to see your response when you had a knack for giving him exactly what he wanted just not how he wanted it.
heianera!sukuna grinned wickedly when you gave a nod not dissimilar to a twitch of your head. His eyes were hungry as you… stepped into the kimono with your uniform on?
heianera!sukuna grunted menacingly as he watched you pull on the kimono, covering your uniform before shimmying out of it while remaining completely covered, a disrespect that you viewed as modesty.
Tired of your intelligence that in these cases surpassed his own, heianera!sukuna decided before you left this room you’d have a very clear idea of his intentions and the fantasies he wished to play out with you, his pretty little servant.
@raimaaaaaa this is for you, made this one a little longer as a thanks for your support, I hope you and everyone else who reads this enjoys it. Next part coming soon.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5
THE SECRET MARRIAGE MASTERLIST — GOJO SATORU
synopsis. gojo is hopelessly obsessed with the girl he secretly chose to marry—who has no idea he’s been in love with her for years.
everything can be read as a standalone, but i recommend reading in chronological order !
main masterlist
| Making out with nerd!satoru
He was stiff at first, as you climbed onto his lap, stars in his eyes but nerves getting the best of him as he struggled to comprehend this being his reality. The girl of his dreams perched on his lap, ready to kiss him.
“You okay? Looking a little dazed there.” Stroking your fingers through his hair, twirling some of the longer strands, you cocked your head.
Releasing a pant, he blinked slowly. “Fine… I… want to touch.”
Finding his nerves cute, you picked up his hands, set them on your hips, your own nerves present but far more dulled than Satoru’s. “It’s OK, you can touch. I want you to.”
He remained nervous - tentative - shaky hands reaching out to clutch your hips. All he could think about was how you slotted against him like you were made with the adjective perfect in mind, a miracle that someone landed in his orbit.
Laughing softly at his trepidation you leaned in closer, brushing your nose with his, then your lips grazed his, soft, barely even there and his breath hitched, mind gone.
Undeterred, you kissed him softly, lips slotting against his as he remained limp, content to let you use him but something lingered inside of him that wanted to pin you to the bed and kiss your lips right off. But he was too timid, too unexperienced, to let it out, too scared to let you down. His dream girl.
So, he let you kiss him, slowly gaining his own rhythm, mouth keen against yours even when in his mind this was him holding back.
A soft moan broke free of you, your hand lost in fluffy white tuffs, his lips now consuming yours, his back curved as he unconsciously leaned in deeper, hungry for more.
He had lost his mind, so irrevocably consumed in his need for you he was thinking one thing and acting astonishingly opposite. You were starting to become as fixated on him as he was you.
Coiling an arm around his neck, you urged him forwards, your tongue gliding over his as you did. A groan told you he craved it, your back meeting his sheets told you he longed for more and his lips told you this memory would live with him forever.
Straddling you, he gripped onto your waist, holding your body still as he committed every detail of this to memory: the plush of your lips, the softness of yours against his, the breathy pants and moans he felt pass from you to him, that pretty little body writhing for more beneath him.
All your quite nerd could think was he wanted more.
!squirting in front of Suguru and Satoru for the first time!
“S-Satrou!” You cry out squirming. Bucking your hips up as some sort of relief. As His big meaty cock stretches you out so sweetly. You just can’t seem to think straight.
Your natural reaction is to reach out to Suguru, who’s to your left. “Suguru” you cry out. Grasping his abs. “Shh, I know sweetheart” he coos in your ear.
The way the nickname rolls of his tongue is intoxicating. His big hand splays across yours. His thumb rubs circles across the back on your palm. “He can’t save you” Satoru laughs. A cocky grin fills his face at your pitiful attempt of escape.
He grabs your hips and slams them back down on the mattress. Holding you in place as his speed increases. “Ohhh fuck -ngh- take it like a good girl, yeah?” Satoru throws his head back. Lewd squelching fills the room.
You let out a sharp cry. Practically pawing Suguru. “Easy Satoru, you’re gonna break our poor girl” Suguru’s tone doesn’t match his body however. His cock in throbbing at the sight. A puffy leaking mess.
“Oh please, ple-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan. “Please what? Little slut doesn’t even know what she’s asking for” Satoru smiles, however his cruel words only make you wetter
You cum undone so easily. Body shaking as you soak Satoru’s thighs and the mattress. The room goes still. “Oh god, I-“ you cover your face embarrassed. You’ve never not heard a remark from at least one of them.
SMACK!
Satoru gives your thigh a big large smack. “Atta girl!” He shouts. Throwing his head back in some sort of a breathless laugh.
“Cmon squirt all over me to” Suguru tugs at your hands. Removing them from your face. Before you really respond you feel Satoru leaning in close grinding deep. “No way she owes me atleast two more!” Satoru snaps back “you’re hogging her how do you know she’s not tired of you” Suguru sneers. Trying to push Satoru out from in between your legs.
They’re fighting..?
Thinking about yandere!satoru who has his initials tattooed over your heart one night when you are drunk. In the morning when you find out about your (his) new customisation and freak out he is assuring you, soothing you and talking you through the aftercare for tattoos. And after your big freak out Satoru rings every tattoo removal business in Shibuya to make sure no one dares remove his branding from your skin.
