your boyfriend satoru is almost too big to fit 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ﮳﮳ᐢ) !
you’re on your back, legs spread wide, shaky breaths escaping your lips as satoru kneels between them. his cock is already slick with precum, a thick, heavy weight that rests against your stomach whenever he leans forward. you’ve done this before—enough times to know the ache that comes after, the way your body protests and craves him in equal measure. but tonight, something’s different.
“you okay?” he asks, voice low, teasing, but there’s a genuine edge to it. his thumb traces circles on your hip, grounding you.
“yeah,” you whisper, even though you’re not entirely sure. you reach down, fingers wrapping around his shaft. even half-hard, he’s massive—your hand can’t close around him, can’t even get halfway. your palm slides over velvety skin, feels the pulse kick under your touch. he hisses, hips twitching forward.
“gotta warn you, baby,” your boyfriend says, thumb pressing into your wetness, gathering some of the slick mess. “i’m not gonna be able to hold back tonight.”
you nod. a part of you wants this, wants to feel him split you open, wants that desperate, overwhelming fullness even if it hurts. you bring your other hand between your thighs, spread yourself open, show him how wet you already are, the way your hole flutters in anticipation.
“put it in,” you breathe.
satoru lines himself up, the fat head nudging against your entrance. it’s just the tip, and already you feel the stretch, the burn of being filled past what’s natural. he pushes, slow, inch by inch, and you gasp, back arching off the bed. your walls clench around him, trying to accommodate, but it’s too much. he’s too big.
“fuck,” he grunts, sweat beading on his brow. “you’re so tight. you’re fighting me.”
it hurts. it hurts so good. you can feel your inner muscles pulling against his girth, can feel the resistance, the way your body tries to deny him entry even as you beg for it. he stops when he’s about halfway in, breath ragged.
“i can’t—you’re not gonna take all of it,” he says, voice strained. “it won’t fit.”
“i don’t care,” you whimper, hands gripping his forearms. “just—please. i need it.”
he takes a breath, then pushes harder. you cry out as he forces another inch in, the pain sharp and bright, mixed with a pleasure that makes your toes curl. he’s buried deep now, but still not all the way. you can feel the empty space inside you, the part of him still outside, and it drives you crazy.
satoru starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, pulling out just enough to let your body adjust before pressing back in. each time, the stretch is remade, your cunt screaming in protest and welcome. your moans turn into a steady stream of incoherent pleas—faster, more, harder, please—and he obliges, picking up the pace.
but his cock is too big. no matter how much you want it, no matter how wet you get, you can’t take him fully. your body tells you in little spasms, in the way you clench and release without rhythm, in the tear tracks that streak your cheeks. he sees them, slows down.
“too much?” he asks, and his thumb wipes at your cheek.
“don’t stop,” you choke out. “don’t stop.”
so he doesn’t. he fucks you with everything he’s got, hips snapping against yours, the wet sound of your pussy taking what it can filling the room. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, the way he pulses inside you. your hands rake down his back, leaving red marks, and he growls, fucks you harder.
it’s not long before you come. the orgasm builds like a wave, cresting over you as he grinds against that spot inside you that makes your vision go white. your legs clamp around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you scream into his neck as you come undone, pussy clenching around him in violent pulsing waves.
but he doesn’t stop.
“s-satoru, wait, i’m still—” you gasp, overstimulated, sensitive, raw. the feeling of him still moving inside you after your orgasm is almost too much, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“i know,” he says, and he’s not cruel, but he’s relentless. “one more. just one more for me, baby. you can do it.”
you’re shaking, trembling, your thighs quivering as he thrusts. the overstimulation amplifies everything—the stretch, the friction, the fullness. every brush of his cock against your walls sends jolts of electricity through your nerves. you’re crying now, a mix of ecstasy and exhaustion, but you don’t tell him to stop. you can’t. you need this, need him to use you until you’re nothing but a sobbing, cum-drunk mess.
he watches you fall apart, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. his hand snakes down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, swollen and oversensitive. he rubs circles, light and fast, and you arch off the bed again, a broken moan tearing from your throat.
“that’s it,” he murmurs. “come on. give me another one.”
your second orgasm is less explosive but longer, a drawn-out, messy affair. your entire body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending lit up, as you cum around his too-big cock, still buried inside you, still moving. you feel his rhythm stutter, feel his heat spill inside you, deep and hot and endless. he groans your name as he cums, and the feeling of being filled by him, even though he never fit completely, is the final push you needed.
he pulls out gently, careful not to hurt you, and you both collapse on the wet sheets. his cock is still hard, still slick with your combined fluids, and you can see the way your entrance gapes, the redness, the evidence of what you’ve done. he kisses your forehead.
“you okay?” he asks again, softer this time.
you don’t have the breath to answer, so you just nod, curling into his chest. you feel the soreness already settling in, the dull ache that will bloom into something more tomorrow. but right now, you still feel him inside you, even though he’s not. that phantom fullness.
he’s still hard, pressing against your thigh. you can feel his breath quicken, and you know he’s not done yet. “one more,” he whispers, and the words are a command and a plea, all at once. “please. i need—again. i need you to take it again.”
you should say no. you should tell him you need a break, that your body can’t handle another round. but the way he looks at you, desperate and hungry, and the way your pussy still clenches around nothing, aches for him despite the pain—it overrides any sense.
“okay,” you whisper. “okay. but go slow.”
“i will,” he says, and he’s already positioning himself, already pressing the head of his cock against your overworked entrance. you hiss at the immediate stretch, the burn returning with a vengeance. he pushes in, inch by inch, and you can feel every fold of your cunt being forced open, made to accommodate him even though it never will.
your cries turn into sobs as he bottoms out—or rather, as he reaches the point where you can’t take any more. he strokes inside you, slow and deep, and the overstimulation is a living thing now, a fire that consumes you from the inside out. every nerve is screaming. your clit is so sore you can’t bear the thought of touch, yet when he reaches down and pinches it, you scream, a mix of agony and bliss.
your boyfriend fucks you like that, slow but punishing, milking your oversensitive body for all it’s worth. you’re a mess of tears and sweat and cum, legs trembling, hands fisting the sheets. he doesn’t stop until you’re choking on another orgasm, this one weak and painful, barely a shudder before you’re done.
he follows close behind, spilling into you again, his cum mixing with his own before it leaks out around his cock. he stays buried for a long moment, breathing hard, before pulling out. you’re left lying there, empty and shattered, your cunt fluttering, trying to hold onto something that’s too big to stay.
satoru collapses beside you, pulling you close. “that was—fuck.” he laughs, a low, exhausted sound. “you’re amazing.”
you can’t find the words, so you just press a kiss to his chest and let the slick, messy aftermath settle around you both, the ache of being stretched beyond your limit a warm, persistent throb that promises to haunt you for days.
Back aching, dragging swollen feet you pad across the living room towards your husband, satoru.
Approaching his slightly drowsy figure on the couch you call out his name. Slowly his sleepy gaze lifts and lights up at the sight of his 6 months pregnant wife.
“Hey…baby” his voice soft, gaze lingering at your swollen belly and the cute pout on your face.
“What’s wrong?” he questions standing up, hands automatically resting on your hips.
“Carry the baby for me” you huff out.
Satoru tilts his head amused at his wife’s command “I would honey, if I could I would turn into a male seahorse and carry all our children”.
You glare at him, too moody for his silly antics and proceed to turn around on your feet, his chest to your back.
“Give me your hands toru” and being the ever pleasing husband he is he abides.
Bending down you feel your husband in the crook of your neck watching you guide his hands under your belly.
Something clicks and he whispers “yes ma’am” as he lifts your belly gently with his large hands.
A sigh of content leaves your lips as the weight of the bump gets transferred to your husband momentarily.
After all carrying the strongest’s offspring is no easy task.
Satoru watches as you melt into his chest, snuggling into your neck and inhaling your scent.
“I wasn’t joking about the seahorse part” your chuckle vibrates against his chest, his heart beating faster as your warmth ruminates through him, your mood clearly elevated.
firefly; my first post ever! i’m so nervous posting my work hopefully i can improve my writing through this ❀ུ͏
you were not much of a talker. and you boyfriend suguru knew that. he understood that. and because of that, he learned that small actions were signals that you wanted something.
you would stare at something for way too long at the store and he knew you liked it. you wouldn't take your eyes off of it until he grabbed your attention. "you like it, baby", he would ask, his height towering over you and playing with your hair.
"yeah..."
"do you want it?", you only stare at him, not really wanting to say anything. you didn't want to be ungrateful. "it's okay I'll buy it for you", he flashed you a smile and gave you a small peck on the cheek before taking it off the shelf and paying for it.
when you want to cuddle, you would walk up to hin and grab his hand then lead him onto the bed or the couch. he would lay with you, your head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he's caressing your thigh and kissing the top of your heard occasionally whispering sweet nothings.
sometimes you just sit on his lap when you want attention while he's either working or playing video games. he smiles and presses a soft kiss on your lips as you make yourself comfy. "you're gonna have all my attention when i'm done, cutie"
suguru almost always catches you staring at his food whenever you're out to eat. your boyfriend's food just looks so much more scrumptious. you try to make it subtle but he sees it. he picks some up with his fork/spoon/chopsticks and places it near your mouth. "say ahhhh....", he says and you open your mouth taking a bite of his food. it really was delicious.
"it's really good", you say and he smiles.
"mhmmm... if you want we can eat together", he pushes his plate between the both of you. you just can't help but think how sweet he is.
you always help suguru relax after he comes back from work. completely exhausted and all suguru can think of is enjoying a nice dinner and bath then cuddling with you on your shared bed.
although he understands that you're too shy to express yourself to him at times, that doesn't mean he's not gonna tease you.
you walk up to suguru and tug on his sleeve. he knows that means that you want a kiss, but he's gonna act clueless, just because he can. "what's the matter sweatheart?", he asks a stupid smirk on his face.
"uhh...", you're trying to come up with words but nothing. so you just stare at him and tug at his sleeve again, hoping he got the message this time.
"sweetie, i'm not just gonna understand you if you don't talk", he plays with the ends of your hair and you feel lile combusting. why was he doing this to you?
you sat in silence again but nothing. realizing that he really wasn't gonna do anything, you breathe out and gather your words. "i-i....want a...kiss", you say quietly.
"what's that? i didn't hear you. speak up pretty...", your heart is beating more rapidly now and your cheeks are getting warmer. but he's not showing signs of mercy.
frustrated you let it all out. "i want a kiss, suguru", he chuckles.
"you could've just said so", he pulls you by your waist, placing one hand behind your neck and placing a soft but passionate kiss on your awaiting lips. he pulls you impossibly closer to you, deepening the kiss only letting go to take in a breathe before tasting your addictive lips again.
suguru pulls away, the both of you breatheless, his forehead on yours. "that wasn't so hard now was it?..."
jealous gojo who genuinely thinks he has zero reason to be jealous. he is the strongest sorcerer alive, annoyingly handsome, and painfully aware of both facts. whenever someone points out that he is clearly acting jealous, he just laughs it off like the whole concept is insane. but somehow, the exact moment when someone starts getting way too comfortable with you, he always happens to end up right there at your side. not because he is jealous, obviously. he just suddenly decided that specific spot was where he wanted to stand.
jealous gojo who catches the small details that everyone else misses. the way a stranger lets their eyes linger on you a bit too long. the way they lean in closer when you talk. the way your laugh makes people immediately want more of your attention. he never says a word about it initially. he just watches quietly from behind that blindfold, while acting like he could not care less. meanwhile, everyone around him can practically feel the irritation radiating off of him.
jealous gojo who becomes ten times more affectionate the second someone starts flirting with you. suddenly his arm is draped over your shoulders. his hand is resting on your waist. trying to pull you into his side every single chance he gets. he acts completely casual about it, too, like he does not realize exactly what he is doing. as if anyone actually buys that. especially when he starts pressing distracted kisses against your forehead while holding eye contact with the person trying to get your attention.
jealous gojo who absolutely cannot stand hearing you laugh harder at someone else's joke than his. he won't even bother hiding how offended he is. the moment it happens, he is already cutting into the conversation with some ridiculous comment meant solely to make you laugh again. and when it actually works, the smug look on his face is almost unbearable. he does not care about winning an argument, but for some reason, he cares deeply about staying your favorite person to laugh with.
jealous gojo who gets clingy without even realizing he is doing it. he starts following you around more. he sits closer than he usually does. he finds any excuse to touch your hand whenever he can. if you are standing somewhere, he will somehow end up right next to you. if you are sitting down, he will practically drape himself over you. it is not enough to be totally overwhelming, just enough to reassure himself that you are still there. that you are still his safe place at the end of a long day.
jealous gojo whose envy sometimes comes from a place that is much softer than just being possessive. because underneath all that confidence and the constant teasing, there are times when he wonders if anyone could ever truly understand him. moments when the quiet loneliness of being the strongest starts creeping back in. those are the days when his jealousy is not even directed at other people. it is directed at the fear that someone else might be able to make you happier than he can. he never says these things out loud, but they show in how he holds you tighter and stays longer whenever you touch him.
jealous gojo who completely melts when you reassure him without him even having to ask. when you are the one to reach for his hand first. when you instinctively move closer to him in a crowded room. when you smile at him from across a party like he is the only person in the room. every small gesture like that settles something restless inside his chest. every little reminder that you chose him makes his shoulders relax just a bit more.
jealous gojo who loves forehead kisses because they always seem to ground him. whenever he is feeling especially possessive or needy, he will pull you in and press a slow kiss against your forehead. then another one. and another. he pretends he is not just using them as an excuse to keep you close to him. he pretends he does not absolutely love the way you smile right after. he pretends he is not secretly addicted to every single bit of affection you give him.
jealous gojo who ends every jealous episode in the exact same way. curled up right next to you at the end of the night, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist while he rests his chin on top of your head. he mumbles complaints about people bothering you all day before immediately denying he was ever jealous in the first place. and when you laugh and call him out on it, he just presses one last kiss to your forehead and pulls you even closer, smiling against your skin because deep down, he knows there is nowhere else he would rather be than right there with you.
an: demo version was sm better and thanks to @6x-x9 for blooming this idea for me
♡ ⸝⸝ frat!gojo wants you to be his again ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ ft fetty wap on a jbl speaker
it was late. after studying, you had crawled into bed thirty minutes ago in hopes to catch some sleep. your final exam for bio was tomorrow and your anxiety was eating away at your stomach. the past half hour of tossing and turning was starting to get to you. you needed to get some sleep, and fast. you exhaled as a wave of drowsiness hit you. your eyes fluttered shut. finally, you thought. you snuggled in your blankets and began to drift off.
your window of sleep lasted all but five minutes. you woke up startled as you heard loud music blasting. the vibrations somehow made it through the walls. you rubbed your eyes and looked around in confusion. your roommate wasn’t in her bed, she was probably at her boyfriend’s. that’s when you realized the source of loud music was coming from outside your window.
crawling out of bed, you decided to investigate. you pulled back the curtains and looked down. to your demise, you saw your ex boyfriend, satoru gojo, standing outside your window holding up a JBL speaker. “again” by fetty wap blared from the large speaker.
“i want you to be mine again, bae-be!” satoru screeched, completely off tune. you winced and groaned softly, the sharp sound ringing in your ears. he cannot be serious. it was 2am and finals week, someone was bound to curse him out for causing a commotion this late.
“i know my lifestyle is driving you cray-zay…but i cannot see myself without you,” he continued. you were too tired to scream or shout, but you had to shut him up somehow. you opted for throwing his hoodie at him. you launched it at him with as much force as you could muster in your current state. it hit his chest, distracting him and making him lose his place in the song. he mumbled the lyrics before catching up.
“i go out of my way to please you, i go out of my way to see you!” he shouted. god, he didn’t know when to quit. that was the last of his things you had, you didn’t know what else to throw. scanning your room, you came up empty. guess you were going to have to be the one to cuss him out.
“shut up the fuck up! gosh!” you shouted at him. you still felt groggy, but you had to get him out of here.
he ignored your request and started to dance along. you rolled your eyes at his goofy little two step. he looked absolutely ridiculous, but didn’t seem to care at all.
“and i want you to be mine again, bae-by, i know my lifestyle is drivi—ow!” the dumbass yelped as he accidentally dropped the 30 pound speak on his head.
you snorted as he rubbed his head and fought back tears. a genuine laugh bubbled out of you at the sight. he glanced up at you once more and the idiot smiled.
“oh how i’ve missed hearing that sweet sound.” he beamed at you. a red bump was starting to form on his head where you assumed the speaker had hit him. what a lunatic.
you immediately frowned. “stop being corny and go home!” you whisper shouted. the music had finally stopped—satoru’s thick skull must have broken the speaker—so you were trying to be mindful of your volume.
“huh?? i can’t hear you speak up.” he put his hand to his ear and looked at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and whisper shouted again, slightly louder this time.
“go. home.”
it was his turn to frown. “what? no! i’m not leaving until you take me back. i promise, i won’t distract you from your studies anymore.”
you scoffed. “a boyfriend is a distraction by default, satoru. don’t be dense. go home, aren’t you tired?”
“tired of living without you, yeah,” he replied swiftly.
you scoffed. he was corny, yes, but the gesture was sweet. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he didn’t necessarily do anything wrong either, he had been your sweet little himbo of a boyfriend, always there for you when you needed him.
maybe it was the fact you were exhausted. maybe it was the rose colored glasses that you definitely had on because of his rom com esque gesture. maybe it was just what’s been hiding in your heart. whatever it was, you gestured for him to come up.
his cerulean eyes widened and he grinned from ear to ear. “really?!?”
“don’t make me regret it,” you grumped.
he scurried off the lawn, and headed up, leaving his speaker behind. when he got your door, he practically suffocated you with a bear hug. you hugged him back, relishing in his warmth.
“i missed you. i love you.” he whispered into your hair. you couldn’t help but smile at his confession.
“i missed you too ‘toru.” he kissed your cheek and moved to reach your lips, but you stopped him.
holding up your finger to his lips, you glared at him.
ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝓢uguru 𝓖eto loves a nerd .
frat!geto ; little bit suggestive, pretty sweet ! fluffiness. first post kinda nervous
wc : 496
suguru, who loves his little nerdy tutor. while he was known as the right-hand man of gojo, women left and right, and a reputation to sweettalk, but never stayed longer than a week.
until you, his quiet, standoffish, slightly rude girl.
suguru, who told all his friends that he would never stay with any girl, let alone a nerd. until one day, when he's swamped with assignments he's treated like the past few girls, glanced and discarded. until his professor suggested a tutor. at first, he was adamant. the woman-eater, cocky, smartass— and not in the good way— geto suguru, needing a tutor? what a certified women repellent.
until he laid eyes on you.
your pretty pink lips, the way you glared at him when he didn't pay attention, the soft sighs that would leave your lips whenever he said the incorrect answer. god, how he wished he could hear those sighs in an entirely different manner. you were just so.. perfect. such a perfect, pretty girl. and your clear disdain for him? it just made geto have to have you. and since then, he was done for.
he purposefully fails his tests, just for you to help him study and retake them. he would come to classes thirty minutes early, just to see you start preparing your desk; always in the back of class, so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone. he'd come by late night at your dorm under the premise he just needed to study, only to grumble walking back, finding out you were sleeping.
he teases like no other in the library, suggestive comments leaving his lips quicker than you can explain the human anatomy in a professional manner. his lips that soon press down to your hand, higher and higher until they meet your sweet, soft lips. he doesn't even complain about how you shove him away, call him unprofessional, threaten to tell your professor even though he knows you won't. but that's what he loves about you. the chase. and, of course, the sweet, sweet taste of his rewards— you. even if you avoid him all you'd like, cut down tutoring hours, shut in your room, do whatever it takes for him to get the hint and leave you alone. the flush on your cheeks tells him otherwise anytime he finally gets close.
sure, his friends tease. sure, gojo makes fun of how 'whipped' suguru is for a girl that wont even look his way. sure, his frat brothers complain as soon as your name leaves his lips, all of them knowing they'll have to hear the delusion in suguru's voice as he depicts a situation they all know he's sweetening up. and sure, maybe he gets a little tired, chasing and chasing, constantly pulling your leash and praying, one day, you'll pull his back.
but, suguru geto would be nothing if not persistent.
he'd always persist if it meant he'd have you, his pretty girl. his pretty nerd.
a/n : hi jellies , little cute drabble i guess haha okay bai!!!!!
mdni .ᐟ mean!jason, unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, fingering, dacryphilia, degrading...
jason hadn't fucked you right in weeks.
he'd been too busy with the usual, beating the shit out of thugs and taking down drug rings. you had been busy too, work and family and looking after your small apartment and whatever else. even distracted by all your work you still couldn't get away from the needy part of your brain.
the part that needed to get dicked down bad, needed it sweaty and whiny and leg shaking and back arching—
fuck you needed jason todd.
but being the sweet thing you were, you didn't want to bother your busy, brooding boyfriend.
then after a particularly slow day, jason decides to come home early, ordering the two of you take out while you worked away at your laptop. the night went slow and you both agree on treating yourselves to a drink.
or two— maybe three…
the pair of you are a little tipsy, drunk on beer and wine, but all it’s done is heighten your senses, and made you fully aware of your desires, so much so, that they pulsate at the back of your head like a persistent migraine. his hands are already on you, being all sweet like he always is before he fucks your brains out. you're so giddy, you're practically buzzing, shifting and squeezing your thighs together.
he sees the need behind your eyes and of course, he takes action…
“gonna let me inside, baby?”
it all happened so suddenly and now jasons got you face down, ass up. as he pushes you face first into the mattress, he presses his thick thumb against the tight, fluttering hole of your pussy.
you sink into your thighs and spread yourself wider for him, humming into your crossed arms. he watches your pussy spread further, and he can’t help himself, he has to slide his thumb deeper, teasing and slow.
he presses, just barely pushing the tip of his thumb into your wet hole, and you gasp, trying to chase the feeling by inching back against his fat palm, arching your back all pretty for him.
he laughs at you, it's mean and oozes that nasty condescending tone but god does it make you wet.
“look at your pretty pussy sucking my thumb in baby—"
jason pushes deeper, just slightly, enough to make you squirm with need.
"wish you could see what I’m seeing… so fuckin’ sexy.”
you hum, the words making you wetter – dripping over his thumb.
“been dreaming of fucking you right, gonna take you whenever I want.”
“okay, jay—” you whisper, so dizzy with lust that you’re not sure what you’re agreeing to, making him raise a brow, his lips curling up cruelly.
“yeah?” he asks, tone breathless and deep.
you nod into your crossed arms, and jason laughs again, “free use pussy,” he murmurs, then lightly smacks your sodden folds, causing you to flinch, bucking forward with a yelp.
“oh fuck—” you gasp out softly, eyes rolling back. heat ricochets through your crotch and pools your belly, before settling back in your aching, soaked pussy. once you manage to collect yourself – and it takes a second— you huff out a little whine.
“bein’ mean jay—”
jason snorts, grabbing your hips, then rams the underside of his cock against your pussy, grinning so big that his scars stretch,
“don’t know the half of it, babe—”
you sob, real tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. your desire is visceral and deep, enough for you to taste it on your tongue, enough to make you delirious. jason pulls back, and your slick coats the length of his dick, earning yourself another light smack to your cunt.
“soakin’ me,” he grunts, and you sob into the sheets.
“please,” you whisper, then,
"please, please, please—" and jason hears your breathing hitch.
his cruelty only persists and he chuckles, “crying again, baby?”
you sniff and wipe your eyes on your wrist, face heating with want.
“no,” you mumble all sweet and soft, and jason sighs, almost feeling bad for you.
he reads you like a book, always has.
always will.
“lying to me,” he grumbles with a furrowed brow, then he steers the thick head of his cock between your folds, whispering,
"do it again i dare you—” before bottoming out, roughly in one deep, stretching thrust. he feels you squeeze around him, tight and wet and warm.
Tim is a tired guy, he stays up late and sleeps a lot throughout the day. It's rare that you guys do anything at full capacity, he's always tired, hips rolling- basically humping like a dog- instead of actually thrusts. Which is fine but it just means that you're so unprepared for the fact that today he is well rested and eager and needy.
When he's actually moving in and out, hard and fast, you are so not ready. Nails digging into his shoulders while your back arches and you're jaw is all slack silent moans falling while you squirm.
"Look at that, good girl. You can take it, yeah? You got this." Tim reassures, cock grin on his face while he hitch your leg higher on his shoulder reaching so deep. Fingers shoved down your throat so you can suck on them, "keeps your jaw from cramping", He says when your lips close around the digits.
"You're clenching so tight, you act like you've never been fucked before." He mumbles, almost like he's talking to himself. Then his hand is reaching down to rub at your clit, and you're biting at the fingers in your mouth because he feels so good. He hisses but doesn't make any moves to pull them out while you cum, back arching off the bed while you try to pull him closer to you, arms around his shoulders. He leans down so you're chest to chest, rubbing your clit through the aftershocks while he withdraws his fingers- red and slick and bitten- and uses that hand to rub your thigh gently.
"Good girl, such a good girl for me, huh?" He whispers, kissing your face while he pulls out, using his hand to pump his cock until he cums, white ropes of it spilling onto your lower belly.
saw you’re making jason todd reqs can you write him with a reader who’s always sleepy and tired and jason’s just so gentle and takes care of her especially during yeah
safe and sound. ⨾ Jason Todd ¹⁸⁺
pairing: Jason Todd x reader
summary: You were always tired from the stress and life, good thing Jason knows you so well to please you even when you're sleepy.
tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, flufffff, established relationship, jason is a gentleman, soft sleepy sex, jason todd is a consent king, almost no dialogues, unprotected p in v sex, creampie.
wc: 1.7k words.
a/n: i am so sorry for only making this one now nonnie!!! i love the request so much i wanted to make a drabble but it turned out longer. also yes this made me wanna cry bcs i want him so bad.
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For how ferocious he looks and acts to others, somehow, Jason Todd is the most tender person you know.
Like when you had a restless night where sleep just won’t come, his deep and gravelly voice would be a balm to your heart and mind, lulling you to sleep in an instant as he talked about anything and everything—from a childhood story, to a cat he met during patrol last week.
Mornings were a ritual where he’d wake up first, already washing up, ready in the kitchen to brew some coffee for the day. He would never wake you up on purpose unless you prompt him the night before.
When you’re sick? It feels like his tenderness triples—no, it was times a hundred. He would fuss out of love. He’d cook your favorite soup, brew some tea with a hint of honey for your sore throat. He would never mind if you were dampening the sheets underneath you as you sweat the fever out when you sleep, immediately changing the soft cotton the moment you wake up so you won’t feel chafed.
Even when you’re needy—he’d know your cues. Your eyes would flicker with a certain kind of look, filled with craving and, most of all, love. Jason would immediately ask what you want, however you want it, even if it’s full-on rough or lazy and soft. anything, he’d be there to make it come true.
And you’re someone who was always halfway to sleep. During the day, even after a full night of slumber, it’s even worse when your job gets in the way of your rest. It’s not laziness, more of an exhaustion already set deep inside your bones after the long shifts and the late nights, and not to mention, well, life.
Jason always noticed, though. When your eyes would droop slower, or when your hums became softer—he’d be there to guide you to bed in an instant. arms wrapping your frame, fingers absentmindedly running along your back as your breath settled and deepened.
Again, Jason Todd is the infamous anti-hero, Red Hood. known to fight brutally, have no mercy, always so sharp and savage. But to you, he’s just… Jason.
Soft and gentle Jason.
just like tonight, where you came into his flat soaked—your hood, tired and soaked from Gotham’s rain, and dripping onto his welcome mat. body shivering to no end ever since you realized how you forgot to pack your pocket umbrella into your bag.
He was already there. Sharp features highlighted by the only warm lamp lighting the whole living room, his scars—proof of his years of vigilante work—gleaming under it. He looked up at the sound of the lock turning, his face immediately etched in worry as he saw your state.
He stood up, went to his bathroom to get a towel, and began taking care of you as if it were routine. He helped you out of your soaked jacket, untied your shoes, and undressed you before leading you onto the couch, where he’d gently pat your hair dry.
His presence was warm as he carefully slipped you into fresh clothes, kissing your cheeks and your forehead wordlessly—but you could feel how much he was saying through the things he did.
He sits close beside you after. thumb finding the back of your hand, brushing your knuckles like he was remembering each bump as he recalled his day. You’d nod off, body leaning towards his—chasing his comfort. He would make sure to adjust himself so you won’t feel uncomfortable too.
And then he sees it the moment your eyes flicker towards him for just a beat. Though hidden underneath the exhaustion, it was there—the desire, burning lowly in your eyes, just enough for it to make his stomach clench.
So he asked gently, fingers brushing your cheekbone. “wanna sleep or do you want me?”
You felt the knot in your heart unravel. relieved that Jason understood you so much to read you so precisely, and also asked the questions before you both started something. And you know that you can be honest with him. no matter the answer, he won’t be disappointed. If you say sleep, he would tuck you in and stay—but if you say him, he would make it his life goal to make you feel satisfied.
You answered with a soft “yes”, reaching out to him.
He took it as an invitation, slowly leading you into the bedroom—not rushing you once. He matched every movement, every rhythm of your breath, so attentive.
When he softly laid you down on the bed, he lowered himself over you. His fingers brushed along your cheeks once more, thumb mapping out your lips, before he kissed you, so softly it almost made all the worry—tiredness in you all disappear.
The thing is, sex with Jason when you’re sleepy is never loud, never rough, and performative. It would start quietly, with kisses that let you know he was there fully. The way his fingers moved would make you feel safe to just to let everything go.
He would carefully strip you out of your fresh pajamas, kissing every inch of your newly exposed skin. When you’re both naked, he’d watch you—study you as if it was the first time you shared this kind of intimacy.
the way your face flushed, your chest rising more than normal, lips parted in anticipation—yet your eyes were still half-lidded, both from the sleepiness and need.
You look vulnerable and trusting.
But he wasn’t the type to take advantage in that. With each motion, he’d uttered the words.
“Is this okay?”
“Tell me if you want me to slow down.”
“Squeeze my hand if it’s too much.”
His voice stays constant with tenderness because he knows that when you’re sleepy, your consent often comes in tiny gestures: nods, soft sighs, and words breathed out, a subtle but visible clench of your thighs—he has learned all of it.
So when you spread wide and prop your legs up on his hips, he knows that you’re fully ready.
He’d stroke his thick and hard cock gently to spread the precum from his tip—already there the moment he saw how much you needed him—before kissing you once more. His fingers skimming your ribs, down to your hipbones.
You let out a soft gasp as his swollen tip finally grazes your sensitive clit. walls fluttering immediately from the tiny sensation he gave.
“Ready?” he asked.
You nodded, and he finally served. The moan you let out was the loudest one tonight as he began stretching you open inch by inch. His lips stayed close against your face, where they would kiss the furrow in your brows when you feel the delicious burn simmering in your guts.
He also let out the most unraveling sound as his own body shuddered. a deep guttural groan against your neck when his cock was buried to the hilt. “You always feel so good, sweetheart…”
He settled his pace. deep and slow, not once rushing. He’d learn when to pull and push in again from the way your lips let out soft breaths and your walls clenching.
And again, he’d make sure you’re still in it. If your eyelids fall, he’d murmurs soft words until you lift your eyes to look at him again. If you drift mid-kiss, he’d brush his thumb along the slow pulse of your neck, grazing it to make you more alert.
“Feel me, okay? look at me…”
He said before kissing you. Your arms would wrap around him, chasing his peacefulness as if you can’t get enough of the feeling of his body on yours. moans grew louder as the coil inside you was pulled more and more with each gentle thrust of his hips against yours.
He felt it. the way your cunt would flutter around him more frequently, how your eyes would roll back, your back arching—closing the gap between you more and more.
You finally came with a soft surrender rather than an explosive passion. a soft yet echoing exhale that made your body tremble. a small, unguarded sound as your body jolts in pleasure. The arms around him tightened with every clamping flutter of your walls, clinging onto him like he was a lifeline.
And he followed closely. The way your cunt gripped his cock, making him lose his composure—ending in him spilling his milky seed inside you with a louder moan. His own body trembled with the overwhelming pressure—no matter how subtle it is compared to the more detonating sex you’ve had before.
He kissed you again softly, muttering even softer words of gratitude and affection. When he pulled out, he was on his feet instantly. running a washcloth under the sink in his bathroom, making sure it’s the perfect temperature. When he came back, he saw how you were practically half asleep.
He’d carefully clean the sticky mess between your thighs, the sweat that made your hair stick on your forehead, before planting a lingering kiss there as well.
Pulling a stray shirt he threw earlier, he’d gently straighten you up to pull it over your head. then a fresh pair of panties from the dresser, and also boxers for himself. No shirt though, he knew how much you enjoyed the feeling of his bare skin as you slept.
His hand carefully tucked you under the sheets afterward, making sure you felt no cold throughout the night, before following you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, cocooning you into the safety that is Jason.
You could only smile as you watched him, too exhausted to do anything else. but god, does he make you feel like you were the most cherished person in this world.
He’d murmured words like a lullaby. silly stories, gentle promises, I love yous. If you finally talk half-asleep about your worries or what happened throughout the day, he would listen—answering at the right times and without ever rushing you.
And with each day with him, you learn his roughness is an armor he wears for everyone else but you.
tags 18+ minors dni !! very self indulgent hehe … i’m so soft for him y’all don’t understand 🥹
his lips are cold at first. always cold, like he’s been pressing his mouth to the rim of a glass full of ice just to feel something. you’ve learned to expect it but it still makes you gasp every time, that first shock of chill against your warm mouth, and he loves it. you can feel him smile into the kiss, that infuriating curve of his lips that says got you.
he doesn’t rush. satoru gojo could move faster than light if he wanted to but he kisses you like the world outside doesn’t exist. his hands find your face first, always. long fingers spanning your jaw, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones in slow hypnotic circles. he tilts your head to the side and deepens the kiss, easing you into it, letting you feel every second of it. his bottom lip slots between yours and he just rests there for a moment, breathing you in.
then his tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking, always asking even though he knows the answer will be yes. you open for him and he hums into your mouth, pleased and low, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. he tastes like sugar and something sharper underneath, like the candy he definitely stole from your stash and the mint gum he chewed to cover it up. his tongue curls against yours lazy and thorough, exploring, and his teeth graze your bottom lip just hard enough to make your breath catch. he soothes it immediately with a soft sucking kiss that leaves your lip slick and tingling.
his mouth wanders. it’s a problem, actually, because he can’t stay in one place for long. he pulls back from your lips and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the bow of your upper lip, then the tiny crease where your smile would be if you weren’t so breathless. he kisses the tip of your nose, your cupid’s bow, your cheek. by the time he’s finished mapping your face your eyes are closed and your lips are parted.
he kisses your closed eyelids, left then right, feather-light. his lips brush your lashes and you feel them flutter against his mouth. he exhales a laugh and the air ghosts warm over your skin.
then he’s at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chin, then up the other side. he finds the spot just beneath your ear and latches on, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt. he kisses the shell of your ear, the delicate skin behind it, the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he breathes there, nose pressed to your skin. “you’re so warm,” he says, “smell so good.”
he kisses your throat. your collarbones. the hollow at the base of your neck where he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting against his mouth. he stays there for a long moment, just feeling it, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark and half-lidded and his lips are pink and kiss bitten and wet.
he kisses you on the mouth again, harder this time, less controlled. his composure slips and his hands drop from your face to your waist, your hips, pulling you flush against him. he kisses you like he’s starving, like the taste of you is the only thing that keeps him human. his tongue slides against yours and his teeth click against yours because he’s smiling again, he’s always smiling, even now. especially now.
his hands roam. up your sides, down your back, fingers splaying wide like he’s trying to touch all of you at once. they settle on your lower back and he presses you closer, impossibly closer, and he’s so warm now, all that cold burned away by the heat between you. he kisses the corner of your mouth again, your chin, the tip of your nose. a quick peck to your forehead. your left cheek. your right cheek. back to your lips.
he pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and you can feel his lashes brush your brow.
“hey.” he says, voice wrecked.
“hey.” you breathe back.
he kisses the bridge of your nose. “you’re my favorite.”
you roll your eyes but you’re smiling, he can feel it.
i love.. i love her..? (chest pains by malcolm todd)
gojo realizes that he’s in love with you.
it’s my birthday hueheuehe
gojo satoru who never really grasped what the word ‘love’ is. he never had time for it, it never caught his attention either. but what caught his attention, is you.
gojo satoru who unknowingly fell for you at first sight, so he decided to stick to you in every single place you go. training grounds? he’s there. a convenience store? what a coincidence, he’s also hungry! yaga’s office? he was JUST about to hand over his report from his really tough mission! buying some desserts? now it’s his treat, he has to be a gentleman, right?
gojo satoru who doesn’t give a damn when he gets weird looks from shoko and geto for openly staring at you.
“what? i like the view.”
“you mean.. y/n?” shoko deadpans.
“yep.”
“..simp.” geto whispers, but gojo just rolls his eyes, shooing the two away. despite that, he doesn’t take his eyes off you while doing so.
“how perfect,” he sighs into his palm. you were struggling to swat a fly.
gojo satoru who never thought that he treats you wayy differently. sure, he pays for your food all the time. sure, he buys every single craving you speak of. sure, his eyes soften every time the both of you talk. sure, he carries everything for you. and sureee, he always talks about you. but! it’s just a really good friendship though.
gojo satoru who feels his chest hurting whenever he sees you laugh with someone else. he thought it would fade. it never did.
gojo satoru who feels overwhelmed and lonely, not knowing where to go he comes to you, and lays his head on your lap.
“why are you here again?”
“dunno.” he mumbles, burying his head in your lap with a content sigh.
gojo satoru who’s jaw drops once geto tells him that it’s not normal to do those things for just a friend.
“what do you mean?”
“i mean, those are the things you do when you like someone.” geto sighs, explaining something about emotions to gojo is a huge challenge.
“well yeah, i like y/n. so obviously, i’ll do everything i can for her.” gojo scoffs as if he’s stating the obvious.
geto facepalms, and before he walks away from gojo’s stupidity: “you’re in love. that’s all i’m telling you.”
gojo satoru who stands there, processing geto’s words. “i love.. i love her..?” he blinks a few times, his brain running through all his memories with you.
gojo satoru who realizes that he is in love with you! in fact, he’s been in love with you this whole time.
gojo satoru who barges in your dorm, unable to deny what he feels. he knows he could hide it (he can’t), he could just brush everything off as always, he wishes he could lie. but he can’t, never to you.
gojo satoru who says your name as he approaches you who’s curled up in your bed, doomscrolling.
“yeah?” you look up from your phone, your pretty face illuminated by its light.
gojo satoru who immediately forgets what he’s supposed to say and just blurts out, “i think you’re perfect. i’ve been in love with you ever since we first met. i can’t stand the thought of someone taking something precious away from me, which is you. i love you. i love you so much. please give me the chance to court you, to win you over, and if possible.. be your boyfriend.”
gojo satoru who’s now kneeling on the side of your bed as you stare at him in shock, your face heating up so much that it could proxy as the sun.
gono satoru who feels the heat of your face radiating close to him, and despite the embarrassing (in his words) confession he just did, he smirks slyly. “cat got your tongue?”
gojo satoru who’s last words were “i know my looks and love confession are too much for you to take in—” before (almost) getting hit by your pillow.
gojo satoru who catches the pillow effortlessly and buries his face on it, inhaling your scent like an addict.
“creep.”
“y/n, you put my head on your lap just now.” he teases, then gets smacked by you.
gojo satoru who turns serious once you start talking about how you thought he never felt the same since you heard him talk to geto and shoko on how he’s just treating you like any friend would.
gojo satoru who’s eyes soften, he stands then sits beside you. “i just never realized what i felt, stupid. wait no—i’m stupid. i’m sorry, y/n. now you know, at least! sooo what do you say?”
gojo satoru who panics when you don’t say anything so he starts begging, until you burst out laughing. you cup his face and gently press your lips on his.
“you’re so easy to tease,” you murmur, your breath fanning against his lips.
gojo satoru who lets out a whine and wraps his arms around you. “better be grateful that i love you,” he huffs, burying his face on the crook of your neck. “i am.”
gojo satoru who lets out a sigh of relief as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
Boyfriend!Gojo who will always be the first one to suggest wearing matching outfits.
For one, he can buy any you like and as many as you'd like. It being from a suit and dress to pyjama bottoms and t-shirts.
You had mentioned it once before, the matching, fluffy, cute as hell hello kitty ones, a white and blue pair of fuzzy pants and black shirts.
Guess what he had laid on the bed the next evening.
After brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed you came out to see the exact set, in your size in the color you wanted right on your side.
Before you could get excited about them-
"Does it look good on me?"
That teasing tone and a chuckle right after it.
Boyfriend!Gojo who was wearing his part of the set already, a hand sliding under the loose t-shirt to rub a large palm across his toned abdomen, a white strip trailing downnnn and disappearing into the fuzzy fabric.
Boyfriend!Gojo who wasn't wearing any boxers underneath the blue hello kitty pants. Id say a good… z tier (hard) cock print was staring right up at you. Didn't help that a small wet splotch of precum was already making itself known.
Guess who got their dick sucked dry that night.
Boyfriend!Gojo
Boyfriend!Gojo who always held the door open for you, never letting you step out of the car without being there to give you his hand.
Boyfriend!Gojo who loved it when you clung to him in public, not being ashamed of some PDA. If you held his bicep, he made sure to flex it.
Boyfriend!Gojo who knew what you needed before you even did.
A sweet little treat with your coffee? There.
Some hair in your face or mouth you hadn't even realised was there? Fixed with a sweet caress.
After coming home from a tiring day and being pulled down on the couch and getting eaten out? Without a thought.
Boyfriend!Gojo who, speaking of eating out your cunt, was so good at it that it made his dick jealous- twitching and leaking while not being able to get inside that deliciously tight warmth his own tongue was occupying.
Boyfriend!Gojo who maybe was a bit too addicted to the taste of you after a long day.
Close to "home in three days, don't wash" level of obsessed.
Boyfriend!Gojo who gathered you up in his strong arms at any given chance, either carrying you or cuddling you like some oversized teddy bear he couldn't live without.
Boyfriend!Gojo who sent you pictures every day. No matter what you were doing that day or how many people were around.
Never a warning, never a spoiler.
A big fat dick dropped into your dms.
Shameless, i say.
But he loved making you flustered.
Yoon's notes: h..h..hey guys... a light lil hc i hope my blog doesnt get taken down for using tags lmao
