On this page I’d go by 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓎 ℒ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 , I’m 18+, and I write about men pounding puhh cos that’s apparently my life purpose ❤️🩹🫰
I mainly write for female readers, because girls deserve to be the main character and that’s what I’ve always been comfortable with.
I don’t write a lot though I only write one shots here and there whenever I’m bored. I mostly use my page to hype other creators and writers up and occasionally provide some of my own sloppy pieces of work.
𝐓ɦ𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌 𝚰 ᥣ𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍ⱺ ω𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾.✦ ݁˖
- JJK character x female reader
- Any characters from other fandoms / animes (please feel free to give any suggestions)
- Fluff🪷
- Angst 🥀
- Smut 🤑
𝐔ρ𝖼ⱺꭑ𝗂𐓣𝗀 ρᥣα𐓣𝗌✦ ݁˖
Currently I’m planning on writing some Fratkuna and PlugChoso one shots but please fellow free to lemme know if there’s anything else you’d like to see 😉.
𝐓ɦ𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌 𝚰 ωⱺ𐓣’𝗍 ω𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾✦ ݁˖
There are certain topics and themes I’m not comfortable writing, and I will always prioritise my boundaries.
If something makes me uneasy or goes against my values, I simply won’t write it. No debates, no exceptions.
This is a safe space for creativity, not discomfort.
These things include:
- Smut stuff: piss, scat, feet, beastiality, any kinks that I’m not comfortable with
- Anything too dark: pedophilia, incest, age play etc
- Anything I deem uncomfortable (please feel free to ask me if you’re uncertain)
𝐏ⱺ𝗌𝗍𝗂𐓣𝗀 α𐓣ᑯ 𝗌υρρⱺ𝗋𝗍 ✦ ݁˖
I’m writing for fun, not as a chore. So I won’t be super consistent, but I will try my best to post regularly.
I’m still very new to this, so kind support and gentle critique are always appreciated. I genuinely want to improve 🥹
Any suggestions? Drop them! I’ll always consider them and try my best to accommodate what you guys want to see.
𝐅𝗂𐓣αᥣ ꭑ𝖾𝗌𝗌α𝗀𝖾 ✦ ݁˖
No hate. No disrespect. No weird stuff.
We’re here to simp, scream, cry over fictional men, and have a good time.
If you’re kind, supportive, and a little bit delusional — you’re in the right place!!!
Obviously in the future this will be updated to accommodate the current changes and if you have any tips or suggestions to improve my about me page feel free to free to drop them
a/n: i need ,,, this sry ovulation turned me into a cumslut 😣
“fuuuck babygirl.” katsuki holds your hair back. “just like that.. yeah..” his hips jerk up a little.
you’ve been sucking on him for a while now, he’s already cum but neither of you care, you want to keep sucking and he wants to keep cumming. you’re sloppy with it right now, spit and cum all over your lips as you press open mouth kisses down his shaft, staring up at him with nothing short of love and adoration. you swirl your tongue around his tip and swallow him back down.
“shit.” he groans.
the front door opens and his roommates walk in, denki lets out a groan that turns into a whine, sero pushes past him to get a better view and kiri pushes the three of them in so he can close the door. katsuki adjusts his hips, making you gag but you keep going unfazed.
“got an audience baby.” katsuki lets out a breathy chuckle.
“damn.” sero walks over to the couch to take in the side view. “swallowing you down real good.”
“she’s so good.” katsuki pats your cheek. “been at it for thirty minutes.”
“‘s yummy.” you murmur against his dick, blinking up at him. “more.” you whine, pumping him quickly, letting your mouth fall open, tongue lapping at his tip.
“fuckfuckfuuuuck.” thick ropes coat your tongue and mouth.
“damn that’s hot.” sero groans.
“i came.” denki pants.
“i wanna cum.” kiri’s voice cracks.
you glance at katsuki and he lets out a little laugh and nods, putting himself back in his sweats. you turn to kiri and reach up to the waistband of his shorts.
“whoa uh..? you sure?” he looks to you and katsuki.
“she wants to keep going and i’m spent.” katsuki shrugs, leaning back on the couch.
when you tug kiri’s shorts down you whine at how big he is, licking your lips still coated with cum before you wrap your fingers around him. you lick a slow stripe up from his base all the way to his tip, thighs squishing together when he moans. you suck his tip into your mouth, whining at his taste.
“she feel good, ei?” katsuki gives him a lazy grin.
“she’s fucking perfect.”
you hum at the praise and take him to the back of your throat. denki and sero collapse on the couch, pulling themselves out of their pants and start jerking in time with your movements on kirishima. you’re in heaven surrounded by all of them with their dicks out, mouth watering even more at the thought of them cumming and letting you lick their hands clean.
kiri fucks into your mouth, praising you the whole time as you gag and stare up at him. his stomach is flexing and coiling with pleasure, he wants to hold off but you’re too good. you whimper feeling him twitch in your mouth and move faster, nails digging into the back of his thighs and he fills your throat. you swallow down everything and pull off with a gasp and a crooked smile.
“they made a mess over here, babygirl. wanna clean em up?” katsuki tilts his head at you.
“mhmm.” you crawl over to the couch.
you lick at sero’s hand and cock, slurping down all of his cum before making your way over to denki. denki twitches back to life when you lick his dick, ready to cum for a third time already and all it takes is a swirl of your tongue around his tip and he’s coating your lips.
“that’s enough baby, c’mere.” katsuki tugs softly on your hair.
“need more.” you pant.
“c’mon.” he scoops you up and carries to off to his room ignoring his roommate’s as they call after you.
bully!gojo invited you over to study, but now he’s eating you out from under the desk……
you have a maths sheet in front of you, homework due for the next class, but all you can focus on is his mouth on you.
his hands hold the outsides of your hips, keeping you close to him as he works his tongue around your pussy. his eyes are closed, too focused on the work at hand to be distracted.
no matter how many times he does it, you just can’t get use to how good he is with his tongue. he sucks on and works up your clit without any fuss or struggle, as though he was made to be in between your legs.
you smother your mouth with your hand when you feel yourself growing closer, trying to silence your desperate moans and whimpers. with gojo’s parents downstairs, you don’t want to earn yourself any sort of reputation, so you do your best to stay quiet.
gojo notices how you begin to squirm against him, and so he pulls you more firmly against him. you do the best you can to try and not thrust against his mouth, forced to take the pleasure he gives you.
you muffle your sounds as your orgasm draws nearer, eyes rolling back as he finally sends you over the edge. your sweaty body twitches and shivers, your pussy wet and warm.
you’re still coming down from the high when gojo comes up from under the desk with a wide smile on his face. he wipes his face before speaking.
“gosh, you look practically braindead. c’mon, on the floor. it’s my turn.”
keishin ukai finds a cure to his nicotine addiction /swf
keishin who comes back one day after practice with the karasuno kids only to find a stranger in his store. not a costumer, no— a girl, happily restocking shelves under his mother’s watchful gaze.
what. the fuck.
as soon as he walks in, his mother sees the million questions in his eyes, and immediately pulls him to the side to prevent him saying something mean. he’s got to admit, she knows him too well.
“she said she just moved into town, and she’s so so lovely, keishin,” she murmured reassuringly. “so put away that grumpy face and be nice, okay?”
he was going to drop it when he was sure you weren’t a threat. so until then, he would test you.
he’s never mean, per se, but he does load up on his teasing, making sure he points out when you leave even a speck of dust on a surface, or put a product in the wrong spot (it was empty, and you had no idea what was supposed to go there. keishin didn’t tell you).
one day you’re going to break, he’s so sure of it— but you never do. you greet him with a wide smile even in the early morning, watering the plants out front that he forgot to water the night before. you don’t bother him unless it’s strictly necessary, and listen intently when he purposefully gives you a half-assed answer.
you…really are nice. too nice. in a way that keishin isn’t exactly ready to come to terms with just yet. but he does loosen up eventually, even if just a little, just enough to start getting flustered by you.
it feels like the situation is slipping out of his control. he shouldn’t feel his cheeks warm up when he sees you in that floral dress you’ve worn numerous times already, shouldn’t feel an irrationally angry twist in his gut when you laugh at a joke one of the karasuno kids makes as they chat outside the store after practice.
in keishin’s mind, the only logical way to deal with this was to make you flustered. totally not because he developed a disgustingly huge crush on you.
you notice the change in his attitude, his tone shifting from condescending to teasing, how he becomes significantly more talkative. was he always such a show-off?
you don’t mind, of course, because you were no stranger to keishin’s charm, even if he was a bit…odd. but you were happy he’d warmed up to you anyway, even if you didn’t really know the reason.
“watch the front for me, i’ll be back in five.”
you halt mid-action through dusting a shelf to look over your shoulder. “smoking again, keishin? it’s only eleven.”
he turns to look at you, a cigarette already dangling between his lips. you narrow your eyes at him. “how many have you smoked already?” you ask, your tone mildly accusatory. “only the ones since opening the store? or since i woke up this morning?”
you can only sigh, shaking your head as you go back to your chore. “i know it’s not my place to talk, and i’m sure you’ve heard this many times before, but i think there’s plenty other things that are better than a cig—”
“yeah? like what?”
you gasp, heart leaping out of your chest as he’s suddenly standing behind you, chocolate eyes peering down at you as he cocks his head. “well, for one, not give me a heart attack!” you squeak, hitting his apron-covered chest with the cloth you were using.
he chuckles, and your heart does another kind of leap when his fingers wrap around your wrist, keeping your hand on him. “i think i have a better one,” is all he whispers before closing the distance between your lips.
it’s nothing grand, just a peck that lasts long enough to leave you dazed, eyes wide like saucers when he pulls back, sporting the most unfairly handsome shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.
“i won’t go out for a smoke, but only if i can do this instead. that okay with you?”
you’re still a bit stunned, but manage to nod your head. “y-yeah…totally cool for me,” you say a bit out of breath.
if you were going to react like that every time, quitting cigarettes was going to be easy as pie for him.
┊┊a/n. i was held at gunpoint by @jeanmarcosno1 to write this i am scared. never wrote for hq be nice.
ა ˙˖ in which → you have car sex with your biggest op, satoru gojo
frat!jo 𝓍 fem!reader
Everyone knows you hate fraternities, especially Theta Phi and it's president, Satoru Gojo
It was a given. The sky is blue, grass is green and according to you, fraternities are the root of all evil.
Which is why when you started fucking Gojo, it was under the condition that this was strictly between the two of you and you'd ruin his life if he told anyone about this.. arrangement.
Here's what not even your closest friends know about you: you had a very high libido and none of the men you were interested in had been capable of keeping up. you tried sleeping with athletes but even they didn't have the stamina to go for more than two rounds and while your vibrators always helped you, you had grown sexually frustrated and needed more.
You started snapping over the tiniest things, losing sleep and even daydreaming during lectures about getting fucked.
This.. arrangement started when you had been assigned to work on a project with Gojo, the arrogant white haired manchild you hated since the first day of uni. Now you were stuck with him for two months, working on a project he cared little about since he was too busy trying to charm his way into not just your pants, but your heart.
As if!
"Fuck, just like that, princesss. Come on, I know you can go faster." Gojo chuckles and grabs onto your hips, spreading his legs wider as he starts bouncing you on his cock so hard that the car is rocking back and forth, windows fogging up as he lifts his hips to pound into you.
You should be working on this project that was due in a few weeks, but instead you let Gojo drag you to the backseat of his car with the promise that this would be quick, something to clear your minds so you could focus on your work without any distractions.
Yet here you were four rounds later with cum dripping down your thighs from his previous loads that started to seep from the condom, body shaking as you neared your fourth orgasm.
"Screw you asshole, how about you get on top you lazy bast- oh!" Gojo lifts you off his cock and flips you onto your knees, awkwardly moving within the limited space until he’s behind you and lining his cock up with your entrance.
"You're so fucking mean to me, I love it." Gojo leans over your body to suck on your neck, one hand holding onto your hip while the other grips the back of the seat as he pushes into you.
"You d-deserve it." You push back against him as he pushes forward, meeting him halfway until he's balls deep inside of you, your cunt hungrily squeezing him for more, eyes rolling back when he starts to slowly move his hips.
You hadn't meant for this to go on for as long as it has. You had been frustrated after a shift at work, then you walked in on your roommate getting her back blown out, and when you went to meet Gojo for a quick study session at the library, it was closed and he smirked and told you his place was around the corner.
You reluctantly got into his car, arms folded across your chest as you stared out the window the entire way there, ignoring his flirtatious comments. It had frustrated you to no end, so who could really blame you when you started drooling after he offered to help you with your little issue?
It was supposed to be a one time thing, a quick solution to your "problem" until you could find someone more permanent, someone you didn't despise.
Only Gojo had matched your freak perfectly, going six rounds your first time and only taking a break once. You didn't want it to be him, did everything to convince yourself that he was actually terrible in bed but your vibrators had turned stale after that night, your mind constantly drifting to how hard Gojo made you cum on his dick and on his tongue.
He was just too good.
You arch your back so he can hit deeper, hands tightly gripping the leather head rest to steady yourself, skirt yanked above your waist, bra and shirt long discarded on the car floor.
You cry out when he hits a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, head spinning from how deep he was fucking you.
Gojo groans and leans forward, grabbing your chin to turn your head toward his, pink lips slamming against yours. The kiss is careless, his tongue fighting yours, you angrily biting his lip because you hate yourself for letting him fuck you when you swore up and down you’d never get involved with a fratboy.
Gojo didn’t care, savoring the taste of his blood mixing with the spit you both traded.
When he pulls away, your brows furrow from the way he's staring at you, white hair falling into his face, lips slightly busted from your bite, a foreign feeling twirling in your belly. This was just sex, you wanted nothing more from him so why was he staring at you like he wanted to tell you something that would ruin your current agreement?
"Look at you.” He whispers too softly. “Letting me fuck you like a slut in my car. Anyone could walk by, you know? See how good I fuck you, how well you take me. You want that?"
When you try to turn your head, he tightens his grip on your jaw and smirks, slamming into you as he thrusts grow sloppy. The sound of your wet pussy squelching filling the car has him dizzy with need.
"You don't have to answer, your moans are telling me enough." He kisses you one more time before letting you go and pulling back.
You don't have a chance to dwell on what he was implying before he was gripping your hips and pounding into you at a pace that had you crying out as the coil in your belly tightens, your puffy walls gripping around Gojo's cock.
"M'gonna cum again!" You whined as his tip hit your cervix perfectly, fat tears escaping your eyes while your mouth dropped open in a silent cry.
You try to fuck him back, really you do but your legs are noodles at this point and the only thing keeping you up was Gojo's steady hands on your hips, euphoria coursing through your body and making your head dizzy with need.
“Come on, princess. Give me another one, yeah? You can do it, such a good girl f’me.”
You hate him so much, hate that he knows exactly what to say to push you over the edge, that he was way too in-tune with your body as if he had been created to please you.
Gojo pulls you up against his chest and you let your head fall on his shoulder. He wraps one arm around your waist and squeezes you flush against him, his other hand moving around your body until he’s rubbing circles on your clit and you’re lazily bucking back against him.
“Feels so good Toru, haah, don’t stop!”
The car reeked of sex, windows blurred from the breathy moans falling from yours and Gojo’s mouths as you both rock into each other. Anyone walking by would know what was happening inside. You thanked god it was late and the parking lot had been empty.
“Really? Thought you hated me, pretty girl. Who knew- fuck, who knew you had such loose morals?” He laughs in your ear, hand pushing on your back to arch it even further while he split you on his cock.
“F-fuck you, oh im close!”
Gojo laughs and places a kiss on the side of your head that lingers longer than it should before pushing you back down to get a better angle and his next slam sends you over the edge, your orgasm tearing through your soul as you squirt all over his seats and cry out his name.
This was better than porn.
Gojo doesn’t laugh this time, doesn’t make any snide comments because he can barely breathe with the way your cunt is pulsing around his cock, your juices dripping down his thighs and he thinks he’s going crazy because he’s never had pussy this good.
The fact that you hated him made this even better for some reason, motivated him to fuck you until you finally admitted that this was more than just casual sex. That he wasn’t delusional in thinking this could be something deeper.
He squeezes your hips tighter, pushing as deep as he can as he pumps his third load into the condom, eyes rolling back and a strangled groan escaping his lips as thick hot cum drips from the latex and into your warm pussy.
Gojo can feel it slipping it off, can feel your heat and gummy walls on his half free cock and it has him feral as he picks up his pace and fucks another load into you, his balls tightening and pulsing because you had never felt this good.
“Shit, princess. You’re so fucking wet, so good, s-so perfect.” He drops against your back, still holding you up as his hips stutter and slow, pushing the last of his orgasm out while you both catch your breath.
He stays there for a moment, his face tucked into the crook of your neck, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as you both come down from your high. You can feel his cum leaking from you and down your thighs and you hate how it awakens something primal inside of you. And when the thought to push it back in had formed, you blamed it on your disheveled state.
In any other instance you would have pushed him off you already, huffing that it was only sex and would never happen again even though you both knew that was a lie.
Something about Gojo had you coming back for seconds and thirds. Every fuck session was somehow better than the last, making you forget that this was supposed to be a one time thing, something to hold you over until you found a more suitable partner.
Only you were starting to realize Gojo might be the best you ever had. It made you hate him more.
You gasp when he slowly pulls out, pussy overstimulated and swollen from the multiple rounds you went in the span of an hour. Both of you sitting on the cushion, one of your arms draped across the seat, Gojo’s throw over his eyes.
You sneak a look at him, heart thumping at how attractive he looked. His hair was all over the place, cheeks red from exhaustion, and his pants and boxers were still halfway down, cock still free and housing a half on condom. Your skin tingles at the sight of his abdomen and white pubes wet with your release.
He looked as fucked out as you felt.
Not one for awkward silence, you lift your hips to pull your panties back up and your skirt down, stretching your body to reach into the front seat for your shirt, ass in the air and you almost have it, your finger literally grazes the blue fabric before Gojo grabs you and pulls you down.
“Gojo! Oh my god, let go you freak.” You’re fuming, trying your best to wiggle out his grip but he just tightens his arms around your stomach, pulling you against him and lowering his head onto your back, littering it in soft kisses that burn through your skin.
"Go on a date with me. Please?"
This again. You told him multiple times before that this was simply sex, two college students helping each other out and nothing more. No feelings outside of helping the other get off. His stubbornness would only hurt him in the end.
"God no, I don't date frat boys."
"What if I left?"
You freeze against him, a lump forming in your chest. "Aren't you the president? You can't just leave."
What a cruel joke. Not that you wanted him anyways but even if you did, Gojo would never leave his fraternity. Certainly not for you. You two weren’t lovers, weren’t friends and we’re barely acquaintances given the fact that he was your number one op.
You remembered the time in sophomore year when he publicly called you an uptight bitch because you told him his party sucked. You lived different lives, it could never work. He would never change and you would never see him as more than a quick fuck and your unfortunate project buddy that you’d go back to ignoring once this was over.
"I can do whatever I want sweetheart, did you forget my last name?" He lifts his head and kisses your shoulder this time, goosebumps forming on your arms. Of course, he always tried to fix everything with money and status, which is another reason why you hated him.
You sit there quietly, lost in your thoughts.
You couldn’t seriously be with someone like Gojo, right? He was brash, had an ego out of this world and was a bratty nepo baby that flirted with anyone with a hole.
"So?" he asks, hopeful. HIs fingers gently dig into your belly to keep you from moving away, one hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your head back to him.
"So?" You repeat, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you lose yourself in his eyes.
For all of his.. lack of good qualities, he never failed in the facial department. Perhaps that was another reason you disliked him, because no matter how many insults you can throw his way, ugly wasn’t one of them.
Satoru Gojo was sculpted by the Gods themselves, which was unfortunate, because no one with a face like that should have a personality so catastrophically irritating. You can’t help but to let your eyes. traitorous things that they were, linger.
He notices because of course he does, and the smile that spreads across his face lacks any of his usual arrogance and for a second you imagined what life as his girlfriend could be like.
The thought came uninvited, images of him giving you sleepy morning kisses nad taking you on dates vivid enough to make your stomach twist.
Absolutely not.
Satoru Gojo was many things: powerful, insufferable, unbearably handsome, but he was not boyfriend material.
"Will you go on a date with me if I leave the frat?"
"No."
You answer too fast and Gojo is once again left heartbroken as you pull away to finish dressing yourself, refusing to spare him another look. He could understand why you hated him, but if you would just give him a chance to prove he could be different, he knew he wouldn’t disappoint you.
He would just have to keep trying, keep working for your favor because he would make you his if it was the last thing he did. He was competitive to his core and that wouldn’t waver just because he had finally met his match.
On the contrary, it only motivated him more. He saw the way you looked at him, how you were starting to let him touch you longer than you would have when this first started.
He was slowly breaking your walls down and it was only a matter of time before he made you his.
❦ lisa's note: this will be a series! I'll post the masterlist for it soon but lemme know if you wanna be tagged! 😋
katsuki just stepped foot through the door, hero suit still on and you’re already on him, kissing his cheeks, corners of his mouth, his neck, anywhere before you sink down to the ground. he grumbles at you, leaning against the door as you tug his pants down, pumping him to life before you bring his tip to your mouth.
“just got home and you already got my cock down your throat.” he clicks his tongue at you.
you ignore him and keep sucking, loving the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, he’s so warm, tastes so good, everything you were missing all day. you scoot closer and accidentally slide against his boot and moan around him. he taps his boot and your mind short circuits. you start grinding against his boot, gasping around him at the friction.
“should see yourself.” he buries a hand in your hair. “needy little cockslut humping against my boot.” he guides you back to his dick.
you swallow him back down, gagging and looking up at him with hearts in your eye as he starts to fuck your face. you hump against his boot faster, chasing the pleasure building in your tummy and moaning wildly around him as spit bubbles and dribbles out of the corners of your mouth.
he’s fucking your face fast and mean, little stars start to form in your vision and you get lightheaded but you’re just in heaven looking up at him and giving him everything. your hips are desperately rolling against his and all it takes is a couple taps of his boot and mean words and you’re cumming hard and messy all over his hero boots.
“fuck you’re nasty.” he pants, slamming to the back of your throat and coating it with his cum and a low groan. he pulls out and looks down at you gasping for air and holding onto his thighs. “c’mon, not done with you.”
gojo wants you dumb on his dick and that’s the truth.
“yeah, that’s it.” he says with his cock pounding in and out of you. your pussy makes a lewd squelch with every thrust, your hot liquids dripping all over him.
you lay on the bed of his massive room, his navy silk sheets sliding around beneath you while you let out incoherent whimpers.
“fuck, that feel good baby? yeah it does, always. you looove this cock.” he finishes that sentence with a hard thrust, causing you to whine out.
“tor-, ngh, toru, ahhh-“
“what’s that?” thrust. “i can’t hear you sweetheart.”
“gonna, mm, gonna c-cum.” you say, almost pleading with need. your body twitches prematurely as your eyes roll back, completely pornographic.
“are you sure? i don’t know hun, i think it might be too much for you.” gojo teases, his bright blue eyes focusing devilishly on you. he wraps his arms around your waist, arching your back and bringing you closer to his cock.
“please! i’ll, i’ll be gooood.” you whine, before your begging turns into sputtering nonsense. gojo feels how your pussy clamps down on his dick, a sign of your closeness.
“ahh, ple, please, toru, mmph, oh god-“
“god, yeah that’s right. come on, cum on this cock. let it go.”
you practically squeal as you orgasm, your body squirming on the bed whilst gojo’s embrace holds you close. your eyes roll back at how tightly your pussy squeezes, until you’re left a sweaty, mindless mess.
gojo leans over you, his cock still buried inside. he gently but firmly places his hand around your throat, pushing down enough to gain your attention.
super sneaky sneak peak into having both bully!sukuna AND bully!gojo in you (eiffel tower moment)
cw: threesome, unsafe sex
gojo's cock is in your pussy. you can tell because he keeps fucking you sporadically and letting out desperate pants. meanwhile, sukuna's cock fills your mouth. with every thrust, you choke on it, it's veins and size simply too much to handle.
"aw, look at those tears running down your pretty face." sukuna says, reaching a hand down to caress your cheek. you look up at him, eyes lidded and needy.
"f-fuck, gonna, gonna c-cum baby." gojo says from behind you. his hands hold your hips firm, ensuring his cock has no way of escaping your hole. as his thrusts grow harsher, you moan around sukuna's cock before taking it out of your mouth and laying your head on his thigh.
"careful, don't break her." sukuna says, red eyes looking down at you, almost worshipping him. his red-tipped cock hits your face but you don't seem to mind, eyes rolling back as you feel your orgasm coming.
"s-shut up. she was made for this, for my cock.' gojo grunts, his hand pushing your back down to force an arch. you whine out, the new position leaving you especially vulnerable and sensitive.
sukuna reaches out and lifts your chin with his hand.
"you gonna cum?"
"yes, y-yes, please." you gasp out.
"hah, alright."
your head falls back on sukuna's thick thigh as gojo hits deeper and deeper. your hands clutch onto sukuna's thighs as you're finally driven over the edge, your body left shaking violently. gojo sighs as he takes his cum-covered cock out of you, admiring how the substance drips out of your hole. he stands away, pulling back up his pants.
"there you go, your turn."
"i'll pass." sukuna says, his eyes averted back down to you, your eyes now closed, half asleep on him.
cw: not rlly anything to be honest, intimidation!??!?!?
bully!gojo and bully!sukuna just can't WAIT to have a threesome with you.
the two walk around school together, often looking for you, just so they can have a look at what's in store for them.
sukuna rarely sees you without your uniform, so even an instagram story with a cute little outfit is enough to get him hard. he just knows that underneath everything you're hiding behind, there's a perfect little girl for him to enjoy.
it doesn't help that gojo just can't stop talking about all the times he's been with you. he practically gushes to sukuna about how you're getting better at taking him in your mouth, or how he's teaching you to ride him. of course, this leads sukuna's imagination to go crazy, as well as his hand on his cock.
when you catch the pair watching you, an uneasy feeling washes over you. you can deal with them separately, but together? with gojo's filthy personality and sukuna's grossly intimidating nature, you wonder about their intentions. you decide to steer clear of sukuna even if gojo is around, just to make sure. he's just too bad of an influence!
too bad you'll never find out just how generous sukuna can be, especially in bed, as well as how easily he whips gojo in to shape.
bully!gojo who has to walk around school with his big cock trapped in this little cage.
p4 to this
cw: chastity, pathetic gojo
you didn't respond to his video, or any of the other texts he sent begging for your forgiveness. knowing him, he'll probably get horny and look at the video for the code in the next 24 hours.
except, he doesn't.
whilst you're putting your things into your locker the next monday, he comes up to you. his big eyes look at you, searching your face to sense your mood.
"um, h-hey. h-how are you?" he asks, his a little shaky. nervous.
you don't respond, barely looking at him before getting back to preparing your books.
"look i'm, i'm really sorry. i was an idiot and was just trying to be funny." he swallows, a desperate look on his face. "i'll never say anything bad about you again."
you roll your eyes as you lock your locker before you finally turn to him.
"you're such a loser, gojo. seriously, you're only apologising so you can get that thing off you."
his eyes widen, and he quickly speaks.
"no no no i'm not, i swear! i, i don't need to take it off. i put it on to show that we can hang out without doing anything." he leans in, and you notice there's a bead of sweat on his forehead. "you mean so much more to me than your body. i just want us to be okay again."
over the next few days, you continue to ignore him despite his efforts. he continues to leave cards in your locker, flowers on your desk, as well as cash so he can pay for your lunch and more. but you still refuse to forgive him.
instead, you decided that it's best if he gets a little payback.
as you're walking through the lockers at the end of school, you notice him watching you whilst he stands next to sukuna's locker. his eyes widen when you look at him, and his whole body straightens. you pretend a sigh and walk over to him, trying not to smirk at the way he seems to radiate with miserable and desperate hope.
"hey, um, toru. i have something for you." you say, reaching into your pocket.
"o-oh, okay." he says. his whole body is tense and you can tell he's trying his best to not make any more mistakes. he doesn't even attempt to hide his desperation in front of sukuna, who is silently laughing at his behavior.
you take out a folded photo from your pocket and hand it to him.
"don't look at it just yet, okay?" you say, trying to feign a sweet and shy act.
"a-alright, i won't. i promise." a faint flush covers his cheeks. what a horny loser.
"see you tomorrow." you say, smiling as you walk away.
gojo looks at the folded photo before tucking it away in his bag, making sure it doesn't open. could this be it? have you forgiven him? he can't help but buzz with exctiement. finally, things can be back to normal.
except when he finally gets home and to his room, he doesn't find what he expected.
the photo is a picture of his cock, a photo he sent you a few months ago. in it, he's hard and dripping with cum, his size at it's full potential. underneath it, you've written a note.
'miss this? too bad you'll never get your dick back again.'
"what the fuck is that?" gojo says, standing over your desk. english is about to start and you avoided him before school, but now you have to deal with him.
"what are you talking about?"
"i thought, i thought everything was fine again, and you give me that?" his anger is more so stemming from need and frustration rather than actualy rage. you can tell from the pitiful look on his face. you giggle in response.
"i thought it was funny."
gojo huffs and leans in, his hands practically trembling.
"i haven't touched my dick in nearly a week now and you give me that photo. do you know how pathetic i feel? i'm just a man you know. you're driving me crazy."
"what do you expect me to do? just forgive you? you've been terrible to me. and what happened to you caring more about me than your dick?"
he straightens, guilt overwhelming him again.
"i'm sorry baby, please. let me make it up to you."
"how?"
"let me come over tonight."
"so we can fuck?"
"so i can make you feel good."
you pretend to contemplate this, before finally responding.
we’ve talked a bit about bully!gojo, but what about bully!sukuna…….
the two are friends of course, but whilst gojo likes to joke around, his pink haired counterpart is a little more…… effective.
it’s not everyday that you’ll catch shit from sukuna, but every now and again he likes to remind you of your place beneath him.
like today, when you’re getting lunch on the cafeteria with your friend, and he just happens to slot in behind you.
“hey, bitch.”
the words make you freeze. you look behind you to see him smiling at you.
“how you doing?”
“what do you want sukuna?”
“relax, i’m just saying hi. gained some weight, have we?”
you tense and look down at yourself. a few stressful tests had made you stress eat a little, but surely not to the point that you gained?
“dont worry about it. makes ya tits look good.”
with that, he takes his tray that’s completely stacked, and goes to sit on the table with all his friends. you notice gojo’s eyes on you, and the way they both seem to talk about, judging by how their eyes lock onto you.
your friend tries to distract you, talking about some movie she wants to see, but it doesn’t help. you don’t touch half the food on your tray.
he just always seems to have the right thing to say, doesn’t he?
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a/n: what do we think? i think he would be a little less involved but more imposing than gojo.
in a collapsing world full of unrest, satoru gojo is the only one you can trust
warnings ⋆.˚ smut, inspo: george orwell's novel '1984', dystopian au, friends (coworkers) to lovers, female!reader, angst, escaping the law cuz fuck the government, fingering, squirting, cum eating, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, pet names (baby), dirty talk, finger sucking, fluffy in some parts my chest ACHES, mentions of death, depictions of violence and injury (not super detailed), sad ending (sorry it fit the plot)
wc ⋆.˚ 3.9k
disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults
a/n ⋆.˚ i love this sososososo much i feel like i wrote it beautifully and i hope y'all enjoy it. highkey writing this was cathartic for me and coping with living in the us ngl lmfao. slightly intentional posting it on the 4th bc FUCK amerikkka!!!
his eyes are everywhere
down with big brother
“what’s that?”
satoru’s voice ripped through your body with a sudden cadence, you instinctively shutting your diary with a near silent gasp escaping your throat. fuck.
“nothing important,” you swallowed, “just found someone’s diary doing field work earlier today, it seems,” then lied, keeping the fact it was yours unmentioned.
“right.”
satoru was unconvinced. nothing you said ever was to him, actually- convincing. he could see right through you. he knew your true thoughts and beliefs were a stark contrast to everyone else’s, both at the company and the general population, but never dared to bring it up in conversation. he was like you, in this regard- you both hated the higher ups, wanted to heal the world, and had ideals far beyond your peers. they were deeply liberating dreams, but to discuss them openly was essentially a death sentence. just as you had written in your diary, because of course, he knew it was yours to begin with, big brother was always watching. satoru had to find a way to communicate with you that he was on your side, that he was safe. he had been trying to for months, but every method so far had failed.
“anyway,” you cleared your throat, standing up abruptly from the desk before shoving the diary into your tote bag, “i need to get going.”
“shouldn’t you pass that over to captain?” satoru was standing in front of you now, blocking you from exiting the study room. you knew it was a bad idea to walk around with something so dangerous outside of your apartment, not that your home granted much more than the bare minimum amount of privacy anyway, but you had to make yourself look compliant and without suspicion as best you could. “it’s evidence of those opposing the party, no?”
“i-,” you didn’t know what else to say, choking on your words, “i want to try deciphering it myself before i do. you know, to become better skilled with problem solving.”
he smirked. “breaking the rules now, are we?”
“no!” you defended yourself too quickly.
satoru chuckled, then leaned down slightly so he was looking you straight in the face. your heart stuttered in your chest. “relax,” he cooed, searching your eyes for some sort of sign that you were starting to catch on to him being an ally, “i’m only teasing,” he began to step aside to let you past him, “but before you go, i have a few notes to help with your… research.” he pulled open the top desk drawer, then grabbed a pen and small piece of paper. you watched as he scribbled something down, then passed it over to you. “be sure to read over them carefully.”
you looked down at the paper, noticing what seemed to be a poem of sorts, then back up at him again. you weren’t sure to make of his “notes”, but you’d worry about that back in your apartment.
“thanks,” you muttered.
you must have read over his words at least twenty times that evening, ruminating over their hidden meaning as if there was one. there had to have been. something about the way he spoke to you, the way he looked- he was trying to tell you something important without anyone else knowing.
“maybe if i just scramble the letters…” but you groaned, realizing the sheer amount of combinations exceeded well over a thousand. “fuck, i’m screwed.”
perhaps sleep deprivation was your gateway to solving riddles, because by nth reading, the clock blinking 4:05 am, you swore you finally got it right.
when i look back
there’s so much to ponder about love
i think, maybe, i was too careless before
years, months, days,
minutes, hours, seconds
running through my head
like an eruption of warnings
i fear time is wearing thin
do i stay, or do i run?
if there is one thing i do know,
it is that endings are a catalyst for change
new possibilities, deeper growth
where i stand now must mean something, right?
you dropped the pen atop the desk with a light clamour, running your fingers through your hair in relief and hope.
i am your friend
those were the words satoru wrote in code for you. as you came to understand his message, things began to make sense. the way his eyes always flickered over towards you when a party member was walking past you, as if making sure you were unharmed. the way his voice dropped low and almost frantic when he shared his findings from the work day with you. the way he spoke so eloquently when you were in all-company meetings without taking his eyes off of you, a gaze so subtle no one else noticed but you.
he had been trying to tell you all along that he was someone you could trust, someone that would help you realize your dream- one that you now understood was shared with another soul- and that brought profound warmth to your heart.
“i get it now.” satoru looked up at your sudden entrance into the study room, where he was perched at the desk, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he sorted through countless files. “your notes,” you added, “were extremely helpful.”
he slowly broke out into a smile, placing the papers he was holding down onto the desk. “i’m glad,” he replied, knowing exactly what you meant, “will you help me sort through the rest of these documents?”
you nodded, shifting your body over towards him. the glint in his eyes was telling. he managed to pass more messages onto you during your administrative duties, shoulders brushing against shoulders, abstract shapes like morse code being feathered over the pages. he was doing what he could to make sure you understood more of what he wanted you to know, of his plans. subtleties were your only source of protection.
you were being watched.
“i found two glaringly obvious points in this file,” satoru said, holding one of them up to you, “i am certain the captain will be thrilled. shall we take it to him?”
2 am.
“where does he usually spend his afternoons?” you asked.
“the library, most likely,” he guessed.
“let’s go, then.”
library.
the air was rigid in the wee hours of the night. the party swore heating was unnecessary, that survival of the fittest would determine who could stay strong during the winters, thus fueling their agenda of wiping out everyone but who would be the “top one percent”. you shivered, but managed.
“satoru?” you called out nearly inaudibly, rubbing your palms along your arms to keep yourself warm. the sweater wasn’t enough. “are you there?”
there was a light clang at the far left bookshelf, causing you to jump startled. your body relaxed once satoru stepped out from behind it. “sorry,” he chuckled, “i didn’t mean to scare you.” even in the dim lighting, his eyes shined brightly. “i thought grabbing your attention without words might be better, but clearly that failed.”
you giggled, stepping closer to him. “are you sure we’re safe here?”
“no,” he answered honestly, “but nowhere is, right?”
he had a point. “yeah.”
as you sat down on the floor in the very back of the- besides yourselves- empty library, satoru spoke to you in code of his plans, of how you two would change the trajectory of your country and disperse it beyond.
“do you remember when nanami got drunk off his ass and butchered 'living on a prayer'?”
satoru snorted. “how could i forget? he did that every friday night, like clockwork.”
you rolled your eyes with a smile. “i still have no idea where he got the idea he was talented from.”
“from what i recall, he spent a lot of time in the basement of his mom’s bakery after school as a kid, so he had a lot of free time on his hands to… explore.”
satoru walked you back to your apartment that night. it was quiet, ironically soothing despite the constant eeriness that loomed over the entire city and your existence. his hand brushed against yours accidentally, a subtle touch that ignited sparks between you. it wasn’t something that far-fetched; you’d always found him handsome, but love, and especially sex, was not allowed. those that got away with it, well, never actually got away with it. their names and photos headlined the papers with their execution date for all to attend loud and proud. the world was twisted, sickening. you remembered when things weren’t this way- but the drastic changes seemed to happen overnight, and now you were stuck fending for your life in secrecy.
“thank you,” you smiled at him, heart refusing to calm down.
“of course,” he said back, stomach tying into knots. perhaps one day you’d be able to express how you were feeling to one another.
friday night rolled around, and the bakery basement was stuffy and smelled too strongly of yeast. you coughed, lifting your inner elbow over your nose and mouth to mask it from the dirty air.
“damn,” you wheezed, stumbling to find a small lamp to light the space. despite the amount of dust, the room seemed to be well kept.
“y/n,” the basement door was suddenly thrown open, satoru’s voice strained and breathless, “we have to go. now.”
you peered up the stairwell, “what-”
“they figured it out,” he interrupted, “i can guarantee you they’re on their way here as we speak.”
you didn’t even need to ask who ‘they’ were. “where are-”
he ran down the stairs and grabbed your wrist, dragging you back up with him frantically. he didn’t say anything else, mouthing at you to “keep quiet” as he led your bodies out of the bakery and to god knows where.
you’d seen photos and videos of the state of the world beyond your city. of course, the party always persuaded the people that the fault was everyone's but theirs, but you always knew the truth. their disgusting desires for new world order were the cause of every destruction.
all that surrounded you was barren. hardly any buildings were around, and the air was full of debris and other pollution. satoru kept you close, pushing your face into his chest as he wrapped his jacket around your head, him resting his nose and mouth in his elbow as you trudged through the seemingly opaque environment.
“i don’t know how long we’ll be safe here,” he said to you once inside a well-hidden shack miles outside of the city, “but we’ll make it work until we can’t anymore.”
“why bring me?” you asked, looking up at him, “you already have the plans laid out, and you know it’s risky to involve others. why not just save yourself?”
he laughed in disbelief. “you, of all people, are asking me that? do we not have the same ideals? do we not want to save as many people from this hell as we can? that includes us. both of us.”
you felt stupid for asking, but the detrimentally selfless part of you prioritized his life over yours in that moment. “right, yeah,” you sent him a weak smile, “i don’t know why i asked that.”
satoru sat on the dusty couch, then pulled you down onto his lap. you could feel the pounding of his heart beating against your chest.
“your life is just as important as mine,” he said, low and kind, “we’re in this together. remember that.”
it had been two months. two bittersweet months isolated in the shack. being with satoru made things brighter in your dark reality.
he was very careful when leaving, begging you to allow him to be the sole one to search for food and other resources. most of the time, you listened- seeing him so full of fear broke you; he truly didn’t care what happened to him, he just wanted you safe. other times, you went together. you’d hardly survive if you could never leave the shack. you’d go insane, not that you weren’t already.
“the soup smells amazing,” you exclaimed, inhaling the umami scent of miso. you stood up from the couch and walked over to where satoru was standing by the stove.
he looked at you and smiled. “wanna taste it?” you nodded, face beaming. satoru wanted to take a picture of your beautiful face and keep it forever. “here,” he said, holding the spoon out for you.
you carefully slurped up the salty liquid, though you managed to spill a bit down your chin. “oops,” you giggled, moving your forearm to wipe it away. but, satoru grabbed your wrist to stop you instead. you looked at him, tilting your head in confusion. “toru?”
the combination of liquid dripping down your chin- which he filthily was having thoughts imagining it was his cum instead- and the use of the nickname you’d assigned him a few weeks prior sent him into overdrive. his eyes fell dark, free hand lifting to cup your chin and tilt it upwards. your breath hitched in your throat, heat pooling to your stomach. his eyes flickered down to your lips just before he leaned in, licking up the slightly dripping soup from your chin and finishing by landing his lips on yours.
you were frozen for a moment, but soon your eyes closed as you savoured the warmth of his mouth on yours, wrapping your arms around his waist and melting into his touch.
dinner was quickly forgotten, your bodies now intertwined on the couch. this touch was well overdue, the tension between you two burning hot with each passing day together. now that you were away from the city, and as free as you could be in your small, secret home, you could allow yourselves to feel. to touch. to be.
satoru’s teeth found your neck, fingertips trailing up the insides of your thighs as he hovered over you, your small whines infiltrating his brain. you cried as he sucked at your pulse point, hips bucking upwards for him to touch you more. when he finally slid underneath the lace of your panties, he let out a loud groan, completely enthralled with how you felt around his fingers.
“shit,” he mumbled, lifting his head to look down at you, “you’re so fucking wet.”
he pried open your hole, scissoring with a pleasurable, burning singe as he sank his middle and pointer into your walls, humming ecstatically as you clenched around him. his thumb found your clit as he sloppily kissed you, clashing of teeth and tongue sliding down the back of your throat with each thrust of his fingers.
“f-fuck,” you choked, eyes rolling backwards as he bit your bottom lip.
“feels okay?” he huffed, gaze flickering between your eyes and your pussy swallowing his digits.
you nodded, breathless, and he quickened his pace, irises glossing over at the beautiful sight of your face twitching in pure bliss to the workings of his hands.
“oh- shit- ngh- gonna c-come-”
satoru groaned, licking his lips insatiably as he watched your cum drip out of you all over his hands and the couch cushions below you, “thatta girl,” he purred, smirking proudly, “give it all to me.”
you slowly sat up as you watched him lick the juices off of his fingers, pressing your palms against his shoulders to push his back down onto the couch. you hooded your eyes, sending him a look that made his cock harder than it already was. you pried his fingers from his mouth, stuffing them into yours instead as you began to unbutton his jeans, him assisting you in sliding them off of his body and onto the floor. you bit his digits, eyeing his angry, dripping tip with deep hunger. satoru gasped the moment you straddle his lap and your soaked panties brushed against his tip.
“fuck, need to be inside of you,” he moaned, gripping your hips with resolve, “need to ruin this cunt.”
you chuckled, quickly removing your shirt and bra before pushing your panties aside and sinking down onto his cock. he let out an ungodly, elongated moan as he bottomed you out, tip kissing your cervix with each drop of your hips. you slowly unbuttoned his top whilst you rode him, pushing the material to the side to expose his beautiful, sculpted chest.
“f’so good, toru,” you cried, moving with fervor, the loud slaps of your ass against his thighs sounding like his favourite song, “love it when you’re deep inside of me.”
he threw his head back with a loud growl, pistoning into you like his life depended on it, your throat cracking with whines that instantly sent him closer to the edge.
“let me fill you up, baby,” his voice was wrecked and raspy, “need to stuff you full.”
“p-please,” you begged, digging your nails into his shoulders as you met his hips halfway, “n-need your cum so bad.”
with a broken cry, satoru squeezed your waist, hips sputtering into your cunt as he filled you to the brim with his seed. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” he choked, eyes rolling violently as he pumped himself dry with the clenching of your walls around his cock.
he let out a shaky breath as he rode out his high, slowly coming back to a few moments later. when he opened his eyes, you were looking back at him wearing a smile full of both affection and bliss. you leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, then lips. he hummed, pulling you down against his chest so you two could just lay there, holding one another. his fingers tangled in your hair as he pressed his lips against the top of your head.
“whatever happens,” he started, quiet and soft, “just know that i love you.”
your eyes shot open wide, but your heart felt warm and comforted. you tilted your head upwards to look at him. you smiled, clearly filled with the same feelings as him. “whether we rise or fall, we do it together,” you added, burying your head into the crook of his neck, “because that’s what you do when you love someone.”
a few weeks later, there was a loud knock at the door, pulling both you and satoru out of your slumber. satoru lazily, yet quickly, opened his eyes, slowly rising and carefully lifting you from his chest as he sat up. you eyed each other as the second knock came, seemingly louder and less patient.
“toru,” you exhaled shakily, anxiety rising to your chest
“hide in the closet,” he demanded you softly.
“to-”
“hide in the closet.”
you swallowed hard, but nodded, quickly shuffling to conceal yourself like he asked of you.
satoru looked through the peep hole. “fuck,” he swore silently to himself. it was inevitable this day would come, that the party would eventually find you two.
he backed away slowly, taking care not to creek the floors as he padded himself towards you hiding in the closet. he knew in the matter of seconds, they’d break the door down. he had to make your escape quick.
he slid open the closet, pulling you firmly against his chest as he quietly shuffled you both towards one of the back windows. it was a gamble to escape, because they were probably waiting for you at all exits.
“d-did they-” you paused to breathe, heart pounding violently.
“yeah,” satoru answered your incomplete question. he already knew what you were going to ask. “they found us.”
there was a loud bang and uprising of dust, the front door slamming against the gravel flooring with a deafening boom.
“shit,” satoru hissed, sliding open the window and pulling you both through it in seconds. he looked around frantically. no one else was there. did they really not come in numbers?
the two of you began running, though you were unable to see much through the usual fog of debris. you tripped over an unseen protruding rock, sending you onto the ground with a painful thud.
“ah!” you screamed, knee slamming into the pavement, “fuck, it might be broken-”
satoru wasted no time, picking you up off the ground and throwing you over his shoulder. he kept moving. he was extremely calculated, and somehow, despite inhibited vision, was able to avoid falling himself.
“we’ll be okay,” he tried to assure you, though his heart was weighted. he knew it was a lie. “we’ll be okay,” he repeated, praying it would stick.
there was a loud pang and a cloud of smoke ahead, satoru letting out an ear-piercing cry as he fell to the ground, flipping your bodies over in the descent so his would be the one receiving direct impact. he growled in pain, body shaking as he found himself barely able to move.
“s-satoru!” you gasped, lifting yourself up off of him. you looked down and saw the blood pooling at his stomach. “fuck, you have to get up! they’re-”
but it didn’t matter. a second shot was heard, your left shoulder suddenly full of smoldering heat and agony as you fell to his side, squeezing your body tightly in hope it would ease the burn. “shit!” you were shivering, succumbing to cold sweats. “i-it hurts,” you choked.
“i’m sorry,” satoru breathed, voice weak, “i really hoped we’d make it out alive.”
“we could still-”
“no,” satoru could never lie to you, “we won’t.”
“satoru gojo,” a sneering, heinous third voice sounded, a man with a long, dark beard and heavy build stepping into view. “i finally caught you,” he smirked, “and it seems that you had an accomplice, too.” he leaned over to be on his level. “how does it feel to lose?”
satoru spit in his face. the man grimaced, gritting his teeth as he stood back up and stepped directly onto his gun wound. satoru screamed, tears forming in his eyes from the deep anguish he felt.
“fucking bastard,” the man sucked in his teeth, digging his heel further into it.
two more men stepped out of the dust and knelt beside you and satoru’s bodies. they carelessly rolled you both over so they could grab your wrists and cuff them. you groaned, biting your lip in torment as the cool metal seemingly squeezed the pulse out of your wrists, in pair with the unfathomable ache in your shoulder.
“satoru,” you croaked, hot tears burning your eyes as you looked at him.
he was smiling. in the midst of this, he was smiling- so full of deep care for you, the future hope of the world, and his misery. “i love you,” he choked, “we tried our best, you know?”
“stop,” you whimpered, “don’t talk as if we’re going to die. we’re still breathing, we’re still-”
“ha,” the man snickered, interrupting your sweet moment, "unfortunately, your time ends here.” you looked up at him, eyes full of fear, yet determination to see things through. to survive. “on the account of attempted insurrection and slander of the party, i hereby sentence both of you to execution.”
satoru reached for your hand, his fingers weakly intertwining with yours despite the restraint of the handcuffs. you inhaled sharply, squeezing him. your lips quivered, head spinning.
“it’s like you said, right?” satoru coughed, wincing as his wound fought to contain its bleeding, “whether we rise or fall, we do it together.”
bully!gojo who drinks too much at a party and he just can’t stop thinking about you.
you wake up to him stumbling into your room at some ungodly hour. it’s takes you a moment to realise it’s him, and you quickly sit up.
“toru? wha-, how did you get in here?” you whisper shout. he freezes, his big blue eyes locking onto yours.
“shit, s-sorry baby. didn’t mean to be noisy.” his words slur, and a faint blush covers his face. he eventually gets to your bed and sits down, his hands planted to balance himself.
“are you okay? you seem a little off?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. gojo giggles, a sound you’ve never heard.
“i’m just a liiiiitttttle tipsy. sukuna brought jelly shots.” he giggles again and its like his eyes cant seem to look away from you.
“oh, was it a fun night?”
“hm, no. everyone so boring.” he pouts. “this girl kept trying to take off my belt.”
“o-oh.”
“yeah. i kept saying i had a girlfriend, but she won’t listen.” he says. his eyes seem almost glossy, and you can almost feel a sense of shame from him.
you really shouldn’t do this. he literally broke in, and treats you like shit nearly every day. plus, if your parents found out there was a boy in your bed, they would kill you.
“do, do you wanna stay here?” you whisper.
he lights up again, a smile slowly covering his face.
“y-you’d let me? but i’m so mean.”
“it’s okay, i’ll forgive you for just this once.”
he looks at you again before crawling over to you and getting under the covers. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him.
“thank you. you’re really nice to me.”
“go to sleep toru.”
“y’know, i’d, i’d give you anything.”
“you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“do you want a big house? with a pool? i’ll g-get one for us. promise. a-and kids.”
an - tmi! I wrote this while in the tub before the idea could go away 𓁹‿𓁹
❤︎ Fratjo! who constantly skips his classes and goes to party’s, and after stops by your room to find you studying for a test he assumed you’d definitely help him on ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! who can’t help but plaster a stupid smile on his face whenever you tell him off for smelling like alcohol and punch while lounging all over your freshly washed bedsheets ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! who likes to tease you and take off your glasses just to put them on himself, so he could see you stretch and reach over him while he catches you in hold you cant possibly break out of . . . ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who acts dumb and asks you to explain certain math questions just so he can hear you nerd out with the slight excitement edged in your voice while solving them. ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who has a keen eye for spotting when you’re getting burnt out, always so persistent on dragging you out of your dorm and into the nearest party—just to end up on a random couch stroking your hair and listening to you talk about a new hyperfixation ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who likes to wait for you outside of your classes to publicly and embarrassingly show you affection, no matter how many times you claim to hate it, he just can’t keep his hands off you ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who doesn’t care what his friends say about you or your study habits or why he’s exactly into you in the first place, always ready with a firm, “Are you the one dating her? Didn’t think so.” ⊹˚.
❤︎ Fratjo! Who unconditionally loved his nerdy girlfriend and her nerdy perks since the very beginning! ⊹˚. ♡
stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!
[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]
Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.
“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.
“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”
“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”
“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.
And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.
“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”
“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.
He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”
“…yes,” you whimper.
“Then fucking arch it.”
You sniffle. “Okay.”
He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.
“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.
It has his attention now.
The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.
“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.
“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“
“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”
“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.
“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”
“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.
“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”
His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”
“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”
“I… I don’t know—“
“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”
“Please.”
“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”
And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.
"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”
Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.
“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”
Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.
He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.
The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.
18+ slight angst. meet footballer!gojo & his cheerleader fwb !
1. CHEERLEADERS ARE FOR CHEERING—NOT FONDLING!
“girl… isn’t that your man?”
your first mistake is letting your eyes follow shoko’s gaze to the bleachers. your second mistake is making eye contact with golden boy gojo satoru, still in his jersey & ‘hiding’ behind a skinny pole with a very annoyed geto suguru by his side.
you don’t bother correcting shoko. instead you ignore the grin satoru flashes you, taking out the water bottle between your lips with a pop! “is he supposed to be hiding?”
shoko shrugs, turns on her heel. “dunno, ask him. he’s clearly waiting.”
you roll your eyes with a sigh, but you’re already moving.
shoes clicking against the wood gym floor, skirt swishing between your thighs. gojo satoru has long come out of his hiding spot. he’s slumped against the pole now; hands in his pockets, grin lazy, blue eyes glimmering in the orange sun. beside him geto suguru is there, jaw tight in an expression that says he’d rather be anywhere but here.
you still have your bottle in hand when gojo reaches for your hips. “hi, baby…”
you barely murmur back a hi before he’s tugging you in by your skirt. his head dips to kiss your neck, then your cheek, then somewhere else your brain doesn’t register because his hands glide up to squeeze your ass cheeks underneath your skirt. a soft noise slips past your lips as he sucks on your neck.
“mm,” he murmurs, “missed you.”
geto clears his throat.
you let satoru do as he pleases, threading your hands through his hair as his hand dips between your inner thighs. he hums into your neck when you scratch his scalp. “suguru,” you breathe, “how’d you two even get here? coach toji’s gonna kill you guys.”
“kiss,” satoru interrupts. you tilt your head towards him, eyes still on suguru as gojo presses his lips to yours.
suguru’s face twists in disgust, but he doesn’t comment. “satoru bribed him. paid him a couple hundreds to see you for five minutes.”
“right—” your voice strains when gojo gropes your ass once again. “and you followed him because?”
geto is already looking away. “he bribed me too.”
you snort, but it turns into a shiver as satoru sucks on your earlobe. he hums, pleased, when your fingers tighten in his hair.
“mmh… got an away match,” he kisses your jaw. “wanted to see my girl first.”
you’re not his girl, you know you’ll never be, but you still laugh when he squeezes your waist & presses hurried kisses to your cheek. you shove him away & his grin is cocky.
“gonna score for you,” he tugs you back, dipping his head to your ear. “and then you’ll treat me, yeah?”
you hum when his arms snake around your hips once again.
“only if you score the winning goal.”
2. POST MATCH SEXCAPADES !
satoru comes back too late.
you’re not sure exactly why—maybe overtime, maybe the team stopped somewhere to celebrate their win—but you don’t let the thought plague you. you’re more concerned about the fact that it’s nearly evening & you can hear a ball kicking against the gym walls. you’re still in your cheer uniform, tiny skirt & sheer top, standing at the metal doors as you watch gojo dribble on his own.
he stops dribbling to catch his breath, wiping sweat off his chin. and then he’s off to sit at the bleachers, letting water slide down his neck as he chugs from a bottle.
you take it as your cue.
you have your hands behind your back, padding all slow, steps soft as you make your way to him. gojo keeps his bottle pressed to his lips but he sees it. how your skirt clings to your thighs. how your breasts ripple under the thin material. he lets out a low hum as you sit yourself on his lap.
you loop your hands around his neck. “hi.”
his lip tugs. “hi,”
he squeezes your waist as you press yourself into him. your tits smush against his chest, nipples hardening, and his fingers are already tracing the hem of your skirt & gliding up your thigh.
“how was the match?” you mumble.
“was good,” he mutters, but his thumb has already found your panties underneath your skirt. he rubs a slow circle over the bud. “you miss me?”
“no,” you sass, but he presses his thumb into your clit & your hips stutter. satoru laughs.
“i know what you like now,” he hums, left hand gliding up your side as the other rubs slow circles over your panties. “know it only takes a little.”
his thumb finds your nipple through your thin shirt. he rubs a circle over the pebbled peak, slow, but then he raises a brow. “no bra?”
you can’t respond. your breath hitches as your head falls into his shoulder.
“so cute,” he murmurs softly. he lets you press against him, leaving your panties to grope your heavy tits in his palm. he squeezes and fondles, pressing light kisses to your cheek as you make pretty noises in his ear. your hips buck into him.
“needy,” he scoffs, but his hands come up to guide your hips as you rut against him. he’s already hard and your panties are soaked thin and you let the material cling between your folds as your clit rubs against him. he flips up your skirt to find you drenched & slobbering. he bites his cheek.
“fuck, baby,” he rasps, sliding your panties over your aching cunt. you’re still humping him. “why’s your pussy so fucking wet?”
you only whimper as he presses his thumb to your sticky clit, rubbing hard circles over the bud. his other hand gropes your hip, guiding you faster over him. your breathing shudders as his thumb circles your clit faster and harder, until your hips are stuttering & he’s cupping your pussy so you cum in his palm.
you whimper, tears pricking at your lashes as you come down from your high. satoru kisses your cheek slow. “mmh, good job, baby.”
he’s still rubbing his palm over your pussy, massaging your warmth all slow & lazy. your eyes drop to his bulge, his cock practically twitching in his shorts. you reach a hand to glide over it, palming him so his hips twitch. he inhales sharply, “fuck—”
“not in my uniform,” he steals your hand, kissing your jaw. “gonna be a nightmare to clean.”
you glare at him through your lashes. “it’s already dirty, idiot.”
he laughs at your pretty face glaring up at him. your cheeks are still flushed, lashes wet, and your lips are in a frown but satoru swears you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. he folds his hand over yours and dips his head to kiss you warm & slow. you gasp as his tongue pushes in, a soft moan leaving your lips as his tongue grazes yours.
“another time,” he murmurs against your lips. “no pouting, yeah?”
you pout anyways, and satoru kisses it off.
3. NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND !
satoru is driving too fast.
his jaw is tight, knuckles white against the steering as you clutch your seatbelt beside him. your heart hammers against your ribs but the engine soon slows, his foot easing down on the breaks as the car comes to a stop at a traffic light.
today’s match went bad, really bad, so bad to the point that afterwards you’d tried to console him and he’d simply walked past. you try not to let it get to you. you know how men are when it comes to losing in sports.
but satoru’s breathing settles beside you, so you try once more.
“you played good today.”
silence.
"i know you're upset," you continue, voice soft. "but it's just one game, and you'll get them next time.”
silence again. his jaw only ticks, face illuminated by the traffic light’s red glow. the seconds seem to stretch into minutes, and you fumble with your skirt.
“you did your best,” you turn to him. “that’s all that matters—“
“can you stop?”
you freeze.
satoru doesn’t look at you. his fingers tap against the steering as he lowers his foot to the gas pedal. he’s not speeding anymore, but the silence stretches & you can feel a lump clawing at your throat.
you bite your lip. and satoru’s mad, yes, but he’s got no right to talk to you like that or take his anger out on you. so you suck in a breath, try to correct him. “i was only trying to help. you don’t have to take it out on me—“
“do you ever get tired of talking?”
“what?”
but satoru continues. “you always have something to say, don’t you? you’re not my fucking girlfriend. and i don’t need your fucking comfort.”
you blink. the words don’t register at first, but soon your throat is closing up, and you’re nodding obediently before you can think any better of it. your skirt bunches in your hands as you try to keep your breathing steady. god forbid you give him a reason to snap at you once again.
“you’re right,” you try for sass but it fails. “and i won’t act like it again.”
but satoru sees you through the rearview mirror. your eyes are on your lap, like you’re still trying to process what just happened, your thumbs fiddling with the hem of your skirt. satoru only swallows, glances away. if he ignores you long enough, you’ll be just fine, right?
your breath hitches beside him and he crumbles immediately.
he’s already pulling over, unbuckling his belt to reach over the console. “no baby, i’m sorry,” he pleads, and maybe he shouldn’t because it only makes tears fall from your eyes. “shh baby don’t cry, i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry.”
he smushes your face into his chest, carding his fingers through your hair. you try to push him away but he takes your hand and presses it to his chest.
“didn’t mean to snap at you,” his breathing is ragged as he cups your face. “don’t cry baby, you know i hate it when you cry.”
you sniffle as he swipes a thumb over your wet lashes. “then what are we?”
satoru doesn’t answer. instead he presses his lips to yours, slow and warm, head tilting to deepen the kiss. “you’re my girl,” kiss. “my baby,” kiss. “my everything,” kiss.
he doesn’t say my girlfriend. but he doesn’t need to, right?
footballer!gojo doesn’t do relationships. and cheerleaders like you don’t make good girlfriends anyway. so you swallow the lump growing in your throat & let him part open your thighs.
