+18 MDI. WARNINGS. baddie!reader x boyfriend!gojo, background college/university, established relationship, spendin’ the night vibes, boo loving, KIDS SEE GHOSTS gets a feature, unprotected sex, edging, rough sex, salty & sweet. W.C 1.8K
a.n: okay but facts tho??? anyways, I saw this tweet earlier today and instantly got inspired. so here’s a little 1.8k porn w/ side of plot. It’s nothing too serious, just vibes and good sex. (I ran outta steam towards the end so it’s a bit rushed…[does that mean I’m running too?] apologies!)
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You’re halfway through highlighting another mind-numbing textbook chapter on your iPad when it pings with an iMessage notification sliding down the screen:
I’m boutta pull up soon.
No question mark. No “you busy tonight?” Just a straight up announcement that he’s OTW, as if you have nothing else better to do on this fine Tuesday evening.
You switch over to your phone, pull the message up, and stare at the screen for a beat— thumb hovering over. You should tell him no. Remind him about your exam coming up later this week, and that this was supposed to be one of your sacred, uninterrupted study nights that you were pushing yourself all last week to sit down and get through. But the irritation twisting in your chest tangles up with that little flutter in your stomach you hate admitting is excitement. Because if he’s already “boutta pull up”, that means you’ve got maybe thirty minutes to take a quick everything shower and slip into something that’ll make the miles put on his engine worth the ride over.
By the time his black coupe eases up to the curb, you’re rushing down the steps, heart racing with every tick of the countdown waiting for his “outside” text.
You open the front door just in time to see him coming up the porch steps. He’s got on nothing fancy but a slim-fit stretched over his shoulders and grey sweats hanging low enough to almost make you forget every PSY 425 vocab term you reviewed tonight.
“You didn’t even ask.” You say instead of hi, stepping back to let him in after pulling you into a tight hug.
He shrugs, like asking never crossed his mind. “Would’ve said yes anyway.”
You roll your eyes, turning towards the stairs. “Come on. Try to be quiet though— Utahime and Shoko are in their rooms. I’m not tryna hear their mouths later.”
“You know I’m not worried about them.” His voice drops to a low whisper as the stairs creak beneath your steps. His presence presses warm and solid right behind you, and just when you hit the landing, his hand slides up the underside of your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze. You shoot him a look over your shoulder— half annoyed, half amused.
“What?” He asks, all fake innocent.
“I’m serious.”
“Alright.” He says, but there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, like he’s already planning to risk breaking that promise just to see your face balled up.
The rest of the apartment's dark, except for the soft glow spilling from your bedroom down the hall. Inside, the air is thick with the soft vanilla-cashmere scent from a candle burning in the corner of your room, musics playing low on your TV— something slow and bass-heavy that he immediately clocks with a raised brow.
“Kids See Ghosts?” He asks, shutting the door behind him and slipping off his sneakers to kick to the side.
You pick up on the lyrics— some track called Cudi Montage— pushing your sheets back to grab the remote.
“I just put anything on, wasn’t really listening.”
“It’s cool, you can leave it.” He steps to the edge of your bed, shuffling under the blankets. “What, you doing homework?” He asks, lifting your iPad to set it on the nightstand.
“Yeah, I was—” You tut, like the folder full of old course handouts on your bed isn’t obvious enough. “And I’m not finished either, so you’re gonna have to give me a couple minutes. I’m almost done, I was studying.”
“Where’s the pencil?” You ask, reaching for your iPad, ready to dive back into work.
For a split second he fishes around under the sheets like it’s a treasure hunt. “Right here.” He says, sliding the pencil across the bed to you.
You take it, eyes flicking to him as he shifts further under the comforter, sinking into your pillows with that ‘I’m-not-going-anywhere’ air around him.
“I just got five more pages.” You remind yourself, biting back a smile. “And then you got my attention for the rest of the night.”
“Do your thing.” He lets out a slow, lazy yawn, shifting onto his side to pull you close, his arms slide around your waist like he’s already halfway to sleep— but his eyes are wide open, watching you with that damn smirk that makes your heart skip. Focusing feels impossible now, but you blink it out, determined to finish up.
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You really did try to keep your head down. Apple pencil damn near dying, with your iPad screen split between the GoodNotes page you been jotting notes on and your classes online textbook, highlighted in rainbow colors like some flag of productivity.
He’d said he didn’t mind—
“Act like I’m not here, keep working.”
“I just came to chill with you.”
— and you believed him. Thought this time around you could handle him being next to you, quiet.
Except Satoru is never really quiet. Not when his legs are intertwining with yours under the blanket. Not when his hands are rubbing down your thighs like he’s looking for warmth. Not when you can feel his stare on you, even when your eyes stay glued to the screen.
“You’re doing it again.” You murmur without looking up.
“Doing what?” He sits up, voice low enough that his breath ghosts over your neck.
“That thing where you pretend you’re not distracting me.”
“I’m not pretending.” His hand drags slow inbetween your thighs, fingers squeezing just enough to make your ApplePencil slip on the page. “I’m just here. You’re the one distracted.”
“Don’t piss me off…”
“Ain’t nobody pissing you off.” He says back, smug. He knows. You don’t even know why you still try.
One touch turns into another. Your iPad gets nudged aside. Then he kisses up your neck from your collar bone slowly like he’s testing you— like he’s giving you an easy out— and then to side of your jaw, wet, when you don’t pull away.
It’s how you end up here. Arched over your bed with your cheek against the sheets, his hands gripping your hips. The slow grind of him pushing in, stretching you open, stealing your breath before you can even think about finding it again.
He’s already too deep, too much, but he’s still holding you like he’s got all night. And then he stops— hips pressed tight against your ass, still buried to the hilt.
You shift, about to ask why, but he’s leaning over you, chest against your back, lips brushing the top of your spine. “Hold on.” He warns, voice rougher than before. “Just… give me a second. Hold on.”
“Oh my god.” You can’t help the little laugh. “What, you tired already?”
A low sound rumbles against your back. “Don’t start. He mutters, voice deep but shaky in a way you catch instantly. “I’m not tryna nut just yet…”
“You running?”
“I’m not—” He cuts himself off, sucking his teeth like you’re the one being a fool. His hips give one slow rock, so deep your eyes roll before you can push the joke further. “Not running.”
The distraction almost works— until you feel him shift, head dipping to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. Then another, right along your spine, each one slow enough you feel the shape of his mouth. His hand smooths down your side, holding you there like you might try and wriggle away if he doesn’t.
He’s not fucking you, not really. Just rocking deep, keeping himself seated so far inside you that every breath feels weighted. You can feel him throbbing— every twitch, every little fight he’s losing against himself.
You exhale through a laugh you can’t hold in, clenching down around him. “Mm… sounds like running to me. Pausing in the kitty means you’re running.”
His reply is only but a low hum, one that vibrates against your skin. “Sounds like I’m lettin’ you breathe.” He drags his mouth lower, teeth grazing lightly at your waist before pulling back to kiss it. “You wanna talk or you wanna cum?”
The slow roll of his hips makes you arch, hands clutching at the sheets. “Can’t cum if you’re not gonna move.”
“I’m tryna get you there.” His voice is warm and smug now, even as his breathing gives away how close he still is. Another long, deliberate grind has you clenching around him again, and he groans— low, like it’s pulled out of him. “Do that again.”
“I thought you ain’t wanna nut?” You clench down again, circling your hips as you rock back against him. He’s rock hard now, and as much as you don’t want this to end, you do still really want to finish cracking you down so you can finally call it night.
“Toru~” You whine, feet kicking up against his backside to nudge him along. Then a rough hand slaps your ass and your pussy clenches involuntarily. You hate when he does this shit. You’re ovulating, you know he doesn’t want to risk it. But all he had to do was remember to bring enough condoms with him and y’all could have been getting it on up to round three.
“Stop it.” He warns. Hands tightening around your waist, nails digging in just a little to remind you he’s got you where he wants you. Then his other hand slides lower, trailing down your body until they brush over your pussy, fingers slicking up wet.
Your breath hitches when he slips a thumb slow and wet between your cheeks, dragging it up until it presses against your asshole, just barely teasing it. Heat starts to pull deep in your belly and your pussy clenches again, needy and aching. He watches your reaction, lips curling like he’s got the best secret.
“You like that?” He murmurs, thumb pressing firmer, slick sliding over the tight muscle as you press back without shame.
“Fuck.” You breathe, voice catching on the word. “You’re so fucking nasty, I swear.”
“You don’t know nasty yet.” He hums, hips rocking slow and controlled, that makes you shudder.
“Hold still. Don’t make me lose it.”
Your world narrows to the slick slide of his thumb, the stretch inside you, and the fire building with every second. You clench, pulse, moan low, and finally— finally— he moves again.
His hips snap forward hard, setting a brutal pace that has you gasping, fists clenching into the sheets to stop you from riding up the bed. Every thrust hits that sweet spot, making your walls squeeze him tighter.
“Yeah?” He pants, voice rough as fuck in your ear. “How that feel?”
“Good.” You whine, barely able to get the words out, chest rising and falling, sweat all over your skin. “‘So fucking good…”
“What else?” He grabs your hips with both hands, thumbs digging into your back as he fucks you like he’s trying to prove a point. His mouth finds the curve of your neck again, biting, kissing, marking. Fucking you harder and deeper, chasing the edge he was holding back.
“Talk to me.” He rasps, breath hot against your ear. “Say my name.”
You do. Breathless, desperate. “Toru.”
His fingers squeeze your hips, thumb brushing over your skin, pulling you closer with a deep, rough thrust that makes your whole body shake.
“Say it again.”
“Toru.” You gasp, nails raking the sheets as he drags you back on every hard stroke.
“Keep talking.”
Your pussy clenches around him and his hand slides down, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. Your breath hitches, throat tight, body ready to explode.
His hips snap faster, every thrust deeper. You whine, everything spilling over— hot, tight, all-consuming. Your legs tremble, and he’s right there with you, grunting and cursing your name as pulls out, flipping you onto your back with ease
His dick twitches as he spills himself hot and milky across your stomach. You lay there, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on his, until he falls back onto his side in exhaustion.
“I wasn’t running.” He breathes out after a moment, arm slung across his eyes.
It is CANON jjk was WRITTEN in 2018 about the future in 2023-2024 and 2025 It’s now 2024 2025 so jjk takes place NOW. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Gojo was BORN in 1998. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Gojo was a KID in 2006. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Geto was a KID in 2006. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Geto first noticed his cursed energy in 2007. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Gojo went to HIGHSCHOOL in 2012.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Nanami went to HIGHSCHOOL in 2012.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Geto went to HIGHSCHOOL in 2012.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Gojo had JUST turned 18 in hidden inventory. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Nanami had JUST turned 17 in hidden inventory. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Geto had JUST turned 18 in hidden inventory. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Gojo became a teacher in 2018.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Geto was working his cult in 2018. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON jjk takes place in 2023-2024 2025 This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON jjk takes place NOW..
It is CANON Gojo is 27 NOW in 2024
It is CANON megumi is 18 NOW in 2024
It is CANON Nanami is 26 NOW in 2024
It is CANON Geto is 27 NOW in 2024
It is CANON Gojo is turning 28 next year in 2025 It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Megumi is turning 19 next year in 2025. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Nanami is 26 in 2025. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
It is CANON Geto is 27 in 2025. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
sub!toji has a really bad habit of begging you to ride his face to the point where he’s semi-suffocating, and risking his life to eat you out. you’re genuinely concerned for his health when you lift up your hips from his face, and looking down to see him breathing so fucking heavily. his whole torso moving up and down like waves as he’s trying to catch his breath. not to mention his face is RED , damn near turning purple. and he’s talking about some “sit back down baby . . . need it s’much” as he places his rough hands on your plushy hips, trying to pull you down, he’ll die for that pussy. literally.
also, he’s a little perv, stealing a good 3 pieces of your panties when he comes over to bring them back to his place, wrapping it around his base while stroking it slowly imagining you riding him ( slowly because he knows you can’t take him so easily <33 ) , he’s so sensitive , he’ll cum in 3 minutes max to just his imagination. it’s so thick and creamy, absolutely drenching those pretty panties and his big hands. and he’s a tits lovers for sure, those are his pillows, stress balls, oral exercise tools, he’s addicted to them. when you’re going to sleep in one of his shirts with nothing under, with your cute nipples perking out of the fabric. please expect his hands to rest there for the night. under the shirt. and don’t get him started when you’re riding him, those beauties bouncing in his face when he’s milked dry? he needs an emotional support system — latching his mouth to your perky (pierced <3) nipple, while slapping your ass. he’ll also give them a little nip when he’s close to cummingg.
oh and when you’re angry with him, expect him to be so whiny omgg, you’re currently angrily throwing unlacing your black heels while sitting on the edge of your bed, your black lace black dress still hugging your body as your black fulani braids down to your ass rest on your back. toji’s talk figure stood in the doorway, guiltily watching you undo yourself. he knew that the guy you were talking to wasn’t flirting with you, but he couldn’t help but get possessive, he’s yours, he’s your boyfriend, so this guy was an obvious threat. he twiddled his thumbs before walking to you, — “baby, can you look at me please?” he asked, almost begging. his heart felt a sharp pain when the response he got was the sucking of your teeth, you dont even look at him when you stand up, placing your heels in the shared closet. “bab-.” — “toji i need some space, sleep on the couch tonight.”
that’s where he lost it.
he grabbed your arm, and getting on his knees looking up at you with glossy eyes, like he’s about to cry.
“baby p-please don’t do that, im sorry, so fucking sorry. its just that guy was getting to close and i didn’t like that. i shouldn’t have caused a scene. how can i make it up to you?” the way he looked up at you with so much vulnerability, ugh, you almost wanted to feel bad. but you wanted to tease him a little bit. “no toji, i actually need space from you. i’m not gonna fucking say it again.” your tone was making his heart shatter in real time, and toji knew you were stern especially about your decisions so he didn’t even fight back. so he nodded, trying his best not to cry when he stands up, his 6’3 figure towering over you before he goes over to the shared bed grabbing his pillow and heading to the fold out couch in the living room :((.
later that night after finishing your night routine, smelling like fresh vanilla and cocoa butter with matching satin pajama set and bonnet, you walked into the dimly lit living room seeing toji on the bed, fast asleep. you look over him seeing his eyes puffy and ravenette hair a little messed up, you couldn’t help but feel empathy for the man, he cares so much for you, plus you think he learned his lesson.
walking to the other side of the bed hopping in, before comfortably settling in, toji opened his eyes to see you, still feeling shameful. you softly smiled before opening your arms, signaling toji to rest his head on your chest. he shifts his larger figure so his whole body was on top of you, your acrylics softly running up and down his bare back. “m’sorry princess, didn’t mean to make you upset.” he mumbled . “thank you toji, i love you.” you lifted his head by his chin with your index and thumb, his still tired and puffy eyes staring at yours. “i love you too, so fucking much.” you give him a smile before giving him a peck on his lips before you both drifted off to sleep.
please tell me you've seen the trend where divorced parents call each other to say goodnight 😩😩 teenage rin and ex-husband nanami INEEDTHAT
meet your ex-husband, nanami—the yearning final boss ✧
→ ex-husband!au, angst if you squint, fluff, sfw
"this is so stupid." you mutter, forehead in your open palm as you slide your phone open. lying on your bed, rin is propped up right next to you, familiar face hidden by her recording phone. she's giggling like a menace, promising that she wouldn't leave until you satiated her teenage antics.
it's been well over ten years since your divorce. co-parenting with kento is easy, but everything else is impossible. every time you two talk, rin's name is the centerpiece.
"shh, just do it." she whispers, sitting up on her knees as you navigate to his contact.
'hello?'
"hey, what's up?" you start, sheets pulling around you as you shift position. being like this in your huge, lonely bed with your seventeen-year-old daughter next to you wasn't unfamiliar—these stupid internet trends is the stranger, here. but you couldn't say no... it's just something about those hazel eyes that draw weakness.
his contact name hovers—his voice is deep. 'oh, uh- just getting home from dinner with a colleague. had a few drinks... i was actually going to call yo-
"oh, that's nice. what colleague?"
kento pauses, suspicious of your sudden friendliness. now, when you two are face-to-face, you hardly speak a sentence. everything is about your daughter; she is the center of your lives. he doesn't even know what to say, but he knows he wants to keep you like this for even a second longer.
'ino. i don't believe you two have met.'
"mm, no. you talked about him quite a bit, though." it's shameful just how well you're leaning into this prank—offering him your soft, sleepy voice like he deserved it after everything he put you through. "it's nice to hear you two are still working together."
'it's hard to come by competent, respectful people in this field... whenever I do, I tend to keep them handy.'
behind her phone, rin grows impatient—immune to the obvious flirtatious banter. silently, she calls for you, "come on."
"well... rin and i are back in from shopping around. we got some dinner too."
'that's so lovely to hear...' there's something there... clear as day. some type of yearning, rin isn't mature enough to pinpoint, but it sends a hot rush through your body. 'tell rin that I miss her dearly. i am happy she's having a good time with you.'
"well, i just wanted to call and say goodnight."
he falters—rin laughs again, almost blowing the whole thing. it makes it worse when you send her a sharp glare.
'o-oh? well, goodnight...'
"goodnight, ken."
ken? you haven't called him that in years. neither of you hang up—not yet.
until you remember you're being recorded. something snaps you out of the vicious daze his mature voice drove you into. "goodnight." you repeat once more, just for good measure. the line crackles like he's shifting in bed.
you glance up at your daughter, trying to play off the emotion with a smile on your face.
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི = y/n ( i don’t really like using y/n anymore 😓)
nyla’s notes: a little smut at the end (toji eating that puthy) & black reader ofc.
“ow! tojii!” winced after feeling a stinging sensation on your plump ass. “— whatt? i can’t help it.” the man threw his hands up giving you an ignorant smile as you rubbed the stinging spot on your behind. what was tempting the man so much was that pink bikini you were wearing. it was showing your small back tattoo, and the little butterfly on your ass, ugh he’s whipped.
for the summer you guys decided to go to the beautiful island of aruba to escape the boredom . the beautiful resort by the beach, the amazing food, great activities, ya’ll are having a blast. sue me but toji is terrified of the ocean, so when you guys walked into the beach his heart went into his ass. “is everything ok baby?” you asked as you smothered your husbands back in sunscreen, seeing his hands shaking a little. “y-ya im good ma’.” he’s lying and you know it. “the ocean’s not that bad baby, the fish are more scared of you as you are of them.” you reassured, toji shook his head in disagreement “ — it’s not the fish, its just so unpredictable. what if a big wave eats me up and i drown.” you chuckle under your breath, finishing the sunscreen process. “do you see any big waves now?, you’ll be fine baby, c’mon!” you grab toji’s hand, and leading him to the shallow water.
“ unt unt, what the fuck am i stepping on right now, 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི.” toji freaked out, not even two feet from dry land. “ — its a shell toji. c’monnn ! you want to go jet skiing but can’t do this pa’?” you scoffed, feeling toji squeeze your hands a little tighter. going deeper into the ocean until reaching waist level, he felt more comfortable, at peace. “ — seee, not that bad huh?” you teased, splashing him with a little bit of water. “ yea yea, laugh it up princess.” toji rolled his eyes, splashing you back.
you absolutely tried your hardest not to hop on toji like a horny rabbit, it’s even worse to know the fact that you’re ovulating at the same time. his bicep muscles, abs, chest, THIGHS, (and ass when you’re really thinking about it), being revealed everyday due to the heat, and he knew it! “ — keep staring mama, i know you like it.” toji caught you staring at his body when he was just in his swimming trunks. your cheeks got hot and you turned around to deny the fact that you were staring, “ i wasn’t staring, — i was just looking in your direction.” you defended.
toji can’t say ANYTHING though by the way he’s acting, it’s a shame. he’s been hard for you ever since you got your hair done, one thing about this man is that he’s an absolute sucker for your hairstyles. this time you got a curly flip over sew in for the first time, his knees damn near buckled. those cute bikinis you packed coming in every color like pink, black, yellow, green, those crops and shorts showing a perfect portion of your plush ass, and lastly the jewelry. absolutely beautiful, necklaces stacked, waist beads hugging you perfectly, bangles making a beautiful ring noise, ughh you went all out on yourself.
back to toji’s horny ass, he would dry hump and beg for a quickie before going out on a date in the resort. rubbing his hard-on on your soft behind — “ c’monn babyy, its better i eat you out now than at the restaurant, you wouldn’t want that would you, — hm?” that seductive voice ringing in your ears, maybe a little quickie wouldn’t be so bad.
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“— a-aughh! toji! fuck!” — “taste so fuckin’ good ma’ — fuck.” the moment you agreed to this supposed quickie, he had you on the bathroom counter, legs spread and resting on his broad shoulders. his saliva and juices running down your slit as he sucked on your swollen clit. “ t-toji! we have to be there in t-ten minutes!!” you squealed, “— good, i just need 2 to make my pretty girl squirt.” and did. he forced your legs open with his larger hands, eating you up like his last meal. you felt that tight sensation in your abdomen, it hit you like a truck. completely letting in and squirting all in his mouth, letting you ride out your orgasm. he looked up at you, latching off your swollen clit. “told ya.”
extra cutscene because i’m feeling nice ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
“isn’t it beautiful toji.” you exclaimed, you guys laid on the beach together watching the sunset together, its not too cold nor hot so you guys are still in swimwear. the cute thing is that both of you had white flowers tucked behind your ears to match. toji thought it was stupid but deep inside he has warm feelings in his stomach. this moment made him feel so safe and comfortable, not even a picture of the two of you could replicate the feelings he has now. “i love you, 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི.” he says kissing your forehead. “ i love you more toji.”
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